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april will be a good month [staring into the sink mirror eyebags prominent the most upset person youve ever seen]

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every time i remember neil has to physically wipe his fathers smile off of his own face i go a little Crazy

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honkshoo mimimi

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i’m sorry but andrew thinking neil would become less interesting when he came off the medication because drugs made everything bright and colorful but reality was dull and gray only for neil, brown eyed brown haired plain neil, to coincidentally turn up after winter break with bright red hair and bright blue eyes. they didn’t even let andrew have a moment of hope huh

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i will always be moved to tears when i think about aaron waiving his right to a jury so andrew would be more comfortable

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the biggest act of love Andrew has ever done for Neil I think it’s when Neil was too much hurt to shower and he helped him. When he covered his bandages to not get them wet and he helped him out of his clothes and took his time to clean him. When he says “you’re a mess” so fondly, so caring, without being mean or without making him feel bad about it. You know what they say when two people are getting married, “in sickness and in health”, Andrew is such a great lover. The way he was consistent with his care, when Neil was hurt and when Neil was okay. I hold this pages of the kings men so close to my heart. Cause Andrew did so well, even though he went insane at the notion of losing Neil, in his craziness, he was perfect at taking care of him, at grounding him, gifting him matching armbands, cause he understands and he knows how does it feel to have scars and to not want them to be shown to others, the stares, the quiet condescending, the questions, the judging, the fake compassion. He knows it all and he never wants Neil to feel it too. When he let him stay in the shower, when he first let Neil see him so vulnerable when all the other time he couldn’t and he always wanted Neil out of the room, when he scrubbed him dry and when he wore Neil’s clothes in front of everyone, without a care in the world, when he opened the snack for him cause he couldn’t, when he prepared drinks for him at their holiday and let him chill a little bit, when he put his hand under Neil’s pillow. How I love him. How I cherish their love.

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More dc characters as texts with my friends

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beloved exy boyfriends 🤲

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little shit talker love him

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new fic!

After pressing CALL, he listened to the dial tone and tried to remember whose number he even put in. ‘Jason?’ “Dick?” He frowned. “How’d you know it was me?” ‘You’re the only one who uses a burner phone nowadays. What’s up?’ “They took my chocolate.” ‘What?’ “I think I got mugged. Oh, ow,” He brought his hand out in front of him, squinting to study the different shades of red that covered it. OR: Jason gets mugged, because all crime lords deserve to be humbled every now and then, and can't shut the fuck up.

read the rest of it here :)

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actually by soon i mean Right Now

revisited this draft today sooo...coming soon? maybe?

“I think,” Jason breathed, biting down on his cheek. All he was doing was fucking thinking, thinking, thinking.  Thinking what?  There was nothing there, not anymore.  He wished he could say he was used to it, things being gone. It’d happened once before, curled on the floor of a warehouse in colors far too bright to have been born in Gotham. He’d laid there in a puddle of blood and vomit, trying to remember what he’d eaten for breakfast before he ended up there. What Bruce’s dog was named. It wasn’t Buddy. It wasn’t Hudson. It wasn’t Luna.  The moment he realized he didn’t know anymore, was the same moment he knew he wouldn’t be making it out of that warehouse alive. 

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oh i already know ill need to check myself into a ward after this

🚨 FUN FACT OF THE DAY: BRUCE WAYNE WAS THE ONLY FRIEND BENTLEY’S FATHER HAD FOR ALMOST THREE YEARS WHEN THEY WERE KIDS

They both refuse to acknowledge it now for obvious reasons…

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revisited this draft today sooo...coming soon? maybe?

“I think,” Jason breathed, biting down on his cheek. All he was doing was fucking thinking, thinking, thinking.  Thinking what?  There was nothing there, not anymore.  He wished he could say he was used to it, things being gone. It’d happened once before, curled on the floor of a warehouse in colors far too bright to have been born in Gotham. He’d laid there in a puddle of blood and vomit, trying to remember what he’d eaten for breakfast before he ended up there. What Bruce’s dog was named. It wasn’t Buddy. It wasn’t Hudson. It wasn’t Luna.  The moment he realized he didn’t know anymore, was the same moment he knew he wouldn’t be making it out of that warehouse alive. 

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my neighbors have a green porch light for st patricks day and it shines directly into my room, this must be what the great gatsby was talking about

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BUDDIE NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING

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Hey What

🚨 FUN FACT OF THE DAY: BRUCE WAYNE WAS THE ONLY FRIEND BENTLEY’S FATHER HAD FOR ALMOST THREE YEARS WHEN THEY WERE KIDS

They both refuse to acknowledge it now for obvious reasons…

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i just know neil was thrilled to show everyone how genius he was for cutting his jeans into shorts when it got hot out just for them to be like. get your fuckass jorts out of here