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[emacrow]

Constantine is noping this situation, you can't make hi-..ah fucking damn it

John was already paled when Kronos got revived, but seeing the eyes scalding blinding Fear of God staring into your very soul and judgment every inch power that was in that godlinng babe was enough for him to started drinking his emergency booze.

He is not dealing with Greek Gods bullshits, especially if that what he puzzling in the pieces together Then Kronos's story was becoming twisted all together. Nope, he isn't. Batman can bribe him all he wants. He is fucking leaving now!!

Fucking with THAT right there especially with the contract he still owed Kronos for, he rather suffered the complete obliteration of his soul being torn to shreds once he dies then have that god find him. He is escaping of here before She even noticed that he is Here with her ol time relic still in his pocket.

Before he can even get one step in the portal ready, he already felt his chest tightening as if his entire chest was being squeezed like a kid's teething toy.

Fucking dammit, he should've left right when Kronos was still having that psychic backlash, he knew he should've trusted his gut, fucking time Goddess and her all knowing of when and where.

Part 6 << >> Offical Quiz that Decision the Fate of this continuing fic >>> Fic Released

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[donothello]

My obsession with him is something unhealthy.

[crispy-art-on-fire]

I got this comment on chapter 4 of Calculated Love and I was so delighted by it it's so so perfect.

[Credit for it goes to @fragmented_ghost ]

[rosetterer]

after by rosetterer

Sorry, I couldn't get the sickfic done by thursday so you get this instead :) There are possible spoilers in this little ficlet aka (redacted) (redacts) and this is the aftermath of that. Just a whole bunch of bucktommy hurt/comfort.

The soot and sweat from Evan's hair dripped down his body along with the warm water and down the drain. Tommy focused on scrubbing his scalp with his fingertips, applying just the amount of pressure he knew Evan liked.

After he’d gotten him home, Evan had left the door open, and Tommy hadn’t been sure if it had been an invitation. He’d stood outside the door while Evan had stood still in the living room, both of them just waiting. It had only been when Evan had asked him if he was leaving that Tommy had figured out that no. No, he wasn’t. He couldn’t.

He’d tried to keep his distance while still being there for Evan. Didn’t want to take advantage or to make Evan even feel like that was what he was doing.

But it had been Evan, who hadn’t been able to bring himself to even take his clothes off to take a shower. Who had agreed to let Tommy help him. Who had quietly, with teary eyes, begged Tommy to join him.

So he had.

This was something they used to do all the time, whenever they could. While the shower was far too small for two big men like them, they couldn’t help but want to be close to one another  –then and now.

The conditioner Tommy had bought for Evan for his curls was running out, but the fact that Evan had kept the bottle even after their break-up and the hook-up did make Tommy’s heart do a little skip. It meant something.

He shook the bottle until what was left of the product fell onto his hand and continued his hair-washing project, which had at least seemed to calm Evan down physically. He was no longer shivering and shaking like his own skeleton was trying to escape from him. His mind, though, Tommy knew, must have still been an outright mess.

And it would continue to be like that for a while. Grief would first be there in every waking moment, digging into every part of him, making sure that he wouldn’t forget.

Eventually, one day, it wouldn’t be like that. Tommy knew that.

”Alright, here we go,” Tommy said, keeping his voice low as he rinsed the conditioner out of Evan’s hair, the scent of raspberry flooding the entire bathroom.

Evan still didn't move. Once he was sure that there was no product left hidden in the curls, Tommy brought his hands down to Evan's neck, rubbing his fingertips there for a moment before moving down to his shoulders. He rubbed gently, not wanting to cause him any more pain and watched as Evan's shoulders eventually dropped.

”That’s good, Evan,” he found himself whispering. ”You ready to get out?”

Evan nodded slowly but continued to stand still.

”I’ve got you,” Tommy promised him one more time and fought against the urge to press a kiss onto Evan’s shoulder, the way that he used to do at the end of every shower they shared in the past.

He turned off the shower and stepped out before holding his hands out to Evan, who took hold of them immediately. He helped him to step out as well and quickly wrapped a towel around his shoulders so that he wouldn’t begin to shiver again.

”I’ve got some clean clothes for you right here,” Tommy told him.

Right next to the toilet, on the floor, Tommy had thrown his own clothes before the shower, and he couldn’t help but notice that Evan was staring in the direction of the hoodie he’d had on.

”Evan, sweetheart, it’s not clean,” Tommy told him gently, brushing his fingers through Evan’s wet hair.

”Please,” Evan whispered.

The smallest of smiles spread on Tommy’s lips. His hand dropped down from Evan’s hair to cup his cheek.

”Okay, alright,” he said and grabbed his hoodie from the floor. ”You’ve got it.”

He watched Evan put it on and handed him some boxers and a pair of sweatpants. He’d completely forgotten to grab some socks. And some clothes for himself. He really wasn’t feeling like wearing the pair of jeans he’d worn before.

”I’ll get you some socks. I’ll be right back,” Tommy said. ”Sit down, Ev. I don’t want you to fall over.”

He only got a small reply from Evan, who moved in the direction of the toilet with his sweatpants in his hands. The boxers were on but the waistband of them was folded in an odd way. Tommy wanted to reach out and straighten it out.

He didn’t and instead, stepped out of the room.

He grabbed himself a pair of Evan's sweatpants, the ones he'd worn a few times before because they were slightly looser around the thighs, and put them on. He also took the thickest pair of socks that he found because he knew better than anyone that Evan's feet were always freezing cold.

”Here we go,” he said as he came back into the bathroom, only to find Evan still sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, the sweatpants in one hand, while his other hand was over his eyes as he cried softly into it.

"Hey, hey," Tommy said, placing down the socks he'd brought with him and kneeling in front of Evan. "Sweetheart."

”I can’t do this, Tommy,” he whispered.

His cheeks were still flushed from the hours of heat and tears. The warm water of the shower and the current tears falling down his cheeks weren’t helping the pink, raw hue of his skin.

"Let me help you," Tommy replied because he wasn't sure what else to say.

He took the sweatpants from Evan’s hands and put them on for him, letting them pool around his ankles. With some struggle, he managed to get the socks on his feet as well.

”I know it won’t fix everything… or anything,” Tommy began carefully. ”But I think you should get some rest. You must be feeling sore, baby.”

”I’m…” Evan started, his voice quivering. ”I’m so tired.”

”I know, sweetheart, I know,” Tommy told him, rubbing his thumb across Evan’s cheekbone. ”Let’s get you to bed.”

Before he could even do anything, Evan stood up, put his sweatpants on, and wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck, tucking himself as close as he could, almost as if he was trying to bury himself into him.

”Alright, I’ve got you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around Evan. ”I’ve got you, Ev. I’m right here.”

Evan sniffled against his neck, his breathing calming down once more and Tommy held onto him even tighter, eventually leading him out of the bathroom. Evan moved a little softer, not as robotic as before and he sat down on the edge of his bed.

Tommy placed his hand on the back of Evan’s head, rubbing at his hair there.

”You must be starving. Let me go make you something,” Tommy told him.

”I’m not hungry,” Evan mumbled out quickly, staring up at him.

Tommy sighed, ”I think it’d be good for you to eat something. At least a smoothie or-”

”Please, Tommy,” Evan said, sounding exhausted. ”I’m not hungry.”

”Okay. Okay, sorry,” Tommy told him. ”How about a bottle of water then?”

”I just… I just…”

And then his lower lip quivered again, and his eyes filled up with tears. Tommy immediately brushed away the ones that managed to fall down his cheeks with his thumbs. He squatted down in front of him.

”Take a breath, sweetheart.”

Evan did as he was told, gasping in lungfuls of air like he'd been deprived of it.

”I don’t think I can…” He tried again. ”I don’t want you to leave.”

"Oh, Ev…" Tommy breathed out, unable to stop himself now, and pressed a kiss on Evan's forehead, letting his lips linger. "Come here."

He helped Evan up on the bed and climbed right next to him, his arms open. Evan snuggled into him immediately, just like he used to do when they were together. His face was warm as he pressed it into Tommy’s neck again, and Tommy held on.

”I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered into Evan’s hair and kissed the top of his head.

”Promise?” Evan whispered.

Tommy nodded, rubbing his cheek against the drying curls.

”I promise.”

[phantomrose96]

Racism in the international news subreddits is so next level. I'll see a headline that's like "People A are now required to display their whole names in the presence of People B. Members of People A are losing their jobs over this." And the top comment will be like "Dumb ignorant racist Americans will see this headline and think it's discrimination 🙄. If you bothered to google even a LITTLE about this you'd learn it's because People A perform unclean and dirty and backwards practices (there was literally a video one time) and People B are JUST trying to make sure they can avoid becoming tainted by filth."

[xitsensunmoon]

Limited colour palette palooza magma bhtf moon I love him but I almost died because of lags lmao

[purble-turble]

Here we go! Red Son is finally back in his own timeline, but just as Macaque said last time, his suffering is only beginning... this time we're focusing on what a bad time someone else is having, though

[alienoresimagines-archive]

Those drunk confessions are so good for clegan. What do you think of #17?

Hiii, I hope you're well <3 It's been SO long but here it is, finally, 8.9k words of Buck and Bucky yearning for each other :)

Clegan Masterlist

17 : "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" "You’re not doing anything." "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?" by @creativepromptsforwriting here

Are there some aces up your sleeve? (Have you no idea that you're in deep?) | Buck x Bucky (Link to AO3)

“You’re so pretty, Buck.” John’s gaze flicks up and down his face before his face softens in a way that has Gale’s knees weak and his heart kicking up. One of John’s hands comes up to his face, slow like John’s expecting him to bolt but he stays frozen in place. His breathing is ragged, and he might be on fire but then the tip of John’s forefinger gently traces a line on his cheekbone, where Gale knows his skin is dotted with beauty marks he’s never paid much attention to before this moment. They seem like the most important thing now, and something twirls in his stomach as Gale struggles to keep his gaze on John’s face without flushing bright red. John giggles gently then, his voice breathy with what can only be wonder. “You even got stars lovin’ you.” Or A night out featuring an arrogant lieutenant and a drunk Bucky might just shift Gale and John's friendship forever.

Snippet under the cut ;)

For someone for whom anger has always been the greatest fear, Gale should not feel so warm at the evidence of John being so angry on his behalf but he can’t help it. As he rises to his feet, John looks up at him with a frown etched on his face, blue eyes sharp and worried. Not reaching out to soothe the lines on his forehead with his fingers is a battle Gale worries he’ll lose, so he squeezes John’s shoulder instead as he shimmies over him out of the booth. Before he can leave though, John reaches out to loosely hold his wrist, eyebrows pinched together as his eyes flicker all over Gale’s face, drunkenness seemingly forgotten. 

“Buck, you sure about this? I’ll punch the bastard, you don’t-”

“It’s fine, Bucky. I’ve been sittin’ in this booth for so long anyway, I was starting to get restless.” John still doesn’t look convinced, halfway to a full standing position.

“Besides,” Gale grins again, feeling the wild thump of his heart and the adrenaline already flowing through his veins, “I’ve had a very good baseball teacher, and his honor being sullied just won’t do.” 

John blinks, eyes wide and searching, and Gale feels too exposed, like a dog presenting its belly. But then, just as his palms start to sweat and his shoulders tense, John makes a sound caught between a laugh and a scoff.

“You fell asleep the only time I tried teaching you the rules.” John’s mouth quirks in a soft smile, and embarrassment creeps up his neck but Gale can’t bring himself to care, not when his chest feels so light he could be floating under John’s undivided attention.

“I did not.”

John raises an eyebrow teasingly and a genuine smile pulls at Gale’s lips. 

“It’d been a long week.” He protests half-heartedly, though he’s well aware his slumber at that time had more to do with how John had felt so warm and safe next to him. Gale hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep until he’d woken up with his head on John’s shoulder as the other desperately and valiantly tried to keep still.

You can find the rest here and my other Clegan fics here ! ❤️

[emacrow]

Kronos, Agent A, and bites marks

Kronos looked a bit skittish and dejected after the sixth Doctor nearly got iced by her baby after he made an unfortunate choice of mumbling words which lead to Batman calling in a favor from the Wayne's to bring in a good doctor that actually can get near both the ancient beings long enough to give a diagnosis.

Incoming Agent A, who was calmly explained the situation as he walked slowly into the containment. Kronos look at him for a moment before a bit of realization flickered in his eyes, as she murmur something.

Batman and the other heroes watches behind the hidden camera screen office, watching as Alfred check Kronos's temperature, painless blood drawn, checking her heart and breathing and gave a clear full body examination to a couple heroes were shocked to see a long horrifyingly yet old looking scar on her stomach area that look like someone dragged something sharp and was stretched a bit wide.

That gave one point to Diana theory of Kronos story being warped dramatically, but the fact of that Zeus did cut opened Kronos's stomach to pull out his siblings pin true.

A couple of more minutes past with alfred carefully examination the baby boy who was a bit squirmish while alfred did a couple of comments obviously praising Kronos whom face flushed a rather colorful red blush turning her head a bit. Alfred did asked and provides Kronos and Her baby much better comfortable Maternal and baby clothes then what they were currently wearing.

By the time alfred came out of the containment cell, alfred's soft gentleman look shifted a bit, before speaking after handing the vials of swirling golden glowing blood.

"Both madam and the child are well, a bit underweight, Ms. Kronos will need headache relief medicine, both her and the child is in need of a very light seasoned meal and drinks to not overwhelmed their senses in which I'll be providing." Alfred told then after handing the written documents forms of the examination. Batman could only grunt a bit, considering he trying not to look back at Alfred's glance considering his armored wrist had a tiny bite marks that actually dented the armor with indents.

"Ms. Kronos did asked what and where is this place as I asked what was the last thing she recalled was falling from Olympic while trying to hide her child but as she spoke, it seem to cause her abdominal pain that seem to be PTSD related." Alfred said to which batman nod knowing that Alfred would never lied to him.

Part 3 << >> Part 5

[itsdefinitely]

Could you maybe put Blinky in this?

going straight to his social media

[incessantlark]

god's gone? damn. how about a roadtrip just to make sure?

[weirdghostcat]

Yes, it's heavily inspired by that one shadow-cat meme.

Dunno what to draw, so here's another piece I abandoned in my drafts.

[userslayer]

man, I just read the most life altering spuffy fic ever. its dark and erotic, and I can only describe it as a dark fairy tale of devotion and death

i just really love how spuffy allows writers to really go in depth about death, torture and love. true to a vampire's experience of love where everything is mixed up.

[pizzazz-party]

Day four! You know I had to do it to him.

[superm4ks]