#grife

Everytime I read a fic with Bart, and he says "crash" or "mode" instead of grife im drenched with a bucket of cold water, and my hopes and dreams spring from the tears in my eyes, mixing with harsh reality, dripping onto the uncaring concrete that represents the cartoon young justice. then I collapse, screaming into the void that is Tumblr, begging people to let me have my Bart Allen, not that other guy

Some days, grief feels like a whisper. Other days, it’s a scream