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commanderry · 8 months

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“And I love you, so, so much.

You know that right?”

And if you look really closely between those lines you can see my will to live.

#star wars #ao3 #codywan #fanfic #i havent read that anywhere #i wrote it myself #to make a point yk #dinluke #aroace #aro

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livingdeadvoid · 1 year

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Jason huffed. He hated leaving Gotham. But of course, they wanted to meet in fucking Star City. Jason hadn't been here since he was brought back to life, so he wasn't sure what to expect.

The deal had gone sideways, because Jason Todd is an unlucky man. He was currently in the process of beating up the last goon when suddenly he fell the ground, electrified. He looked around, trying to find who fucking electrocuted him. He was met with a dark red suit. "So we got another fucking vigilante in Star City? You did better then the rest of the wannabes."

Jason groaned. Who the hell was calling him a wannabe? "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" There were hints of annoyance in Jason's voice, he personally doesn't like being electrocuted. But something about him felt familiar. Just like he knew who was beneath that mask.

The man chuckled. "Are you new around here? It's Arsenal. Now who are you?" He had a bow and arrow pointed at Jason now, ready to fire if he moved. Jason didn't know many people who used a bow and arrow, but most of them came from Star City.

He looked up at him. Then it clicked. This was probably the new version of Roy Harper, Dick was telling him about it. Guess he failed to mention his new name.. or outfit. Jason smiled, you couldn't tell it though. "I'm Red Hood. And yeah, I'm not from around here."

The man, or what Jason now connected with Roy walked towards him. "Red Hood, huh? It fits, I'll give you that."

Jason sat up. "So tell me, what happened to Speedy?"

Roy stopped walking, his grip on the bow tightened. "What.. what?"

He grinned, standing up. "Speedy. Your old persona. Unless it's not Harper under that mask."

Roy aimed the bow right at Jason's face. "Who.The.Fuck.Are.You?"

"Oh so I was right?"

Roy huffed, removing the mask from his face. "Are you a friend of Nightwing's or something?"

Jason shrugged. Wow he was enjoying this. "Dick's? Sort of."

The bow was still aimed right at Jason's face. "What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you? Honestly I'm offended you don't remember me." Jason knew he probably wouldn't have remembered him. It's not like they were besties. Roy was Dick's friend. Not Jason's. But he did have a huge crush on him. Plus even if Roy did remember him, then he probably thought he was dead. Like everyone did.

Roy looked at him puzzled. "Remember you? Do I know you? I don't think so. Come on lemme see the pretty face you've got hiding under that mask."

Jason put his hands up, sort of in a "okay I surrender" pose. He was done fucking with Roy. He lifted his hands up, removing the mask. He dropped it on the ground as white streaks of hair fell onto his face. "Hey there Harper."

The bow fell to the ground in an instant. Roy's eyes were wide as they stared at him.

"Yeah, I'm not dead. Surprise!" Jason crossed his arms. This was the usual reaction.

"Jason, fucking, Todd?! How the hell are you alive?" Roy was staring at him, Jason watched as his face went a light red. "It's complicated. Don't feel like explaining it. Least not right here."

Roy nodded, he reached down and grabbed the bow off the ground. "Alright, uh, you wanna go get something to eat then...?"

Jason grabbed his mask off the ground. "Hell yeah, I'm starving."

The two walked into a diner after changing out of their uniforms. They sat down at the diner furthest from the exit. "They have really good food here."

Jason nodded. "Mhm, alright."

The two talked throughout the night. Laughing and catching up. Jason opened himself up for one of the first times since he died. And of course it was with Roy, fucking, Harper. They were having fun, enjoying each other's company. It had been a long time since Jason had enjoyed himself like this. He didn't think he would ever feel so happy again. But yet here he was. He didn't want this night to end

Roy was pulling Jason up, out of the diner seat. They payed for their food, and walked out. "So how long are you staying in Star City?" It was a question Roy had on the tip of his tongue all night, but he was too scared to ask.

Jason shrugged. "A few days. Gotta find someone before I can leave." Roy nodded. He felt better, glad he wasn't gonna leave immediately.

"Where are you staying?" Roy knew he was getting dangerously close to the real question he wanted to ask.

Jason looked at him confused. "A motel. Nothing interesting."

"You can uh... You can stay with me if you want. Ya know to like.. save money and shit."

Jason went a light red. "Oh? Uh thank you, I mean sure if you'll let me."

"Yeah, of course. Come on, I'll drive us."

Roy unlocked his apartment slowly. "Here we are, home sweet home." He set his duffle bag down on the ground, throwing his keys into the bowl. "Sorry it's not much."

Jason also set his bag down. "It's not half bad. Messy but I'd expect no less from you."

Roy nodded, sliding off his jacket. "I have a spare room you ca-"

"Did you know I had a major crush on you? When I was a kid." Jason had interrupted him, also sliding off his jacket.

Roy looked at him confused. "Wait, are you serious? You had a crush on me?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah. Pretty sure you were my gay awakening."

He chuckled. "Well I'm glad I could help you."

One question stayed in Roy's mind. He didn't know how to ask it.

Jason stared at him puzzled. "You alright?"

Roy shook his head. "Do- do you still have a crush on me?"

Jason's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting the question. "Woah. Straight forward, much? Why do you wanna know?"

He shrugged. "Curiosity I guess?"

"Maybe I do. I honestly don't kn-" Jason was cut off by lips on his own. At first he was confused, he didn't quite register what was happening. But right as Roy was about to pull away, Jason pulled him closer.

And the rest is, as they say, history.

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 2 years

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Now Paint a Pair of Eyes

In which Reader paints Papa's face.

Papa x Reader, 800 words.

I'll get better at the info at the top. I used Italian phrases like "cara mia" but hopefully that isn't a barrier to anyone doing a reader insert! If anyone has suggestions there I'm open to them! Enjoy!

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Papa positioned himself at his vanity, always looking breathtaking in the warm soft lighting there. But this time you were positioned between him and his tools, in a chair facing him, as he perched on his padded, embroidered stool that he always painted himself upon.

No doubt this is a different set up than the usual, and funnily enough this all started as a joke, but your sweet Papa just had to see it through.

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"Papa, your stage makeup could use more dimension," you giggled to your lover, swatting him playfully on the chest as you lounged in bed together.

"What do you mean, cara mia? Don't you think I am beautiful?" He cut his eyes at you playfully before leaning forward with a kiss to your forehead. "I think I am beautiful."

You huff out a small laugh, burying your head in his chest. "Of course you're beautiful, my Papa. I just think your paint could be..." you start searching for the right words, "Elevated! To capture your striking features. You know, a little highlighter here, some gold paint there?" You joke, poking his face as you list ideas.

"GOLD?! Papa Emeritus wears black and white."

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And that's how you ended up before him, your hands diving into his makeup brushes and various compacts and pallettes, giving your take on his ceremonial image.

Your hands shook, hopefully imperceptibly, for many reasons. What if you got the base paint wrong? You certainly weren't as practiced as he was at it. But also, you were simply buzzing with excitement. Although it had begun as a joke, you'd always hoped for the day you would get to adorn this man with makeup, fretting over every little detail and worshipping every curve, crease, and damn- that jaw.

He sat in silence, very serious, and very uncharacteristic of him. You expected him to flinch or giggle or try to mess you up, but it never really came. You think he was really wanting to gauge your talents, see your ideas come to fruition.

As you prepared to paint the distinctive black around his eyes, you gently propped your pinky on his nose, bracing your hand. Papa looks you straight in the eyes, whispering softly, "My nose is so delicate, isn't it?" The unexpected joke earning a snort from you and breaking the serious tone.

From then on, it was hard to make eye contact with him without giggling like a school girl, and you didn't want to mess this up. He wore a shit eating grin for quite a while after, but let you continue blackening out his eyes, powdering them after to keep it from creasing.

After getting the base makeup just right, you embellished the look the way you had envisioned. It wasn't much, but you thought it would capture his visage even better than his paint already did, with a little highlighter here, some gold paint there. It looked gorgeous in the dim lighting of his chambers. While you were quite proud of yourself for effectively capturing the image in your head, you were nervous he wouldn't like it or find it "girly" or something.

"You ready to see it, Papa?"

His arms shoot up theatrically, covering his eyes, but careful not to touch your hard work, "So ready, my sweet," his lips stretch in a goofy smile.

You move to stand behind him, covering his hands with yours. "Okay," you whisper right next to his ear, as you guide him to drop his hands.

Upon seeing himself, he inhales sharply through his nose, sitting up straight and eyes widening, "Oh, mi amore..." He leans towards the mirror, turning his face left and right, gently gracing his fingers across his jaw, "I could never wear this while performing..."

Your heart sank. He shakes his head, looking down momentarily, before turning to you with a bit of a frown, "The fans... They couldn't handle it," he deadpans at you. "The Ghouls would forget how to play their instruments! You've made me just gorgeous!" He gestures his arms out wide, before wrapping them around your waist for a warm embrace.

"Oh, Satanas, Papa, you scared me! I thought you didn't like it!" You exhale, sinking your fingers into his hair, looking down at him.

"Well I'm supposed to scare you! I'm spooky!" He jokes before picking you up over his shoulder and tossing you down on his soft bed. Crawling on top of you, his rumbles, "Yes, cara mia, this paint is for our eyes alone." He places a soft kiss to your lips and grabs at your waist needily.

"Careful... You'll smudge it, my dear." You brush your fingers through the hair at his temples.

"Hmm, yes," he practically growls, "I plan on smudging it..." as he sinks his face into your neck, planting love bites across your delicate skin.

Now paint a pair of eyes

And let's watch as it dries

Remember always, that love is all you need

Tell me who you wanna be

And I will set you free

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devilleswisteria · 2 years

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OMG YOU GUYS

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #byler endgame #mike x will #stranger things #this is real #i wrote it myself #im a duffer btw [GUNSHOTS]#real because i said so okay??#stole this from twitter #i forgot the user

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periodic-euphoria · 1 year

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Forgetting Is Freedom

As long as you haunt my dreams

I won’t have a restful sleep

As long as your ghost swims in my thoughts

I’ll live every moment scared that I’ll drown

As long as my mind keeps bumping into memories of you

I’ll be unable to think of anything else

As long as my hands wish they were in yours

I won’t be able to work, or write, or draw

Without producing something that bleeds of your memory

As long I remember your name

My lips won’t taste sweetness in any other sound

As long as I remember your eyes

I’ll search for them in every crowd

I wish I could just forget you

So I could finally be free of you

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inkskinned · 9 months

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail''#ah tumblr...#writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" .....#no.... not really.....#idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing...#this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey.#idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me.#i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

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ao3-crack · 1 year

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#archive of our own #ao3 quotes #ao3 stuff #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #ao3 tags #basically I wrote this for myself #but you can read it too #me with all of my fics #seriously I write them for myself #then I go through my wips and wonder why no one has updated them in so long

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hellspawnmotel · 2 months

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Your Volo in z-a manifestation post makes me wish for Volo(new immortal) and AZ (old immortal) beef.

yeah that would be funny

#pokemon #plza #pokemon legends za #art tag #pokemon xy #thanks to the person who wrote up some image descriptions!#srry im occupied with something else otherwise i woulda done it myself

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mahodraws · 2 years

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gummi sharks in their natural jello habitat (study originally)

#original art #artists on tumblr #mahodraws #please ignore that i wrote my signature backwards im on gummies myself rn OTL

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kingofmyborrowedheart · 18 days

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Begging swifties to understand that Taylor didn’t write reputation and Lover with the knowledge of how the relationship was going to end and that trying to “excavate” those albums for evidence to prove a specific theory as to why it ended is not how they should be viewed. Taylor wrote those songs feeling a very specific way because that’s what she was experiencing and she is now reflecting on them with hindsight and relates to them differently than when she first created them. These conflicting emotions can exist; how she views it now doesn’t diminish how she felt about it when she first released it.

#taylor swift #don’t know if I’m expressing myself as properly and as articulate as I’d like #but both of the emotions she’s feeling about the songs can coexist #like little lover can still be a love song that’s what it was for her for a while #but she can also look back and say ‘oh maybe this wasn’t the best’ but it doesn’t void what it was originally #like I keep seeing things like oh she wrote this lyric in lover about him not showing up and it’s like no that’s not right #like yes you can see her underlying anxieties and fears in those songs because she was open about them #it doesn’t mean she predicted how it would end #there was a point in time where she thought this man was the one and would write about feeling that way

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spare-the-dying · 1 year

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The dichotomy of writing.

#I wrote a line that made me so upset I felt like I punched myself :)

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torchwoodpropaganda · 1 year

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The threat has been dealt with, if you can call it that. No more of that specific chain message should be sent around. If you do see it, contact us.

#just to calm anyone with anxiety #the chainmail is fake #i wrote it myself #nothing will happen if you scroll down and read it #i prommy (short for promise)

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dudethatsmyundeaduncle · 1 month

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Had this Headcannon that when Multi-Lingual Dick and Jason get drunk they start singing Ballads in Spanish. Yeah some classical shit like Vicente Fernandez but also the most wild Selena you've ever heard.

#is this a post about Latinx Jason todd? Bitch it might be #Don't ask me about it tho cuz I'll deny it to my core #I imagine jason drunk off his ass belting No Me Queda Mas like he fuckin wrote the song #Dick's got Como la Flor Energy but he has ugly Sobbed NMQS too #they are so infamous for their drunk spanish ballads that they actually rub off on TIm #imagine young justice suprise when the whitest kid you've ever seen wasted on 7/11 liquor is hiccuping his way through a selena song #worst accent you've ever heard sounds like a dog from New Jersey learning to bark and yet the emotion is kinda on point #TIm denies it #refuses to believe he has ever done it #Dick and Jason get a copy of the video and someone edits a mash up of all three of them warble singing that banger #anyway this was a nothing post of nothing I made for myself #fr just for me #DC #Batman #Batfam #Jason todd #Tim drake #Dick Grayson

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naturecalls111 · 9 months

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#black leg sanji #red leg zeff #one piece #comic #fanart #sanji vinsmoke #< the tag I use more often so just for easy navigation on my blog.#my dog of 17 years passed the other night and god knows I suck at processing things #I wanted a way to distract myself but I couldn’t Really distract myself so.#when I woke up after drawing this comic I hated how I wrote the end part #my brain was muddled so words weren’t coming to me the way I wanted it to #I was going to change it before posting it here but that feels… disingenuous. so I’m keeping it #my puppy’s name was Sunny. it’s silly of me but it makes me feel even closer to one piece now #anyway sorry for rambling #I miss my big baby

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periodic-euphoria · 1 year

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How I See You

Dear my dearest,

You think yourself to be stupid

And you are

Too daft to recognize your own agonizing beauty

Yet you get see it in the mirror every day

While I consider myself lucky

To be able to catch a glimpse of you from afar

You think yourself to be friendless

And you are

All those people that you laugh and gossip with all day

If they were true friends who truly loved you they would shade you with their own hands when the sun hit your eyes

And hold their coats over you when it rained, even if it was only a drizzle

And hang your shoes over the heater for a while so they could be nice and warm when you wore them

And sleep on the side of the bed that’s closer to the door so you don’t feel as scared at night

How friendless you are to have no one to do that for you

I would do that for you

You think yourself to be quiet and boring

And you are

Because no one around you cares to listen

If someone did, they would find that you have so much to say that even when you talk for hours your mind still races faster than your words can keep up

I would listen

I would sit and listen to all your stories and all your jokes and I would hang on to every word you say like a child collecting candies, arms full but still eagerly reaching out for more

And I would never get tired

You think yourself to be unlovable

Because no one has ever expressed their love for you

No one has ever been lucky enough to love you

They’re all fools

Only an artist can truly appreciate art

Because you are art, and unlovable is the farthest possible way to describe you

You are what writers write about and what singers sing about and what dreamers dream about

You have no idea how loved you are by me

And you’ll have a hard time believing it

That this is how I see you