maybe in this season, drunk and sentimental, i’m willing to admit a part of me, crazed and kamikaze, ripe for anarchy, loves still
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i don't have an astigmatism. my sight is just blurry because of the love. love softens things around the edges
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just struggled to insert my wired headphones into my phone steven moffat you will begin to cough in three days
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prev art i need to [REDACTED] him until he sees the light
#until his toes curl until he’s wrung dry until the windows are fogged etc etc#sweetaurore#jay my heart
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outlaw with a cause.
east of Eden? More like east of Crime Alley.
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I'm in a playful mood today ฅᨐฅ
gorgeous reference!!! -`♡´-
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Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.
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jason todd returns to gotham city full of fire and biblical vengeance but it's not the same place he remembers.
there's a plaque on the park bench right outside of the public library that wasn't there before. it reads "in memory of jason todd-wayne: a son who is loved as much as he loved books". the wood of the bench is weathered, but the brass of the plaque still shines.
nostalgia drives jason todd to visit his favourite gargoyle, worn and familiar. what is strange are the flowers left there. little robin figurines and keychains. we remember you, the city whispers.
curiosity drives jason todd to look up the newest robin, only to be redirected to a digital memorial himself. gothamites offering up the worst moments of their lives that were just another tuesday to jason. how grateful they are to him. how sad they are that he is gone. how much they love the second robin that flew high for them.
jason todd is a son of gotham, and as much as he might forget it in the heat haze of anger, she remembers him.
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