nothing that a haircut and a wardrobe update and a detox and a sex change and a fake ID and getting medicated and selling all my stuff and faking my death and moving country can't fix
its binge watch gory horror movies night đź‘»!!
The buddy system exists for a reason
If you see two vigilantes having sex on a rooftop, do NOT take the opportunity to sneak up on them
Riddler is a little bit gay for Batman
Joker is a little bit gay for Batman
Catwoman is a little bit gay for Batman
Two-Face and Batman are divorced
Azrael is a little bit gay for Batman
Working for Penguin has the best benefits and he is the least likely to kill his own employees
Do NOT call him Penguin to his face
If they wear a cape, they have a praise kink. This can be exploited.
Be careful taking work from anyone with a doctorate. That maniac willingly went through graduate school
Don't forget to look up
Oh, you mutt....*sighs longingly*
that's the main thing 🙂‍↕️🥰
Today in the shower I was thinking about how absolutely insane soap would be in a sleeping beauty scenario
Meeting you at the celebration of your birth, when he’s just a little boy himself. Markedly unimpressed. And yet, when you’re spirited away to live with your fairies— he feels strangely robbed.
He chases a fulfillment that cannot come to pass. A soldier in many battles, many quests under his belt, all in pursuit of purpose. A stray arrow tucks itself into his skull, and the emptiness grows more cavernous and hungry.
Then, to see a gorgeous thing like you dancing with his cloak, reflected crisp and clear in the pond water of the glen… he’s just a man. Maybe something less, actually. But even if he is a beast, doesn’t he deserve to live?
He delights in how you nearly scream when he pulls you against him.
“Ah’m no stranger, bonnie. Ye said yerself, nae? We met before— jus’ in yer dreams, hen.”
He has half a mind (in more ways than one) to pin you to the forest floor against your precious wildflowers and ravage you senseless, but he’s able to restrain himself when you say you want to see him again. Tomorrow, in the same place. He likes this little game of courting— the wait is bitter, but the fruit is sweet, isn’t it?
And he felt it, when he was with you. The pinpricks of a doll maker’s needle gliding between his ribs. Suturing the tear left in his chest. He’s done being rearranged inside. He’s ready to be put back together.
Thus, the lengths to which he goes to find you. The thorns that bruise and tear, the dracofire scorching his shield.
He’s going to kiss the sleeping princess if it’s the last thing he does.
god's tiniest dickbin (batman & robin: year one #1)
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
doodling a bunny vs doodling a hare
this is what i mean when i type đź‘€ btw