This Is My Favorite Song

This is my favorite song🤩 <333333

Nothing goes as planned for our boy😔

Also

Tony: hey spidey why do you not fight like strong ppl do?

Peter:

Tony:

she scrungly on my glupp til i shitto

we might not have got a destiel kiss but now every time a fictional guy that people gay-imprint on gets to gay kiss someone on tv, destiel and supernatural trend on tumblr in a tribute to those who paved the way. and so the cycle repeats and castiel’s final words live on.. maybe happiness isn’t in the having after all

no but on a more serious note, and i've touched on it before in a fic, dick's freedom from batman, gotham, the restrictions of robin, came at the price of a life. we could debate all day on whether or not jason todd would have eventually died had he never become robin, but the fact is that he absolutely did and he absolutely did die as robin. maybe the conditions of his death weren't a direct product of being robin, but it absolutely did happen the way it happened bc the role of robin was vacant, and bruce was in active denial over how much dick leaving messed him up, and dick was desperate for a way out of the chains he had found himself in. his freedom, his life away from what he grew up believing was what he always wanted, came at the price of another little boy that he barely knew and only knew bc he was your replacement. you are robin and robin dies except it's. not. you. who dies. someone wearing your costume, living in your home, calling your father his own father, protecting your city, your people-- dies in your name

and then, after he dies, another little boy comes to you and says "you have to go back. you have to be robin again". and you can't bear it, you can't go through it again, you're hoping against hope that robin stays dead forever bc if you couldn't keep it alive, who could? and then that little boy, after trying to get you to fill the vacancy, becomes robin in your place. because you won't do it. and you already know what's going to happen, what's going to keep happening, but you've already sacrificed so much, you've already given up all that you are, all that you were, to live the life you now have, but it feels so goddamn selfish. you could go back, you could make things right, you could make it so that no one else will ever have to bear the mantle of robin ever again, ensuring that no one else dies with the name your mother gave to you

but you dont. and you cant. so it keeps happening. over and over again. you cannot protect them in any way that matters.

becoming a monk and marrying God due to tragic and unrealistic desire for a 24/7 sadomasochistic relationship with a morally flawless top

dont forget to wear your glasses during the eclipse!