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For @slug-butt

From this idea. I also put it on AO3, in "all the times I've loved you mine" (chapter 5).

He dreams about him sometimes. Through a haze awash with liquid green this smiling young man’s face comes through. He looks just like him, only. Less. Weathered, or troubled, or, some other word that does describe him, but, doesn’t describe. Him.

It’s the face he sometimes comes across in old pictures. The eyes shine with the same joy. The smile curves with the same hope.

Only, when he dreams, the face is older.

And when he looks in the mirror, this face is older, too. Only, these eyes flash with bitterness. This smile curls with resentment.

New scars adorn his features not shared by the boy in old pictures or the man from his dreams.

A grave, sardonic chuckle escapes him, unlike the trusting, mirthful laughter shared by the boy in old memories or the man from his head.

He doesn’t know if this dark-haired stranger with the bright teal eyes is a fiction conjured by his brain; perhaps as a stress response to the violence of another late night—

Is it a dream. Does the resemblance suggest something more real.

Does he, somewhere across the multiverse, in some alternate reality, truly exist?

Does he dream occasionally, of this worn, beaten reflection of himself, with slumped shoulders and a heavy tread; fingering unholy holstered weapons with murderous intent?

Or, could he be blissfully ignorant of this warped, twisted apparition of himself, that fought back through the green ahead of him, breaking free instead of him—

Returning without him.

Is that what happened?

Was he meant to stay behind, or perhaps meant to bring that part of him, with—

There’s no point in this line of thinking.

And in time, his cheerful, unknowing counterpart will cease to haunt his sleep; whether as a young boy, or a could-have-been older man.

Only, until then, or perhaps, to ward him off, Jason pays his respects; for taking his place—?

It rains this year, but is equally as quiet as the year before. And before. And before, still.

Mud sticks to his boots, squelching underneath, rather than the crunch of hard ground and foliage, like the year before.

Droplets travel down his leather jacket. It’s cold this time around.

His hair is wet. Longer. Messier.

There is no mask this evening.

The violence of the night presents itself in a different way.

Only the consequences are the same.

Just in case he could have been here, just since he did not make it back, just because he deserves it more, just for the loss of it; Jason mourns his absence with a bouquet by his gravestone.

And leaves. And continues to dream.

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Every year on the day he died Jason leaves flowers at his grave. It puzzles the family because most of the time he actively tries to remove the gravesite from existence, and he’d rather hug Bruce than set foot in the graveyard the rest of the year. He doesn’t tell the others but he goes every year to mourn. He doesn’t mourn his death, he mourns the dead boy’s death because they are two very different people. One deserved to live, to be happy and have a family. And Jason hates that he was the one that came back and not the boy everyone used to know. So he leaves him flowers.

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it’s the perfect date.

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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Writer’s Diary”

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On This Day In History

March 23rd, 2021: A container ship runs aground and obstructs the Suez Canal for six days.

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benoit blanc: brutus, surely there ah bettah ways of settlin' an argument than stabbin' a man. but you didn't want to come to an ahgreement, did you? you're tellin' me you just went in with your knives out?

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Had Padmé been 20-30 years older than anakin instead of 2-3 it wouldve fixed a significant portion of the franchise, including padmé's own chracterization

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new years eve!!! wooo!!! go crazy go wild! 🥳🥳🥳

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you never truly leave a fandom. some day down the road you’re gonna remember the blorbo you were obsessed with when you were ten and never recover the brainrot that’ll attack you out of nowhere

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'Do the dead mark the days?'

Here's to 2024

Description: An illustration of a graveyard at night. The tombstones are darkened by black and bare trees frame the sides of the picture. A hooded figure walks between the graves. In the distance, lighting up the sky are the fire works from New Years.

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#I hope they feel like Italian today

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I don't think I could be trusted with shapeshifting powers bc I would just turn into a bear and attack things with my claws at any minor inconvenience. it would be my go-to solution for everything

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Imagine using the queue when you can instead show up, reblog 50 posts, and utterly destroy your mutual's dashboards in the process

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Reblog to give the previous person second breakfast

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Hunter's Moon

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You have my sword.