I believe in poems that stain the mouth

|| by the way I love this.

@a-silentguardian.bsky.social [text] Favor?

@sn32557038.bsky.social [Text] Got a few hours? I need some help taking down a pack of Leaguers.

Starter for @realpunkrock.bsky.social - Recruiting into the New House of El - After his encounter with his former mentor (ie, abuser) Bruce takes the small chip into the bedroom, in the dark, and sits at the end of the bed. The moon glow haunts the card, making it apparent he /is/ meant to do-

The windstorm brings new smells: ancient, dusty, /old/. A familiar and particular smell that drives home a memory so deeply embedded in his mind that it's long forgotten until that very moment. The curtains flutter and flap, a strong breeze cooling the house down through open windows that now drag-

Don't tell my husband... but I have a huge crush on this guy. Phew.

Date night with the hottest guy I know @realpunkrock.bsky.social

New fire pit.

There's a space he can't quite escape, where dreams and memories become a reality. Good or bad, they're all real. Monsters that guard his consciousness, looming over him, triple the size. -

No matter what he does, Clark keeps him at a distance, and Bruce can't blame him. Arms length. Is he so different? Was he that terrible? He knows he was. Bruce has always struggled with depression, and that much will never change. But he knows how to keep a bead on it now. Memories keep coming-