#feelintheaster

[egg-baby-official]

for the ask game, 🧡 a color you can't stand?

I wouldn't say there's any color I can't stand... I think they all can look good in certain contexts.

The color I like the least though would be that shade of yellow that is almost green, like highlighter yellow. I prefer orangey/golden yellows much more.

euhh... honestly the more i look at it the more unpleasant it gets

[werewolfbarista]

🐰 :)

🐰 barely intimidating

YAYYY i try not 2 be intimidating.................im just Existing :3

[draiad]

top 5 candy brands?

I don't actually eat a lot of sweets, really only chocolate

so in no specific order:

Leonidas chocolates (local)

Laura Secord

Cadbury

Lindt

Newfoundland Chocolate Company

[ishipqueenclariceandjoe]

“Superboy, are you alright?”

“Fine. Feelin’ the aster.”

ーSeason 1, Episode 5; Season 4, Episode 26

[sciencespeedster]

@feelin-the-aster | closed starter

    wally was very, very familiar with crashing and burning. he never expected to do that again, but of course, the universe liked to prove him wrong. one moment nothing, the next, falling out of the air, only to crash into someone. of course.

   he groaned and lay sprawled on the ground, a little too out of it to get up or to apologize. but he did, eventually, open his eyes and he grinned a little when he saw who he crashed into. “hey dude.”

[lazarusborn]

&Closed Thread

@feelin-the-aster

It’d been nearly a week (and he was definitely keeping track) since he’d been uprooted from his mother’s care and spliced into this foreign life; a suffocating apartment in the city under the authority of a complete stranger. Through some miracle, the law dictated being raised by a stranger was better than being raised an assassin. But they were outsiders, they didn’t understand that he was being trained, that he wasn’t a child.

Damian didn’t know how, but somehow the man had found him. Somehow this man was his adopted brother, through a deceased father he’d never met. Somehow this pseudo-sibling had become his legal guardian.

He cited blame in an incompetent jury.

But it didn’t matter, because he was trapped in this bustling, chaotic city halfway across the world from his home, carefully timing his meals and sleep to avoid any contact with his new roommate. There was no chance Grayson would be up yet, not for another hour at the very least, and Damian planned to be safely tucked in his designated bedroom by then.

[lazarusborn]

continued from ( x )

@feelin-the-aster​

Ah, Alfred. The tried and true method of scolding each other for not taking care of themselves in the name of their caretaker.

“I’ll get to it,” he answered with an easy smile, bringing both mugs over to the countertop where Damian had taken up residence. Dick set one down for the child as he raised the other to his lips to take a sip.

“Fill me in while you’re here. How’s school? Training? I heard you and B put away a few more of Black Mask’s higher ups the other night; good job.” Dick had been missing out on the child’s company while he avoided the Manor, so he was going to take advantage of the chance while he had it.

Damian claimed to hate whenever Dick ‘smothered’ him with affection and attention, but bit by bit he was working his way around the facade of anger and disgust to understanding, getting the child to open up. The wouldn’t have managed to function as partners if Damian didn’t have some level of attachment toward him.

“Two weeks, by my estimate. Pennyworth will be disappointed.” He stubbornly clung to the topic of Dick’s laundry, eyeing the apartment critically. He accepted the mug, taking a sip with a quiet hum of appreciation. Then he sighed, settled it back on the countertop, and folded his hands in front of him.

“We have made good progress in the Black Mask case, yes. Training, however hardly seems to be moving forward. Father is convinced I’m not ready for the next step, which is ridiculous. School is a bore, a waste of time surrounded by children and exceptionally dull instructors. Father insists that it’s necessary, but I suspect his only reasoning is his familial tradition of pouring money into the lost cause of an institution.”

He took another sip, his face thoughtful for a moment.

“You haven’t been by the manor. It’s been nearly two months.”

And if he did a poor job of masking the accusations in his voice, the tinge of hurt coloring his words, well.....he couldn’t really be blamed, he reasoned. It was Grayson’s fault, anyways.

[gothams-bird-boy]

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