Ohhhhhh that last ask where you mentioned him forgetting Jason's dimples just drives me crazy. I love that sort of angst where they wake up one day and realize they forgot something about the person they love most. The horror, the rising panic as they desperately search their mind for something that will remind them. Like-
He scrambled for picture after picture, hands shaking, breaths coming out quick and short. Simultaneously, each picture was held gently, lovingly, achingly. Despite this, with every passing minute no single picture gave him the answer he was looking for. Setting them down he got to his feet. Dick scrambled for the door, running, running, running, and finally barging into his dad's study.
"Chum?"
"Dad", he choked out, "dad did Jason have freckles on his face? I cant- oh God I can't remember." He trailed off. "I can't remember."
Oh wow okay yeah that broke my heart clean in two 😭
It’s natural for memories to become foggy with time, but when it’s memories of loved ones that are gone already… it’s agonizing. 😔🦉
(Dick regularly repeats Jason’s special little hoot to himself because he’s terrified he’s going to forget it. But after a year— how can he be sure that’s really what it sounded like?)
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Re-Teaching myself digital art after a full year of deliberately avoiding it 📞
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gggooood fucking damnit time to play a fun game called "did my fixation die overnight or do I just need to sleep more tomorrow"
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tubbo distorted illusions i live to see that boy he has so much angst i love him so much i dont care what hes doing i just want to see him is he alright is he ok he literally has to watch his best friend be this traumatized shell of who he once was after he killed him after he thought he was dead for so long because dream fucked tommy up so badly and ahhhhhhh
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Woah! That tall child looks terrible!
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Get your bum to bed this instant, young lady!!
You'll never stop me-- ow oW OW AGH OK OKOKOK!!
*Two minutes after climbing into bed*
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she is RUNNING ON FUMES and STILL PUSHING HERSELF. someone tell oviala to TAKE A SHOWER and GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP.
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Heya!!! Here’s an unedited excerpt from the next chapter of Burning the Candle at Both Ends! Life permitting, the final draft should be written and up by the end of the week! I hope y’all enjoy😁💗
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“Just take your time, Danny. I promise I’m not going anywhere this time.” Jason had hoped his words would have a soothing affect on Danny, seeing as how he didn’t feel entitled to the idea of comforting him in the form of physical contact quite yet, yet all it did was cause Danny’s tears to form faster in the corners of his eyes.
“But you will. You should. You can’t promise something like that when I know that’s the only way this is going to end. I don’t deserve anything more.” The first of Danny’s tears slipped free from his right eye, trailing down his cheek and hitting his leg where it still sat on Jason’s bed.
“I just- I thought I’d really lost you when I got back to the apartment and everything was gone and you weren’t answering your phone and I just- I j-just-” Danny’s tears quickly devolved into steady rivers of pure agony, his breath receding inward as he verged on the tipping point of full blown hyperventilation.
Not knowing what else to do, Jason closed the final chunk of distance between the two of them and pulled Danny into his arms, taking a seat on the bed right next to him. Danny hid his sobs in Jason’s neck, wetting the edge of his shirt in the process. Jason couldn’t give a single fuck less though, only caring about comforting Danny in that moment right there.
“I can’t lose you.”
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therapist told me very earnestly that she has never had a client that has let themselves suffer just as much as me, i don't know what to do with that information
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