Wait, What?! What Happened? Does Anyone Have Any Info??

we really devolved as a society when we stopped using fully painted pictures on romance novels and started using cheap photoshop instead 

mayhaps do you know or remember anything about how to find that 'Clark as a nanny/au pair for the Waynes' au? It sounds fantastic 🩷

thirteen by CapnWinghead!

this is the one! it's cute batfam stuff :)

The Billionaire and the Babysitter by victorian_sexstache

this is a different one. it's a little spicier :D

another day in my gay little life. scrolling through my gay little phone

Truce meeting

Villian: So where are you taking us for our 'truce meeting'

Hero: see the nice Italian place over there? I know it's quite fancy but I've wanted to try it for a while now!

Villian: umm .. I.. I'm not sure ..

Hero: what why? I thought you'd like Italian?

Villian : yes! Who doesn't?? But you do realise how this must look like to an outsider right? Two people, who hated each other guts and now are suddenly dining at a fancy restaurant? You must know this looks like were dating , right? I .. I dont want to make this more uncomfortable or weirder than it already is.

Hero: I don't really care what others think. And also, I know we've been civil with each other for only a hot minute but even I can see, that anyone would be lucky to have someone like you as their partner. So let's go!

Villian: *dazed, confused, falling harder than they already have*

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i just told my sister about a fanfic I've been interested in and then my aunt asked me what the name is. then i fucking told her!!!

its also the only fic i have found with that name so if she looks it up she find it immediately Im scared

When a Character Is Grieving Someone They Never Got to Say Goodbye To

✧ They talk about the person in past tense… then correct themselves. Then stop talking entirely.

✧ They touch things that belonged to the person like they’re fragile, sacred, about to disappear.

✧ They hoard the last voicemail, last message, last anything. Play it. Don’t play it. Just knowing it exists hurts enough.

✧ They leave something untouched, an empty seat, a half-packed bag, a coffee order that isn’t theirs.

✧ They get irrationally angry when someone else seems to be “moving on.” As if forgetting is betrayal.

✧ They don’t let themselves cry all at once. It comes in pieces. Like they’re afraid too much grief will drown them.

✧ They over-apologize. For being quiet. For being distant. For not being okay.

✧ They become hyper-aware of time, dates, anniversaries, time zones, the exact moment everything ended.

✧ They get superstitious. Ritualistic. As if doing things "right" might reverse something.

✧ They smile when they talk about the person. But it’s brittle. And it never quite touches their eyes.

My mom: So why don't you draw a lot of women?

Me: *trying not to be really gay* uh, I like the male anatomy more.