“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.”
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i love the linguistic trend of expressing something difficult to describe by just not including an adjective where there usually would be one. “i had a day today,” or “he’s definitely one of the characters of all time.”
it’s like i can’t describe this so i just won’t. you get it tho.
It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!
I bring a very 'oh it just does that' vibe to the function that the 'it shouldn't do that, you should get that fixed' people don't seem to appreciate very much
listen they don't really talk about their songs- its a rule- so I don't know for certain but I'm like ninety percent certain that Blinded and Smiling (The Milk Carton Kids) was written about them as a duo and not the Romantic Interest as it probably is trying to imply
"You look at me like I’m crazy for taking so long" -every time I hear this line I automatically assume it's refering to getting ready for some reason and its generally implied that Women take longer to get ready than Men, so to have a man say it indicates he's not talking about his wife but rather the other person in his life for whom and with which he gets ready- meaning his musical partner on stage
"Smile for a picture Gather ‘round the room Put your arms around me Like you always do" -they end every show by putting their arms around each other and bowing together.
"You raise your glass and you toast to the end of the world
Everyone laughs, and the cameras flash" -this is originally the line that made me assume this song isn't romantic but rather about Their relationship because- cameras flash??? that implies publicity, that automatically implies Fame and the person standing on stage with him who is always the person he takes pictures with and etc etc
"Blinded and smiling
Holding on to you" -this line for me has always meant standing on a red carpet or in front of an audience/paparazzi and holding onto the other person while pictures are being taken bc duh they came to see the Duo and the Act so that's what the pictures will showcase and also again, they end every show with their arms around each other and bowing
Listen I might be grasping at straws but from the very beginning this song made me think of Mattfleck and I am rabid for these boys in equal measure, so. They're in love whether it be romantic or not and this is Their Song and Not for Wives.
(and also no one is into this fandom enough for there to be discourse abt this so... what I say goes yay!)
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I don't know how many people read my fic I'm Sorry that I posted a while ago inspired by Heated Rivalry and comparing Bruce's coming out story to Alfred (not good) with Tim's coming out story to Bruce (how it should be) but anyway I recently reread it and wanted to give even more closure to them and ofc further my BatLantern propaganda so have a chapter update: Will You Remember Me?
When they’d first started dating Hal had insisted on taking every car in the Garage for a spin any time they left the house, but after twenty years even that splendor had lost a bit of it’s glam and they preferred walking, now.
It probably also had something to do with them desperately wanting to leave the house as quickly as possible in those days, glancing over their shoulders like assassins after a mission instead of the Master of the house taking his boyfriend out on a date, but Bruce didn't like to think about that part.
There was no need to rush, anymore.
uh...yes? I don't really know what you want me to say to this; both of us read the same drunken confessions post and got inspired???
lets be more clear with these asks that are bordering on accusing me of things, alright? if you want to say something then say it and don't sneak me an anon ask with poor grammar. Thanks.
This writing exercise was inspired by this post from @haveihitanerve
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Hal's phone started ringing.
The problem isn't so much that Hal left his phone exposed on the coffee table before running off to the bathroom.
It's that the phone contact read:
Incoming Call from...
FAVORITE BATKID 😼
Bruce knows that no one in the house is above infringing on each other's privacy, but that was only ever important in matters of life and death.
...but then again, with competitive children like theirs, maybe it was a matter of life and death.
Bruce has always maintained that there are no favorite children.
Dick, Cass, Jason, Tim, Duke, and Damian are loved differently but equally.
Perhaps his boyfriend had not gotten the memo.
Hal returned and plopped back onto the couch, "What'd I miss?"
Bruce squinted at him, "Your favorite child called."
It unnerved him how Hal's relaxed demeanor didn't change one bit as he sank to the couch. "Yeah? What's up?"
Bruce flinched.
He sat up and gave Hal a look, who returned it just as powerfully and confusedly.
"Harold."
Hal burst out laughing, "Uh oh, I'm Harold now. Whatever happened to 'my love' or 'darling'?"
"You can't have a favorite child," Bruce snapped seriously.
Hal arched a brow, "Uh, yeah, I don't. If I had one, it'd be Roy or Helen."
"Your phone," Bruce said, pressing a finger at his chest, "It said favorite batkid."
"Okay?"
"Hal, have you not met my children? Do you know what sort of trouble you're inviting by suggesting there's even a hierarchy among them? You know how sensitive Dick, Jason, Cass, Tim, Duke, and Damian are at the idea I'd choose any of them above the other."
In a moment, Bruce had flashbacks. To Damian's earlier years of making competitors out of his brothers. To Jason chasing Tim with a gun because he believed he was proof that he mattered less. To Dick throwing a tantrum when Jason was first introduced. To Duke when-
The phone rang again.
Incoming Call from...
FAVORITE BATKID 😼
Bruce glared at him, "Answer that."
Hal pursed his lips, clearly fighting back a laugh, especially when Bruce ducked away from his playful attempts at stealing a kiss as he reached for his phone.
Hal answered, "Yewwol~?"
"HAROLD."
Steph's voice cracked through the speaker phone.
Bruce's eyes widened. Hal stifled a laugh.
"Heya, Pumpkin. What's up-?"
"HAROLD, I FUCKED UP."
"That's not really minimizing-"
"HAROLD, I ATE THE LAST OF UNCLE J'ONN'S OREOS IN THE HALL OF JUSTICE MESS HALL. I'M HIDING IN THE VENTS, TOY CHICA STYLE."
"What does that even-"
"HAROLD SEND HELP."
Bruce cleared his throat, a smile already splitting through his barely serious expression.
Hal smirked, "Why not call Bruce-?"
"HAROLD-"
"Stop calling me Harold!"
"-BRUCE WILL BE ON UNCLE J'ONN'S SIDE BECAUSE I ALSO BROKE THE ICE CREAM MACHINE."
Silence suddenly draped across the other side.
Then Steph shrieked and promptly ended the call.
Hal and Bruce stared at each other.
Then Bruce's phone also began to rang between them.
Incoming Call from...
Favorite JL Member 🍪
Hal arched his brow at Bruce, who had already turned red from embarrassment.
Bruce cleared his throat and picked up the call, putting it on speaker phone for equality's sake.
"J'onn."
"Bruce."
Hal leaned back on the couch, laughing himself hoarse, much to Bruce's horror.
"We will be picking Steph up from the Hall of Justice early today... and restock the cookie shelf."
"Thank you," J'onn paused, and Bruce swore he can hear the smile on his mouth as he added, "Tell your second favorite JL member I said yewwol."
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Stormed in. Needed to write but too eepy seepy to progress my wips. So have this balderdash
Bruce and Hal getting drunk and Hal is a ditsy drunk who is stumbling around and laughing and even more handsy than he is Sober and Bruce who is only a little buzzed and the Designated Keep Hal Safe person so he's following him around and chuckling at his antics and then Hal stops, suddenly, and points to something
"Oh look at that sign! It's your favorite color!" And Bruce stares at him for a long moment before going,
"I didn't know you knew my favorite color." He didn't. He doesn't even really know his own favorite color, but Hal is right, in a way. How did he know?
Hal brushes him off with another giggle, stumbling against the wall and dragging Bruce over with him. "O' course I know your favorite color, silly. I know everything you've ever told me."
And he looks at Bruce so earnestly, so honestly and Bruce is stuck- Hal's fingers curled around the collar of his shirt, the two of them pressed against the wall, breaths mingling between them
"Kiss me." Hal whispers, and Bruce swallows.
"You're drunk."
"Oh come on," Hal breathes, his finger tracing the slope of Bruce's cheekbones, mesmerized. "It doesn't have to mean anything. Please. It's just some fun."
Maybe it is, for him. Maybe it isn't. Maybe Bruce thinks it is. Maybe he doesn't. Whatever one of them thinks, the opposite is true for the other. Its simply their curse.
It's not a bad kiss, at least, no matter what they think of its meaning.
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Me, having watched the odyssey and loved it, talking about it with my beloved and smart mutuals about the meaning and themes of this ancient epic and the masterful way Nolan was able to make this foundational western story feel modern in a way that still paid tribute: wow, I’m sure the people of tumblr dot com— the people who love Themes and Meanings and Messages and conversations around the social construct, of consequences, and of the intricacies of mankind— will understand
Okay. For my money, the entire thesis of Chris Nolan’s 2026 film The Odyssey is that society chokes and sputters and dies when we abuse, ignore, or violate social norms like the laws of hospitality. That is not really what The Odyssey (the book/poem) is about, but I can clearly see why in the horror that is the 2020s, someone could read The Odyssey and go oh my god that’s a lot of bad dropping in. That’s a lot of bad visits. That’s a clear vision of how the loss of social norms and cohesion fucks you up and how war, literal, brutal war, is a terrible wound that destroys your humanity and your understanding of what civilization and society is. I don’t know that the iteration of Greek society that ultimately birthed the poem would agree with Nolan’s take, but I think this movie is quite ideologically coherent, that Nolan knew exactly what he was trying to say with each and every adaptational change, and I think he wasn’t nuts for using one of the most famous classical western civilization works as a way to make that argument.
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