Sketched Out A Design Of A Nightwing Based Off Of This Post By @otiksimr , Its Just So Genius I Had To

Remember kids

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a meme

top panel is jess from new girl sobbing, crying labelled as "me reading tragedy in a book"

bottom panel is charlie kelly from it's always sunny in philadelphia shouting with murder written on a whiteboard behind him and is labelled "me writing tragedy in a book"

I CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE

ꜱʜᴏᴡ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ (ɪɪ)

fear - open mouth - backing away - fake smiles - hugging themselves - long / dragged breaths - rocking

jealousy - snide remarks - darting looks - self-deprication - visible judging - folded arms - arguing a fair point

hurt - steadying breaths - overly bobbing head - teary - anger - trembling - pressed lips - insisting everything is 'fine'

lying (ticks) - picking at nails - touching hair - licking lips - laughing too loud - avoids subjects - won't meet eyes

worry - reaching out physically - pursing lips - looking to others - reassuring smiles - looking you up and down - tilted head - sympathetic nod

shame - will not meet eyes - feet turned away - teary - desperate - fidgeting - begging

humiliation - lashes back - cheeks flush - palms turn sweaty - face frowns -> brows scrunch, lips pull back - teary

love - looks for approval - blushing / turning red - clammy palms - nervous around certain people - laughs hard - turning clumsy - slip of thought

Hose sucked in by fire Tornado

Art by Priya Kakati

Thank you so much it’s so cute 🥰🥰🥰

Hey, I absolutely love your work and your short stories and I always think they are so sweet and they never fail to make me smile. 🥰 I was wondering if it was possible to request one with Hunter and he braids his S/O’s hair.

Hello and thank you! I'm glad these stories make you smile.

Hunter never really did much with his hair. The bandana seemed to work well and he never grew it out too long. He loved your hair though. He loved the way it felt and smelled. He loved watching you play with it.

You had already been awake for awhile and sighed to yourself, thinking you might as well just pull your hair back into a bun again.

"What is it," Hunter asked, looking over to you as he finished his ration bar.

You shrugged. "I'm trying to figure out how I want this to look."

"Want me to give it a go?"

"Really?" You turned and looked at him. He was completely serious. You shrugged and handed him the brush.

Hunter moved the brush through your hair a few times, loving the feeling beneath his fingertips.

"How about a braid," he asked.

You had tried braiding each other's hair before just for fun and you could see the glimmer in his eye as he clearly remembered that night too. You nodded and he got to work separating your hair into strands. Hunter took his time. There was something about the way he worked that made you feel safe and seen. Every so often he would leave a kiss next to your ear or along your neck. When he got to the end of the braid, he tied it off and peppered kisses on your face. He rarely did that and only ever when you were alone, but you loved his more playful side and found joy in being the person he could really let his guard down around.

He wrapped his arms around you. "You look perfect, mesh'la."

"Thanks to you," you replied.

"No," he assured, "You always look perfect."