Some secrets are meant to stay between two people… in the dark. 🔥
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OOC good news
I’m alive
Bad news
I cant get this app back
I can only use the website
Which I only have 20 minutes on
With a 2.5 hour time limit on my phone
So not back
Yet
Peace
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THE TIMELINE RESETS
“A fault… In the system.”
“He isn’t at fault, Ymir.”
“Know your place, Genesis, or I’ll have your memories stripped as well.”
“You can’t do this! This goes against the laws of the universe. You’re playing a dangerous game-”
“Have you forgotten that I am the law?!”
“… He has children. A family..”
“Which breaks his timeline. It worsens. One more out of step and you will join him, forgetting everyone you love on this good for nothing earth.”
“… But he is the one I love.”
Gotham City.
Patrol was measly today. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Crime Alley was chaotic as usual, East End somehow had a chicken frenzy (no idea how that happened) and the streets were empty as usual. What was strange was Signal’s late night appearance, but the man must’ve been missing out the fun in the mornings, so…
Appearance of the city was fine. My appearance? Not so much. I never knew exactly when I decided to grow out my hair and dye the front, or change my costume to include a jacket. Neither did I decide to get a star across my eye and dots under my other eye, as well as getting contacts. They didn’t feel like contacts, though, just made my eyes brighter.
Something else changed. The pictures in my apartment were different. It wasn’t Bruce or the Bats, even though the Flying Graysons poster was still up. I found a weird framed photo besides my bed when I returned from patrol.
There were two children, one with brown hair and owl wings, dressed in a blue sweater. The other had white hair and purple clothing. A teenage girl in a teal and purple costume stood besides another middle aged man, somewhere between his 50s. I was in there too, long hair and blue shirt, next to another guy. He had long hair, fashioned in a braid. Purple and yellow was his color scheme. Two others (who I assume were twins) clad in red and green stood next to the children. What was weird…
I couldn’t remember who they are. Or were…
I took a look at their faces. Who were they to me? How come I don’t remember them? I had no memory, or even the slightest idea of who, what, why and when they were… Well, appeared?
My apartment doesn’t even look the same. More pictures, more framed up certificates? But I was a drop-out. Nothing much about Bruce, and Tim had dyed his hair? I missed so much… What happened? Where was I when this occurred?
I took a look at the photos with the people I didn’t recognize. A woman with an owl. A young boy who signed the frame ‘Swift’. A red head reporter called Dottie. A set of triplets in their 20s, each green, blue and pink. A snowman, with a woman holding a knife. Roy even went through changes.
I was also thoroughly surprised at the Court of Owls mask that was mounted on my wall, along with my sword and a picture of me in my COO uniform. I thought I had thrown everything out…
Next to my bed were more photos, but this was centered around the same man from earlier; purple and yellow colour scheme. He had wings under his eyes, and I was in the picture with him. Who was he to me? A lover? A good friend? Someone dearest?
I shook my head. I don’t know him.
With some time on my hands, I decided to crop my hair. The long hair style was growing on me, I admit, but back to my short hair it is. I kept the dyed front, hoping my roots would grow out. I had barely finished when there was a tap at my door.
I opened it and almost jumped. Slade fucking Wilson. But… No fear, no knife, no-
He took a step, and I immediately stepped back. “Woah, woah, woah. I don’t know what’s your deal, Wilson. One more step and I am not afraid to throw you off the stairs.”
Wilson titled his head in amusement. “You can’t. Besides, what’s gotten into you?”
“What’s gotten into me? Last I remembered, you threatened my team and forced me to study under you.”
Then he became serious. “What are you talking about, Dick-”
“Nah uh. We’re not on first name basis.” I was freaking out.
“Son, wha-”
“DO NOT…” I almost punched him. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t move away. Like he was waiting to be punched. “Do not call me son. I’m not and never will be your son, Wilson.”
The old man raised an eyebrow. I swore he was tearing up, but he left without a word. I closed the door, then fell to my couch. What was he doing around my apartment? Slade visiting with no plan of assassinating me? Who were the people in the picture? What did he mean by 'son’?
I… I’m not his son.
WOOOOOOHOOOOO
//HAPPY FATHERS DAY AND LATE PRIDE
Holy shit the timing-
Unfortunately not realiving myself cause TUMBLR is not unblocked and I only have 20 minutes on the website.
Posting though. Improvement.
Angsty.
I’ve had the idea of resetting Dick’s memories for a long time, and I finally found the motivation to post and prep a draft. Started writing a version in school and realized it was Father’s Day, cause originally it was gonna be one of the children at the door but nooooo it’s gonna be SLADE!!!! Poor man. I originally wanted it to be Dick’s birthday too, but I prefer to follow real time dates.
Update of my life - school? Sucks. Home? Sucks. Relationship? Great. I have insta. My Discord and TUMBLR are still blocked by parental controls, so im a sitting duck.
I do control Stranger and Screech’s blogs, as well as Eo, since my friend can’t contribute. Since I’ve heard my ask box has been filling, I will be answering once I have the allowance to my dad’s PC. I’m sorry again for not being active the past few weeks. Family, school and time issues have been keeping me from posting. You have the right to be angry at me. Sorry again.
My regards to Sage, Ash, Goose, Roy mun, Viv mun and a couple others that have been my friends for a long time. This isn’t a goodbye, only a see you later.
Ollie here, and I am not throwing away my shot. Signing out.
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Is it still early enough to be on Australia side of tumblr?
@3:50 AM here in the western states
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Feeling a bit Tense Daddy❔❔
💭 In through nose, then out the mouth 🌬️
💭 Rinse &repeat until you feel relief 🌬️
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Salt & Spice
Salt is not a spice but salt
A heart is none of that without the beating
A breath is not one without its warmth
and all the oxygen,
And breathing is not without breath
La sangre no es nada sin carmín
There is no fire without spark
There is no spark without the try, or without serendipity,
There is no heat without keeping a fire alive,
And there is no hunger without me,
There is no death without life,
There is no living without life,
There is no living without the living
Is there life among those who live it?
There is no drinking without thirst
There’s no thirst without desire,
There is no desire without restlessness,
without will, without passion,
No existe la pasión sin sangre,
Y la sangre no es nada sin carmin
There’s no river without mountains, without the rolling stones,
and there is no sea without a shore,
There is no ship without the open sea, without its port,
There is no view without horizons,
There is the sea and there is the river
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Woow l, haven’t posted here since my phone fucked up, so I’m just catching you guys up on how I’m currently feeling as of late -
Been the same occurring flare ups of emotional stress & on top of that being homeless , broke & without a job doesn’t help my emotional dollar coaster. So I’ve figured to use this site as an outlet as an anchor for my metal state.
Other apps don’t do me any justice , so you could kinda say I use this as a sort of journal type deal. So much on my plate along with missing me person ( who really wasn’t my person, & now i have to deal with half of a soul , so the other half is legit broken & on top of that my family makes it worse) I’ve just about had enough & I with someone could just SEE how much of a savior I am..
Like all I wanna do is be loved & I get taken for granted 😓 please god tell me this isn’t going to be forever
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A TERF is ranting on Twitter about a transwoman businessMAN (businessma’am) who is creating bathrooms that are inclusive of ciswomen and transwomen. Many are calling her (the businessma’am) an innovator, but the TERF is calling HIM an innovader.
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Treat me the way you expect to be treated.
#nightquotes #karma #payback #quotes #nightpost #treat #inspiration #whatsappstatus #love #girl #humanity #quoteoftheday
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I think part of the reason I like the idea of Halloween (perhaps not as much as the general celebration aside from costumery and candies, but more on that later), is because as of late, it’s one of the few holidays I’ve seen which celebrates a sort of childish mischief.
How often do you have the excuse to run around in costume? How often can you find a valid excuse to buy yourself (or others, we know you’re out there, too) a nice little bowl of sweets? When’s the last time it was socially-acceptable to do a harmless but confusing prank, or talk about bats or cute little pumpkins or cats or dress in a quirky manner?
It’s an excuse to be just a bit of a kid again, maybe be a bit unnerving or excited, and perhaps remember the small joys of autumn and apples and mischief like candy on the tongue, dissolving but sweet in the moment. No, I don’t like the darker sides of it, and there are some aspects which get much too close to devilry than I care for, but dressing in costume and getting sweets I think I can get behind as the day is long. :)
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thinking about drawing Heron in a Goth Anime Legs Uncle pose for some reason
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When they tell you, you can’t.
That’s the best time to diassapoint them.
Good night Fam !
#Memoriespremierproperties
#nightpost
#wedneday (at Victoria Crest)
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Off the dome nightposting:
If they get shanties on space vessels, will they sync to the rhythm of the warp core?
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im looking for my lip balm
i cant find my lip balm
how am i supposed to balm my lips like theyre televiv without my lip balm?