Romance Is Lame And Overrated I Love Mentor/mentee Relationships In Fiction And Especially When Theyre

cries look at the pictures i got from the tgcf book 5 and 6 package </3

( a collection of starters or dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <𝟑 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"You don’t get it, do you? Every time I walk away, the ground pulls me back toward you like I’m tethered to this place, to you!"

"I swear, even the rain mocks me, falling harder every time I try to forget you!"

"Why is it that every time I try to move on, the stars spell out your name like they’re taunting me?"

"I hate how every single flower blooms brighter when I think of you! It’s like even nature is against me!"

"I can’t stand it! Every time I get close to letting you go, the wind whispers your name, like it won’t let me forget!"

"Every time I try to bury these feelings, the earth shakes beneath my feet as if it knows what I’m doing!"

"I’ve tried to walk away a hundred times, but every shadow, every flicker of light reminds me of you. It’s like you haunt me!"

"Even the ocean keeps pulling me back to the shore where we stood. Do you know how infuriating that is? I’m drowning in memories of you!"

"Every time I close my eyes, the wind rushes in like it’s carrying your scent! I can’t escape you, even in my dreams!"

"I’ve screamed at the stars, demanded they stop reminding me of you, but they just burn brighter. They know, don’t they? They know!"

"You have no idea how much I’ve fought against this, how much I’ve tried to tear you out of my life, but even the trees whisper your name!"

"It’s like the moon itself mocks me, shining brighter whenever I think of you! It’s unbearable!"

"I hate how even the fire crackles louder when I’m angry with you, like it’s feeding on my frustration! But I can’t stop!"

"Do you know what it’s like to try and forget you, only for the rivers to murmur your name every time I pass by?"

"I curse your name every time I see the sun set, but it still paints the sky in colors that remind me of you!"

"I tried to burn the letters, the memories, but the fire wouldn’t take them! It’s like the universe won’t let me forget you!"

"Every time I get close to leaving, the stars realign, the air shifts, and it feels like the world won’t let me go!"

"You think I want to feel this way? Even the storms rise up when I try to let you go, like the sky is angry at me!"

"I’ve tried to bury it, to push you out, but even the ground beneath me trembles with your name!"

"Every time I get close to moving on, the world bends in your direction! Why can’t I escape this?"

I’m very excited for my latest craft experiment, where I rhythmically slap sale rank oil paint onto a canvas and I see how long it takes to dry so that I can finally touch the paint textures I stare at so longingly in museums. 12 hours in, still wet. I am beginning to think this might take longer than I thought which you can imagine is quite a burden, as I am absolutely horned up to rub this paint.

human form reveal! he wears his hair in a variety of styles, which include: whatever Sam or Tuck want to do that day (if left alone he will simply do nothing and get it caught in everything)

hmm. goats my cor

i got all of the snowboy recipes so i’m making shitty snowmen now. here’s the first one

Now a small part of Dick Grayson wants to cry maybe even scream go running to Bruce. Throw his little brother under the bus. For once leave a mess for the big bad bat to handle.

Make his father deal with one of his children.

He hates the that part of him.

The one Bruce raised that Bruce molded into an actual soldier.

The other part that Bruce forgot about will always belong to his parents. Who taught him family means everything to have a brother means to carry their burden to be ready with a shovel. That protection doesn't end at punch and some things do need to be buried.

Nevermind he's just plain pissed.

That's why a Tim Drake standing over Slade Wilson's corpse knew which Brother to call.

Why his big brother is already wiping blood and helping carry a corpse.

Jason and Damian are siblings yes but they won't ever go against Bruce the two birds who truly abide by everything Bruce stands for even while rebeling.

The sons who at the end of the day will do anything for a fathers love.

Tim and Dick are angry the forgotten children pushed or used the perfect sons never to beg for attention.

Even standing across blood soaked gravel they need not look further than each others eyes.

Pouring their very souls bare for each other to see.

But at the end of the day they can never be soldiers marching to the beat of the old general.

No matter what mask they wear or where they stand the two brothers are still stuck at a circus watching death come for the first time.

Taking flight feeling wind rustle their feathers as they free fall.

At the end of the day it will always be Dick and Tim the way it was meant to be.

Not the Prodigal Sons but little boys waiting to hit the ground after a leap of faith.

many rins ☄️