𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚

// can't believe i missed it this year. i'll get the next one, trust.

Man, I love you.

Me, watching Dick say this: Is this what they call a dick move?

"I honestly have no idea."

Don't tell Donna that I saw her smiling.

Yoooou don't like that one.

Me, walking next to Gar in bear form: Bear with me.

Would you hold and rub my hand while we talk.

// bigger stuff eventually. my laptop charger broke 🥲

"If I say yes, would you believe me?"

"Oh, please. Black Bat was my sister's name."

Pointing at the blue on his shoulder, "Nightwing."

"HOLY F—OW!"

"... Wait. Actually? Oh... That's ten times better, thanks."

Desperately need someone to crack my spine or turn it to jelly.

A few deep breaths later, he thinks he has it all together.

... He doesn't and he's still struggling to keep a straight face. Who is he trying to fool? This is gold.

"I'm sorry for eavesdropping, it's just—" a teeny tiny laugh escapes and he gasps, "it's just... wow."

Oh, those are not the same thing—?

I jest.

You know where I'm from and it's close enough to hell. Sorta.

He's peeking because the sounds are... intriguing, for lack of better words. Lips pursed together in a thin line as he holds his laughter in.

... This is amazing.

This far away from home? Where are you even from anyway?

Kinda miss him.

These videos of a gentleman playing Dracula in an amusement park keep going around in my feed.

SERIOUSLY?

I mean, hey. What are the odds!

Away from home solo mission.

(Obviously, very enthusiastically) wahoo.

Blüd morning even though it's not morning in Blüd (it is where I am).

// guess who got a little break 😋

// forgot to say replies will be spotty!! all over my accounts!! until God Knows When. i'll probably spend my free time posting for shits and giggles on @breakreality.bsky.social

// hi i've been busy with school and prepping for a campaign. if you see this account online, that's Leo. let him have his fun

((Because, why shouldn't I play all the cards in my deck, yk?

My butt feels heavy. Somebody hold it.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎.

— B̸R̸U̸C̸E̸ W̸A̸Y̸N̸E̸ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍

"Tuesday," he repeated.

"Where are we going again?" this one, he genuinely couldn't recall.

Getting up seemed like too much effort, he chose to settle with laying down there while blinking the sleep away and setting aside the fact that his body was aching all over—besides, it miraculously went away the moment he spoke to Donna.