You're the reason I'm addicted to the taste, but afraid of the bite…

bedtime

coughing so much i can’t sleep 😭😭

Daniel on his bedtime routine

hes REAL!!!!!!

design by @bizabizow with slight changes because im a pussy and couldnt figure out how to give him an open mouth

btw they’re not posting anything about it on tumblr -> @ao3org at the moment but they’ve posted stuff on twt

Having Nico Rosberg in the commentary box feels like when they put broadway actors in movie adaptations of musicals

It just makes sense, it’s just that much better

pix i think the only way u can make up for cc being mistaken as gregory we need a group hug of the three smh 😤

(im joking, if that wasnt clear, lol)

I mean i was going to anyway?? 🥺

danny falling asleep in random places! part 1

there is no way bro actually gets enough sleep

Little Leon Takes on a Big Role

Being lectured about being Leon is different than actually being Leon. The only saving grace was the fact that no one had seen Leon for years. No one knows who the Fourth Prince is. When Leon was officially introduced to the palace as a prince, it was a vastly different world, and he may have slipped up a few times. Sometimes he caught himself using his left hand and not his right. He would revert to his old speech habits, not used to properly enunciating his words like a son born into the upper class.

It was his first ever supper meal as a prince. The food was laid out, cluttering the table, with steam rising from the dishes. Leon’s eyes watered, but so did his mouth. Was it really possible to have this much food in one place? Hot and ready to eat? And all the while, other people in the world are starving, going to sleep on empty stomachs after a long day’s work of hard labor.

Leon’s stomach growled and he focused back on the food. He began piling his plate up, even if he didn’t even know what it was, he tried some of everything. Never before had his checks been completely stuffed, overflowing with food.

The boy next to him with the garnet eyes always seemed to stick around for some reason. He introduced himself as Jin, the First Prince. Not only was he older, but he was much larger than Leon. He’d only squeeze his arm and told him, “You needa eat up and put some meat on your bones.” He resembled the infamous king, but he was nothing like a royal. Instead he was much like the other slaves with how casual he spoke. Leon wondered where his mother was. Did this boy not have a mother too?

After Leon finished eating, he got lost making his way to the library. Footsteps pitter-pattered behind him.

Leon wasn’t only a younger brother, he also played a role in being an older brother. Yves was a clingy younger brother. He would follow Leon around the palace, watching him with wide, blue eyes. When he was caught, he gasped and ran behind a pillar or a table. This boy was without a mother as well. No one seemed to be able to talk to him. He was too busy hiding behind things and it wasn’t easy to get him to come out.

Later, Jin told Leon that giving him a cookie would lure him out and make him feel more comfortable. Cookies made Leon comfortable too. He’s never had anything like them and they were extraordinary.

For his other brothers, how fortunate the other boys were to have their mothers. The queen and her most loyal maid got along well with each other. They raised their sons as their father did not. Leon watched Clavis and his mother from afar. She adored her son very much and showered him with affection by hugging him and kissing the top of his head. Clavis always had such a big smile on his face. His joy shone on his face like how the moon shines in the darkness of the night.

Leon thought back to the past. Maybe somewhere out there, there is a woman and a man out there that showed him with the same kind of affection. Leon’s eyes softened at the sight of the mother and son. A melancholic smile graced his lips for a moment.

It’s late and I was about to roll over and go to sleep but I was just hit with the idea that Jason grew up alone

As in, though growing up in park row and having built a small community for himself, he doesn’t have many things to track his progress of growth. He doesn’t have any pictures or him losing his first tooth or any elementary school art projects to look back on. He doesn’t have any tiny little Knick knacks or like a favorite stuffed animal that he got to keep into adulthood. He’s childhood is filled with so much death and loneliness so quickly that all the people who would have told stories about all of the silly little kid things he did to adult Jason aren’t around to reminisce with him. So once those memories and outlooks on Jason are gone then they’re gone forever

And then later on: after Jason died, Bruce took down all the memories of Jason like he was trying to erase him from their memories. Bruce probably tried to purposely forget memories of them together and destroy photos and other objects of Jason from the ~2.5 yrs Jason lived at the manor because they were too painful to deal with therefore those memory markers are Also Gone

And then finally in the last chunk of his childhood, Jason’s catatonic and then on his world tour still mainly alone. And he’s so mission focused, he’s not building actually “coming of age” memories and social skills for the adult world and all that jazz that would be so crucial to entering the real world as a young adult. He doesn’t have his senior year project or stupid memories with stupid friends doing stupid things. He doesn’t have memories of being able to just being a person because everything has always been about needing to stay alive and survive

Like his favorite memory is Bruce Putting. Off. His. Mission. To stay inside with Jason when he’s sick. Him doing the bare minimum of putting Jason first when he’s ill is Jason’s favorite memory from childhood. And it’s so sad that one act of basic kindness is all Jason latched onto as a child. Because people putting him first was and still is a rarity. And people being nice to him isn’t a thing. So Bruce choosing to stay with Jason when Jason was so ready to think Bruce would just leave for patrol stuck with him because, for once, he was the more important thing

And then he gave up that memory!!!!!

I’m so emotional over the fact that Jason has nothing to look back on to see how he’s grown and changed. Like does he even remember what he looked liked at certain stages of his life??? There’s nothing to show for it. And the possibility that he Could Of had Something to show for his life except that those almost memories were stolen from him and the memories he Could Of had were destroyed

i saw your tags and remembered this…..

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeAjyYmq/

I DIDN’T REALIZE THERE WAS AN ACTUAL EDIT WITH THE SONG FUCK ;_____;

What if prison au

older bf gojo post today ? 👭

writing this toji fic at 6 am and my mom is literally getting ready for work and telling my dad “i bet ur daughter is awake. i just feel it”

😭😭😭😭