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His first ofrenda

I know that I'm little too late for this idea, but tik tok just made me cry every time I opened it. And that's why I finished this only now. And that's why I hate tik tok.

“I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.”

― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

I think they like jazz🤓

Reference:

Damian adjusting to his new hairstyle in B&R 2023

Hey there! So here’s some sad batboy poems!

Dick and Wally:

I see you dressed in black

Don’t you know I want you back

You with your colors so bright

A sign of hope in the dead of night

Colors of green, yellow, and red

You can’t see them now that you’re dead

I cry and yell and curse at the skies

You’re father can’t even look me in the eyes

I hope you know I still have your ring

It lets me know our love wasn’t a dream

I hope you know as I lay alone in your room

You won’t wait long I’ll be with you soon

Jason and Roy:

It’s a shame you see the idea of you and me

This love of ours it wasn’t meant to be

You with your eyes so blue and bright

Dark hair as black as the sky at night

Lips and cheeks a crimson shade a red

Just like the blood rushing out your head

I hold you screaming cursing and crying

Begging God to keep you alive isn’t he trying

Why is it like this you and I always on our own

I guess our love was the greatest never known

Was our love not real for what it meant

I guess not for here I am Romeo with no Juliet

Tim and Kon:

You and I we’re like the stars can’t you see

As the fates and universes brought you to me

But just like the stars our love has died out

As I look at you now all I have is my doubt

You had a smile and eyes so bright and blue

They say you won’t wake I hope it’s not true

Ventilators, bandages and IV’s take my place

They hold and caress and touch your face

I pray in the chapel asking on my knees

In hopes to bring you back in one peace

I scream and shout and cry as doctors say

You aren’t mine for the angels took you away

Damian and Jon:

You always told me never to cry

How could I not, now that you’re in the sky

They tell me it’s okay that it will get better

But they don’t see me crying in your sweater

Or the boy who broke his own heart

For without you I don’t know where to start

I miss those sweet lips and green eyes

The ones like emeralds in the sun kissed skies

I hope you know our love wasn’t blind

It’s forever frozen in the hands of time

So please if you ever look down just know

I won’t be long for it’s almost my time to go

Feel free to reblog/like!

By Kerry Callen for MAD magazine (link to FB)

Also, check out little Donna colouring whilst sitting next to Diana at the meeting:

I’ve been reading nothing but Nightwing angst the past week. Those fics that have Dick crumbling under the weight of his eldest daughter syndrome and then the rest of the family has to take care of him *chefs kiss*

our literal sunshine queen, nothing but good vibes and good energy Titans (2023-) #5 art by Nicola Scott

That's right. You better run.