#favorite activity

[katblazeparttwo]

listening to season five shenanigans

Inspired by (and og pics at) this post !

[thy-fucks-runneth-dry]

Inktober day 11! It's not rlly a snack I guess but whatever 😭 I'm tired okk

[agavegator]

my favorite activity

[not-actually-a-fox]

I love realizing things about myself and then going ‘I don’t want to deal with that’ so I don’t

[purifiedbythefire]

who wants to watch music videos together

[alexthegreatyeet]

Screaming into the void is my favorite activity.

[lsrgkwtvr]

looking at american psycho fanart and violently biting on things

[pennydew]

i love getting ready just to post mirror pictures on tumblr dot com

[stump-not-found]

Second or Third Contact

part 1 /part 2 / part 3 / part 4

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and they never ever had any problems ever . the end

[garpen]

12 yrs old Jason having just been dropped off at Wayne Manor: Do you just take in every orphan you meet off the street?

Bruce: No, you're the first kid I picked up off the street. I picked up my last one at the circus.

Jason: Is that a joke? I can’t tell if that’s a joke.

Bruce: My son's name is Richard, but he insists on going by Dick.

Jason: And he’s…from the circus?

[starryechoesworld]

Whispers of Autumn

I remember the way the seasons would turn,

How autumn arrived with its soft, gentle burn.

The leaves would fall, golden and bright,

Like whispers of secrets that fade with the light.

It was months before the trees turned red,

I saw you then, but you turned your head.

I lingered, hoping for that fleeting glance,

And when you caught me, it felt like a chance.

Not just once, but again and again,

Our eyes would meet in that silent refrain.

People talked, their voices a soft rustle,

But we stayed quiet, lost in the subtle.

Outside the classroom, you’d be near,

Your presence behind me, always clear.

We never spoke, but your eyes said enough,

In that autumn air, we shared something tough.

Thirteen years since those moments we knew,

And still, your shadow lingers, so true.

Your gaze, your silence, it shaped my past,

A memory that echoes, meant to last.

You’ve built a life now, with love and a home,

And sometimes I wonder, when I’m alone—

Was our silence a blessing or a curse left behind?

A story untold, a love undefined?

If you had wanted, you would’ve made it clear,

But perhaps the quiet was all we could bear.

Maybe it was the silence that held us tight,

A love that was felt but never took flight.

As autumn returns, I feel the same weight,

The brush of the wind, the threads of our fate.

The leaves still fall, they don’t whisper your name,

But in the rustling, I hear echoes of the same.

Perhaps it’s the autumn, or the memory we keep,

That binds me to moments I still silently reap.

We were always the season that never quite came,

A fleeting love, lost in autumn’s soft frame.

[moeblob]

Drawn from memory only. Zero references used. I'm scared to check accuracy.

[queijac]

i'd like to introduce my new lizard animal... please kindly say hello... quietly though. because she's shy

[sugarfortia]

I call this: Siffrin living their best life because nothing bad happened to him ever.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

weird hearing "were you a Theatre Kid" "were you a Sports Kid" "were you a Choir Kid" "were you a Dance Kid" bc no? i mean i did all of that and more but resented ever minute of it? actively avoided sticking with anything? i was a "In This Family After School Activities Are Mandatory Kid"

[cptn-sulu]

i genuinely don’t think most of y’all realize how “i hate humanity, we’re inherently evil and irredeemable” is 1) some puritan bullshit and 2) actively damaging to literally any activism you partake in