hand dyed shirt

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MY BDAY HAUL!!!!

first pics are from my parents (Gravity Falls stuff, a COMBAT LIGHTSABER. MADE FOR ACTUAL COMBAT. step dad is a nerd and chose orange for me b/c it represents scholars; a new laptop B/C MY LAST ONE WAS DYING…..)

the cute Baku plush and awesome hand-dyed shirt is from @thecrowmaiden!!!!! <3333 love you Crow!!!! <33333333333333

and the MASSIVE HAUL OF FOOD AND BAKUSTUFF AND CUTE DOODLES IS FROM STEPH (@isahnas)!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THAT AMAZING PIC SHE DREW OF ME AND MY SON… LOOK AT IT…. ISN’T THAT THE SWEETEST THING YOU’VE EVER SEEN??? AAAHHHH

bottom pics are just a compilation of them all!!! AND THE LAST ONE IS OF MY COMBAT LIGHTSABER WITH THE LIGHTS OFF HAHAHAHA

[headcanon] batboys

Hi! I know I said I wasn’t going to write this until I am done with the current requests but since I have a little bit less than 10 requests at the moment, I decided to fill this request. Thank you for sending it in and it’s probably short but I kinda like how it turned out? (I’m not very familiar with how people often come out so I just kinda took a stab at it, sorry if it’s wrong or it offends anyone - do tell me if it does, so I can immediately take it down!). That aside, hope you enjoy!


  • When you first came out to Dick, you simply wore the hand-made, tie-dyed rainbow shirt and told him you were going to Pride and it takes a while for Dick to respond but when he does, his answer relieves you a lot. “Do you need a ride then?” He asks and you sort of just almost wanted to cry right there and then because you had been really nervous about coming out to your siblings (which is why instead of telling all of them in one-go, you decided to approach them one by one on your own). Dick’s words stuck throughout your entire life especially when you are feeling down. “It’s alright, Y/N – you don’t have to try and figure out what to do with life now. No matter what you are or who you do, we will always love you.”
  • Jason had been the next one you told. “I’m coming out.” You had tracked him down all the way to his current safe house – he had been surprised when you popped up beside him as he was drinking on the rooftop and almost dropped the bottle he had been holding before he stares at you. “I’m coming out.” You repeat once more and Jason blinks a few times before nodding his head, accepting your announcement with no reservations like he normally does – just to tease and rile you up. At the end of the night, Jason probably tells you “We’ll be here to support you or something like that – all of these talks about emotions is hard.”
  • Coming out to Tim had been pretty chill, sort of. Tim definitely had a lot of questions about you and your sexuality though thankfully, none of them were condescending or bad which you are thankful for because trying to come out to your siblings who you carry a lot of respect for had been really hard. Tim is lovely too because after you tell him about your sexuality, he had even gone out of his way to do extra research on things the two of you can do together – like attending the Pride parade or even hitting up bars, normal stuff like that.
  • Damian had probably been the most annoying one to come out to mostly because he was very smug the moment you told him about wanting to come out of the closet to him. He crosses his arms. “Tt. I already know.” And you cannot deny the surprise you felt when he had said that although deep down inside, you were very impressed with Damian’s observational skills. “It’s not like I respect you less.” He shakes his head before bumping your shoulder with his. You had worked up the courage to tell him your big secret but the fact that Damian already knew meant that he accepted you as you are. You definitely ignore his protests when you throw your arms out to hug him tightly.
Nerdy girls need love, too

Date a girl who always wears something based on some weird movie or tv show or cartoon. Sometimes it’s obvious, like Princess Leia’s medal-award ceremony outfit. But it’s more interesting if you need to figure it out, like a hand-dyed tee shirt that’s red on the right, green in the middle and blue on the left. (Hint: there’s a circle with an arrow coming out of it on the front at the waist…)

Wildwood

The Wolf Folk came into town that Saturday. All the children at the orphanage lined up along the wire fence to watch them roll in, craning against the sagging wire mesh to catch a glimpse of furry ears or sharp fangs. The bright caravans looked like technicolour train carriages , bouncing over the rocky terrain and winding down the mountain road in a long, serpentine parade. The Sister’s at the orphanage warned them not to get to close. They said the Wolf Folk ate little children like them.

They certainly were unlike anyone Levi had ever seen, but he saw no fur nor fangs. All he saw were beautiful brown people, smiling and laughing in their gaudy entertainer’s garb, bells on their ankles and sashes in their hair. Levi watched one caravan full of children rattle by, brown skinned kids no older than himself staring back at him with wide eyes and gap-toothed grins. They looked happy and bright. He wondered what they’d done to earn the distrustful and wary looks the townsfolk sent their way, and he wondered how they didn’t seem to mind it.

On Wednesday, Levi went down to the stream that ran behind the orphanage. He took his homemade catapult and a bruised apple.

Down by the stream he fished out a few smooth, small stones from the riverbed. He placed his apple on the log that ran across the rushing water and practice a few shots. He knocked the apple in on the fourth try.

“You’re very good at that.”

Levi startled and looked up from his perch. Across the river was a boy he’d never seen before crouched by the river back with his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t from the orphanage, and he didn’t look like he was from town. His skin was brown and he wore patched and faded clothes that, despite their obvious wear and tear, still looked brighter than anything people in town wore.  When he smiled, and he never seemed to stop, a snaggletooth bit into his lower lip. He had the greenest eyes Levi had ever seen.

“You’re one of them folk.” Levi couldn’t bring himself to say ‘wolf’. He wasn’t sure if they called themselves that, or if it was the sort of thing murmured behind hands out of earshot.

“Yes.” The boy looked over his shoulder back the way he must have come. Over the grassy hill rose a column of grey smoke from a nearby campfire. Levi knew the Wolf Folk had set up their camp in the fields neighboring the orphanage grounds, but he hadn’t thought they’d wander. “Can I have a shot?” The boy eyed Levi’s catapult hungrily, grubby fingers twitching on the hem of his cut-off trousers.

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