I Asked For Recognition And Acted Surprised How I Needed To Work For It

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and

i suffer from 'men are hotter banged up' disease. unfortunately there is no cure.

can he, though?

What in the shitty AO3 fic is this? 😭😭😭

jason, coming back from the dead and seeing tim as robin: how could bruce replace me? how could he give robin to someone else?

dick, who created robin in honor of his dead parents and then had bruce take it away and give it to jason without even asking him:

You are a person who covers your counter space in clutter and inadvertently makes a shrine to a long forgotten god who shows up to thank you.

who says i want to fix him??? i WANT him

the audacity of the official dc account to even post this 😭

when you're talking about the character and the person who likes the character starts typing for a long time