i’m at that point where i try to study but i physically can’t bring myself to so i get really stressed and i dont know if i care too much or i dont care at all but it makes me overwhelmed and all i want to do is sleep
Hey! I love what you wrote with Damian and Jason I was wondering if you could do something with innocence and broken pieces? (You can pick one or the other or do them together its up to you if you like)
Ah, thank you so much!! I hope you like this one too~
“They’re playing with Legos,” Dick had said through a mouthful of cereal.
Jason really hadn’t expected that to be true and in a sense, it wasn’t. After all, who thought of Legos and immediately imagined an entire ballroom filled with what could only be considered as an expanding Lego kingdom.
And in the center of it all was Damian, bent over and adjusting the flags on his castle. He took a step back. The highest tower of the castle far surpassed his height, which was probably where Bruce came in handy.
Jason tucked his hands into his pockets, feeling oddly out of place but not quite sure where to pinpoint it. “Hey, squirt, where’s your dad?”
Damian brushed back his hair and scowled. “Getting more pieces. Our armory is severely lacking and we’ve only just started on the village.” Despite the annoyed tone in his voice, Damian seemed at ease surrounded by his Lego kingdom. “Why do you require Father’s services?”
“Needed a file,” Jason said, squinting at a Lego man who… had a gun. They made Lego guns?
Jason kind of wanted one.
He kind of wanted all of this. The Legos. The hanging out with a parent who’d go out and get more Legos just because.
But no. Jason got a shitty childhood, had to grow up too fast, lost both his parents, gained one who refused to be his substitute dad, never really had a friend and then fucking died. At sixteen.
Like a moron.
He grit his teeth.
“What file?” Damian asked, watching Jason over his shoulder.
Jason sighed. Took a step forward. “Look, kid-”
“Don’t!” Damian snapped sharp, eyes wide but the resounding crack that echoed under Jason’s foot made it clear he’d fucked up anyway.
He winced and took a step back. Under his foot were the cracked and broken pieces of a few stray Legos. He scooped them up and something in him felt lost. Something he’d never had shattered in him. That childhood he used to envy from other kids. The innocence and softness that came with having a real family and getting to play with fucking Legos.
He frowned and rubbed his face with his stray hand. Glancing back at Damian, he said, “Sorry, Dames.”
There was an inexplicable agony on the kid’s face as he stared at the broken Legos in Jason’s palm. Not pain-pain but something still harsh. Still hurt.
Jason relaxed onto the soles of his feet. His hand fisted around the Lego pieces.
Damian never had a childhood either.
Not like kids were supposed to have with giant lights and love and wonder and parents who didn’t train them to be killers. Jason took a quick glance around the room one more time and wondered if Bruce realized that finally.
Realized that Damian was all kinds of fucked up in ways that couldn’t be fixed just by teaching him to be good.
The kid grit his teeth and looked away. “Whatever,” he said, snippish like his mother. “Father is bringing back more later.”
Uncertainty squalled his voice and Jason was left wondering how long ago it was that Bruce left and how many times he’d missed out on shit like this. Loving moments with his fucking son.
You’d think having two kids die on you would make a parent more attentive when they came back but Bruce was always good at defying the norms.
Jason shoved the pieces into his jacket pocket and eyed Damian for a long while. Then he sighed. He was really beginning to hate himself at this point. He was a zombie. He’d died.
He was supposed to be heartless. Uncaring. Kicking down bad guys and shooting them in the head with remorse. No love. No guilt. Nothing.
He ducked forward to sidle up behind Damian. “Hey, you ever thought about adding another tower?”
Damian frowned at him, like he was some kinds of stupid. “That’s ridiculous, Todd. Another tower would throw the symmetry out of proportion and even if I were to maintain the symmetry, the entire structure would be off balance and crumble under a stiff breeze.” He threw Jason a look of pure scathing. “Even an imbecile could see that.”
Jason smirked. “Sorry to disappoint but I never wanted to be an architect, Little D.” He gestured grandly. “Educate me.”
Damian sighed, like he didn’t want to, but a small smile quirked at the edge of his mouth as he launched into a long-winded and probably boring explanation on proper castle structures.
Jason licked his lips and settled in, focusing.
Because that was the shitty thing about Jason Todd. He could get fucked over by people who “loved” him. He could die again and again and yet, every time he’d come back, he’d more than likely fuck himself over by jumping off the deep end and learning how to love again. Like some kind of ass.
Because family meant a lot to him.
And Damian, regrettably and also not regrettably, was family.
“Love between siblings grow when you are rough with each other. If you see her from afar, what should you do? Run up to her, just run. Lock her, lock her in first. Act as if you will pet her, and keep locking her in. Hold her down till she surrenders.” - Advice from SooHo, an Experience Brother.
okay but what if jungkook used to tease jimin by not calling him ‘hyung’ because he wants Jimin to see him as someone equal as him not as the youngest member in the group, because he don’t want jimin to love him as a baby brother he don’t want jimin to love him because he is cute and because he is the youngest among them, because he wants jimin to see him as a man that he could love and could love him back too so thats why he always making fun of Jimin also thats why jungkook works out a lot because kids are not supposed to have muscles right? kids are not supposed to look sexy right? that way maybe his jimin hyung will look at him as a man
Okay, I’m gonna say it: I’m not happy at all with the fact that the malec kiss in that teaser looks just like the others we got in 2a.
It’s like a continuation of the almost kiss in 2x07, with a sprinkle of the one from 2x06 on top.
These directors fucking suck when it comes to malec intimacy and it’s getting on my nerves. How freaking hard must it be to insert some freaking variety? Another angle? More passion? A wider shot? Them hugging while doing it? Anything?
There was more variety, emotion and detail in their first kiss in 1x12, than in all of those from s2 put together, and seeing as the actors are the same, the blame is not on them, but on those who direct and shoot those scenes. S1 had its flaws, but how malec was handled was not one of them, which is why it got a freaking award for it.
And after three years more Finwë took as second spouse Indis the fair; and she was in all ways unlike Míriel. She was not of the Noldor, but of the Vanyar, sister of Ingwë; and she was golden-haired, and tall, and exceedingly swift of foot. She laboured not with her hands, but sang and made music, and there was ever light and mirth about her while the bliss of Aman endured.