#but then i thought 'huh'

[shahrwrites]

WIP

When Jason started letting the family back into his life—if barely at all—He never imagined old feelings would come bubbling back up to the surface for a certain someone. That it was a nuisance was the least to say about it, specially since he constantly had to put a lid on those emotions to get through a particularly difficult mission paired with Nightwing. A mission which is demanding, which requires them to be most at sync with each other than they ever have been. One that keeps them up nights at a time, exposes sides of them to one another that each is afraid to let the other see. One that grants them tender moments both are reluctant to let go of. It’s at one of those nights that they end up at a secluded niche all to themselves, running high on a little more than adrenalin and emotions long suppressed, that they dare to let go, even if it doesn’t really mean anything.

It was a mistake. Jason knew it was a mistake, and there's a sumly price to be paid for mistakes like this later. Nevertheless, it was a price that, in this very moment, he thought worth paying.

But if he could help it, then he would do anything to lessen the cost.

He drew apart, ragged breathing coming out in titters between them. He held Dick's night-blue eyes, hazy and unfocused with lust as was his own. "This doesn't mean anything." Jason panted.

Dick swallowed visibly, grabbing onto Jason's hair and hastely sealing the distance between their lips once again. "It doesn't mean anything." he repeated.

Right.

That's everything Jason wanted to hear.

Then why did he already feel this weight on his chest dragging him down?

--*--

He let the railing shoulder the brunt of his weight as he lit the cigarette wedged between his lips and took a long drag. There really wasn't much of Gotham to see from his balcony; just the gore and the grime, and everything the more 'sophisticated' scrunched their noses at and turned their backs on; the bad seeds they had sown and left to fester in somebody else's yard.

He scoffed to himself and shook his head, letting his view engulf in the smoke from his lungs. He had funny thoughts sometimes, like how this surely beat the view of his former room at the Manor. It was easy to see why Bruce and everybody else failed to understand his ways. How could he expect them to, when everyday they opened their eyes to a view of lush green grass and blossoming flowers for as far as the eye could see, and Jason had lived in this sludge for as long as he remembered?

Quickly the smoke dissipated, and he had years of training to thank for not yelping at the sight of Dick materializing next to him out of thin air. He did, however, take a moment to adjust, and only then did he notice Dick's penetrating blue eyes trained on his cigarette with pursed lips.

Right. So the sex was nice, but now it's time for all my judgments to go back into play, is that it? That was the deal, always.

Jason wanted to roll his eyes, but how could he deny how only a moment ago he himself had almost shrunk back in embarrassment and tried to somehow erase any evidence of him so much as holding a cigarette between his fingers? He knew it was only an old reflex, but was it not a reflex born out of caring about what Dick thought of him after all?

This was stupid. He was stupid. This whole ordeal, these damn twisted feelings were all fucking stupid, and he was a fool for—

Dick reached toward him, and Jason could do nothing but watch in dumb-struck awe as he stole the cigarette right from between his fingers and took a long drag.

With a glance, Dick grinned at him grimly. "You look surprised,"

Jason was in no mood to attempt denying. "Can you blame me for not believing the Golden Boy was ever capable of such heinous malfeasance?"

Dick only smiled, so unlike those sunny smiles that he shone on everyone else, and let his gaze fall somewhere in the distance, not so shy of the sight he saw. "Seems to me you don't know me half as much as you think you do, Jay."

Jason frowned and looked away, folding in on himself and leaning back onto the railing. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" he grumbled halfheartedly. He didn't appreciate the meaning behind Dick's words, so often because he didn't let on just how much he could see about a person, and it made Jason feel like an open book before his perceptive eyes.

It made Jason feel scared. To be seen so openly by Dick--He couldn't afford that.

Jason felt a hand brush the hair at his temples, and his eyes snapped to Dick's, looking back at him so tenderly. It was doing things to him. Dangerous things.

There was something in the heat of his gaze, and Jason was sure Dick himself had felt it, too.

"Dick..." he whispered lowly. It was taking all he had in him not to turn into Dick's touch, which was why he dared not speak louder for the fear of his voice breaking, revealing just how much of a charlatan he was. "It wasn't supposed to mean anything, remember?"

Dick's face contorted for a moment so brief Jason must have hallucinated it, and his hand fell away. his eyes fell down between them, "What if I lied?"

He could not have heard that right. "What?"

Dick's shoulders tensed, the muscles in his neck going taut. "What if I lied?" he repeated louder this time, "what if It did mean something to me?"

[regina-cordium]

Guy just walked in with a shirt that said “I don’t question my wife’s choices because I’m one of them” and frankly I’m obsessed

[jq37]

I always pictured Athena watching the events of The Odyssey as they happened to keep tabs on what her ex is doing but it's much funnier to know that she left him on read for 10 years and then came back to a text thread so insane that she immediately had to go fight her dad.

[evercelle]

but the show must go on

[glassrooibos]

Everything stays right where you left it huh guys

[arainaizevran]

woke up after a long rest with astarion missing in his usual spot but then i saw him here??? bro what the FUCK are you doing

[beif0ngs]

alright look, i just wanna know who is the writer that came up with the dumbass idea of replacing the line “Ever since I lost my son, I think of you as my own” with “Lu Ten would have been proud to have you as his father” in this scene for the Netflix live action series???

[seaquestions]

this is getting dangerous, wouldn't you say?

[ID: a black & white painting of a man smoking in a bathtub & a robot sitting on the edge of the tub, tucking the man's hair behind his ear. the man's eyes are obscured by the robot's arm. he also has his hand on one of the robot's thighs. End ID]

[izacore]

Dear Ed, I long for you. Every day we spend apart feels like an eternity. I know you don't wanna hear from me, but I write these letters daily, hoping one will reach you. And I know we're not through. I can feel it in my soul. A love like ours can't disappear in an instant. We're joined to one another. Intertwined. We wrote our names on each other in permanent ink. Stede and Ed in Our Flag Means Death season 2.

[llamahearted]

two people will go through similar things & learn to cope in different ways

print ♥︎ song

[ghostreblogging]

Ok ok so hear me out Twins au. Danny and Damian are twins. And you know the whole story. Danny gets "killed " moves in with the Fenton's and becomes phantom. Ad Damian doesn't know that. Well the magician summoning Damian's dead brother to enact his revenge on him has a very bad timing

"Oh robin. Dont you know the dead can have fangs. I've heard of a little tale. Of how you killed your own brother. Your twin in a quite a cruel and merciless way don't you think?" The magician drawls on over the horribly over used repetitive lines.

But it still stops Damian in his tracks. He can see as his family stop and look at him. With the look of horror and well concern. And he hates it. He can feel their gazes on him and it burns his skin.

He stops and tries to yell at them. To do something. To stop dawdling around.

Until a right flash of green stopped him. The circle lit up as a clawed hand grasped the edge from inside.

Unfortunately the magician wasn't a phony.

The being slowly crawls itself out. It's wearing striped prison clothes with conically oversized shackles? Huh.

Damian muses to himself as he prepares for battle . Must represent his or rather their lives in the league of assassin's.

The being finally looks up and shouts

"HAHA YOU CAN SUC MY DIC WALKER. I MAY BE OUT NOT ON MY OWN VOLITION BUT IM GONNA DO GHOST CRIMES AGAIN . And there's nothing you can do about it. "

"Ghost crimes exist? What even are ghost crimes???" Dick whispered to Jason

"I don't know but I am so angry at the implications of ghost cops. " Jason replies

[mourn-and-watch]

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[sandflakedraws]

my 'u should play ghost trick' propaganda starts now

[blewsee]

they make me so sick in the head it’s actually unreal

[whilomm]

i like to think that the tentacles in dungeon meshi are kinda like mushrooms or perhaps even lichens in that they are very confusing to identifty and have 200 completely different species that look very similar ("delicious brown tentacle vs BROWN DEATH TENDRIL") and you need to be an Expert to determine the difference between some of the more confusing species and some of them have like 300 different sexes and some of them are actually composite creatures composed of several different species and somehow yeast is involved and also no one really knows half of whats going on with them and in like 50 years someones gonna figure out that uhm actually these are two completely different types of tentacle creatures that arent related like at All they jusf happen to look similar and oh btw that one common house mold is actually a tentacle