When The Earth Kisses My Skin, And The Flowers Dance On My Tounge

me reading straight up pornography: hmm… this one just doesn’t have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off

The kind of high-pitched whimpers and moans where his voice cracks just for me 🥴🥴🥵🥵

a type ??? no . . . don’t think i have one . . .

Every time a snarky (or the cool/cold) male character gets watered down to horny misogynist fuckboy, an angel loses its wings, I take another drink of vodka and get one step closer to drunk driving

We’re you the anon that sent those yummy asks? -a particularly smutty boy

don't remember sending any baby, but maybe soon...

This is cute, it's funny tho that Dick actually plays the GUITAR and is going to relearn piano for his baby brother and bat bonding time

I know it in my soul that whenever Damian has to play violin for school and needs an accompanist, he fucking drags Dick out of Blüdhaven and back to Gotham to play piano. Dick has not practiced piano since Aunt Harriet stopped bugging him to attend his lessons when he left the manor, and he doesn’t even like playing piano. But for Damian? Sigh F i n e, he’ll play the accompaniment.

He’ll drag out his dusty practice books to refresh himself on proper hand posture and what the fuck an F looks like on the staff. Yes, yes, he’ll look up whatever squiggly abomination is on his sheet music that music experts claim is “modern notation”.

Bruce, who knows how to play piano, or can otherwise contact professional piano accompanists, is like “son, please. leave your brother alone. he hasn’t even played in years.” And Damian’s like “NO. I will settle for nothing less than Grayson.”

“Son, that’s such a low bar.”

But Damian will have his way. He will perform with his brother, goddamnit.

that and other colors for femme gays, totally not me at all

me and him??

us??

ok so i do have adhd but i feel as though this somehow transcends it. I just made a cup of tea 10 minutes ago. Im in a very small room. It has disappeared. I didnt leave the room. It just escaped. It is gone. It never was. Wheres my tea. It couldnt have gone anywhere and yet it has. Did i drink it and eat the cup and forget? Where is my tea. I miss her. This is fucked