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[luna4art]

One last time

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[bluismie]

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[garneneva]

POV: you see your ex-captain/ lover on your way to Vulcan to undergo kolinhar. Yikes.

[albaricomics]

Somebody that I used to know 🎶

[whydidisavethistomyphone]

[therealstacyfakename]

Ravi having kids but just not telling the 118 because he has a life outside of work and thinks they’re freaks is so funny to me

[batchilla]

Chapter One - Till Death Do Us Part

Till death do us part. The words swim in Jason’s mind as he lays in bed beside you, the wedding band heavy on his finger, a once comforting weight now seeming to burn, as though the metal of your shared promise made manifest was burning the very flesh of his hand, stoked by a fire of guilt and worry. 

Till death do us part. 

Sometimes, he had wondered how he got so lucky, how you could be so foolish as to pick him. 

He was scared, he was broken, he had done terrible things. He didn’t deserve anyone as good as you. As kind. As … forgiving. He might have deserved you once - he had met you a lifetime ago, a bright eyed boy wonder still growing into his mantle as Robin, a teenage Jason Todd so sure he could change the world, because he was Robin, and Robin made him magic, a force for the better. Maybe that version of him deserved you. But that boy is long dead. 

Till death do us part. 

Except you hadn’t. He had died. You were parted. Yet when he came back, there you were. Reaching out a hand of love and understanding as soon as you knew who he (as the Red Hood) was. Batman - No, it was a personal, emotional call - Bruce. Bruce had called you in, because if anyone could help pull him out of the spiral he’d been in, you could. You did. You didn’t save him - no one person did. His family did, and he did. 

Till death do us part.

You were family, he’d realised. His rock. His best friend. A title that felt utterly shallow compared to what you were to him. Roy became his best friend… and you his world. His family. You were more than just his girlfriend… and after a proposal on the snowy grounds of Wayne manor on christmas morning, his fiance, and then his wife… Until the day the doctor confirmed your pregnancy, you had made up the whole of his world, which only grew when little Mary was born. 

Till death do us part. 

You’d always known the risks. Even when you were kids, when he was still Robin, rescuing you every few weeks when your mothers position as a judge got you in hot water, you had been aware of how much worse falling for him could make things for you, and you had fallen regardless.  You knew when you first held his hand and kissed his cheek, first been spotted by the Gotham paparazzi with a Wayne, first helped stitch him back together after a patrol gone wrong, you knew the risks. To him, and to you. You might be used against him. He might not come home one day. 

Till death do us part.

Jason turns to his side, watching you sleep. You looked so happy. So peaceful. You looked like you knew you were safe - and you were. He’d die again before anyone touched you. Either of you. 

He stands, slowly and quietly, so as not to wake you as he creeps down the hall to the nursery, where Mary lays sleeping. The room is glowing faintly green from the glow in the dark decals on the wall, and the unicorn nightlight by the bed illuminates her sleeping face. He doesn’t lift her out of the tiny, child size bed - she was a light sleeper, and given she was rather energetic, getting her to sleep again would be difficult, as tempting as it was to hold her in his arms, never to let go. 

He’d cried when you told him, and when he held her for the first time - and quite a few subsequent times. She had grown so much, and yet she was still so small. So small. A sad smile comes to Jason’s face. His little cherub… his baby girl… he’d never, ever forgive himself for what happened today.  

Till death do us part. You both had wanted this. He had wanted a family with you. In his dreams, Mary would be the first of at least three. Maybe when they were older they’d take up their own mantles - maybe they’d live normal lives. He’d adore them regardless. He’d watch his kids thrive as he didn’t get to until Bruce. He’d be the father he never had, loving and attentive, and thanks to his … previous extra legal activity and Bruce’s habit of spending his billions irresponsibly when it came to his kids, they’d want for nothing.  You’d move to a city a little safer for raising kids.  He’d retire the Red Hood when you both got older and you insisted, protesting, but secretly glad to finally be able to spend his evenings curled up by the fire with you. Maybe he’d write a book. Maybe he’d get a dog. There were a dozen maybes that were each as lovely as the last, but the only certainty he’d known for this beautiful future he’d dreamt up is you’d be at his side. 

Till death do us part, afterall. He’d meant his vow, just as you had meant yours.

Today, that had changed. Roman Sionis had changed it. It had been a standard patrol, when a man in a dark suit approached. Best Jason could tell, which really meant the best Oracle could tell, was the man was a PI, a civilian. That plausible deniability on whether or not he truly understood who exactly had paid him was the only reason he was still breathing. It had been a close call. 

The man had handed Jason an envelope, inside it a blurry photograph. 

It was you, sitting near the window of the penthouse apartment Bruce had given Jason and you as a wedding gift, feeding Mary. A message scrawled in black ink on the back lists your name, your place of work, and a musing that it would be a terrible thing for an example to be made out of a pair of innocents if the Red Hood couldn’t stop sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. 

Jason still wanted that life. Roman Sionis had made it clear it could never be. 

He’d kill him. Code be damned, no one threatens his wife and child. 

But that would take time, time where you and Mary would be in danger. 

 You had known the risks, on one level. Both of you had. But when it became real, no longer theoretical…

Staring down at his sleeping daughter, Jason makes a choice.

The next morning when he drops Mary off with Alfred at the manor, so he knows she’s safe, and so that you too can properly talk, without needing to worry about her while you have what is surely to be the worst morning of either of your lives. “Thrilled as I am to see the young miss,” Alfred says, taking the bottle bag, Diaper bag, stroller, cuddly robin toy and the child that bears his mothers name, handling the sudden handoff with deft proficiency, “Might I suggest master todd that if you and Ms Todd wish for alone time you kindly call ahead?” On another day he might have laughed, but not today. 

His shoulders slump ever so slightly, and he shakes his head. “Not exactly that kind of alone time Pennyworth.”

Seeing the look on Jason's face, Alfred quickly hands little Mary off to a passing Cass, ushering Jason into the kitchen and pressing a cup of tea into his hands. “What’s happened lad?” It rushes out of him like word vomit, like bile forcing its way up his throat as he recounts it all. 

The photo. Roman. The threat. As long as you are with him, as long as he is in Mary’s life, as long as Roman Sionis is alive, you can never be safe. How he needs to divorce you, and how he needs Bruce’s help, Barbra's help, hell, Dick’s help, everyone's help, to make the story convincing enough for Roman, and how he has no idea how the fuck he’s going to tell you. 

He hopes desperately to be scolded that he’s being dramatic. For Alfred to say something pompous about how he’d be a fool to do this. The way Alfred instead rises from his seat at the table and pulls him into a hug, is the final nail in the coffin for that hope, as Jason cries into his grandfather’s shoulder. 

[magiturge]

there are no horses in nevada.

[undead-knick-knack]

Another reason Pike and Scanlan keep getting married and divorced

If Pike and Scanlan get married and divorce just one more time the next marriage will be free 😄

[alicehilton]

Reboot if you’d spend the whole week with me 🫦👅🥵💦

[literallyjustapebble]

When are Dean and Cas gonna stop getting divorced??

Does Dean know Cas is gonna die in like 15 episodes??? STOP WAISTING TIME YOU MORON! HES LEAVING AGAIN AND ITS YOUR FAULT AND SOON ITLL BE TOO LATE! THEN WHAT DEAN!?? THEN WHAT?!?

I think I have a problem

[abouttocommitarson]

can't blame jevil if I was stuck in that cell for who knows how long with no-one but my mind to entertain me id go insane too :/ and he did it divorced too:/

[archivevil2]

Daniel Mullins confirming Leshy and P03 were married ❤️

[natanielkovack]

Musical lover! Kats x Musical lover fem! reader, divorced a few months ago.

Just a drabble ; angst ; no happy ending ; Katsuki already has a girlfriend.

A winter day with snow all over the city hit once more, and she lays on her bed tucked in and shivering.

He goes to her house cuz today is extremely cold, bringing hot chocolate since he knows she won't even turn the heater on. Opening the door with the keys he still has "in case of emergency".

"Katsuki? Wtf are you doing here?" She asks as soon as the door to her room opens to reveal him with a cup in his hand. "Spare key, brought chocolate, this house is cold asf and you look cold." He answers, turning on the heater and sitting down on the edge of the bed, handing her the drink.

They chat and laugh and for some reason he finds himself tucked in bed w her cuz he's just so warm, they soon begin to sing musical songs like "Seventeen", " Not while I'm around", "I am Damaged", " Helpless", "You matter to me" in duet, each turning more romantic than the other... until Kat's new gf calls him.

He doesn't answer, the vibrations stopping after a few seconds,letting out a soft sigh and looking straight into her eyes, such an apologetic gaze as if he were trying to confess once more but with such a sad turn.

"When did we change?" He asks, suddenly the warmth from his body next to hers, not hugging, not cuddling, but just being there isn't enough. "I think... We caught up in routine." Her voice is so soft it's sharp, yet no reaction (at least visible) from either of them.

"I missed being like this with you" —silence fills the room for some seconds— "yeah, me too... You still look ugly asf from this view" laughter fills the room, the warmth from the voices mixing making everything better for a moment. "Who's talking? You look like shit! Shivering like a wet dog.", " Well, at least I don't LOOK like one". The teasing does nothing but warm up the situation, a familiar warmth filling the air.

His legs cross a little over hers, providing more physical warmth. She doesn't complain, how can she? This is what she was used to. "I missed this too... This apartment is so big for only one, sometimes when I sing I can hear the echo through the rooms." She says, earning laughter from the spiky man. "It's true! It's also a pain in the ass to clean", " oh, so I'm just a cleaner to you?" He teases once more, an offended tone that he can only use with her, playful to a level no one else knows.

"Of course not! You were also a good chef!" Snorting out a loud laugh she can't help but cover her mouth, earning grunting from the man and laughter back. "You're so mean, like you can't cook yourself! But yeah... You liked my food more than anyone, I'll give you points." Silence... It fills the room once more until the words that are about to come out of her mouth are stopped.

His phone rings again, the only sound for a moment before she sighs and smiles softly, "You have someone to go back to... Don't hurt her, okay? Sometimes you have a way of... Doing that without meaning to." His smile is different. Not sad, not happy, not angry, but regretful, it is written all over his face. The phone goes to voicemail once more, taking the man out of his trance. He gets up and nods, giving a faint smile with those remorseful eyes.

"I guess I do... It was nice being here again, I'll see you soon." He says, hesitant, not wanting to leave, this can't be over! Not again. Yet, he walks out the door... And he's gone once more.

She stays there, wondering when did everything went downhill, why is the man she feels so comfortable with now going to another girl's arms.

It hurts, but it hurts more because she knows that it wouldn't be the same even if they got back together, maybe routine isn't for everyone.

A/N: hi! I don't intend this to be a series or something more, I got the idea from mint matcha here in tumblr!! I reblogged it if you want to give it a look! Gave it my own turn cuz I daydreamed abt this scenario a little too much and hurt my own feelings in the process lol! Bye!

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[rin-rin-comics]

patience? never heard of her.. what’s macaque doing? and what song is this animatic to? guess we’ll hope I finish it :)