#ramblings and scramblings

[starrattlerofprydain]

Being on Twitter:

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[bluerosefox]

Drake Siblings

Have I read this prompt somewhere or was this a fever dream from my bored mind.

What if, now hear me out.

What if we bring up Dana Winters-Drake (whose confirmed to at least be alive in the DC verse but no one knows where she actually is)

What if instead of when she had a mental breakdown and getting committed to an Bludhaven clinc she wandered away before anyone noticed and by the time Tim or anyone did notice a lot of stuff started happening at once in both Gotham and Bludhaven (Steph dying, The Bludhaven crisis, etc etc)

Tim still tries to find her though but even with best resources it was like she just disappeared into the wilderness and the stress of trying to handle more and more problems get worse.

So when out of the blue, a couple of years later, he gets a call from an unknown number. On his private, only for friends and family, phone and when he answers he meet with a young girls voice on the other end.

A very young, maybe six or seven, girl who informs him about his apparently half-brother Danny Drake-Fenton. And how she loves Danny so, so, so much but knows her home is dangerous for him to be in.

Tim is stunned and before he could question her, she says Danny is Dana and Jack's baby and that her parents had adopted him years ago and put Dana's stuff that the hospital had away for him to look at when he was older but she just had to fight off their lunch from eating her brother and she knows he needs a better place to live and so she snooped around and found Dana's diary and that she had to unscramble the nonsense Dana wrote and found Tim's number with the words 'tell him about his brother Danny' hidden in it. And-

But before she could keep rambling she hears Danny screaming "JAZZY THE MILK WENT BAD AGAIN AND HISSED AT ME!"

Tim is left with silence after hearing Jazz yell to Danny to lock the fridge and step out of the kitchen as she gets the bat.

[scrambledd3ggss]

I’m disappointed the stream got cancelled for tonight, but I’m more worried about how disappointed the cast must be :(

Like I hope we’ll have another stream to celebrate not even for us (the listeners) but so the cast and crew can celebrate this big moment 😭

[those-rainbow-ninjas]

this who i wanna be. every time im like "ugh i should post something but i only have side character shit.." i think of this and draw more random side characters

[scrambledlikeeggs]

They they got me okay... SO MANY DYNAIMCS

ALSO IF YOU KNOW WHERE THE TEXT IS FROM NO YOU FUCKING DON'T /SILLY

[i-wont-tell-mom]

making your father call you dad while you fuck him into his own sheets until he's sobbing, send post

[romans-empire]

Alternative Two Hats Sifloop reveal where Siffrin kisses Loop for the first time and Loop's spikey star face melts (or fades, take your pick) away to reveal... Another Siffrin!!! A true love's kiss reveals one's true nature after all!

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

missing scorbus hours 😔✊🏻 (plot twist, it's every hour)

[starrattlerofprydain]

There’s like 5 cats under my car right now 😅

[iamespecter]

The grief of lack of Canon showtime content or even acknowledgement from the Glitch team about it has just started to fully hit me as I wake up in the morning and it has made me very melancholic as a result

I will continue to stay strong but damn... Reality hurts a lot

[scramble-eg]

i got to silly

my fandom collection + more

took me longer than it should

also most of them are autism

blank version if u want

sorry if it looks strange

[allhailnarusama]

The thing about zutara and why it's such a popular ship in the atla fandom (despite the fact that it is non canon) is that, canonically, it's written as the enemies-to-friends trope and done extremely well. It is so well written that it could trip into the enemies-to-lovers trope and still be good.

[those-rainbow-ninjas]

the gayass side characters on my brain. go read A Tale of Things Lost on ao3 i dont remember the author im sorry BUT ITS SO GOOD LITERAL BACKBONE OF INUNAKA MWAH some of the interactions are based from that fic...

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

we’ve hit another road block bois

[foldingfittedsheets]

I need everyone to know I haven’t slept in three days and one of my fellow trainees is a rehire who worked for the company for like eight months. He told me (sleep deprived) that he once told a guest to follow him to the blue mattress (he meant purple) and I ugly laughed so hard the customers at the far end of the store looked over in confusion.

[roadkill-punk]

It's kind of tragic, in a sense, that iterators were made with so much of their creators logic and desires and yet they were left with none of the resources to satisfy such things.

Do you think they crave touch? Family? Do you think they have to have any hope of connection stomped out of them lest they rebel against what they were made for?

Were they ever afraid to feel, or to be outside of what they were supposed to be? If they ever dared to desire, would they have to hide it?

Do you think they saw their creators sometimes as family, and did the abuse hurt just that much more because of it?

Were they like children, when they were born? Did they process the world through the lens of uncertainty and naivete and was that taken advantage of to mold them into the desired product?

Or were they conscious and self aware in full, was is overwhelming, being alive for the first time?

Or were did they process things entirely as machines, did they only learn to be people after seeing it happen around them, and then did they ever regret becoming more alive than they ever needed to be? That they ever became enough to feel hurt and to hurt others?

If they were just machines at birth, with only the capability of consciousness, were the desired traits injected into them with thoughts and ideas and interactions in their formative early years and was anything else just a byproduct of trying to build a person from scratch? Did their creators even want them to feel, to be conscious and alive, or was that just a necessity to create the desired machine?

Did they even care that their creations were alive?

Did any of them grieve, when they left the children of their labor behind? Were they grieved for in turn when they were gone? Do their echoes ever try to reach out, to let them know they aren't alone, to find comfort in connection that before was so condemned?

If they tried hard enough, could they reach?

Could they find each other?

Would it be comforting to iterators that the remnants of their creators could find them, or would it bring more feelings of rage, of sorrow, of painful memories and grief and hurt from the years they were used and the years more they were abandoned?

Did they ever truly mean anything to each other?