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i live here now

new blog! previously @notstars-doors

shall be following all my lovelies as quickly as i can

if u want to continue watching me fumble through existence, this is where you can find me now <3

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moving in soon!

i live here now

new blog! previously @notstars-doors

shall be following all my lovelies as quickly as i can

if u want to continue watching me fumble through existence, this is where you can find me now <3

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why is the birdflash tag so full of batcest??

the dickwally tag is safer but..... jesus can y’all let me rest

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people can make you feel terrible about having your own space and thriving in solitude but do y’all remember when fiona apple said “i hardly ever leave my house or my neighbourhood, and it’s not a sad thing…i have got my handful of people and places, and that’s really enough for me ”

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be nice to autistic people, especially autistic teens, who talk ‘weird.’ like talking in unfinished, choppy simple sentences, or poetically and vaguely, or like their favorite characters do, or punctuating every sentence with an odd sound, or as if they’re some all-powerful being with special powers, or completely in vine references. just because you aren’t used to it or it sounds funny or anything doesn’t mean they don’t deserve the same respect as anybody else. we’re just communicating in the most comfortable way that we can, so if you make fun of autistic people who talk like anime characters or something, fuck you

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Me: I need a library card, but I just moved so I don’t have an ID with my address or any mail with it.

Librarian: -slides me a blank library postcard- Write your address on this like it would be mailed to you.

Me: Sure?

Librarian: -takes it back- Great! Now we have mail with your address on it!

Me: …does it really work that way?

Librarian: the rules don’t say it DOESN’T work that way. Here’s your new library card!

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I think one of the greatest realizations I ever made was that I didn't have to choose between masculinity and femininity

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“why bother writing bisexual characters if they just end up in a m/f relationship”

my dude

my guy

my pal

stop talking forever

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When i was a kid my mom and i had a code word to let her know when i needed her to say no. For instance if a kid at school asked me to come over and stay the night but i really didnt want to, id call my mama and ask her, and then end it with “please, Mom?” I never call my mama Mom, just Mama or Moomoo, so she would know immediately to say that I was grounded or had too much homework or some other bullshit. We also had a system the other way around, so if i called her to see how her date was going and she needed an out, she would call me babydoll and id tell her i heard scary noises and was frightened and needed her to come home or something. Anyways, my point is that every family should hqve a system of codes to keep them safe. Go do that.

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Wow it’s almost like the oversexualisation of queerness is one of the reasons why asexuals, non-binary folks and aromantics are not seen as queer enough to be part of the community

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I've just now found out about the amazing Autumn Peltier. She deserves so much more coverage than i've seen.

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Duke settled down onto the couch, a large bowl of cereal in his lap. It was nice to finally have some free-time to relax in. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the momentary peace and quiet that was so rare in the manor.

He was, of course, interrupted by a sudden clatter as somebody stumbled through the doorway. Duke jerked back, instinctually spitting out a curse as his hands shot out to steady his cereal. He glanced up at the culprit in irritation, only to have the frown slip off of his face. Bruce stared down at him, looking vaguely distressed. His reading glasses were perched on the top of his head, his hair a mess, his eyes tired…he was just in a generally disheveled state. Behind him, Tim and Jason staggered in, both grinning like kids on Christmas.

Duke blinked slowly. “Uh….hey?” He greeted, unsure. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Have you seen my glasses?” He asked tiredly.

Duke stared at him. He glanced at the glasses on his head. Then at him. Then back at the glasses. The sounds of Tim’s wheezing and Jason snorting were all that could be heard. Duke met Bruce’s gaze.

“Nope.” He said firmly. He took a well-deserved bite of his cereal. Bruce deflated. Jason crumpled to the ground, not even making a sound anymore, just shaking with laughter. Tim’s cackling reached a mighty crescendo.

Bruce sighed and left the way he came, stepping over and around his sons as he dejectedly went to find a kid that would tell him what was going on.

Duke filed the experience away for his mental Top 10 Bruce Wayne Dumbass Moments.

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I am convinced that Bruce Wayne dies of old age. Not on patrol, not in some disaster or crime spree or brutal accident, but peacefully, at the Manor, in his own bed. He gets to be happy. He gets to be at peace. He gets to live a long life—80s or even 90s maybe. It’ll still be a surprise when he dies. Death always is a shock, even when you know it’s coming.

The only person who won’t be surprised by the call is Clark. Which isn’t to say he won’t be surprised at all, just at a different time. Clark will be the one who wakes up in the middle of the night. He won’t know why at first, the way few of us do when roused from a sound sleep by nothing at all.

And it really will be nothing. Clark will stare into the dark, thinking, listening, and realize the world has gone silent. The white noise at the edge of his hearing, his subtle companion for decades, has ceased.

Bruce Wayne’s heart has stopped beating.

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a little comic about kisses and curses. happy halloween!

(all my comics are here!)

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steven universe gets a lot of shit and ive only seen one season so who am i to say? maybe it deserves it.

but today i was babysitting a little girl for the first time and she asked me the question i fear the most “are you a boy or a girl?” i launched into the usual “y’know im not really any of those” and was prepared for the worst but she just nodded and said “so youre like stevonnie!” and immediately moved on.

so like. thank u miss rebecca sugar i owe you my life ma’am.

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Okay so imagine jack and bitty are out on a date and bitty’s wearing a backwards baseball cap

And they bicker about something so bitty turns his hat around so jack can’t kiss him

Jack: :((( bitty please Bitty: admit that raspberry jam is superior to strawberry