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You win small fandom award when the only fic ever written has been deleted and is lost to time and the seemingly only other person who is in the fandom deletes their tumblr account 😔💔
HAVE YOU READ TWTSML
YESSSSS sorry if it’s weird to go through and like literally all your posts but there’s like two other people on this app who have read it and I FOUND ONE ITS YOU
just a little thing I wrote, I will put what inspired it or whatever at the end.
my beloved. my muse. my soulmate. my other half. my life. my love. my everything. and yet they still fall away, torn from my tight grasp. it sometimes feels as if i held them to tight, made them crumble. but i know no other way to hold them, not when they're so close to gone.
now time passes, i find others to love, but not in the same way. i would never love somebody like I did them. they seemed to be everything I wasn't, aren't, could never be without them. we would pour out our thoughts and feelings to each other, tell each other things no one else would ever hear us say. because it was for us. it was us. until, it couldn't be
i often wonder if it can be, even after they are gone. our love was too strong for it to simply disappear because one has passed. i like to think it is still there, they are still there, whispering to me in the dead of night. but no matter how much this is true, it will never be the same. not truly. I will never feel their close hold, or be able to comfort them whenever they need. I hope they will not need my comfort anymore, but I will always long for theirs
and here I find myself, falling to the same thing as they did. I do not know if I will pass like they did, no one here could ever know for sure. although I can't help but feel that sensation of crumbling, not physically but my soul. I feel that they are now the ones holding me close, and it getting stronger as time passes. I want to be here for the other people who have come after them, but I often imagine what it will be like when we finally reunite, after all these years. much has changed, but our love is like the hardest metal, untouchable, unchangeable. they will be there. and I will run into their arms.
this was like inspired by The War I Finally Won by Kimberly Bradely, which takes place after The War that Saved My Life
SPOILERS FOR WHAT PART OF THE BOOK I TOOK INSPIRATION FROM: I just got to the part where Susan gets sick with pneumonia which is the same think Betty died of. I don't know if she lives or not yet. this is written as like something Susan would write about Betty, and you can interpret what type of love it is for yourself (idk for me exactly, just strong). I didn't use any names so it could be more general
Lady Thorton: Susan, we’re friends, right? You’d tell me if you were, say, a lesbian?
Susan: But I’m not a lesbian?
Becky: Are you sure.
SAVE HER FROM THE GREEN
Ada: I'm having a midlife crisis.
Susan: You’re eleven.
Schoolteacher: Ada said a bad word in class.
Susan: Where the fuck did she learn that?
Susan: What do you want to be for Halloween?
Ada: Loved.