Having Several TCF Thoughts Atm.

Okay, after listening to thunder bringer on repeat for the past couple of days I can officially say that I now understand all those people that willingly slept with zeus in Greek mythology.

Also, suffering and different beast are fucking awesome. I listened to the whole musical so far during a lesson today and those two stood out to me bc I liked them so much.

Current top 5 epic songs in no particular order:

Thunder bringer

Wouldn't you like

No longer you

Remember them

Open arms

I'd very much like to be blessed by the money snake

Well that looks uncomfortable but each to their own I suppose.

Bout to start writing a time travel fix it fic for epic where some random crew member gets sent back in time after being murked by zeus. His name is Steven-dave and I love him already.

I made a very stupid mistake today. I have a mild garlic allergy where if I eat it I'm going to be in a lot of pain for a couple hours after I've eaten it. The thing is, I fucking love garlic bread. It's objectively the best food to have ever been made and every time I eat it life gets just a bit better until the bad shit kicks in. Now, I ate garlic bread about 11 hours ago (it is currently 4:10 am) and I have been in pain for about three hours now. I'm not saying I regret my decision to eat garlic bread, I'm just saying that I regret something garlic bread flavoured that doesn't have any garlic has been invented yet.

Tldr: I'm allergic to garlic but it's fucking delicious and now I am in pain because I have no self control and I'm probably going to do the same thing in like two weeks

On a scale of 1-10, what is your fav colour of the Alphabet?

Mine is square.

Mine is glome

Doing exams atm whilst also trying to figure out my sexuality and I am exhausted. On the bright side, I'm like 90% confident in terms of my gender identity.

I’m ace, aro and tired

Reblog if you are also LGBT+ and tired

Oh no, the owl's hear to kidnap my family for breaking my 157 day streak

Dick Grayson barely registered the creak of his apartment door as he stumbled in, shoulders sagging under the weight of another grueling night. Three jobs and a patrol shift in Blüdhaven would do that to a guy. He kicked off his boots, dragged himself toward the couch, and froze mid-step.

Someone was already here.

For a split second, instinct had him reaching for the escrima sticks he kept stashed near the door. But then he caught the faintest whiff of something familiar—coffee beans? The expensive kind. And the faint rustle of someone shifting in the dark. He relaxed. Probably one of his siblings. Jason liked breaking in unannounced when he was in a mood, Tim treated locks like they were a mere suggestion, and Damien was Damien.

"Tim, if you're raiding my coffee stash again, at least leave some for me this time," Dick grumbled, flopping onto the couch without bothering to look.

Silence.

"Jason? Did you lose your keys, or are you here to eat all my leftovers again?" He paused. "Duke, if that's you, I—okay, actually, no idea why you'd be brooding in the dark, but it's been a long day, so I'm just gonna roll with it."

The silence stretched on, but Dick was too exhausted to care. Whoever it was, they could wait until morning. "Look, I’m on your side. Or, I will be in the morning when I’ve had some sleep." He yawned, dragging himself up off the couch and toward his bedroom. "I’ll make breakfast. We’ll talk then. Pancakes or eggs, your call. Just...try not to trash the place while I’m out, yeah?"

The figure didn’t move, and Dick didn’t wait for an answer. He fell into bed and passed out almost immediately.

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When Dick woke up, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight streaming through the blinds. The second thing he noticed was the smell of coffee.

He frowned. Coffee? He hadn’t made any.

Dragging himself out of bed, he shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There, on the counter, was a steaming mug of coffee and a note. Beside the note sat a printed receipt and a bag of fresh groceries.

Dick blinked, reaching for the note first. The handwriting was sharp and precise:

> "Not one of your siblings. Sorry for the confusion. Came to deliver a message, but your ‘brotherly’ assumption and hospitality caught me off guard. Your fridge was so pathetic it offended me, so I ordered you groceries. They should last a week. Try to survive the next visit. You seem like a stand-up guy. —K"

He stared at the note, then at the receipt. The assassin—or whoever they were—had bought him eggs, milk, bread, fresh vegetables, and even a few snacks.

Setting the note aside, Dick opened his fridge. Sure enough, it was freshly stocked. His two protein bars and box of expired cereal were still there, now dwarfed by the bounty of fresh food.

He shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. “Only me,” he muttered, sipping the coffee. It was good. Better than what he usually bought.

Dick leaned against the counter, rereading the note. Whoever this “K” was, they clearly didn’t know how to keep things impersonal. And while the whole “message from an assassin” thing was technically alarming, he couldn’t help but feel amused.

“I guess I should be worried,” he mused aloud, glancing at the groceries again. “But hey, at least they care about my nutrition.”

It was the weirdest start to a morning he’d had in a while, but for Dick Grayson, that wasn’t saying much.