party on board

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Redecorating my office with all the standees and keychains I have is a struggle 😭and I still have three small boxes filled with keychains 😩

LEGO BATMAN HEADCANNONS

I had to do it here we go:

  • Before Dick came along, Bruce had never ate any “children” foods (hardly ate anything besides lobster thermidor tbh) like chicken nuggets, mac and cheese etc… So he finally had an excuse to try them and now it’s all he ever eats.
  • Joker is roommates w/ Harley and constantly tries to set her up with some of the other bad girls in town but he always ends up ruining it by squealing too loud when spying on her and her potential date. He blames it on his car.
  • Whenever Dick needs help with his homework Bruce will make him take online tests just to laugh at the dumb names the whole time
  • Alfred was both the mother and father figure for Bruce when he was growing up. Once he almost got into an argument with himself out loud because of his conflicting parental instincts about taking Bruce to the park instead of making him study for a test.
  • On father’s day Dick wrote a really bad heartfelt poem for Bruce and he cried for twenty minutes.
  • If Dick ever almost reveals Batman’s identity to people/talks about going on missions he pauses mid-sentence and starts screaming until they leave.
  • The batfam plays Wii Party (specifically Board Game Island) together on a weekly basis and it’s extremely competitive. I’m talking cheating, pillows thrown and game consoles unplugged. It usually ends in tears and physical fighting.
  • Everyone in Gotham highkey ships Batman and the Joker and it makes for really awkward fights in public (it’s like a sea of fangirls every time they fight it’s crazy).
  • Bruce would sacrifice himself physically/emotionally/mentally/spiritually at any given time if it would make Dick laugh.
  • Speaking of which it’s a tradition for random friends/bystanders to try and make Batman laugh when he’s out doing whatever and it’s only been done twice. Dick broke him once when he interrupted one of Joker’s long monologues during a fight by chucking a traffic cone at his head and it managed to get stuck. The only other time was when Batman and Joker were fighting and Joker was raging about how much he hated him and a little kid just looks up and yells “I THINK YOU NEED SOME WATER BECAUSE YOU’RE THIRSTY AF” and Joker looked so offended and Robin had to take over for Batman because he actually couldn’t stop laughing and didn’t stop talking about it for days.
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Hello everyone ! I’ve just seen a new Emergency Lessons video and they asked everyone to talk about their best friend at school, so:

Victuuri  ♥ Security

An aesthetic board requested by @harlequinade-13 for her lovely Victuuri fanfic Security! The story is so sweet, I recommend it to everyone who likes the pairing! <3

Was looking at houses to get an idea of what’s available in the area and had to share this gem

pretty nice exterior note the double garage

woah, some interesting interior decorating but nice room, looks spacious

is the kitchen carpeted? I’ve looked at this a lot and honestly can’t tell

pretty chill as far as bedrooms go and by far the most normal room in the house

bathroom looks ok

I know this has been super normal outside the 1960s/70s interior design but stick with me

big long room with glaring pink carpet. that’s not a mirror on the “back wall” like I thought at first, this room just goes. where one the house is this, I thought to myself

my lord, that’s a garage door. they converted their garage and remodeled but KEPT THE DOOR to open to the outside from their sitting/entertainment room

wut

that’s not all, let’s check out the basement

good lord. just take a moment to take it all in. decor again not updated since 1970 (this house was originally built in 1969). the teddy bears on the couch. that weird game in the foreground which I’ve never seen before. sombreros on the walls the FULLY stocked bar. like so fully stocked…

and just to top it all off, the room that utterly horrified me,

I went on two dates recently. 

I had a party, a giant board game night in my studio, and I invited about 10 people, then more and more verbally because it was my first week back from the west coast and I missed these people. 

My friend brought a friend of his. Tall, perfectly square jaw, did I mention tall, dark and handsome. Very tall, and handsome. I told him he looked like a movie star from the 1950s. He texted me the next day, after getting my business card the previous night in hopes of getting his band to play one of my shows. 

We texted a bit. He was inquisitive, curious and open, quick on his feet with my sarcasm. I was hesitant, but I agreed to the date, even altering it to include the small theater down the street from the bar we would meet at. He put his arm around me in the theater and I didn’t feel the panic of a stranger touching me. It was comfortable, no pressure or exception, just two slightly too tall for the tiny theaters seats, trying not to laugh and get comfortable. 

That second meeting, a so called first date, went well enough to warrant a kiss at the end of the night. It didn’t compare to a searing kiss I’d received a year before from what I can only settle to call a lead singer/bad boy. But there was something so sweet and reassuring about this man. Man. Boy. I’m turing 28 this year, and he just turned 22. The years separating us much less than the number of times my stomach twisted about it. 

I’ve never, in my entire dating career dated a 22 year old. Not even when I was 22.

But, I realized the extreme distance in our lifestyles shortly into our 2nd date, and over the course of a few hours dreaded the determination in my gut not to alter this sweet, handsome face. His plans, his passions, so unlike mine. I want to flip a house. I want to build something from crumbling somethings. I wanted to find a career that was fitting to my desire to be outside but to make things beautiful. 

I want to charge, chin up, into challenges because they call to me. I don’t need a lot of money, but happiness and hard work. He wanted to be swept up in love, deep and challenging. I was challenging. I was attractive. I laughed in the face of something that scared me, and continued laughing when I got more scared. And he stared at me, my lips, and my eyes, and my collar bones. The way my hands moved, and that I swigged gin straight from the bottle the night he met me.  

I didn’t want to break or bend him, because he already seemed so willing to bend for me. 

Two dates in and he already confessed that he would do whatever I liked, Whatever I wanted. Dinners, dates, a summer of one sided affection had I chose that… That kind of free reign makes certain people tyrants, not lovers. Not parters.  Yes, you can guide a young lover into a better person, or you can alter their personality to an unnatural degree. They become a pleaser. I’ve been there. I did that, because a handsome man 8 years my senior gave me the kind of affection and attention that gets you drunk off life. That makes you watch movies, listen to music you never liked when you were alone, and spend Sundays doing what they wanted. 

I don’t, nor have I ever, want to sweep someone up in my being. I want to sweep each other away, and stand up, soaking wet laughing and grinning in joy at the next challenge. 

I think about the three specific men I’ve dated in my 27 years that have truly challenged me. To seek more, to move, to fight, to be more. They still do, in their absence from my life. I am more. I am so much. I don’t realize it when I look in the mirror. 

I realize it when I leave a little tiny, speck of myself with someone I could have settled with.  Or maybe changed a little bit. It’s not about change it’s about growth. It’s about the distances you travel together without even realizing it, until you see the mile markers that mark your never ending trip to “home”.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that… dating sucks. Because even when it’s okay. You have to communicate with yourself more than anyone else, before you damage yourself and others.