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Dick Grayson and his terrible, no-good, completely selfish habit of waking you up when he comes home (to your apartment, even though it’s starting to feel more like his with that empty drawer he filled and his toothbrush sitting beside yours).

It’s never the sound of his boots hitting the floor. Never the creak of the window as he slides in with grace. It’s him. The weight of him. The heat.

The way his lips find the bare skin of your calf, soft and warm from the night air, kissing up to the back of your knee with a sigh, don't you know, he’s been waiting all week to be right here. You stir, faintly, brows twitching in your sleep, but he doesn’t stop. Not when the taste of your skin fills the longing void within him. Not when you smell like home.

The mattress dips under his weight as he crawls in behind you, slow and careful. He’s still in his suit, half-unzipped, exposing the sharp lines of his chest and the thin sheen of sweat clinging to his collarbones. Dark hair messy, windswept from his patrol. His lashes long and fluttering as he leans down to kiss the curve of your spine, barely brushing over the hem of your shirt.

You mumble something, maybe his name. Maybe just a sleepy little hum. Either way, it makes him smile. That boyish, heart-melting grin that never quite fades when he’s with you.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear as he slips an arm around your waist, tugging you into him. You fit like a puzzle piece against his chest, back to chest, his legs tangling with yours as his face buries into the crook of your neck.

He smells like soap and night wind and the faint metallic tinge of his suit, but beneath it all, it’s him. That scent that lingers on your pillowcase even after he’s gone.

“I missed you,” he breathes, plush lips brushing your skin between words. “Only been a week, but it felt like forever.”

His voice is soft and hoarse with exhaustion, but there’s a giddy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he trails kisses across your shoulder. “Wish we lived together already. I’d be good, I swear. Wouldn’t wake you like this.”

(Liar)

Because in the morning, he’ll be worse, whining into your shoulder when you try to get up, draping himself across you like a warm, cozy blanket, blinking up at you through thick lashes and pouting for just one more kiss. Just one more minute.

Sometimes he even fakes sleep just to keep you in bed longer, breathing slow and steady, arm tightening around your waist like he doesn’t really want to let go. And when you cave, when you sigh and snuggle back into him, you swear you catch the smug little smile that curls on his lips.

But what can he say? He’s a fool in love and the bed’s never warm enough without you in it.

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some dumbass posts because i was bored and i guess i have to make up for last week’s post😔

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Banger movie ngl

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Hi, I was an artist in the superbat big bang this year! @superbatbigbang2025

i got to make some fun pieces for @presentmacandcheese 's fic! Childhood friends, imaginary friends, and it's a soulmate AU!

It also features art by @nhyhu and was beta'd by @collywog-5 ! This was so much fun to work on and everyone was great to work with 😊

Read the fic here!

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How to Podfic: A Highly Biased and Incomplete Tutorial

So, a while ago, some of my friends and fellow cast members of the @sansukhpodfic​ asked about how to make and edit podfic on their own. I created this tutorial for them, as a supplement to the resources already posted  by the Sansukh mods. In the wake of the most recent @auralphonic​ episode asking for technical advice on podficcing in Audacity, I thought I would polish this up and post it. This tutorial explains how, once you have permission to record a story, you go about turning it into a podfic using Audacity. It focuses on technical and logistical details, rather than artistic advice, and is cobbled together from my own experience, my knowledge of the mathematics behind signal analysis, and other people’s tutorials. There’s lots of communities and resources out there that give advice on the artistic side (Auralphonic, for example, has an episode for newbies), which I recommend checking out.

Disclaimer: There is no one standard method of doing this! This is the method I have found gives me the best results, personally, but there may be better ways to do this. I strongly recommend checking out other resources for comparison.

Keep reading

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New 'Bootcamp' boyband.

According to sources a new boyband has been formed at Bootcamp with 5 solo contestants thought to be more promising as a group.

The boyband made up of auditionees: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik

(Liam being one of this years re-auditonee’s) The boyband are yet unamed.

Previous groups formed at Bootcamp have usually been doomed from the start and although usually making it through to the live shows don’t go much further. Futureproof, Hope and Miss Frank to name the most well known,

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so turns out the batfam has accidentally and unknowingly been going viral, and not in the way you’d expect. Nope, their names aren’t even attached to it. Whose fault is this, you might ask? Bruce. Bruce, who has a social media page devoted entirely to shit his children do, and no one realizes that said children are Gotham’s princes and princesses.

Damian paints his room. He spends over two weeks on the murals. Bruce, walking in to ask Damian about patrol, snatches a couple pictures before he leaves and absently posts them. Within the week they’ve gone viral and people are asking for commissions, but Bruce never answers.

Jason’s been annotating his copy of pride and prejudice so hard that there’s more handwriting in the margins than actual text. Bruce thought it was adorable, so he posted a page. There are now literary professors asking if his son has been to college and if he would like to.

Steph and Cas wrote their own song on a dare from Dick. Bruce posts a short audio clip of it and his secretary has to rush to copyright it because people are using it as audio in All The Videos

Bruce doesn’t even realize what’s happening, really. He posts is ���cause he’s proud, then pretty much doesn’t check the page again. It’s more a blog to him than anything else. He has no idea that he’s become almost an internet celebrity/cryptid. There are Reddit forums dedicated to the “dad with way too many fucking skilled children”. Some people say that there’s no way he has this many kids who are so good at things. Some people think he’s just one really crafty person posting a bunch of his own stuff and claiming to be a proud dad.

Tim Drake, resident Reddit Addict, is LOVING it.

Jason: *lugging a body down the street* dammit, someone took a pic back there. Fuck, this is NOT what I want to go viral for Tim: so being a Jane Austen fangirl was the better option? Jason: *trips* what—

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Duke: I am not gonna answer that.

Jason: Oh come on! Just pick one. Between Dick, Tim, Cass, and Damian: if you had to- if you had to- who would you punch?

Duke: No one, they are my family. I wouldn't punch any of them.

Jason: Tim?

Duke: ... Yeah, but I don't know why.

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Denki ⚡️

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Clark is like one of those therapy dogs who can just detect sadness in people.

He's been able to do it for as long as he can remember. As a kid, he could just inexplicably feel when his pa was stressing about bills, or when his ma was upset about burning the Christmas pecan pie.

So when Clark starts working with Batman regularly, he damn near falls out of the sky, because gadzooks, this man needs help. Batman is almost perpetually oozing the silent signs of depression. Clearly, he needs a buddy. A pal. Someone to hover super close to him until he starts to feel better.

Bruce is constantly wondering why the hell Clark feels the need to press against his back instead of just standing a few feet behind him like a normal person. He never quite figures out that Clark (again, like a therapy dog) is trying to regulate his nervous system with warm and friendly physical contact.

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it doesn’t have to be good it just has to be done

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So we definitely need more positive representation of DID, but you know what would be funny? Mildly inconvenient representation of DID.

Oh the world is ending and you need to know about this one specific thing? Yeah I have a guy for that but he doesn't feel like fronting right now

Sorry what's happening rn is this the bad guy? Yeah I just switched in idk what's going on

I know you're dating one alter but we're currently co-con with another alter who hates you so idk how I'm feeling rn

And just who do i think I am? It's funny you should ask that I actually don't know right now

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jason todd is not fit for hookup culture nor will a friends with benefits situation work because once you’re in his bed, you’re in his bed.

when he sees you getting up from your side of bed he doesn’t even think, he just wraps a arm around your waist to pull you back into the sheets.

“jay… I need to find my clothes so i can like, do things.” you whined.

jason just yawned. “well, i don’t plan on releasing you from my grip so you’ll just have to suck it up and lay back the fuck down huh?” saying it with some grogginess in his voice but he sounded so certain.

he knew you’d just huff and lay back in bed with him and cuddle in the big blanket.

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if u make clark kent say soda you are grossly mischaracterizing him and i wont stand for it

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bats forget how flexible the average person can be

+ bonus under the cut!

one of these days im gonna learn to be normal about them… but not today!

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Jason: *touches garlic while making pasta* Jason: Jason: fuck, I meant to do that with gloves on Steph: *watching* why? Jason: now dick’s gonna refuse to be in a room with me for the next week. He’s got a fuckin’ ridiculous sense of smell Steph: surely— dick: *walks in* Jason: Steph: dick: *walks back out* Steph: damn, okay

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I MDNI 18+

Jason prides himself in knowing he managed to snag the heart of the sweetest girl in Gotham. You’re always so soft with him, so kind. When he sneaks into your place early in the morning and wakes you from your sleep, you don’t scold him for it. Instead, you blink away the sandstorm behind your eyes and tend to the new bruise forming alongside his jaw. You ask no questions, you never push him for answers- and you’ll never know how much he appreciates it. Appreciates you.

Before he found you, Jason rarely slept a full night if he could help it. Too anxious, too angry, he rarely woke feeling well rested anyway- so what was the point. But your hands, soft and understanding, handle him in a way that has his eyes fluttering against his will, and sleep finds his easily. You’ve been nothing but patient with him the entirety of your relationship. His sweet girl. So, in his own ways of many, he does what he can to return the favour.

You’ve learned early on that Jason has a scarily accurate way of knowing when you’re upset. Call it sixth sense, call it boyfriend intuition, maybe it’s his really good people-reading skills. You just don’t know how he does it. Some nights when you’re frustrated because you can’t sleep, you lay on your back and weep softly- careful to not disturb him. But it’s no use. When he awakes, he’ll take you in his arms, tuck your head under his chin and rock you gently. Back and forth, quieting your cries until you’re finally lulled to sleep. He just knows his baby. He knows what you need even before you do, he loves quietly like this.

But there are nights when you need to not think. Nights when your thoughts are little mean, telling you not so kind words. And maybe you start to believe them a little bit. So when you push through the front door of your apartment, he’s already there- standing big and strong in your kitchen. Waiting like he knew, because he did. In these moments, he doesn’t have to ask. To anyone else, you look like you just had a long day- but he knows you. He knows his sweet girl. So he takes one look at you and knows exactly what you need.

Which is how you find yourself like this, splayed out beneath this 6 foot brute of a man. Completely surrounded by him. Large hands moving up your hips to gently push you further into the mattress as he lays his full weight on top of you- he’s everywhere. Usually, you’d feel overwhelmed but this is exactly what you needed. And he begins to move, the slow drag of his cock already has you burying your face into the pillow, tears prickling your eyes. It’s so good, so so good. You’re so full and he’s panting in your ear, “yeah baby, I know.. I know- it’s good, huh?”

At some point, it becomes a bit too much. He can’t help it, just wants you feeling good again. He’s fucked you through your third orgasm before you’re reaching a hand back to push at his abdomen, wordlessly pleading “too deep, please”. You need to catch your breath, but as much as he is soft and compliant for you, Jason knows you need this. And a selfish part of him needs you too. So he gets a bit mean when he’s whispering, “I know it’s deep, hun. Let me fuck you, just like that.” And “No, baby. You can take it.” You know it’s no use putting up a fight, once he sets his mind on something- he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. He gets this tunnel like vision in moments like these. All he can see is you, you, you. So instead, you reach back around to play with the soft wisps of hair at the back of his neck.

Fingers lightly scratching at his scalp, he buries his face in your neck and purrs. Cold nose pressed to the underside of your jaw- such a contrast to how he’s fucking you. But it’s all worth it when you turn your head and press a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist. His sweet girl.