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little shinnies
alts under cut
i go to update my fic only to see that ao3 is down
babygirl come back to me please i need you
pov you walk into a wanye enterprises elevator
MY NAME IS HOBIE, HOBIE BROWN!!
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jaybin oh my darling jason todd
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koriand'r god i love you
oh nightwing the man you are.....
darkseid may be cooking w the absolute designs i cannot lie
i look in the mirror and say, “i am
a knight, a prince, i am
a bard, a monk, i am
a dragon, a robot, i am
a dog, a deer, i am
a fungus that gets picked up.”
and it gets to a point where i am
thinking, “at what point do i save
my breath and say: i want to be
anything other than a human being
please god
i beg you
please
let me be allowed to not act
like a person.”
acrylic paint on canvas
son of man study
pen sketch i did months ago
another watercolour!!
i’ve always been told i look like my father.
so i’ve tried everything to look like me and not him.
i’ve started wearing my glasses with rounded edges (instead of squares)
and clear frames (instead of black). my ears are pierced and
my hair is never kept above my shoulders.
i can’t change everything, though.
my eyes still gleam green in the sun
and when my eyes tear up. my hair still curls at
the ends. my voice is his
and my laugh is shakier but still the same octave,
the same tone.
everything i’ve changed ultimately
lead to me coming closer to the way he is.
i'm a mirror image of my father, just
like he is a mirror image of his own father, and
so on and so forth.
watercolour i did a few months back
i feel as if i no longer
hold the same soul as the ten year old i
remember being. as if it’s been scratched and
picked to the point where it needed
to be replaced.
it’s partly due to my own hubris.
i always told myself that i could be more
oerfect. so i chose to sculpt my insides
to fit the so-called perfection of the world around me.
i let things that would never matter
change the very arrangement of my organs
to fit around a soul and a heart
that never should have been there
in the first place.
it’s not just my fault, though.
the world around me was never meant
to change its shape to me. it's always been
the other way round.
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