how i miss talking to you

It’s scary how fast things can change. What I mean is, it’s scary how quickly two people can go from talking to each other every single day, to not talking at all ever again. It’s almost as if nothing ever happened between them in the first place. They walk out so quickly from each other’s lives as if they never even cared. I guess it’s scary to me how fast people can throw other people away in an instant.
—  j.t.l

brianiswikyd  asked:

I would love to hear your Master Chief headcanon, mostly how he is autistic. Not in a "screw you, nuh-uh" kind of way but more of a genuinely interested way.

Admittedly, this is the headcanon I have the least solid evidence for, but here goes.

1) Master Chief clearly misses a lot of social cues in conversations.  You especially see this in Halo 4 every time someone who isn’t Cortana tries to talk to him.  Before that game, I coulda maybe just thought he was the stoic, silent type, but now I believe he’s straight up neurodivergent.  And none of the other spartans you meet in the games (at least the games before 5 anyway) are like that, so I don’t think it’s because of the way he was brought up or socialized.

2) Master Chief has incredible focus.  It’s one of his greatest assets, actually.  Occasionally it gets him into trouble, as he gets so set on a goal that he misses the bigger picture (like how he almost sets off the Halo in the first game), but mostly it’s what allows him to just keep going on these crazy missions and stay clearheaded.

3) There’s no reason he needs to keep his helmet on at all times.  Like, even between missions or during long travel sequences or while sleeping he has it on.  Once again, this isn’t true for any of the other characters, including other spartans.  So I figure he might be prone to sensory overload or overstimulation and his helmet/armor helps him regulate his sensory input.  

Anyway, those are my thoughts.  Once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it.  

Daveed Diggs x Reader: What’d I miss?

a/n: I’m currently working on a super loooong Daveed fic and I needed a small break so I decided to write this and make it shorter. Maybe. I don’t like ending fics.

Summary: You’re in New York and Daveed is on a month visit in Oakland. And you miss him. A lot. (happy ending I promise)

Tw: angst(ends happy), long distance, smut references, depression, loneliness, anxiety

Words: 1779

Pages: 4.5

“What’s wrong y/n?” Your friend asks watching you flop around on the couch. You moan lazily and stretch out your arms.

“I miss him so much,” You whine, wanting Daveed to be right next to you holding your hand. “How am I supposed to go through two more weeks of this?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you call him?” F/n asks.

“He’s probably sleeping right now but we always talk at least once when he wakes up,” You explain, looking at the clock and seeing it’s almost noon.

“What’s the time difference?”

“He’s about 3 hours behind us so hopefully he’s up soon,” You sigh.

“Well I’ve got stuff to do today and I don’t have time to see you mope around. You wanna come with me or not?” F/n questions, standing up to leave.

“Nah, I’m good, I’ll just stay here.”

This had been the case a lot since Daveed went back to Oakland. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be coming back to New York but it was always hard for you to be away from him. It was very easy for you to get lonely though. The only thing you seemed to care about since he left were your phone calls and video chats. You would never let him know how you were feeling though becuase you wanted him to enjoy his time and not worry about you. He already knew your past and how easily you could fall into depression so you were always careful not to sound too distressed when talking with him, but you weren’t sure if you could help it this time.

“Hey Daveed,” You sigh happily, your smile evident even through the phone.

“Oh god y/n, how’s my baby girl?”

“I’m okay, I just miss you so much,” You tell him, longing to feel his body against yours. “But don’t worry about me. How are you?”

“I don’t know. All I can think about is how much I just want to feel you again.” He pauses for a brief moment before continuing. “Last night I woke up and was cold so I rolled over to wrap my arms around you, but you weren’t there. It’s always weird not waking up next to you but last night I just got really homesick.” You can hear the pain in his voice as he recalls the event.

“But you are home,” You choke out, his story being something you had experienced many times before.

“I would be if you were here.”

The line is quiet as you both stop talking momentarily. You never thought that Daveed would be struggling with this as much as you, but maybe he was. That just hurt you more. You try and stop thinking about it but it’s just too hard and you feel tears coming.

“Y/n, are you okay? You’re really quiet,” He asks, concerned. He hears sniffling and begins worrying.

“U-um, yeah, I’m okay,” You lie.

“Skype. Now.” He demands before he disconnects the call. You get incredibly anxious knowing that he would question why you were so upset, which only leads to more tears streaming down your face. Daveed’s name comes across your phone and you have no choice but to pick it up. He has a worried look on his face the moment you see him.

“Oh no baby, please talk to me,” He pleads, hating the state you’re in.

“I’m being overdramatic, I’m so sorry,” You respond, trying to clear away the water pooling in your eyes.

“Y/n, have you been taking your meds?” He questions, furrowing his eyebrows. This comment really hurt you, as you had been. It made you feel like there was something wrong with you beyond fixing. “Oh god, you stopped didn’t you? Why would you do this to yourself y/n?” He asks, shaking his head. “It hurts me too, not just you.”

You lose it at this point, letting the phone slip from your hands as you rest your head on your knees and bawl. You know he means well but it’s just not what you needed to hear. You remind yourself that nothing he could say would possibly make you feel better. The only thing that would ever help would be him by your side. You can hear the muffled sound of Daveed’s voice coming from the device below you and you know it would be wise to explain yourself.

You bend over and pick up your phone, hands shaking as you do so. Daveed is rambling on loudly and you can see he’s on the verge of tears.


He focuses on you.

“I’m still taking my meds,” You sternly tell him although your voice doesn’t carry the confidence that you wish it did.

“I-I know, I’m just so in love with you and I can’t take it that you feel like this and I can’t fix it,” He admits, regretting being so blunt with you moments earlier.

“I love you too but you can’t fix me Daveed. Even if you being here helps, you can’t stop my brain from making me feel so worthless,” You confess to him, hoping he understands. 

“But I sure can try, can’t I?”

“Yes baby, you can,” you tell him, starting to wipe away the tears and letting a small smile drift through your previous break down.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile,” He tells you, pulling his blanket off his chest.

“Mmhmm,” You respond staring at his now very visible and muscular body.

“Y/n, I know you’re totally concentrating on my eyes right now, yeah?” He asks, laughing at your expressions.

“Aw, c’mon D, it’s not my fault you’re such a fucking tease,” You shrug, feeling no shame.

“Tease? All I’m doing is sitting here. If anyone’s a tease, It’s you,” he accuses, reaching over to the stand beside his bed and putting on his glasses.

“What? how?? I’m just sitting here being a plain mess,” You laugh, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“Exactly. I love that,” He smiles again, enjoying the rolling of your eyes and blushing of your cheeks. He has always loved sliding little compliments into your conversations to see how flustered he can get you.

“Wait,” You pause. “Did you just call me a mess?” You ask, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Yeah, but you’re my little mess I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Two weeks later.

Daveed walks into your shared apartment in the middle of the night. He wasn’t expecting to get home so late but there was a small delay at the airport. At least this way he could surprise you when you woke up. He had made sure to stop and pick up some flowers for you along with the countless other things he had gotten for you from Oakland.

He sets the flowers into a vase with water and kicks off his shoes. As much as he loves Cali, he missed not only you but this familiarity in general. He walks down the hall and into your room to see you sound asleep and curled up. The sight of you almost brings tears of joy to his eyes and his smile is as wide as it can get. He strips off his Oakland shirt and Jeans and crawls into bed next to you. You don’t stir and he pulls you directly to him. That moment he makes a promise to himself and decides he will never leave you again.

“I love you so fucking much y/n. God damn, I missed my baby girl. I don’t know how I went without you for so long,” He whispers into your neck, intertwining his fingers with yours. As much as he wants to savor the feeling of you against him he knows if he wants to enjoy his time with you awake tomorrow he will need some sleep.

It isn’t hard for his breathing to slow and deepen until eventually his arms become slack around your frame. He already knows he well sleep well and not wake up cold again.

The next morning.

You see the sun coming in from the outside world as you squint your eyes open. You go to roll over to check your phone but something’s stopping you. 

“DAVEED OH MY GOD YOU’RE HOME!” You scream, waking him up from a deep sleep. He looks scared momentarily until he realizes that it’s you. He doesn’t speak as grabs you and pulls you into a huge hug. You let tears of joy flow freely onto his chest as you wrap your arms around him. You both stay like this for several minutes just holding each other. He leans down and attaches his lips to yours for a long, wanting kiss. You both part and continue in your previous embrace.

“We should go do something,” Daveed whispers first, tracing circles on your back. “I know you haven’t done much since I’ve left.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” You tell him, starting to pull away.

“Then we should get ready, Yeah?”

“Yeah, we should,” you conclude, getting up to put on some clothes.

“And y/n?”


“I love you. A lot,” he tells you, a satisfied look in his eyes.

“I love you too but Daveed, I have something to tell you,” You say nervously. “I uh, I-I was having such a hard time with you being gone becuase right before you left I-,” You stop talking, trying to figure out how to say this right. He gets up and walks over to you and grabs your hands. 

“What is it baby?” He prods, hoping you wouldn’t say that you didn’t want him anymore.

“I’m not the only baby you’re going to have,” You say quietly, immediately looking into his eyes for a reaction.

“Y-you mean you’re pregnant?” He confirms, not expecting to come home to this. “Oh my god, what did I miss??” He asks, beginning to smile brightly. You see his positive reaction and relief floods through you.

“A lot D, you missed a lot,” You tell him smiling while he embraces you.

“I have an urge to sing ‘That Would be Enough’ right now,” Daveed whispers to you, giving you one last squeeze as you chuckle at his cute comment. He moves his hands to your stomach although there is no noticeable bump yet.

“I can’t belive my baby girl is in there,” He spurts out, eyes lighting up.

“Nah, it’s a boy,” You tell him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He playfully glares at you as he lifts your head with his hand.

“Whatever it is, I’ll love them,” He smiles, closing his eyes and kissing your lips lightly.

a/n: Wow okay, I wasn’t expecting it to go there but it did holy shit. If you want a part two just send me an ask and I’ll gladly oblige becuase I really liked writing this one. I have like 3 more that are almost done but I do take requests for cast and characters. Thanks for reading!!

Hi, everyone! 

I came back home yesterday in the morning but 1) I was tired after 12 hours of travel, 2) had my older niece’s birthday party and 3) got sick because of the weather change from the cold damn city to the hot damn town I live in.

Anyway, I’m sick and I literally can’t talk, and jfnoefmort. It was a bad travel, okay. Very bad. I’m not feeling okay at all, but I wanted to be here, so… how are you, guys?

What did I miss? 

Please, talk to me or something.

Little Parker - Kai Parker (Part Sixteen)

Warnings: Talk about kids being abducted, talk about death, blood? Witchcraftery? I don’t really remember tbh. 

 A/n: I’M BEYOND LATE AGAIN I KNOW IM SORRY Summary: After Anna goes missing you call the one witch you can trust to find her, Vincent Griffith.



 “Hey, Y/n, how are you?” Vincent answers the phone on the second ring and you sigh out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

 “I can’t find Anna, she went up to bed and then I went up to give her the teddy bear and she wasn’t there and we checked all over the house and we still can’t- and- oh god- and-” 

 “Woah, Y/n, calm down, it’s alright. Did you run a locator spell?” You sniffle, thinking the worst as you reach out for Kai’s hand. 

 “Yes, I had Kai do it, but it didn’t work and I just- I know something bad is happening and I’m so sorry for bothering you but you said I could call if something was wrong and-” 

 “Listen, listen, me and Marcel are on the trails of some missing kids right now, I’ll give you a call if we find something.” You wipe tears from your cheeks and take a deep breath. 

 “In the meantime just try to stay calm, the stress can’t be good for your babies, I’ll find her, I promise.” He hangs up and you put your phone down on the counter with shaking hands. 

 “He said that he’s with Marcel Girard, that they’re going to find her, I should call Hayley- and give her a warning for Hope, her and Anna are both powerful witches from powerful bloodlines and-” Kai steadies his hands on your shoulders but he’s worried, you can see it in his eyes. 

“I’ll call Hayley, go sit down, take a breath.” You nod, walking out of the kitchen. You felt like you were swaying on your feet. 

 “Hello- Yes, hi, Klaus-” You sit up as soon as you sit down when you hear Kai say Klaus’s name, “listen, just listen, yeah sure I’m really sorry for what I did to Freya but- Klaus just- LISTEN!” 

 You jump and then breathe out slowly, Kai was angry, you knew he was. You could practically feel it. 

 “Something bad’s happened to Anna, and it’s magical because I can’t find her with a locator spell, so just keep a sharp eye on Hope okay? Y/n thinks that Hope might be in danger because Anna and her are both powerful witches from a nearly extinct family.” 

 There’s a pause, a breeze blows through the window and stirs one of Anna’s drawings on the table. You pick it up, a drawing of three stick figures all holding hands with a circle around the middle one’s stomach and scribbles above their heads stating: ‘Daddy’, ‘Mommy’, and ‘Me’. You put a hand over your mouth as you sob, immediately thinking the worst. You couldn’t stop your brain from thinking of your little girl getting hurt all over again by a monster. 

 “Y/n? What’s wrong? Klaus I have to go- yeah, bye-” Kai emerges from the kitchen door, no phone in his hand, looking worried. He sits down beside you.

“She drew-” you let out a little gasp- “her family.” 

 “It’s going to be okay, Vincent will find them.” Since when was Kai optimistic?

“She’s our little girl-” Kai lifts another drawing from the table and you look to it. It’s blue, a circle sort of, like a snake eating itself. He picks up another one, a crow scribbled ominously over the pages in black crayon, you stare them down, trying to pull them apart in your mind. She never said anything about more nightmares, you thought that the burn would prevent that from happening anymore. You look at Kai and he stares back at you with the same expression. He was just as lost as you were. 

 “I didn’t know she was having more nightmares…” You mumble, leaning back on the couch and look down at the circle again. 

 “I’m going to find Vincent.” Kai stands up, putting the drawing down, “and I’ll bring Anna back.” He leaves before you can tell him to be safe, and you pick up Anna’s teddy bear again. Kai would find her, he’d have to, or you’d both lose the most important part of yourselves. 


Kai can’t stop running. He always good at running from his problems but this felt different, he was searching every old building, every basement, every single house on the edges of New Orleans at a speed that would surely kill him if he was still human. His feet dig into the ground when he stops right outside the only house he hadn’t searched yet, it was old and dimly lit by candles on the inside, or so he guessed. But he had seen hundreds of houses like that before, and the one thing that was different about this one was the sheer amount of power that was radiating out of it in waves that made Kai’s stomach twist into a knot he didn’t know it was capable of. Against his better judgement he walked straight towards the house, thinking about Anna, and if she was in that house. Kai knew that if she was in there he’d never forgive himself if he ran away because he was scared. A crash makes him start running, and his ears pick up a dripping noise that can only be one thing- blood. 

 “Anna!” Kai shouts, throwing open the door to find Marcel standing in front of a dead body and Vincent leaning over a little boy. 

 “She’s safe.” Marcel says. Vincent was muttering a spell that Kai didn’t care enough to remember as he kneeled beside Anna’s sleeping body. Anna was lying in front of all the other kids, like she was the main attraction and they were the background dancers. She wakes up with a little groan and a small gasp at the same time as the other kids. Her eyes open and Kai smiles at her, lifting her up to hug him. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Kai says before he can realize it, Anna hugs him back, albeit weakly, but Kai’s so happy she’s unharmed. 

 “Daddy, where are we?” Anna was sniffling, afraid and crying. She looks around as she finds her footing. Kai keeps her back to the dead body as all the other kids exit the building. 

 “Just outside of New Orleans, but we’re going home, right now.” Kai stands up, taking Anna’s hand. 

 “Daddy…” They had just gotten outside when Anna said his name. The tone of her voice made him look down, she was looking up at him and her nose was bleeding. 

 “Anna?” He crouches down, putting his hands on her upper arms to steady her from falling. 

 “It took my magic… it hurt me.” Kai wipes her nose with his sleeve. 

 “Okay, okay, take some of my magic.” Kai holds out one of his hands, but Anna doesn’t take it. 

 “I don’t want to hurt you…” Anna looks down at his hand, looking scared. 

 “You can’t, I’m strong, remember?” With a little nod Anna grips two of his fingers and siphons some of his magic. He barely feels anything, but Anna starts feeling better in a second. 

 “I’m sorry.” Anna apologizes, feeling guilty about siphoning from him. 

 “No, it’s alright, you needed it. Let’s go home, okay?” Anna lifts her arms and Kai picks her up, putting one hand on her back to keep her close to him. 

 “Kai!” Vincent’s voice makes Kai turn back around, Vincent was walking quickly towards him. 

“I wanted to tell you something- do a cleansing spell on Anna, the magic here tonight is insane so she’s gotta get rid of it. And maybe invest in a protection charm.” With a nod Kai walks away, putting a hand on Anna’s head to keep her from getting whiplash as he speeds back to the house. You’re standing on the porch, biting your nails, and you jump when you see Kai. Anna teeters on her feet for a moment before running right at you. 

 “Oh, you’re okay, you’re okay.” You lift her into a tight hug, keeping her pressed against you as you cried out your relief. She was okay, she was completely okay. Anna won’t sleep alone, and you won’t leave her alone. She never liked to be alone after a nightmare, she thought that you were unbeatable, that Kai could get rid of any bad guys ever. Anna took almost an hour to get to sleep, and once she did you exited her room to stand in the hallway with Kai. 

 “Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around him, trying to convey your relief in a single hug. 

 “I-” He hesitantly wraps his arms around you, hugging you just as tightly as you were hugging him. “I don’t know what I would do without you- without the four of you.” 

You put on a brave smile, pulling out of the hug to look up at him. “Crash and burn is what you’d do.” He smiles now, a small smile but still a smile nonetheless. 

 “Thank you, just- thank you so much.” You lift a hand to touch his cheek and he leans into your palm. 

 “You’re welcome.”

boys are blue timestamps

for @magicalrocketships to whom I promised a list <3  these are the timestamps that i plan on writing once i’m done with boys are blue itself.  a lot of these i’ve worked out with @1000-directions and i’m counting on her to tell me if i missed any.  :)  

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Mercy, Zarya, Soldier, or McCree would react to seeing their S/O cry during a Disney movie because the main character looked like them and they'd never seen that before? (There is a possibility I haven't been able to get through Moana without crying yet.)

Send me prompts
This is really cute & so important!!! I’m glad you finally have a Disney character that looks like you!!


  • She’d initially be very excited to take you to the movie, even pointing out that the main character looks like you!! She’s really, truly excited for you
  • Angela doesn’t expect you to cry because of it during the movie, though. She doesn’t really have any idea how it feels but she does her best to understand
  • Will get up to get you napkins or paper towels or something to wipe your tears away so you don’t have to miss the movie
  • Lets you talk about it as much as you want afterward. She doesn’t really have as much to say about it as you do, but she loves to listen and hear how excited you are
  • If you apologize for crying/talking about it a lot she will not hesitate to tell you to continue and that you have the right to be excited about it


  • She tries very, very hard to match your enthusiasm. Alexandra will go all out for this night, taking you to dinner and sneaking in the good candy from home for you
  • She watches your reactions throughout the movie because you’re so cute when you’re excited but when you start to cry she’s lost
  • Will ask you what’s wrong and is genuinely surprised when you shake your head and tell her you’re just happy. She’ll get it after a minute and will laugh a little
  • Definitely puts her arm around you and lets you wipe your eyes on her sleeve
  • Asks you a lot about what you liked in the movie when it’s over

Soldier: 76

  • He has nothing against Disney movies but he definitely isn’t as excited about it as you are. He knows why you’re excited, of course, but doesn’t realize how important it is to you until the two of you actually get there
  • When you start crying he’s genuinely surprised and probably doesn’t know what to do at first. He’ll ask what happened, if you need to leave, and he’ll feel silly when you tell him they’re happy tears
  • He puts in a pretty obvious effort to be more enthusiastic about the movie after the fact. It doesn’t work too well, but it’s endearing nonetheless


  • He’ll know you’re excited for it way before the two of you go to see the movie, but he’s the one that will straight up ask why you’re so enthusiastic about it. If you explain it to him he’ll understand and share some of that excitement with you
  • So naturally he understands when you start crying in the theater. Will not hesitate to put an arm around your shoulders and will wipe your tears away for you
  • Tries his very best to keep up in conversation about it afterward!

anonymous asked:

I been straight my whole life and bout 2 years ago I was attracted to this girl and we ended up having sex and it was better than any guys I have done before. Ever since then having sex with guys was a waste so now I'm getting the guts to talk to girls I like but still shy. Any advice on how to approach her.

Just take all your courage and do it! Think about chances to have a great relationship and be happy which you would miss by just doing nothing. And don’t be afraid to look awkward sometimes, everyone goes through it and people often find it cute

still meaning to return to blogging here more, even though im completely clueless as to who/what i am or am not even familiar with anymore on here as far as Lokean community goes or anything…i’m of course sure the nearly 900 of you are likely half dead blogs or pornbots i missed blocking lol but

i made a huge huge HUGE breakthrough with Loki on my personal growth and I feel so so good about Everything so I’m less stressed now about how this community [tumblr pagans in general] can be. it really fucked me up before, thats why i disappeared for my health but i mean it this time i really wanna blog more ❗ idk how soon ill be back to talking AS much so if i were to get messages again dont hold your breath for me to respond quickly rn unless you dont care when i respond or not. but yeah :) i was struggling for awhile but as usual Loki saved my ass ~ ~ ~

justaregualrgirl  asked:

So I was dating this guy for a while and we broke up. I have a boyfriend that loves me and I love him but im also still in love with my ex but hes over me and just wants to be friends but I miss all the history that we had and how he made me feel. What should I do? please help! Do I tell my ex how I feel even though I have a boyfriend or do I just try to keep moving on?

Hey there! that is a tough position to be in. I definitely would not tell your ex that you still love him. It will likely just cause pain for everyone involved. If he has moved on, let him move on. Talking to your ex like that would really hurt your boyfriend. It will be hard not acting on your feelings, but in time you will fully move on too. Hope this helps!

miss-slothrop  asked:

Holy shit, friend. Ages ago, when I was writing my fic, I was thinking about what McCree probably looked like when he was younger. I thought "I bet he had a Deadlock tattoo on the inside of his left forearm and then lost it when he lost the arm." I got the Blackwatch skin today and got right up close to my TV to have a look. I WAS RIGHT! I don't know how I did that.

you are a proper psychic and I envy your abilities!

I find it interesting that it was in the arm he lost and now I am extremely curious how the loss came about. so many OW chars are missing limbs and I really want to know what events caused them to suffer amputation? Symmetra specifically but I’m biased lmao

anonymous asked:

A while back you posted something about helping you on your quest to find your missing grilled cheese so from then on I've been addressing you as drunk uncle Bobby. I talked about you that way in front of friends when mentioning you art and now my friends think you're actually my uncle. So welcome to the family I guess???

Oddly enough, this makes me so happy LOL. Like hell yeah. I wanna be remembered as drunk Uncle Bobby. See how long you can keep this going before your friends find out lmao (thank you for adding me to ur family, i am blessed)

anonymous asked:

i'm poe dameron, and while i never met cassian, i wish i had. my mom used to talk about him when i was little; how she used to be friends with him, how she knew him and thought he was amazing and admired him and missed him. if my mother looked up to someone, i KNEW they had to be amazing, because my mom was perfect in my eyes. cassian, if you're out there, you're rad. i hope you got to see my mom's spirit before you came to this universe and say hi to her. i hope she said hi to you for me.


I leaned toward the door and called to him, he replied with a simple “coming”, as we awkwardly waited for him to come outside, the time seemed to slow down to a stand still.

K: Hi?   He looked at Carina, confused.  

Her face instantly lit up and she hugged him tightly.

Carina:  It is you!   Someone told me you’d be here.  I’ve missed you so.

K:  I am so sorry, but I can’t remember who you are.

Carina:  You don’t know me?   She  took a step back from him and glared at him.

K:  I don’t.  I don’t know how I could forget such a beautiful lady either.   It’s been a long, work filled day.  Could you come by tomorrow so we could talk?

Carina;  I’d be delighted.  I’ll come at sun down.  The barn?

K: Yes.  He smiled at her and they hugged good bye.

hey we reached 800 followers

just thought i should let yall know.


Honestly you guys, what the hell how ??? We did this ?? Not me, us. Literally us, not me, us, every single one of us. I honestly had never thought when I switched this account over to a full time Miss Peregrine’s fan blog we would ever reach 100, let alone fucking 800. Without you guys, all your sweet comments and messages and submissions, I seriously have no idea what I would be doing right now. Like I love pouring all my energy into this blog, it’s so refreshing and challenging and fun and insanely overjoying. I get messages from a lot of you talking about your blogs and it’s so great being able to connect with people from all around the world on a topic we have in common that leads to us discussing other topics we have in common. This fandom has truly brought out the best in me, and all of you are so lovely and kind and amazing and I love you all more than time can tell.

I love you all so much, words will never be able to describe how thankful I am. Thank you thank you thank you.


“I saw Khalil,” suddenly Rae said causing Landen to lift his eyes from his book.

“Did you talk with him?”

“Yes, I did, we went for coffee before I took the train,” he answered.

“How is he?” Landen asked worriedly. “Does he look well.”

“Yes, he is ripped!”

Landen laughed. “Really now? Then he’s been eating well?”

“Of course dad!” Rae laughed. “We talked about you.”

“Oh…” Landen pulled his lips. “What did he say?”

“He feels guilty about what he said to you.”

“He does?” Landen widened his eyes. 

“Yes, he said he’d come visit once he felt ready.”

Landen smiled. “I am so glad. We didn’t say the best things to one another and I miss him dearly.”

“I think he misses you too dad.”

“When will he come? Did he say anything?”

“Nah, I’m sorry dad.”


I miss you.

You’ll probably never see this but, I miss you. I really do. I miss you more than anyone I’ve ever lost. I miss you so much it hurts. I miss you so much my heart aches. My head hurts from thinking about you all the time. I just miss you so much.

I miss us. I miss how we used to be. I miss our eight hour long conversations on the phone and our little secret adventures we’d go on that only we knew about. I miss us together. I miss the days where we were to lazy to do anything but hold each other. I miss waking up at 3 am to talk to you because your mind wouldn’t let you sleep.

I miss your smile. Something about the way your lips would curve ignited something in me. Whenever you’d glance at me and smile, my heart would skip. I miss that. How you’d sneak glances at me whenever you could. Even though I never understood why, I loved it. I miss our energetic mornings and our lazy evenings or the days where you’d drag me to some new restaurant because, like you’d say “The food is to die for.”

Overall, I miss you. Everything about you, from your smile to the mole on your thigh. I miss the shade of your eyes and freckles on your cheeks. I miss everything thing about you, but the one thing I miss the most is your heart and your mind.

—  quotes-134, I miss you.

poor alfred, honestly, i mean you know he ends up getting a lot of shit for the batman thing but you also know that man did the best he could with bruce goddamn wayne, the most stubborn-ass closed-off melodramatic dingus to ever punch a crime. good luck finding a therapist that kid will ever talk to. if he did not at least once try to make that boy talk about his feelings, only to be met with a broken third-story window and a missing boy, i will eat my hat. honestly. imagine batman. imagine him younger, with the impulse control of a young rich white boy. try and tell me he wouldn’t jump out a goddamn window just to prove a point about how willing he is to jump out a goddamn window to avoid this conversation. normal kids, you just wait until you’re driving and they’re stuck. i promise you bruce wayne nearly fucking died trying to fling himself out of the car and into the bed of a nearby truck because alfred had the audacity to suggest he might have had a feeling one time. i was a regular teen and i nearly flung myself out of many windows to avoid feelingschat, i cannot imagine the drama of a teen with the strength and willpower and poor coping mechanisms to one day Become A Bat. it’s amazing either of them even survived. give that butlerdad a medal and a bottle of bourbon.