#holy question

[petitefleuriste]

Will I ever get out of my own way?

[petitefleuriste]

Will God move mountains to satisfy you?

[petitefleuriste]

Elisabeth Elliot

[petitefleuriste]

How much is my soul worth?

[flowermiya]

♤☾☼ JASON

Cooking Headcanon: Jason liked to sit with Alfred in the kitchen when he baked, watching the butler make brownies and cookies and licking the spoon when he was finished. Sometimes Dick would join them, hand on Jason’s shoulder as they chatted about little nothings, Alfred smiling softly at the two’s conversation while he mixed the batter. 

Sleep Headcanon: Jason has nightmares almost every night, followed by severe panic attacks when he wakes up. It was worse when he first came back, he’d shoot up in bed and the blankets would feel like dirt and rock, constricting him and pushing him down, keeping him from breathing. He’d kick the blankets away quickly and feverishly, breath ragged and skin dank with sweat, eyes dilated and mouth dry. His heart would pound in his chest. It would take him hours to recover, no one there to hold him or distract him or to even just let him feel their presence.  

Childhood Headcanon: Jason was a good baby. He giggled a lot and didn’t cry too much. He learned fast, and he brightened Catherine’s mornings when she found him sitting in his crib, quietly playing with his toys after she woke up. She loved to play little games with him throughout the day, Jay was particularly a fan of peek-a-boo.