#AND THAT ISN'T YOUR FAULT

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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What is a mother?

Batgirl (2000) #25 // Batman (1940) #567 // Batgirl (2000) #54 // Batgirl (2000) #49 // DC First: Batgirl/Joker // Batgirl (2000) #52 + Batgirl (2024) #6

[zu-is-here]

“No one could persuade the vindictive smithing god Hephaestus to return to Olympus and free his mother Hera, who had once abandoned him as a child for his ugliness, from his trap throne; until Dionysus, the god of festivity and insanity, came and intoxicated him...”

Happy birthday, @egnidres! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)✿

Horror from horrortalecomic by sourapplestudios

Murder by ask-dusttale

[demaparbat-hp]

I saw your art, "First Meeting" for Kyoshi Warriors AU, and my head just went "That's Jinshi!".

How can Katara control herself in front of a person who can collapse countries?!

Why would you do this to me.

[bet-on-me-13]

Unknown, the Wandering Hero

So! We all know the typical Vivisection AU, right? Danny is revealed to his parents and they take it in all the wrong ways. They capture him, Vivisect him, and eventually he manages to escape with the help of his friends.

But what about his Rouges?

Sure, we all like to think of some of the more friendly ones like Ember, or Sydney, or Johnny 13 and Kitty, but he has WAY more Evil Rouges than good ones.

Without Danny there to reign them in, the Rouges spread out across the world to fulfill their obsessions, unhampered by the Heroes and Villains of the world that have no means to fight them.

And Danny? He feels responsible. He was the one to open the Gate, he was the Sacrifice, the one to let them through. And when the going got tough he just up and left? No, that won't do.

His Obsession is Protection for a reason, and nothing has changed. All he needs to do is expand his area of focus a little.

Danny, after healing up, starts wandering the world in search of the Ghosts who have escaped into the Mortal Realm. He battles all of his old foes, as well as many new ones who he hadn't met before.

His travels take him far and wide.

He defeats Skulker in Metropolis, as he is trying to hunt down the Super Family for their pelts. They are the last of their race after all, so he is inclined to try and hunt them. Honestly dealing with Skulker was easy, dealing with the Rich Asshole who was funding him was a nightmare.

He chases down Spectra in Gotham as she tries to feed on the misery of an entire City. (Thanks to @impyssadobsessions for the idea, this Prompt specifically). She is actually a very tough fight, especially powered by both the Misery of an Entire City as well as his Own Misery, but he manages.

He defeats Technus is Central City, as he tries to Raid Star Labs for their advanced Tech. It actually took a while to beat him after he amped himself with all that Power, and he did need help from the Local Hero to deal with him. He's just thankful Technus is one of the more "Harmless" ones.

After every Victory, he sends them back to the Realms using the Banishing Spell that Sam taught him a while back (the only bit of magic he ever really managed to master).

He knows they'll eventually find their way back out, but it's all he can do anymore. It's his eternal Punishment for unleashing them out into the World in the first place. He was the Catalyst for this Situation, now he was tasked with Fixing it, no matter how long it took.

...

The Justice League is caught in a tricky situation a the moment.

In the past few months, they have been encountering more and more of these Extra Dimensional Beings known as Realms Ghosts across the World.

Justice League Dark has had some success in battling them, but even they are getting tired of having to deal with every single incident alone.

They did get approached by a Government Agency known as the Ghostly Investigation Ward that seemed to want to help, but it didn't take long to realize that their main Aim was to Genocide the entire Race. The JLA had quickly cut ties after realizing that, and took what little Tech and Information they had been able to gather.

Still, it wasn't easy to deal with these Entities.

Thankfully, they have had some outside help. An Unknown Being has been routinely showing up whenever a Realms Ghost appears and defeating them, before using a (as described by Constantine) "Rudimentary Banishing Spell held together by willpower and luck" to send them back to their home Dimension. There's honestly no way it should be functional, but he did make it work either way.

They don't know much about this Unknown, aside from the fact that he seems to be the only one able to consistently damage the Realms Ghosts. His Powerset leads them to belive he may be from the same Dimension, or at least drawing his power from the same Source, but as he actively avoids the League and takes every opportunity to not talk to them, they know they aren't getting any answers any time soon.

Over the past few months, they had affectionately started referring to him as Unknown, creative they know, because they could never get his Real Name. Sure, some of the Realms Ghosts seemed to recognize him, but they always called him stuff like "Whelp" and "Punk" and "Usurper", which were not very good names to use when referring to him. Although the last one was a bit concerning.

They had only managed to trade a few quick words with Unknown in the past few months, but it was enough to get the Gist of it. He was just doing his job, sending the Realms Ghosts back where they belonged. There was apparently a Tear in Reality letting them through, but he seemed hesitant to reveal what he knew about it.

After a few months of sparse interactions, they eventually managed to convince him to at least take an Emergency Communicator. Just in case. They even let him take it apart to look for any Tracking Devices, which earned them a small bit of trust. They took whatever wins they could.

Fortunately, it seemed he never did need it. In fact he was getting more and more efficient with every battle, defeating his foes in half the time it would have taken before.

Unfortunately, it didn't last forever. One day, the Communicator went off, a distorted voice quickly saying, "Need backup, some of them decide to Team Up" before cutting out.

They quickly rushed to his location, finding an active battlefield with no less that a dozen Ghosts battling Unknown. And he seemed to be on the ropes.

With their arrival, the combined force of the Justice League and Unknown eventually managed to defeat the Group of Ghosts. Justice League Dark volunteered to work on the Banishing Spells while the others cleaned up the damage from the Battle.

One of them approached Unknown to make sure he was ok, and froze.

During the battle, Unknown's Mask had been Torn off, and they could finally see the face of the Hero they had been working with for the past few months.

And he was a Child.

[project-sekai-facts]

According to 4koma #232, Kohane has the ability to purr.

[teddybeartoji]

it's not often you get to see a sleepy suguru.

it's not like he's not tired – he's fucking exhausted; the dreams just don't seem to like him all that much. but he's usually toughing it out, trying to seem as composed and put-together as possible. the dark skin underneath his eyes betray him, though.

so you don't really know why today is different. is he just more tired? have all of the sleepless hours caught up with him? or is it just you; could it be that your body is the most comfortable place to rest his heavy head? or is it your perfume that's soothing him to sleep?

or is it the fingers in his hair?

he doesn't really let others play with his hair too ofter either. satoru and shoko had been the only exceptions but that was before you came along. satoru uses his hair as a stim, something to play with when he's bored. suguru has taught him manners though – a few slaps against satoru's fingers and chest to remind him to be more careful. and shoko is just more likely to brush a strand from his eyes or help him tie them up in a half-assed bun whenever his own hands are full with whatever.

you like playing with hair, always have and always will. it's relaxing and it's fun and it's calming and you love it. when you first met suguru, his hair was the second thing you noticed about him (his keen purple eyes being the first). an irresistible itch burned in your fingertips everytime you saw him, everytime he wore his hair down. it just looked so pretty and soft.

he takes very good care of his hair, you know that much. specific shampoos and conditioners, masks and all – he's all in. and nobody bats an eye. not that they should but satoru definitely gets made fun of because of his stupidly expensive collection of figurines and shoko gets teased for her silly mug shelf – and yet, neither of them ever comment on the bottles and tubs of fancy products that lay on his bathroom counter.

his hair also smells good. the compliment always hangs on the tip of your tongue but stays hidden in fear of coming off too weird. too creepy. but he doesn smell good. even with closed eyes and ears and you'd find him in a crowd. you wonder whether he knows that.

as you grew closer and closer, the now scorching itch only doubled in need. you never did gather the strenght to outwardly ask him – if you could play with his hair? if you could caress it? comb through it? it was an accident.

a simple gloomy friday afternoon: you're both lazing on your couch, staring at the screen. it's funny – you find yourself muffling your already quiet bursts of laughter, suguru alongside you. he's sitting close by, closer than usual. you don't ask him about it.

he asked to come over; something-something about being sick of his own apartment. you understand that, so you tell him that your home is his home (you'd tell him that even if you didn't understand). you hear the faint smile when he thanks you over the phone.

even when he looks like he hasn't slept in months – he looks good. you can tell he's overexaggerating his smile a bit but don't say anything about it, rewarding him with a grin of your own. his eyes flick to your lips and how they curve and he thinks about how warm it feels to look at you. maybe he's not exaggerating anymore.

your arms open wide, inviting him into you and he obliges, as always. he smells good. as always.

his hands lock behind your back and your behind his neck. your hearts meet and they greet each other with a fastened beat, eager to be in sync – to feel each other again.

he pulls back and the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. he's not doing it anymore and you're happy to relieve him even if it's for mere moments.

he's wearing a sweather and his hair is down. he has lip gloss on; you try to think whether he's more of a mint guy or more of a shea guy. it remains a mystery.

and now you're on the couch with two cups of warm tea waiting for you on the small table. he smells good. he's so close. he snickers at the screen and you can't take your eyes off of him. it's the same small crinkle of the eyes and the faintest pink tint on his cheeks.

you know he knows that you're looking at him. you've been told to have a staring problem and he's just an observant guy. it's a terrible match. or a perfect one.

he doesn't say anything though; instead he leans his head back and little to the side against the headrest (he's even closer now) and you find yourself shifting an inch aswell. perhaps magnets are involved? the iron in your blood pulling you together?

no, that can't be. you'd have to be polar opposites for that to work. warm-blooded and cold-blooded? would that work? you're getting too poetic and he's looking at you now.

it's an accident. it slips out on its own. you smell good. caught off guard by your own comment, you're about to apologize when a hand on your thigh almost makes you suffocate on the words stuck in your throat.

he laughs and it feels so good. he thanks you. he means it, you see it in his tired eyes. he likes the way you blush.

turning his focus back to the tv, you try to collect yourself. a deep breath in and a deep one out and a deep one in and a de—

a weight on your shoulder. he smells so good. he's so close. you peek down, curious as to whether this is a dream or not. but suguru's head is in fact laid on your body, sinking a bit more into you by the second. a deep breath in and a deep one out.

seeking for a more comfortable position, you snuggle closer to him. it's hard to focus but you're making it your sole mission to make him feel safe. your arm curls around his body, his shoulder, and rests right by a flock of his hair.

his cheek is now smushed against the top of your chest and the weight of love doesn't seem as bad as everyone keeps telling you. his hand finds a place around your waist; loosely – as if he's the one who's afraid to scare you off. silly.

his breath against you feels right and the butterflies in your stomach refuse to calm down. so you do what you always do when you get nervous – completely on their own, your fingers caress his hair. just smoothing over it at first but before you know it, they're combing through a strand and twirling the ends between themselves.

you wanna apologize, again, but the soft little grunt that emits from the man keeps you from doing so.

don't stop.

+ this is for @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat just bc it feels right

[harryinramshackle]

Me when my self-esteem is lower than the Underworld but then this fucking ball of sunshine comes into my life and proves me wrong

They're not even dating here, I think

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Everyone's always like "oh Taash is gonna teach Manfred how to say fuck!" or "Rook taught him how to say fuck!"

BUT CONSIDER: SPITE

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not beating the allegations.

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[thenationofzaun]

"Vi was the real Jinx" "No Hextech was the real Jinx" "No Jayce and Viktor were the Jinx for creating Hextech"

Arcane fans are all so fucking stupid and y'all deserve this stupid ass show. If this show had even a modicum of intelligence its thesis statement would have been that institutional oppression enacted by Piltover against Zaun was the real jinx and rot of show, finally giving rise to a monster coming to Jinx them back and be the reckoning for all their sins. Instead they give us that fuckass idiotic episode 7 that attempts to pin all the blame on Hextech and pretends like the horrible conditions of Zaun and cruelty of Piltover didn't already exist long before Jayce and Viktor cranked that damn crystal. Not only that, they go and martyr Vi which just gave the lowest bottom of the barrel members of this fandom a chance to accuse her of being the "real" jinx. This show is unserious garbage and its moronic fans deserve it.

[solitaryschizoid]

Why is it so hard for neurotypicals to understand that it's not safe to be formally diagnosed with a personality disorder when they literally paint us as abusers and evil monsters at every possible chance they get?

[persevereforahappyending]

This isn't Your Fault (Family Meeting)

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: “But my mom is in town again and…” you bobbed your head back and forth, your eyes on the spaghetti you continued to twirl around your fork. “She wanted to meet you.”

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3k+

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Sam had had a long day at work, she pulled a double and now she was back home making dinner. Luckily, the whole gang wasn’t at the apartment, and it was just you and Tara. Sam liked you and you were a lot easier to please than Chad and Mindy. You didn’t mind whatever they were having for dinner, whereas Chad and Mindy always had an opinion and tended to start arguing if they disagreed with each other.

Tonight, they were keeping it simple though, spaghetti and meatballs. She was almost done when she looked up, furrowing her brow as she heard you and Tara whispering to each other. She couldn’t make out what you were saying but it was clear you were trying to ask Tara to do something. Sam had come to learn there wasn’t a lot Tara wouldn’t do for you, she was curious what she was fighting you on.

“It’s ready!” Sam called out as she poured the spaghetti into the strainer and then into a bowl. She carried the pot of meatballs and sauce in one hand while carrying the bowl of spaghetti in the other. She sat them in the middle of the dining table before going back into the kitchen and grabbing the plate of garlic bread.

“You made garlic bread?” Tara asked. She didn’t hesitate to jump up from the couch, nearly pushing you off of her as she did so. You were left sitting on the couch, mouth hung open as you watched Tara run to the table.

Sam shook her head at her sisters’ antics. “We had some in the freezer,” she shrugged. She saw it was getting ready to expire and figured she better make it; besides, nothing went better with spaghetti and meatballs than garlic bread.

“Thank you, Sam,” you said as you joined them at the table, taking the spot next to Tara as usual.

“No problem,” Sam smiled at you. You ate at their apartment plenty of times by now, whether it be dinner or breakfast or even a late lunch on weekends, but you never failed to say thank you if Sam cooked or paid for takeout.

Everyone loaded their plates up with spaghetti and meatballs, everyone even grabbing a slice of garlic bread. Tara ended up grabbing two slices and was reaching for a third when Sam slapped her hand away. Sam didn’t care how much garlic bread Tara ate, within reason, but her sister could at least eat what was on her plate first.

The dinner was oddly silent, usually Tara was talking nonstop about her classes or a movie she saw. You usually joined in talking about your classes, some new soundtrack you heard, or whatever videogame you were playing. The two of you were silent though, you both just kept glancing at each other, and you kept nodding your head towards Sam, like you wanted Tara to ask her something, all of it made Sam furrow her brow even more.

“Ow!” Tara whisper yelled, making Sam raise an eyebrow.

“Everything okay?” Sam asked hesitantly.

“Your sister is a coward,” you said, not taking your eyes off of Tara.

Sam raised an eyebrow at you, now she was even more curious what you and Tara were talking about. You rolled your eyes as you looked away from Tara but smiled as your eyes landed on Sam. She had a feeling she was about to learn what you and Tara were talking about.

“So,” you said slowly, you began to twirl your fork, wrapping the spaghetti around it. “You can totally say no.” Sam sat up a little straighter, she never liked when a sentence started out that way, but you were asking her something so she knew it couldn’t be too bad. “But my mom is in town again and…” you bobbed your head back and forth, your eyes on the spaghetti you continued to twirl around your fork. “She wanted to meet you.” You flicked a glance up at Sam then right back down to your spaghetti.

Sam opened and closed her mouth a few times, her own fork hanging loosely at the edge of her plate now forgotten. Out of all the things she thought you and Tara were talking about, you asking her to meet your mom was not on the list. Sam had never met anyone’s parents before, not for any of her own partners and certainly not for anyone Tara was dating, you were the first-person Tara was serious enough about to actually introduce to her. On top of all that there was her past, she used to be an addict, she was the daughter of a serial killer, and she was the reason you were attacked all those months ago.

“You don’t have to,” your speaking broke her out of her spiraling thoughts. “I totally understand if you’re busy or don’t want to. Tara talks so well of you and my mom has been wanting to meet you since she learned you and I were officially introduced.”

“Okay,” Sam found herself saying. Tara’s head snapped up; her eyes wide as she stared at Sam. “I would love to meet her.”

“Really? Thank you!” you said.

“Really?” Tara said at the same time.

“I won’t lie,” Sam said, nodding to herself. “I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“It won’t be that bad,” you assured her. “My mom is the nicest person in the world. If she was willing to get to know Tara after she,” you nodded towards Tara, “fell out of a tree then meeting you will be a walk in the park.”

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle at that. It was true, she didn’t think she could make a worse first impression than her sister did. Being Billy Loomis’s daughter and being the reason for the Ghostface attacks still nagged at the back of her mind. She was surprised how okay your mom was with you dating Tara and allowing you to come over to their apartment so often. She couldn’t believe your mother would allow you anywhere near her after you nearly died because of Ghostface.

“When would you like to have dinner?” Sam asked, hoping her smile was hiding her brewing anxiety and nerves.

“Tomorrow night?” you suggested. “We can do it any time this week if that doesn’t work for you.”

“Tomorrow is perfect.”

“Cool, thank you, I’ll tell her.”

While Tara and Sam went back to eating their food you pulled out your phone to most likely text your mom. Once you were done you went back to eating as well. That question seemed to be the thing that was on both your and Tara’s mind all night because after it was finally asked the conversation began to flow like normal. Tara rambled about her class and all the knew film stuff she was learning as she continued to shove garlic bread in her mouth.

The next day Sam couldn’t think about anything else besides dinner with your mom. Tara was the one dating you and Sam would probably hardly ever, if ever, see your mom again. She didn’t know why she was freaking out about it so much. Tara loved you though, it didn’t matter what Sam thought, but she approved of you, and both you and Tara spoke so highly of your mother. Even Anika had nothing but good things to say about her. The only things Sam knew about her were that she was a nurse and she cared so much about her patients that she traveled all over the world, taking care of individuals but also helping out in hospitals that were understaffed.

Your mom was amazing, you were so kind and caring, and Sam was the daughter of a serial killer. She didn’t know why she wanted the approval of your mother, but she did. It was stupid, she knew if anyone needed to worry about your mom liking them it was Tara and she already had that covered. Sam couldn’t help but think that when your mom met her, she’d see just exactly how screwed up she was, how messy her life was, and she’d forbid you from coming to their apartment and seeing Tara, that she’d ruin her sister’s relationship all because she wasn’t good enough.

Sam went straight home after work. She didn’t waste time as she threw her dirty work clothes in the hamper and jumped in the shower. She needed to make a good impression on your mother and that meant not smelling like the fast food from work. When she was satisfied with her cleanliness she jumped out of the shower and got dressed, choosing some simple jeans and a t-shirt. It was just dinner at your house and Sam didn’t want it to be obvious she was trying to make a good impression. She also needed to look like a grown-up because she was meeting your mother, she needed to come off like someone who was an adult and capable of looking after her sister, even if Tara was twenty years old now.

“Ready?” Tara asked as she came out of her room.

“As I’ll ever be,” Sam mumbled.

“Nervous?” Sam didn’t answer, she just kept fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Don’t be,” Tara rolled her eyes. “Her mom has been interested in meeting you since I first met her. She’s the nicest person in the world and has no judgements of you or your past.”

“Then why didn’t you want me to meet her?” Sam closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She knew it was a stupid question, but it was quite obvious the night before that Tara didn’t want to ask her.

“I want you to meet her. I was just scared to ask.”

“Why?”

Tara shrugged. “I know how you are; I was worried you’d freak out.”

Sam let out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Come on,” Tara gently slapped Sam on the shoulder.

Sam and Tara made their way to the subway, taking the stop closest to your neighborhood. They walked the rest of the way. Sam shoved her hands in her pocks as your house came into view. She hadn’t been to your house since the night of the attack, when she and Tara found you. She had to admit the house was very nice, she didn’t remember much from her visit the first time because she had different priorities, but she noticed you had a different front door.

It wasn’t even a second after Tara knocked that you were opening the door. “Glad you decided to use the front door this time,” you greeted, smiling at Tara.

“Shut up,” she mumbled, not waiting for you to invite them in before she was pushing past you.

Sam stood on your porch; her hands shoved in her pockets as she shook her head at her sister. “Thank you for coming,” you said, looking at Sam. You stepped aside and gestured for her to enter.

Once again when she stepped into your house she looked around, getting a good look at everything for the first time. Nothing was broken anymore; you did a good job replacing everything.

“Is that them?” a feminine voice called out from another room.

“Yeah!” you called back.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Bring them here.”

You let out a shaky breath as you turned to Sam. “Don’t let her intimidate you,” you said. “She already admires you for taking care of Tara.”

Sam gave a shy smile at that as she followed you into the kitchen. Tara had gone ahead and was already sitting at the kitchen island talking to your mother. Your mom was hunched over pulling a lasagna out of the oven.

“You must be Tara’s sister,” your mom said, smiling at Sam. She took the tray of lasagna and sat it in the middle of the dining room table.

“Hi,” Sam said, giving an awkward wave. “Yeah, I’m Sam,” she held out her hand for your mother.

Your mom slipped off her oven mitts and happily shook Sam’s hand, introducing herself as well. “I hope you like lasagna.”

“Yeah,” Sam looked around at the table already set with four plates and four things of silverware. “It smells delicious.”

“Thank you. Now, sit, sit,” she gestured to the table. Sam, you, and Tara all pulled out a chair around the table as your mom came back with glasses and a pitcher of water.

Everyone scooped out some lasagna and were a few minutes into eating without anyone directly talking to Sam. She couldn’t lie, she appreciated that she wasn’t being bombarded with questions yet and your mom didn’t seem to hate her upon arrival, so it was already going better than she imagined. Tara was busy filling the silence, rambling to your mother about everything new in her life that’s happened while your mom has been away. Sam couldn’t help but smile at seeing how comfortable Tara was around your mother.

“So, Sam,” your mother said, breaking Sam out of her thoughts. Sam’s entire body became tense as she looked up to see your moms’ eyes already on her. “Any advice on dealing with Tara?”

Sam couldn’t help but crack a smile at the way Tara’s mouth dropped open. “Traitor,” she heard her sister mumble.

Sam shook her head. “I was actually hoping you’d have some tips.”

Your mom shook her head. “I didn’t even know about their secret relationship,” she gestured between you and Tara with a fork. “Until this one,” she pointed at Tara. “Fell out of my tree.”

Sam silently laughed at the way her sister crossed her arms and began pouting. “You still learned about their relationship before me,” Sam raised her hands in surrender.

Your mom let out a hum. “Tara’s a good kid.” Tara stopped pouting, smiling widely at your mother. “Though she still sneaks in when she thinks I don’t notice.” Tara’s mouth once again fell open.

“I never caught them, but it seems Y/N has stopped sneaking into the apartment,” Sam glanced at you out of the side of her eye.

“Sneaking up the fire escape is too much work,” you said with a shrug as you went back to your lasagna.

“Speaking of my daughter,” your mom said, glancing at you out of the side of her eye. You looked up, mouth full of lasagna, looking at her like a confused puppy. Your mom just gave you a loving eye roll before looking back at Sam. “I wanted to thank you.”

Sam furrowed her brow. She had never had a parent thank her before, she definitely never expected it from your mother. She didn’t know why your mom would possibly thank her; she was the reason you got attacked. If anything, your mom should be yelling and screaming at her, possibly getting a restraining order to be extra safe. She definitely shouldn’t be thanking her though, Sam didn’t do anything, she only brought pain into your life.

“Thank me?” Sam asked. “For what?”

“Taking care of her,” your mom said. “She didn’t tell me anything about what happened until much later,” she shot you a disapproving look. You instantly dropped your eyes down to your plate. Sam remembered you saying you were scared to tell your mom. Sam could tell your mom wasn’t mad at you though, she never was, she was just scared for you. “So, thank you for being there.”

Sam opened her mouth, but no words came out, she was truly at a loss for words. “I mean, I’d argue I took care of her the most,” Tara said. Sam might have been at a loss for words but clearly her sister wasn’t. “I carried her stuff, I took notes for her, I helped her up the steps, I made sure she took her medicine, I helped make sure she got enough sleep, I…” Tara trailed off when she realized everyone was staring at her.

Sam was shaking her head, giving her an amused look, Tara really didn’t know when to shut up sometimes, your mom was looking at her with love, Sam knew your mom was grateful for all Tara did, she wouldn’t be surprised if your mom had already thanked Tara for all that. Then there was you, openly glaring at Tara. “I love you?” Tara smiled at you innocently, but you just rolled your eyes.

“Anyway,” your mom said. “Thank you.”

“It was nothing,” Sam said, shaking her head. “I’m glad I could help.”

“As you probably know, I’m out of town quite a bit.” Sam nodded, not quite sure where your mom was going to go with that. “I was wondering if it would be okay if you looked out for that one,” she nodded towards you. “Make sure she’s alright, let her stay with you occasionally?”

“Wait what?” You asked.

“Of course,” Sam said.

“Yay!” Tara squealed, happily clapping her hands. Sam gave her sister a side glance, she might make a rule about Tara sleeping on the couch just to spite her sister.

 “I don’t need a babysitter,” you said, trying to reason with your mom.

“You almost died last time,” your mother said.

You rolled your eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “One time out of like a hundred.”

“Once was enough.”

“But-”

Sam smiled to herself as you and your mother continued to go back and forth. Sam was sure things wouldn’t change too much; you were over at their apartment like every weekend already. When you weren’t at the apartment odds were Tara was at your house, it wasn’t like you were ever alone for very long. If it gave your mom peace of mind then Sam didn’t mind checking up on you occasionally or allowing you to stay at the apartment, not that she was ever against it before.

Sam relaxed in her chair, continuing to eat the delicious lasagna your mom made. Listening to you argue with your mom was like when Sam would argue with Tara, though you conceded eventually, Tara usually never relented. The rest of the night Sam enjoyed casual conversation, getting to know your mom a bit more and answering any questions she asked. She was surprised but happy your mom never asked about her and Tara’s mother or about her father, she appreciated it. Sam was pleasantly surprised how well dinner went and when your mom mentioned getting together again next time she was in town, Sam didn’t hesitate too quickly agreeing.

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[bixels]

While I do think anon was rude, I do think it's pretty shitty to set up all this stuff you were going to add the au and then just drop it. It's disappointing. Definitely unfollowing.

Bye.

[3ggling]

Is… is there an option to fully support ‘platonic relationships can and should absolutely be just as meaningful as romantic ones’ and ‘there’s a good chance the subtext wasn’t even intentional or maybe was never there at all’ and ‘they made the heartbreak tweet and named one of the songs Lokius and put thematic parallels and at this point are probably doing this on purpose’ and ‘it really shouldn’t matter who Loki ends up with because it’s not meant to be a romance, it’s meant to be about him as a person’ and ‘personally I would really like Loki and Mobius to end up together because I think they’re cute and very compatible’ and ‘I like Sylki but I think Disney is doing it wrong’ and ‘fucking hell Disney give us some decent homosexuals already’? My head hurts.