#scared and confused

[carebooks]

what in the twilight zone did i just watch

[lalalaugenbrot]

[mimikeaton]

My gf's nicknames for me are going in a weird direction. First it was just "princess" then "my princess" then "my little princess" and now it's "My Little Dinosaur Princess"

What does she mean by this? I don't even like dinosaurs.

[silverstarfics]

so is anyone else’s tumblr messed up so they’re seeing hardly any new posts and can’t see anything they’ve been tagged in or is that fun glitch just for me?

[dystopyx-blog]

the entire reason I’ve never used tumblr is because I don’t understand it help I’m just a little clown bimbo 😭

[just-your-regular-idiot]

I GOTTA KNOW WHAT SHIPS DID NO EMONTION MAKE‼️‼️

(idk if I wrote that right)

No emotion: nothing bad

confused: YOU SHIP ANYONE AND ANYTHING SHUT UP THESE ARE CURSED.

L♡ve: they are cursed-

No emotion:I have good taste at least ○v○

[rabbitfootjack]

Yeah, haha

no one quite psychoanalyzes like daughters do when looking at their mothers

[yayohno]

when is it time to stop begging her for attention and admit defeat? entering the biannual homoerotic stand off. only to inevitably fall apart and back together. is there a timeline for this?

i know you have answers

[chloesimaginationthings]

William gives Michael a very “good” FNAF gift..

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I need more of? The Batkids completely fucking with the Justice League and their rogues and coming up with stories for their existence.

Like I am talking about the creation of demigods sort of stories, like Loki sort of stories.

Duke has convinced all of Gotham that he's the Bat Signal brought to life and that's why he's never seen at night and why the signal literally doesn't work during the day. He's waiting giddily for the story to spread outside of the city.

The batkids have convinced half the League that Nightwing is quite literally Batman's lovechild with Justice. Hey, Constantine had a one night stand with the manifestation of a city and they've dealt with gods before, so surely it's not that surprising? Right???

I need more of the Batkids being little shits, of Alfred the-greatest-enabler Pennyworth backing them up and Bat(the-biggest-troll)man to never confirm the stories, but he doesn't deny them either.

[haveihitanerve]

Everyone knows Batman using Brucie Wayne’s voice while in the cowl, I give you Brucie Wayne using the Batman voice. 

Brucie Wayne, wearing a half open very elaborate expensive tailored suit suddenly going ‘Step away from the fountain’ in the deepest voice anyone has ever heard in the entire world and his kids immediately drop what they’re doing and jump away so fast it’s almost comical and the girl and guy in Brucie’s lap just look at him in bafflement and the entire Gala falls quiet. Then Brucie goes ‘ohhh emmmmm ggggggg! Why’d everyone stopped tawwlking!!!” And they continue on like nothing happened but it goes down in history.

[m4g0hun]

lost child

[that1notetaker]

I was thinking what to write here but the dog just ran away with my marker. Anyway I love taking stories with potential for lots of angst and making it lighthearted. AND THEN plunge into the depths.

[mindiemakes]

TFW you’re a stress crier so you need hugs from your blorbo

[itsmeimcathy]

faust (1858) by charles gounod | le fantôme de l'opèra (1910) by gaston leroux | wuthering heights (1939) by william wyler | la belle et la bête (1947) by jean cocteau | labyrinth (1986) by jim henson | van helsing (2004) by stephen sommers | the phantom of the opera (2004) by joel schumacher | crimson peak (2014) by guillermo del toro | consumed (2014) by david cronenberg | nosferatu (2024) by robert eggers

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.