but if you never try

Les Chevaliers…

I am so done with this. *throws the pastel monster down*

Sterek: *becomes way too popular*

Jeff: Alright, I’ll just ban Sterek from TW events and give Dylan and Hoech less scenes so the fandom will give up and stop shipping them.

Sterek fandom: *becomes larger and makes Sterek even more popular*

Jeff:

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did some facial ref practice with the vento aureo gang also @ davidpro part 5 when????

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the fact that you’re alive is a miracle
just stay alive, that would be enough

Some days, I just really need you all over again. I recognize the fact that I ought to be without you–and I’ve become very good at being alone–but sometimes I just don’t want to be. Sometimes I need you to slide your hands down to my hips and to pull me into your chest like I mean as much to you as I used to. Some days it’s comforting to just remember what it was like to be addicted.
—  🖤

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.

sjw tumblr: “don’t tell me what it’s like to live as a poc in america!”

me: then don’t tell me what it’s like to live as a white person, either

although if finnrose is canon.. I get it’s disappointing not to finally see gay rep or to get a payoff on finnrey but it would be good if people didn’t sling hate at it or write it off as “yet another het ship” bc there’s not a lot of representation for interracial relationships in big-budget films and especially not between two poc so Yea

usnavi needed a lil time to buffer after seeing vanessa in her red dress