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🎤 THIS IS A REMINDER THAT ALL OF THE ROBINS ARE SMART, GENIUSES IN FACT. THEY ARE IN A FAMILY OF DETECTIVES. THATS LIKE THEIR WHOLE THING. ALL OF THE ROBINS (AND THE REST OF THE BATFAM TOO) ARE CLEVER, STRATEGIC, AND CAPABLE, NOT JUST TIM. (No hate to my boy Tim, though. I love Tim.) YES, EVEN THAT ONE. Thank you. 🎤

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ok in the meanwhile who wants to talk about kyle rayner

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@pixxievomit hands you this

You’ve always loved Hal’s hands, strong lithe fingers and calloused palms that caressed you tenderly late at night.

Even before your relationship had progressed you’d been enamoured with them, and you weren’t ashamed at having asked him to compare hand sizes just for the excuse to hold his hand.

Hal teased you for it, stuck between amusement and disbelief when you earnestly stated you loved his hands more than his abs.

You loved how they felt holding yours, fingers entwined as you swung your conjoined hands gleefully. He'd huff, grumble about you ruining his 'street cred', but never once would he pull away.

He’d always had such warm hands. Hal ran hot, making summers sometimes a little unbearable when he insisted on holding you close, trapping you against his sweaty form with strong arms and fingers laced with yours.

His hair greys, lines appearing in the corners of his eyes and mouth alongside aches and pains that have him groaning as he rolls out of bed. His hands, though, remain the same.

Well, mostly, the same.

Parallax had drained the warmth from your love, even years after the fact; he still needed the extra layers in the Winter, the tips of his fingers purpling when there was the slightest chill in the air.

He still touches you gently, if a little more hesitantly, and lets you place your palms against his even if the cold threatens to make your hands numb.

You can tell it bothers him, that the hands you loved so much can't provide the same comfort they used to. But you don’t mind; it’s your job to warm them up, and it's a responsibility you hold above all else.

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irish coworker: *is back from a month in italy*

me: the weather must have been great, you're looking so tanned!

irish coworker: *stares down at his arms, which are a shade of eggshell white i associate with tasteful wedding table settings* i suppose i am!

welsh coworker: *enters room* wow, youre looking so tanned!

ghanaian coworker: *looks around like hes on the truman show*

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You take quiet and slow steps, gently sinking onto the bed. Careful, as to not do more harm than good. "You okay?"

"Mm." Satoru hums, lying on his back with his arm thrown over his eyes. Not in a talking mood, you guessed.

"Need anything?"

A gentle shake of his head.

"Want me to leave you alone?"

Another shake of his head.

You watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the discarded pile of bandages that you could assume were ripped off and thrown to the side with haste.

"What do you want me to do?"

A second. Two. Satoru shifts in place, moving his arm to look at you. His eyes were still brilliant- Bright and blue and tired. So so tired. The tired that sneaks up on you, building up in your lungs and eroding your bones. A weight that he's had to bear for the entirety of his life.

"Oh, toru," you coo, and he opens his arms, signaling for you to come closer. You do, and he does quick work of snuggling himself into your chest, burying himself in you, your scent and your comfort like relief itself. He lets out a deep huff, shoulders going lax yet still tight around you.

You start to pet his hair, and he lets out a sound of protest. "Back." Comes a muffled answer, his face buried comfortably in your shirt. "Please."

You understand easily, this hasn't been the first time he'd let his guard down. The first time the world had got to him, felt too much. You rake your fingers across his back, gently tracing patterns across the broad muscle. Satoru finally lets out a pleased hum, throwing his leg over you in an attempt to hold you closer. Like if he tried hard enough you two would mold into eachother like clay, two perfect pieces fit for one another.

He finds his comfort in you, as you do with him. Running through his veins and dancing in his heart.

A.N. not proofread, i just need to cradle my boy <3

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there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow

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i promise I READ OTHER FANFIC AUTHORS TOO but this is old and i just remembered it after drawing those pennywaynes yesterday. just. leave me be . jason at the klurb with his big brother and his grandma who only he can see á la Dead Man’s Party.

do i even need to tag frowny. they’ll see it

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batman shooting somebody is crazy itself. BUT AT HIS SON?? DIABOLICAL.

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the fact that I’ve actually had this happen multiple times when I’ve entered a new fandom is hilarious like what do you MEAN

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⋆˚✿˖° wife!reader stepping out of the comfort of her air-conditioned home, to check on husband!sukuna, who has been out in the scorching summer heat for god knows how long.

wife!reader who, on her way to scold him for staying out in this heat for so long, freezes in her tracks when she sees a very toned, shirtless , husband!sukuna, who seems to be working on what looks to be a garden.

wife!reader who barely registers the pinks, greens, and purples he’s planted because she’s too busy ogling her hunk of a husband.

husband!sukuna, who smirks when he notices her shamelessly staring.

husband!sukuna, who doesn’t hesitate to carry her back to their shared bedroom—the garden can wait, he thinks, especially when his most delicate flower is moaning so sweetly beneath him. 

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nanami is a man of many talents. he’s dependable, intelligent, emotionally stable, and the proud owner of the strongest jawline in the greater tokyo area.

what he’s not, unfortunately, is good at roleplay.

and neither are you.

which is precisely why you’re standing in your shared apartment at 8:46 p.m. on a thursday night, wearing the world’s cheapest nurse costume from the internet, while nanami sits on the couch in his usual button-down shirt and slacks, blinking up at you like you’re holding him at gunpoint.

“so,” you say, trying not to laugh, “you’re dying. you’ve got… uh… um…���

you look down at the little fake clipboard you scribbled something on earlier.

“severe lack of pussy,” you read off dramatically.

nanami exhales very slowly. “i see.”

you clear your throat and strut toward him with all the confidence of a cat in socks. “but don’t worry. i’m the best in the medical field when it comes to this rare and devastating condition.”

“ah.” nanami shifts slightly, crossing his legs in a very formal way. “and what are your qualifications?”

“well, first of all, i’m hot.”

he nods like that makes perfect sense. “understandable.”

“second of all, my phd stands for pretty huge—”

“darling.”

“—diagnoses.” you grin.

nanami puts his hand over his mouth, turning his head like he’s suppressing a sneeze, but you know better. his shoulders shake a little.

“you’re supposed to be dying,” you scold, slapping his knee lightly.

“i am,” he says, clearing his throat. “tragically. go on.”

you toss the clipboard onto the coffee table and climb onto his lap, straddling him like a very unprofessional nurse. “only one cure, i’m afraid.”

“hm.” his hands find your waist instinctively, thumbs brushing against your sides. “do tell.”

you lean in close, brushing your lips over his jaw, whispering, “intensive pussy therapy.”

nanami sighs deeply. “i’m cured already.”

“no! you have to let the treatment run its full course!”

“how long is the course?”

you pretend to consult your notes. “twelve to fourteen business days.”

“i see. that’s rather long.”

“no, it’s sexy and necessary.”

“my mistake.”

for a second, the scene holds. it’s you on his lap, lips pressed together to keep the laughter in, while nanami tries to wear the serious expression of a man on the brink of death-by-lack-of-intimacy. you even try to grind your hips forward a little, trying to get something going, but then nanami says, in the driest voice imaginable—

“will my insurance cover this?”

you break, you absolutely lose it. your head falls into his shoulder as you laugh so hard you snort, and nanami— your oh so controlled and collected nanami—laughs too. the kind that pulls a little wheeze out of him, the kind you feel in his chest where your hands are pressed.

“this is so stupid,” you giggle, wiping your eyes. “why did we think we could do this?”

“i blame you.”

“i know.” you grin up at him. “but also, you looked up ‘sexy professor glasses’ on your work computer.”

“that’s not true.”

“you left the tab open, baby.”

“i am revoking your internet access.”

“you can’t,” you say, poking his cheek. “i’m the one who cures your condition, remember?”

“ah. right. how could i forget such critical medical care?”

you snort again and kiss him on the cheek, then the nose, then the mouth—soft and silly, both of you smiling too much to keep it serious.

you slide off his lap and curl up beside him instead, tucking your legs under a blanket. he throws an arm around you, warm and comforting.

“do you wanna try again?” you ask. “we could do like, spy and informant. or maybe evil sorcerer and innocent shrine maiden.”

“hm. those sound… advanced.”

“i believe in us.”

nanami hums, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “maybe next time. when i’m not still recovering from…”

you grin. “pussy deficiency?”

“yes. that.”

you laugh again, high and warm, and nanami smiles like you’re the best part of his day. you might suck at roleplay, but you’re both very good at this—being together, being dumb, being happy.

and honestly? that’s more than enough.

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📜welcome to the archives

some of my past works as @/lovelytarou:

"you think i'm pretty?" - sero & kaminari

6:52pm - miya atsumu

12:28am - katsuki

golden skies - kaminari

lovestruck - nanami kento

stress reliver - todoroki shoto

strawberry flavored - sukuna

begging for katsuki's food

nanami and chubby tummies

try again - katsuki

random hcs of underrated hq boys

claimed - choso

a way to a man's heart - rengoku

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i love the phrase "sex pervert" like. as opposed to what? abstinence pervert?

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Cain instinct

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mutuals to go :3 with

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He’s innocent