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me when y/n has zero personality, can’t do anything for herself, exists solely for the guy, and is the human embodiment of “pick me”

alright babe… get your man ig 💀

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‼️ Urgent and Very Important ‼️

Vetted by gaza-evacuation-fund click here

Hello my friends, I am in desperate need of your help. GoFundMe deleted my campaign after it stopped for over 5 months without any reason mentioned...

I lost around 35,000 of a total of48,000, and now they are going to refund the donations to the donors. That's why I am urgently asking for your help and donations through the new link...

We are going through very tough days and extremely bad situations. We are witnessing famine everywhere, so please, if you can donate or share, don’t stop 💔💔🙏

Please donate and share🙏

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The fact that animals that care for their young will sometimes adopt others' lost or orphaned young to raise along their own is just funny to me. I know that it's all hormonal and there's no conscious thought involved in it, but the internal logic of it is so funny.

"Baby = success. More baby = more success. I have one baby and I found four other baby. I have five baby. I am being so fucking successful right now."

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Everytime you realise your favourite fictional character is... fictional.

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about to go through something, not sure what it is yet

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possession horror where the thing possessing the autistic character causes them to behave in a more neurotypical way. autistic possession horror where the thing inside you is easier to communicate with than you are, the thing inside you doesn’t have a flat affect, the thing inside you doesn’t let your body stim, the thing inside you is how you were told to behave and you can only do it when you are no longer you. autistic possession horror where you will never forget that everyone liked it better than you before they found out something was controlling you. autistic possession horror where they know what’s inside you isn’t you and debate whether it would be easier for everyone to leave you like this anyway. you agree. reblog.

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Stamps for people with original characters :3

Share your ocs in comments or reblogs if you want, I like seeing them :D

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Sit in your parent’s lap like you did when you were a kid

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I’m genuinely confused and disturbed by how many inc*st fanfics are on this platform like huh?!? It’s mostly the fact people aren’t even forced to write ts. They just want to out of pure enjoyment 😃 Like I understand people have ways to cope with trauma but making fanfics of different characters to be your sibling just so you can sexualize it, is fucking insane. Clearly therapy is NEEDED and a long self reflection. It’s weirdo behavior and people who romanticize it are mentally disturbed! And don’t get me started on people who take two related characters and make fanfics for them…..🫩💔 okay rant over

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Perfect Night

ღ summary: Bruce is late for patrol. Damian doesn't have the patience of a saint.

ღ pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

ღ warnings: Damian. (<3)

"Father. Wake up."

If anyone were to see a child dressed in a Robin costume squatting on their headboard in the dead of night, staring at their sleeping figure with unnatural silence, they'd probably freak. But not you or Bruce, who's lovingly laid in each other's arms with years worth of experiences under your belt.

Bruce had fallen fast asleep after coming home from Wayne Enterprises, careless with his attire which was still simply strewn messily on a hanger by the closet. He was only dressed in his boxers, one heavy arm slung over your waist while the other pillowed his head, your own tucked right under his chin. The absence of the usual hardness present on his face made him look peaceful, relaxed. His mouth was opened slightly, soft breathes puffing out a steady rhythm. If you were awake right now you’d have your phone out to take a picture.

Usually the vigilante is quite punctual with his schedule, but it had been a tough week for him. One which included not one but two galas, a criminal breakout from Arkham and one nasty visit from the Joker.

You recall him muttering something about "resting his eyes for a bit" before patrol, but it feels like age is catching up to him because he's well passed out beside you without a care in the world.

Damian must've been too impatient to let the man bring himself down the cave, so he resolved it by approaching his father himself.

But of course, Damian couldn't just wake him up normally. The young boy was bent down right onto Bruce's face, gloved fingers physically prying apart the older man's eyelids to show a peek of blue underneath. And Bruce with his killer instincts,—even when half-conscious—snapped right up at the intrusion, only relaxing slightly when he was greeted by Damian's masked face. Naturally, he sported an irritated face, as if his father had inconvenienced him by being asleep.

Another perfectly normal night at the Wayne household.

"Come on, let's go, patrol time. The streets are waiting." Damian insisted, still with his fingers all up in Bruce's eye. The older man blinked out into the darkness of his bedroom, making shape of blurry dark eyes, nostrils sticking out and a pair of eyebrows that looked like his own.

Damian was practically vibrating with energy, Titus panting heavily on the side of the bed as if mimicking his owner. He was always like this ever since he took the mantle of Robin. The first to be up for patrol, the first to stand in the Batcave with full gear on. Always so eager to be the one fighting crime. He had that same thirst for justice like all your other kids did.

Bruce let out a low grumble, sighing deeply as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He remembered the weight of you in his arms and peeled you off gently, keeping an eye on your face to make sure none of this ruckus awoke you from your well-deserved slumber. He would much rather stay with you in the very expensive sheets he exclusively bought for the master bedroom, but he equally wouldn't let Damian run around Gotham alone. Despite whatever reason he came up with each week to go out as vigilante alone, Damian is his son before he is Robin. No amount of training and Assassin 101s could take away the fact that Gotham doesn't discriminate when it comes to showing no mercy.

So with a resigned sigh, he ran a hand through his tussled dark hair, the motion doing absolutely nothing to tame the mess. Without even looking, he reached his left arm out to point at the door, muttering a tired but firm, "Cave."

Damian leaped from the wooden headboard, yellow cape bellowing behind him and landing with a sound thud. Though he was light on his feet, Bruce still whipped his head around to warn him sternly, mindful of his sleeping wife beside him.

"Quietly, Damian. Don't wake your mother up."

He was just about to check on you when he noticed the dog not hot on its heels behind Damian, followed by the quiet croak of your voice.

"Dami?" You stirred, hearing muffled voices of what you could guess as your husband and son.

Well, neither Bruce nor Damian woke you up, because Titus was already in front of you, panting and licking your cheek.

Even if usually well-behaved, the Great Dane had a certain affection for you. You and Alfred, aside from his owner, were the two people constantly around him around since he was a small puppy. Especially when the boys were out doing their nocturnal activities, the two of you would feed him treats and play with him.

Before you could turn around to confirm who the voices belonged to, you felt the heat of pants right in front of your face. One that suspiciously smelled like beef and dog treats. Titus seemed to respond even more eagerly seeing that you were awake, pushing his head onto yours as he sniffed the hand that laid in front of you. "Oh hello Titus.."

Damian, like the good son he is, stopped right in his tracks and immediately responded to your call. He zoomed past to your side of the bed, bending down to your level when you reached a hand out.

"Ummi." He greeted, melting under your palm on his head. You smiled sleepily at your boy. Despite the darkness tempting to swallow you back up into sweet dreams, you could still make out the bright green of his eye mask and the silhouette of his spiky hair. And especially the special lift at the corner of his lips that only showed when you showered him with affection—like he was proud to be noticed by you. You love him so much. He's just like a little cat.

A stubborn, homicidal little cat.

As much of a heartwarming scene this was, Bruce could tell that you were nearly fully awake. It wasn't helping that Titus was getting louder with his excitement, pawing the floor while his collar rustled loudly. Even if his life felt a hundred times better when you waited up for him to come home, he didn't like when you skipped out on resting time.

He needed Damian and Titus out of the room stat, but it didn't seem like the former noticed, too busy being fawned on by his mother.

Bruce stared down at his son with just enough intensity that Damian could feel a definite weight on the side of his face. When he turned, they engaged in a staring contest when Damian started fighting back with defiance. Prideful little thing. Once he finally piped down with a quiet "tt" (which Bruce couldn't bother to scold him for), the man jerked his head to signal for Robin to leave for the cave.

Damian for once, happily obliged Bruce's command.

He didn't forget to give your hand a squeeze before he left, getting up with a newfound vigor as Titus bounded behind him.

Immediately the older man leaned forward to settle his weight next to you, one bare arm finding the strewn duvet to cover your body before softly landing beside your shoulder.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart. We're leaving for patrol." He whispered gently, closing in on your face to nose at your cheek.

You were already back on your side at this point, sleep starting to set back in once the room quieted down. When you felt his breath on your cheek, you lazily reached a hand to land on the side of his stubbled face and gave it a soft pat. "Oh.. okay. Be careful. Love you both."

Bruce felt your arm slacken and smiled at the way your voice trailed off into small breathes. Cute. He lifted his left hand to take your palm off his face, pressing a small kiss to the center before doing the same to your temple. He took the chance to pause and breathe in the moment, staring at you with deep, unabashed love. With reverence. As if the mere sight of you slumbering could solve all the problems of this world and fight the darkness that plagued it.

He placed one more soft kiss to your cheek, promising his and Damian's safe return before he got up from the bed, knees cracking in a weak protest.

"We love you too."

And off he goes, Gotham University shirt only halfway on, trudging behind his eager son to go fight crime while his wife slept soundly at home. Maybe not a normal one, but it was a perfect night at the Wayne household.

CHAT WE LIVE FROM GOTHAM CITY. Thought this comic scene was really cute!

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