Cassandra managed to have both mummy issues and daddy issues, with two separate sets of parents, every issue completely unique and different from the others...
She's really the best
IS THAT HYPERPIGMENTATION???
i do think it’s funny how cass’s parental issues are so insane that shiva wasn’t even involved in her life until she was an adult and was literally challenging her to death matches and Actually Killed Her Once but david has set the bar so fucking low that shiva still wins the better bio parent award on account of Not Showing Up
Billy is just tumbling through the sky screaming while Freddy is on the ground recording him and can’t stop laughing
Billy hasn’t quiteeee mastered flying in his regular human form yet☁️
(Continuation of my last post ⬇️)
Ive seen this be done a few times, but I want more of it so I’m spreading the word.
Petition to introduce the trope of cuddle pollen. Like sex pollen but way more wholesome. Imagine your touch starved fave getting all the cuddles.
Isn't it funny how every fandom revolving around the most horrifying and angst ridden concepts and themes have the cutest fan art of them just being happy for once and every fandom revolving around the most heartwarming and soft themes have that one corner that's filled with people obsessed with the miniscule amount of angst they can get their hands on , I love it, they just make it a different genre so it can be all incompassing
Stop making Captain Marvel stupid. He’s silly not stupid. Say it with me: Silly not stupid
I think this perfectly shows what two thirds of Billy Batson-centric fanfics are
Gibving Billy a tummy ache because I have one and it’s lonely in ouchie tummy ville
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Billly: ouwch I have a tummy ache
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Tgis conclides my wonderful fanfiction, I hope you enjoured
You just know Stephanie is every supervillain in Gotham's least favorite Bat to fight. Half because she never shuts the hell up and half because every last one of them went through a phase of assuming she was the least threatening of the Bats until they actually went up against her and took a sledgehammer to the kneecaps. Whenever new blood turns up to Gotham looking to make a name for themselves the veteran rogues give them the same orientation speech. Do not let the wisecracking fool you, the blonde one is fucking crazy.
Through gaps in my bounds, for what's forbidden tastes so divine an itch creeps on my fingers. Scratching through the prickliness, the crimson liquid seeping through the wounds, I continue to feed into the itchiness, dried flakes of my skin spreading through the air like dust. Here is by my divine punishment for eating my forbidden fruits.
She/HerAutistic, queer, and (according to all the unfinished fics in my docs) an aspiring fanfic author!
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