#Coming Back

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

You Remind Me Of Her

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"Jason wake up I want to go see the new store!"

He felt his blankets get tugged off of him. Groaning he scrunched his face into the bed.

" Let me sleep another hour or two, it was late when I got in bed."

" And who's fault is that?"

He grabbed the nearest pillow to him and flung it to where the voice was coming from, even with perfect aim he wasn't surprised when he heard it connect with his wall and not a body.

"Yours! If you hadn't dragged me with you to look for those old music disk with you I would have gotten to bed earlier."

"Liar you would still have gone to bed late for whatever other reason."

He sat up rubbing his eyes, hissing slightly when he opened them not expecting his lights to already be on.

"Okay, what store are you making me go to today Martha?"

He dodged a swat to the back of his head. Grinning he headed towards the kitchen hearing her huff and following him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me grandma! Honestly, you're worse than a nipping dog"

"Well at least I'm not emotionally constipated like Bruce"

"True, but we're not speaking about my son right now we're speaking about you. Now hurry up! I saw the prettiest set of crystal glass cut tea set by the window when I was passing by!"

"Give me like 8 minutes to eat and get ready okay, will grampa be joining us?"

He turned to look at her in the eyes

Her green eyes, just barely glowing. The rest of her being transparent like fog in the early morning, her heels floating a few inches of the floor.

Martha Wayne his grandmother

His dead grandmother now a ghost

Just like he used to be

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He walked into the small store the small bells jingling above his head.

"Look Jason they have such pretty things!"

His eyes followed her as she floated over to the display case. Quickly he took his phone and held it up to is ear.

"Which one's were the ones that caught your eye?'

He developed the habit of speaking into the phone when he was outside in public view while speaking with a ghost, that way nobody would give him a second glance looking like a normal phone call.

"The one with lilies and forget-me-not's."

His eyes quickly found the pieces and grabbed them. He looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"Is this all you wanted from here?"

The 'Do you want to continue looking?' in his gaze. She gave a quick glance around before turning back to him.

"No just that for today, we can come back another day when you don't have plans."

Jason glanced at her while he quickly paid. Leaving the store he turned to fully look at her while still having his phone up to his ear.

"Plans? I don't have any plans for today?"

A sly grin made its way on to her face

"Well I thought it's been a while since you visited Alfred and since we're in the area we might as well visit, no?"

Jason sighed, " Fine, only because it has been a while plus if I don't go you'll just keep naggin' me."

Martha gave a small huff of amusement

"That's my boy! Now! Let's get some nice tea for our visit, it would be rude to go empty handed, how about some nice cinnamon tea huh?"

"Your obsession with cinnamon tea has started to spread to me, especially the weird way you like it."

"Gasp! It's not that weird, honestly I started drinking it like that because of my cravings while I was pregnant and just never stopped. But don't lie to me, you like it just as much as I do even with the peach jam."

"Fine maybe I do."

He looked down at the time, "Let's hurry up a buy that before it gets too late."

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He knocked at the door, shifting the bags in his hands as he waited for Alfred to open the door.

Martha waited outside with him even though she could easily phase her way inside.

Jason heard light footsteps before the door glided open.

"Master Jason what a wonderful surprise to see you here please do come in."

Alfred herded Jason inside taking note of the bags he held.

"Did you go shopping before coming here?"

"Uh yea, some of it is for you."

"For me master Jason?"

"I thought it would be rude to come empty handed so I bought tea."

"Very thoughtful of you, lets head to the kitchen to prepare a cup shall we."

Jason quickly looked towards Martha raising a brow

"You go enjoy your tea with Alfred I'm going to look for Thomas, I'll be back by the time you leave"

Jason gave a quick smile in return before quickly following Alfred into the kitchen.

"Hey Alfie we can use the new tea set I got today, let me just wash them real quick."

He turned around, not noticing Alfred's confused stare

"You bought a tea set master Jason?"

Jason turned around after quickly wiping them dry.

"Yeah look, they even have some lilies and forget-me-not's on them, saw them by the window of the shop and thought why not?" He half lied.

"I see, I haven't seen these two flowers paired up together in ...a very long time."

Jason turned towards the kitchen entrance as he heard two pairs of footsteps nearing. Both Bruce and Dick appearing in the doorway.

"Oh good you're both here, I'm about to prepare some tea master Jason brought over for us ,sit down please."

They walked over to the table, Dick quickly hugging him.

"You didn't tell me you were dropping by!"

"Get off, and yea it was impulsive decision."

"Hn, good to see you chum."

"Yeah, you too B."

Alfred walked over with the tea prepared, placing it on the table.

Dick leaned over to see the tray.

"What kind of tea is it?"

"Master Jason brought us cinnamon tea."

Dick looked over at Jason tilting his head, "Since when do you drink cinnamon tea?"

"Since none of your business."

Jason took a small sip before sighing, "Hey Alfred do you have any peach jam?"

Alfred hesitated before looking at him confused, "Peach jam? What for?"

"I like to mix it in with the cinnamon tea."

Alfred's eyes glazed over for a second before heading towards the refrigerator, "...I see, of course let me get some for you."

He quickly came back with a small jar and placed it on the table near Jason.

"Thanks Alf." He scooped up a spoonful and dipped it in his cup.

Bruce and Alfred glanced at each other.

Dick looked up from his own cup, "Does that actually taste good? Can I try some!"

He made a grab at Jason's cup, he quickly pulled it out of reach, "Don't touch mine! If you're really curious make it yourself."

Dick slumped on the table whining, "But what if I don't like it, I'll ruin my tea!"

"That's not my problem"

"Oh come oooon just a little sip!"

"No"

"Pleaseee!"

"Ugh you're worse than a nipping dog, fine!"

Before Dick could celebrate they heard twin startled noises. They turned around and Bruce was covered in tea in what seemed like he spit out his tea, both Alfred and Bruce were staring at Jason faces pale.

Jason glanced around confused, "What? Why are you looking at me like that."

Alfred straightened up clearing his throat, " Apologies master Jason you seem to have startled us a bit."

"With what?"

Bruce finally stopped coughing, "Nothing, you just...reminded us of someone."

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Just an Idea

[nobeerreviews]

We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

-- T.S. Elliot

(Bistrița, Romania)

[silvyysthings]

What fills me with joy is seeing all these people (new colleagues, friends and directors) showing him love 💙

[sweet-cake-double-love]

I'm back?

yes? no? i'm sure yet

it's been so long since last time i was here and i know i being making promises of returning but i don't think i'll be able to make a big story as before. I would like to just draw time by time and answer random questions time by time If is that okey with yall Sorry if is not interesting- (The ones that follow me in my not Mlp related blog may know better why)

So i hope yall will be okey with those changes if not, i'm really sorry.

Taking that behind now. Just a lil something A redesign from the past Say hi again to Banana Mousse aka Aurelia.

OLD VERSION

NEW VERSION

Feel free to ask once again

see yall around.

[cosmicfunnies]

Navigating Through The Storm - An Update On My Journey

Hello , dear friends and followers,I hope this post finds you in moments of peace and pockets of joy, despite the complexities we all navigate through in our lives. It’s been a while since I've shared a detailed update with you, and I believe it’s important to keep the lines of communication open, honest, and heartfelt.

The past few years have been a rollercoaster, to say the least. I’ve encountered personal challenges that have significantly impacted my ability to create as freely and frequently as I used to, particularly with my comics and creative projects.Depression has been a relentless companion on this journey, making everyday tasks and creative endeavors much more difficult to navigate.

The weight of it often dims the vibrant colors of life, making even the simplest steps forward feel like monumental tasks.Adding to this, the financial strain of losing my full-time job two years ago has cast a long shadow over my life. The search for stable employment has been both exhausting and disheartening, leaving me to juggle financial uncertainty alongside my other challenges.

One of the most heart-wrenching aspects of these years has been witnessing the progression of my mom’s dementia. Her condition continues to deteriorate, and the emotional toll of watching a loved one fade away cannot be overstated. It's a type of pain that words can hardly capture.

Despite the darkness, there have been slivers of light and progress. I’ve been slowly, but surely, working on new things. The journey back to creativity isn’t a straightforward path; it’s filled with starts and stops, especially with chronic fatigue making every step feel like wading through molasses.

But I am moving, nonetheless.I’m in the process of relaunching my store, which is both exciting and daunting. It’s a tangible piece of my hope for the future, a hope that creativity will once again be a full-fledged beacon in my life.Moreover,

I've taken a significant step towards a brighter future by going back to college to pursue my bachelor's degree in graphic design. This decision is not just about career opportunities; it's about reigniting my passion and opening doors to new possibilities and dreams.

Yes, things are moving slowly, but they are moving. The creation of new comics and products is underway, though the pace might not be what I used to manage. This process is teaching me patience and the importance of being kind to myself, recognizing that progress, no matter how small, is still progress.

To you, my dear readers, your support and understanding mean the world to me. Knowing that you are there, even in silence, gives me strength. I am hopeful for what the future holds, for both my creative endeavors and personal growth.

Your patience and encouragement as I navigate this phase of my life are invaluable.As doors begin to crack open, and I peer through to the possibilities beyond, I am reminded that every step forward is a victory. And I am grateful for the chance to share this journey with you.

Jackie

[gayofthefae]

If Will and Mike actually are staying together that means so much for foreshadowing.

In season 1, Mike said El could stay with him and it'd be no big deal. Living with them would make his family like her family but him NOT like her brother.

In season 2, Bob says they should move to Maine

That prompts in season 3, Joyce to consider moving

In season 4, they move to California, so that

In season 5, they don't have a house. And Will has to stay with Mike.

Ooooh

[traningdummy]

Now I’m Sleeping Alone

What day is it now? No… it doesn’t matter anymore, the lingering coldness of the empty bed, the small space where he would lay, my hand always resting on his chest, checking to see that he’s still with me, that he won’t leave me like the others.

But with that came the realization that we’re too far from saving, that we were slowly fleeting away from each other, his walls began to come up again, the ones I worked for years on taking down, brick by brick, ensuring I was there for him through it all, but it wasn’t enough, not for him at least.

The memory still rests in my head, the last night we had together, it was a night of toxic passion, his possessive yet fleeting grasp on my hips, skin slapping against skin, so much pleasure yet so much pain within the same moment, it was too much, for me and for him, maybe we met too soon.

After all, he was a mercenary, I was just a naive blacksmith’s son, making various swords, shields, armors, anything a man like him would want, yet beneath all his swords and armor, he wanted something that I never knew was for sell within the shop, my heart, and I wanted his.

From there is where our hearts began to slowly fall into peace with each other, spending my off hours at his little camp a few miles out of the city, sitting on the dirt to stare at the stars with him where he would show me each constellation that he knew and I would do the same.

Maybe, if we paid more attention to the stars and how they aligned, we could’ve seen the signs they sent us, that we’re meeting too early, that we should’ve waited a little longer, that I shouldn’t have fallen so easily for his scarred face and that damned accent of his, but I did, I fell for him, and it seemed like the gods above was deemed to make me pay for it.

After each and every set back, my father having to move away deeper into the country to make armor and swords for the king’s army, to him having to leave to chase after some black powder that would make him a rich man, after it all we always came back to each other, like were two black holes that always came together, slowly imploding into one another, making a supernova.

But, I never saw it between us, how he got some of my ticks and how I got some of his, I would randomly scratch at a non existent scar on my face, and how he would tap his knuckles against his armor to ensure it’s strong and steady, maybe we became too much like each other.

Even after my father had passed down the blacksmith craft to me and his whole shop and empire, he was there with me through it all, ensuring I never got scammed by bandits, that I got the finest metals from other merchants, he was there for me, and that’s what I needed there and then.

But as the business skyrocketed into new heights, I began to get various offers to move away, to be a royal blacksmith, become a trusted man within their ranks, but I couldn’t leave him behind, and he didn’t want me to go, but this is where the first crack began to show within our vase, our love began to crack.

Staying with him resulted in me becoming more and more busy with customers, knights from other kingdoms wanting better swords or armor, it all became too much, so much so that I began to overlook my own health to keep working, to please the masses and not myself, and not him.

He tried to help me, help me forge armor and swords, yet my mind and heart made him stop, I didn’t want him to help me at this point despite the fact I needed it so bad, I pushed him away, my own walls started to come up as I focused on my shop than him, than our love, the crack began to grow.

Within the few weeks, my business began to slow down, making me realize my problem, seeing how detached he became with me, how he would barely acknowledge me whenever he would tell me he was going on a mission away from me, it made me want to beg for him to stay, but it was like a phantom was choking me, making me not say the words as I watched him ride away, and I swear I saw tears falling as he rode away, shining softly under the harsh heat of the sun.

More and more the crack began to grow, before the vase of our love cracked and shattered completely, the passionate and toxic night, feeling his thrusts into me, my moans of pleasure, tears falling down my eyes and landing on his chest, his own tears falling down onto the pillows, we both knew this was the last time, and we embraced it.

Now I’m sleeping alone, my hand still rests on where he would be sleeping at, if he was still here, if we met just a little later, maybe the next night, he might come back, just maybe, but he isn’t like that, Pero Tovar isn’t that type of man.

[rk-tmblr]

“Sorry, 'm late I know...”

Geto turned back and saw him walking in his direction, with his lanky body inside the teacher black suit that covered most of him.

“Satoru...?”, he smiled at his name called so incredulously, “What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here!"

“Ouch that hurt,” the white haired man feign a sting in his chest, right above the heart, as dramatic as ever, “I'm a man of words!”, he justified himself.

He couldn't handle the memory of that promise Gojo was referring to. Not right now, not in that moment when it was impossibile to have him there at one arm reach...

“You're really here...”, he whispered while grasping his arms, still stunned, “It can't be, you're-”

“Suguru,” he murmured his name softly as he reached to his cheeks and holding oh so dearly, “I gave it all, 's alright, I wanna rest now.”

[soemy-yuka]

I heard there are still people here. Is anyone interested in reviving this blog with me? I brought some stuff from four years ago

[homochihuahua]

I think Jason would be more critical about starting a family than Dick.

For Dick, who had experienced what a stable, loving family actually feel like, he sees that having and starting a family will be an eventuality in his life. While he may not give it much thought now, due to his unstable relationships status or him being busy with his crime fighting business, he will accept it and embrace it simply when its time comes.

Jason on the other hand, he want a family more than anything in his life and he'd would be so paralysed with the fear of getting one at the same time.

Jason understands what a real toxic family environment with simple textbook abuse looks like. He also understand the unique subdued flavour of abuse done by Bruce feels like, something Dick is very aware of yet he tends to downplay when it touches his own person.

His want for it would be his absolute need for garnering a sense of belonging. Jason's childhood with Willis and Catherine was not good. He got to taste what it really meant to be loved and to belong with Bruce. Then Jason made one mistake, and lost everything with Bruce. Circumstances that took him away from his adoptive family, and when he came back for it this family has changed in his absence, this family cannot accept Jason as what he had turned into and so he lost that contact and belonging.

And it hurt him so much. He tried to replicate that feeling with his team ups with the outlaw members, yet he always ended up fucking it somehow and losing contact with them or they just have moved away from him, their time coming to an end, amiably even. He always ends up left behind and alone.

Jason have tasted what a loving family feels like, he understands that such love can be lost for whatever circumstances that may take it away be. He also knows that such love can progress into something so hateful and stifling that it may cut him and leave him to bleed, slowly until there is nothing left of him.

He's also afraid of continuing in line like his abusers did. Be a simple abusive father like Willis, or be a father that withholds his love and only give it when his family is going to follow every rule he lays. And one scares him because he have the genes for it, while the other does because he has the susceptibility for it. Worse of he may become a mixture of both.

How can Dick calm all of his worries. How can Dick convince Jason of his goodness and the pure love he carries in his heart. How can Dick make him see, all the gentleness he has in him. That their family can have permanence. That Dick will be there for him, to literally knock sense into him if push came to shove...

[whenmemorydies]

this song is so sydcarmy coded.

[monst3rf00ker]

My old madness combat art since I hadn't really drew anything for the past week or more yikes ( i might post some more of my old mc art as well)

I'm coming back!! I had very important exams lately and had to take a big break from drawing, mostly posting as well... anyway, I hope to post more! I might even consider opening some comissions since I really would like to get some money before my summer job will answear to me :(((

[frosteduranium]

i can't believe i forgot just how much i have adored the disney fairies all throughout my life oh my goodness.

[ineffablehubbys]

Okay I’m pulling an Agnes Nutter and placing my bet here to return to later…

David will 100% be wearing a kilt in the ceremony tonight.

This man has made SO MANY references to the fact that he will be wearing a kilt in multiple interviews so I will honestly be baffled if he isn’t

Future me: how good is it????

[deanmekel]

I’m coming home tomorrow

For so long we have waited

For so long I have missed you

For even longer have I loved you

Yet we did not known the truth

Now my hand is reaching up to the surface

I am drowning still, I am still asleep

Still I am alone in the water

And yet I know that I am waking

For tomorrow my hand will find yours

And I will hold it without the intention of letting you go

I will hold your face in my hands and find that after the ages of waiting, I still know it well

I will kiss your cheeks and your brow and even your nose to finally memorise you like this too

Lastly, I will kiss your mouth and whisper a promise between your lips:

Never shall I leave you again

For tomorrow I will once more fall asleep in your arms

But now I know that the day after, I will wake again

To the morning light and your smile