Reblog If You Think Its Ok To Have Plushies At Any Age

reblog if you think it’s ok to have plushies at any age

Life might be a tad rough sometimes. But at least I have my pintrest boards, wips, vaguely aesthetic Tumblr profile, and music.

Like sure, I'm frustrated. But also there is *aesthetic pretty things* for the required daily dopamine dosage.

sometimes younger siblings are more comfortable to show their vulnerabilities around their big brother than their dad.

this is the case for Dick and his younger brothers.

when arguments escalate between Bruce and his sons, Dick always seems to know and he just happens to be near them. there are times when his younger brothers choose to stop reasoning to Bruce because he's so difficult to get through to and he doesn't know how to handle his emotions well. so Dick steps in and says, "B, that's enough. I got this." of course, Bruce trusts Dick to take care of his younger brothers. when Bruce finally decides to stop, his younger brothers visibly relax. they can finally be vulnerable around Dick, their older brother, who they idolize and admire and love deeply.

Jason doesn't want to admit it but he's really grateful for Dick's presence when he and Bruce have their misunderstandings. Dick doesn't ask on what happened so he just suggests for Jason to teach him how to bake, or ask Jason to narrate the plot of the latest novel he's reading. Jason eventually opens up about what happened and Dick wraps his arms around Jason when he cries.

Tim barely gets enough sleep. so Dick offers his arm for Tim to sleep on. Tim is babbling about his feelings and Dick just lets him talk because Tim is not only intelligent and bright, he can be very sensitive. eventually Tim sleeps, but for only a few hours. so Dick joins him in waking up and they both talk about the latest updates at Wayne Enterprises, or usually about Tim and Kon's adventures.

Dick just usually takes Damian to the backyard of the Manor to either visit the mini barn where Damian's beloved pets are, or to just gaze at the stars when they sit on the grass. Dick is still surprised when Damian opens up. the younger boy usually leans on Dick's shoulder with Alfred the Cat on his lap, when he's becoming sleepy. so Dick listens and replies when necessary. Dick ends up carrying Damian to his room and doesn't leave his side until he wakes up.

The most frustrating experience as a writer is having a clear vision in your mind of the story you want to tell but being too afraid to put pen to paper for fear of failing to do the story justice. I’m so scared that my actual execution will fail to meet my expectations that I’m paralysed to even start.

One of my favorite dichotomies in writeblr is the circulation of two opposite but true ideas:

A) Don't stop writing.

B) It's ok to not be writing.

Both of these are true simultaneously.

A) If writing is your passion, if its something you love to do so so much then do what you can to prioritize it. This is permission to hold off on the laundry or the dishes and give yourself a night to order food delivery and write until your heart is content. It's also a reminder that you love to write so don't give up on it or yourself

B) When all of your spoons are dirty, bent, broken, or just plain gone, it is also ok not to write. The water that hardens the egg softens the potato so when you feel like a potato in a boiling pot, your writing can wait. It will always be there for you. It's not judging you or calling you names (but if it is, you can tell it to stuff it because you are its deity). Give yourself the grace to know that hard times are temporary and you *will* get back to writing. Forever doesn't exist.

I really hope that you see whichever type of post you need when you need it. Keep thriving, friends <3

"are you okay?" no I got way too attached to a fictional character and now they're dead