i don’t want to be angry anymore i’m never going to hate again unless someone says something really stupid or if i see something i don’t like at all or maybe just whenever i feel like it

Peeta: [carrying all the groceries on both arms]

Katniss: [reaches out to help]

Peeta: [switches all groceries to one arm to hold Katniss’ hand]

Katniss: That’s not what I—

Katniss: Okay.

Have you guys noticed how much the internet/technology just does not listen to you anymore? I click “don’t show this artist” on Spotify and I get recommended a music video by them on the front page. I click “skip this update” on a pop up every time I open a file organization app and it’s right back there every time. I click unsubscribe on a newsletter and it keeps showing up in my inbox!! I click “delete my account” and the next time I open the website they suggest I “reactivate”.

# DC — GUESS WHO’S ON A DATING APP ?

001. SUMMARY !

✶ you try a tiktok trend with your boyfriend, their reaction is not calm at all.

002. WARNINGS !

✶ use of pet names (my love, honey, baby, darling), suggestive language (bruce), married!reader (bruce), mention of ending lives (jason).

003. NOTE !

✶ i hope you guys like this and that the characters are not completely ooc. i tried my best but text fics are not something i usually do now, so i’m a bit rusty. also, are there any other text trends you’d like to see? if so, leave them in the comments or on my inbox 🫶

✦ BRUCE WAYNE

How it feels going to bed after reading some words

It was angst

my two emotions after reading a fic that lowk changed my perspective on life

“What are you thankful for this year?”

The amazing authors/editors that kept me fed all year long

Supernatural Rewatch | Dean ꨄ︎ | 1/327

me staring at the search bar trying to decide which fictional man I’ll read about tonight:

collecting these

HOW could i forget this classic

drooling. it's all over the screen.

“so you only like men who would probably kill you?” no i also like women who would probably kill me too. On account of my bisexual nature

do i need to say more?

no saints in safehouses

The safehouse door slammed shut behind you with a rusted metal groan, the sound sharp and final—like a lid sealing on a coffin.

You dropped your bag at the threshold without looking back. Your shoulder was bleeding again—torn wide when the mission started unravelling, torn wider when he got involved. You hadn’t even wrapped it. Couldn’t stand the thought of asking him for help. Would rather bleed out on the floor than let him touch you.

The air in the safehouse was sour. Sweat, smoke, old rot behind the walls. A single naked bulb dangled from the ceiling, flickering every few seconds like it couldn’t decide whether to expose or protect.

Behind you: boots. Slow. Heavy. Cocky.

You heard him exhale like he was bored. Like this whole thing—the mission, the mess, you—was just another inconvenience.

“Y’know…” he drawled, voice low and lazy, like he was savouring the words before spitting them into your spine, “He’s not wrong.”