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My cramps are actually killing me bro I'm dying ripping my uterus out would be a blessing about to kms istg this is it guys it the end of the road for me I have my portable period heatpack turned up so high my skin is burning and in pain yet somehow my period cramps are still worse and I took panadol but it did nothing so I took advil and it also didn't do anything and I feel like I'm gonna throw up and I'm so cold and literally shivering, but also so hot I'm sweating and I'm shaking so hard from how weak I feel rn that I can barely walk properly and I'm so tired and dizzy I feel like I'm gonna pass out but I'm in so much pain I can't sleep even if I tried and I can't breathe properly I'm literally gasping for breath and I keep complaining and I cried because I dropped my key even though it was literally just in front of me and I ran into like five people I knew and felt like I was being really rude because I just barely smiled at them and said hi and then couldn't do anything beyond single word responses and I feel really bad because maybe I'm just being overdramatic and I'm being really bad company and basically ignoring my friends.

ya'll i am so pumped for Hozier's new song you don't even understand

Robin!Jason: Hey, why don’t we all go to a haunted house this year?

Dick: What’s wrong with the one we live in?

Jason:

Jason: what

Dick: Good night, Jason.

😭😭ndksnkxnsnzndmx

I think that sometimes, on those rare occasions Jason agrees to let Dick take him out for food, Dick will say something out of hand, and suddenly Jason is laughing. Not the loud, snorting laughter he always tried to cover up as a kid at galas, but still laughter. And Dick will look over at his little brother—little, he insists, even if he has to look up at him now—and his heart clenches because there he is. There’s the kid he would go on ice cream runs with, the kid who teased him about Kori, the kid who screamed Avril Lavigne with him those few times Dick picked him up from school. The kid who wore his lion heart on his sleeve and would protect anyone. There’s Robin.

Then— “What are you staring at, Dickhead?” “…I was just thinking, you kinda look like a skunk.” “Least I never had a mullet.” “Hey, I had amazing hair!”

And things would go back to normal, but now, whenever the light hits Jason just right, or he makes a certain quip, or cracks a lopsided smile, Dick sees the kid, the Robin, in Jason. That, no matter what Jason or Bruce say, he’s not dead and gone. That kid is Jason and Jason is him.

It's tough out here😔😔

having alot of thoughts that are making my brain mush and melt and I need to get them out.

what could be more affectionate than knowing your partner trusts you enough to allow you to hold their very life in you jaws, and trust them in kind? such an intimate display of trust and unwavering belief is just so loving and screams pure, raw, devotion.