THE GORGE (2025) Dir. Scott Derrickson

It's literally perfect, THANK YOUU 🫶

Here to rerequest a DC matchup! Saw the update. It’s pretty much the same as the old ask ^^ happiest 1k, Cressie! • outgoing, oftentimes reserved. - coffee / tea date! Anywhere, as long as we have fun. - adult - no ideal type, but humor>> - ESTP/ENFP - cancer sun - black hair, gray eyes, 5’2. 💙

walk in the sand, stars in our hands

"This feels weird." You mumble, thumb forcing the lighter on, flinching at the fire. "Are you sure you knew what you were doing?

Dick rolls his eyes. "Of course I did. Come on, it's not going to be this warm forever, you know?"

"It's already high tide." You huff, helping him light his sparkler.

"Now make a wish." He grins.

"These aren't shooting stars."

"They are if you do this—" He steps back and runs with the sparkler, drawing lines in the air, and he raises his voice. "Come on! Make a wish!"

Your lips curl up in fondness as you close your eyes. May every summer be like this forever and ever.

Headcanons:

#1 supporter of your violin playing. He does not care if you don't have recitals. When you practice, he's throwing his hands into the air to cheer

You guys walk Haley together!! Haley loves you. Dick jokes about how she likes you more than him (which is vv much true)

Also, he takes photos of you when the two of you are out so he can add it to an album of photos of the two of you on dates

Coffee dates happen a lot! The two of you will stop for coffee or tea while out walking Haley

Also, the two of you go wander in the city a lot! dates without destinations :D while u two talk n catch up on life

if i'm making tim asian, im Going to give him the asian right of passage experience (bowlcut......)

(this was a twt drawing request :])

REBLOG THIS IF YOU WANT EVERYONE TO BOOP YOU NONSTOP

High ponytail diluc!

ATTENTION: Please help to report this TikTok video that is circulating, capturing Driver 63 at the urinals at the Australian Grand Prix.

User 63CEDES on Twitter has called this out, and has made a better statement about this asking for the help of Mercedes and AUS GP to help get this taken down.

This is the video in question. For the record, I'm only posting the link so that people can report it.

I know that the drivers are famous and all that, but taking videos of anyone in the bathroom is just so fucked up and inappropriate. Drivers are people too, and they deserve privacy- this video is such a disgusting violation of their privacy and safety.

Un-anoning myself rq, THANK YOU SO MUCHH It's perfect!

requested by anon: santa oscar

Hi 🌟,

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If you can’t donate, could you please share or reblog my pinned post? Your support in spreading the word would mean a lot to us. 💪

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Thank you so much for your kindness and support! ❤️

Ofc! 🫶🙏 praying you get the donations you need.

>> You trace the familiar shoulder of the robin you’ve known for years, offering him a smile. >> I've always been a Grayson girl, but THIS has got me in my feels. Mm, he sees your vulnerable moments as only you get to see his. Such, was a pact you both made after a hard night of patrol.

There’s something about how you ground him in fights. Soft tap on his shoulder as you take out a sharpshooter about to take aim. You may be wearing gloves, but it’s still your signature warmth. You know each other so well. So much so, that he knows all your tells and you know his. He knows of the rare times when you need to fall to your knees and cry. You know when leadership takes its toll on him, weariness hidden behind a facade of confidence and smiles. >> adding to my past ask >> 🐈

STOTP!?!?!? THIS IS SO CUTE

Dick catching you before you fall, cold hands grounding you as you stare up at him on the verge of a breakdown and he lets you cry into his chest??? just like how he cries into yours?? exploding and dying

Hear me out, one of Jaime Reyes's love languages is physical touch

There's the soft texture of the cozy blanket, rewashed, colors slightly running, but it still feels like home as he drapes it over your sleeping form. He thinks that somehow, the texture of your skin is the most calming thing ever since you've gotten to that stage of the relationship where he's so cuddly, it hurts. After he gets the scarab, all he remembers is your ginger touch on his back, gently in awe of the soft blue glow on his back. Reassuring him at the end of days, after patrol. Soft touches on his face, arms, everywhere, to check that he's okay makes all of this worth it for him. >>Another one from my daydreams! To one of my favorite Jaime authors, all the best, >> 🐈

OH MY GOD!>!!?! THIS IS SO CUTE STOPPP

Jaime and you under the covers in the morning as the sun peeks past its blinds?? And you snuggle closer into his chest because it's too bright??? as he presses you into his chest to shield you from the light?? n sleepy morning kisses as he wakes up!??!? exploding right now thank you anon

515 words, part 1 here! angst again, but I promise that we’re getting closer to comfort. Stay strong, Logan fans. I believe in you!

>> Warm thank yous for the warm reception 🫶. Ofc, this is all based on @disneyprincemuke ‘s amazing vr!universe.

Before you go, I wrote this fic with these songs in mind; tolerate it and story of us by taylor swift

He takes a brisk walk outside of your shared apartment. You’re behind him, running to catch up.

However, you’re stopped by multiple fans, and he doesn’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse.

It’s just another reminder of how different you both are.

Equal halves of the same puzzle, the same puzzle that become unequal, and one continues to grow as the other withers.

Logan doesn’t get stopped by anyone. And he bitterly wonders if it’ll be that way for the rest of time.

The taste of metallic blood tinges as he bites his lip too hard.

Of course, he’s never had a problem being just a planet orbiting around you and your bright stardom, akin to the sun. But, is that really all there is to him? Is that all he’s ever going to be?

He can hear you mingle and brush away fans after a few minutes, yelling at him to stop walking. It chips away at him, hearing your normally confident voice wobbly, but he reminds himself that at the end of the day, you’re going to find someone better.

He manages to avoid you for the next few months. Lovelorn, eyes downcast as he sees you on the news.

That’s all you are to each other now. Strangers passing by.

Intersecting lines are worse than being parallel, after all. You meet once and then it becomes nothing, something, only in the past.

He tells himself that he expected it, it was simply a matter of time.

Time is the cruelest factor. Your original plans to go on a trip together, the Disneyland plans for your anniversary, dashed, and gone.

You’ve always laughed together about the cliches of being a couple, being spotted at places together was something you snorted at. But to him, it was everything.

He was always fine with your level of success and fame versus his. But as time passed, it rusted the shine of young love.

The news articles splash you with stinging headlines and speculation.

They’ve taken one of two sides, either blaming you for changing after your short and seemingly effortless taste of fame. Or, blaming Logan for relying sheerly on your prolonged successes.

It hurt. But imagining him, reading all this, swallowing it whole, vulnerable and essentially left with the worst side of the break-up, hurt more.

That was the first time you’ve fully considered that you two weren’t together anymore.

Twin flames burning too close to the other’s side of the wick.

You see him tomorrow, at a quick press conference that was supposed to be your somewhat victory lap. It’s now seemingly become a celebration of what you’ve lost, you realize, as your eyes meet his.

Practiced speeches splayed on your side of the table from your PR team. They feel empty, without you two sitting beside each other. Each other who used to nudge and use every trick in the book for conferences like this to go off rails.

All traded for a simple and quick end to your long story together. A clean flourish of your shared history.