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I made a meme

YES 😌

"just write the story you want to read!" they said. well, guess what, now i have 14 unfinished drafts because apparently, i want to read 14 different stories at once.

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

Jason still counts his steps to fight back anxiety/panic, just like he did whenever he tried to escape from Arkham.

northern lights will always remind me of zayne

There’s literally northern lights in my city like every other week and somehow I always fucking miss them like HOW WAS I BORN AND RAISED HERE BUT IVE NEVER SEEN THE AURORA BOREALIS!!

[ How To Train Your Doctor ]

MC thinks she can escape her doctor’s scolding by offering flattery. Maybe some sweets will work next time?

“I’m writing,” I say as I pace around my room listening to the same song for the 19th time, daydreaming about the general *vibe* of my story.

✵ —; Hello! This is Kal. I am of legal age and I like reading fanfics and I sometimes write (mostly poetry). I am trying to break out of my comfort zone and get back on writing fanfics and perhaps continue my OCs stories that are rotting on my backlogs. Anyhow, I might only be focusing on writing my pookie Jason Todd but that's still up for a debate with myself (we do not get along.)

I hope to have meaningful interactions with y'all and a fun time reading and writing on this platform. See you around! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

You can also see some of my works on ao3!

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「𝗦 𝗘 𝗥 𝗜 𝗘 𝗦」

to you, my boy wonder : a poetry series for my beloved, jason todd

part 1.

「𝗢 𝗡 𝗘 - 𝗦 𝗛 𝗢 𝗧」

soon...

「𝗣 𝗟 𝗢 𝗧 𝗜 𝗗 𝗘 𝗔 𝗦」

please kindly tag me if you're going to use any of my plot ideas. thank you so much!

JASON TODD:

soulmate au

momma!reader x papa!jay x baby boy

to you, my clever boy, my boy wonder. to you, who i will never know. to you who will never be saved. to you, my space boy. to you, my castor, my pollux, my rigel. for you, there will be thousands of stars to burn your name. for you, there will be explosions unmade and you will be ageless. to you, my forever far away boy. to you, a million light years away from me.

to you, jason todd. for you my forever far away boy.

me: *opens document to write* brain: let’s rethink the entire plot instead

I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

god bless anyone who comments on ao3

there are some ships out there that do not speak to me personally but i am an understander for. like i see what you are seeing. it just doesn't personally intrigue me. but i support you. you're right. we don't need to fight, let us hold hands.

i have this poetry/prose series called "to you, my boy wonder" and really inspired by jason todd AHAHAHAHA but i just dony go parading and saying it on fb coz that's the platform my writing account is "a lil" known for. also idk? i want to keep my delusion to myself BAHAHAHAH but tumblr is a free space so im going to post it here with jason todd tags HAHAHAHAHA

the series is a bit angsty because I LOVE ANGST :)) anyways its actually coming to an end but im dragging it as longer as possible BHAHAHAHA

i feel like this is the start of me creating a masteelist because i want to get back on writing fanfics again.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEE HEAR ME OUT WITH ALL MY IDEAS

*cups ao3 author's face in my hands gently* please. you are the only one who understands the blorbos correctly. you must write more.

Bruce: TIM! Are you ok? I heard screaming

Tim, in tears: I had a nightmare about the duolingo owl

Bruce, who's parenting books have not prepared him for this: ....what

Jason, from the other room: HOOT HOOT

Tim: screaming

Thoughts of sylus leaning down towards you when you talk to him, catching a whiff of his cologne and feeling his warmth when he's this close to your face, not because he can't hear you in the noisy crowded area but more like him being so interested in you and whatever you're talking about ♡

"you are always welcome to come home, son."

“I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939