how intricately love crosses love

its blasé / she/her

[pyaarii]

stillness

pairing: bruce wayne x reader

word count: 500

summary: small love.

It comes to your realization that you love Bruce on a snowy Saturday – he’s in another room, but his voice still carries over the winter stillness of the air as you both had locked yourselves inside the warmth of your apartment for the whole week, and as you focus on the lilt of Bruce’s voice – it’s more monotonous and a little strained as he bores on about stock rates and expenditures to some secretary, something dawns on you – almost suddenly.

You could listen to him drone about almost anything so you can hear the tailored cadence of his words, the little inflections when he says the word ‘incentivise’ a little too many times in conversation; but no one ever corrects him because he’s Bruce Wayne, and a little voice in your mind quickly adds, he’s my Bruce Wayne.

But, you don’t linger on your thoughts for long because a small beep followed by a loud sigh leads Bruce back into the bedroom, leaning against the door post with his dishevelled hair sticking up in all directions as he types on his phone; the little taps of his fingers hitting the screen are the only thing you can hear in the quiet of the morning, and you turn around in your warm duvet cover, rustling the sheets and staring at him long enough until he decides to drop the phone on the birch wood bedside table, looking at you with a raised eyebrow,

“What’re you smiling about?”

“Nothing.” Your voice is thick with sleep and slightly muffled against the pillow as he reaches out a hand to hold your face with, but you recoil,

“Your hands are so fucking cold, oh my god, Bruce.” It draws a laugh out of him, which makes you smile as you pull the covers further up your face to avoid his hands, but he pushes them down anyway and you don’t stop him as he places his palm on the curve of your jaw, fingers lightly trailing your cheek and he smiles – and you almost fucking melt there, becoming putty in his hands if you could because god-fucking-dammit. You love him.

“Now will you please move over so I can join you?”

(maybe he does too.)

[aenslem]

#same

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[exitwound]

Youre a mollusk and something potentially bad or scary gets inside you what do you do. Make a pearl around it. Okay. okay

[gay-mormon-wizard]

maybe orpheus always looks back because his very effort to reverse death means that he can't look forward. if he could look forward, he could accept eurydice's death, grieve, and keep moving in life. his refusal to accept her death is looking back. his going down to the underworld, asking hades and persephone for her life, trying to lead her out... it's all 'looking back'. he does nothing for the entire story except look back. orpheus! looks! back! it's his entire thing! the story ends the same way it begins: orpheus looked back.

[manipulated-pieces]

Why is it easier and more comfortable to sit in a position that actively damages my joints than it is to just sit with okay posture. Why does my body crave its own destruction

[inprnt]

“Self-aware” by Sergio Vallés on INPRNT

[wumblr]

beautiful women named magenta cartridge low are trying to contact me on my printer

[dogpuppy]

[arealtrashact]

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

[t4tstarvingdog]

“start your free trial now” what if i told u i am already experiencing trials. and the cost is more than i can bear

[str-ngeloop]

probably tomorrow i'm gonna somehow be more organized and disciplined than i ever have been in my whole life so i'm fine probably

[podcastwizard]

some royal jewels were stolen from the louvre which is unfortunate for historical reasons but you gotta appreciate a classic crime. so many crimes are online these days it’s nice to see heist culture is still alive

[lesbiansagainsttheatre]

actually i think graduates of a university should have access to the library databases forever and ever amen

[loveridden1999]

slow down you crazy child youre so ambitious for a juvenile but then if youre so smart tell me why are you still so afraid? where's the fire what's the hurry about? you'd better cool it off before you burn it out you've got so much to do and only so many hours in a day hey but you know that when the truth is told that you can get what you want or you can just get old youre gonna kick off before you even get halfway through when will you realize vienna waits for you? slow down youre doing fine you can't be everything you wanna be before your time although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight tonight too bad but it's the life you lead youre so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need though you can see when youre wrong you know you can't always see when you're right you've got your passion you've got your pride but don't you know that only fools are satisfied? dream on but don't imagine they'll all come true when will you realize vienna waits for you? slow down you crazy child and take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while it's alright you can afford to lose a day or two when will you realize vienna waits for you? and you know that when the truth is told that you can get what you want or you could just get old youre gonna kick off before you even get halfway through why don't you realize vienna waits for you? when will you realize vienna waits for you?

[crazysodomite]

i like saying yay... lots of things to yay about

[sorrowsofwerthertheyoung-deacti]

“They’re trying to convince people they can’t do the things they’ve been doing easily for years – to write emails, to write a presentation. Your daughter wants you to make up a bedtime story about puppies – to write that for you.” We will get to the point, she says with a grim laugh, “that you will essentially become just a skin bag of organs and bones, nothing else. You won’t know anything and you will be told repeatedly that you can’t do it, which is the opposite of what life has to offer. Capitulating all kinds of decisions like where to go on vacation, what to wear today, who to date, what to eat. People are already doing this. You won’t have to process grief, because you’ll have uploaded photos and voice messages from your mother who just died, and then she can talk to you via AI video call every day. One of the ways it’s going to destroy humans, long before there’s a nuclear disaster, is going to be the emotional hollowing-out of people.”

Justine Bateman on AI in this article from The Guardian