#overactive imagination

I'll say this i need her entering the loft with the same physical intensity she did in these scenes before she spirals into emotional verbal vomiting and tears.... lots of tears.

My original digital art that was supposed to be of a younger Ned Stark but I ended up not quite satisfied with.

I told them there were people in the corners not the normal kind not shadows stretched by headlights or coats hung wrong in the dark but ones that breathed

I said they moved when I blinked too slow that they whispered things I didn't understand but somehow felt guilty for

They smiled the way broken glass does sharp and patient

My mother laughed first soft, like she didn't want to scare me said "you've just got an overactive imagination" like it was a gift like I should be grateful for the way my nights filled up

Teachers said I was creative gold stars for stories I never meant to write

Doctors didn't see anything wrong because I learned quickly how to say no, not anymore even while something stood behind them counting my breaths

I started calling it imagination too because it was easier than arguing with adults who had never seen a face fold in on itself like paper in a fire

Easier than explaining why I slept with the lights on or why silence was the loudest thing in the house

I grew up like that half in this world half in whatever watched me from just behind it

And sometimes I still wonder if it really was imagination

wouldn’t it be funny if Dick Grayson killed the Joker (who stays dead because he deserves to be) for killing Jason and goes through a whole breakdown over whether or not Jason would approve of what he did, ultimately deciding that no, Jason the Happy Robin would not be happy with his big brother, no matter how strained their relationship may have been before his death, killing a man out of revenge

cue Jason as Red Hood, pre-identify reveal, asking Nightwing about what happened to the Joker (because of course Bruce had it covered up, because in his twisted little mind, a vigilante permanently taking out the mass murderer who is singlehandedly the number one cause of deaths in Gotham would break the gothamites’ trust in them). Nightwing admits to it — because since the Joker is dead Jason doesn’t have a reason to push the dramatics as much, so he’s just fucking with the bats and keeping crime alley safe — and Jason has his turn at a breakdown because he just found out someone actually avenged him

What do you mean I get dreams from the povs of the fictional people in my brain