geoffrey hill “broken hierarchies: poems 1952-2012″ / supernatural “dark side of the moon”  

The Theory of Every Name

@dickgraysonweek Day 4: 'you will always be my Robin'

A glass broke.  Dick thought it might have been Donna’s.  Wally was now speaking in his over fast hum that sounded more like the wings of a hummingbird rather than human speech.  Roy was staring at Dick, a stony expression on his face.  Garth was looking at the photograph, a confused twist in his mouth, making Dick feel sick.  

Confusion was perhaps the only thing Dick wasn’t feeling.

Dick put down the newspaper and pushed his chair back away from the table. The scraping sound cut off Wally’s ramble.   He couldn’t look at anyone else.  He didn’t want to see the pity in their eyes– or worse still their indignation on his behalf.

“Dick?”  

Donna’s voice sounded far away– it was coming from a world that Dick was no longer a part of– a world where this had been temporary.  The black and white ink separated him from them.  It told plainly on printed paper that he had been what was temporary.

“Dick?”  She asked again, reaching for him over the shards of her juice glass.  

Dick didn’t answer.  He didn’t turn back to the table.  Instead he slipped out the kitchen door and into the hallway.  He couldn’t place the feeling.  Betrayal?  Hurt? Anger?  Maybe it was horror?  He wished he were numb.  

The team didn’t follow him.  He could hear their hushed voices but the words didn’t make sense.  Nothing really was understandable.  

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i’m going to hold your hands when i say this and i am only going to be kind about it once: ai does not belong in fandom spaces, ever. not in writing, not in art, not in video, not at all. it does not matter how bad you want to see your favourite characters kiss, or how much you need a bit of help finishing a chapter, or whatever.

make friends with artists. commission somebody. learn to draw yourself. ask for a beta read. try a writing partnership. fandom spaces are communities, so engage with them! it is about the journey and the fact that we all love something enough to create and build together about that thing.

spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.

I don’t mean to be old but computer used to just have games. U didnt have to pay for em either but if u wanted u could get a little CD that put the game onto the computer and you could play it forever and ever even if the company that made it went to hell and shit. You didn’t even need the internet or wifi or anything. And it was pretty neat

It would be a finished game, too. If you played long enough and did really good you could go to all the places and get all the stuff. You never had to pay more money later it was just there. onn compter

Big fan of Dick and Alfred comforting each other after Bruce's death. Alfred's arm around Dick. Alfred's hand on Dick's shoulder. Dick's hand on Alfred's shoulder. Dick's arm around Alfred's shoulders. The way Dick openly cries in front of Alfred twice. Both of them devastated. Both of them knowing they must go on. I eat that shit up.

what i really need in my life right now is a fic with cass, dick & rose where they end up stranded on some remote island bc of Comics Tomfoolery. forced to spend time together without a civilian bleeding out. the only active danger they're in is from being Seen by each other. scarce supplies, rationing resources, the whole shebang. cass and rose are ticked off that dick is trying to take charge bc "Bruce Trained Me For This" but they end up even more incensed when they realize they're in agreement with each other. maybe some delirium from thirst and hunger. at some point, cass hallucinates steph and neither dick nor rose bat an eye... like "Yeah That's Normal." "i hallucinate cassie and eddie all the time." "oh yeah, robin!jason is kind of like my guardian angel when i'm knocked out. sometimes, he makes jokes." rose keeps calling dick renegade and when she finally lore-drops, cass bursts into laughter. "pathetic." someone brings up slade accidentally and all three of them spend the next hour sulking in three different corners. cass destroys a coconut with One Magnificent Kick. both rose & dick are impressed but refuse to admit it. "thanks for dinner, i guess." dick makes a fishing rod from scratch. rose has already caught one with her bare hands. cass tells them it's bland and the meal she provided was better. they take turns refereeing spars which ultimately devolve into all three of them yelling You're Doing It Wrong. you're telegraphing your lunge. why didn't you just dislocate the wrist. pussy. tim comes to rescue them but he stole the batplane so he's on a time-crunch. in sync, they begin to annoy tim as a three-pronged monster. tim is quietly horrified that This is the Thing that gets them in agreement with each other. he threatens to dump them on another island. joke's on him because dick just launches himself off the plane with a jetpack without even saying goodbye bc he'd rather be doing Anything Else. cass just shrugs and tells rose "you should do it, too. see if you can land where he will. i dare you." rose just dares her back and tim is left alone in the plane over bumfuck, nowhere wondering why he even bothered with the rescue. do u see my vision

Out of curiosity rb and put in the tags how many fics come up when you type your last name into ao3. Apparently even though my last name is uncommon there's like 500

Fake rare last name havers when real ones come at them LOL

"alpod tim drake is just a self-insert :/" and is it illegal for an ordinary thirteen-year-old to want to be robin...... i miss the days when he was just a bright, enthusiastic kid living the dream of children everywhere and not whatever the fuck he's doing these days. he doesn't even fanboy over dick's ability to do basic tasks anymore he's forgotten his roots

things early tim drake was really really good at:

things infinite frontier tim drake is really really good at:

What is a mother?

Batgirl (2000) #25 // Batman (1940) #567 // Batgirl (2000) #54 // Batgirl (2000) #49 // DC First: Batgirl/Joker // Batgirl (2000) #52 + Batgirl (2024) #6

Remember when Dick jumped off a building and tried to commit altruistic suicide, and Clark snatched him out of the air and was like, "Lighten up, lad."

Reminds me of when Dick jumped off a building and Clark snatched him up and was like, "Nightwing! I thought you were a suicide!"

And that reminds me of the other time Dick jumped off a building and Clark grabbed him and was like, "I've got you! I'm sure things seem tough, but this isn't the answer, man!"

And that reminds me of the OTHER time Dick jumped off a building when Bludhaven had been hit by Chemo, and Clark scruffed him and was like, "Get out of here, Dick. You're going to die."

And Dick was like, "That is sound advice that I'm absolutely going to ignore!"

I just think the common theme between these scenarios is interesting is all.

All that being said, these panels immediately trigger a warmth in my chest they are sooooo

this whole pitch that roy practiced and he still keeps running into every wall like ouch I knew that was there owww I knew you would say that till he gets to the strangers part and the light in his eyes is like GOTCHA

pov you are always right about everything and u have a little soul patch

I like to think Blockbuster got these shots from a Nightwing fan blog Tim unironically runs in his downtime

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

#he wouldn't fucking say that but i'm getting kind of attached to the guy you invented who did say that

these teenagers and their dog are trying ruin our money laundering business. no tony put the gun down were doing this the old fashioned way. were gonna dress up as monsters and scare them

bruce wayne is to dick grayson as dick grayson is to tim drake