Sammyisstressed - Sammy :]

you might bethinking "its so over" but the sun will rise tomorrow and youll be like "omg. its so back." remember this

I MET THEM (yea it was like a month or two ago but I haven't been able to go on here so I'm posting it now) MY GOD THEY WERE SO SWEET AND KIND

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Master Dick Grayson and his wee Padawan Damian Wayne

practicing my logan and then doodled em

Yea man

Men who only have a soft spot for... her

He’s a problem. A walking, talking... paradox of sharp edges and soft hands—except the soft is reserved for her and her alone. To the rest of the world, he’s all business: measured words, steady hands, a gaze that doesn’t waver. But the moment she walks into the room? His composure unravels, just a little. Enough for his fingers to twitch, for his breath to catch, for something unbearably fond to settle behind his eyes.

It’s... pathetic, really. He knows it. She could ask him for the world, and he’d set it at her feet without a second thought. Hell, she could ask him to kneel, and he’d do it. Not because she wants power over him—no, she doesn’t even realize what she does to him—but because she’s her. His undoing. His salvation. The only thing that makes this whole godforsaken life worth it.

He watches her across the room, the way she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way she bites her lip in concentration, completely unaware of the fact that he’s starving for her. It’s not just want. It’s not even need. It’s something deeper, something that’s settled into his bones and taken root in his bloodstream.

She turns, catches him staring. Raises an eyebrow, amused.

“You good?”

Not even close. But he smirks, tugs at the knot of his tie like it’s strangling him. “Yeah, sweetheart. Just thinking.”

Thinking about how he’s never letting her go. About how she could walk him straight off the edge of the world, and he’d follow without hesitation. About how he’s already ruined for anyone else, because she’s it. The only light in his life, the only thing that makes him human.

And God help him, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?