How does Jason not have body dysmorphia? I mean, when he died he was a 4’6 and barely 100 pounds, and then the Lazarus pit gave him a crazy transformation of an added 18 inches of height and additional 130-ish pounds. Like how does he not feel like a stranger in his own skin? I was just thinking earlier how Jason really would relate to Metamorphosis by Franz Kafta with the way that he probably didn’t recognize himself in the mirror after waking up from the pits, along with the onslaught of negative emotions flooding his head - feeling like a monster just like Gregor Samsa had - anyway this has been stuck in my head and needed to get out.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
this is it. this is the funniest scooby doo clip
Shane is a little protective of his aunt.
I have a little headcanon living in my brain but i cannot write so i will leave it to you people…
Basically at some point one of the batkids find a photo album in some old storage elsewhere in the manor.
They obviously decide to open it, family bonding all that jazz.
But the pictures are clearly pre-Bruce, Thomas and Martha on dates, pictures in the manor gardens, Polaroids and photo booth strips of themselves stuck in.
All very cutesy.
And then Alfred is there, polaroids of him in the kitchen, dancing with Martha, gardening with Thomas, frowning at the camera as he sits in the library.
But then slowly the photos are getting more intimate, Thomas and Alfred with their cheeks pressed together grinning at the camera with lipstick stains on their faces, Martha laying against Thomas’ chest in the bedroom, Thomas’ head in Alfreds lap.
They cant stop turning the pages, more and more throuple-y adorable photos, finally one with Thomas and Martha on either side of Alfreds cheeks, in marker underneath ‘our Alfie’.
Obviously its chaos, blah, blah, blah i think theres a fic in there somewhere
“I don’t understand Hannibal Lecter” k well if the love of my life tracked me down in europe and smiled at me in front of my favorite painting and said he wanted to understand me and that he defined past vs future as before me and after me and talked about how we couldn’t survive separation and then after I saved both of our lives from insane ass mason verger and I carried him bridal style through the cold winter night only for the next day to have him BREAK UP WITH ME and say he didn’t want to think about me anymore…yeah I'd turn myself in too.
i feel bad for bigender people, the commute between Jupiter and college has got to be rough
has this been done already
bruce: i noticed that my vodka supply was dwindling and confronted jason (23) and tim (17), who pointed the finger at damian (14), who guiltily confessed to making penne allá vodka “several times” over the last month
bruce: of course i didn’t believe him, until i watched him execute it flawlessly. i guess it’s a tiktok thing?
While is still winter💦, here are some of the pieces I did for the drarry zine @hdwickedwixen . I'm happy I could take part in such a fun project!💕
Probably i'll post later my other pieces :3