FAITH DINGLE ♥️ 💔 😭
12-Nov-2025

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FAITH DINGLE ♥️ 💔 😭
12-Nov-2025
月桃腹胸頭 323/365
dede dos film ©︎
Very cozy Wang Yibo
i hope you're well
Not every day, but I think of you— who ghosted me, ghosted but not blocked. Long I called across the bridges of all the apps we had—still have—in common, before I accepted there would be no response.
I see a post and I want to send it to you like a cat bringing you a mouse, but this cat now turns away, for it knows the offering will lay where it was put, rotting until it is nothing but bones and nothing but dust and nothing at all.
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Your presence haunts my online haunts, I open my chats and the friends list tells me you're online. "Your friend is just a message away!" it seems to say, when it's been years since we could last be deemed anything resembling such. I scroll through posts, go to share one of them, and the app suggests sharing with you. "Won't you share this post with user [redacted]?"
Of course I won't. It's been too long.
It would be disappointing to get no response. But the alternatives are worse. What if this is when you remember to block me? More horrid still, what if you respond? What if this is the moment I discover that all those years ago, I committed some grave crime that hurt you, that I had never realized?
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We met near a decade ago. We are no longer the children we were. But as I scroll through your reblogs I see that our interests, though long developing independently, even now would intersect. We might become friends, I think, if we were to meet for the first time today. Is it unfortunate that it is not so?
You once had a friend. I still remember her name upon your lips. Your friendship was wonderful, your romance more so. Then she vanished. "I will always write back," to you I then pledged, thinking that although we were mere friends, I would never put you through that. I never imagined that the one who would never write back would be you.
"I love you (platonically)," I'd pen in my hand-written letters, thinking in my mind, that the addendum would somehow prevent us from going down the same path, that of you, and of her. I wonder if that's what drove you away. Internalized homophobia that I couldn't then see, coming from the "token straight friend" that turned out to be a gay-ass bitch—what irony. I wonder if the realization hit you with a delay, and that's when you decided to turn away.
Or maybe it wasn't that. Maybe it was something else. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was life. But what kills is the not knowing.
You're still online as I write this. Will you see these lines as I post them?
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Platonically? Is that even a word? Does it matter? Does it matter the how when the fact is I loved you?
My letters did not lie. I loved you.
I love you.
And for that, I carry a hole in my heart in the shape of your smile and with the sound of your laugh, or rather the memories of the memories of you.
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I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me. I'm crying, now. "I wouldn't lose you as a friend for the world," you wrote when you wished me a 'Happy Birthday' seven years ago. "Je t'aime," you signed it, so you could tell your French teacher that the letter was actually practice for class. I believe you meant it.
There's much that I don't remember From all those years ago. It's possible my memories have warped, but I'm choosing to trust in the words that I still have, and can hold in my hands. You said I pulled you out of darkness. In the years since, I hope you stayed in the light even without me. I see bits of you in the people I've befriended since the time we parted. You opened my eyes to new worlds, but none of the inhabitants of those worlds are you. No one could ever be you.
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I kept messaging you, long after you stopped replying. After all, there were difficult years. There were difficult times. I remain heavy-handed with my benefit of the doubt. But eventually, I got the message. Eventually, I felt pathetic whenever I typed up a draft. Eventually, I began to fear that I was a nuisance, a creep, for thinking of you when you so clearly no longer thought of me.
Still. There are days when I can't but remember. There are days when I can't help but mourn. You’re online, blinks your status, and taunts me. Then my heart must remember—it’s torn.
What I liked about the prison episode
THE KISS! :P Obvs. (I have a lot to say about the kiss so I'm making a separate post about the kiss at some point.)
I loved how boyish Robert was. It made me smile so much when there were those moments when Rob got giddy and had a huge smile on his face. In "the karate" session (or whatever the f*ck it was lol) and when Kev came back from the isolation. There was also something childlike in the moment where Rob climbed onto his bed to put the pictures on the wall. Mostly down to Ryan's acting I think, cause I got the childlike vibe from the way Rob moved his body when getting onto his bed and from his facial expressions when he put the pictures on the wall. Robert got to create this little place of happiness that was his and his alone. <3 (It does baffle me though, why Rob watched down to Kev's bed before putting the pictures up on the wall. If you have ideas about that, let me know.)
Staying in the same scene... I loved the smile on Kev's face when he got onto his bed. Kev did something nice for Rob and Rob being able to feel some happiness made Kev feel happy. This scene and the scene where Rob told about Vic's brain tumour in which Kev hugged Rob with compassion, showed that Kev does care about Rob and his feelings, so I love that there were scenes that told us that.
The thing that we were all waiting for. Will Kev turn out to be "GOOD" or "BAD". ;D Well... there is still different opinions on this, but I, who rooted for him to be "good", definitely felt like a winner after watching the episode. I really felt like popping a champagne bottle and celebrating with other pro Kev fans. :D I think Kev stabbing himself in order to not to lose Rob was the only bad thing he did. And even that wasn't coming from a bad place, but from a place of fear and Kev's own traumas.
Getting to know the root cause (at least one of them) of why Kev behaves the way he does, why he is so insecure and why he so badly wanted Robert to stay in his life (and still does). The guy has severe abandonment issues. (As funny as it may sound, I can actually totally see him opening up to Aaron and them becoming friends one day.)
The reveal that Kev is Lewis's father. I guess. It's a total mystery where this part of Kev's story is going, but it does give me hope that maybe there still will be some happiness in Kev's life in the future.
To Faith Dingle. Wicked, wise and… wonderful.
12-Nov-2025
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