#but the song is pretty

[clockwayswrites]

Orange, Mavis (Song Thrush), Danny/Dick

@wisteriavines cw: stitches

“You know, we do have people paid to do this,” Dick commented idly as he pushed the needle through Phantom’s skin.

“Yep.”

“People who are far better at it than me,” Dick added.

“You do fine.”

“They’ve got this great stuff to numb your skin—”

“’Wing,” Phantom said. Dick could tell from Phantom’s tone he was a hairs trigger away from actually snapping.

Dick sighed.

He wanted to push the mater. He always wanted to push the mater. To ask why did no one else seem to know that sometimes the wounds Phantom got carried over to this other side. To ask who even knew about this other side. To ask why Phantom trusted him above everyone else.

But he wouldn’t. Phantom and him were too much alike. They both kept too much buried under quips and grins and a devil may care attitude. Dick refused to be the one that broke Phantom’s carefully constructed damn keeping the real emotions back. It would happen and Dick worried sooner rather than later, but Dick refused to be the one who caused the break.

He would be there to help after though, just like he was always there to help patch Phantom up like this.

Dick sighed and pressed a fleeting kiss to the skin above the wound and went back to stitching it up. In out, in out… the rhythm of the needle brought an old song to mind, one his mother used to sing. He thought he half remembered the words…

“Luna și cu stealilii Să-ți păzească viselii Să-ți mângâie geanilii Geanilii sprânceanilii…”

Yes, he’d be there when the damn broke.

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prompt set 3, feel free to continue this is you'd like to song link

[frenchublog]

[luxjii]

Gift for my sister inspired by cartoon saloon’s style

[lesbian-disaster-academic]

i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.

as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."

NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING

[smilenetwork]

Now I’m without you

[blackcherrydarlin]

Reminding me of a 2000s video vixen

aliyahsinterlude

[sunnyirry]

guess who's been listening to yaelokre on repeat lately

[tiarpopdind]

Painted this guy 🙄🙄🙄

[0bsessiv3s0ul]

Alicent Hightower

[courtesanofdeath]

MAOMAO

[triona-tribblescore]

okay so they may have a minor chokehold on me at the minute-

[vintrage]

fire cannot kill a dragon BITCH

[sailoreddy]

[tioraidh-tux]

an ageless, plastic poem

[hinamie]

august

[pwhale6]

your lips my lips apocalypse

set in aziraphale's bookshop where they talked about the antichrist and got drunk af

also used "the kiss" by malcolm t. liepke as a reference cause it screams aziracrow