Quotes I Associate With The Batkids Because I Think Bruce And The Violence Of The Vigilante Life Irreparably

Quotes I associate with the Batkids because I think Bruce and the violence of the vigilante life irreparably messed them up but I also think they are all love perservering in their own ways

Dick

In fact, of everyone I’ve met here, you’re the least changed from the version I knew. Always confident, always kind, always cool. Dick Grayson, the multiversal constant.
“I wish I still felt that way. Growing up and seeing your parents’ flaws is like losing your religion. I don’t believe in God anymore. I don’t believe in my father either.” -Nicola Yoon, The Sun is Also a Star

“Pain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it.” - Stephi Wagner

Barbara

“No one is watching. 
So why does it have to be beautiful? 
You, in pain, are no closer to god than
You, in the drive thru or
You, checking your email or
You, holding your own hand.”
“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”

Jason

“Rage, maybe rage would lift me up, make me stand, make me walk--” - Marion James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf
"I don't want to have to be the one who mourns everything when everyone else has clearly forgotten. It's mortifying. It's mortifying to be the one who remembers." - Ryan O'Connell

"But the heart has its own memory, and I have forgotten nothing."

Steph

Tell me father,
Which to ask forgiveness for:
What I am, or what I’m not?
Tell me mother, 
Which should i regret:
What I became, or what I didn’t?”
“everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it”

Cass

“But the thing is, even if I could go back, I wouldn’t belong there anymore.”
“Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.” - Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden.
“I want to be gentle, I want to die gently, but it seems that when life gets hard I have to get harder to match.”

Tim

“You’re so polite with your sadness. You don’t want to ruin this for anyone.” - Silas Melvin, Twenty
“You remember too much,
My mother said recently.
Why hold onto all that?

And I said,
Where do I put it down?” - Anne Carson, Glass and God

Damian

“Is the blood on your hands dry? Is it slowly disappearing? Mine isn’t.”
Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined
It is time for me to leave home, yet again, as I have so many times before.
To walk away from the table still hungry. 
Empty handed, unseen, unheard. 
Not your fault, not mine, just is."

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2 years ago

Every new addition to this makes it funnier, I'm pissing myself laughing

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3 years ago
Never A Truer Statement Spoken

Never a truer statement spoken

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2 years ago

for the @jegulus-microfic prompt: intent.

“Potter,” Regulus calls down the empty hall.

“Fuck off, Regulus,” James says back without turning around.  He doesn’t even sound angry, just tired.

“James,” Regulus tries again, hoping his voice sounds softer in the hall than it does ringing in his own ears.

James turns around.

“You were right,” Regulus starts.  It’s easier than I was wrong.  “It wasn’t my intention-” he cuts himself off.  It doesn’t matter what he intended.  He knows exactly how ignoring James in front of everyone came off.  He tries again.  “I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry.  It doesn’t matter.  I don’t care who knows.”

James scoffs, but it doesn’t hide the hope in his eyes.  “Prove it,” he says.

“Kiss me?” Regulus asks, daring to take a few steps closer.

“Right here in the corridor?  Anyone could-”

“See us?  That’s the idea.  Dinner’s nearly over too.  Should be a good audience.”  Regulus says it lightly, as if a steady voice can disguise the fact that he’s nearly vibrating out of his skin.

It works, though.  James grins at him, a small thing at first that steadily grows until it lights up his whole face.  “You really mean it,” he says, and it’s not a question.

“I really, really do,” Regulus answers anyway, closing the remaining space between them.  When he’s close enough, he grabs James’ collar and pulls him in.  James is putty in his hands, bending to meet him with lips that were made to fit against his own.

Regulus doesn’t know how long they’ve been kissing.  He doesn’t care.  He’s intent on never doing anything else.  That is, until he hears Sirius’ voice from the far end of the corridor.

“Prongs, what the fuck?”

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2 years ago

Mistigris by Calypte on Ao3 acc has some sort of hold on me. This fic is amazing. Regulus? Amazing. Evan? Amazing. Barty? Amazing. James? Amazing. EVERYONE acc has like traits and a personality its amazing.

AND BLACK BROTHER BONDING. Omg i could go on for YEARS why i love them in this fic, the dynamic they have. Its not emotionless but its not all cutsy either. It's AMAZING. I love this fic and everyone should read it :)

Link:

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2 years ago

james & adhd

tw// everything to do w adhd?

james never understood why he always procrastinated. he never understood why he could never bring himself to do the work he knew he was supposed to be doing

“why can’t i just do it? i need to do it- i can’t- i can’t do it,” he’d whimper to himself, his charms homework lonely on his desk.

why did james always forget what he was saying? he swears the idea was there a second ago, but it’s no longer there, and to save his life, he couldn’t remember what that was.

james would raise his hand in class, the answer clear in his head. he knows what to say. as soon as he is called on, the thought slips like water through cracks. it was gone

everything was so goddamn loud. why was everything so goddamn loud?! auditory hypersensitivity? he couldn’t stand people talking on top of each other, he couldn’t stand the loud tv, he couldn’t stand the noises, unless he was the one making them.

he was a master at multi-tasking, but at the same time, he absolutely could not do it. if he was listening to music, and someone had walked in to speak to him, he’d turn the music off or he wouldn’t understand any of it.

on the other hand, while in class, he couldn’t just listen to his professor speak. it was impossible. he had to be doing something else. he was so under-stimulated it hurt.

james had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling. he had memorized how many stars were about to fall off, and how many moons were scattered about. the nights he had stared up at his ceiling, not being able to sleep were countless

rejection sensitive dysphoria.

he was so sensitive to rejection. one time, when sirius wouldn’t reply to his owl, he was sure that sirius hated him and never wanted to speak to him again. he cried in his bed for hours, desperately wanting to believe otherwise.

it was the same thing with criticism. he knew his friends were just trying to help him, but it still hurt him that he wasn’t doing it perfectly.

“hey prongs, your dive wasn’t the best last match, you should probably work on that!” sirius said to him during practice. and of course, it wasn’t his fault, but james could only smile and nod, feeling his heart wrench

he couldn’t handle his emotions well. if he walks in to the boys’ dorm, and they’re watching tv, that’s way too loud for james’ preference, he’d ask if they can lower the volume. if they say no, james would a twinge of sadness as he feels his eyes water.

one spring break, remus took the marauders to a muggle mall, and sirius insisted on stopping to check out the toy store. there, james found a little red and black fidget cube. at first he had just bought it cause it looked cool, but afterwards, you’d never spot james without it. if he was forced to stop using it in class, he’d bounce his leg, play with his quill, twist his ring, bite his lips, pick at the skin around his nails. anything. he needed to move. he needed to fidget.

talking about moving, he’d get in trouble for standing up too much in class. he couldn’t sit anymore, he felt as if he were about to combust, he shouldn’t be getting in trouble for that.

what was up with the two week obsessions that kept shifting?? one week he was so adamant on learning how to crochet, and the other, he just wanted to know everything about greek mythology. but soon enough, he didn’t care about any of those things anymore, and it didn’t feel right to him

james loved transfiguration. it was his favourite class and surprisingly enough, he loved when mcgonagall gave them homework. one time, she had told them to write a seven foot essay about the book they read that term. they had two weeks.

but james? he started it the day before the deadline, not because he didn’t want to do it, but because he knew it would take a ton of effort. but as expected, he loved doing it once he started. so he sat on the floor for six full hours, not moving a centimeter, working on that essay. no water breaks, no bathroom, no food. nothing. just the essay. hyperfixation.

for some bizarre reason that james would forever wonder, he always needed the pressure of failure or a competition / deadline to focus and get things done.

when it comes to regular tasks, he preferred to finish bigger tasks in one sitting, even though it rarely happened. but with smaller tasks, he would alternate, they’d get boring way too fast

and before actually starting said big task, james would feel paralyzed. he would be too overwhelmed to do anything. he’d just sit on the couch, and do nothing. because if he couldn’t do that task, he couldn’t do anything else. he just gets to sit there and worry about it. he hated it.

james struggled to wait for his turn. he knew it was rude to interrupt people, he knew he should be quiet when someone was talking, but he just couldn’t. before he’d even process what had happened, he’d cut someone off, mid-sentence, and say what he wanted to say, only to apologize afterwards.

body doubling. james always needed someone in the room with him as he worked or did anything really, as it helped him focus and complete the task faster, without getting distracted. just sitting in the same room would help

james constantly used anecdotal communication. he thinks he’s comforting others when he does this. but usually, they just get mad as they often think he’s trying to invalidate their struggles, when he’s only trying to make them feel better. he’s trying to show them that they’re not alone

“i’ve been failing divination and i don’t know what to do,” someone would tell him. “i’m failing divination too! really horribly! mate, i even get extra homework and stuff! it honestly sucks, you know? all the extra work doesn’t even help!” and that’s when the person thinks that he’s only trying to talk about himself.

his mind and thoughts were always faster than his mouth and hands. when writing, he’d skip words, or end up writing in a horrible handwriting. when reading aloud, he’d stutter and mix words up, since his mind was reading faster than his mouth was speaking.

everything. was. in. slow. motion. why did everyone talk so slowly? why couldn’t they talk faster? walk faster? just be faster.

james hated the way polyester felt. he couldn’t touch it. there was no way in hell you could get him to put a polyester jumper or jacket on. no. get it away. when he’d touch it, he’d feel like his hands were dirty, and immediately had to wash them

often during classes he would zone out, sometimes aware of it. his eyes would bore into the wall, as he stared into nothingness, his mind racing.

he loved to daydream. though it usually happens out of nowhere, as his thoughts drift, he enjoyed it. he loved to imagine himself fighting off aliens or winning the house cup.

he was the most impulsive perosn youd ever meet. if he felt like jumping into the black lake with his robes on, he would do it and there’s nothing you can do about it.

james had comfort items. a teddy bear he would never get rid of, one he had since he was a new born, and a gryffindor quidditch hoodie that was a tad bit too big for him. he’d wear that hoodie every single day if he could, and he could never fall asleep without the teddy bear.

james had adhd. living with it might’ve not been the easiest, but it made him him. and in his own way, he loved it, even if it got really really hard sometimes

2 years ago

Evan, Barty and Reg gaslighting Slughorn into believing that there isn't a snake in their dorm is honestly just 🤌


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2 years ago
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2 years ago

omg so i had this thought right, and like sirius and james out on a aurors mission yoke and james casts his patronus, but its not a stag like usual. nope its (whatever you headcannon reggie having as his or like reggies anamagus) and james is frozen in shock cause he and reggie had been dating in secret for aaaaages now and like reg is in his last year at hogwarts so james is falling even more in love with reg cause he realises his patronus has changed to match regs meanwhile sirius is sooooo fuckin confused like my man has every theory going through his head trying to figure out who has stolen his best friends heart and its not until reg sends him a patronus message and he connects the dots. but he doesnt tell them he knows, oh no. he fucks with them as much as possible until it gets to like james just blurting it out.


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1 year ago

I think sometimes people forget that Peter was the youngest of the four so therefore he was the youngest person to become an animagus.

Stop making my guy stupid he was as equally as smart as James, Sirius and Remus.


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