I need to get you a bubble. A nice sturdy bubble with titanium plates and sharp spikes so u don’t look like a fucking nerd
If you think my medical history is wild I promise you my breakup stories are so much worse.
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Prompt 74
When a new black-haired blue-eyed person appeared in the manor, one could easily be forgiven for thinking that Bruce’s adoption problem had struck again. So color many a batkid surprised that no, this kid isn’t a new sibling, no he didn’t get grabbed from the street, and actually he’s here for Alfred.
Apparently Alfred never found it important to mentioned that he has a husband- that the kid kind of implies isn’t human what with the casual way he says he himself is half human- and that this kid is apparently their child. For once it’s Bruce’s turn to come home to a surprise sibling.
Danny on the other hand just learned that his Clockpa has a semi-mortal partner who has offered to take him in, (in another dimension even! And there’s aliens!!) while the ancient takes care of some stuff at home.
And yeah it’s in a rich-manor but Sam has proved that not all rich people are evil, and based off of Mr Pennyworth’s stories the Waynes weren’t bad either. Though based off of the others’ reactions perhaps he should wait to mention that there wasn’t one new family member but three…
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I had a dream that I was approached to make an Official Bean Plush ™, and everything was fine, until all the plushies were made, and they were all flawed but no one could figure out what the flaw was
And it was like
I woke up before any were fixed, but it was funny
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i cant tell if you're joking or not about that curl, but, uh, yes, babe, it's pretty distinct. everything else can mostly be covered, but that curl is kind of a give away. not that you dont look nice of course! but we're trying to go for subtlety here, yeah? dont you have, i dont know, jeans or something? normal street wear? something less red and gold and more... beige? or whatever it is merchants and shoppers wear? if not, i suppoooooose this will have to do. we'll just have to make sure you stay out of too much trouble ;)
(you've posted so much art lately!!! your hungary is the prettiest thing! how long does it usually take you to draw full pieces like that? and the three itabros! you always have such cool concepts when it comes to character design! and your little baby roma!!!! i want to nibble his cheeks he's so tiny! your art has only improved and its so cool to see your older stuff!)
//link to the answer of how long stuff takes me
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So I was chatting with my fellow very mentally ill queer coworker friend about mental illness (as we do) and I mentioned how I was realizing that my wildly manic depressive response to grief wasn't... normal...
& they were like 'oh my god Yeah I've been suspecting you're bipolar for a While now' bc apparently I get in... modes... where my pupils are Huge and I'm talking a mile a minute and doing 4 things at once and even my Posture is different
And then I'll come in the next day like all the life's been sucked out of me.
& she mentioned there's type 1 and type 2, 1 being the longterm episodes & 2 being them alternating on a day to day basis. And I'm just like... damng... I sure do seem to have that 2 thing...
Apparently it's not normal to alternate between manic and depressive states! Who knew!
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Short little thing I typed up
“What is this?”
Yan turned over the small, see-through bag in his hands, brow furrowed as he looked at the contents.
“It’s a gift,” Houji said. “For Valentine’s Day.”
Yan looked up at him. “Isn’t that a western thing?”
“We have in Japan too.”
“Hm.” He opened the bag and pulled out a piece of chocolate. He glanced back over at Houji, eyes narrowed. “I can’t eat this.”
“It’s traditional.” Houji smiled. Yan muttered something under his breath, then sighed and put the chocolate back.
“Thank you,” he said begrudgingly.
“You have to pay me back next month.”
“Or I could kill you right here and now,” he said. Houji chuckled.
“Oh, could you?”
In response, he brought a hand up to Houji’s head and ruffled his hair. Houji narrowed his eyes.
“You are terrible,” he said, running his fingers through his hair, trying to brush the loose strands back into place.
“I’d have to be” — Yan smiled — “to put up with you.”
Houji paused for a moment. Finally, he pressed a kiss to Yan’s cheek.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. Yan turned away and closed his eyes.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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how ridiculous would it be to go to the pf tag someday & see ur own blog being complained about or something
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Props to my therapist for solving a longtime concern of mine purely by telling me it's actually not an issue at all.
This is not sarcasm. For years, I'd been concerned that I was bad at dealing with my emotions, didn't know how to feel my feelings, that I was bottling things up, blah blah blah, because I would just like, move onto the next thing really fast; I didn't feel like I felt sad long enough and stuff.
And I explained this to her in depth. We talked over some stuff, did some reflection, and she basically says, "Yeah, I don't think you're bottling anything up. I think you just have a really strong ability to compartmentalize that's really healthy and effective, actually."
And I'm like, "Oh. Rad."
So basically, I'm apparently actually so good at this "processing things" thing that I'd just confused myself into thinking I was bad at it for years.
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