#personal preferences i suppose........

[isatoru]

saw someone say they don't think oliver is hot with his scruff..... hmm....

[shepscapades]

I think it’s safe to say Ranchers Win These

(In the silence between the last two panels, there is a 20 page comic in my head filled with flashbacks of every moment Scott teased, scolded, or dismissed Jimmy—and every moment where Tango was instead kind, patient, and proud)

[necrotic-nephilim]

au - tim sneaking out of jason's room one night at the manor and accidentally locking eyes with dick who is sneaking out of bruce's room at the exact same time, breakfast is very awkward the next morning

(i did think of having it be jason instead of tim but honestly jason has 0 shame and even less issue outing himself if it means fucking with bruce and, to a lesser extent, dick)

i'm cackling I love these types of things so much. they're so silly. sometimes we deserve mindless crack for these ships. have a *very* low effort ficlet bc this just makes me snort, enjoy <3

Dick closed Bruce's door as quietly as he could. Usually, he didn't have to sneak around when he slept with Bruce. But the temporary room Bruce had given Jason in the manor was just down the hall, and Dick didn't feel like looking Jason in the eye if he walked out of Bruce's bedroom in the morning at the wrong time.

Just because he was pretty sure Jason knew, didn't mean he needed confirmation and confrontation.

Dick had almost caved to staying in bed with Bruce when Bruce tried to pull him back down, but he kept some level of wits about him, prying Bruce's arm off of him and giving him a final kiss on the cheek before heading for the door.

The one thing Dick did allow himself, though, was wearing one of Bruce's shirts instead of his own. It was a size too large on him but smelled safe and comforting. Dick breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the door latched silently. He let go of the handle, turning around to creep off to his own bedroom in another wing.

And found himself staring at another figure.

With all of the lights off and only faint moonlight streaming through the windows, Dick couldn't tell who it was, at first. His reaction was embarrassing no matter who it was, jumping nearly a foot backward and clutching a hand over his chest.

He was a goddamn vigilante. This was just embarrassing.

The other person wasn't nearly as shocked as Dick, but they stood perfectly still, staring with wide eyes that faintly reflected what little light illuminated their face. Dick squinted, leaning forward to see who it was.

"Tim?" Dick hissed, trying to keep his voice to a whisper. Bruce had fallen asleep and if Dick woke him up now, he was never going to get the stubborn bastard back to bed.

Tim, still looking like a deer in headlights, just blinked at Dick.

"What are you doing up this late?" Dick asked. They'd all agreed to take tonight's patrol off, letting Babs, Helena, Dinah, and Zinda handle it in exchange for tackling the massive human trafficking ring in the morning with fresh eyes and cleared heads. The job was the only thing that had gotten Jason to agree to work with them in the first place. Bruce barely managed to strong-arm Jason into sleeping in the manor, with a decent amount of guilting from Alfred.

Jason, who was in the room only a few feet away from Dick. The room that Tim's hand was resting on the doorknob of.

"That's Jason's room," Dick said slowly.

Tim just nodded. "I know." He wasn't whispering like Dick was, but his tone remained impossible to read.

He just saw Dick walk out of Bruce's room. Had he put it together? It was Tim, after all. if he hadn't yet, Dick assumed he only had a couple minutes before it dawned on Tim.

"What were you doing in Jason's room?" Dick frowned. If he focused on Tim, it could keep the focus off of him for as long as possible. Dick tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating.

Tim's expression was hard to make out in the dark. "We were talking about the case." Still, his tone remained entirely neutral.

Too neutral, for Tim.

"At two am?"

"Well, what were you doing?" Tim huffed slightly when he said it, folding his arms over his chest.

He was shirtless, Dick just realized.

Shirtless and coming out of Jason's room.

"I was-" Dick stumbled over his words, choking as he tried to come up with an alibi. "We were talking about the-"

"I already used that excuse, pick your own," Tim deadpanned. Dick was pretty sure he also rolled his eyes. "I've known about you and Bruce for years, you know. You don't have to pretend."

The noise that came out of Dick's throat was almost as mortifying as the realization that not only did Jason likely know, but so did Tim.

"It... okay it has not been years," Dick's face was hot and he was glad it was too dark for Tim to see his blush. "I mean- it's been a while but not years-"

"Whatever you say." Tim shrugged, sounding unconvinced. "There have been feelings between you two for years, close enough for me."

If Dick died, right here, in this hallway in front of Bruce's door, he hoped the cause of death would be put down as homicide instead of natural causes. Because every word from Tim's mouth made another piece of Dick die inside, just a little.

"It's none of your business either way." Dick tried to stand up straight to sound more in control of the situation, clearing his throat.

"Trust me, I don't want it to be my business."

Dick would've laughed, if this was happening to anyone but him.

"What about... you and Jason?" Dick asked carefully.

Tim shifted on his feet. "What about it? I told you, we were talking about the case."

"Right." It was Dick's turn to roll his eyes. "In his bedroom, at two am, without your shirt?"

Tim stared at Dick for a long, torturous moment. A moment that made Dick agree with Tim, about not wanting to know any sordid details.

"I'm going to bed," Tim said suddenly, turning away from Dick. "Goodnight."

Dick had a thousand more questions he wanted to ask. How Tim and Jason even got together, when it happened. Last Dick knew, they could barely stand to be in the same room.

But Tim was walking away at an alarmingly brisk pace and Dick just sighed. He was too tired and mortified about his own secrets to chase Tim down for an impromptu interrogation that would just end up embarrassing them both more.

Maybe it was best for Dick's sanity if he didn't know the specifics.

Dick didn't consider how awkward it would be until he was standing in the kitchen, staring at Jason bent over a cup of coffee.

Did Jason know Dick knew? It didn't seem like he did, but he had always had a good poker face.

When Tim ambled into the kitchen and grabbed overnight oats from the fridge, he didn't even look at Dick. He seemed to be pointedly avoiding it, sitting as far away from Dick as he could at the oversized dining room table.

All while Dick couldn't seem to stop staring.

"Your cereal is going to get soggy," Jason muttered, and it took Dick a moment to realize Jason was talking to him. "At least eat it before trying to explode my head with your mind, or whatever your staring problem is."

"I'm not-" Dick stuttered. he shut himself up with a mouthful of cereal when Cass gave him an odd look.

Would she be able to figure it out just from his body language?

Dick had never fully understood the lengths her ability to read people could go. he looked away from her and stared at a random spot on the table, trying to eat at a normal pace.

Bruce was the last to wander into the kitchen. He squeezed Dick's shoulder as he walked by, making Dick jump. It was an innocent enough touch that no one would question, but all Dick could think about was the brief look from Tim before he quickly averted his eyes again.

The silence around the table was going to eat Dick alive. He started eating cereal faster.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Jason broke the tension, throwing his head back and slamming an empty mug down onto the table. "Everyone knows you two are fucking, alright?" He gestured between Dick and Bruce. "Stop being so goddamn weird about it, you're acting like there's a bomb in the room."

Bruce choked on his coffee. "Jason." He tried to sound reprimanding, but his voice was a few octaves too high.

Dick threw his hands in the air. "I knew you knew about that, but I didn't know about you and Tim until last night so excuse me for feeling a little awkward."

"You didn't know about what?" Bruce nearly yelled, spinning around to face Jason.

"Damnit, Dick!" Tim groaned, putting his head in his hands.

Jason just scoffed, pointing a fork at Bruce. "Oh don't even give me that self-righteous bullshit-"

Their argument went back and forth while Tim just rubbed his temples, muttering to himself and glaring at Dick.

Worst of all, Dick was pretty sure Cass was giggling next to him under her covered mouth.

Dick just sighed and ducked his head, dutifully waiting for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

So much for his breakfast.

[bamsara]

Hey Bam, if you need help with editorial/grammar checks, how do you feel about getting a beta-reader? (Can I volunteer??)

the spelling and grammar errors are not important to me right now, im more interested in just enjoying writing and having fun with the story, thank you for the offer though thats very sweet

[warningsine]

GIRLS5EVA • Summer Dutkowsky

[stellaluna33]

I might be the only person in the WORLD who would prefer to ignore AYITL Jess's muscular physique, and it's simply because I'd really rather imagine that he'd be spending his time doing less boring things than going to the gym. 😂😭

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[hakucho-art]

The Kaneki family <3

[lesbianralzarek]

wyll looks so much better in long hair mods because of full-release design decisions for a character model that was 90% cemented 3 years prior. his short hair was totally fine in EA. they shouldve changed it when they made a fucking massive change to his silhouette. his horns double the overall size of his head. the percentage of his head thats hair is halved. he looks almost bald. thank you long hair modders

this one specifically has healing properties

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Asunder

slow-paced high fantasy

a woman who has a contract with an eldritch entity allowing her to see the dead & survives by taking various jobs

when a job searching for stranded smugglers in a cave goes wrong, she ends up with the soul of a dying stranger bound to her shadow

along with a scholar and her old childhood friend, they travel to his home country to find a way to unbind him and save them both

dark fantasy world with gods, demonic entities, arcane magic, and semi-sentient beasts used as transport

[ispyspookymansion]

number of coworkers who have asked my pronouns (ive been here a year): 3

number of customers who have asked my pronouns: 4

number of customers and coworkers i have confused deeply. With my pronouns and general gender: countless

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

On the left, Bronze Dragon! It's a metallic dragon, so adults are roughly in the 20-80 foot (6-24 m) range, and can shapeshift. Love the beach and swimming, barter for treasure instead of plundering, and are always up for a challenge. Even have Fus-Ro-Dah breath, if getting thrown 60 feet piques your interest!

On the right, the nightmare! It gives you fire resistance, travels dimensions, and knows three languages. Smart as the average person, but it's badass hell horse!

[fallout-lou-begas]

re: the polyamory post - YES THANK YOUUU i'm so fucking sick of opening tumblr or twitter and like. every other day it's just 'polyamorous people are ugly and stupid *one million retweets from other queer people*' again and again and it's like??? first of all, get new jokes. second of all, congrats on getting approval from the straight people in your replies, but guess what!! they still hate you and they think we are exactly the same!! good job bud!!!

literally!!! literally literally!!!!!!! and part of this comes from the fact that after getting divorced from my ex-husband after a brief open-marriage period (which happened because he realized he was a gay man, not anything to do with trying polyamory in and of itself lmao), we realized that, in the wake of our old relationship and dawn of new ones with new people, that i'm definitely non-mongamous and that he does want monogamy. That experience really threw into relief for me how non-mongamy or monogamy really is a thing that you either want or you don't, either works for you or doesn't! and talking with him about these differences between us during that time period through today has always been really illuminating and interesting to me.

[kipperlillyforpresident]

me sowing: haha yeah voter fraud could be fun

me reaping: wtf.

[juniperhillpatient]

I’m gonna be so for real right now I really genuinely think my favorite brand of “ship” has always been & will always be the kind that’s always building & never stops because it’s not like they could ever be endgame but it’s also not like they could ever stop caring. Like. I can think of many tv shows even just off the top of my head that lost any & all appeal once my otp got together. Like the best relationships in fiction are always gonna be in a constant state of friendship slash “hey was that romantic?” slash drama or discord & conflict slash “platonic love isn’t a downgrade” slash “buuuuuut…. Still. maybe just maybe it is romantic after all” slash “if they ever actually become a couple & get happy & stable I’ll be immediately bored I don’t even exactly want that also it’s so unrealistic & would never happen” like. Give me that insanity before giving me a stable romance any day of the week babey