#hummelfun

[poetryforplebs]

(Note: Each ‘she’ is a different girl.) 

“Hi, can I have that?”

Her voice is timid, her smile is small, she is pointing at my friendship.

I smile widely and nod, handing it over joyfully.

I’ve never given it away before.

Others come over now and greet me shyly.

“Can we have some too?”

They point to my friendship in her hands.

She eyes them warily, but I give her a smile.

“It’s okay, I have more than one.”

I pass them along.

We all share smiles and they say thank you and leave.

A few years later she comes to me with tears in her eyes, face splotched with red.

“Can I have those?” She asks, pointing at my help and affection.

I hand them over without question.

She sits with me for a few moments, then leaves and does not come back.

“Why can’t I have this?” Another asks.

Her eyes glint with anger as she points to my understanding.

Panic chokes me and I hurriedly press it into her hands.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Whatever.”

She walks away and I’m left to wonder if I did something wrong.

“Give it to me.” She says and points at my time.

I put on a shaky smile and hand it over.

I am happy to give of myself for my friends, but I am running out of things.

Normally I’d expect to get something back from them, but if they have to ask for mine then I know they don’t have their own.

So I keep giving.

Isn’t that what good friends do?

“I want that.”

She takes my attention.

I don’t mind because it means she has to spend some time with me to use it.

But when she leaves a few seconds later I realize how empty I am.

“This is mine now.” She says and rips my happiness from my fingers.

It hurts to see it go, but I let her take it.

She wouldn’t just take someone’s happiness without needing it.

She must have needed it.

I only have one thing left and I keep it close.

“Hey.”

I look up at him.

His smile is slow.

His eyes are warm.

“Can I have that?”

He’s pointing at my heart.

The only thing I have left.

But the request is so gentle.

His voice is so soft.

So I extend it to him with shaking hands.

“Be careful with it?”

My voice is uncertain.

He rolls his eyes like I’m a child.

“Yeah, okay.”

I did not keep it close enough.

I go and find them.

They are all together, laughing and happy.

There is no room in their circle so I sit a few feet away and clear my throat.

They look at me.

“May I borrow a piece of those?”

I point to their attention, affection, and concern.

They look between each other before tossing a bag towards me.

“You can have these back instead.”

It is my things, even the friendships from long ago.

But they are in shatters.

Fractions of what they once were.

I take them anyway and stand.

“Thank you.”

I walk away.

I don’t look back.

by @hummelfun

[camsthisky]

My favorite is really everything honestly, but to play by the rules I have to say Lighting Up a Roomful of Possibilities. Seriously, I adore what you do with that fic. Also the Tact series is amazing.

Mannnn that takes me back. Both of those were my gateway fics into the fandom?? The Tact series holds a special place in my heart and that reminds me that I still need to update No Amount of Time and Space?? And Lighting Up a Roomful of Possibilities? God, those chapters are almost finished, I think, but it’s been a few weeks since I’ve looked at them. Thanks for reminding me that they need to be updated what the heck

and thank you! <3

[handsewn]

Glitter, champagne, bubble bath

glitter: she’s an incredibly patient person; she’d currently dealing with a lot and doesn’t have anywhere near the amount of support she needs (let alone deserves), but she’s somehow managing to power through. i’m in constant awe of her talent, of her compassion, of her understanding and generous nature, of how genuinely kind she is, despite how unforgiving the world has been to her. she’s my best friend and i would be utterly lost without her; my life is better with her as a part of it.

champagne: oh good lord,, i could talk about a Lot of things for hours, but i’ll narrow it down to 3: alfie (obviously), shitty treatment of characters on various tv shows, and how much i yearn for the sweet embrace of death

bubble bath: kind of? i used to shower at night until i realized it fucked my hair up in the morning times. now i just brush my teeth, wash my face, use toner/ moisturizer, and use a spot treatment if i need to

[klanced]

Hi, first of all I love your blog! It's awesome. Secondly is it just me or is it honestly infuriating that people are trying to say that Keith isn't Korean (idk if he's actually Korean, but that seems to be the general consensus) just because his dad had a Texas accent. Like that crap is so ridiculous. You can be non-white and have a Texas/Southern accent. Someone literally had the never to make a post saying white boy Keith confirmed. I was ready to freaking fight.

Lmaoooo, what a coincidence! I was talking about this on twitter just the other day :p

I’ve already seen a few posts floating around discussing this, but I’ll still chip in my 50¢

There are, in fact, a lot of Asian people in the South!! We exist. Some of us probably do have southern accents because like… we grew up here lmao.

Texas Kogane might not be white. Idk, I’d have to rewatch his scenes, and even then I’d hold out hope until we got an official confirmation.

Alternatives:

That’s not Keith’s biological dad

Keith could be remembering his dad wrong. This one’s a bit of a reach though lol

Keith could be mixed my guys. I think we can safely assume his mom’s side has the Galra heritage, but that doesn’t mean his mom is completely Galra. Maybe she’s half-human, half-alien. We don’t know yet!

Woop woop. There’s still a pretty good chance for Korean Keith! Honestly, if Keith turns out to be a mixed kid, that would only add to another one of my shitpost theories that’s shaping out to be true, lmao.

[redrobin-detective]

Hello! Today is dear @hummelfun's birthday and I am here to wish them the very best! Friends get requests on their special day so when they asked for headcanons around the cartoon Teen Titans Aprentice episodes, well how could I refuse? Happy bday friend! Hope your day is wonderful!

- Robin hates everything about his forced apprenticeship with Slade but in the very back of his mind he finds something comforting about the dark, gloom of the man's hideout. The constantly clicking machines and technology, that wide empty space that echoes. If he stands in the back and closes his eyes, he can almost pretend he's at the Cave, that Bruce or Alfred will be around shortly. He has to constantly snap himself out of that instinctual complicacy.

- He and Slade battle or train as Slade calls it, a few times during the day. Robin hates it but also there's the usual relish of sparring with someone equal or better than him in martial arts. He doesn't often get to stretch out his skills like that against trained fighters so he does like that and makes many notes on Slade's techniques. He's here to learn after all, might as well get something out of it to use against the man.

- Rob doesn't really sleep much while he's with Slade. He can't he's too full of guilt and anger and regret. He spends most of his rest time mentally composing apologies and explanations to his friends in his head. In the end, when he does see them again, he can't bring himself to say any of things he'd been thinking during those long, lonely nights.

- Following Robin's return to Titans Tower, Slade gets a very special visitor. Batman had been alerted something was off with his partner by the theft at Jump City Wanye Enterprises but only upon investigation does he see how bad the situation is. He doesn't need to intervene when Robin's team saves him but that doesn't mean he'll let the slight stand. He ambushed Slade, reminds him with his words and his fists where Robin got all his skill from. Batman informs the assassin that the man will be staying from his son or he'll get another visit from Gotham's Bat. Slade isn't deterred obviously but he takes care to avoid openly hunting the young Robin, not with Batman now keeping tabs on him.

- Following his return, Bruce contacts Dick himself for the first time after they broke up their partnership. They spend most of the time yelling: Bruce for all the mistakes Dick made (to hide his worry) and Dick over being treated like a child (out of guilt). Eventually they calm down and manage a few 'Yes I'm ok lay off' and 'call me next time you need help' and it's tense and awkward but it's a conversation and a step in the right direction. 

[poetryforplebs]

It would be nice to be stable To have a flat surface to stand on But my mind is like a rocky slope And I keep falling down

~ @hummelfun

[poetryforplebs]

Shadow ballets caused by flickering candle flames

Watching with delight as the day slowly fades

~ @hummelfun

[camsthisky]

Hi, I'm Taylor. Favorite color is blue, but like the blue a really clear ocean is. I have sworn off of ships after one too many bad fandom experiences. Vanilla is my favorite flavor, but I load it up with sprinkles. I had a cat, he was 19 years old when he passed away two years ago. He was my bestie and had been around since before I was born.

Hello Taylor! Happy to have you here! And that kind of blue is super pretty!

Also, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with not shipping anything, but if you want me to start tagging ships so you can blacklist them please let me know! I guess that really goes for anything. Anybody is welcome to ask me to tag something.

Still, I try to keep this blog as positive as possible (I say that and I mean it in a stay away from fandom hate as much as possible kind of way. There’s nothing I can do about the angst, and I hope that’s still positive for you), and I hope that you’re having a good fandom experience here!

And I’m sorry about your cat :( it’s always tough to lose a pet, especially when you’re so close to them.