#turn back your clocks

[cyprinella]

Don't forget, friends in the US.

[angrykitten69]

[citrinesparkles]

cold hands

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 789 words. notes: i started this in december i swear it was seasonally appropriate at the time warnings: n/a

he scooped your hands into his own, cupping them together and bringing them to his face smoothly.

he caught your eye with a small smirk. you knew him well enough to know he wasn't really smug- he was looking for your reaction, a silent is this okay wrapped up in his confident expression. the large, colorful lights strung across the shop front you had stopped in front of were reflected in his eyes, but he was focused entirely on you.

you slipped your thumb out of his hold and ran it over his own.

jason took it for the invitation it was and exhaled heavily over your frigid fingers, looking down to them.

you, though? you kept your gaze right where it was.

he was beautiful, you thought. a strong jaw and handful of faded scars were contrasted by the softness of his eyes, his red (garnet, you remembered him saying with a little self-aware grin, not red- that was a work color, and you weren't work) knit hat bringing out the green in them. he was bathed in an orangey-pink from the décor behind you, and you almost wanted to pull a hand back to take a picture.

almost.

"i'm buying you some damn gloves," he muttered without heat, laughter buried in his tone as he gently massaged your fingers.

"and put my personal hand warmer out of a job?"

"he's creative. he'll find another one."

you let out a small huff of laughter, the sound turning to fog between the two of you. you pulled your hands out of his grasp- earning a raised eyebrow- and pushed forward to take hold of the front of his jacket, gently pulling him into kissing range.

as always, he adapted almost instantly. "see?" he asked quietly, his palms finding your hips. "a new job opened up pretty quick."

"shut up," you mumbled fondly, pressing your lips to his.

the warmth in your chest absolutely erupted, the sweet, familiar feeling of his lips- of his presence- making your heart and mind go the same sugar-sweet shade of pink.

"i love you," you pulled back to whisper firmly, grip tightening on his jacket just to give some of the oomph in your veins somewhere to go.

you felt his chuckle under your fists and against your lips, like the bassline of your favorite song with the dial all the way up, rattling through the floor and into your ribs and threatening to turn you giddy. "i think that means i'm doing alright at my new job."

"you're doing wonderfully at your new job."

not much would be worth opening your eyes from such a spell, but you found that his smile made the list: crooked and fond and beautiful and somehow it was aimed at you.

"think i can clock in for another shift?" he asked lowly, playfully, sending another wave of butterflies through your system. they left quickly, replaced by a feeling of belonging, of home, of peace.

"yes," you answered simply, trying (and failing, judging by his little laugh) to keep your eagerness under control. "you should."

so he kissed you again, holding you close. sheltering you from the chill of gotham in the dead of winter. reflecting warm lights onto you and chasing shadows away. turning every beautiful, poetic thought you'd ever had about him into something literal and visible and tangible and not having a single clue.

--

so he kissed you again, basking in the affection in your eyes and letting it warm him straight to his bones. begging his mind to save the image of you bathed in orange and pink and magic, looking at him like he was even close to that kind of beautiful, tugging him towards you like there was nowhere else on the planet you'd rather he be.

and he tried to hold you as softly as you deserved, bringing a hand up to cup your jaw and tilt your head slightly and cherishing the way you immediately, confidently leaned into his touch like you trusted him to keep you upright.

it felt like someone cracked a glowstick where his heart should be.

no- that was too vivid, too harsh. this was like a candle, warm and steady and breathing and alive. this was something to look to in the dim and the dreary, something by which he could read; something to warm his hands over, something to turn to when the storms rolled through and the power failed and left him in the dark.

you were something to turn to in the dark.

he decided, then and there, pressed against your coat and your lips and your warmth, that you were getting the nicest gloves he could get his hands on.

[ratatatastic]

genuine nightmare of a woman

[beigale-shtuchim]

I love it when you wake up a cat and they go "mrrrr?" And then go straight back to sleep like yes go queen you're living the dream 🗣🗣🗣

[texeoghea]

i found my sketchbook guys. returning to my roots

[stranger-chichka]

"Though nothing will drive them away" plays when Mike says "It's not Will. It can't be."

[quietwingsinthesky]

i feel like one thing i havent made entirely clear is that the reason the doctor isn’t cool with even using/having their dalek laser gun thingy, isn’t simply “the doctor doesn’t like guns”, it’s more like he sees them holding it and thinks they’re standing on the edge of a cliff and he had to do everything in his power to drag them back from it, no matter how much they fight him, because its partially his fault they’re standing there, so if he can just keep it out of their hands, if he can make it so that one of the worst choices anyone can make won’t be their responsibility, then he will, even if it leaves them defenseless and angry at him, because saving them is from falling over the edge is worth it. and the thing is that even’s already lying dead at the bottom of the cliff.

[geezerwench]

End of Daylight SaViNgS Time.

[pettytiredandjewish]

This is gonna be a fucking shit show and I’m really not looking forward to seeing it….

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

ily 🥹🫶

i love you honey 💗😘

[bobcat-pie]

they've invented a morning that isnt so early & bad. and its called "Daylight Savings"

[blackgumball]

making girls and nerds just try watching sports like making a toddler just try to eat their vegetables

[brain-in-a-skin-suit]

i wholeheartedly believe that akutagawa is going to come back at the end of this arc because, while it was thematically a good death, it’s an even better rebirth

[13thpythagoras]

music island

haha i'm starting to realize...as i master guitar and every song i hear i can play...every song starts to have its own unique shape in my head, like mostly a hypercomplex two dimensional shape like an island, or even more accurately, a Dali clock melting away as music, drugs, emotions, and art all work to bend our perceptions of time, because this island is one I traverse the circumfrence of on my guitar every repetition of a 4 beat cycle, like a clock. Wild.

Musical notation is silly. Why not make a map? I could notate all of a song on one page haha it would look like a topo map or something, usually like a shape with maybe a third sharp square edges, a third of its edges rounded and weird, and the final third of its edges just blurry and randomized. Each edge is a micro-beat in the song and the idea is for the first two beats (of four) in a jam you want repetition to draw in the ear, and the third beat expands, 4th beat destroys, and it repeats after 4. Still half repetetive is too repetetive. So then that golden tension, as the 2/3s creativity (non-squre edges in the music island map) starts to overcome the half-rigidity of the beat, that golden tension all enters into the picture and we start calculating music towards the golden ratio...0.618/1, which of course is fatly and grandly between half and two thirds out of one...

[evergreen-femme]

im just so happy i live in a time period where actual meaningful biological transition is possible. even if we lose rights or the ability to exist in public, nothing can turn back the clock on that, and just by having any sort of access to that our lives are made immensely better. millions of our sisters throughout history would never have dreamed of a day where they could have what HRT does for us.

please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.