Laws catch flies but let hornets go free

Indie rp blog for DC's Thomas Blake Jr. Written by God

[heartbreakclubs]

me? constantly afraid of being abandoned and replaced? hell yes

[rpmusings-galore]

                                                             i was just a kid                                                               i was just a kid                                                              i was just a kid

[awwcutepets]

Don’t be fooled! He is a real killer :D

[nimblenomad]

[thegoodvybe]

[mcavoy]

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

[deactivated-blog]

Despite this mask of happiness,                                                     I drown in dark despair.

[halloweenatdusk]

[chxton]

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Try as he might, Tommy was finding it difficult to disappear in this crowd. Maybe it was the split lip and aging bruise that dominated his cheek or perhaps everyone had just been instructed to keep an eye on him, but he could feel the way someone’s gaze was always on him. A fact his metagene made him acutely aware of. He had been hoping to be left behind despite his captor’s insistence that nine was too young to be home alone all evening, he was used to being alone for far longer. They were concerned that he’d run away, he supposed. They were right. Even if Roy Harper was his half sister’s father, he had no right to just show up and take Tom away from his mother. And then to make matters worse, he had to go and drag him to some superhero get-together with his dumb family. He had to get out of here and find a way to contact his mother. She had to be looking for him.

Scanning the windows for one that might be more secluded than the others so he could pry it open and scale down the side of the building, his gaze settled on the dark-haired boy openly watching him. Curling up his chapped lips like an animal and ignoring the pain it caused his injuries, he snarled at the stranger, “What?”

[write-it-motherfuckers]

 “Is there a particular reason that you’re bleeding out on my bedroom floor?”

 “Well its a little too cold to be bleeding out outside.”

[11daddy-deactivated20201209]

Me when someone plays with my hair: can you do that for the next 12 years thx

[coldofflesh]

     i will FIGHT until my last breath, and you better pray i stay down.

[valtsv]

im full of rage and dangerously stupid but god is holding me back by the scruff of my neck like a kitten

[smallblueboyscout]

@notbatboy

[scxrycarrie-achieve-deactivated]

Don’t tell            { me }                  I’m not a                         m o n s t e r.                              I know the                                      { truth } 

[cactusprompts]

will you still love him

when he is painted

in the blood of someone else?

[anemonevonbaron-blog]

[chxton]

@ofinfiniteuniverses

Happy birthday, Darling. Here’s a little something inspired by our immortality/reincarnation au <3