Shipping Rarepairs Means Reading The Same 3 Fics Someone Wrote For Your Ship 8 Years Ago. Knowing The

Shipping rarepairs means reading the same 3 fics someone wrote for your ship 8 years ago. Knowing the plot up and down, but still reading them anyway.

Shipping rarepairs means not being taken seriously by the fandom when you try to explain your ships. It means sometimes lying about them because you don't want to have to explain again.

Shipping rarepairs means having the ideas, but not having the motivation to write them because you feel like you have no one to share it with.

Shipping rarepairs means that you live in a world where some ships never seem to run out of content, but yours did before it even started.

It means clinging to the driftwood that shouldn't be gloating at all while a bunch of people speed by on a yacht.

Shipping rarepairs means that you have all of the fanfiction sites still. Even the ones that have graded or are 'cringy' because you hope to find the ship somewhere in the depths.

Shipping rarepairs means that the only content you have is either A/B/O or a cringy joke fic. It means that there are unfinished works that haven't been updated for years. It means not even having a page on AO3. It means scrolling through the same tags on Tumblr again and again.

It means looking at the WIP you have for the fanfic you wrote, but not finishing it because you know no one will read it.

Heya! Just found your blog but I LOOOOVE your batfam stuff!!! And your 200 follower special had me tearing up. Just wanted to say I thought it was rad and I can't wait for more (whenever you get the chance, ofc)

AWWW thank you! I haven't seen anyone write anything about my 200-follower special. It made me sad because I worked really hard on it, and it seemed like it was ignored. I'm glad that you liked it.

I don't know when I will have the next part out. I have been going through some stuff recently and every time I have carved out time to work on my projects I just don't get anything done. I'll try again soon, and hopefully, I'll be able to write down my ideas, but yes the series will continue, I just don't know when I will have the motivation to do so.

Just a reminder that bisexual/pansexual/omnisexual [and any other identity under the umbrella] do end up in opposite gender appearing relationships that to the passing eye may appear hetero. This HOWEVER does NOT mean that the person stops being Bisexual/Pansexual/Omnisexual. To say otherwise is biphobic/Panphobic/Homophonic. The Queer community is supposed to be kind and opening, stop 'gatekeeping' places/spaces they should also feel safe in.

That is to also be said. Stop hating content creators who ship a bisexual/pansexual/omnisexual [and any other identity under said umbrella] character for shipping them in an opposite gender relationship. They are allowed to, and as long as both you and the other shipper are being respectful about eachothers ships that is perfectly normal. This is to be also said, Don't complain about a ship not having enough content, if you want more make it, maybe you'll inspire someone else to create as well.

I'm saying this because I'm seeing some concerning trends in queer spaces and fandoms again, and I have a voice and I will use it.

Everyone needs to see this!

[DC] rough …veryyyy rough sketches for a whole ass Anime opening I have in my head and started in December 😭🙏 I still have a minute left to complete but I wanted to show the beginning…I hope I have time to clean it up

Random stills below

The funeral was held on one of the few sunny days in Gotham. It was a beautiful day, the wind was calm, the clouds were kind, and the temperature was perfect for being outside. Dick hated it all. He wanted it to be slamming down rain in buckets, he wanted the wind the lash against his skin. He wanted the wind to be screaming in his ears.

It wasn't a large funeral. There wasn't many people left to attend. Tim's parents were dead, Bruce was gone, and not a single person could name a civilian friend that could attend. Where were his friends?

Dick was standing there with Alfred. The elderly man that Dick had come to see as a grandfatherly figure was quite. Damian had gone back inside already, and Dick couldn't stop him. The Foxes had left an hour previously, Tam having hugged Dick apologizing for not getting there faster. It was calm, and Dick hated it.

The dirt had been packed down, the headstone put in place, and the last affairs taken care of. He had been placed next to Bruce, and not far away from Jason's old resting place. All Dick could think of was why him? Why Tim?

He had shown up at the airport, thousands of words, apologies ready to say. An air of relief. Waiting to see his little brother again. Only for Jim to be met with Tam and a closed coffin being moved into the back of a transport car.

Tam who had been crying with a hand over her mouth. Dick who had begged her that it wasn't true. Both looking at eachother, both knowing the truth, and both with streams of tears down eachother's eyes.

"There wasn't anything I could do."

He wanted to yell and scream. Tell her she could have done more, could have gotten to him sooner. He didn't. She did everything she could.

"I wish I could have done more."

Why was she apologizing? This was Dick's fault. He should have known better, should have been there. This was his little brother that he just let run away. His little brother who went on his adventure to find Bruce and paid for his life. Tim was gone, and Dick was to blame.

"I'm sorry."

Dick was sorry.

Now standing in front of the grave, all Dick could hear was Tim's voice begging for him to listen, to at least consider the idea that Bruce was alive. Dick could hear Tim yelling, and huffing as he stormed away. He could hear the screaming from Tim's room, the broken furniture, and the heartbreaking sobs. His little brother was gone and he would never hear him again.

Why is he gone? Why him! It should have been anyone else. Dick screams as he falls in front of the grave, the flowers in his hand falling, rolling to the side.

You know what would be an extremely angsty fic idea???

Set during the Red Robin storyline, Dick rushing to the airport when he finds out Tam found his brother, both excited and terrified, a thousand apologies and explanations rushing through his brain because he wants to make it right to Tim, he wants to make him understand why he did what he did and hopes they can find a middle ground and move on. He sees Tam and runs to her, looking around for Tim and when he can’t find him he turns to Tam and asks where is his brother? She just looks so sad, holding his hand carefully before saying how sorry she is, and then turning to the private jet from where they’re lowering a coffin, and Dicks whole world shatters.

AU where Tim doesn’t survive the desert attack.

Me trying to write my newest Batfamily fanfic, and having to get the character dynamics just right or else I'll have an aneurysm, but also trying to have the story have character growth, and proper acknowledgment and handling of sensitive topics and issues while trying to keep them all mostly in character is a herculean effort.

It will be worth it, but it's a lot of research, building majestic castles from the ruins of different Canon, but trying to add some fanon but not too much fanon.

I have a notebook that is just a webmaster of who is on good terms, bad terms, and who doesn't know the other enough to be on any terms, while also noting which dynamics get worse or better throughout the story.

And the fact that there is a main plot and multiple subplots.

It's going to be amazing when I get it done, but right now it is just a mess.

[Ignoring my 3 other WIPs while doing this.]