love when weapons YouTubers get deep into the weeds and they start calling a specific year of a specific type of sword that only other weapons YouTubers know about "overrated".
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
i told you i could climb onto that roof (i literally did not tell a single one of you but i did it anyway)
How do I explain to normal people at my job that tomorrow is the biggest holiday of the year but only on this one website
April Fools day here is always funny because my dash is full of “here’s a Rick roll but it’s actually a different song” “here’s ‘do you love the color of the sky’ just kidding! It’s not the full long post!” “Here’s a drawing I made of a kitty! Just kidding! It’s two kitties and they’re best friends” and we do this unironically and completely ignoring the blood lust we all experience every year just two weeks prior
Whenever Americans use Cryillic like. That. I just. Instantly shrivel up an cry
As Damian’s 16th birthday approaches, Tim gets more and more anxious. He spends more and more time with Damian, until they’re almost attached at the hip. Offers, with a tone of suppressed desperation that does not suffice to make Damian agree, to take Damian out of the country for his birthday. Starts to stand firmly in between Bruce and Damian every time they’re in the same room, twitching every time Bruce moves toward them.
Damian’s 16th birthday passes without incident, if you don’t count Tim hovering at his shoulder the entire time, armed, checking every present before letting Damian take it.
Tim is staring at the clock as it hits midnight, and his body goes almost limp, the constantly-held tension of weeks dropping. Then his face fills with confusion. Then goes blank. He leaves, with the party still in swing, and Damian feels the absence at his side immediately, the spot just behind him that he’s grown used to having a protective presence in finally empty.
No one sees Tim for weeks.