Red Star

You give it We take it You build it We break it You sign and we erase it You feel it We fake it

[hxllowedout]

airport security: sir please empty your pockets

me: ok *begins pulling out hundreds of knives*

airport security: is that all sir

me: *continues to pull out knives*

airport security: sir

[greelin]

was going to say “at least i’m a better person than my father” but that’s? such a low bar, really? but it’s also not a lie, technically, so. better person than my father! at least. just casually stepping over that nearly-on-the-floor bar

[arsuf]

– B-Batman… 

– Don’t you wish.

[illustrates]

character roulette continued

everyone’s got a favorite Robin.  (two versions of this one because I think I actually like the sketch better, whoops.)

[m-alejandrita]

Drawing Jason is so much fun!^^

[foreverlostinliterature]

[wetdirtandearth]

my aesthetic: pretending to be emotionally unavailable and detached while secretly obsessing over everything

[loudbpdxoxo-deactivated20240909]

thanks wolf pupy

[apagewithaview]

Starting to organize my classics…

[goblinromp-deactivated20240519]

 I’m in love with this boy

[gloriouscaps]

[springstrapped-archive-deactiva]

having a problematic muse like 

[kiki-khan]

you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied.

[ridingred]

There’s a momentary pause in which he thinks this might be a problem–maybe. Usually it isn’t and even if it was, Jason doesn’t think he’d stop. But then of course he wins out, a matter of which he is subsequently horrendously smug about. Grinning ear to ear and leaning back against him all the same. “Probably. Let me savor my victory, damn it.”

[hxllowedout]

In all fairness, that is one of his favorite shirts— but Jason is his favorite everything, so perhaps he can let it slide. Especially when there are pancakes being made. So, with a low grumble, he presses in close to his (shorter) husband’s back, slips arms around his stomach and rests his chin on the muscle and bone of one shoulder. “Savor away, sweetheart. Did you put blueberries in those?”

[arsuf]

Are you asking me on a date? Because that would be a “no.”

[amkwrites]

His name went well with the morning light, a stuttering coffee pot and my own, whispered from gasping lungs.

-am kennedy, “the morning after”

don’t trust men who have to insult other women in order to compliment you

a subset of this rule is don’t trust men who say ‘you’re pretty/smart/[adjective] for an indian/asian/[identity group]’

or ‘you’re not like other [identity group optional] girls’