#and yet I trudge on

[redhotarsenic]

Doing an attack on the person who drew j’ihwu and aghghh the detail work I’ve been doing for the past threeish hours straight

[ruporas]

your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)

[drumlincountry]

Every summer* I get paid money to walk around in some of the most breathtaking & iconic parts of the Irish landscape and I can't show you ANY photos because I would be sooooooooooooooo doxxable. There's breathtaking beauty out there I prommy.

[bunnihearted]

i constantly feel like im going fucking insane bc the world is ending but NOBODY FUCKING CARES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nobody talks abt it!!!!!!

[rivilu]

disjointed fandom posting sorry but it just hit me that pwotr is like. the only rpg where a companion never once left my team

[cupiidzbow]

preorders for the new w@/rioware game are available 3 days after I get the other game . ur doing some cocomelon shit to me

[dragonomatopoeia]

i was upset that my copay for my meds was way more than usual but i was willing to deal with it and then call my insurance about it. however. upon getting home and unwrapping my prize i have discovered the reason is that this is the wrong prescription

[tauntedperfume]

On my period and in major pain both mentally and physically, running on sugar and spite, but when i put symphony no.4 in A major, op. 90,MEV N16 “italian”:I. Allegro vivace everything bad ever melted away :)

[critterbutt]

when i was a kid and and my dad was a preacher, i did a lot of weird thinking about god and the events in the bible but the one that always stuck with me was when i 'figured out' god was a gryphon

here's where my head was at. we went to heaven and got wings, yeah? and we were made in his image. but that doesn't necessarily mean we look EXACTLY the same, our design was just inspired by his form

noses? beaks. hands? bird claws. feet? lion hind legs and paws. teeth, claws, manes. we get to heaven, we get wings. so god is a gryphon. i miss the shit my kid brain came up with

[mudstoneabyss]

hatee how certain neurodivergent people will talk about apathy like it's a neurotypical thing and the societal ideal. like it's not 1. demonized 2. awful to experience

[m0e-ru]

ohh you guys i want to talk to you while i have the time ohh im jumping around the station knocking over fire extinguishers and fuel displays

[gibbearish]

man i keep getting distracted i was in the middle of playing terraria

[wandering-einheri]

I'm just so tired all the damn time nowadays

[rottysphere]

forgot about my tumblr because of college..... I shall be back when I have conquered my assignments and post-orientation sickness

[mostly-imagines]

Banished

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason misses his girlfriend

warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)

Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.

Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes and Tim sits atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.

Damian trudges past them to the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.

He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”

Jason just grunts.

He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.

It’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He wouldn’t mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stay behind. A lose-lose for Jason.

“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out.” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.

Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”

Jason kept his head down as he blindly reached for the spoon in his cereal and chucked it at Tim’s head.

Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s gotta work.” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.

Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”

“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think.” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.

Damian pauses.

“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.

“Watch your mouth.” Jason mumbles.

“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.

Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”

It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.

Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.

He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.

Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.

He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.

And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.

And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.

Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.

But you could.

Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.

He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.

He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.

And he watches Jason.

As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.

He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.

He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.

The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.

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[leatherbookmark]

there are lots of japanese compilation videos for atz and i'm like weehee language practice! language practice MY ASS everything is too fast for me to read let alone understand :(