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Jason and Dick can argue but Bruce cannot jump in.
The minute he does, the argument turns from 1v1 to 2v1 real quick.
He doesn’t get it.
They’re brothers.
They’ve been going at each other since they were young.
Yeah the whole “Jason came back mad af and started shit and that isn’t cool” thing happened but Dick can handle his brothers.
He’s always been able to handle his first little brother.
A scenario I made up in my head
(Jily watches the future, bittersweet acceptance of their deaths, they talk to one another side by side)
James asked Lily what her dream life would be
“Well… we’ll have Harry, maybe give him a sibling, a daughter and we’ll teach them to be nice to each other.”
James nods in agreement
“ After you get that degree. Then what?”
Lily smiles sheepishly
“I’ll get my degree. Have Harry and his sister. We’ll raise them right. We enjoy them. You’ll tell them your unfunny dad jokes and I’ll teach them potions"
James nods with a grin
“They won’t be spoiled brats, they’ll be better than I was” he adds, Lily continues
“Harry will get older, perhaps get married and have babies, and we’ll enjoy our grandchildren and their children.” She speaks with enthusiasm
“Great grandchildren, huh?" James grins hard, Lily nods
“Then what?”
“Then we’ll get older, quit our jobs and retire! Maybe travel a bit. Italy, Greece, Spain! Then we’ll go home. To Andhra Pradesh, to Nigeria. And then come back! And we’ll continue to get older, showing our grandchildren our children’s embarrassing baby pictures!” She’s grinning ear to ear
“And after that? After the kids, the grandkids and great grandkids? After our careers and war? After our accomplishments and adventures? Then what, Lily?” He asks joyfully. He expects more excitement, a crazy unimaginable end.
Her smile dims and his does too. She turns towards him, face to face.
“Then we die.” She says it so simply like it’s the most important thing in the world.
“And I’m buried next to you, like I’ve always been.” Her eyes do not leave his. They’re so soft, so full of love, it melts into his bones, dripping through his soul. His eyes water without his permission.
“Every time?” There’s a desperate feeling in him.
“Every single one.” It’s a promise she’s not sure when she made, but it holds true
They both laugh as tears roll down their cheeks. She presses her hand on his face and he holds it there before kissing her ring finger.
“What’d you think the next one will be?” He asked as he tucks her close. She hums, thinking for a moment.
“I’ll be a princess and you’ll be a prince, Sirius will be your bodyguard and mary will be my lady in waiting.” He chuckles
“Or maybe you’ll be an out law and I’ll be the sheriff. What do you think?”
“Okay im thinking you’ll be a mafia boss and you’ll kidnap me because I owe you money.” Lily laughs in absurdity.
“I doubt that’s likely.”
“You never know, Evans.” She pause that same wistful expression coming out.
“Well… we’ve got infinite lifetimes to figure it out.”
“That we do.” He kisses the top of her forehead and she kisses his jaw.
(Sirius busts into the room, endeared and disgusted, their friends trailing behind him)
“You both are bloody saps! Why don’t you join souls while youre at it! Jesus CHRIST!
Feeling loss of time from a traumatic childhood really catches up to you the older you get. It trickles down into everything. Would I be wealthier if I’d done more growing up? If I had picked up an instrument and learned it better, if I had taken anything around me seriously, if I hadn’t been a chronic insomniac from the age of 8 or less, would I have been mentally healthy enough to do anything more? Would I have less body problems if I hadn’t been depressed all the time?
If if if, and it all stems like tree branches from one event to another. If this didn’t happen, maybe I’d be this way. If this didn’t happen, maybe I’d be healthier. If this, if that.
And of course, none of it really matters. Our childhoods aren’t a death sentence or a stain on our livelihood. Existing isn’t a competition. You’re not less just because you haven’t achieved everything you thought you might at ten years old. People change and grow and shit happens that you can’t fix or rewrite and you adapt because you have to. False positivity might feel lacking, sure. But it’s not a bad thing. You wouldn’t look little you in the face and tell them that life only gets worse from here on out, would you? If you would, I feel sorry for you. You deserve a lot more gentleness than that.
Intentions
Summary: When Tommy imagined spending time with Evan’s sister, he’d always imagined having Howie there as a buffer. Now that Howie’s illness has temporarily removed him from the equation, Tommy finds himself slightly intimidated having to interact with her one-on-one.
Notes: Written for day three of @bucktommypositivityweek 💜
Prompt: "meeting the friends and family"
“I know you were at our wedding, but I don’t feel like we really had an opportunity to talk, or get to know each other. It was such a chaotic day.”
“I figure all brides feel that way on their wedding day. Everyone you know shows up to celebrate you, but you don’t have a chance to spend quality time with any of them?”
“That’s true! I guess our wedding wasn’t so unusual, after all!”
“I.. wouldn’t go that far! It was pretty unique.”
“You’re the one that tried to upstage the bride with your outfit!”
Tommy chuckled. “It wasn’t what I had planned.”
“That feels like a theme between you and my brother.. the unexpected.”
Tommy’s palms began to sweat a bit. Was this where the conversation took a turn?
(..link to ao3..)
I feel like with all the Stan/Kyle fics I read it's like I'm stepping into alternative universe's where they're love is the constant however exists in different ways. Like in this fic 'SYSBFK'(if you know you know) it's such a juxtaposition from the 'Scenic Route' and then you have 'Toward the End of Time' and a number of others. Do you get it kind of? It's like in any universe, in any circumstances, no matter how, no matter where, Stan and kyle find a way to fall deeply and irrevocably in love with each other and that is such a beautiful thing to me. It like if in this universe where they fall in love and it has a horribly sad ending for them, it's okay, because in the next life they will get a chance to start a new, fall in love all over again and hopefully life will do right by them this time.
He asks what's on my mind
Whenever he catches me staring.
And I tell him,
"Nothing.
No thoughts, head empty.
Talk to boy.
Kiss boy."
And he nods,
"Kiss girl.
Don't be weird.
Look at pretty mouth.
Listen how cute she talks."
crazy how people can get used to anything.
like, i’m stage manager for a show my arts school is doing, which is probably one of the best shows i’ve ever seen. it involves van halen being played on electric violin, a battle of the bands - ranging from shoegaze/screamo to russian classical - and a segment for all of our singer-songwriters, featuring full ensembles and original songs, some being debuted live for the first time. it’s unbelievable that this is all being done by high schoolers. and yet-
some people are still saying it’s a bad show, that they’re scared for it, that it won’t be good.
as a recent transfer student, i’m in total awe of everything i see there, including the stuff my friends say is bad.
because their “bad” is my “phenomenal.”
i don’t know how they can see what i see and turn up their noses at it. but i do understand what they mean now when they say “you’re your own worst critic.”
because maybe your bad is someone else’s phenomenal
