#hoh tim

[cleromancy]

after cass batgirl should have been permanently a disabled office... i dont think you should get to be batgirl unless ur disabled. bbut also every character i like can be disabled if i want. So

[majorshatterandhare]

Tl;dr

Ivy replaced Tim’s lenses in his goggles with rose tinted ones to reduce his symptoms of light sensitivity, without actually causing increased sensitivity. He wears them very often now. This is a bag of things you can choose from; I am deciding my Tim has visual disturbances as well including visual snow, shadowing/glowing around object (and people), afterimages, and things that are impossible to describe. He also has tinnitus and is HoH but I have yet to decide on those specifics.

Original post begins:

Continuing to think about Gunpowder Tim being light sensitive and his goggles being tinted to help with that.

I want to think of him as being like me because of course I do, projection. But in photos he usually is not wearing the goggles on his face, which I guess is better since his are tinted *green* (because they are for welding actually).

In my own research I have read that pink or rose tinted lenses are best for light sensitivity, however I have also seen some people use a yellow tint. Wearing sunglasses inside regularly can actually increase your light sensitivity. Because his are originally intended for looking at extremely bright light, they are quite dark. The tints on lenses intended for photophobia are not dark, they are light and do not block out light across the board.

So, I guess, headcanon that Tim aquired these goggles and used them for his light sensitivity. He was wearing dark lenses too often so Ivy took them and replaced them with a better tint, returning them while lecturing him on photophobia.

Who made the lenses and tint? Idk. Could be another mech or they were aquired from a planet they visited. Maybe they were stolen from a corpse, who knows.

Does Tim get migraines? With aura? Does he have visual disturbances? Maybe he has visual snow syndrome (VSS)? Maybe he has a brain tumor? Does he have tinnitus? It’s part of VSS and also could be a side effect of the goddamn moon explosion. If the event that burned out his eyes also affected his hearing (which it probably would) he’s likely HoH/deaf. Can VSS be caused by an event like that? I have no idea; it’s neurological, meaning the cause is in the brain, but lots of things can fuck with how your brain works, and the exact neurological cause of VSS is currently unknown.

[warmglowofsurvival]

“At MacArthur mall with @Jaredhoh & @JoshuaDun. Wishing @timhoh was here too!”

[goldenhawk-k]

Sometimes while writing I wonder “am I adding too many of my own head canons?” And then I keep adding them because who am I writing for except for myself

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Bruce Wayne, mentor to many- father to none.

I want the angst of B having to come to terms that he doesn't know ANY of his kids not anymore at least and maybe never and the fact his kids are just- used to it?

Visiting Dicks apartment, he finds a picture of him smiling while surrounded by a bunch of little kids in spandax uniforms. Turns out he'd been a gymnastics instructor for about four years now and his most recent team had everyone qualify for state. (Bruce didn't even know he still practiced)

Jason stopped accepting Wednesday night patrols, but when he looked into it he found out that was the night he went to DND nights with his roommates every week. The roommates he met last semester after he decided to go to college and get an english major. (Bruce didn't even know he had applied)

Checking the library he found a small pedastal plague put up by Alfred displaying just one book. It said Cass was the author. Apparently she had gotten super into writing and published a book talking about language deprivation and lack of accomidation for deaf/hoh children born to hearing families. She had a book signing last month, Alfred had gone and grabbed this copy now on display (Bruce didn't even know she liked to write)

Tim finished a case early and let it slip he needed to sign off early to "meet up with his boyfriends" and hung up before Bruce could process. It only took a small glance at his middle child's latest social media post to see him alongside Superboy (what was his name?) and a blonde boy he didn't recognize. Both were leaned in to kiss his cheek and the caption said "Happy 3rd anniversary!!" (Bruce didn't even know he was interested in boys)

Steph's birthday came around and Bruce got her a new account and shoved a couple thousand for her to buy whatever she wanted. But he quickly noticed a pattern of everyone getting her- cat supplies? Apparently She had adopted a cat about a month ago to celebrate her new apartment, Mister Mystery was his name, and she had asked everyone for supplies instead of other gifts. (Bruce didn't even know she had moved)

He decided on some impromptu father-son bonding and tries to track down his youngest. But Damian is nowhere to be found. He gets pretty close to calling an emergency meeting but the moment he messages Oracle she reminds him Damian is in Chicago. Damian had won an art competition at school and his piece qualified for a gallery spot. The entire family had gone days ago and he was due back the next day. (Bruce didn't even know he cared about art)

Then Duke- his youngest in terms of time spent. But one he had grown fond of just as fast as the others. Especially working the day shift the time they spent was limited. Bruce got them both lunch, but it wasn't until halfway through eating that Duke had turned to him with panicked eyes and asked if the stew had shellfish. Duke had a severe allergy, thankfully Jason had been just up the street and had an epi-pen ready before they took him to Leslies. (Bruce didnt even know he had any allergies, let alone one so severe)

The worst part? There was no blow up. His kids didn't take his idiocracy as a personal insult or even raise a fight. They just rolled their eyes and moved on. As everyone crowded in the room, surrounding Dukes bedside he could hear Barbras voice. "Its not your fault, Batman may be omnipotent, but Bruce doesn't know anything really"

He wasnt meant to overhear or maybe he was, Oracle had always been petty But he couldn't refute it.

"But you have us"

Well- thats just it wasnt it? Even when Bruce was absent- his kids had each other. But was that ever meant to be enough?

[stealingyourbones]

Oh my God I love the idea of them being able to talk to eachother like that! They probably have different resting expressions as well. Also Danny refuses to give them any information about whoever they are. Even for a family of detectives as great as the Bats and Birds, well... they can only do so much with no information. And they don't get anymore until Danny fucks up while on patrol with Dick. He lept out of Tim to scare the goon who was pointing a gun at them and easily knocked him out. None of them kept track of how long it took Danny to knock the guy out and for them to marvel at the cape full of stars and flaming crown.

55 seconds. Ten seconds to long. Within two days there are GIW members in the city, looking for Phantom. Not that anyone knows him by that name. He only ever told the Bats and Birds "Danny". Though they might be smart enough to figure it out if they hear about someone looking for Phantom.

oh hOH HOH and the plot continues. Sorry I didn’t respond to this earlier btw.

Oooo would Danny tell the Bats straight up that those people are them? If so, the Bats aren’t having it with this organization who’s planning to harm one of their own. They’ll tear them apart piece by piece if it’s the last thing they do.

Maybe they don’t find out and the bats are too late. Tim was kidnapped. The GIW didn’t even try to hide the scuffle. The room looks like a tornado blew through it. Strange Burn and scorch mark patterns cover the walls. They’re getting their kin back.

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4,…

[gerrydelano]

Seventh Installment of the Pharos By Right series

Title: CROSSROADS Rating: M Chapters: 7 / 7 Words: 12k Characters: Gerry Keay, Jon Sims, Martin Blackwood, Tim Stoker, Sasha James, Melanie King, Danny Stoker, The Contortionist (OC), Jonah Magnus, Georgie Barker (mentioned), Mikaele Salesa (mentioned), Annabelle Cane (mentioned)

Relationships: Gerry/Tim, Martin/Danny, Sasha/Melanie/Georgie, Jon & The Distortion, Danny/The Contortionist

Additional Tags: Archivist!Gerry, Canon Divergence, Mostly Morbid Humor, Angst, Tragedy, DID/EDS/POTS Gerry, HoH Tim, Cane User/Monocular Vision/Autistic Jon, Autistic/BPD Martin, End!Tim, Stranger!Danny, The Eye, The Spiral, The Stranger, Non-Canonical Character Undeath, Canon-Typical Apocalypse, Canon-Typical Smiting, Graphic Violence, Murder, Suicide, Just a whole lot of death in this one lads, But there's hope too

Chapter Summary:

There’s a dying part of him that wants to smirk back at her, naught but a frail bud of flame in a chipped lantern. If it’s just Gerry, he can’t tell. Pharos can’t feel him anymore. Any of them, really. They must have taken him rather seriously when he first told them to stay inside. This is for him to see through to the End. “Let’s get moving,” he says. “It’s a long way up.”

Or: The end of all things, for beginning's sake.

[athenasparrow]

What fics have you found to have the best characterization of;

Lily

James

Sirius

Remus

Peter

Snape

Any other characters

Gosh, I really enjoy how everyone on here lends a slightly different view of their characters! That's all the fun!

I particularly like how @ghostofbambifanfiction characterises happy Lily, she's BRILLIANT! I also love how @jamesunderwater shows us a very traumatised Lily in Dead To Me. Very opposite ends of the spectrum here and I enjoy both of them (and really ALL in between)!!

I'm very particular about my James, but I'm open to reading different character journeys and arcs that others have created! I love Call It What You Want because James is quite different on the outside than Mary usually portrays him! There's a very sexual, rough exterior that is slowly pushed through during the course of fic. @wearingaberetinparis is fabulous!

@annabtg and @jamesunderwater have written my favourite Sirius characterisations! There's a certain tone you've got to hit between uncaring and wildly caring and they always nail that + The Attitude (you know exactly what I mean!).

@practicecourts writes Remus with this dry humour I find really accurate and hilarious! I recommend reading HOH immediately! I know Jily stars, but many excellent Remus lines in that one!

@kay-elle-cee has written some fabulous Peter's! I am always impressed because I am truly terrible at writing him! LOL! I just get rid of him sometimes for no reason because I find him so tricky! She also wrote an excellent Snape in i'll be fine, i'll be good even though he wasn't the main focus.

Hmm! I think @uncertainwallflower and @kay-elle-cee have both done spectacularly with her OCs. Tim McKinnon in Bella's BTDATS and Sam Fawley in...welll...A FEW of Kelsey's fics, but mainly starring in i'll be fine, i'll be good! And in a bit of self-love: I think I do a spectacular Euphemia!

[lamyaasfaraini]

Easy Run atau MageRUN?

Sudah diplanning semalem kalo kita mau lari ke paskal aja yg deket. Loh gmn lari kan bawa anak? Ya gantian. Sekitar jam 6 siap2, ajak anak yg msh ngantuk dan mager wkwk alhamdulillah tp mau wlpn agak lelet. Bapake @sagarmatha13 udah gas duluan kesana. Sementara kita cuci muka-sikat gigi-ganti baju buru2 ikut nyusul jg jalan santai sampe ke paskal 23. Kita nunggu di deket taman mall, cek gps suami udah deket ternyata masih lari kenceng katanya mau 1km lg kagok, yaa bolee namun lama nungguinnya aku yg udah gasabar lariiii abisan udah siang dan makin rame banyak mobil malesin, sambil stretching aja dulu udah mulai panas dikit2 badan. Pas suami finish.. Switch lsg dah kaya lari estafet gt loh. Strava nya finish dulu trus start lg aku pake strava yg suamiku, males donlot di hp sendiri ah dah penuh. Pengen ngepush diri naikin pace, mayan hah heh hoh.. Jalannya jg cm dikit gas lari lg, makin siang mobil makin banyak karagok lari banyak ngerem, ternyata pace naik lelahnya cepet jg ketambah makin rame tracknya (yaiyalah di pelataran mall wkwk). Aku finish aja deh.. Coba kita cek strava~

Durasi suamiku lebih lama pace nya lebih lambat dikit dr aku, durasiku lebih sedikit tp pacenya lebih cpt haha gakuaddd. Mau jalan jg keganggu keramaian mobil ampuuun. Gpp lah mayan naik pace wlpn durasi lebih sedikit. Begitulah easy run atau mageRUN? Wkwk. Easy run mulu atuh.. Long run sampe diatas 5km nya kapan? Yaa pankapan ajalah yaa hahaha.

Ini dia tim hore kami, yg setia nunggu ibu ayahnya ikhtiar pgn sehat. Makasih naaak.. Habis finish selfie dulu dikit, muka keringetannya~

Mari kita lanjut jalan ke griya beli bumbu masakan yg kurang. Sebelumnya mampir dulu ke indomaret poin di pasir kaliki biasalah pgn kopi saku sambil jajan cakue haha

Kalo aplikasi masih nyala, brp step ya nemo dari rumah? Ada kali 3km lebih ya? Jalan terusss, ngeluh cape pgn gendong jalan lagiii..

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

sry i love the idea of survivor bti rebecca so much cuz just imagine for a sec some drabble that starts off similar to a springtrap x reader fic like frighteningly intriguing or smthn but instead of romance its like “the fuck thats my dad” it would be so hilarious

Ohoho. Hoh. Y’all really just like my shit mashed together with other people’s universes huh? This definitely got me thinking though because @glitchysquidd’s notebook pages are quite compelling… After reading what I could of it to get an idea, this is going to be far from hilarious. It is going to be god awful, especially since poor Rebecca in this blurry fnaf timeline is still technically a minor. I hope the original creator of Frighteningly Intriguing does get a kick out of this though. Your stuff is a very fun read and I worked hard to make this even remotely comparable.

No read more because tumblr is glitching my text when I use it. Trigger warnings for autism meltdowns, flashbacks, trauma, and the obvious mentions of death. Let’s go…

It All Comes Back to Haunt You

“Ugh…”

A teenage girl groaned as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket again. Micheal would not leave her the hell alone. She had spoken with Tim and Samantha already. They seemed more excited about her “past experience” with the animatronics than anything else. Her brother was supposed to take the job, but after a horrible amount of hallucinations he got just entering the building, she volunteered. He was not happy about it, but Henry wouldn’t let him go back until he recovered.

She had one night to actually be able to do something besides sit at home and hope the rest of her loved ones didn’t die horribly. This was her chance to prove herself in a sense. The Afton name followed her even after witness protection tried to erase it from her records. Her classmates knew who her father was. Of course they did. There was a whole fanbase of people who idolized him. Others stuck to throwing cafeteria food at her and telling her she should’ve died by her father’s hand and joined the rest of them.

She couldn’t say she disagreed…

Looking over the note left for her, she wandered around the empty horror attraction, searching for the other employee she was meeting up with. A couple of her peers wanted to trick her into coming to this place on halloween to cause her to have flashbacks. She heard their plans while eating lunch one day. What’s weird is she didn’t feel like she was reliving past trauma at all. The animatronics she just stumbled upon, the old models… Those were her friends… Hell, one of them was her own brother. They saved her life that night…

The teen didn’t flinch when Freddy’s head moved a bit, dead eyes sparking in recognition. Instead she just mumbled awkwardly, “H-hi, Gabe… I uh… hope everyone’s been doing alright… I’ll come see you later, o-okay…?”

“Let us sleep…” A ghostly child’s voice grumbled tiredly.

“S-sorry, guys…”

She didn’t argue, slowly shutting the door and continuing her search, soon overhearing faint conversation. Rebecca felt Micheal blowing up her phone again, and finally looked.

“Is his workshop still there? Henry wants to know if you could snap some pictures of blueprints.”

That was a good question, and she just stumbled upon the answer. Why was it wide open? Maybe her employers found it? Yeah, she’d go with that. The room was like a time capsule, mesmerizing her in an encompassing nostalgia. She remembered playing in this room so much as a little girl… Her father used to sit right here with her on his lap and she’d scribble on his scrap paper—

No. No no no. No diving into the past. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a few pics and tried to leave. The familiar head of a yellow rabbit lying against the wall froze her solid. Maybe she had underestimated the amount of trauma this task would bring back… Oh God… Was that her brother’s picture, and the address written after the bite? Her heart was starting to hurt more than her head…

“Who’s there?!”

A voice made her jump, putting down papers she was sifting through. A slightly beat up figure approached.

“Listen, don’t make me call the police, kid—“

Rebecca handed over the note, noticing the other person squint tiredly.

“You’re the one they hired to shadow me? You’re a little young.”

She nodded, “I-I’m Rebecca. My uh… my brother couldn’t make it…”

“Fine…” Her new coworker didn’t seem too thrilled for some reason, “Come on. I guess you gotta meet Dave.”

“Dave?” Rebecca echoed in bewilderment, “I thought they said we were the only two employees he—“

“Dave’s not an employee. He’s kinda scary. Smells awful. Walking biohazard. Still, he’s pretty cool.”

What the fuck were they talking about? If this “Dave” wasn’t a staff member then— Did they mean an animatronic they named Dave for comedic effect?

Then she saw it. The head peeking from around the distant corner down the hall… The head of the other Spring Bonnie suit. The same one she watched springlock her father when she was six, while she was on the ground with a knife in her body. She froze, feeling her heart drop to her feet.

“W-what the hell is that?!”

“That’s Dave...” Her mysterious coworker shrugged, “No need to actually be scared of him. He’s…relatively harmless…”

Rebecca knew for a fact his name wasn’t Dave. Her dad was just as bad at coming up with fake names to hide his identity as Micheal was. God, if she ever made it home, Henry and Mikey would not be happy to hear William Afton was back. This poor innocent person had no idea who they were dealing with! What should she say? Could she say something?!

Nope… She was in full meltdown mode now, totally mute. The teen felt her mind leave the current moment and rewind back years in the past. Her mother had convinced her she made up her family outside of herself and Micheal… She didn’t even recognize William as her father until he forced her to look at the suit that jogged her memory. He held her and told her he loved her, before a sharp pain pierced her back. She recalled seeing the ghosts of the children and the puppet standing between them… Then the springlocks went off. His screams haunted her as she passed out.

After that… It was a long stay at the hospital, which made her remember the siblings she was told she made up all the more… Loads of therapy later, she was staying with Micheal and Henry trying to repair her life to some form of normalcy without her mother… The best thing her father did was set her free from her mother, but that was besides the point. All the while the traumatic experience became the talk of the world, it seemed. True crime podcasts, news reports, so many fans of the franchise trying to find her and ask her about her experiences…

This was all some spooky story to the rest of the world, and this hooky horror attraction all but proved it. It was all fun and games until your siblings died and your father comforted you as he stabbed you in the back both figuratively and literally. Of course…

When she finally grounded herself, she nearly lost all the air in her lungs as she realized he was now a foot away from her.

“Dave! Personal space! Can’t you see she’s freaked out?!” Her coworker was starting to get concerned.

The animatronic rabbit rolled his eyes, all but confirming to Rebecca this was definitely still her dad. He was the type to scoff at anyone giving him advice in such a situation. His dead eyes almost seemed concerned when he shifted his gaze to her. That terrified her further. The last time he looked concerned for her was when she got stabbed.

“Hey hey…” The other employee spoke slightly softer, “Dude all the color is gone from your face… Here, sit down… Try to breathe… I’m gonna grab you some water…”

WAIT.

NO.

DON’T LEAVE HER ALONE WITH—

Her phone was buzzing like crazy. She didn’t dare take it out. She couldn’t. Trying to breathe, she gasped and choked on air as “Dave” sat down next to her, far too casually. This was painful. Was he trying to give her cardiac arrest?!

He was totally silent, besides the sounds of his joints ticking and popping unnaturally with his movements. It occurred to her with the stench that his body was still in there, making her gag. Her attempts to catch her breath were the loudest sounds for a few moments. It was almost calm… until she felt a hand on her back.

She would have screamed if she had any voice to scream with. Instead, the teen stiffened at the feeling of his hand feeling over her shirt, clearly noticing the slight bump of the scar she had down her back from his own actions. His eyes almost lit up at that, whether in a positive or negative way she had no idea. It seemed he was surprised she didn’t pull away. It was because she couldn’t due to paralyzing terror.

“S-stop pretending already…” She stammered, “I-if you want to finish it… J-just—“

His ears drooped slightly, and he almost sighed…?

What was up with him?! He wouldn’t even say a single word to her after all of what he put her through?! Wait… Could he even talk?

Footsteps made Rebecca relax a bit as her coworker had returned with water. She grabbed their arm to be helped up, and eagerly created space between herself and the figure sitting next to her. She pulled out her phone and with trembling hands found herself not texting her brother or Henry for help. She just left them on read. As much as she wanted to believe her own father was safe, it could seal her doom like it did before. She knew not to underestimate him, but she didn’t want to be a coward…

She was also worried about this other person who had no idea what they were up against. This was no time to fear the results of her actions. This was potentially another life on the line. She typed on the notes app on her phone and showed it to her coworker.

“I can’t talk right now, but please listen to me. Dave isn’t his name. He’s lying.”

“What? How would you know his name? You just got here.” They scoffed, almost playfully, obviously not taking her seriously, “I think you’re still in shock, dude…”

She could feel her father’s eyes on her even without looking up from the screen. As much therapy as she went through and as much as she knew her father did terrible things, she couldn’t help but feel guilty for doing anything to harm him. It was still her father, after all… Is it bad she missed him? After remembering all the things her mother told her were her imagination filling in loneliness from her autism… Was it bad she wanted her whole family back?

She was jolted out of her feelings when Henry tried calling her, but she pressed decline. This happened about three more times with Micheal’s number within the next two minutes.

“Yeesh…” Her new acquaintance commented jokingly, “Family won’t get off your back, huh? I don’t miss being your age, that’s for sure. Nobody thinks you’re capable of anything.”

Finally, a text from Mikey sealed her fate for the night and any future nights.

“That’s it. I’m coming to get you.”

She spat out the water she sipped, confused at why she was upset Micheal was coming to save her… Well… Rebecca still felt like she didn’t deserve to be saved the first time, so… Maybe it was that with her dad still here, she was finally hoping for this nightmare to end how it should have back then? She should’ve died. That was all she ever heard from doctors and police and kids at school… Yet she continued on living… She couldn’t count how many times people who knew who she was related to expected her to “snap” just like her parents.

As much as she loved Micheal and Henry for supporting her, she felt like she dragged them down by not being able to hate her father’s guts like they did. She was so young when it happened. Her mind was so cloudy on whether he actually cared in those moments or not. It was so confusing… Her mother’s gaslighting made it difficult enough without finding out her father was real and a serial killer. Then there was the matter of how just before she was born this whole mess started…

What did she do wrong to make her happy family fall apart before her very eyes…? Should she have been born at all…? Was she the one to blame for all of this? Of course. Who else would it be…? All those kids who died… Her mother being killed while baking her birthday cake because she just had to go see the animatronics she was banned from seeing that day with Mr. Emily… This all wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been what he was after… It was all her fault. She knew it deep down, too…

“Shit… A-Are you crying…?” The voice of the adult beside her sounded worried, “Was it something I said— DAVE! YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HELPING!”

The rabbit stiffened at being screamed at, but still stood up and approached. Before anyone could stop him, he hugged this seemingly random teenager in a manner uncharacteristic to his entire personality.

“What the hell’s gotten into y—“

Rebecca’s eyes shot open wide, as she began shivering and losing strength in her feet. She was prepared for the pain of the knife…a springlock mechanism… something to impale her and leave her bleeding out on the grimy floors, like just another prop in this haunted house built around her trauma.

…Yet nothing came. No stabbing, no blood coughed out of her mouth... This wasn’t like before. This was…just a hug? A…real one? From him?! She finally looked up at the masked face, silently demanding some sort of answer behind the whirlwind of emotion she was trapped in. He didn’t say a word, looking down at her and daintily moving some hair out of her eyes. His hold on her was careful, but also possessive. He wanted to keep her close to him for as long as he could…

Eventually the third figure pried her out of the rabbit’s steel grip, much to his upset as he stomped his foot to make a loud thud echo down the hallway. Her phone vibrated. Rebecca knew her brother was waiting outside, and would rather not have him break in to see this. She slowly turned to the door, shaken and shocked by what had unfolded. She almost wanted to go back to hug him one last time. No way she would be allowed back once Micheal and Henry found out…

“My rides here… They want me to come home. My brother is gonna come instead. He just needed someone else to cover for one night…”

She showed the phone mainly to the other person, but her father did see what it said and nodded solemnly, much to her surprise.

Springtrap followed them to the doorway as much as he could without being seen, and watched as his more recently met friend sent off the teen, who ended up running straight to a hooded figure. Micheal was taking care of her at least… He could overhear the conversation.

“She had a panic attack or something when she saw one of the animatronics in the attraction.” The employee’s voice sounded confused, but also slightly dismissive, “Probably just a little spook.”

“Thanks for looking out for her.” Micheal replied, “Can I ask which one of them it was?”

“J-just Bonnie.” Rebecca piped up suddenly.

Wait. Did his daughter just cover for him… or was she scared of Micheal’s reaction to finding out he was still here…?

William felt like it was both, but that included the former, and that nearly melted his dead metal heart. God, of course she still cared about him. She was too young to actually have the capacity to hate him for what he’d done to her back then. She was the youngest child he ever attempted killing. This wasn’t supposed to end like this for her… It stung seeing her still impacted by it after all these years. This wasn’t supposed to be her fate.

He wished he had gotten the job done on the night of her sixth birthday, if only to spare her from this haunting her for the rest of her life.

After the pair of siblings left, the only words that came next were:

“Dave, what the flying fuck was that?”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

More of a self-reflective HC:

As Jason continues on in his vigilante career, he starts to become hard of hearing (hoh) from all those years he handled explosives, other people's explosives, etc... The Batfam all learn sign language for him when he doesn't have his helmet or hearing aids in (him and Cass love to mess with Tim by slipping his name into random conversations to put him on edge, and Jason is all too proud of knowing how to sign dick in a derogatory way XD).

Bruce had tried to convince Jason to get hearing implants, and was very confused as to why Jason didn't want them, but eventually left it alone and respected his decision on aids.

-JasonTodd'sGhost 👻

I mean, yeah. I feel like a lot of the cape-wearing community probably has some kind of hearing loss or other crime fighting related issue💜

[theroosterillusion]

Has Megan Fitzmartin ever discussed whether Darcy is D/deaf or HoH? She and Tim use SL occasionally.

[warmglowofsurvival]

“Merching w/ @houseofheroes @timhoh @jaredhoh & @joshuadun”

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

Chag Chanukah Sameach

Ma’oz Tzur

Sung by Inbar Lavi and Jake Epstein, whom starred together in Hallmark’s 2021 movie “Eight Gifts of Hanukkah”, which is where this clip is from.

This traditional Chanukah song is sung by some after the lighting of the Menorah. The Bailey family typically has Richard and Jasmine sing the song together after lighting the Menorah on the eighth night; This year, Aslihan sang the song instead. The link to learn more about the history of Chanukah is linked in the song title above; The transliteration and English translation of the song is beneath the read more. 

Hebrew Lyrics:

מָעוֹז צוּר יְשׁוּעָתִי לְךָ נָאֶה לְשַׁבֵּחַ תִּכּוֹן בֵּית תְּפִלָּתִי וְשָׁם תּוֹדָה נְזַבֵּחַ לְעֵת תָּכִין מַטְבֵּחַ מִצָּר הַמְנַבֵּחַ .אָז אֶגְמוֹר בְּשִׁיר מִזְמוֹר חֲנֻכַּת הַמִּזְבֵּחַ

רָעוֹת שָׂבְעָה נַפְשִׁי בְּיָגוֹן כֹּחִי כָּלָה חַיַּי מֵרְרוּ בְקֹשִׁי בְּשִׁעְבּוּד מַלְכוּת עֶגְלָה וּבְיָדוֹ הַגְּדוֹלָה הוֹצִיא אֶת הַסְּגֻלָּה .חֵיל פַּרְעֹה וְכָל זַרְעוֹ יָרְדוּ כְּאֶבֶן בִּמְצוּלָה

דְּבִיר קָדְשׁוֹ הֱבִיאַנִי וְגַם שָׁם לֹא שָׁקַטְתִּי וּבָא נוֹגֵשׂ וְהִגְלַנִי כִּי זָרִים עָבַדְתִּי וְיֵין רַעַל מָסַכְתִּי כִּמְעַט שֶׁעָבַרְתִּי .קֵץ בָּבֶל זְרֻבָּבֶל לְקֵץ שִׁבְעִים נוֹשַׁעְתִּי

כְּרוֹת קוֹמַת בְּרוֹשׁ בִּקֵּשׁ אֲגָגִי בֶּן הַמְּדָתָא וְנִהְיָתָה לוֹ לְפַח וּלְמוֹקֵשׁ וְגַאֲוָתוֹ נִשְׁבָּתָה רֹאשׁ יְמִינִי נִשֵּׂאתָ וְאוֹיֵב שְׁמוֹ מָחִיתָ .רֹב בָּנָיו וְקִנְיָנָיו עַל הָעֵץ תָּלִיתָ

יְוָנִים נִקְבְּצוּ עָלַי אֲזַי בִּימֵי חַשְׁמַנִּים וּפָרְצוּ חוֹמוֹת מִגְדָּלַי וְטִמְּאוּ כָּל הַשְּׁמָנִים וּמִנּוֹתַר קַנְקַנִּים נַעֲשָׂה נֵס לַשּׁוֹשַׁנִּים .בְּנֵי בִינָה יְמֵי שְׁמוֹנָה קָבְעוּ שִׁיר וּרְנָנִים

חֲשׂוֹף זְרוֹעַ קָדְשֶׁךָ וְקָרֵב קֵץ הַיְשׁוּעָה נְקֹם נִקְמַת דַם עֲבָדֶיךָ מֵאֻמָּה הָרְשָׁעָה כִּי אָרְכָה לָנוּ הַיְשׁוּעָה וְאֵין קֵץ לִימֵי הָרָעָה .דְּחֵה אַדְמוֹן בְּצֵל צַלְמוֹן הָקֵם לָנוּ רוֹעִים שִׁבְעָה

Transliteration:

Mah-ohz tzoor yeh-shoo-ah-tee leh-kha nah-eh le-shah-bay-ah-kh Tee-kohn bayt teh-fee-lah-tee veh-sham toh-dah neh-zah-bay-ah-kh Leh-ayt tah-kheen maht-bay-akh mee-tzahr hah-meh-nah-bay-ah-kh Ahz, ehg-mohr beh-shir miz-mohr kha-noo-kaht hah-miz-bay-ah-kh

Rah-oht sah-vah nahf-shee beh-yah-gohn koh-khee kah-lah Kha-yai may-reh-roo veh-koh-shee, beh-shee-bood mahl-khoos ehg-lah Oo-veh-yah-doh hah-geh-doh-lah hoh-tzee eht hah-seh-goo-lah Khayl pah-roh veh-khol zah-roh yahr-doo keh-eh-vehn bim-tzoo-lah

Deh-veer kohd-sho heh-vee-ah-nee veh-gahm sham loh sha-kah-teh-tee Oo-va noh-gays ve-hig-lah-nee kee zah-rim ah-vah-deh-tee Veh-yayn rah-ahl mah-sakh-tee kim-aht sheh-ah-var-tee Kaytz bah-vehl zeh-roo-bah-vehl leh-kaytz shee-vim noh-sha-tee

Keh-roht koh-maht beh-roh-sh bee-kaysh ah-gah-gee ben hah-meh-dah-tah Veh-nee-heh-yah-tah loh leh-fahkh oo-leh-moh-kaysh veh-gah-ah-vah-toh nish-bah-tah Roh-sh yeh-mee-nee nee-say-ta veh-oh-yayv sheh-moh mah-khee-tah Rohv bah-nahv veh-kin-yah-nahv ahl hah-aytz tah-lee-tah

Yeh-vah-nim nik-beh-tzoo ah-lai ah-zai bee-may khash-mah-nim Oo-fahr-tzoo khoh-moht mig-dah-lai veh-tim-oo kohl hah-sheh-mah-nim Oo-mee-noh-tahr kahn-kah-nim nah-ah-seh nays lah-sho-shah-nim Beh-nay vee-nah yeh-may sheh-moh-nah kah-veh-oo shir oo-reh-nah-nim

Kha-sohf zeh-roh-ah kohd-sheh-kha veh-kah-rayv kaytz hah-yeh-shoo-ah Neh-kohm nik-maht ah-vah-deh-kha may-oo-mah hah-reh-shah-ah Kee ahr-kha hah-sha-ah veh-ayn kaytz lee-may hah-rah-ah Deh-khay- ahd-mohn beh-tzayl tzahl-mohn hah-kaym lah-noo roh-eem shiv-ah

Translation:

O mighty stronghold of my salvation, to praise You is a delight. Restore my House of Prayer and there we will bring a thanksgiving offering. When You will have prepared the slaughter for the blaspheming foe, Then I shall complete with a song of hymn the dedication of the Altar.

My soul had been sated with troubles, my strength has been consumed with grief. They had embittered my life with hardship, with the calf-like kingdom's bondage. But with His great power He brought forth the treasured ones, Pharaoh's army and all his offspring Went down like a stone into the deep.

To the holy abode of His Word He brought me. But there, too, I had no rest And an oppressor came and exiled me. For I had served aliens, And had drunk benumbing wine. Scarcely had I departed At Babylon's end Zerubabel came. At the end of seventy years I was saved.

To sever the towering cypress sought the Aggagite, son of Hammedatha, But it became [a snare and] a stumbling block to him and his arrogance was stilled. The head of the Benjaminite You lifted and the enemy, his name You obliterated His numerous progeny - his possessions - on the gallows You hanged.

Greeks gathered against me then in Hasmonean days. They breached the walls of my towers and they defiled all the oils; And from the one remnant of the flasks a miracle was wrought for the roses. Men of insight - eight days established for song and jubilation

Bare Your holy arm and hasten the End for salvation - Avenge the vengeance of Your servants' blood from the wicked nation. For the triumph is too long delayed for us, and there is no end to days of evil, Repel the Red One in the nethermost shadow and establish for us the seven shepherds.

[loveofastarvingdog]

Tim. Peter??? Also the lack of vision thing kinda fucks me up?? Not being able to see scares me (mostly bc my vision sucks) especially when swimming.

out of all of my senses i’m afraid of losing my sight most (i don’t have strong smell, i’ve already lost my taste before, and despite loving music i have skills to help me deal with being deaf as well as family who is hoh so i have experience) so when the voice first says I have Your Eyes i was like. oh. Fuck.

[bbeeohazardd]

what’s oz’s relationship like with the cast of mh :0

hoh boy okay! going for in college stuff here because i think thats what you meant, sorry if my interpretation of the word cast is wrong lol

Alex: That's his older bro!!! he loves that guy sm!!! Alex basically took him in after their parents had effectively kicked both of them out and they were extremely close, they would both do anything for each other. They were very supportive of each other and Oz was fully supportive of Alex's movie(actually getting college credit for helping with his movie).

Jay: That's his other older bro! Him and Alex met Jay once they moved to the area Rosswood is in, due to being in and out of the hospital a lot he wasn't extremely close with Jay but saw him positively due to Jay(and Alex) including him when they hung out. They lived with him and Alex in student housing for a bit in college and they basically saw him as another older brother.

Amy: He met her due to Alex in high school and was good friends with her! He basically pushed Alex to her and went "Holy fuck tell her how you feel". He liked Amy because she was very kind and she and Alex were very good for each other

Brian: He met Brian in college(they both shared a video production class and hit it off very well on their first day) they were basically best friends and Oz had a huge crush on him but refused to tell him(even though it was pretty obvious). They, Brian, and Tim were a trio and would hang out a lot together.

Tim: It took a bit for them and Tim to become friends but they both hit it off very well eventually, Oz and Brian both doing their best to include Tim in their shenanigans and Tim acting as the straight man before eventually also getting in on whatever the hell the other two were up to.

Sarah: He was actually good friends with Sarah, often getting advice from her and ranting about his crush on Brian. The two hung out quite a lot and would sometimes go on small hikes together on Oz's better health days.

Seth: He wasn't particularly close with Seth, but he would do his best to include him and they were friendly with each other. They both bonded over photography and Seth was in the same video production class as them, Brian, and Jay.