I saw a post that was 'we know Jason Todd is a fanfic author, but what if Dick Greyson was ALSO a fanfic author and also ghost wrote endings to Jason's Fics when he died as a coping mechanism' the other day, and I can't find it now but I would like to add:
Dick waking up the morning after one of the big Fanfiction Purges and finding out all his dead brother's fics were deleted with no backup to speak of.
This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.
Updated my fic and immediately started refreshing the page for comments. I didn't even add a chapter so it's not on the front of the page, like. You'd have to go looking for it to find it. But here I am, a fool. Looking for validation in an abandoned parking lot.
Women are getting rid of their Trump supporting partners while they still legally can since they clearly don't give a shit about them or any other woman.
If you're thinking about getting a divorce, you should do it while you still can.
The tragic irony of Dr. Strange is that anyone of the procedures he undertook to fix his hands could have worked, if he was the one operating.
Friendly reminder that if I haven’t answered your ask the same day, it means either:
I want to treasure that ask forever
I dont feel up to social interaction
I didnt have time, and ended up forgetting about it
What it does NOT mean:
I dont like getting asks
You’re bothering me by sending asks
it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore
I need some tags on this post cause what??? Are you talking about?????
imagine being fourteen and watch your big sister sacrifice herself for you in a violent death and then later have to see her every single day because her friends use a lifelike robot that looks exactly like her to make sandwiches??? and this robotic ghost hugs you and calls you sister?? dawn was not nearly annoying enough she deserved to scream every day
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time. Credit to Teaableu for my icon!!!!!!!
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