#hiding behind the card

[hana-w0nt-b3-l0st]

Greetings! You may have briefly seen me trying to talk with those of the new and past Generation Loss casts! I use she/it, she/sol, and she/they dependent on the day (she/her is suitable for any day). I personally want to see that stupid company fall and crumble.

Speaking of talking to people, I prefer using anonymous, so I'll be doing asks with the 🎴 emoji.

As a "friend" (I hope they wouldn't mind me calling her that, I'm honestly unsure what to call him) has named me (@popupsquiggles), I am Hana! I hope to get along well with the others on this site. Thank you for reading this all, and have the day you deserve. <3

HI! I THOUGHT IT'D BE FUN TO MAKE A BLOG UH YEAH! OKAY BYE!

(All pronouns Hana uses are mine, just you can use them whenever. AKA: I use she/they/it/sol pronouns!)

#genlosers do rp / main tag

#hiding behind the card / sent anonymous asks

#hanas gostop / in-character talking

#hikaris to kasus / answering asks

#whole hand played / out-of-character talking

#new deck shuffler / talking to others

For my own personal reference is this sentence here, please ignore!

Here's also a picrew I thought of using, but decided to go with the profile picture (with also aforementioned profile picture):

For basic description reasons: Hana has short wavy white hair, red lipstick, amber eyes, and several ear piercings. Her glasses are circular and tinted pink. She wears a small red head accessory. Her everyday outfit is a black jacket, pink vest, white under-shirt, red flowery skirt, simple white (slightly above ankle) socks, and black sneakers.

For more proper occasions, she sports a black ribbon under a collar as well as a sleeveless red partially see-through top. From what the picrew won't show, the top is actually a dress, which matches the top with roses where the skirt ends (around knee level). She has on pink socks and black boots, and changes her pink glasses for black tinted ones. Would this probably ever be used? No, not at all, I just expected to make her a lot more fancy and proper then I did. Whoops. Hey, I'd hate to waste a picrew!

[hana-w0nt-b3-l0st]

Well, I'm just saying that, in your "hypothetical", the nurses would not appreciate you causing trouble over them doing their job.

That's not how it works and trying to get them back may just get you in more trouble.

-🎴

hana i appreciate it but i also dont

[gbirrd]

2/9 - Cass Cain tarot card designs for Complete Candor by @vexfulfolly as part of the @batfam-big-bang

Read the fic here!

Other cards:

1-Babs 2-Cass 3-Bruce 4-Tim 5-Damian 6-Jason 7-Duke 8-Steph 9-Dick

Image IDs

Image 1:

A design of "The Empress" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE EMPRESS". A symbol of a rabbit and a wolf is visible behind the numeral "III".

Cass Cain is in her Batgirl uniform facing forward. She has wide pupil-less white eyes. A human ribcage fills the background with an anatomical human heart within it that radiates a faint red glow.

Image 2:

A design of "The Empress" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE EMPRESS" upside-down. A symbol of an anatomical human heart with a fork in it is visible behind the numeral "III".

A young Cass Cain faces forward in a pink dress covered in blood. Her hair is in two pigtails and she has wide pupil-less white eyes. Both her face and fists are covered in blood. A human ribcage fills the background with an anatomical human heart within it that has a blood-covered knife stabbed right through the middle. The entire card is upside-down.

[majatae]

Eve getting more and more annoyed of Steve knowing all the lines (and the scenes) in that game and all her facial expressions because of that is the funniest thing to me 😂♥️

Was so hoping for promo videos of them, thank you HBO! 🙏🏼

And please give her stylists a raise, she‘s looking gorgeous! 🥹

Screenshots are taken from HBO‘s video on their youtube channel. 😇

[scarefox]

Mick and Top about the NC scene in ep6

[hana-w0nt-b3-l0st]

Of course, I'm watching with you. Let's see how this will end.

Hello Squiggles! I've been following on the liveblog, and I wanted to make comment! I've been watching a bit myself, and you mentioned not being able to see it before, as I had to give it to you and all. I've also been seeing the glitches, it seems like there's things to hide. Is it possible that's why you couldn't access it? There was information in there they didn't want you to see?

-🎴

maybe? idk, sometimes they stop me from looking at stuff and just tell me "its not for you" or whatever. that just sets my resolve, i need to keep watching

[ender1821]

i have never been more stressed watching a Pearl life series season dear god

[eesttm]

Work out the circumference of the caravan in baked beans. Most accurate wins.

[spaceshipkat]

oh god stop whining about getting older. do yall realize how lucky you are? how lucky you are to have made it this far, to have survived everything life throws at you, to live in a world that others have worked so fucking hard on to make sure you have the best possible chance at survival. our ancestors did all this to ensure the world you inherit is better, easier, kinder, softer than the one they did. stop shitting out the self-deprecating “jokes” about getting old (they do not land the way you think they do. it’s just awkward), stop saying you’re “thirty-five years young,” stop claiming your life is over because you’re no longer in your twenties. do you know how many people would do anything to be where life is set up to help you succeed, survive, savor? do you know how many people died before they turned twenty-one when all they wanted was to live? to cook their favorite recipe again, to hug their best friend again, to watch the sun sink below the horizon again knowing that, in just a few hours, it will rise and they’ll be there to watch it paint the sky and prompt birds to sing. how dare you take for granted what the people who died too soon would have given anything to experience even once more. how dare you whine about wrinkles and grey hair and stiff, creaky knees when others have no voice with which to speak from beyond the grave, let alone callused fingertips to pet a dog, play a piano, peel a banana. how dare you whine about sagging tits and blurry vision and crow’s feet when you’re still alive to hear your next favorite song, to read your next favorite book, to meet your next favorite person, to eat your next favorite dessert. it is not a bad thing to age. it is not a bad thing to no longer be young or look youthful. your body has done the very thing it is meant to. treat it—treat yourself—with the respect you and your body both deserve.

[goroakxx]

[eyeaesteria]

Already posted this on TikTok but ! here we go

From Arthur's POV I think this was Merlin's last chance to be honest with Arthur, to ask for his help and finally let him in. But he doesn't.

And Arthur called him a coward cause if he called him a liar instead then Merlin would realize how truly hurt he is. Anger or disappointing is safer, maybe.

Arthur would've been fine with Merlin being scared but he knew deep down that it wasn't fear what's making Merlin leave before the battle. There is something else there, and Merlin is still not /talking/ to him, he's not asking for help nor confessing where is he going, he's just letting him know he won't be there with him. After all this time Merlin is still incapable of trusting him, and maybe it's Arthur fault, a consequence of all those times he didn't trust Merlin's word or went against his advices thinking he knew better. It still hurts, though. To trust someone so much, be so fully known, and then realize he isn't seen half as trustworthy.

Whatever, I'm not making any sense now. I love them and I'm beginning to appreciate this scene more. Truly heartbreaking.

They're about to go to war and Merlin is still hiding things from him, is still trying to protect him from something larger than the bloodshed and Arthur doesn't know what that thing is. And he's scared too.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

look at gooble

[shirohirolu]

Some doobles I may or may not finish idk I got artblock

[misanaco]

love is in all the places you forget to look at, and all the places you remember to.

i always believed loving was the act of reciprocation. the kind of love where iron rots away underneath the weight of our molars and we lose six of our teeth to look like the little children from seven years ago. in my head, my friends loved me, which is to say, i loved them. i always believed loving was the act of reciprocation, four years later, when i was no longer eleven and my friends laughed at me until i started to look like i would snitch to the teacher. but i would never. i bite love under my teeth to be a good friend.

and i would always believe love was a damaged bullet. sometimes it took it four years to hit an empty shell.

and richocet.

it took us six months to do away with my feet, where my bones crumbled under the weight of looking at you one by one; and we would stop talking only to meet each other again and fall in love in a boring month. when i told my best friend about it, she thought i seemed too serious for it to be a real thing and we laughed it off as a joke. and three months in you would say you loved me almost too much for it to exist in this world, and because love was an act of reciprocation; my sincerity had gotten to you. i used to believe love was a damaged bullet, and it would almost always crash before hitting the target, which is to say we would never make it but we meant to.

what does it take for a broken arrow to miss its target and return to the archer; i found out broken things never knew to richocet. and i save recordings on my phone until it's out of storage right back from the day you leave and the love is still there. too much of it. i have always been at war with myself since the day you left, and i have been looking for peace only to end up with martyrs, and a doomed hometown.

and then, i associate love with vision; maybe god created me first when he built these eyeballs, and i look at you down to the folds of skin underneath yours. and then, loving is the act of looking.

maybe as much as i long to see you again, i also dread it; because i would eat away my tongue for the loss of language. maybe i would simply look at you then. and love is the act of looking. maybe love is not reciprocation because i did not stop loving you long after you left too, and i am looking at you constantly and there is just about enough love in this world. i think the thing about love is that it comes in places where it is useless. maybe that is why i am the only one looking.

because if you looked back, we could make so much use out of it.

two weeks into being heartbroken over our breakup, my mother would say God is everywhere, with so much conviction in her words that i almost end up looking at God, with my hands in my lap - useless and empty, and wondering how to catch him. a week later i would walk upto her and ask her where that is and she would look at me in disbelief as if i could not see something so obvious for myself - but to see, you must first love. she would then drag me out of the house and tell me the sky is blue over houses where children starve to death and become orphans, their mothers constantly begging god to fix their cursed fate, and she tells me if they looked up, they would realise there is so much life in them. and the act of looking is as useless as the act of loving - because the two are the same - because you could just choose where to lay your eyes.

maybe you would be crying and your eyes would be fixed at the turn of the wall of the room, your knees bent at the floor like the world were crumbling and then, you would just be looking. maybe you could see the weeds blooming out of the iron odour of filthy blood. she would say love is in every place you forget to look at, and in every place you remember to. she means to talk about God, but everytime she talks of religion it is almost hard to not talk about love.

i also wonder if love is also as omnipresent as God, and why the two are so hard to find. and then i wake up at 6am but there is the crisp odour of burnt charcoal and a little, little sound of death, and i almost feel nice because everyone is just sleeping soundly beside each other - before i realise how fucked everything is. maybe death is such a curse because there is love. maybe we are scared of war more for this love than the dead bodies. and then, you.

maybe i am still alive even though you do not love me back, and the weight of this love is almost making me uglier, but i am glad i love you like this. i am glad i am looking for god in everything you left behind that you deemed useless, and in the soil that i chew so i can do away with the sound of war, and in the trees and in 6am, everywhere. which is to say i am glad i am looking for love everywhere. and loving is the act of looking. i believe i have almost never realised how there is so much i could take for myself, and be the lover of- because loving is the act of looking. and as long as i can deem myself the lover of everything, they could take away my eyeballs too - and i would still find god at the tips of your fingertips. they are almost too heavenly, too gorgeous and there are heartbeats in my throat. maybe i could survive this apocalypse for you. maybe loving is not the act of reciprocation like i used to think. it's vision.

and i am glad you could almost never take away my vision. and love is in all the places you forgot to look at, and all the places you remembered to. maybe love is not inside me and i am inside love, and my mother is tugging at my sleeves and pushing me to look at the photograph she received of me before she went through the labor of giving birth to me. and she says i look like her before placing her lips at the top of my forehead (she looks like the last person to like herself). and she is placing a photograph into my palms of my father holding me almost too tender and i realise i am not so damaged - after losing you. maybe he has always held me this tender, even when he makes me cry. and i despise cruelty, but i see mother laughing her flesh out - heartily - looking at the old sd card she looks almost too happy about finding while cleaning the house. look.

sd card. no memory of you. and i almost feel blind.

[hana-w0nt-b3-l0st]

My pleasure Squiggles. <3

I'll see what I have. I hope it works for you!

-🎴

THANK YOU HANA <33

[hanakihan]

gray collar cough best skin cough spiriton dress is finally in crane’s shop

time to get moriarty’s ass