ramblings : my thoughts on friends - to - lovers yearning with dick grayson

i know we all think of dick grayson as the ultimate friends-to-lovers fantasy, but loving him—really loving him—would feel like drowning in honey. sweet, thick, suffocating. because he’s not just someone you quietly admire from the sidelines, like a secret crush scribbled in the margins of a notebook. he’s dick grayson, beloved by everyone, a constellation of affection with a gravitational pull so strong it draws in the gods. even superman loves him. superman. 

you think you can stay detached, keep it casual, but then he smiles at you, and it’s like the world tilts, just for a moment, like you’re the only person who matters. but you’re not. you’re just one in a sea of people who orbit around him, basking in his effortless warmth, and he’ll never know. he’ll never know that your heart clenches every time he touches your arm or throws that easy laugh your way. 

it’s painful, isn’t it? watching him glide through life, forming these perfect, seamless connections with everyone. he’s always at the center, the one everyone leans on, loves, and adores. you’re standing on the outskirts, fingers pressed against the glass, watching. always watching. his exes—they’re perfect. they’re all perfect. kory, with her radiant beauty and fierceness, is a literal alien princess. barbara, sharp as glass, with her history intertwined with his like a vine. how can you hate them? you can’t. you want to, but how do you hate sunlight? how do you hate the people who were good enough to have the love you’d kill for?

and then there’s you. just… you. sitting across from him at some café, heart in your throat, trying to swallow it down with lukewarm coffee. you want to say something, but the words are like stones in your chest. he’s talking and laughing, and all you can think is, he’ll never see you that way. how could he, when the universe itself seems to conspire to shower him in love? it’s like standing in a field of wildflowers, trying to get the sun's attention. how foolish you feel—burning, yearning, pretending you’re okay with being his friend.

but you’re not. you’re not okay, and that’s what hurts the most. you smile and laugh, playing the role of the supportive friend while every fiber of your being is screaming. look at me. just once, look at me the way you looked at them. let me know the way they did. let me be the one you wake up thinking about. but he doesn’t. he won’t. and yet, you keep coming back for more, because his love is like oxygen, and you’re suffocating without it.

there’s an unbearable ache to loving someone loved by everyone else. and the worst part? he’ll never know. you’ll never tell him. you’ll sit there, heart heavy, choking on all the words you’ll never say because you can’t risk losing what little you have. so you sit in silence, watching him, loving him, drowning in that sweet, unbearable honey.

loving dick grayson as a friend would be the quietest kind of heartache. yearning wrapped in gratitude, desire suffocated by friendship.

hello omg i just scrolled through the entirety of your dick grayson tag and i'm genuinely at a loss for words.

u are SUCH a talented writer, like hello?!! ur writing is so captivating and articulate, every thought and every word just holds such quality

the honey analogy is just so perfect, like, u just fully understand the bittersweetness of friends to lovers (but not really lovers). the aching and the yearning is literally tangible and the way ur able to portray it so beautifully and painfully is just so amazing and gut-wrenching it almost feels like an irl heartbreak.

☆ BACK TO THE OLD HOUSE

contains: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite! reader. post tlo (spoilers). kind of melancholy but it gets better (kind of). book percy.

kashaf’s note: guess whos alive!

TO QUESTION, to ponder, to seek out the gods is sacrilegious. the gods preferred their divinity to be kept strictly within the confines of worship — whether by completing their ‘menial’ tasks or by committing sacrifices, they, in their infinite wisdom, are not allowed to be objected to. 

“so, my mom’s a god? of love?” 

Oh my gosh, this is absolutely phenomenal! The angst? Delicious. The pining? Immaculate. I’m over here kicking my feet and screaming into my pillow because it’s that good. You captured the post-war grief in such a raw, heart-wrenching way—I felt like I was right there, grieving all over again.

The sibling dynamics in the cabin? UGH, so sweet and tender, it had me tearing up. And Silena—oh my heart. You portrayed a sister’s grief so perfectly, I could practically feel it radiating off the page. It was so genuine, so real, I couldn’t stop reading.

This made me relive all the emotions I felt when I first read The Last Olympian and then some. That ending? Literal chef’s kiss. The idea of Percy being okay with meeting a tragic end, just to be with the one he loves—it's so on point for his character. It’s tragic, it’s beautiful, and it’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

10/10, would recommend this to everyone. If you want to laugh, cry, and scream all in the span of one fic, this is it. Seriously, go read it.

THANK YOU SO MUCH.

notice how linkedin isn’t on maslow’s hierarchy of needs

in the buff | jason todd

Summary: The one where you learn firsthand that Jason Todd sleeps in the nude.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings/tags: best friend jason, awkwardness, nudity, reader hardcore thirsting over jaytodd, love confessions, humor (attempts at it, anyway), silliness. inspired by this post!

the divider

There's been a huge (blessed) development in the drug ring case that you and Jason are working on. You can hardly sleep now.

Normally, you'd call or text Jason, even though he's usually already in the know. It's possible that you just like having an excuse to call him, but who can confirm such a thing?

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

kendrick lamar made me realise that there is an even stronger level of hater that i have yet to tap into

Two Truths and a Lie: Tag Game

Thank you for the tag, @xisum! Of your answers:

They all seem so believable, I simply can't decide. I'm going to go with the medical school within the next year - simply because I think you're already enrolled 😏

Snail's Two Truths and a Lie:

I have been impaled by the stem of a wine glass, resulting in meat-glue and a trip to the ER to suture the wound back together again. The wound looks like a candy cane, and I think it's rather pretty.

I went to circus school and used my background as an acrobatic gymnast to excell in performing on ropes and silks suspended from the ceiling. My uniform was a unitard from my neck to my ankles coloured in navy blue, ruby red and jet black.

In my youth, I would go busking out the front of my local supermarket with my favourite violin. My repitoore was mainly concertos and minuettes, but I also would play Metallica, Muse, Three Days Grace and Eluveitie.

I dare you to take a guess at which one isn't true, reblog with your answer and play along with two truths and a lie of your own!

Tag list: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @cinnbar-bun @vespidphoenix @sexc-snail @gingernut1314 @lostfirefly @httpwintersoldier @tiredemomama @i-am-vita @indydonuts @discordantwritings

I would tag @since-im-already-here, but Smol-Sister-Snail already knows the answer 💀

I'm going to say you lied about circus school, but I also feel like you could be doing one of those lies where it's true except one tiny detail (the unitard was green or you refused to play certain songs)

My two truths and a lie:

I once swallowed a wooden bead (~5mm) and still don't actually know if it came out because I never checked

I have been (unintentionally) sent to the hospital at least once by every member of my immediate family except my dad (sibling, brother, mum, myself, included)

I have delivered/midwived multiple puppies, lambs, and one foal (and I mean delivered, as in hands on (in)).

And I will tag @comorbidfascination @mydearlybeloathed

hmmmm let us see.

all of these are very specific 😭 did my research and it looks possible to swallow a 5mm bead without choking to death. i feel like the hands in detail would've been left out by someone who hadn't actually delivered like a foal (I remember reading all creatures great and small and the guy helped pull out a cow).

I'm gonna go with 2 bc maybe your entire family has accidentally sent you to the hospital.

My Two Truths and a Lie:

Recently went hiking in Greece and was having a grand old time, getting shin splints again and growing muscles and being in nature--when I re-hurt my ankle that I broke in pain the year before in spain. i still got to see the sunset from the top of the mountain tho.

When I was little I used to go into the hot sauce store at my local mall and try every single sample and the workers were very concerned every time. now I have a high spicy tolerance.

I had a teacher review several poems I planned to enter in a contest, and she emailed me back asking if I'm all right. Turned out I accidentally put allusions to religious trauma in every single one (I don't have religious trauma).

Tagging: @kana-daydreams @nikki-is-a-nerd @gingernut1314 @sayoneee

THANKS FOR THE TAG 🙌🙌

im gonna go with #1, #2 and #3 are far too specific

my 2 truths and a lie:

i can speak 3 languages

i was on the news for attending the first showing of a movie when i was 10

i have traveled to 15 different countries

tags: @hachikluvr @uxavity @jab-we-drank-chai @apollos-calliope