#just gimme my boy

[j-a-nuary]

Anyway if anyone finds any Yunho coachella gif/photo sets you're legally obligated to tag me/send me them regardless of quality

[hypurbee]

Make Gus a marriageable candidate challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

[ofbatsandballads]

turn me into something tragic

jason todd x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: slight suggestive thoughts from reader, brief mentions of Jason being hurt

a/n: been listening to the secret of us by gracie abrams and “let it happen” just feels so much like what falling in love with jay would be like. so here’s a song fic!

divider credit: saradika-graphics

You’re in deep. You wish you weren’t because this whole longing thing sucks. But you’re here now—so it goes, you guess. It’s not like you have any other options. You can’t just quit your job at the Robbinsville Public Library because there’s a very handsome man that always shows up from one to four in the afternoon. You can’t uproot your life and your ability to pay rent because he smiles at you whenever he returns his books, because his voice makes your chest feel warm when he asks if you can put a copy of Emma on hold for him.

No. You just need to suck it up and stop thinking about Jason fucking Todd.

A remarkably hard task, honestly. Especially when he shows up at one o’clock on the dot as always. The weather’s pouring rain today, a clockwork symptom of Gotham winters. You watch as he diligently drags his boots along the entry rugs, careful to not track water on the hardwood floors of the library. It’s sweet. He’s sweet—no. You don’t need to be thinking anything about him.

He walks up to your circulation desk, unzips his black leather jacket and places the books he’d been keeping safe from the rain on the old oak. He always returns them early. He must be a particularly voracious reader. It’s a trait you find ridiculously attractive. He reads all these classic romances, so he must have a good appreciation of longing and devotion and soul crushing love and what would it be like to be loved by a man like that—God, you need to stop.

“Hi Jason,” you greet him cheerfully.

“Hi,” he says quietly.

His voice is so pretty. It’s deep but not rough, and he’s got that lilt that all born and bred Gothamites have. He’s so soft spoken, whether by choice or nature, you don’t know. But it’s a beautiful combination, his tone and inflection. You could listen to him talk all day. You do listen to him talk for at least 30 minutes of each day you work.

“Your hair looks nice.”

It’s sheepish and it’s nearly a whisper, but it’s got your heart racing nonetheless. You’d cut your hair over the weekend, wanting a change. And if you’d hastily curled it this morning before work in a vain attempt to make it look extra pretty, then that was for you to know.

“Thank you,” you say, face growing warm, “Oh, your copy of Emma just came in!”

You reach into the cubby under your desk where you’d specifically placed the book once it was returned by a guy named Dick. You had asked how he liked it and he’d just said he didn’t get why his brother enjoyed these things so much. You didn’t talk to him much after that.

“Took ‘em long enough,” Jason mutters, shaking his head and causing little droplets of water to fall from his damp curls.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Most times people don’t wait over a month, but I got the sense that the guy didn’t really like it. Probably DNF’ed it,” you ramble as you push the book towards him.

Jason rolls his eyes.

“Some people have no taste,” he grumbles.

“Your taste is incredible.”

You don’t realize how horrible that double entendre is until you see the bright red of Jason’s cheeks. Oh, God, your inside thoughts are becoming outside thoughts. You really, really need to reel yourself in.

“I mean–I just meant–obviously books. Your taste in books. I have no idea about your taste otherwise.”

Yeah, that didn’t help. You want to crawl under your desk and die. Maybe the little old lady who works the morning shift will find your corpse when she clocks in.

“I–um–thank you?” Jason says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

He looks pretty when he’s flustered. You wonder just how pretty he’d look if he was under you all flustered like that. Jesus Christ, you want to gag your own inner monologue. You take one steadying deep breath.

“I’m sorry. It’s been a day,” it hasn’t, but he doesn’t know that, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He pauses, shifts his weight from one foot to the other. He looks to be contemplating something of extreme importance. Then a resigned look crosses his face and his shoulders drop as he lets out a deep sigh.

“No, nothin’ yet. ‘M just gonna browse.”

And with that he’s off into the stacks. Once he’s out of your sight, you drop your burning face into your hands and groan. Humiliating. You’re so embarrassed that you’re jittery. You toss Jason’s books into the cart of returns and decide to make your way through the library returning them. The work distracts you from your own social suicide, as do the headphones you’ve pulled over your head.

You’re wandering along, head bobbing to the playlist you’ve entitled “book return bops”, when you encounter the source of your sudden emotional instability reading peacefully on the ground. He doesn’t notice or acknowledge you at first. It gives you time to admire him.

He truly is pretty. The cloudy light from the window throws shadows on his face, accentuating the sharpness of his cheekbones, his jaw, his nose. He’s like an old Roman statue. A beautiful man that reads, is kind, and is built like a brick house. You’re doomed.

You wheel your squeaky cart into the aisle and start placing the books back in their rightful homes. Jason looks up at you, a soft smile blooming on his face as he watches you work. Little do you know that he stares at you the same way you stare at him.

You glance over at him and see that he’s reading Frankenstein. You drag your headphones to hang around your neck and interrupt the peaceful quiet that’s settled between you.

“I need to know what you think of that book,” you demand.

Jason raises an eyebrow, gaze roaming from you to the book in his hands and back.

“It’s one of the best novels ever written. And one of the most widely misinterpreted by modern media. It’s a little infuriating, actually, just how much every adaptation misses the point.”

You’re in love with him. End of discussion.

“Thank you!” you exclaim. “First of all, the Creature isn’t green and bolted! Second, he’s not the fucking villain! Victor is! How do you create something, knowing every step of the way what you’ve made, then abandon it altogether once you’ve given it life. It’s bullshit. He’s neglectful and obtuse and utterly unaccountable.”

You continue to rant about Frankenstein for a good ten minutes, allowing Jason to make annotations to your verbal essay. In your literary fire, you completely miss the stars that are dancing in the eyes of the pretty boy sitting on the floor. If you did see them, maybe you’d realize that you’re not the only one with increasingly absurd inside thoughts.

“Anyways,” you sigh, “you’re the only person I’ve ever spoken to who gets it. So thank you.”

“No problem. You’re the only person I can talk to about it,” he says, voice going quiet at the last part.

You cock your head and raise an eyebrow in question.

“Well, my best friend isn’t much for reading. He prefers building weird shit. And my…dad,” he chokes the word out like it’s poison, “he just reads fuckin’ history books. Not even the good ones. He reads stuff like the history of semiconductors.”

You laugh so loud that it echoes. You slap your hand over your mouth, suddenly conscious of where you work. You’re still giggling as you sit down next to him. You look over and feel any of the air you’d regained leave your lungs. He’s smiling at you, bigger and brighter than he ever has before. And the way he’s looking at you…it’s not at all dissimilar to the way you look at him. Maybe you don’t have to stop thinking about him after all. You steel your nerves and dig your fingers into the shelf behind you.

“Well, maybe I could get your number so we can book club it sometime. Just so you don’t have to talk about semiconductors,” you joke, nerves coming through in the slight shake of your voice.

His smile grows even bigger.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he says as he hands over his phone to you.

As you punch in the numbers, you swear that you can see how it’ll all unfold. You don’t love him yet, but you will. One day you’ll love him so much you don’t know how it stays contained in your body. You’ll discover that he loves chocolate chip cookies and you’ll learn how to make them for him. You’ll learn he’s ticklish right under his ribs, that the muscle that joins his neck and shoulder is extremely sensitive to kisses.

You’ll have bitter arguments when he comes to pick you up for a date with a black eye or a busted lip or a bum shoulder. You’ll have a vicious screaming match where he finally tells you what he does at night. He’ll vanish for a week, then come back to find you curled up in a ball on your couch. He’ll never vanish again, he’ll make a home with you. You’ll worry every night he leaves your side. You’ll rejoice with every sunrise you watch together on your fire escape.

Jason Todd will turn you into something tragic, into a love-struck, devoted, messy version of yourself that you didn’t know existed before he walked into your life. And, just for him, you’ll let it happen.

[ayyyy-le-simp]

I’m in love with Hunter but WRECKER IS MY BOY

OKAY?! HE IS MY BOY! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LIKE HE BETTER MAKE IT!! I LOVE HIM I WANNA BE THERE LIKE AUGHHHHH IM INSANE OMG

I want him to win me a prize at one of those carnival games. I wanna go on a carnival date with him. I want to be held by him. I want to feel that big boy marshmallow on a cold night. I wanna kiss his cheek and watch him smile. I just want him, dude. Like he makes me happy sm right now, hes literally my wallpaper

Okay sorry I had to get that off my chest

[arrowheadedbitch]

Kaminari: I'd die for you.

Shinsou: You jumped into upcoming traffic yesterday for a bagel.

Kaminari: In my defense, it was a really good bagel

[p0rchc0ll4ps3]

Okay more headcanons where Kim is the leader of the revolution in Harry's place bc Harry steps down from the position

Anyways THE THING ABOUT IT THOUGH THE THING ABOUT KIM BEING THE LEADER OF THE REVOLUTION IS THAT HES JUST HUMAN. Hes JUST flesh and blood. Hes not an innocence. He never will be. He's not palefucked like Harry is. He's no magpie. He is just. Flesh and blood. Revacholian. Traumatized like all her people are. She has left scars deep in him, but what revacholian doesn't have these scars??? Kim is just that. Kim. Just human. Just revacholian. Just people, like those he leads. When he bleeds, he bleeds the same. Harry meanwhile is something else and he's untouchable and he's CHOSEN by revachol. Revachol picked HIM to save her. But it costs Harry everything until he realizes that he will die if he keeps going down this path, and he chooses to save himself. To be there for the people that matter to him. It's a tragedy that he takes his hands off the levers and lets revachol burn but the thing is

Harry and Kim are intertwined. Their fates are shared. Harry is there for Kim to fall back on and vice versa. They complete each other, they are parts of each other's wholes

And of course when Harry steps down, takes his hands off the levers, even though he burns with innocentic light, Kim is there to step up. Take his place

And the thing is while Revachol chose Harry... Kim chose Revachol

So yeah. Something I've been thinking about a lot

[yeahnohoneybye]

my bad yall..

i forgot to post these on here 🤭

[moodysnowflake]

I think that this was the moment.

This is when Millions Knives was born.

Not after the Big Fall. Not on Gunsmoke. Here.

[xxmandaveexx]

Happy Birthday Austin! ♥️

Today is your day and it's a VERY special day indeed. 😊

I hope you have a good one! Go have some fun today and make sure you go ham on some good birthday cake too. 🎂😋

[inky-quilled-dragon]

KAVEH HAS RETURNED FROM THE WAR

[jizzlords]

manifesting this. link hands pls. 🕯️🕯️🕯️asmodeus appearance in new episode🕯️🕯️🕯️

[williamgayers]

all these season 5 pics coming out and none of them are of my boy

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

I hope Reckoning of Roku has some kind of reference to this or Is2g I'mma suffocate. TT0TT

[sillycyan]

I FOUND THE BETTER VIDEO OF THIS SO IM REPOSTING BC THE OTHER ONE CUT OFF A PART HAHHA BRO I LOVE THIS VIDEO

[minijenn]

Me, writing for Steven in UF:

Me, writing for Dipper in UF:

[link-sans-specs]

Messy hair, don't care. (Omg, @jula483 just look at him! 🥹)

GMM2466

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