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glad to know i was right and the salesman was everyone's darling , their favorite coworker , the sunshine the loveliest man on earth . wow .


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sg spoilers .
glad to know i was right and the salesman was everyone's darling , their favorite coworker , the sunshine the loveliest man on earth . wow .
my friends got me so much haikyuu stuff i'm gonna cry
rose 🥰🥰🥰
NCT Dream's black BOOM outfits: spot the odd one out
Renjun, Jaemin, Chenle: classic black suits with a few decorative chains and white shirts
Jisung: nice suit, white shirt, tie, knee-high stockings, knees exposed
Haechan: also a suit, with shorts though, black shirt, calves exposed
Jeno: black skinny jeans, leather vest with no sleeves and a low v-neck, no shirt, ARMS EXPOSED, chest only covered by a thin tie
Low-key hate it and feel called out when a lecturer reads me. When they analyse your choice of words. When they ask you deep questions. When they start talking about motivation. When they start talking about self reflection. I'm so ... I'm shooked. Idk how a simple consultation about the direction of my final year project became a psychological analysis session about me. Am I ... that easy to read? I feel vulnerable and exposed. I'm screaming. Why did my lecturer have to do that? Now I feel blank.
Uhm….I- Hmm, how do I put this.. STOP! Choi Youngjae needs to chill the fuck out! Oml, I’m going crazy.
I’m gonna change my theme again cuz hot damn
~Admin Allie
i can imagine that with chrissy being such a stellar captain on that cheer team, those girls were close. like— not close like how they are in movies, but a type of close you only see when you’re involved in it. when you see it with your own eyes. and for kailee, she adored chrissy. looked up to her on her amazing skills as captain and just for being a good person despite the reputation cheerleaders have. it made her want to be the same, to keep that legacy going even after she died. and she did. maneuvered her way into the cheer captain position, began to wear a signature pink scrunchie the way that chrissy always wore a green one, because who could ever forget that green scrunchie that pretty much explained how carefree and easygoing chrissy really was? but of course— then the hallucinations would kick in. seeing a mangled chrissy in the mirrors of the locker rooms, angry at her. the real chrissy would be kind, most likely supportive of someone else being able to become captain. but this version of chrissy that manifested as a personification of the guilt kailee always felt for taking that spot, this chrissy, was hurt. angry. disgusted, that she even thought that would be okay. it would constantly tear her down inside, leaving her easily distracted and zoned out. at some point, it becomes too much when she is supposed to remain bold and confident on the basketball floor, only she is seeing an army of angry students, all that were created in her own head. the anger couldn’t have been more difficult to handle, as she stumbled back in fear, knocking into the girls who were supposed to catch their flyer.. and they didn’t. she ruined everything that day. people shocked, confused, as to why she suddenly seemed so bubbly and then became frightened, causing the injury of another cheerleader. it appeared the team really did need chrissy. she was their foundation.