Things I did write here:
— English is not my first language, so maybe there's some mistakes.
— I don't take requests. I just write to vent or feel better.
— Please, aways check the warnings before reading! I write about sensitive topics.
and this is how I deal with my daddy issues
‼️please help me get a wheelchair‼️
hello, my name is leo, or more commonly known as ‘lav’ on here.
i’ve been dealing with debilitating chronic pain for over 10 years and i really need a wheelchair. i haven’t gotten much help from my healthcare system, being fat and afab has really fucked me over while trying to seek medical attention..
i am still fighting to completely figure out what’s wrong with me, but for now i know that i have several bulging discs in my lower back, as well as scoliosis. (as well as medically recognised POTS).
my pain is getting worse and worse, and i barely leave my home since walking and being upright in general hurts so much. a wheelchair would improve my life immensely, both physically and mentally.
i am currently on disability benefits, which pretty much is the lowest income group in sweden, and saving up for a wheelchair myself would take a very long time.. i will of course also be saving up as much as i can and putting into an account meant for wheelchair funds.
so i’m asking you to donate if you want to and if you are financially able to, and if not, please reblog this.
i have found a good chair that is also accessible to a fat person, and i need 7111 SEK (around 650$) to cover the cost of the chair & the shipping. i have started a gofundme that i’ll be sharing in this post, and i welcome all help, donating just a little helps, and reblogging and sharing the gofundme in general helps immensely too.
thank you so much for reading💜
EDIT: GOAL HAD BEEN REACHED. THANK YOU SO MUCH
can you do Taylor swift lyric 21 with the bat family
Never Grow Up
21. “I know that I’m a handful.”
You did your best to hide your smirk by lifting the book in your hands to be closer to your face. Keeping your eyes trained solely on the words, you knew it was only a matter of time before laughter took over your body and you gave yourself away.
It was so perfect, that even you couldn't have planned it to go any better. Sure, you knew what would happen when Jason took a long sip out of the coffee you had dumped way too much salt to be humane into. But you never could have counted on Dick sitting in the seat right across from him, the perfect distance away for your plan that was about to unfurl.
Your brothers mumbled small greetings to each other before going back to whatever it was they had been doing, leaving you to be a stifled mess of excitement.
Jason picked up his coffee mug, unsuspecting eyes glued to the newspaper in his grasp as he did so, and it took everything in you not to burst into a fit of giggles right then and there.
i am yearning to be fucked so hard and deep right now… hit my cervix with the strap like your life depends on it <333
Anonymous asked:
Bruce Wayne and daughter! reader having a tea party with her dolls and stuff animals
A/N: AAHHH ; reader is set to be 20 here, I think this came out more like a drabble/blurb
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"Awh, dad, Alfred, look at this one I found" you call over the two men as you were looking through an old picture album. Stopping at a picture of you and Bruce having a tea party when you were younger
"Ah yes I remember this. Master Bruce had bought you a tea set and a new dress and you had invited him to your princess tea party" Alfred explained as he was the one who catered the party with cookies and small cakes
15 years ago...
"daddy I have to fix your make up!" a little girl holds her make up toy to her fathers face that is lightly dusted with blush.
"Okay, okay sweetheart" and Bruce of course was wrapped around your tiny finger. The tall rather intimidating billionaire businessman now has pink lipstick, blue eyeshadow and blushed cheeks to attended a tea party with stuffed animals. He was seated at the table set he bought you, on a chair much to small for him. If anything a good percentage of his weight was on his feet so he wouldn't beak the chair.
You came around the table pouring 'tea' to your guests. He watched as you came to him with a big smile on your chubby cheeks.
"tea daddy?" you asked
"why of course my princess" he said holding out his small tea cup "thank you" he took a sip of the tea and made a face as though it was the most delicious drink he's ever had. Even though it was just some fruit punch. Then took your toy plastic knife and cut the cake Alfred had made you and gracefully served him a slice and yourself a slice you also gave him a cookie. This had to be the most adorable thing you've done this month and honestly it's made his day a lot better.
To come home from a long stressful day at his office to see you turning around in your little princess dress. Sting your most grand tea party with him being your special guest of the night. While some parents may not have time for this or think that it's silly he from one will do this until your all grown up if you had asked him to.
You had been asked him to make a toast in honor of the tea party. Clearing his throat he raises his cup and says
" ladies and gentlemen thank you so much for inviting me to your tea party In honor of our beautiful hostess i'd like to say thank you for throwing such a fabulous party with such delicious food and drinks" he tapped his cup with yours. That’s what Alfred had snapped the picture to save into the album for memories. Safe to say when he had left the room for a moment he came back to find you rubbing at your sleepy eyes. Meaning it was just about time to get you in bed.
“Awh you even let me do your make up that day” you said smiling to your father
“Mhm, and i did for the next couple of years as well” he smiled back “and sometimes you still do” he added
“You have really good skin to try new make up looks on” you answer
“ Should I fit your make up bag miss Y/N?” Alfred added in
“Not tonight Alfred, maybe tomorrow” you chuckle.
Even though the picture was over 15 years ago, your father would look at you and still see the same little girl, wanting a tea party. You can see it in your smile, and the way that your eyes scrunch when you laugh. All he can see is his little princess eagerly waiting to do daddy‘s make up to have a tea party together. 
-Kitty 🐈⬛
THE WAY IT MADE AGGRESSIVELY CRY IN ✨️DADDY ISSUES✨️
Daily Batfam Interactions: Part 3
Jason: I hate arrogant pricks like you- always strutting around acting like you're better than us!
Damian: Oh believe me, that is not an act.
Batsis: You really need to stop adopting strays.
Bruce: You say that as if you aren't one of those strays.
Cass: I want to date, shop, hang out, and save the world from unspeakable evil. You know, girlie stuff.
Steph, Babs, Batsis: *nodding*
Jason: Keep loudmouthing me and I'll knock you out.
Tim: Please do, I haven't slept in 3 days.
Batsis: Oh no, we've been kidnapped! Whatever shall we do, big brother?
Dick: Whatever it is, maybe do it with a little less sarcasm?
Batsis, writing her patrol report in glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. God is dead. Nothing matters. There is blood on my hands.
*Bruce, Y/N, and Dick sitting around a table, eating dinner*
Dick: Y/N… well? Do you want to tell your father about what happened at school today?
Y/N: *looks up in confusion* Um… O-oh. I flunked my math quiz.
Dick: No! The other thing!
Bruce: *now concerned* What other thing? What happened at school today?
Y/N: *thinking about it* Oh, the school shooting?
Dick: *clearly exasperated* Yes! The school shooting!
Y/N: *going back to eating* Oh, yeah. Some kid shot up the school.
Bruce: Who shot up the schoo- Was it you?
Y/N: No.
Bruce: Did you get shot?
Y/N: No.
Bruce: Oh. *goes back to eating* What’s this about failing a math quiz?
Dick: Are you serious?! Did you not hear what your child just said?! Kids died at the school!
Bruce: *surprised* I’m sorry, Dick, I-
Dick: Why are you all acting like this is normal? What is wrong with you people?! *gets up and storms away*
Y/N: What’s up his ass?
Bruce: *shrugs and continues eating*
Anonymous asked:
Hiii I was wondering if you could do Batfam x sister reader being Damian’s twin and rather than persuing the same thing as their dad and being a vigilante she becomes a famous singer (ya know famous name and good music) and she releases and album (maybe emails I can’t send idk something) and like family being there for her first sold out concert and yeah just supportive of her carrere
Angst is my thing but I’ll do my best to make this as fluffy as possible. Not beta read, sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know. Hope you like it!
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“Father?”
“Yes?” Bruce was concerned. You kept shifting your weight and fiddling with your fingers. He’s never seen you this nervous before. He tensed, preparing for the worst.
“Iwanttobeasinger.” You blurted, looking anywhere you could that wasn’t his face.
Bruce blinked. “Can you say that a bit slower please sweetheart?”
You took a steadying deep breath. “I want to be a singer.” You said significantly slower.
Bruce let out a deep breath and let his body sag. He’d never been religious but in that moment he thanked whatever was up there for helping him.
You looked at him, confused.
“I thought you were gonna ask to be a vigilante.”
Your face contorted in alarm. “Me? A vigilante? Never.”
He chuckled and then brought attention back to what you said. “So you want to be a singer? How do you plan on doing this?”
“Y-you don’t care?” You questioned in shock.
“Why would I care? You’re my daughter and I will always love and support you. I’m glad you found something you really enjoy and intend to make a career out of it. Finding something you enjoy doing is hard, being able to make a career out of it is harder. If it makes you happy then I’ll gladly help you with it if you need it.”
“Even though it’s a bad career?”
“Some people in it may be bad but it doesn’t make the career bad. Music is all about self expression and is a great outlet for emotions. It brings people together and makes them realize they’re not alone. I think you’ll be an amazing singer.”
You began to tear up but do your best to hold it back, “Thank you father.”
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“I want to be a singer.”
Immediately, everyone stopped talking and looked at you. You did your best to not shrink under the sudden attention. Usually, you never spoke at the dinner table, content to just listen.
“That sounds like a great idea Birdy!” Dick said.
“Lil sis’ gonna be the talk of the town.” Jason smirked at you.
“That’s great! I can’t wait to hear it! Tim exclaimed.
Damian’s reaction is the one you feared the most. He’d always disliked you leaving behind the life of fighting for a mundane one.
“I think that is a respectable profession.”
At your brothers’ approval, you broke out into a wide grin. Bruce was smiling openly at you all and wondered how he got so lucky to have such an amazing, supportive family.
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You were backstage, makeup done, earpiece linked, and microphone ready to go. You were really nervous. This was going to be your first-ever live performance since you released your first album. It was such a hit, it became the number 1 album on the charts a few hours after release, with over 30 million streams. You were stuck in your thoughts when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at the person, it was your father.
"Don't be nervous, you're going to do great. I'm so proud of you. You're so talented and amazing. They're going to love you out there."
"Thanks dad." You smiled. His words warmed your heart. No one ever told you they were proud of you before. Despite what he said, you still felt a little nervous.
After waiting a bit more, it was time for you to get on stage. You heard cheering in the crowd as you emerged from the darkness. Now in the spotlight, your nerves came back tenfold. The bright lights blinded you, but you could still see the silhouettes of everyone who came to see you tonight. There were way more people here than you expected. You stepped up to the mic and adjusted it.
"Hello," The crowd's cheering picked up. You smiled and waited for it to quiet down before continuing. "thank you all for coming. I appreciate every single one of you. You made it possible for me to be standing here right now and I am so grateful. Enjoy the show!" The crowd's cheering picked up yet again as your first song came on.
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You were so tired but so, so happy. The concert was a major success and nothing went wrong. You had so much fun getting to know your audience and calling people up on stage. You got backstage and your whole family was there.
"You did amazing!!"
"You're my new favorite singer."
"She's been my favorite singer, keep up."
"Your voice is unmatched, my dear girl."
"I knew you could do it."
"You were adequate, don't let the praise get to your head."
Your face hurt from grinning, and you could help but feel elated. Your family's support meant the world to you, and you were so grateful for it.
Kara: I had a dream where we fought.
Lena: Who won?
Kara: Me...
Lena: Yeah, definitely a dream!
*they both start laughing*
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I am once again rewriting….So updates coming soon with changes
What if Helena Bertinelli was raised by Bruce Wayne? (and a nonbinary lesbian... because why not?) or Devon Wayne thought they were done with their past but then they see a mysterious figure that feels hauntingly familiar. or This was originally a self-insert work but after finding out Helena Bertinelli was originally Helena Wayne, I found a more interesting way to tell the story. Devon being a non-binary lesbian is purely self-indulgent. I apologize to any Helena fans because I will upkeep no promises to be true to Helena's comic counterpart.
Chapter 3: coming soon
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''There's nothing wrong with your voice. I like how deep it is, and your accent is so beautiful''
GIRL IS THIS A PROPOSAL!??
Anonymous asked:
csn u do annie using her strap on u 🙏🏼
annie using her strap on reade
!: fem bodied reader, no plot
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"fuck annie keep going!" you whine as you girlfriend fucks you with her strap. she had just bought it, you wanted to try something different.
putting her in a mating press and pounding her with your strap, knowing that even though you physically can't- you will still try to pump her full of your cum. the wet sound of your cock thrusting repetitively into her filling up the room as her drooling pussy tries desperately to milk your shaft. "breed me, breed me" you hear her whimper as her legs wind themselves around your hips to pull you in deeper, encouraging you to fuck her more desperately. you don't stop until you cum, overstimulating her in the process and making her mewl and twitch everytime your cock pounds against her cervix
You can call it ''bed rest'' all you want, but I'll still rather call it ''long and annoying state of recovery.''
Do I like being a lesbian?
Yes, of course.
Did I ever wish I liked boys so things could be a bit easier in some parts of my life and I wouldn't feel lonely like I always do?
Absolutely
I don't know if it makes sense (in my head it does), but I feel like this since I realized I'm a lesbian. I don't know where these thoughts come from, but they are there and they are very constant.
And yes, this is one of the reasons I like reading Draken x fem!reader, I would try to be with him.
Reading and writing male character x fem!reader even just liking women all because of daddy issues