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Im losing my mind and trying to pick up the pieces and recover from reading Banshee In A Well.

Collection of my tweets as I read BIAW in a day:

reading Banshee In A Well made me realise I go crazy for angsty af protagonists that play the violin, not really the cause but this fic and The Children's Rebellion is more than a mere coincidence.

l am combusting as I read the lines

"Tell me, Timothy," he purrs, "how old were you, when you realised that you could not die?"

"Young," he replies, slipping on the familiar mask of the young Drake heir; composed, intelligent, ruthless

-while Allegro non molto plays in the b

I love it when fics have accompanying songs that just fits the mood like it elevates the entire experience

KDJ and Tim Drake often being used as unreliable narrators has me going insane. Like. Yes. My sad blorbos that do not believe they are loved.

*crumbles into a heaping mess*

The constant mention of Tim feeling like he's 'drowning again' whenever he hits a new low is so painful. No matter his other gruesome deaths, everytime he gets hurt (emotionally), has him feeling like the 5 yr old little boy who drowned quietly in the pool, alone.

SCREAMING!!!

The literary masterpieces fics are- I want to gobble them up and have the words imprinted on my heart.

IM CRYING! I'M CRYING!!! SOBBING MY EYES OUT AND DYING AARGSGSUGDHWUXHSUXHHEWAH

THE CONSTANT PARALLELS, REMINDERS, AND CIRCLING BACK TO WHERE IS ALL BEGAN.

unsupervised. drowning. alone.

АНННННННННННННННННННННН

I’m back. With more art for Banshee in a Well!!!!!

(on ao3 by @liverobinreaction / @bugbeee)

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Firstly, my favourite dynamic in the fic was Tim & Cass

Best siblings ever, the last chapter gave me so much healing. She really was there for Tim and comforted him.

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Arms wrap around him, warm and familiar, a head of black hair tucking into his neck as he freezes. Cassandra has always been the strongest of them all, and he can feel it in the way she’s gripping him like he’ll disappear any moment now, body trembling and face wet from where it’s pressed against his skin.

Carefully, Tim brings his arms up to hold Cass back. She’s always cried loudly, almost out of spite for the silence beaten into her as a child. But right now, she weeps without a sound. He swallows, his own eyes burning as he buries his face into her collarbone, fingers twisting into the sweater he recognises as his own.

Neither of them says a word for a while. They just hold onto one another and try to breathe.

“I am not leaving. Not again. Not anymore.”

“Cass,” he says, voice dangerously close to cracking, but she just squeezes his wrists gently.

“It is not okay,” she whispers brokenly, but with a kindness he hates and loves in equal measure, “and that is alright.”

“Cry, stupid,” she says, voice trembling.

And Tim-

Tim breathes.

And he finally breaks.

He collapses forward into his sister, chest heaving with sobs that practically tear their way out of his throat, and it hurts more than any death he’s died before. Cass is crying with him, loud and open, but she doesn’t stop holding him, she doesn’t let him go for a second.

(God I eat up all these quotes from the fic. THE AUTHOR IS AMAZING I LOVE THEIR WRITING SO MUCH) *proceeds to ugly cry during every reread*

Timelapse:

Just finished reading ‘Take It Back Now Y’all’ by TimTheToaster and god am I emotionally fucked up rn