#Fresh thread

[reddrakebird]

Daily Grind

Timothy woke up before Kon-El, the first to have happened since they started sleeping in the same bed together. He lingered for as long as he could, watching the beautiful Kryptonian in his bed. It took everything in him to get up and go take a shower. His hair was combed nicely, and jeans and a hood were pulled on before his book bag was slung over that one shoulder as he moved to the bed. Leaning over, he kissed Kon-El softly, mumbling he was heading to class and would be back soon. "I love you." was said against that mouth, wanting that to be the last words he ever said to Kon.

Classes went by too slowly, his brain still in vacation mode, and the coffee kicked in well into the afternoon. When he stopped by Wayne Biotech, he used the service entrances to see Lucius and grab two new suits, explaining that the accident had torn the suit to shreds. Lucius held a questionable look but did not press. He gave Timothy an item to give to Richard, which was his next stop, so they could work out schedules.

When he stopped to get dinner for the night and came home, it was nearly five in the evening. When he closed the door, he heard a strange sound, as if someone was rustling a bag, searching for something. When he entered the kitchen, he found the cause of the noise. The Kryptonian white dog was digging into the trash can. "Krypto!" he scolded; the dog floated into the air, paws running as if it helped him move as he went toward Timothy. "No, hey. Pause."

The bags were placed on the floor fast, ridiculously the safest place for them with a big lap dog floating towards him at a quickened speed. Paws went to his chest, the growl turning into yaps as he slammed Timothy into the wall behind him. "Heel!" The dog tapped up at him more before shoving his nose into Timothy's chest, large nostrils inhaling before barking excitedly and floating around the apartment.

"Kon!?" He yelled, going to the kitchen to clean up the mess before washing his hands and putting the food on the counter. He did not get anything for Krypto but would have to remember to get things for the future so he would not go through the trash! "Kon?"

A glance was given in the bedroom, but he was not in bed still. Timothy went to the living space where the TV was on, but the volume lowered. He found a half-smoked cigarette that was still warm but was put out in one of the disposable cup by the sofa. Eyes went to Krypto, who was scratching himself while floating in the air. "Where did he go?" As he reached for the remote, his eyes went to the news on there, seeing that there was an invasion happening live in Japan. "Shit. I found him." Or he assumed that was where Kon-El had gone.

Standing in the living room, he turned the volume up to watch, wondering if Superman or Jon were also there since Krypto was here. "Why are you not there helping?" he teased, the dog seemingly either hating the humor or liking it when he barked at him nearly at eye level.

Hoodie was removed as he watched, hair messy and getting longer day by day as he kept putting off cutting it. His eyes turned back to the screen, waiting to see if he could catch a glimpse of anything flying quickly on the screen.

@prettysuper

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

Apart Meant [Raisa/Quinton]

[ Previously On ] [ text - Dare Devil 👿 ]: I'm up. [ text - Dare Devil 👿 ]: (address) [ text - Dare Devil 👿 ]: if you're up, meet me here?

Raisa got dressed in a tight emerald dress, black sheer tights, heels, and a black leather jacket. She stuffed spare clothes and her toiletries bag in an oversized purse, then took the subway instead of her car to meet Quinton in front of the apartment building.

@aquamanandfriends

[pastaxandria]

The Red Thread: Chapter 159

The Library of Pastaxandria has recorded for its archives: Chapter 159 of The Red Thread.

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

Those cases wound up eating away most of your day, which was just fine with you since what you had planned would work best beneath the cover of night. By the time you sent off the last of your photos to Donovan, the brilliant, scorching sunshine of a late summer day had begun to recede, giving way to the growing softness of quiet twilight, the dampness in the air softening the glare of the streetlights into a hazy, eerie glow. A perfect night for a break-in in Queens, if you did say so yourself. Or: in which you put your skills in disguise to good use, Matt is worried, and you zero in on the key to tracking down Derek, and from there: Anthony, your old handler.

Wordcount: 7.3k

Warnings for this chapter: mention of drugs

Read me on AO3 where the penguins are

That's right, we're back, baby!

Matt over here like 'it's about time, now get to the part where i marry her'

[abitofboth]

[tealeavesandthorns]

@dontcxckitup liked the thing and gets a starter

"That, most certainly does not belong there." Maria's tone was frustrated as she looked down at the pile of messy papers on top of the box.

"Oh for goodness sake-" She shuffled the papers, all things she'd pulled out for Bond about a few days ago. She'd been wondering what he'd done with them and had hoped he'd returned them. "I'm going to murder him, very slowly and very painfully when he gets back from whatever island he's on." She muttered to herself before a noise at the end of the shelves caught her attention.

A sheepish look crossed her face when she realised it was M and he might have seen her losing her temper.

[sleg48]

The Screaming Gophers’ Twitter Threads

[jonathanbyersphd]

What being in the presence of Nancy Wheeler will do to a man

[littlewrensx]

@ofmymanymuses

They hadn't seen or spoken to each other since that night. Wren was still trying to wrap her brain around it, honestly. They had always hated each other, couldn't stand being around each other. And then they literally fucked in her bakery for hours. It was well into the night when she finally went home, her body completely spent and tired from him. But now it had been over a week since then and she was trying to forget about it. Showing up to her door, she was surprised to see Bennett waiting for her. "Hi?" She furrowed her brows. "What are you doing here?"

[ghostoffuturespast]

Road Rage

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

Getting Gone [Raisa]

"Look, my car is dead. Again. Can you help me jump it, or give me a ride, or should I start walking now?" She was tired and eager to get gone. It took all of five minutes for vultures to start with their pointless flirting.

[dovesylvester]

So, I finally started watching This Is Us while trying to get everything ready for back to school, and I swear, this show is so much more distracting than I anticipated! I keep finding myself caught up in the drama and forgetting what I was doing. The emotional roller coaster is real. I’m almost done with the first season, and I’m definitely going to need a break from all the tears and tissues before I can tackle my to-do list. Anyone have some recs for me that maybe won't be so distracting? I know I have time still, but at this rate, I'll still be prepping on the first day!

[zeb-z]

Cellbit trying so hard to stay level headed and rational and keep shit together, but when Hombre Misterioso comes in with some fuck shit, and he’s not sure if he’s only hearing him inside his head, his response is basically ‘I can and I will out crazy you without hesitation’. He’s like I have done fucked up shit before and I will do it again if you give me an excuse I swear to god. He’s like I’m level headed and reasonable right now with rigid self control, but if you give me a single reason I will kill us both

[staticrevelations]

the early vibes of c2 were so nice they literally got out of prison and were just like "well shit where should we go" and basically picked a spot on the map and headed somewhere just for the hell of it and stuck together cuz they had nowhere better to be

[silverseraphina]

Thread painting of a pear.

[imitor]

anyways hi again :)

[midnightactual]

Continuing with @wxtchpilot:

A slight smirk graced Yoruichi's lips at Miorine's lack of any visible reaction to Suletta's term for her. It'd even felt odd to say, honestly. Was Miorine that used to it then? Still, it had disappeared by the time she got close, replaced by a pleasant smile which veiled the slightest twinge of irritation and a much greater dose of amusement. The cheek of this girl... even for being the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the Solar System, it was something.

"Even so, I'll accompany you," she suggested, gesturing the way the student had been going as though to save Miorine some time. Were that accepted, she'd follow along at an easy pace. Depending, only once they'd gotten away from others or the crowd had thinned out some more did she voice: "I have to say, your efforts with GUND-ARM, Inc. seem to be proceeding well. It's impressive. Your budget must be quite something."