I Don’t WANT A Career. I Want To Cuddle And Sleep And Eat And Read And Create And Love And Be Loved.

it's so funny getting into tma after all the episodes came out but BEFORE tmp because i'm so used to being able to binge listen to this gay little horror podcast but now you're telling me i have to WAIT? what the fuck this is torture

"save me, substance abuse!" i cry. before you can moralize to me about the dangers of addiction, a noble and powerful steed gallops into the room - my horse whom i have named "substance abuse". you learn an important lesson about making assumptions. i snort a line off its back

prettiest girl at the party

Damian: Wheres Grayson?

Jason: He's probably upstairs combing his hair so "he'll be the prettiest girl at the party"

Dick upstairs: Im gonna be the prettiest girl at the party :)

luigi mangione, the SUSPECTED (innocent until proven guilty) united healthcare shooter, has been charged with terrorism. that’s right. a man who supposedly shot ONE SINGLE PERSON is being charged with terrorism. because in america, billionaires lives matter enough that a SINGLE rich man’s death is considered a terrorist act against this country. think about that.

this actually sounds like it'd be so fun to write tbh. itd be the perfect opportunity for a fairly well balanced angst/crack fic

Au where Jason is under the impression Talia told Bruce Jason was alive and just moves back to Gotham to get back to the life he missed. GED, college, part time job, etc. Runs into one of the bats at a coffee shop one day and is confused why they just fainted

bok bok bok bok baaawk 🐔

hate when people are like "trust your gut! listen to your intuition!" like okay well my gut is telling me every person i lay eyes on is hunting me for sport and my intuition is saying i should find a secluded cave and live there forever so what do you suggest i do with that information

give battinson a robin and have it be stephanie brown