ranpo who is a lap cat vs fukuchi who thinks he's a lap cat

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ranpo who is a lap cat vs fukuchi who thinks he's a lap cat

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< / NECKLACE MADE OF TEETH >
tie me down crowing about a crown of flowers curl my palm into the hollow of your cheek (oh my god drown me) and here we have the soldier hands covered in blood and knives (and something else;but we don't talk about that) look how the blind man cries tonight see these bones on the grass frost building in the cavity between your ribs and your skin SCREAMING MURDER IN THE HALLWAY (THIS IS THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN HEAR YOURSELF THINK THIS IS THE ONLY WAY ANYONE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE) you, love, you, goldfinch climbing windowsills creep in the dead of night, cicatrix spiderwebs here, here, here, in the small of your back (can you feel me, here, crawling into your skin?can you feel me sewing our palms together, goldfinch?) "and the world will revel in wonder and delight--"
MOVING ON
i had a plan to write you a poem with lyrics from phantom of the opera but after talking with you last night i realised i need to let you go. So this is it. This is my attempt at moving on. I will forget your lies. Forget the moments of bliss where you’d stop and stare. Try not to think of the love that shone through your beautiful eyes (windows to your beautiful soul) I’ll not think of the tender sighs, the sweet breaths, those words of sentiment and enchantment I did learn to love you. You made me love you. And then you moved on. It’s my turn now. Not even a week, but like you said. “Don’t dwell on it.” How could I not, when you were my first? But I’ll try. For you. My red-head phantom. But most importantly? For me.
( x o x )
a reminder for the idiot that keeps crawling back
stop comparing me to the sun, i like the stars better, stop texting me at 3 am, i'm actually trying to get sleep now. stop quoting that godamn song i've already thrown away that CD. stop trying to break your way in through the cracks in my skin and stop trying to push me back into the ocean, it's the winter, and you know i don't want to swim. please stop talking to my friends because they want to hear from you even less. you came into our lives and broke a few hearts and smashed a few bowls. i don't need to back to stop my breathing, because everytime you start to talk i start to shake, and shaking leads to screaming at 4 am when you've stopped texting already. anyways, you can't see the sun at 3 am, only the stars, so why are you trying to get a sun tan then? you're a fucking idiot because the only thing that gives you a sun tan is the sun, but you're too afraid of getting a sunburn
THE WORLD IS BURNING
the world is in revolution, kids are dying on the streets and there is screaming at all hours of the day. your oppressive ways have got to go because the world has finally took off the 'cool and collected' mask that stated everything bad happened "in the olden days". each new thing is like another crappy plate broken after a breakup. everything's adding fuel to the fire and soon the whole world be up in flames, and it's a real revolution. when i was younger they told me all those things were cured. they told me that war didn't really happen anymore, and that people just didn't die for nothing, and they told me that racism was a thing of the past, it didn't leak into everyday life anymore. so I believed that they were all gone, but it's time to open your god damn eyes and realize that there's a reason the world is burning up. recently i watched this movie ((you all know what is, its named after a singing bird)) and this girl said "what if real life was like this" but as I sat there I realized that there was almost nothing different. ((except that was fiction, and this is real life)) please wake up and smell the burning before it's too late, and you're caught up in the flames. this world is in revolution, and no one's going down without a fight.

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corner store crybaby
"oh, there you are", and i’m not sure where i’m supposed to have been here we are again angelflower tying stones to our chests and waiting to drown (this is okay, i swear to god, or something like that isnt that what i’m supposed to say?) i want to set the world on fire, gaslit galaxy isnt it so fitting? isnt it just perfect? i wonder how many astronomy problems you havent solved and you say, "god this isn't important right now how can you be a god when you're not immortal" sometimes i think you can feel me bleeding from 1643 miles away this isn’t neverland anymore-- what are you afraid of? something about cornfields and misery heartbeats and almost like you said something you shouldn’t have,isn’t it? you’re always so proud, you’re always so hungry. by god, you old man, you weathered, withered, beast grab a shovel, grab whatever you can this isn’t neverland anymore-- this isn’t andromeda,no galaxy here, no stars or planetary confinement, and you were never icarus.
my mine
god, what would i give what would i give just to kiss you again “our combo move” “our thing” to kiss you to kiss you and bite your lip til you groan bite your tongue til you suck in that breath suck in that breath and surge forward push me into the mattress kiss me til we’re both breathless breathless on us god, what would i give what would i give to touch you again touch your beautiful skin trail my tanned fingers across your pality kiss your chest your stomach anywhere i can reach, though you hate yourself though you think you’re chubby (you’re not) i just want to tug on your hair again that blooming copper blush my little male empusa my charmander my charizard (better than a dragonite, no matter what you say) im not one for changing opinions but id do anything to have you back in my arms to stretch my arms across your wide back, those muscles you work so hard for god, you’re still mine you’ll always be mine “only if you want to it’s a deal” its a stupid deal how dare you ask me that how dare you i want to suck on your neck like the first few times until the bruise blossoms that tag that label “Mine.” i am no poet i am no artist like you but one day i will write you etch your name into the paper as i wish you’d etch your love into my skin as you used to
( x o x )
soulmate
god, just fill me fill me with your love fill me with yourself fill me with anything thats not what i feel now i know im selfish im hoping you’re sad hoping you’re distraught even i hope you’ve cried i hope you’ve mourned the things we never did luna no. no. newcastle edinburgh god what’s the point i hope you’re as sad as i am worse ? i hope i hope i wish i wish i wish tuesday never happened the part where everything stopped the part where the red string was cut oh god, and writing this writing this, i remember “soulmate”, you said “soulmate”, after such a short time well if i am your soulmate, as you lied said things will be okay we’ll get back back from the nothing the red string was never cut it has a knot, it got tangled like the movie you never saw that red string that ties us together red as your hair that red string if you were right you probably weren’t it is tangled, never broken, never cut, always there haha writing this writing this has given me some sense of fucked up optimism three poems in one day, god, how pathetic all because of some shit you said in the early hours of the morning, delirious delirious on us, just as i was “soulmate”, you said soulmate I’ll hold on to that.
( x o x )