#idk i think it works

[bellaartz]

Feargust and Anxiennui are better anyways!

[highlysusceptibletodisaster]

one piece modern au where zoro does fencing and his three swords style is about him doing épée, saber and foil

[coffee-at-annies]

#18 + sidgeno (or whoever sparks your interest tbh!)

SidGeno always sparks my interest :)

18. Go Easy by Matt Maeson

This one is injury fic. I think it could go either way but I’m a Sid girlie at heart so we’re gonna go Sid-centric. I don’t want it to be retirement fic so instead I think it’s concussion era SidGeno.

This is a song about pain. It’s a plea for wellness and if not that, then comfort, but primarily it’s about pain. This is all from the POV of the singer asking for care — ostensibly from a partner —but struggling to move past his pain to accept it. It’s as much an acknowledgement of the singer’s self loathing as it is an apology for the way the singer acts when dealing with it.

My own reflection's making me sick/ I've been this way since my faith quit./ And I never asked for this pain/ It's taking me over/ It's taking me over/ It's making me colder (Oh)

Concussion era Sid who is hurting and he doesn’t mean to lash out at Geno/Mario/Flower/the team but it hurts. It hurts — it hurts — he hurts — and he’s not getting better. Every day he ends up back in bed with the blackout curtains, unable to even look at himself in the mirror cause that’s too much light for his head. He’s cold and shaky and it’s not just the nausea. He doesn’t want to be a burden. He doesn’t want to lose hockey. He doesn’t want to be in pain.

If I broke it, would you quit?/ Is this heartache we could fix?/ In the morning, when we wake/ When I'm sober, would you stay?

He is though. He’s all of those things. Facing that fact leaves him with self loathing so strong it’s all he can do to not lash out at everyone trying so hard to help him. Sid has so much support. So much help. He doesn’t want any of it. He would give all of it up if it meant he could play hockey again.

Please just go easy on me, baby/ Go easy on me, baby/ Can you understand it?/ I can't keep living for the damage

I’m not sure where we are in the concussion timeline re: Geno’s knee injury. This chorus feels like Sid and Geno leaning on each other, hurting and letting the other take care of them because they’re both hurting. They stay together because Sid refuses to be a burden and Geno doesn’t make him feel like one. They fall into bed together because of course they do. They’re both looking for care, for healing, and they’re hoping to find in in each other. They do, for a time. Then the season ends and they go their separate ways.

My own deception is moving too quick/ I tried to love and I lost it./ And I never wanted to change/ It's taking me over/ It's taking me over/ It's making me colder (Oh)

Geno gets better. He recovers from his surgery in the off-season. He gets back on the ice. Sid… Sid doesn’t. His head still hurts and his stomach still swims and he doesn’t get better. He pretends that it’s okay. That he’s fine. That he isn’t burning to get back to hockey or he isn’t monstrously jealous of Geno. The season starts and Sid isn’t there to start it.

If I broke it, would you quit?/ Is this heartache we could fix?/ In the morning, when we wake/ When I'm sober

This is set deeper in the timeline. Sid is still too sick to play. He’s tried to come back to practice a couple times and he’s failed. Maybe he’s even played a couple games. Geno moved back in at the start of the season but is he staying because he loves Sid or because Sid needs someone to take care of him? Does Sid know? Does Geno?

Please just go easy on me, baby/ Go easy on me, baby/ Can you understand it?/ I can't keep living for the damage

This chorus is just as much about Geno as it is about hockey. He’s hitting the point where he can’t keep living for the sport. It’s been too much time and too much pain since he last played hockey without this weight around his neck. He gets back hockey. We know he does. He doesn’t stay back though. He’s back in Pittsburgh and so are his symptoms. Throughout it all they persist and he can’t do this until they’re gone.

Can't change me, can't save me, can't blame me/ I know love/ Can't change me, can't save me, can't blame me/ I know love/ Can't change me, can't save me, can't blame me/ I know love/ Can't change me, can't save me, can't blame me/ I know love (Love)/ I know love

There is no savior coming. Geno can’t fix his head. The pain is just there. Hockey is the source and the reason and for once in his life he can’t will his way through. Practice won’t help. Playing through it won’t help. Nothing has helped. He’s still concussed. He loves hockey, he loves Geno, and it’s not enough.

Please just go easy on me, baby/ Go easy on me, baby/ Can you understand it?/ I can't keep living for the damage (Oh)

Go easy on him. Be gentle with him. He loves two things, hockey and Geno. At the end of the day, end of the season, he doesn’t know if he can keep either of them.

Send me a number 1-100 + a pairing and I will tell you what song it corresponds to on my Spotify wrapped AND give you a 5 sentence summary of a fic based on that song

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[attleboy]

YES ‼️ KILL ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️

[soup-du-silence]

"In Jamil's dream, Kalim won't exist. "In Jamil's dream, HE'LL be housewarden and Kalim will be his servant." Actually I think he's too codependent for all that, maybe he just wants a break and a fruity drink and then he'll be right back on his grind. That's my theory, anyway.

[mybuginette]

i'm obsessed with this shit now

sorry, in universe social media is my roman empire now

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Fancy robe practice featuring Bruce

[adaki]

GIRLS NITE OUT >_< ((clockwork could not make it)) (wip)

[lolli-popples]

I think it'd be fun to do some kind of Life Series AU where they're ALL enhanced individuals (superpowers) but are afraid of telling anyone due to stigma. Then the plot would be everyone slowly realizing other people have powers too until it clicks that everyone has them.

But that's not the fun part. The fun part is I think Joel's "superpower" is that when he looks at someone, they are unable to use their abilities. But he doesn't know that. So there's an unbelievable amount of hijinks around people trying to prove to him they have superpowers while he continues to say they're all deluded.

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[aoikitty]

Not me learning how to use tumblr just to post Lu fanart- 💀

Anyways hi, first time posting art here! This was supposed to be a quick shitpost but I got carried away and actually put effort into it..

my bad..

Alt version:

I’ve been lurking round the fandom since February, but haven’t actually gotten round to posting anything till now

I have a bunch of ideas for LU illustrations & even some animatics- but I won’t promise anything cause I am so unbelievably slow at drawing that it’s not even funny 💀

That said- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME IN THE CLUB I NEED PEOPLE TO YAP WITH ABOUT THIS COMIC SO BAD- PLEEAAASEEE 😭😭🙏🙏🙏