Me: *scrolling Tumblr*

(╥﹏╥) blob ff1970 geroge

Current Goal: get to the point where cis people & most definitely, terfs clock me as a "cis gay white guy trying to be quirky"

Same honestly to the tags lol

Aren't you sleepy? Don't you just wanna go to bed?

Just finished my workout lol

(This is day 1, will I keep up with it? Only the gods know)

Ayo Arthur! All the money being wasted on royal shit? Please! The throne is free! Come backkkk! Merlin needs you and so does the worldddd

Some headcannons about Tim Drake-Wayne (a reblog chain?):

The first time Damian hugs tim, he just fucking sobs.

Tim could count the number of times he got any physical affection from his parents on one hand (90% of that was all for the press), and as much as he would love it for affection to be normal in his new family, Dick is the only one forgoing with affection in the bat family.

So obviously Tim ends up touch-starved & seeing physical affection as ultimate trust.

So logically when the brother who hated you & tried to kill you the most out of all your brothers hugs you (which basically translates to 'I love you'), what else are you to do other than ugly sob for hours?

(Might add bat family's reactions to this post later)

Athena's voice is so- 😇

All future vent posts will be in Shakespearean from now on, if you manage to understand them feel free to give advice lol

Mine own moth'r shouldst has't nev'r did talk with thee

or did marry thee

or hadst me

neith'r shouldst i has't hath paid thee any mind not aft'r what thee didst

to h'r,

to me.

yet i didst because i desp'rately did want a fath'r.

coequal if 't be true t wast one i didn't seeth thee as much as mine own moth'r.

thee w're nev'r a valorous husband,

a child shouldn't has't to protecteth their moth'r.

at first thee w're a valorous fath'r

most of the timeth.

then as i did turn ten and hitteth othergates'rty

thee hath changed.

to me at least,

to the people who is't very much kneweth thee hadst known these w're thy true colours.

and yet somehow thee kneweth bef're me,

yond i wasn't truly me

yond i wouldn't beest what thee did want

yond i wasn't h'r.

at which hour thee realis'd yond thee becameth creepy and abusive.

because thee did want me to beest a bett'r v'rsion of mine own moth'r

because the lady wast nev'r valorous enow f'r thee.

thee f'rev'r did want me to beest

'your dram house jointress',

'your "daught'r" longing f'r approval

i hath tried making t stand ho by going hence

once because of someone else and thee at which hour i wast only 9,

which thee did encourage.

the lasteth timeth wast 2 years ago because of thee,

thee hadn't known about yond despite t.

then 8 months ago i hadst a breakdown in front of mine own schools consular,

and i toldeth h'r about the two things yond hadst me at mine own breaking pointeth

the lady hadn't coequal hath asked me about yond, the lady wast just trying to receiveth me into an activities group.

yet i toldeth h'r

and finally i wenteth to child protection s'rvices with ev'rything thee didst.

i shouldst has't done t earli'r, but.

i wast desp'rately hanging on to the chance thee'd changeth,

but thee didn't and thee wonneth't.

i knoweth yond anon 'i wouldst nev'r changeth f'r h'r'

t wast hard at first,

aft'r all i hath felt incredibly guilty f'r telling people

f'r finally telling mine own moth'r,

howev'r aft'r h'r reaction i wast just fell,

because the lady wast blaming h'rself f'r what thee didst.

and then i realis'd truly what thee didst to me,

how thee hadst me doth those things to myself

how thee hadst manipulat'd me

how thee hadst groom'd me.

i shall admiteth i am not bett'r and i knoweth not if 't be true i ev'r shall beest.

but.

anon i can beest who is't i am.

and those gents art helping me 'long the way

and hopefully anon th're shall beest m're.

i gage thee i shall beest a bett'r parent then thee ev'r w're at which hour the timeth cometh.

because i am free anon and i shall beest who is't i am,

i shall receiveth though this.

and i shall becometh a bett'r p'rson than thee couldst ev'r tryeth to beest.

this is mine own only true desire f'r the future.

[ 2 months without self half harmeth, 2 years without a sucide attempteth ]

This will eventually be a comic but for now have the Shakespearean version.

when your stomach is really mad at you and you're not sure which one of your fourteen unhealthy lifestyle choices is causing it