Haha, man! Did you guys see that cover for the dreams come to life graphic novel? Pretty crazy right? Haha yeah, I thought so too
Anyways, heh, one I thing I noticed was, they used the dark revival ink demon! Hahaha which is funny! Y'know? Because- last time I read the books, the Ink Demon was, very much his Batim model by the description, y'know?
Haha and- if the dark revival model is going to be his, officially canon design now, and, he doesn't look like that because of the cycle, and the original model has been retconned, hahaha then;
watching the uncensored version of the BHBC scene with Don and Melanie is at first really awkward but then I just start to laugh cuz like… idk how to say it, but… they really did that, huh? just…….. 😭
I think I should get back on the pill. My period has been going on for 1,5 weeks now and I'm bleeding a lot. Not to mention I need to take more painkillers than recommended in order to get pain relief.
You call me. I feel the heartbeat buzz go off in my pocket. I pull it out and I read the name in my head.
Roberto.
I don’t wanna pick up the call. Why should I? You’ve said what you wanted to say. You’re never gonna understand what it is I feel. We’ll both never have the relationship that you want- that we both wanted.
All those sweet texts really just an excuse to feel like a better person. To conjure up some “relationship” that we never really had. Some figment of your imagination. These pictures aren’t anything to me, but to you it’s our whole world. At least it was until you found out the truth.
Guys. I like guys. Girls are cute and all, but guys are just more my speed.
The disbelief in your eyes, the tears in mine. Knowing that this was irreversible. Yet somehow, you flip this onto me.
“That’s why you don’t love us.”
“That’s why you’re never home.”
“Who brainwashed you?”
“Is this why you’re so quiet here?”
“Something evil has possessed you.”
“I don’t support what they fight for.”
And the worst of all, when I asked if he loved and supported me, he said;
“You’re my son. I have to love you no matter what. But I will never support those ideals. I can’t. It’s not right.”
The buzzing stops and I feel a weight come off my shoulders. Then it picks up again. I answer.
“Hey dad.” And the rest doesn’t matter. Because my phone will only ever see him as Roberto. Not dad. Not papa. Not father or old man or anything like that. Just his name. The one his father gave him and the one that he then gave to me. Nothing more, nothing less.
im so close into finally closing an almost one year long chapter (cuz inspiration finally struck after MONTHS) but its 2 am and i have to wakeup in 4-ish hours. tomorrow i have a dnd session so i wont be able to write after work i'm-