#which i eat up like cereals

[shanalikeanna]

The Princess -Based on the wonderful fic Pluck My Heartstrings by @pluck-heartstrings

[theloveinc]

I need dabi to be my boyfriend so badly so he can bum around my apartment and stop my roommates from touching my shit

[todayisafridaynight]

We rlly don’t need another majima game 😭 please give other characters a chance he already had the spotlight in 0😔

lord if i speak on goro majima.

[milo-is-rambling]

I’m addicted to the grind (I doordashed for three hours this morning after only sleeping for four hours and now I’m contemplating abandoning my nap to go doordash for like. Twelve hours.)

[something-about-sunflowers]

ONE WOULD THINK.

THAT SOMEONE'S NAME.

BEING WRITTEN IN ALL CAPS.

ON EVERY SIDE OF A CONTAINER.

WOULD INDICATE THAT YOU SHOULD.

AT LEAST.

ASK SAID PERSON.

IF YOU CAN HAVE SOME OF WHAT IS IN THE CONTAINER.

AND THAT YOU SHOULD UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE.

TAKE SOME WITHOUT ASKING AT ALL.

ONE WOULD THINK.

[momochiiee-reblogs]

Starting to feel the solitude of a house that is always full of people

The irony istg

[softichill]

I need. To start eating 3 full meals a day

[madelynpryor]

dads are wild why is an adult man out here throwing a tantrum because i said i dont care which fast food place we go to

[huntersapprentice]

it's something I've noticed for a long time now, but it really feels like a big aspect of tumblr culture is meddling with posts and twisting them through reblogs as far away from their original intention as possible, whether anyone meant to or not

[urbanfiltered]

exhibiting never before seen signs of self actualization/mental illness

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

The bad end timeloop is that you're stuck on a car ride with your family through the Plains and no entertainment

You're stuck in a timeloop but can't tell because you're on a train going through the great plains

[nexus-nebulae]

whyyyyyy am i waking up with heartburn the only snack i had before bed this time was a GRANOLA BAR

[undyinglantern]

you know, when I watched the anime and the scene where he said this came up, I kinda just nodded and agreed like yeah he’s got a point. But now that I’m reading it at a slower pace I’m like well eating can include disordered eating or having a less than common allergy that you need to constantly keep on top of and be accommodated for, you could have insomnia or narcolepsy or just an irregular circadian rhythm among other sleep irregularities, and there are so many thing that can go wrong with your intestines not to mention even common things like utis or constipation or diarrhea; so eating sleeping and going to the bathroom absolutely are things that can make you nervous for any number of reasons

[phagodyke]

ugh had to get up bc I'm too awake to fall back asleep and started getting hunger cramps

[milo-is-rambling]

Guy confusing nicotine withdrawls with a break thru in his art block has shaking hands and is pacing his bedroom saying shit like “no it’s like, I see it, I can feel it. It’s in me it needs to get out. I can feel it can’t you see it? Are you seeing it? Can’t you see? It’s beautiful.” to his pets

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC My Brother in the Mirror

Damian doesn't like mirrors.

He never mentioned the fact to other members of the family, but they are detectives and vigilantes, it's their job to be observant. Which, after so many years, becomes a habit.

Damian doesn't actively avoid the mirrors - he has a mirror in his bathroom, he didn't express any discomfort over going into a mirror labyrinth at some carnival they've attended (he expressed disgust over taking part in something so stupid, in his words, but that's a whole another story), and he actually spent a few minutes in front of the funhouse mirrors when no one was looking, watching his own reflection distort in various ways. He also has no problems with his self-image - he doesn't mind pictures of him taken at any time (unless it's Tim, but that's, again, a whole another story), he's drawn a few self-portraits that were rather accurate and he liked them.

He just doesn't like mirrors. For some reason.

His family, both close and extended, never questioned it. They did some gentle research to see if the dislike was caused by some kind of problem Damian was experiencing without telling anyone, but when they found no proof of that, they've just decided it was some quirk of his. Everyone has quirks. Dick doesn't like eating cereal like a normal person, Tim despises sleep, Steph is at war with any color other than purple.

That is, until one day, Tim witnesses Damian sitting in front of a mirror.

He is not even aware of it - the whole family is having a game night, and through some arguments and rearrangements on the couch, Damian ends up sitting on the left side of it, where his back is turned to one of the three mirrors in the room. Tim, who's lost the last round, is slumping in an armchair nearby, pointedly looking away from the screen where Damian and Jason are enthusiastically competing over the first place in Mario Cart. Of course, Tim can't just not watch it since he needs to know their strategies. But turning back around would also be admitting defeat.

The solution? Easy, watch the screen through the mirror.

Which is when he notices it.

Damian in the mirror doesn't act the same as Damian in the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Tim can see the real Damian moving around, shoving Jason with his elbow, fully concentrated on the game, and yelling something. Damian-in-the-mirror is sitting unnaturally still, the back of his head over the couch unmoving.

Tim forgets all about the game when Damian's reflection starts to turn around. Slowly and carefully, eerie in the way the horror movies are, the boy in the mirror turns his head around like an owl, his neck twisting inhumanely.

His eyes are green. Green like the toxic waste, like Jason's madness, like acid in cartoons, like the Waters of Lazarus.

Damian in the mirror smiles, his unblinking, gliwing eyes fixed on Tim, and his teeth are sharp and pointy, and there are too many of them, humans can't smile this wide.

"-im? Tim!" A hand nudges him in the shoulder, and Tim looks away from the mirror, finding Dick standing over him. The noise of the game room returns all at once, and, wait, when did it become quiet for Tim?.. He must have a strange expression on his face because Dick's easy smile falls slightly, and he frowns, "Is everything okay?"

Tim looks back to the mirror, but the green-eyed boy in the mirror is gone, and the mirror only reflects Damian as he is: sitting on the couch.

"Yeah," Tim shakes his head and forces a smile on his lips, "I just zoned out."

"Okay," Dick pats him on the shoulder and gives him the controller, "It's your turn now."

Tim takes the controller and turns around, facing the screen. Tim throws a quick glance at Damian, who had slid down on the couch so his head would not be in the reflection anymore. Tim sees the cold, warning hint to his eye, a clear do not speak of it message.

Tim doesn't like that the mirror is now behind him.