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a random lil work i’ve never finished and prolly never will but i reread it and idk how i wrote this. i also don’t know where i was going with it 🤪 so enjoy my 2 1/2 yr old unfinished fic

it’s based off the song “tattoo” by tyler childers. i now know it’s abt an ex having his name tattooed but i didn’t at the time and took it more metaphorically like “i left a mark on her”

I am now the one she left

A haunted tale for someone else

Someone told him that love was a destiny, that someone out there was waiting for him and they would be all he needed and would never leave. He thought that was how love worked, when times were rough, it didn’t matter. They were meant to be, so they would get over it. Maybe in a perfect world, but that’s not where he lives.

He was sure she would tell her next lover about him. How he left her alone, nights on end. Never called, couldn’t be bothered to text. He was sure she spoke of him like a horror story, and he couldn’t bring himself to be mad.

He wonders if she’ll tell them about how they met, both times. If she’ll tear up when she speaks about their fight, their villain, their losses, like she did with him.

A little bit about herself

Wherever she is sleeping

He didn’t know where she went. Figured leaving her alone was the least he owed her after the hurt he put her through. He heard she was doing well from their mutual friends, though they never told him directly, always in a passing conversation, with a sharp glance his way to see what he had heard. He had practically perfected the look of ignorance.

He wonders about her sometimes. How she finally got the courage to leave him. It was a long time coming and he had been given too many chances to change. He could blame it on his isolation. Could say it was the way he was raised, really there was no reason, he just thought love would persevere and he wasn’t needed to make sure it did.

Flint strikes out to pierce the dark

Cause a flame from just one spark

Fill the room with smoke so harsh

She exhales a memory

She was sitting alone. A metal bucket filled with their life. Pictures, notes, and all the other things they had shared, a life stretching back into her teenage years. She doesn’t understand what she did wrong. Why he ignored her, moved on so quickly. She wonders if he talks about her. Wonders if it's ever going to be okay again. She doesn’t know the answer, but she knows that it can’t happen in Paris.

She’s changed. She didn’t know what did it, but it was there. It was obvious to everyone around her. Everyone except him that is. He treated her the same, as if they hadn’t been through hell together, expected her to pack up her heart just like he did.

Maybe it was Hawkmoth. Maybe it was the miraculous, maybe it was the Order when they took them away. Something inside her was gone. Her entire purpose for years was just a waste and now she was left with too much to think about.

She lights a match, dropping it into the bucket. She breathes in the smoke, as if her lungs weren’t damaged enough, and she exhales the memories.

That’s all that was left now. All they had were memories.

The past is fadin'

Over time, but it's still hangin' on for life

Some days they didn’t replay their teenage years in their heads on repeat. Some days they were just normal adults that didn’t think about how much they had sacrificed for a city that would never know. Even if they knew how to tell them, no one would believe them. The price of a secret identity.

Little girls don’t wear pigtails as often anymore. Black cats are slowly becoming more and more common on the streets. No one talks about it. The city never healed, not really. They pushed their past aside and moved on. The Ladyblog was archived deep on Alya’s computer. One day, she’ll look at it and wonder why she saved it, erasing two people’s hardest struggle. News sites took down their footage, best not to dwell. In a generation or two, no one will know why the city is covered in ladybugs and black cats.

There’s a girl with dolls sitting on her shelf, her favorite babysitter made them for her, how could she throw them away? There’s one random day in March that everyone stays home with their families, though the children don’t know why. They want to forget so much that they don’t realize how much they remember.

I'm now her used to be

He is now the one she needs

He is now the one she leans on

She looks out at the sunset

High above Paris, they told each the biggest truth they each held. They sputtered some mess about masks and true selves and, dimly, somewhere in their mind, they remember a Literature lecture about the three masks a person can wear. It didn’t change anything and yet it changed everything.

On a quilt of rags he holds her tight

And they raise a toast of Bulleit Rye

Whiskey kills all things in time

Like things she don't remember

The past is fadin'

Over time, but it's still hanging on for life

I am now an old headstone

To her grave, I'll die alone

A testament of how she's grown

Wherever she is sleepin'

The past is fadin'

Over time, but it's still hanging on for life

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oh thank god bro i thought jason was allergic to serving cunt

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sleepy...

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more of my jason prompts ♡♡

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NOBODY FUCKING MOVE.

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OCTOBER IS NEXT WEEK

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(Source)

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IT WONT LET ME JUSR SHARE THE TIKTOK BUT PLS PLS PLS GO LOOK AT THIS. I CANNOT POSSIBLY BEGIN TO EXPLAIN THE PSYCHOLOGICAL AFFECTS IT HAS HAD ON ME.

(NOT MY TIKTOK ALL CREDIT AND MY FUTURE THERAPY BILL GO TO @zy.bones on tiktok <3)

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in case y’all didn’t believe me, news outlets are reporting that registration for the age demographics of 18-35 (bc that’s the weird ass bracket they use. i didn’t choose this) has skyrocketed, with some claiming it’s increased as much as 700%. (pls remember how percents work y’all. i.e. it was 500 before, it’s now 3500) i cannot find any like actual statistics showing that much of an increase but i also didn’t look that hard tbf

i desperately need y’all to understand the pure intelligence behind marketing kamala with all of this tiktok, main stream, pop culture shit. they are marketing to the younger crowd. the reach that the edits on tiktok and the memes on twitter have gotten is insane. and even she’s leaning into it! feminoniminom indeed (i can’t spell) she’s getting the younger generation into voting. the influx of young ppl participating in politics is gonna sky rocket. i’m living for it rlly

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i desperately need y’all to understand the pure intelligence behind marketing kamala with all of this tiktok, main stream, pop culture shit. they are marketing to the younger crowd. the reach that the edits on tiktok and the memes on twitter have gotten is insane. and even she’s leaning into it! feminoniminom indeed (i can’t spell) she’s getting the younger generation into voting. the influx of young ppl participating in politics is gonna sky rocket. i’m living for it rlly

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interrupting Jason's saturday afternoon book binge is one way to make him pissy

spot as many easter eggs as you can :>

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Actually going insane over the implications of Jason asking Dick to be the Robin to his Batman in Battle for the Cowl.

Like I initially took it at the purely surface-level of Jason wanting a partner in the general sense. Which made sense, it's a huge responsibility and a lonely one so an assistant/sidekick/partner seems a no-brainer if you can get one.

But then I really thought about it, because Jason is not asking Dick to be his partner in the general sense; he's not even asking Dick to be his Nightwing. He's asking Dick to be his Robin.

And they both know exactly what Jason means: "Be the light to my darkness. Be the smile to my scowl. Be the hope to my fear. "

He's saying "Be 'Robin'; be the embodiment of Love and Justice and Goodness. Be the exceptional person that you have always been. Be the slightly-less exceptional person that I was when I wore your colors. Be the person that I was in the process of becoming and might have been (or might still be), if only Joker hadn't clipped my wings."

He's saying "I am prepared to become vengeance, become the Night. And I will go further than Bruce ever dared to, because it is what is needed. I will be the necessary evil. But you don't have to be. If Batman is Gotham's curse, Robin has always been its blessing. I will be the brutal punishment to our world, and I am asking you to be its incandescent gift."

He's saying, "Be for me, what we were for Him. Be my anchor, my comfort, my hope. Remind me what it's all for, why it's all worth it. And remind yourself as well."

He's saying "Be 'Robin' again--for both of our sakes."

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yes yes yes!! power is in numbers. right now the larger number is the money in the corporations but people could far outweigh that if we all vote. not just in elections, also on proposed elections in your state.

friendly reminder that big shots at corporations know way more abt future legislative then the general public bc it’s their money that bankrolls things like that. so the Massive decrease in pride posts and merch* this year is telling me something awful abt the future and i just want everyone to be aware of the signs ✌️

*sorry i can’t spell and didn’t notice it changed to mercy

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Above image is a pride flag with every color band represented by a NASA image. White is Earth clouds, pink is aurora, blue is the Sun in a specific wavelength, brown is Jupiter clouds, black is the Hubble deep field, red is the top of sprites, orange is a Mars crater, yellow is the surface of Io, green is a lake with algae, blue is Neptune, and purple is the Crab Nebula in a specific wavelength.

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friendly reminder that big shots at corporations know way more abt future legislative then the general public bc it’s their money that bankrolls things like that. so the Massive decrease in pride posts and merch* this year is telling me something awful abt the future and i just want everyone to be aware of the signs ✌️

*sorry i can’t spell and didn’t notice it changed to mercy

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for pride month 2024 we're gonna nuke 10 of your mutuals' blogs and 9 of them are run by transfems 😍

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Louise Bourgeois - Untitled, no. 10 of 12, from the illustrated book, The Trauma of Abandonment 2001