#but hmmmmm

[shybiii]

#at this point im just spamming the tag #but hmmmmm #tmagp spoilers #tmagp #1831 huh ? ? ? november 1831 ?? for both of them???

[ships-otps]

Okay so steddie au (ish). Eddie and CC make it big. Steve famous in the sport world and Robin is big in the indie music scene but slowly becoming mainstream.

Queue Steve and Robin going on a new reality tv show where you swap lives with each other. Robin now has to play whatever Steve ends up excelling at and Steve has to write and perform a song (Djo hello) which captures Eddies attention, Steve is not just a jock but plays music 👀👀

Maybe they had met before and had a misunderstanding, not sure on that part but yea

#steddie #still a few kinks to work out #famous au #but hmmmmm

[gerryrigged]

👀 please tell me about the dicktim time travel

Gladly! :D

Okay so I forgot - this file actually has two separate ideas because I was trying to decide which one to actually develop.

Idea 1

A happy, healthy 25-yo Tim is dropped back in Gotham a couple of weeks after Red Robin first left the city.

He's a huge shock to a 24-yo Dick struggling with, among other things, the weight of the Bat mantle, grief over Bruce, frustration with Damian, and worry and guilt over his pissed-off, grief-stricken, unstable younger brother who hasn't answered any of his calls since Dick let him ride off to god knows where, to do god knows what.

This older Tim is so…warm. Calm. Steady. (Gorgeous.) He jokes and smiles at Dick without any shadows (the way Tim used to smile at him), and hugs him without hesitation, ignoring the way Dick stiffens up like a board before slowly, slowly melting into him. (Clutching at him.)

He brushes off Damian! Doesn't take his shit, but mostly seems amused by him. Wow. Dick can't even manage that most of the time, not yet.

He drives Dick crazy by refusing to tell him any spoilers about (a) what his 17-year-old self is up to, or (b) what any of their lives are like in the future. He won't even tell Dick his new vigilante name, even though Dick knows he has to have one!

He also shuts down Dick's halting apology for his own screw-ups with swift, excruciating kindness.

"Sorry, Dick, but no," the older Tim says, eyes soft but voice firm. "Tell this to him. The next time you see him."

Idea 2

Sort of an inverse of the above, actually. Red Robin!Tim has just passed out in the desert after being run through by the Widower. He wakes up in a comfortable bed (?), unharmed (???), being spooned by Dick (???????).

Needless to say, he thinks it's a dying hallucination - or maybe he's already dead? (Is this heaven? he thinks, tracing a finger down the muscles of Dick's forearm, wrapped firmly around his stomach.)

He's torn between his still simmering anger and resentment for Dick, and a sort of manic recklessness. This is obviously not real, so why shouldn't he turn around when this dream!Dick kisses his shoulder - why shouldn't he grab Dick and kiss him back - kiss him so hard he makes a delicious little 'mmph!' noise as he's pressed down into the mattress?

Why shouldn't he grip Dick's wrists too tight, bite the stupid tempting curve of his lower lip too aggressively - because Tim just died in the fucking desert. Right after finding proof that Bruce was alive.

He failed to save Bruce. Failed to keep his shit together, just like Dick transparently knew he would. Failed to come back to Dick, to prove him wrong for not believing Tim, for choosing someone else.

(If he kisses Dick hard enough, he can keep himself from breaking apart. Right? ...Right?)

Dick figures out immediately that something is Very Fucking Wrong with his husband :/

#dicktim #gerryrigged #gerry words #asks #OR - #what if I tried to weave these two together somehow #NO CLUE HOW AT THIS POINT but reading these over again they do seem...related #like it doesn't quite work as the Tims switching places #but hmmmmm #...more thinking required

[haru-chi]

Finally got to read the new chapter despite my health refusing to let me in peace and almost break up but aaaaa what a chapter !!!!

Spoilers ahead!!!

Quick thoughts for now before I go to sleep and rest !

Finally Shinobu as Miss Matoba 100% confirmed, no surprises here I guess (goodbye miss Clara as miss matoba it was good knowing you while it last)

The true face of Shinobu is terrifying and good, now I can see her as Ban's master!

Tanuma can see the Youkai through glasses!! Future Tanuma wearing glasses confirmed ?

Love seeing Seiji enjoying himself so much <3

Finally the Madara and Seiji solo interaction that I've always been dying to see !!

Love Seiji's " I don't wanna stand out and focus attention to myself " to him going to such length to help Natsume and Madara followed by " what do I do with you guys?" xD

WHERE IS CLARA I DON'T UNDERSTAND !!

For now that's what's on mind, I no longer can focus writing or think, but in short I really enjoyed this chapter now back to the painful wait :/

#natsume yuujinchou #natsuyuu #matoba seiji #Ugh I no longer can focus the pain is killing me #why can't I enjoy it in peace :/ #they helped me forget this torture for a while #but I guess I reached my limits now huh #anyway something bothering me but I'll need to check it out once my health settled #but hmmmmm

[oifaaa]

Re: Jason could kill the joker the way a lot of fans make fun of Bruce for not doing

That’s literally such a good idea. Like, bring it all back to Jason’s resurrection’s origins being from Superboy Prime punching the universe during his tantrum and undoing one of the rules of dc (don’t bring back Jason Todd) as an f you to the fans who opposed writers changing things. Narratively, Jason coming back and doing what Batman refuses to do (kill the joker) and then taking the Joker’s place as Batman’s prime nemesis (how much of a villain he could be considered could vary since he does actually want to make Gotham better) would be an amazing culmination of decades of writing and fan reactions but instead dc is just gonna keep resetting the universe instead of taking advantage of having decades to do character arcs that people will actually invest in 😭

I've said before that I don't think Jason should be the one to kill the joker anymore (the way Jason's story's been warped and over taken by that stupid clown infuriates me to no end) however the idea of jason killing the Joker and then taking his place as batmans number one enemy would have been so poetic I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to stop thinking about it now

#ask #anon #like it definitely wouldnt have worked #since jason and joker are two very different villains #with different roles in the narrative #but hmmmmm #it would have been so satisfying to watch happen

[dust-to-dustier]

Sat in a cathedral for an hour yesterday. Wasn't fun but the building was beautiful. Anyway here's one of my longest poems:

(Forewarning: uhhh... it's set in a Cathedral? So religion and religious guilt the whole way through)

ENTRYWAY TO HEAVEN:

The sign on the door

Claims it is the

“Entryway to heaven”.

So I enter, a non-believer

(It is how I will leave)

Fuelled by respect to the dedication 

Of generations who walked these halls-

This building is their Heaven,

So I sit as they sing

And know I am excluded from them

In my disbelief.

They pass me a candle

My hands are warm.

(It bends under my fingers.

My grip is too tight.

It snaps, just a little.

They do not see.)

When we sing,

Their great building-

Their “Heaven”-

Echoes with the voices of hundreds

Yet still it feels empty to me.

So many can sing here

But nothing will fill this great space,

For the glory of the building 

Far outshines their Lord in my eyes.

They preach,

Their words are shining and meaningless,

Full of dedication and fervour I cannot share-

I grip my candle a little more.

A man comes along with a lighter-

His robes denote this Heaven as his home,

And the little fire starter looks strange 

In his “holy hands”.

My grandfather lights my candle,

And we sit together,

A little bubble of cynicism and heresy.

Now all is aglow in little flames,

Each person holds their own light

And together we sing songs 

Which feel wrong to me-

I do not share the care of the choir boy,

The dedication of priest,

The belief of the bishop-

And in this “Heaven”

I feel it is seen.

I stand in “The Home of the Lord”,

Clutching my broken candle,

And I pretend.

Sing like I believe, just a little while,

Just for now,

Whilst this little flame burns in my hands.

Sing like I cannot feel the eyes,

Sing like I have not long turned my back,

Sing like here is my Heaven too.

The candle melts away slowly-

So too does my patience,

Ticking away slowly in this meaningless place,

And I stare as it burns

The words of the speakers meaning nothing

In the face of this precious light,

Little fire blown by a breeze I cannot see,

Reaching towards me,

Flickering gently, 

Enthralling.

Peace is found in this Heaven,

Shelter and relief from the deceit 

Of my facade.

Burning blue becomes bright orange,

Static but moving.

In this Heaven,

This work of art,

This building that houses history,

I care for nothing more than this candle.

But we are singing again,

And more do I praise a child born

Far too long ago for me to understand 

The dedication of the people around me-

Something in me 

Aches for their strength of belief,

Their faith,

Which seems to shield them from so much,

But it is not mine to have,

And so I leave it to others

With fires in their hearts

Stronger than mine-

My incomprehension distracts 

From the fact

That the candle has gone out.

I sit with burnt wick and melted wax

In a Heaven that is not mine

And I tremble,

Isolated in a crowd

Singing for a man who may have once walked

In some other great Heaven-

But not this one,

Where I sing his name and praises

With sorrow of someone who cannot believe 

Not now.

And so I sing and I shake and I ache

And I sit alone in this crowd,

With burnt wick and broken, melted candle,

Aware of how empty this Heaven seems

For all that it is full.

And they are still talking,

Preaching, praying,

Teaching their lessons and telling their tales,

Like their words can hold value

(And they do but not to me,

 Never to me,

 No longer)

Like their words mean something here.

But the candle has gone out 

And they are talking no longer-

An instrument plays alone

In this full and empty Heaven

(A Heaven that is not mine,

 Can never be mine)

And I weep here.

The instrument plays-

slightly off,

Out of tune-

Or perhaps it sounds wrong 

Because it is not played for me-

It is played for the people who belong

And this is not my Heaven,

And even the music tells me this,

The tunes mock me,

As I sit alone and fight away the tears-

That for which I weep

Deserves better locations for my grief

Than this Heaven where all I do is lie.

And we are singing again,

And the music sounds right again

For this is not my Heaven

But this music was once home,

But I am still grieving 

For all that is and never was and can never be

For that which will never see this Heaven

And never wants nor needs to,

But I am far from here now,

And every lyric is meaningless

As desperation clings to me-

The injustice of it all,

Fuelled by this empty, empty, empty Heaven

Where the singing holds the power of so many

Yet means less than the voices of the few

Who hold my heart in tender grips now.

I am not holding my broken candle

And they are talking again-

They are so grateful to be here,

To share their love in this great Heaven

Where others have done the same

For generations-

Outlier as I am, 

I sit and the sorrow of these stranger’s injustices,

Their burdens and fears

Adds to my own.

The sign on the door said

It is the “entryway to Heaven”

And I have never wished more it was that easy

But we sing our final song

Voices echoing with the hollowness 

Of people who don’t really mean it-

But I know it is just me,

Choking on tears for matters distant from here.

And the organ plays as my heart twists

And we file out

And I leave,

A non-believer, 

Exiting the Heaven that will never be mine.

#ash's poem #original poem #poem i wrote #poetry #poem #i wrote this #religion #cathedrals are too big #you can fill them with people but they'll always feel empty #anyway yeah #it wasn't a particuarly religious service #it was for charity #but hmmmmm #also it did genuinely say that on the door #the revolving door #if the doorway to Heaven is a revolving door #then i might actually consider it #anyway #hope you enjoyed! #Ash's sad poems

[cybersodas]

Having an issue where This was supposed to be the design for the tarot card backs but I only yesterday realized “wait this defeats the purpose of the cards being reversed or upright…”

#i really like the design but it needs to be symmetrical and im struggling to come up with something #i dont wanna just use the same frame that i use on the front of the card thats boring #but hmmmmm #speaking in binary

[regardingjenmish]

Clown at your own risk but GIRL WHAT KIND OF COINCIDENCE IS THIS HUH?

#......hmmmmm #im not saying shit just in case im just being a clown #BUT HMMMMM #ruth connell

[aturnoftheearth]

#in my defense i’m standing on a dock like 50 feet out on the bay so the wind is BITING #but hmmmmm

[chenouttachen]

i am… suspicious of sing’s character. why was he the one called to the hospital, but none of these other guys when black was hurt? how does he have access to everything? why is he pushing??

#my sweet boy i have questions #i want to trust you #i do #but hmmmmm #not me the series #izzy watches

[nyanggk]

I'm at a debut rn and the photographer just asked me if I wanna become a model

#i said no obv #but hmmmmm #FOR THE MONEY????? #i just might #tw. mirai is going to get a job?????????????

[silverstarsheep]

I know I’m in deep when I start considering making a dedicated headcanon blog just for Rayman’s universe.

The thought has been plaguing me for the past few weeks--I don’t even know if I’d be able to stay on top of it, or if I even have enough headcanon ideas to sustain it more than a couple months, lol...

Something to ponder, though.

#I did it once with splatoon salmonids via salmonid-ink #so I'm not new to this concept at all #but hmmmmm #silver talks #rayman

[aguacerotropical]

tbh i still think vanitas will not actually die in the end of VnC

#i dont really have a problem with it being a tragedy from the start #but it seems too…. easy #ive thought that maybe he turns into a vampire and gets cursed #or sacrifies himself and saves noé #but hMmmMm #been working on a fic entertaining a very dracula-like and carmilla-like possibility

[tokyomanjihoe]

and all of a sudden darcy wants to dance

#sjdjdjdb still giggling at mr collins #but hmmmmm #darcy what’s going on 👀 #caught him looking at her earlier when she was trying to find another guy #hmmmm 👀👀 #margot watches: pride and prejudice

[cuntrytaylor]

so what if i flirt with the singer who soundtracked my last breakup 🧐

#shes on the apps i am on there to find funny profiles to share w my brother and for the ego boost #but hmmmmm

[yoggybloggy]

#christ lord ive had enough. yes i shouldve said outside america #but like 5 amending comments and edit to the original post thousands of notes ago #yet only like 2 of you seem to think 'hmmmmm maybe op has already heard about canada's shipping rates a billion times in the tags!'