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SquishyKitty
Aspiring writer who spends too much time obsessing over fictional men (namely Dick Grayson)
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You have the freedom to do anything for 24 hours. Money is not a problem and if you need to travel, you are instantly at the place you want to be. What do you do?
Hmmm. This is tough. There’s so much I would love to do
I’d probably spend half the day doing some canyon swings, ziplines, and the such. Like the super insane ones. And for the second half I would go to France and try every pastry I could get my hands on.
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If I actually put makeup on for once in my life 😂
starting a tag game cause i'm bored and i hate my notifications :D
WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE IRL
WHAT U WANNA LOOK LIKE
picrew: here!
tagging @random-doctor-on-the-internet @cataperat @discoveredreality @ladykiller-yt and @midnights-dragon
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sometimes i think i'm not insane then robin by taylor swift starts playing and i think of lil baby dick and jason 😃
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I think it would be cathartic to one day casually just… *stab*
#if I go missing from this#don’t worry#it’s just Lights checking me into a mental hospital#where we’ll be roomies
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Favorite mutual?
What if I don’t have one? I don’t like to pick favorites
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#i’m in this photo and i don’t like it#but I kinda do#cause being fun is kind of overrated#why be fun when you can be#✨dazzling✨#and by that i mean#adhd#goodbye
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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
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Light's House as Batfam Part 3
Damian, leaving for school, walking around giving head pats to his pets: Goodbye Goliath
Damian: Goodbye Batcow
Damian: Goodbye Titus
Damian: Goodbye Alfred
Damian, seeing Tim sitting on the couch on his phone next to Alfred: Hm
Damian, patting Tim's head: Goodbye Drake
Tim, bewildered at the strange show of affection: Goodbye??
#Tim is now officially one of Damian’s pets#but not in a weird way#in an adorable affectionate sibling way#you cannot change my mind
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idea: batman and the robins never acknowledge that there have been different robins. like they all act that there's only been one and that they're the same person basically.
Justice League who's used to teen dick not kid jason: who is this child?
Batman: what do you mean, it's robin.
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Batman and Tim walking through the watchtower:
Justice League who remembers robin literally dying: ...*side eye*...
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Flash: batman… who is this?
Batman: robin. you’ve met before. several times.
Flash: no, i met a black haired boy. this is a blonde girl!
Batman: her name is robin
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Superman: it's time for you to explain. where are you getting all these children?
Batman: i have no idea what you're talking about.
Superman *pointing to damian*: who is this kid?!
Damian: i'm robin. i'm offended you would even ask that? don't you remember *proceeds to recite a story dick told him of his robin days*
#They would do this#Batfam gaslighting the JL ftw#and the JL would never find out#until Jason comes back as Red Hood and spills the beans#cause he has to ruin everything Bruce has built#then again#maybe Jason wouldn’t say anything#just to mess with their heads a bit more
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No thoughts just making airplane sounds on a fidget toy
#I am a literal child#in an adult body#it's the adhd#Lights was laughing at me#i gave them my fidget toy#now they're copying me#take that adulting#you suck#childish behavior for life#I should be writing right now
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Squishy's book of poems
A masterlist of all my many poems
Poems of being stuck in one's head
Listening
Voices in my head
Anxiety
Working a fast food 9-5
Down bad crying at the gym? Nah, just living life to the fullest (sort of)
Living life with a double astigmatism
Poems of searching for love
Nobody's favorite person
Happily ever after
Sands of time
Light in the dark
Poems for processing the end of a friendship
Best friend breakup
I hope you remember
Words of a tortured poet
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Down bad crying at the Gym? Nah, just living life to the fullest (sort of)
Peel back the layers
what's underneath, you might ask
Skin
Tissue
Nerves and veins
Muscle and bone
You pick
and pick
and pick at the imperfections on the surface
You pick at them until you bleed
Thick scarlet liquid wells to the surface
It's an unconscious tick
It's not so much that they're imperfections, some of them have nothing about them that you dislike
Regardless of that distinction, it's not about those so-called flaws
It's the stimulation you get from doing it
It's the sensation of pain (however small and insignificant) that sends a signal to your brain
Reminding it that you're still alive, that you're still there
The pain brings a sense of being grounded
A feeling of returning to reality
A reminder that you are real
A reality-check, if you will
The feeling is unlike anything you've every felt before
Nothing else can drag you back from the overstimulation quite the same way
Nothing else can pull you from the recesses of your agitated senses
Not the music that usually calms your nerves and is currently playing in your ears
Not your best friend who cares enough to slap your hand away rather than avert their gaze
Not even the still small voice that whispers for you to stop
You wish you could drown out the incessant urge to scrape off the scabs
You wish you could heed your friend's empathetic advice
You wish so desperately that you could listen to that quiet hum of godly love
But you can't
No matter how hard you try
You can't ignore the impulse to claw at your skin
Can't ignore the need to feel something,
To feel anything aside from that empty pit of nothing where you asphyxiated your emotions at a young age
The sting of digging into your skin hides that void
It smothers the numbness you feel in place of those emotions that you can no longer identify
Emotions that you claim are overrated anyway
You know why you do this
You know what causes this inclination to rake your skin 'til it bleeds
It's not self-harm (though some may claim it so)
It's the impulsivity of your brain and the mental illness that urges you to do it
Some call it ADHD,
I call it life
#lights gets so mad at me when i pick at my skin at the gym#I appreciate the concern#no buts#I do appreciate it#spare me from my brain#it bothers me#ADHD life#poetry on tumblr#tortured poet#poets on tumblr#original poem#poetry#poem#writing poetry#writing#poetry on life#writers and poets#poems on tumblr#it's another poem#Squishy's book of poems
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my dream job is to go Missing
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Y'know sometimes I wonder what Ras reaction was to the Justice League. Like he practically offered Bruce the chance to be one of his generals, straight up offered for him to be his heir, and was turned down.
Do you think he's offended. Because oh, so his organization isn't good enough, but that merry band of idiots is?!
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i do love the idea of the wayne kids giving bernard shovel talks about taking care of tim and all that but also give me batfam who are just as protective of bernard as they are of each other.
give me bernard, attending his first wayne gala as tim's significant other. having a suit custom tailored and funded by bruce even if bernard insists it's not necessary because he already has one. arriving at the gala anxious because of course he is, it's a goddamn socialite event, but being protected from every side by the wayne kids even when tim is dragged away.
Socialite: Oh, and who might you be?
Bernard: Oh, um, hi. I'm Bernard Dowd, nice to meet you.
Socialite: Dowd? I've never heard of your family before. Who...?
Bernard: I'm not here with my family, miss, I'm here with my boyfriend.
Socialite: ... Boyfriend?
Bernard: Yeah, I'm here with Tim.
Socialite, frowning: Tim... as in Drake-Wayne? He has a boyfriend?
Dick, coming up next to Bernard: He sure does! Bernard here is practically one of ours now, aren't you? He matters to Timmy, so he matters to us.
Bernard: Dick—
Dick: C'mon, let's get you back to Timmy. Farewell, Mrs!
Bernard: I could've handled that.
Dick: All the rules that apply to my siblings during galas apply to you too. I'm sure you could've, but you shouldn't have to. I've got your back too, now, yeah?
Bernard: ... Yeah. Thanks, Dick.
Jason, coming up to Bernard at the bar: Not to freak you out, kid, but there's a guy starin' at ya from the other side of the bar. Y'know him or should I encourage him to look away?
Bernard, startled: Huh? (looks around) Oh. No, I don't know him. Why... is he looking at me like that, actually?
Jason, scowling: 'S just how the slimy fuckers at these events are. Can't keep their eyes off anything that's small, young or pretty. Disgusting. I'll deal with him— where's your annoying other half gone, inferior blondie?
Bernard: Tim? He got pulled away for quote; 'something important' by some lady. He said he'll meet me here after he's done, so I've been waiting.
Jason: Huh. If I see him I'll point him yer way. Hey, don't be 'fraid to ask any of us questions or for help if ya need it. We know the best how daunting this shit can be.
Bernard, genuinely touched: ... Thanks, Jason.
Jason: Yeah, yeah. Don't tell Timmers I said that, though, he'll call me a loser.
Bernard, laughing: I won't.
Bernard, being talked to by several people at once and a bit overwhelmed by the attention: Uh— I'm—
Damian, stepping between him and the socialites: Dowd. I require your assistance.
Bernard: Um— hi, Damian— with what?
Damian: You will see when we get there. Follow me, Drake's more tolerable half.
Bernard: Okay... so what do you need from me?
Damian: Nothing. You seemed to dislike the attention from all of the nosy adults over there. It was the most efficient way of extracting you from the situation.
Bernard: Oh. Thanks, Damian.
Damian: Tt, don't thank me yet, Dowd. I am still criticising your choice in romantic partners.
Bernard: Didn't you threaten me with a katana to not dampen Tim's mood in any way shape or form?
Damian: Slander. I said quote 'if you make Drake more annoying by breaking his heart I'm going to maim you.' I don't see how you got the message you did from that.
Bernard, grinning: Sure, Damian. Sure.
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Goodbye...
It means God be with you
In Spanish, it’s something similar
Adios - A Díos - To God
It’s an interesting feeling
One simple on the surface
But complex and deep in each interaction
It’s bittersweet
The words make your mouth taste like shattered glass covered in honey
The rough texture is barely any reward
It leaves you broken
Like you’ve fallen from ten stories up, with limbs at awkward angles
But you’re whole too
Warm and relaxed with the idea of when we meet again
It fills you with sadness
A well of pouring emotions, overflowing and fractured and fragmented and bubbling
Or hope
A sore ache in my heart, of a new wound torn open
A puffed-up weight off my shoulders that takes flight with its outstretched wings
They took a part of my soul with the words
Yet the possibility that we will meet again flutters in my stomach
But always that underlying feeling of gravel and thornes
Of being alone
Again
I’ve had a lot
Too many final ones
I can’t tell if I’m good or bad at them
Some filled with tears
As a casket is carried away, under bearing arms of grief-stricken faces
Wails of their loved ones covering it in a blanket of what could have been
Of hopeless thoughts of a non-existent return
An empty chasm where they used to be
When they left when I needed them most
Because I don’t want to be alone again
I can’t be without them
When I have no control and they can’t stay
They never stay
Some with brief, breathless kisses
Nearly devoid of passion, replaced by desperation
Arms wrapped around each other trying to keep the other close
Trying to hold onto one last moment together
As the dread of time without them looms over
Some are proud, as relief drips down my spine
For my final words sent them away
As safety wraps its warm blanket arms around mine
No longer able to be hurt by their taloned hands and shark-toothed words
Sometimes I don’t even say it
I just walk away
Vanishing in the crowded halls, invisible in the flux
Leaving those around me to wonder where I’d gone
Or they never even realize that I left
Or they never knew I was there
An apparition of a memory
Sometimes it’s a brief hug in passing, barely a touch at the hips and shoulders
A quick squeeze of a hand
A blushed wave and averted eyes
A screaming slam of a door, that I wish I apologized for
Most of the time, I don’t want to say it
Because when I do, there is a finality in it
That everything we have been through has come to an end
And yet they still happen
No matter what I try and do
During the day
And long sleepless nights
Quiet phone calls where neither of us want to leave
Where guilt mixes with the need to go
And exhaustion slurring each thought
As we blunder through speech, not wanting to sleep, but too tired to move
At school
With passing high fives and shouted I love yous
At home
With head pats and cuddles from yapping pets
And a hospital
Why are the worst ones always at the hospital
Why can’t you stay?
And we can keep holding on to one another
Playing our favorite video games
Watching new movies
Talking about our day
Eating dinner that we made together
But you can’t stay
Where is this good in these stupid words?
I hate saying it
A defeat
An acknowledgment that time has passed
and that
I
will
be
Alone
again…
#lights!!!#lights this is amazing#and heartbreakingly sad#felt this in my soul#lights is writing again
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No more disco in the bathroom
#cause I’m a girl boss#who can change her own lightbulbs#not getting haunted today#nooooo sir#not me
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