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The Don Diaries
Don showers thoroughly after his dumpster date, but just before he goes to bed, Miracle decides to scare the shit out of me. GOD PLEASE NO
While Don sleeps I keep Miracle under close observation for any clues about her nausea. She takes a shower so I think she was just feeling smelly, but before I can relax, she's accosted by Handsome Shrek.
Shrek literally tries to slap her but Miracle doesn't put up with his shit and I couldn't love her more.
Fuck you, Handsome Shrek!
Handsome Shrek is not pleased but Miracle is moisturised and unbothered and does her homework in his face. I have no idea what's even going on in this dorm any more.
And the insanity doesn't stop. Don is still sleeping and I suddenly spot Gina blowing kisses to Ashley?!
I mean, granted, Don is regularly doing other women and he and Gina are still not official, but this comes out of absolutely nowhere.
Early the next morning, things take yet another extremely weird turn. First, Sidney wakes up after apparently having hot dreams about Gina?! YOU JUST GOT ENGAGED
Then, Ashley wakes up and... does not wear pants.
I have no idea why, she just doesn't wear pants. It's kinda freaking people out.
Seriously, poor Nathan is traumatised, he's probably never seen a girl's butt before.
SIDNEY EXPLAIN! WHY IS SHE NOT WEARING PANTS?!?!
I finally stop laughing long enough to attempt a solution before things get any crazier. Don uses his abundant charisma to convince Ashley to take a shower.
oh god i hope this works
Thankfully, Ashley takes a hint and puts those nifty checkered pants back on.
Order is restored. For now.
I have the opportunity to leave here next week. Just jump in a car with a friend. No plan no real place to stay and probably no income source. It would be the best thing for my body and mind. I don’t want to leave Fafner. And I really cannot just leave my cat, Feral. I have had a tentative timeline in my head of leaving the Murbleage a bit after August but I have this nagging feeling that is the same mistake I make over and over again; some family event will claim my attention and energy, or I won’t have enough money, and I yet again won’t get out of here.
This is just how it is and how I am. I’m not looking for any advice. Every time I do a batch of masks I tell myself that I can retire when I’m done with this batch. I crawled into bed after 2am. The almost empty spool the sign of a good stopping point. This morning I read that Old Navy was selling masks now and I was like, “that is a good sign that I can stop soon!” But they immediately sold out, I think.
Soon I will semi-retire from the mask making game. And focus on making some silly things, it’s what I’m meant to do. BUTt if you need or want a mask just message me your address, if you are in the states it only costs me a stamp and I can mail safely and quickly from my home. I will do that until I run out of supplies. I am doing at least one last big batch for donations and for my dad to have a secret stash to give to LittleUncleLost when he (always) loses his.
I was thinking about how if I had control over things my masks would all be mustaches and clouds and honeycomb patterns with “HANDLED!”And “🐝 well💜” tags. There would be semi-hidden dick doodle and butt embroidery. But if I had any control we would only wear masks for fun light mischief and to inconvenience corporations and government and there would be teleportation devices and much more hugging.
I have acquired much rope in my travels. New hobby alert. Maybe it’s macrame. Perhaps I’m practicing shibari on young men.
feeling like death and then not dying + not having coffee for days and then having a little coffee = A HECK OF A DRUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so, days ago Murble was like, “I’ll be at doctor’s appointments with AuntAlwaysRight all day so I was thinking I would take Fafner to puppy camp so you have time to yourself and you could have the car for the day to get things done!
and I was like, “lol, why don’t you just pay me for once”
and so today Murble has been gone less than 45 minutes spread over the day, just dropping off AuntAlwaysRight and then rushing back home. using the car at random with no notice.
and yes I am more productive without Fafner jumping on me and asking to go outside constantly but Murble is such a fucking liar. and I will never be over it. good talk.