And I wish you would just tell me how you feel instead of me trying to figure it out because I don’t know what to think when one night we’re talking until 3 am and the next night you’re ignoring my calls. I don’t know what to think when one day you tell me everything will be alright and I’ll be ok and the next day you tell me to leave you alone. I don’t know what to think when you tell me you’ll always be here for me but when I need you, you disappear I don’t know what to think when it comes to you because one minute you’re here and the next minute you’re gone
I wish you would write a fanfic where Dick is a self-sacrificing idoit and all the batboys tell him so as he clings to life/his life hangs in the balance. Sorry I have a thing for Dick and batbros angst.
If there’s one thing Damian hates more than Dick right now, is the waiting. The not knowing. Because of course Grayson’s too stupid to do even a simple thing like dying right. Because dead is dead, and alive is alive, but this hanging thing? Damian doesn’t know what to do with it. He has no gods to pray to, and not enough optimism to hope for the better either - not with wounds like the ones his brother’s suffering, anyway.
He wants to scream at him just die! Just leave me already! It’s not like I’m not used to it, but the words just won’t reach his mouth. They get lost somewhere between his stomach and his lips.
“Damian, come here.”
Stephanie’s voice is quiet, almost soft, but Damian’s trained to recognize orders no matter in what form they may come. For whatever reason, he finds himself obeying her.
Stephanie grabs his hand, makes him sit on the floor between her and Tim. Damian complies again. What does it matter anyway? Let them have their fun, let them see him crumble, useless and sentimental just like them. They’re all stupid. Corrupted. Even Todd, even Cain, the two that should know better. In the League this wouldn’t be a problem. In the League they would not be sitting on the floor, waiting to know if they’ll have to mourn one of them again. In the League there was no mourning. No brothers. No Graysons.
“He’s gonna pull through”, Stephanie says. “Just know that. He’s gonna pull through. He’ll be on his feet in no time.”
Damian doesn’t say anything. Not even when Tim pushes something into his hands. And to be honest, he notices the motion just because Tim’s fingers are cold as ice around his wrist.
“Here”, Tim says, holding out a pencil. “Write.”
Damian blinks and looks up at him.
“Yes”, Stephanie explains. “All the insults you have for him. All the names you want to call him when he wakes up. Just write ‘em down.”
It’s funny for Damian to not understand something. His education’s always been the best available and despite his young age, there are very few concepts that escape him. Like pop culture. And this.
“I don’t understand”, he admits. This too is something new. Admitting ignorance. But he’s talking to stupid, crazy people, so he’s probably justified in not understanding their weirdness.
“I’ll show you”, Tim offers, and Damian watches him tear off a piece of paper and writing in big, capital letters “SELF-SACRIFICING IDIOT” on it. Then Tim wraps the piece of paper in a little ball and throws it at Dick’s still form. It lands precisely in the concavity between Nightwing’s stretched legs.
Damian’s so outraged he doesn’t even have enough words to express his fury. Not that it matters, because apparently he’s lost again his ability to talk.
Taking advantage of his stunned silence, Stephanie steals the pencil from Damian’s fingers, tears off another piece of paper, and does the same thing. Her note says “UGLY ASS”.
Damian watches Todd and Cain reaching out for a new paper sheet, and Tim preparing another projectile insult. He still can’t bring himself to speak.
“We’ll force him to read all of them out loud once he wakes up”, Stephanie explains. “The goals is to make enough of them that he’ll think twice before pulling a stupid stunt like this again.”
“Oh”, Damian says. Apparently his mouth’s working again. Good.
“Good”, he repeats out loud. He looks at Dick again, then at the paper in his hand. “He shall read insults for days, then. Pay in double the time we’re spending on him. Give me back my pencil, Brown.”
Crazy as it is, this is vengeance, and vengeance, at least, Damian understands.
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23 years ago, the world lost a great musician and human being.
23 years ago, Kurt Cobain tragically died, leaving behind him fans who are still hurt to this day and who miss him dearly.
I never got to experience how it would be to lose a person who means so much for you, and even though I wasn’t around when Kurt was alive, I feel like I have known him enough to have the tears forming in my eyes and a dreadful feeling filling my soul. A feeling of depression and emptiness inside
Rest in peace Kurt, wherever you are.
I just wish that you would know how much you mean for a lot of people all over the world. How much your music meant to us. How much we love you and cherish you as a human being.
Wherever you are, I hope that you would finally reach Nirvana.
Rest in peace, you wonderful human being. You may be gone, but never forgotten.
I wish you would look at me the way you used to.
I wish you would hold my hand and tell me that it was all just a bad dream.
I wish you would hold me tightly in your arms as I told you the story of what happened.
I wish you would gently press your lips to mine as assurance that it was only a nightmare.
I wish it would go back to the way it used to be.
You and me.
Me and you.
I wish you would love me the way I love you.
To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.
I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.
Prompt: “Can i request a smutty scenario with werewolf v in heat?”
Word Count: 5,160 Genre: Smut Summary: Around this time of year, Taehyung always advises you to stay away from him, but there’s nothing you want more than to see what he’s like when he’s turned. A/N: So this is a werewolf AU obviously, but I just wanted to mention that there are some “violent” parts when it gets smutty. Also I know it’s hella long and I’m sorry. Please go easy on my gentle soul.
When it was around this time of year, Taehyung always said it was best to stay away from him. Though you had been friends for years, he never wanted you to see that side of him. He said he was too dangerous and that it was best for you to not see him when he wasn’t capable of controlling himself. You understood that he was trying to protect you, but a part of you had always been curious to see what he was like when he turned. You had seen all the movies and read billions of books, but you wanted to see what it was really like. Of course, you respected his decision and tried your best to silence the nagging voice in the back of your mind.
I’m losing you.
In some ways I already have. I wish you would just leave so I wouldn’t have to hold my breath as every agonizing second ticks by.
I dream of the sound of the door closing behind you.
I’m sorry I chased you away.
You’re losing me.
In some ways you already have. I wish you would just push me out the door so I wouldn’t have to torture you anymore.
I dream of ways that I can make you happy even after I’m gone.
I’m sorry I kept you hopeful for so long.
it makes me sad to see people dismissing jumin’s affection in the valentine’s day dlc just because he buys so many gifts.
not everyone expresses their love solely through words or cuddles. sometimes people enjoy picking out items that they think others might like, and enjoy giving gifts as it’s their way of showing how much they care. gifts are not inherently bad, and not inherently a sign that your love is fake or inadequate.
some people don’t like receiving gifts, and that’s okay! it’s also okay to give gifts if it’s a way to express your love and make others happy!
disliking jumin’s valentine’s day ending is not the problem. disliking it because you think gifts automatically diminish his feelings is kinda missing the point.