#inspired by a tumblr post

[cod-dump]

Ghost: Aye, Cap, got a question for you

Price: What?

Ghost: How do you make water beds more bouncy?

Price: *glares at Ghost while saying nothing*

Ghost: .... how do you-

Price, annoyed: How, Simon?

Ghost: You use spring water

Price: *sighs as Ghost cackles*

Price: They're getting worse

[nevvn]

starting to like this brush,,

[bittersweetstargazer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman) & Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) & Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen & Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman) & Bruce Wayne, Justice League & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen, Justice League (DCU) Additional Tags: Identity Reveal, Secret Identity Fail, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Attempt at Humor, Humor, Based on a Tumblr Post, Bruce Wayne is So Done, bruce identity reveal gone wrong basically lmao Summary:

"As I was saying, I've decided it was high time that you all learned who I was. We've known each other long enough, and we've fought by each other's sides for all that time. I trust you all equally with this."

Silence reigned as Bruce reached up, grabbing the base of his face covering, and pulled off his cowl.

Nothing. And then—

Hal relaxed once again, taking a deep breath. "That was kind of anticlimactic, if you ask me. You're honestly just some guy."

And because he really didn't have anything else to say, he blurted out, "Do you not recognize me?"

~ Bruce reveals his identity . . . It doesn't go as planned ~

@bbbbbbbbatman i wrote it 

[lost-letters-from-atlantis]

I am fourteen and tired and sitting alone under a willow tree. You look like a ray of sunshine. You smile and laugh and talk my ears off about something you saw yesterday, and all I know how to do is nod and wallow in my own self-hatred. Envying you, for still knowing how to live. Envying the ones that make you happy because surely, they're making you happier than I do.

You shouldn't stay with me, I say. You look up at me with that puzzled expression like you're trying to figure out what the hell I'm talking about. You don't know yet that you're the first one to stay. That you'll have to repeat the same thing over and over and over again, year after year, scar after scar. "I won't leave you. I love you." And the words will always be the same, always in a different form, echoes of conversations from the beginning of time. You have better friends than me. I am a monster.

I expect you to withdraw after each word I say, just like I will spend years expecting you to abandon me after each fight, each outburst, each attempt to push you away.

But all you say is "I won't leave you. I love you."

And you said it again when I turned fifteen and begged you to stay with me on the phone because I was scared of what I'd do if I was alone, without you.

"I won't leave you. I love you."

And when I was sixteen and thought you'd hate me for being scared that you'd choose someone else over me.

"I won't leave you. I love you."

Even when at seventeen I started remembering what happiness felt like and I resented you for not seeing the danger of stepping in malicious traps. Guilt and fear washing over me after I gave you the cold stare, saying sorry for biting at you like a terrified dog whose owner made him walk on burning pavements by mistake.

"I won't leave you. I love you."

Time after time you say sorry for making me bleed from old wounds, and you listen to the sound of my pain pouring from my lips.

Now I am almost eighteen and this time I think I'm going to lose you for real. Our friends have fed me poison, my tongue is made of acid, and I spit their harmfulness back at them, as intensely as I can, and you ask of me if I can go to war alone and I say yes, because it is the least I can do for you. Because I love you too.

Somehow the story got twisted on their corrupted tongues. So that I am the monster. And you are the knight. Shining bright in his golden armour, bathing in their praises and congratulations. Little did they know the dragon and the knight had always fought side by side.

But I realise as I read their foolish tale, that all I have to offer to you is this burning arson. This broken loneliness outside of their idealised world, without princesses to save, and crowds to acclaim you. And you are a shining knight. With a shield and a sword that you never dared to brandish against anyone. And I am a dragon. With acidic venom and claws that I use to tear others apart.

And somehow, suddenly I am eight years old again, and going back to my old ways, I stand in the middle of an empty train station and say You shouldn't stay. You have better friends, and I am a monster. I have nothing to offer. I will hurt you.

And this time, I believe it's the last time I say those words. Because soon enough we will go to college and be pulled apart, and I'm starting to accept that I'll never get the stability I thought I craved for, for nothing was ever meant to be permanent in my life.

I hear your voice, and you answer me "I won't leave you. I love you."

And I realise we only played the same script again. The one where I got scared to death and you reassured me, and I won't ask you why you did it because I already know the answer.

We built the world together every time it crumbled down around us. And we are going to do it again. And we are going to do it again.

Fellas is it bad that I saw a sad post (giving credit for the inspo? please tell me if I should remove the link) and immediately thought of how I used to believe the same thing until my best friend @arsuns-ramblings proved me wrong?

[jaimebluesq]

A Knight in Shining Shop-Vac

For SangCheng Week Day 6 - The theme is WATER. This is inspired by a post I saw on Tumblr some time ago about guys meeting on Grindr but instead of sexy chat, one needs help fixing something. So here we are!

Summary:

Jiang Cheng, in his 40s and newly divorced, has begun questioning who he is and what he wants. At the prodding of his best friend and sister, he's downloaded Grindr and made a profile, but it's been harder than he thought to get up the nerve to begin looking at profiles. Once he does, the first message he gets isn't a pick-up line or a dick pic - it's a request for help.

[aquamarine-wings]

There is no hero in this story. No one to take up the mantle of good and righteousness. No one who stands for justice and truth.

Instead, there is war and death brought by those who sought the land for their own selfish gain. There is pain and violence wrought by those who were conqueror and conquered alike. And in the end, the land and all its peoples are wracked with scars too numerous to count. Emotional and physical hurts too deep to ever fully heal.

There are no heroes in this story. And yet, there are also no villains. No one whose journey is only ever inspired by evil. No one whose motives are purely selfish and hateful.

Instead, there are charismatic leaders and loyal soldiers. There are people trying to take back their homes. There are people just going about their day, trying to survive and live under such violence as this.

No black and white morality exists in this world. Instead, there are people. There are people, not heroes and not villains, that made this place the wreckage it stands as today. There are people who lived and died and survived in this hellish landscape. There are people who created and destroyed all that was and still remains here.

They were people. And isn’t that the most monstrous thing of all?

[thefirstanomally]

Based on this post:

[abreathlessplace]

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[starrysharks]

ghanaian miku

[what-iz-life]

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage

[minimalist-quotes]

You deserve a healthy love with someone who hears you, sees you, understands you, appreciates you, supports you, and loves you. Someone who is patient, communicates clearly, and creates a calm safe space to heal, grow, and bloom together. A love you don't have to heal from.

[cod-dump]

Price: YOU DUMB CUNTS

Ghost, Gaz, & Soap: *flinch*

Price: Not you, boys

Soap: Oh thank god

[usefulquotes7]

Maturity is when you realize people can't give you what they can't give themselves, so you stop expecting loyalty from people who betray themselves, stop expecting honesty from people who lie to themselves, and stop expecting peace from people who are at war with themselves.

[itsmaats13]

🖤

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Remus: how did Reggie first came out to you?

Sirius: well there were always signs, but when he really did, he did it by giving me a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"

Remus: That's cute

Sirius: It was NOT cute!

Sirius: I thought he was pregnant.

[wastedmishhty]