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Had a dream last night that i was a knight and this bigger scarier knight had me on the ground and right before he swung his sword at my neck he said smth like "i mourn the loss of life for the tree who will become your coffin" which shouldnt have turned me on like it did but alas

if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like

blowjob? more like nojob! #unemployed

bitches hate me for my earnest whimsy and my pathological degree of avoidant behavior

might not finish this one but ill post him here anyway

Musical prodigy Steve, who is way too casual about this gift. He plays seven instruments and could read sheet music before he could spell his own name, and literally never mentions it.

He has perfect pitch and can perfectly replicate a song he’s heard once on the radio. If you gave him an instrument he’s never played before and an hour, he’d made something beautiful out of it. And no one knows.

Well, some people know.

His mom still signs him up for recitals and performances out of state, but Steve never talks about it. He just says he has something to do with him mom that weekend, and then goes to preform in a concert hall in front of hundreds of people.

Honestly, Steve kinda assumed everybody was like that.

His parents never made it seem like it was a big deal. Hell, he doesn’t even consider that he could go to college for music (not that his dad would ever allow it). It’s basically a hobby.

It’s only after concussion number two when he’s sitting in English class listening to Eddie Munson complaining for a week straight about how he has an ‘epic vision’ for a ‘new song’ but it’ll never come to fruition because he’d need a full string orchestra.

And then another week listening to him hum the melody of the song.

And then a couple more days with the studio equipment that his parents got him for Christmas that Steve starts to think that maybe this ability isn’t all that common.

Eddie - still complaining - just stares at him with shock and confusion when Steve sits a cassette down in front of him and tells him to, “Stop talking.”

Honestly, that should be it, right? Steve has spent more effort making mix tapes than that cassette and those were barely a blip in the week so…

So, why is Eddie Munson confronting him at his locker the next morning? Eddie’s hands are all over the place like, “Did you really find and pay an entire orchestra to play my music just so I’d be quiet?”

“No,” Steve says slowly because that’s insane. “I played your music so you’d be quiet… it clearly didn’t work.”

“You can play…”

“Yeah?”

Eddie just stares at him like he’s something worth staring at and then asks seriously, “Do you want to be in my band?”

Shout out to everyone doing the hard yet necessary work of posting about fictional characters kissing online.

Oh just FUCK RIGHT OFF

Where are the fics where Eddie Munson sees Indie underground pop Steve for the first time since high school and it’s THIS PICTURE and Eddie just???

Steve looks so soft??? What the fuck??

Cue feral rabid rat man Eddie devouring every scrap of Steve he can find like it’ll help solve the mystery of the real thing

Hc that Jason's Crime Alley accent comes out more not just when he's angry but also if he gets nervous or super emotional. The reason he uses a voice modulator half the time is not just hide any emotions but also his accent

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

Sometimes I forget that Steve isn’t canonically bisexual

they don't make staying up until 3am fun and exciting like they used to

Bro why do you keep insisting we try to disarm this genderbending trap? We literally mapped out this whole dungeon floor we can just walk around it...

Whoa watch it bud! If I hadn't caught you you would have fallen straight into that pit of tentacles! Good thing I stopped you when I did, huh?

Oh man if I was just a few minutes late that vampire baroness would have hypnotized you and made you her thrall, good thing you can always count on me, ey? Cmon let's get going, the next round's on you

not to be inappropriate or anything but the idea of Dick Grayson looking up at you from between your thighs after he’s been down there for a while and breathing a sweet little, “hi baby.” like he hasn’t just lapped and sucked at your clit until you wept makes me unwell.

This is canon ✋🏻

On the days that Jason came back from his 24 hour shifts at the fire station, he always thought he looked like a mess—almost as if a chaotic storm had struck his way.

However, what he didn’t know was that he looked quite the opposite. To you, it felt as if a radiant countenance had decided to visit your home.

His dark curls were disheveled from the constant raking of his fingers and his eyes were permanently stained red as they burned with exhaustion. They were tired, but they held a million stars. There was a small pout on his face and you always had to resist the urge to kiss it away.

He wore a pair bold glasses to help ease the burning sensation in his eyes. The late hours and lack of sleep blurred his vision. They were ridiculously oversized and a deep shade of emerald green. They were odd and unconventional, but for some reason, he made them look good. The frame perfectly complemented his strong features. He looked poetic, like a carefully put togther sonnet.

The glasses were a part of the problem, but the main culprit for his alluring appearance was the beard he refused to shave.

It was dark and scruffy, much like his hair, but there were hints of nickel. Despite only being in his 20’s, the greys had started making an appearance. Too much stress from the job and his countless packs of cigarettes weren’t really helping the case either.

The beard covered his sculpted jaw, but added another layer of beauty. It scratched and itched your skin when he’d nuzzle his face against you, but the feeling was oddly pleasant.

Jason was captivating. He was kissed by Aphrodite, a sunset after a long day. He was gorgeous, you just wished he knew it too…