A co mi je po tom? Řekneš mi tak, a dám ti vše co jsem. Ale co je mi po tom, když mě neznáte?
To mé ruce se klepou vášní na kterou si nikdy nezvyknu, to já, pohlcen touhou, vypadám vyděšeně. Také že jsem. To jsou mé tužby v mých verších. Má nahota na papíře. Ale co je mi po tom? Stejně to nikdo nechápe. Stejně mi nikdo jménem neřekne. Jsem zmiňován, nikdy však vítán. O můj titul si vždy žádám.
Však jednou mi někdo řekl Pane, já se pousmál kruté pravdě a po nocích jsem vzlykal závistí. Proč si to nezasloužím já, bez ponouknutí? Ta bolest je má, obdiv však nikoliv. Dotkneš se mě, a ani nevíš, že jsem to já. Mistr převleků, říkali, a já se opět pousmál kruté pravdě. Ale co je mi po tom?
Mé tužby vedou tam, kam nevejdu bez nože, bez řetězu. A i tak jdu a zápasím s chtíčem, jelikož po jeho boku bojuje pravda. Bojím se ty slova použít, mají nade mnou moc, jako mnoho dalšího. Nepřiznám to. Ale co je mi po tom? Podzim je tu, nikdo nezavolal mé jméno.
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au where binghe returns from the abyss three years *late* as opposed to early and sqq loses it and genuinely, openly grieves binghe like he’s dead
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Me after I realise I’ve just nicknamed him like all my other subjects, knowing he’s my pride, my work of art, my beloved Rufus [said with the intention as Marius would say “Amadeo”]
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i would just like to point down the fact that wei wuxian only washed away all the powder from his face after the juniors fought against the mysterious arm. he only wiped it a bit by then. which means that the cool "awake yet?" line where he pulled the corpses up was done with him looking like a clown who was drenched in rain.
the first time he saw his future husband in his new body was when he was looking so ridiculous he, himself, got terrified after glancing at the mirror. bitch was acting all powerful and awesome until you remember the whole time he was doing it looking like a buffonish puppet who oh so literally came to life.
wei wuxian's story sometimes is a fucking comedy, i swear. there's a reason why nobody respected him at first, i see it.
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When I say I really want a Jason adopts tim fic, I don't mean I want him to become a parent at 19 to a teen like 2-4 years younger than him, I want Jason to meet Tim and decide that he wants Tim on his side.
I want Jason to adopt Tim as his Robin, like he decides that he wants to recruit this 15 year old that is some how the smartest and snarkiest person in Gotham. I don't want infantilised tim, I want a sorta Nani and Lilo sibling dynamic, but with a smaller age gap.
Like sure, Jason sees his little brother as some sort of soggy kitten that he must protect, but also a Tim that is very capable of looking after himself.
I want Tim to look at Jason, see Bruce back when he first donned the Cape and traffic light colours. And then in true Tim fashion decide to fix him, B was being too over protective since Red Hood showed up anyways.
Like imagine, Jason meeting Tim instead by accident when he drops in on a drug trade. Tim says some quip that throws him off his game while fighting. Jason basically losing to a very deadly fifteen year old who's not slept in 29 hours, and he thinks 'f it, I like the kid'. Then trying to recruit him consistently until Tim goes 'why tf not'.
I want enemies to caretaker, but they both think they're the caretaker
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