𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟

Things you won't get unless you're a hardcore Batman fan:

- Do the butts match?

- Whelmed

- Nightwing's Butt

- Black hair? Blue eyes? Adopted.

- WHERE IS TIM?!

- Batman's dick. You know which comic I'm talking about

- Fuck Metropolis

- Eating burger with knife and fork

- "Man, Dick is good!"

- BATMAN DOES NOT EAT NACHOS

- (Points at Bruce and Clark) "And there was only one bed" "Oh my god, there was only one bed"

- "I am the GODDAMN Batman"

- They kept their masks on because its "better" that way

- Batman and Superman crying while watching aliens have sex

- That comic about the Joker's boners

- We live in a society

- Holy Musical Batman

- Bamboozled

- The mullet

- Actually, Dick's whole outfit. What the fuck was he thinking?

- Bruce Wayne lives in Batman's attic

- The demon child

- Starfish Robin

- Batman singing

- The Red Hood mask with a nose and mouth

- The Justice League? More like Batman and his bitches

- Bruce Wayne is a boomer. But like, in a cool way

- Adam West having a conversation with himself

- The rainbow suit

- The Snyder Cut

- Nightwing having his ass beat in every movie

- "Hello? Police? My son stole the Batmobile"

- Did Batman kill Joker in the Killing Joke?: The Debate

- BATMAN 👏🏻 DOES 👏🏻 NOT 👏🏻 KILL 👏🏻

- Except for those guys he hanged from the Batplane

- And KGBeast

- And Darkseid

- BUT THAT'S IT

- The myth of the Joker role turning you crazy

- Heath Ledger's scaring Maggie Gyllenhaal for real

- Is Batman a furry?: The Debate

- Every lesbian needs her cousin

- Who is Bruce's favorite Robin?: The Debate

- "The circus. He said it was the circus"

- Bruce being both the best and worst dad

- The fans killing Robin

- Plus the rigged telephone that actually did it

- Damian and his pets

- Duke being the only sane person around

- WHERE IS CARRIE KELLY?!

- The failed wedding

- Trying to guess what Thomas' letter from Flashpoint said

- Does Alfred get paid?: The Debate

- Ok, but Alfred and the rifle

- Bat-Mite

- Damian x Mar'i

- Damian x Raven

- Damian x Maps

- Dick's redhead fetish

- The Annie episode with Tim

- Every batfam member having a Super

- That Birds of Prey song... you know... the one

- Bat Credit Card

- Heart of Ice

- Bat Nipples

- Tim's caffeine addiction

- Tim adding fucking pants to the Robin suit

- "I don't want to be the Batman... anymore"

- Dead Robins Club

- Alfred having his own fanbase

- Only Jason and Alfred know how to cook

- Jason loves bread

- Dick loves cereal

- WHO THE FUCK IS IAN WAYNE?!

- Representation for Damian plz

- We all know Bruce's lovers come down to Selina, Diana or Talia (And Clark)

- The truth behind the Dark Knight hospital scene

- Apparently no Batfam member has finished school

- Tim vs Luthor

- Knowing the origins of every item in the Batcave

- WHERE IS TERRY MCGINNIS?!

- Gotham City Sirens

- "I am a model of mental health!"

- The Bruce Wayne x Batman fanfiction

- Contingency plans for everything

- Your relationships are shorter than Stephanie's career as Robin

- Batman comforting Ace

- And finally, having read the comic where this is from:

Feel free to add more.

pls i need sam fortner content maybe like hes kidnapped you but you have stockholm and they have their first kiss and he’s super awkward but happy

First Kiss

Posted:11/25/22

Title: First Kiss

Yandere Sam Fortner x GN reader

Fluff

Author's note:

Warnings: Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Things have been easier since you stopped fighting your fate. You were trapped by a boy who was too in love with you for his good. Nothing more to say. Nothing you can do.

Sam was... a loving boy. At least to you. He does his best to make you feel loved and to show he's love despite his awkwardness. It made you feel... sorry for him a little. Could he not help anything? He is so sweet how could he be capable of such things?

You found your heart starting to warm when he came home. Trying to hold back a smile, getting flustered when he talks to you. You couldn't help it.

You sat on your bed, back to the wall, biting your lip as you think about Sam relaxing in his lazy boy. He wore his grey sweatpants, his legs spread and his hands nervously running up and down them.

"Is something going on with you?" Sam's voice breaks your thoughts making you blush. "What?" "I don't know. You're just staring at nothing with that weird look on your face." You roll your eyes playfully. "There's not much else to do." He thought for a moment. "Yeah.. sorry about that." He stood there awkwardly trying to think of what to say. "I could use some company." You say not sure of yourself and lightly patting the bed next to you.

His eyes slightly widen in surprise. Sam sits next to you on the bed back to the wall. "What did you do today?" You asked trying to start a conversation. "Work." He says. You chuckled a little at his blunt answer. "Well obviously... but like what did you do at work?" "Oh um... Paperwork... I don't want to talk about work." You sighed. "What would you like to talk about, Sam." You could have sworn you could hear him trying to hide a moan from hearing you say his name. "Mhm um..." He turns to face you a little more. "The only thing I ever really want to talk about is you... can we talk about you?" You blushed. "Um sure. What about me?" He shakes his head seemingly overwhelmed by the question. "Everything.... you're so.. pretty." You smiled. "Thank you." "I mean it too. I wouldn't just say that. I remember before you lived with me I watched you through your window and I saw you change a few. So I know how beautiful you are head to toe." Your face went red. Although it was alarming he was just trying to compliment you. "Thank you." "Yeah..." He sat there thinking maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Your pretty too, Sam." His cheeks and ears warmed. "R-really? You don't have to say that if you don't mean it." You smiled and placed your hand on his leg. "But I do mean it." He looked at you with big admiring eyes. "Really?" You nodded.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder. "C...Can I kiss you?" Your eyes went widen. "Y-yes.."

Sam slowly leans in and places his lips on yours. The kiss was slow and causation. His hand left your shoulder to hold your face. Sam's body was stiff. There wasn't much movement before Sam abruptly pulled back. His face was pink and warm. Your cheeks were warm as you looked at him, waiting for him to say something. "Thank you?" You smiled "your welcome." Sam put his back flat against the wall again. His head felt fuzzy. "I..." 'Say something." He told himself. "I love you." He spoke out quickly. Not the first time he's told you but still important to him nonetheless. His leg started to bounce with building anxiety. "I love-" Sam abruptly stood. You look up at him confused. "I forgot to get dinner." He says moving to get his car keys. "We just eat-" "I forgot to get this other thing that I know you'll like-" it was your turn to interrupt him. "I love you, Sam!" He stopped and turned to you. You repeated yourself. "I love you, Sam. I understand what you've been trying to tell me... about how I'm safe and loved here and I'm so sorry I didn't listen before but I am now."

Sam took in what you were telling him. Is this a trick? He wonders. However, when he looked into your eyes he could see passion. The passion he'd seen you have for many this but now it was aimed at him. He wanted to cry happy tears. He slowly walked back to you and brushed your hair out of your face. "I don't want to leave. Why would I need to when you're here?" He gave a small smile. "Come here." You put your hands up to his face and pulled him into another kiss. However, this one felt natural. Felt like you've always kissed each other. The kiss was still on the soft side and passionate. Sam held the back of your head gently as you hear him slightly whine into the kiss before pulling back.

You looked into each other's eyes and felt your hearts connect. You pulled Sam in for a close tight hug. His head hid into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck as one of your hands gently stroked his hair. "I'll never leave you, my love~" With that Sam hugged you tighter and then pushed you to lay back on the bed for an endless night of cuddling.

absolute love corrupts absolutely

Silent Hill 2 (Special 2 Disc Set) PAL Exclusive Came with special DVD that contained The Making of Silent Hill, art gallery, developer biographies, trailers and credits. Also came with 1 of 4 stickers. 

I’m just super fucking bitter that once the flint water crisis got it’s 15 minutes of fame people stopped giving a shit. The water is still poisoned, people! Donations have plummeted and people have been forced back into drinking and bathing with the water! The medical effects of this are astounding, cases of legionnaires disease have skyrocketed, people are having seizures, people are having weird rashes break out over their body, people (including me!) are having their blood poisoned, and it’s not just lead! it’s coliform bacteria! it’s THMs! it’s all in the water and it gets into the bloodstream and breaks down blood vessels, causing bruising and petechiae and internal bleeding and no one gives a shit anymore and it’s only gotten worse like how many people are going to have to die until people realize this is still a problem

Rural Retreat, Virginia

built in 1857

sick of normal girls appropriating weird girl culture. you had friends in school you don’t get to reblog these posts

ADHD is spending your whole life being told that you’re not doing your best and that you could do better if you tried harder and worked harder until you believe it yourself, becoming convinced that your your best work is actually only your average, and there’s a mythical, hypothetical, never-before-seen Your Best, which is surely the work of gods.

So you end up with this inflated ego and stalwart belief that you should be capable of curing cancer, discovering new planets, composing new opera pieces to take the world by storm, if you only tried harder. But for some inexplicable reason, you simply won’t put your mind and focus on it, and now you hate yourself for not being the spectacular specimen you were taught you ought to be.

And that’s why you end up having these conversations with your therapist where they are like “normal people don’t put this kind of demands and expectations on themselves”, and you dead seriously fucking answer

“Yes, but I’m not normal people.”

OCD is one of those mental illnesses that people show support for until they learn about what fucked up intrusive thoughts result from it. I’ve literally seen someone on here put in their byf “don’t follow if you have OCD with [insert intrusive thought here].

A lot of OCD intrusive thoughts are very terrible sexual ones involving the potential to harm loved ones...except these thoughts make YOU suffer, not other people. They aren’t true desires and beliefs; they’re called “intrusive” for a reason.

I’ve literally isolated myself out of fear from my intrusive thoughts, assuming I would hurt someone if I got close. So, it’s disappointing, to say the least, that people will think of you as terrible for what your mental illness already makes you feel terrible.

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