Dick at Janet Drake's funeral
Dick (internally): The cruel fates, the Greeks called them. The three sisters weaving the loom of life, spinning its golden threads into the years - cutting it whenever the whim took them. Stupid! But I guess we all need something to help us make sense of it all. We need to find meaning in the pain…patterns in the chaos. Tim needs it now, as I once did. As Bruce did before me. So why do we make our faces into masks? Why do we hide the pain we all feel?
Tim: Thanks for coming, Dick. I know how busy -
(They shake hands.)
Dick: It was the least I could do, Tim. Believe me - I know what you're going through. If you need any help, any time -
Tim (looking down): I appreciate that. But... I'll cope.
(In the background, we see Tim shaking somebody else's hand.)
Dick to Bruce: He's a brave kid. He's in control.
Bruce: Yes.
Dick: You know what comes next, don't you?
- Batman 455 (Christmas Eve, the day before Tim officially becomes Robin)
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on the bright side, i got the work done i needed to get done post-teaching AND finished the scene i was noodling on in the plant fic i accidentally restarted and my single glass of wine post-dinner is having the intended soporific effect
on the downside. i so so so so so so badly don't want to have a meeting at 8 AM with a client who i am mostly neutral towards but about a project that is the bane of my existence atm
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Interesting developments at the doctor's appointment today.
Do you know how some disabled people fear they are not actually disabled and just faking it? It might actually be true for me i guess. I'd be happy to know that it's from bad posture or something. It's a bit embarrassing but then I can just fix my damn posture and not have to deal with the pain.
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🌹:O
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Lucifer doesn't care how the labcoats say it works; he knows there's no such thing as a clean break from a drift the minute the plug is pulled. Instead, Michael goes from a second consciousness beside his own to being dragged out of Lucifer the further Lucifer gets from him, both of them gripping tight to the connection until it slips, until it snaps, with a violent recoil that knocks Lucifer's brain out of alignment and reminds his legs that they don't work. His next step falls too fast, too heavily, and refuses to take his weight. It's only Michael, now only a voice outside of Lucifer's head yelling his name, catching him from behind that allows Lucifer to collapse to the floor with his dignity intact.
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me: i can only eat beef and salt
my brother, who felt bad i couldn't have turkey at thanksgiving: i will cook you a steak *proceeds to cook the steak in avocado oil, which i cannot eat, without telling me or asking if that was ok*
my mom, who knows full well that i cannot have avocado oil, watching him put it in the pan:
my mom, hours later, telling me that my steak was cooked in vegetable oil: *is confused and defensive when i get angry about it, tells me it's not fair to demand others cater to my dietary restrictions and that i don't have a right to be angry because my brother was just trying to help*
yeah, i'll be sure to be thankful when i have an autoimmune flare-up for the next two weeks. that'll really get me through it.
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