#fuck it

[the-lonelyshepherd]

”they’re reducing lottie to her mental illness” well no . well no

[leegunn]

My last girlfriend spent our whole relationship in love with a girl who had killed herself years before I met her. That ghost haunted our relationship, lived in our house with us. I would show her love songs that she would later add to a playlist named after her. I would hold her while she cried on her birthday and the anniversary of her death. She ended up leaving me for a girl who looked more like her than I did, acted more like her than I did.

What I’m getting at is this Melissa/Shauna/Jackie dynamic is going to hit soo close to home. I desperately want Melissa and Shauna’s relationship to not be all about Jackie, but pretending the ghost isn’t there doesn’t make it less real.

[quenthel]

Btw I drew my envoy.... I might tweak the design a bit buuuuut

[minibatson]

Headcanons: Batfam edition.

1. Dick once cried while making a meal

Not because he's a bad cook - he's mediocre, won't burn down the kitchen, won't impress Gordon Ramsay. No. He was just in the process of reconnecting with his parents' culture, messed up a dish, and cried for a solid five minutes.

He got it right the second time. And cried then too. Out of joy that time.

2. Transfem Damian my beloved.

I don't actually have anything for this. It just feels right. Anyway, her name is Lilith. People call her Lili. Because shortening names weirdly is fun.

3. Damian writes and talks in British English.

This boy writes 'colour' and 'realise' and says 'pavement' and 'trousers'.

This may or may not create some awkward moments with school staff, where they have to politely explain that yes, he is right, but he has to use American spellings on assignments.

Jason and Tim once tried to poke fun at it. But Jason reads Jane Austen, so it fell apart.

4. Some of them have favourite words that they use as much as possible.

The list is as follows:

Dick- kerfuffle

Jason- Bamboozled

Cass- Bubble

Steph- Beloathed

Damian- Quadrupedal/Bifurcation

Anyone not included either doesn't have one, or I couldn't be bothered. Goodnight.

[witha-boxofscraps]

Bro I have literally just spent like the last 2 hours trying to finish a fanfic that I’ve already written 4000 words of. I’m still not done. I’ve written barely anything. And I would not trade that for the fucking world. Fuck you people using AI to write fucking fanfiction. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. Put some blood sweat and tears into something for once in your life.

[spicy-apple-pie]

if your "viktor adopts Jinx" au doesn't have this kind of vibe then I don't want it

(Not pictured: Jayce fainted when he saw the arrow sticking out of vik and they had to drag him to the emergency room)

[mollyjames]

Based on this post

[esmeamesart]

Fake complicated women when a real complicated woman pulls up !

[ohposhers]

So I am obsessed with @lemony-and-zesty 's Hitman John Dory AU and ended up drawing a bunch of fanart of it i am crying ty for such a sweet AU I love JD's design so much im going crazy I hope I drew the character interactions ok!! I had to guess a little so I apologize if I got anything wrong </3

[yoldels]

Playing through Sdr2 for the first time with some friends! We all agreed that everyone BUT Akane is transgender for the bit LMAO

[w0wz3rz1]

i dont actually think this is how she’d discover she’s trans I just thought it’d be super funny

[sonandheirofnothinginparticular]

[yudol-skorbi]

how's it going

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

hot garbage 👇

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about Eddie being so eager to kiss you all the time and he just gets a little too excited sometimes a little too rough and you bump into something and he cradles you while you giggle cause he can't stop smiling into his kisses

And sure maybe it's a little awkward and teeth knock against each other and he catches your lip in his teeth a little too hard but it's okay cause you're deliriously happy

And it's not about getting to the sex (not all the time anyways) but he's just so happy to have found a safe place to land and he's enthusiastic that he found someone who wants to kiss him just as much as he wants to kiss you

And this time he's not too much and his feelings aren't too big and he doesn't need to tone it down cause you're his person and he's yours

Okay bye ily

mouse. mouse get the fuck back here. MOUSE DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS

he's just so happy to have a safe place to land and this time he's not too much and his feelings aren't too big were daggers straight to my heart you come back here right now before i actually bleed out from needing this man so badly.

no but thats exactly it. eddie has spent so long jumping and toeing that line of either trying to cram himself into this bite-sized shape for the ones around him, and just exploding and pretending he doesn't give a fuck that he will never fit into anyone's cup of tea so he'll just make himself even larger, that when you enter his life he just doesnt know what to do about it.

because he starts with his regular tricks of being so over the top, so unbearable, and all you're doing is laughing and entertaining his antics. even playing along at times. and so he retracts a little, turning back into a quiet boy who will shrivel up until he's invisible or easy to love (whichever comes first). but then that doesn't work - and to be truthful, he doesn't even know what his mind's end goal is here because why is he trying to push you away so desperately? - and he's just at a loss. you want him on the thundering days, where he makes his grey clouds everyone's problem and all his lightning is blinding and sporadic. you want him on the quiet days, where the downpour is no longer a roar but a soft drizzle, a bit more silent and a bit more bearable but still there. and he can't tell if it's a joke - he can't decipher if your kisses amidst his rambles are sincere, if you're actually smiling at his jokes because you like him or you're too polite to break his heart. he can't see through those gentle hands you use to caress back his wild hair to be sure that the softest of touches are really just you, or some strange gloves of care that you're only simply wearing for now.

and then one morning, he wakes up, and you're still there, awake before he is and just watching him with so much love. feather-light fingers taking their time tracing over his tattoo on his chest and arms, not noticing he's awake yet as you smile so serenely at him. you're looking at him in a way that he's never really gotten to experience so vulnerably before - like he isn't a nuisance, isn't a mistake. like the universe has so intentionally dropped him into your palms, and you're so aware of how delicate he can be below the surface. and he just breaks.

"i love you"

he'd blurt it out, the first time he's ever said those words to you. it almost feels like the first time he's said those words, period.

he's said them to wayne, in their own way, both a bit stiff in expressing affection and skirting around those words whenever they can for a simply ruffle of hair or unexpected side hugs. he'd said them to his mom, a young boy with shining eyes despite it all, looking at her like she was the world because she was his world.

and... well. that's it. he can count the number of times he's said those words on one hand, and now he's said them to you, and all he can hope is you handle them with as much care as you've handled him.

he hopes you can feel the weight of his heart pressing down on them.

and he thinks you do, when you startle a little, looking up to his lips where those rough words had just fallen from in a cracking tone, and you take your time in awarding him with a smile that could save lives. cure cancer, cure sadness, cure the end of the world even. every cliche possible.

"yeah?" you'd whisper back, and his heart skips a beat, terrified that the next words you say won't be what he needs to hear so desperately. but they are. because of course they are. you wouldn't have been watching him sleep in that way if they hadn't been on the tip of your tongue, "i love you."

not a crash landing, but a soft-padded decent. a slow fall with a cushion to prevent broken bones and more invisible scars.

he kisses you then the way he was going to kiss you every day going forward: pushing forward recklessly, teeth and noses bumping a little, smiles making it nearly impossible. he kisses you like he's coming home after a long day, because he is.

he's home. no boxes in sight to fit into, no cups that'll overflow from all the fizzling feelings pouring out of his chest. you've got him, and he's got you.