#pastson

[fromoakland]

❛ i know you mean well. ❜

shitty horoscopes part ii // accepting

“dick, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to overstep.” she had been trying to help, but maybe she had been too pushy and the last thing amy wanted to do was alienate her new partner.

[arxnexe]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— blue is definitely your color 😆

TEXTS !    ;   SELECTIVE *** ;   @pastson​

 SENT ;;   [  TO ;   ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪɴɢ 🐦🤓   | |    11: 00 pm ]         ;;

      —     𝙸 𝚍𝚘   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚍 .  𝚃𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 !

UNSENT ;;   [  TO ;   ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪɴɢ 🐦🤓   | |   11: 05 pm ]        ;;

      —    𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 !

[fairdoves]

@pastson​ asked:     “you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

. ﾟ * ｡ ･       there’s no point in denying it.  even if her eyes weren’t pink or her cheeks weren’t still wet with tears,  dawn was never a good liar.   (  not because she was raised to be honest,  but because she was surrounded by lies.  i’ll leave him.  he’ll never hurt you again.  he’ll be better.  i’m okay.  )   not to mention,  this is dick ----- dick who was raised by batman,  dick who would see through the lie before it’s even left her lips.  

  “ thanks,  captain obvious. ”   lips upturn in a fleeting smile.  at least she has the heart to tease him.  fingers swipe at the stray tears that have fallen since his acknowledgment of them,  and a breath is taken.    “ don’t you ever get tired of it ? ”   the gig.  the cape.  the mask.  the suit.  the fighting.  the screams.  the mantle of dove has been her’s for a long time,  and it gets harder to put on and take off without feeling its burden.   (  it seems to get heavier each time,  too,  even for an optimist.  )   they can’t save everyone --- they can’t always make life fair.  and that simple fact takes away a bit of her hope each time it becomes more true.

meme.     accepting !

[fairdoves]

@pastson asked:    “you almost died.” / ripperoni

. ﾟ * ｡ ･     that’s . . . not what she expects to hear when she asks what happened ?   dawn doesn’t know what she expected to wake up to.   (  maybe her own bed,  hank with an arm around her,  sheets tangled around her legs,  and bed - head.  well,  at least she’s got the bed - head.  )   she’s connected to what seems like a million machines in a hospital room that’s too big to be occupied by only one.  she’s sore all over and her head is pounding,  even with the drugs administered.  no hank,  either.  he must’ve finally taken a break,  because it’s been ------- oh,  how long has she been here -------------------------- ?  

 “ --- where’s rachel ? ”   the voice that leaves her lips doesn’t sound like her own.  it’s hoarse and dry and viciously tears its way out from her mouth.  but nevermind that,  eyes frantically search the room,  where’s rachel ?   (  she doesn’t remember much.  standing on the rooftop.  the doves cooing when hank raised his voice.  the ----- the people.  fighting.  a hand around her throat,  a hand on the back of her neck.  hitting the ground.  hitting the ground.  hitting the ground.  the fear in dick’s eyes.  i’m sorry.  )

 “ is she okay ?  did ---- did those people take her ? ”

  meme.     accepting !

[hostilidadesveladas]

@pastson.  ( kaila & ) dick.

           “Whatever it is? I didn’t do it -- I’m tired now, goodnight - “ Kaila attempts to shut the door to no avail, of course he’s quick enough to prevent the blow-off. It causes Kaila to roll her eyes as dramatically as she can manage. She’s not lying, she’s exhausted -- could it be because one of her alters was up to no good? She’d never know. She’ll have to follow the trail of bread crumbs, so to speak, right along with his cute detective ass. 

[robinbait]

“You should leave. For your own good.”

for muns who hate happiness ; accepting ; pastson

“FOR MY OWN GOOD?“ and the younger man snorts back at that assessment. there is a shake of his head, jaw tensing and the usual signals in jason’s body when he is ready to fight. “you know jack shit what would be good for me, man. perhaps it should be you who should leave.“ and green eyes shine bright as hands stay on his side, carefully close into fists.   “I know what’s good for me. No one is the boss of me. Not you, and not Batman. so fuck off.”

[robinbait]

#16 & #34.

the be honest meme.   aka things you lowkey want to talk about but don’t because you don’t know how to bring it up. send me a number and i’ll tell you the honest truth. either a simple yes or no answer or a detailed response.

16.If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

No more cliques and elitist. Which exist, sadly. Being exclusive with someone for one plot or character dynamic is great and mutuals only too, but I think, a consequence of this is that maybe we get a little elitist about it. And speaking from experience, opening up the opportunities of roleplaying with another version of the same character can be opening and exhilarating. 

34.Have you ever cried while writing a reply?

Yes. A lot of times, specially when my characters are so emotionally charged like Jason is. I cried a lot a long time ago in another blog I had of jason as I wrote with a Joker and their confrontation and I was so frustrated that I cried. I remember I cried so much when back on my klaus mikaelson blog I roleplay with a mikael (his stepfather) and my character was so distraught, angry, sad and bitter that I couldn’t help but to do so myself. In a way, writing those themes is cathartic to me. 

[commissionersdaughter]

@pastson. 

          “Oh--oh my god you’re actually --- Dick ... we--welcome home...?”