#i want you all to know

[technically-human]

Reverse verse silliness because angst is endless but so is wonder

@i-am-as-normal-as-you-are commissioned this one, and if you think this is silly, wait until you see what we have prepared for Christmas

[ghostwith]

Emmrich, romanced or not, being slightly obsessed with how alive Rook is. Not just literally living but how they make everything around them feel energized by how passionate and warm they are.

After being around the dead and colleagues for so long.

It would draw him in like a moth to a flame.

[haveyoureadthisdcfic]

Authour: @incogneat-oh (incogneat_oh)

Subfandom: Batman

Media: Comics

Relationships: Ensemble (Bruce Wayne & Tim Drake, Dick Grayson & Tim Drake)

Year: 2011

Summary:

Robin nearly kills a man on patrol. This is a story about repercussions.

Submitted by anon

Submitter's comment:

This fic analyzes some of the mind-games Bruce played with Tim when he was just getting confident being Robin. It has an extremely well-done conflict, as well as great family dynamics between Tim, Dick, and Bruce. All around 10/10. I once forgot the title and the memory of Tim staying at Dick's apartment haunted me for over a year until I found it again -- now I want others to be able to read it and enjoy!

[shitpost-it-tristan]

I can't believe OK, LOOK

I was messing around while writing..extremely long contractions, and holy shit. The process of it, yall need the entire process.

It started as

y'all'dn't've

Then

y'all'dn't've'ed

And the FINAL FORM WAS—

y'all'd'nt've'd'd'I'd'nt've'd'y'all't've'd✨️

WhaHT,,, thE FUuHYUuGH'cK, IsS WROoNnGWItHmMM—

Tamora after hearing ✨️that shit✨️:

*starts the sentence inNA sOft toNe💀*

Felix, 😊

(Man the emojis,,, She's going through the stages of GRIEF—)

No cause she's like,, "where's your hammer. You—

what😐 t h E 🤨

Ffff—

😮‍💨🤚

What. 🥲

The F U C K😫

A R E Y O U s S A Y I N G👹

yo O U K N O W W H A T,,,,

*laARGEINHALE* ✨️I ✨️

c A N F I X 🔨— "

(Oh boy I'm cringing😬)

[deathfavor]

Anonymous said: Seiroku, out of your fellow dogs who do you think you'd win against and lose against in a fight?

   “  Sow the seeds of discord I see.  “  He tilts his head backwards in thought. 

   “  I could beat Nanao and Yahiro Inumura, or formerly Katsumi Amako easily. Mikito and Imari’s sanity also aren’t what they used to be...especially depending on the moment...  “  He hums.“  For simplicity sake, Nanao,  Yahiro, and Mikito I could beat. Imari would be a one-sided battle of attrition potentially but possible especially with some underhand tactics, and Kazumasa, Shiro, and Aijiro are basically not a chance.  “   It takes more effort than he cares to confess to to not elaborate on the answers  and why he’s put them there when he desperately wants to.  “  You didn’t say they had to be fair fights.  “  Take from that what one would. 

    He blinks, and then tilts his head with a smile.  “  Or am I lying?  “  After all, he did have that third sword with a different power. How much do you trust his words? 

[river--ghost]

work all night on a drink of rum

daylight come and me wan go home

stack banana til the morning come

daylight come and me wan go home

come mr tallyman tally me banana

daylight come and me wan go home

come mr tallyman tally me banana

daylight come and me wan go home

lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say day

me say day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

a beautiful bunch of ripe banana

daylight come and me wan go home

hide the deadly black tarantula

daylight come and me wan go home

lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say day

me say day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

come mr tallyman tally me banana

daylight come and me wan go home

come mr tallyman tally me banana

daylight come and me wan go home

dayo

dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say day

me say day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[hinamie]

mentor

[seren-dipitous-art]

I’ve been obsessed with the Olympics for the past week, and obsessed with Dick Grayson for longer, so here’s the crossover we all deserve.

Plus, gorgeous sweaty acrobat in gymnastics poses? Only positives.

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[kodiescove]

Person who I just got back into contact with after 3 years of no contact: you are perfect

Them: you are part of the reason I got sober. I didn't want to die and you not see me get better.

Them: I have to reassure you that you're okay. That no matter what you do, I could never truly be angry at you. You can do no wrong in my eyes.

Me: is this.... is this a joke...? Am I being punked...? Where are the hidden cameras? Are you gonna punch me in the stomach and then rob me after saying all of this? What the fuck is going on? Who are you?? What happened to you??? This is NOT and has NEVER been you, and I do not know how to handle who you've become. Am I dreaming? Am I high? Have I been isekaid?