#dc comics#dc#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#tim drake#batfamily#batfam#dc fanart
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Belarus
seen from China
seen from Australia
seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Switzerland
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
Okay so not my own unpopular opinion but I have a friend who has always thought Descartes was attractive. Like physically attractive.
SEND ME UNPOPULAR OPINIONS (OR POPULAR, IT DOESN’T MATTER) AND I’LL RATE THEM LIKE THIS:
strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree✔
Ewww You’re friend has weird taste
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
James Joyce
Dubliners
Araby
At some point this morning, my brain decided to start saying "fourteen years" instead of thirteen.
Joycean – Solo (Prod. By Yungking)
Thirteen years ago, I made a choice. I chose the man who is now my husband. I do not regret that choice... but for thirteen years, I have not stopped resenting the fact that I thought I had to choose.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Everybody knows.
Writing Prompt #1
[This is a tale about Thursday. WORDS: spire, hinge, computer, and butcher]
And a fucking headache. Noise piling on top of noise piling on top of the scents of early spring morning. Filling my nose and ears and eyes and lungs till I hardly breathe. The bed’s still warm. Thighs and neck covered in the sweet-tasting bruises of an early spring morning of an early spring love. Hair is moist, cheeks are flushed, I flush the toilet.
Bells ringing, sound dancing over the rooftops from the spire in the distance. Church bells, remind me of a terrifying word of commitment. Lack of liberty. I shudder. Never liked pews much anyways. Hard floor kneeling on before Christ but nothing remains in the air. Unlike the scents of early spring morning. Thighs soaked. Hair pulled. Sweetly ringing. A hand runs over it.
Broken door hinge on the bathroom, want to get to the toilet so I squeeze through. Blood on thighs between hips to knee I wipe. Done in the bathroom I squeeze back up.
Hands fall around black plastic next. Smooth screen with illuminated illusion. Laptop computer I pick up above my head go to open window and watch it fall. Like a butcher I smile at the carnage. What a delicious meal. Curtains close and I fall back with a sigh.
