Robin fic snippet
He wasn’t looking at her.
Not those lovely flushed cheeks or furious mouth bitten red- the stark truth of Elle’s face after dark was something Jason couldn’t necessarily handle, much less deserved in this moment.
So it was a surprise, when she said, sudden and fierce right over the thunderous rain. “Can I touch you?”
“What?”
“Are you okay with me touching you,” Elle rephrased, easy and clear, “I really want to hold your hand right now, but if this is not a touching moment, that’s fine.”
“Don’t fucking pity me.” Jason said, couldn’t stop himself from saying, “I don’t want it.”
Copper in bloom, a whole fresh wash of anger like Jason’s words had physically drawn blood.
“Christ.” Elle said, soft and razor edged. Pleasant. “Is he still alive?”
“Who?”
“You father,” Elle snapped, like a blow, “Because I’m going to kill him. There’s nowhere on this planet someone can hide from a Warden, and I’m going to light him on fire. Anyone and everything that put that look on your face. It’s not fear, or pity, or”-
Black sweeping, the water pulling him under so easy.
“I thought,” Jason swallowed, “Wardens had to follow the law.”
A huff of a laugh, salt-sting sharp in his mouth. “Witch law. Magic laws. A witches soulmate is a witch. I don’t care if you’re not one of my kids, and you can defend yourself. You’re- you’re my soulmate, and I’ll kill people who hurt you and no one, no witch, would even imagine stopping me. We live forever. It’s no easy love.”
Such a goddamn lie, she was the easiest person in the world to adore.
Jason reach out and pulled both her knotted together hands into his lap. Carefully unwound her grip, pressed her palms flat to his, trying to gauge how deep the cuts across Elle’s knuckles were.
“You can touch me,” Jason said, looking up. Catching, just a second before it shifted, the look of complete surprise on her face. “I never want you to stop.”
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sobbing into my plate after overhearing a conversation between a mom and her tiny daughter in this shopping centre food court
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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
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ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be
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do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely
like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day
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I'm ignoring the part of the internet who is going "Oh no" at this.
BUT OMG BOWSER YOU HOPELESS ROMANTIC. YOU LOVE PEACH NO MATTER WHAT SHE TURNS INTO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Bowser really is the type to love you if you became a worm lol
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i wish there wasn’t such a stigmatized view on platonically loving people.
I can’t call people nicknames and pet names like hun and honey without them immediately assuming i have romantic interest in them.
i can’t tell my friends i love them without adding on “platonically” or shortening the phrase “ily” “love you” “love u”
i love a lot of people. i love my sister, i love my boyfriend, and i love my best friend. All different versions of love.
let us love people openly and honestly without it being seen as “making a move” or being romantically interested.
please please please stop assuming that love is strictly romantic, i promise you life becomes so much brighter and bigger when you stop keeping love strictly romantic.
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not everyone is either butch or femme actually. That's a false dykeotomy.
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