#I AM ALREADY DEAD

[minnesota-fats]

The Ghost and the Runaway

Tim, done with the constant degrading comments from Damian and his older brother and father figure both downplaying the atempts on his life he decided he was done. And what better way to show that than going out in a blaze of glory. He sets a building to explode with everyone believing he was inside before walking away.

He makes Kon promise not to out him cuz his heartbeat. Kon agrees cuz tim if better off somewhere where his isn’t in constant danger. And attending his own funeral was more fun in a way he never thought possible! He hated to admit it, but he as glad to see how distraught everyone seemed; even damian.

He travels back and forth across the world, keeping tabs on everyone from his old life. At 18 he finds himself in amity park, meeting a ghost boy who makes him feel seen in a way he has never felt before.

Then said ghost boy is revealed to be the son of the local ghost hunters and abducted. Tim goes to the only people he knows can help him, the bats.

Feel free to take this idea and run with it!

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And now, an unedited start of draft that I’m probably not gonna finish:

Tim has had enough!

He has had enough for a long time, but this was the last straw!

Damian had entered his room during patol and threw Tim’s camera onto the floor, shattering it to pieces. He didn't know why the brat did that, nor did he care—but if he could guess it was probably how, for once, Dick chose Tim over Damian for patrol. The reason he knew it was Damian who did it was because of the hidden camera’s he had stashed all over Wayne Manor. Sure, he could buy a new camera, maybe even repair the one he left laying on the ground as he pulled out his laptop to investigate. But this camera was given to him by his parents, years ago. It was the last thing he really had left of them. They may not have been the most present, but they still showed their love in the only way they knew best: material gifts.

Tim closed his laptop and set it on his bed before he slowly stood. He crossed the room in a few steps and stared down at the broken camera. He didn't realize he was crying until he saw droplets of tears hit his socked foot as well as the hardwood floor. When it dawned on her he took a shaky breath before saying out loud, “kon, I need you.” He knew if he didn't have a buffer right now, he might do something that would really get him into trouble.

After a few deep breaths Tim turned at the tapping at his widow where superboy floated just outside in the dark. He waved but faltered when he saw the tears in Tim’s eyes. Tim walked over to the widow, disarming the basic traps, before opening it for the super. Kon entered quickly and pulled Tim into a hug. At the warmth, Tim felt himself melt into the firm yet gentle embrace. He wrapped his arms around Kon and buried his face into his neck, letting out a shaky breath.

Kon picked Tim up and walked over to the bed so they could lay down and cuddle him. Kon’s eyes flared red when he finally spotted the broken camera, he forced his eyes shut to keep from burning a hole into the floor. Kon took a deep breath before stepping over the camera and continuing to the bed. He lifted the covers and layed Tim down first before removing his own shoes and following after him. As he laid down Tim curled up into his side and began to let out silent little gasps and sobs.

For as long as Kon knew Tim, Tim had never been a loud cryer. Later he found out that that was because of his parents before Bruce. Despite the past neglect, Kon knew Tim still loved his parents. Kon also knows that he only kept a few things from his parents, one item being an older camera that now layed broken on the floor.

When Tim’s sobs lessened, Kon spoke up. “Rob, what happened?”

Tim didn't answer, only looking up at his laptop weakly. Kon pulled away slightly to grab the item before returning to Tim’s grasp. He opened the laptop and typed the password in not knowing what to expect. Yet when he saw the video frozen on Tim’s little demon of a brother holding the camera above his head and about to throw it on the ground, Kon couldn't bring himself to be surprised.

From all that he has witnessed and heard about the brat, he had decided that he hated the little monster and was angry on Tim’s behalf.

[nanamis-bigtie]

oh fuck me 🥵

[hersurvival]

SOS

I need extraction, NOW

I went to bed to get cozy and transfer my poetry into my notebook. My boyfriend burst in and CAUGHT ME

NOW HE WANTS TO READ THEM AND HE'S BEING WEIRD I SAID NO

Someone help, 911, anyone?

SAVE ME, I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE, I HAVE NOWHERE TO HIDE MY NOTEBOOKS NOW THAT HE KNOWS OF THEIR EXISTENCE

I might just have to bury myself in the yard with them tonight. Or do I get rid of him instead?

Either way, here's to staying up later than I'd like until he falls asleep 💀

[dobbiamo-capire]

Hiiii! Why is charles going to sanremo a bad thing? what is sanremo 🫣

Charles going to Sanremo is bad bc I’m dead.

Btw it’s the most famous singing competition in Italy, the italian grammys basically, and it was there before Eurovision too, which is inspired by it. And it’s also this crazy week where italians are forced to stay up till 3am for 5 days straight so it’s all a delirium.

[leffee]

Ik my Vinnie design includes him being really underweight but man, maaaan, today I am thinking about Vinnie with a bit of tummy and I just

[stoutstoatpress]

Halfway through Snow's Songbirds 3e (also while listening to her playlist on YouTube, great pairing).

Just thinking about death and rebirth and character arcs and doing regular boring shit in-between adventures. The layout is very paired back and playful. Loving it 💖

[lost-my-sanity1]

naannam & naanfah

[therelivesafaerie]

TW: mention of su1cid3

Isolating isn't enough i need to kms!!!!

[super-bl00m]

Where: Liv’s Childhood Home Who: Liv & Kassandra

Olivia had a very short list of reasons that would land her back in her small hometown - a wedding or a funeral. Neither seemed like an ideal reason to be back, and luckily for her, she hadn’t needed to temporarily leave her cushy life in LA in at least 15 years. 

Upping and leaving her fiance to come back to the house she grew up in had surprised even her. What surprised her more? The fact that she had somehow, with her long standing emotional unavailability found someone brave enough to ask her to be his wife. 

She had felt so confident in her decision to share the rest of her life with Carter, so why was it so easy to leave him without a word? And why, as she paced around the bedroom she grew up in, did the engagement ring he gave her feel like it was burning a hole in her skin? It was enough for her to remove it and stow it away in the top drawer of her old nightstand. Why did she actively seek out an opportunity to work a job on a film that was shooting in the next town over from the place she had abandoned all those years ago without looking back? Because she was an expert in leaving - it was what she had always done. 

Since arriving in her parent’s home, Liv had spent a good hour and a half in the shower, cold water be damned. Maybe if she stayed upstairs long enough, they would forget that she wasn’t at the Christmas Eve dinner table. To no one’s surprise, her mother had called her down for the fifth time before she sauntered down the stairs, sneaking into the kitchen to quickly pour herself a glass of wine before emerging into the dining room.

“Kass...hi. I didn’t know you would be here.” Of course she had thought about the possibility of seeing her former best friend on her brief trip home. Their families had spent just about every holiday together growing up, certainly there was a chance that the tradition had continued on without her. That didn’t make seeing her 15 years later any easier, and it definitely didn’t help settle the butterflies that fluttered obnoxiously in her stomach as soon as the other woman came into view. “Visiting for the holidays?” She spoke as though she hadn’t been getting updates on her former best friends life through her other friends Instagram posts.

@waywordhearts​

[themagicalmysticalboy]

abt to go to work #2 from 4pm-11pm only to nap for an hour or so then wake up for work #1 at 1:30am and be there til 9am 😀

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I got nothing left inside of my chest but it’s all alright

[ipierrealism]

Ho già capito che la mia morte quest'estate saranno le linee laterali degli addominali evidenziate in bassorilievo sulle maglie attillate delle donne

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Spooky season is almost there...who you gonna call?

[its-leethee]

I've got 50+ saved drafts and it's all reblogs, but I can't rb yet I have to process all these incredible epiphanies and emotionally stabilize before I can tag them appropriately or even semi-intelligibly.

[distorted-prince]

Parker’s failed dramatic entrance (part 44)

[technically-human]

Ooh, now that we’ve seen N!Edwin and DP!Edwin talk about Feelings could we see the same with N!Charles and DP!Charles?

As simple as that.

Edwins version

ko-fi