#I hope someone likes it

[jubshead]

3k words and they just kissed, god I used to have a problem with word count, now it has become too much

[cookeybg]

Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Before we get to the story I have a few words to say...

First of all, Hello!

Not sure if this will reach anyone, but I had an itch to write, so I did. I almost never post anything. I have reposted a couple things but I'm mostly a lurker and enjoy others creativity and thoughts, I like to think of myself as a cat with few brain cells.

Anyways, I read a manga YEARS ago and enjoyed it greatly and thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be funny/interesting if Jon and Damian were stuck in this situation?" Let's see if anyone eventually gets what manga I was reminiscing.

Now, this is the first time I've ever posted anything I've written and I am not confident AT ALL if this is going to be any good, but I really hope someone out there enjoys reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it...Also not sure if I should post it on Ao3???

Well enough of my ramblings on to the story.

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Part 1 - Chapter 1

Jon placed his lunch tray next to Kathys’ as he discreetly looked around the lunch room trying to catch a glimpse of his crush. He had only briefly seen him at the mall during summer break and in a panic hid from him behind a rack of clothes. He had regretted not saying hello and had daydreams of himself going up to him, all cool and complementing the brown eyed boy’s pink fluffy hair and then asking him out to watch a movie at the mall theater. Sadly, the daydreams would come crashing down when he remembered his mother placing shirts in front of him and trying to measure him up before heading into the dressing room. It’s not that he was embarrassed of his mom its just, he was wearing sweats and an old hoodie since none of his clothes fit him anymore due to his growth spurt and, well, his mom could be a bit much, sometimes. Throughout the whole shopping trip when she would meet an acquaintance or friend she kept gushing about how quick kids grew and how she wished they would just stop sometimes. Jon would have to bury himself if anyone from school had been exposed to that.

“Looking for Jay?” Kathy asked. Jon looked at Kathy like a deer caught in the headlights and immediately turned red. He sat down abruptly causing his tray to nearly tip unto him. He scrambled to right his milk carton before it fell. Once settled, he sighed and mumbled, “That obvious?” Kathy smirked and bit into her carrot stick making a loud snap. Jon squirmed while opening his milk carton, he took a big swing, pointedly ignoring Kathy’s stare. “Why don’t you just confess?” Kathy asked. “Confess?” Jon spluttered, “He doesn’t even know I exist!” “Jon, you two were in the same history class last year. He knows who you are.” “Yeah. But we never talked.” “Then, how about you talk to him?” That would be so awkward…” Jon bit into his chicken strip. Kathy rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. Jon smirked and leaned in conspiratorially, “But I have a plan.” “And that is?” “I’m joining the journalism club.” “What!” Kathy yelled in surprise and then moderated her voice when some people who she startled glared at her, “ I thought you were going to join the baseball team this year, since, you know, your not in a cast anymore.” “The doctor has given the all clear and physical therapy is all done. The doctor was very impressed with how quickly I healed.” “Will they even let you do both clubs?” “Yep, I asked!” Their conversation was cut short when a murmur spread through the cafeteria like a wave. The main players of the baseball team stepped through the open double doors, all nine wearing their letterman jackets. In the lead was the most popular guy in school, Damian Wayne. Whose father was nicknamed the Prince of Gotham. Who in turn married an actual princess from some far off land, giving Damian actual royal blood. Girls wanted him and guys wanted to be him, but from what Jon had heard, guys wanted him too. Damian’s bright green eyes stood out against his brown skin, his gold earring glinted under the florescent light. He scanned the cafeteria with what looked like a sense of boredom. Colin, Jon called him Damian’s second in command, had one arm casually draped around Damian’s shoulders gesticulating wildly with his free hand. The group laughed at whatever the Colin said, but Damian only smiled as he started walking towards their unofficial table. Colin and the rest of the group broke off shoving and cracking jokes at each other while making line to pick up food. Kathy whistled beside Jon, “Now he’s someone who doesn’t know you exist.” “He looks and probably is, conceited.” Jon said offhandedly. “Look at him, he has reason to be.” “Doesn’t mean it’s cool.” “Doesn’t mean he’s not hot.” Jon turned to look at Kathy, but she wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead she was looking in Damian’s direction. Jon looked around and noticed that many were doing the same. He dragged his eyes back to look at Damian. The dude sat straight backed, elegantly eating his homemade meal from some fancy lunch bag that was probably more expensive than anything Jon owned, and scrolling on his phone completely ignoring the many eyes staring at him. Colin returned with the rest of the group nudging Damian and dropping his lunch tray with a loud smack, receiving an unimpressed glare in return. Colin smiled and placed a fruit cup in front of Damian. Jon personally didn’t get the allure. The couple of times he had seen Damian interact with others it was usually acerbic. Somehow that did not lessen his popularity and it left Jon dumbfounded. I good person should be good to others and being polite was a given, his Grandma said so and she was never wrong. Jon shrugged and went back to eating his school lunch. The rest could keep Damian he very much preferred Jay.

I hope you enjoyed it! Will post more soon, hopefully.

[xmymelosmile]

While I was watching a film, I got an idea for Isward angst/fluff.

if I go exactly based on the film, it's suppose to be Edward cheating on Isaac but I had enough angst from the movie itself so I made it into fluff.

ahem

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It's been 2 weeks since Isaac and Edward got together. They had few fights but nothing serious, mostly abt Isaac's routines.

They have a pretty good going relationship for now. Until Isaac and Chris got in a little fight, ( He tried sharing how he felt about Chris being with Nevin since Error suggested that it would be good to tell him what he feels towards the whole thing ) and Drew wasn't at school today.

After this whole thing, Isaac had to deal with Edward's fan girls. Ink tried ignoring them at first since his day wasn't going well anyway. One of the girls said "Do you really think Edward loves you? You are just another one of his partners!"

That made Isaac snaps because it went too far. "DONT you dare calling me that!" he pushed the girl so he can get out of there ASAP.

The artist went to Edward, who was talking with his cronies "Hey knife nerd!" Cody greeted him. Isaac just cling his fingers into Edward's hand which made him confused but held it back anyway.

After few seconds he recognized the sign Isaac was giving him "Hey uh, me and Isaac are going to be late for the next class, so we will go." and like that he excused himself from further conversations.

While they were walking, Edward turned his head to Isaac and asked. "Do you want to go somewhere more private?" It took few seconds to answer but Isaac nobbed.

Ed brought them to the lair and locked the door so no one could disturb them.

They sat on one of the bean bags and Ink snuggled into the taller embrace. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"I'm fine, I just want to spend some time with you..." Edward understood he didn't want to talk. Maybe guessed that the exchanging between him and Chris didn't end well. "Do you need something?"

He cling into him more and Isaac kissed him on the cheek which sent Edward in complete blush mess but he returned it soon after, on the lips. "No, just this."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

( they skipped the last class and went straight to Isaac's place to cuddle more. )

[wanderingmind867]

My Take on Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter):

Michael Jon Carter is from Edmonton. But I get really bogged down in backstory. So let me just stick to the relevant changes I'd make to the character for my interpretation:

Booster Gold starts as an anti-hero or villian. Deep in the hole with gambling debts and needing to save himself and his family from the criminals he's angered, Michael Jon Carter decides on an impulsive whim to steal a high tech power suit from a laboratory where he's working as an assistant. He decides to take on a persona as a superhero, both so that he can help people and also so that he can gain the public's trust and then have easy access to banks and stuff, so he can steal the money to get himself out of the hole.

He gets away with it for a while, but eventually he's caught in the act by the Blue Beetle (I'll think of a reason for him being in Edmonton later). Embarrassed and under intense pressure, Michael breaks down and tells Blue Beetle everything. About his gambling debt, about his family, about how he didn't mean for it to come to this, etc. And this is what leads to Booster Gold and Blue Beetle's friendship. Together, they break up the underground gambling ring and clear Booster's debt. Ted Kord even shares his secret identity with Booster and offers him a job working for Kord Industries, so that he can help provide for his family (and probably also so that he can be close to his new friend).

Despite Blue Beetle and Booster Gold having a bond, the press only reported on Booster Gold being a fake hero who faked being a hero to try and steal from the people. Nobody knows that Booster Gold actually helped take down the gambling ring, and certainly nobody knows about how he only did to protect his family. Everyone just thinks he's a selfish, show-boating menace.

Naturally, this makes it hard for Booster Gold to join the Justice League Canada. He only gets the spot on the team because Blue Beetle vouches for him, and even threatens to walk if booster isn't offered a spot on the team.

My last note on my interpretation of the character: Michael Jon Carter and Booster Gold might as well be two different people. Michael is shy, kind of lonely and very gentle. Booster is bold and full of bluster. He's everything Michael wanted to be, but never felt he could be. For him, Booster Gold is like a persona, a role he steps into. It's exhilarating to be able to speak his mind in a way he never felt he could before.

In fact, Booster Gold even has his own backstory (created by Michael) to really differentiate between his two identities. Michael Jon Carter is "a mild mannered security guard for Kord Industries". Booster Gold is "the man from the 30th Century"! Most people assume he's lying when he says he's from the future (a recurring joke is how offended Michael is whenever people say they don't believe it. He's mad because he put a lot of work into that story!).

The one thing that pretty much only Ted Kord knows is just how different the real Booster Gold is. While everyone thinks he's an arrogant show-off, he's actually a very nice man. He's quiet and shy in his normal life, but I bet nobody would believe you if you told them that.

[katashikat]

Welcome to the Carnival

A Carnival!Jax fanfic..

The main character is my OC.. a cat neko with blue eyes, black hair and neko features, named Katashi.. this fanfic is a self ship and may or may not get spicy later on.. I don’t take credit for Carnival!Jax or the idea, he belongs to his creator, but this fanfic was inspired by @an-albino-pinetree

“Chase you can’t be serious about this..” Kat protested as she watched her friend use a bolt cutter on the chains around the wire gate. The chains snapped and fell with a loud thud to the dirt below, the gate swinging open slightly at the lack of weight.

“And why not? You love adventure right?” Chase said flashing her a toothy smile, his blue cat neko features reflecting the light of the full moon above them.

“This place has been shut down for years and there must be a reason.” Kat said laying her ears back as Chase carefully stepped through the gate before turning to face her.

“Don’t be a scaredy cat, I’m sure there’s nothing in there except cool stuff to look at, now come on before the cops drive by.” Chase argued motioning towards the building behind them. Katashi looked around a moment before sighing in defeat and stepping through the gate. The two walked up to the decent sized building, it was an old movie theater that shut down from bankruptcy, at least that’s what they say. The building was boring even before it started deteriorating, the grey walls and brick covered with plants and poison Ivy wrapped itself around the poles surrounding the entrance. The lettering on the signs above the doors were missing random letters and for a second Katashi thought she saw the words “RUN” and “BLOOD”. But she shook away the thought as they approached the already cracked open door.

“Looks like someone made it here before us.” Chase mentioned as he pushed the door open. Katashi stood back as Chase went inside and the echo of his footsteps played back to her as he disappeared from sight.

“This place is lit!” Chase yelled out as he kept looking around the lobby.

Katashi laid her ears back as she slowly stepped inside the building, the old wooden floors creaking under her weight.

“Chase??” She called out into the darkness as she took slow and cautious steps into the lobby.

“Down here!” He called back from down a hallway. Katashi’s tail flicked with anxiety as she walked around the lobby, some of the shelves still held candy, the wrappers now covered with dust. One of the candy shelves was knocked to the floor, candy scattered across the floor with empty wrappers creating an unknown trail into the darkness. The counter was a mess with popcorn boxes and cups covering the floor, the old computers glitched, hinting that there was still some power in the building somewhere. The entire building was eerily quiet with the faint sound of static echoing down the hallways, the best Katashi could see was lighter patches of black mixed among the length of the room. As Katashi walked around she suddenly tripped over a knocked down fence barricade, which sent her to her hands and knees, catching her breath she looked down to see large paw prints sketched into the dusty floor, her heart stopped as the rapid steps covered the floor before seeming to head towards a specific hallway. The paw prints weren’t like that of a dog, but large with long strides between each one.

“Uh Chase..” Katashi called out as she slowly stood, dusting herself off. Getting no answer Katashi walked off in the direction of the prints, coming into a long dark hallway, striped wallpaper tearing from the walls, Katashi noticed streaks of red drawn onto the walls, which urged her to walk faster.

“Chase!” She called out as she turned to a doorway on her left, walking into what appeared to be the theatre room. Stairs lined each side of the room, seats filling most of the room while a white screen, giving off the faint static sound she had heard earlier sat in front. Katashi stared at the white movie screen, its brightness filling the room other than the shadowed corners in which dark curtains hung, hiding the back entrance of the screen. Katashi walked down the stairs as she looked around, her ears swiveling as she listened for Chase. Speaking felt like a sin in this room, as if your voice would be the tool to your death. Nearing the bottom of the stairs Katashi looked around, the static from the screen beginning to make her ears hurt. She hoped Chase was just playing a trick on her, but he knew the consequences of such an act. He still holds a scar on his arm from the last time he attempted one. Katashi searched all the seats hoping to find him waiting for her, but he was nowhere to be seen. Katashi walked up the set of stairs leading to the screen, gently grabbing ahold of the curtain and pulling it back slightly. Her pupils shrunk to pinpricks as fear caught hold of her. In the room behind the screen, stood Chase, his hands covered in blood as he clutched a wound on his side, he was backed up against the wall, his blue hair splattered with red while his clothes had tears. Chase pinned his ears back as he stared ahead of him, his legs clearly trembling with fear. Katashi was about to speak when a large figure came into view. As Katashi looked up at him she realized what made those paw prints. Grey, colorless fur, black pants, the sound of metal grinding, it froze Katashi in place as she fearfully watched, the sound of her heartbeat about to betray her. Once fully coming into view Katashi saw a tall rabbit man, his ears nearly scraping the ceiling of the room as he walked towards Chase, the metal sounds were chains that were locked around his neck, weighing his head down noticeably. His large rabbit paws took wide steps as his noodle-like arms held a bloody knife. His eyes were large, with black pupils that nearly filled the entire space, an unnaturally wide smile was spread across the rest of his face as he stepped up to Chase, raising his knife.

“STOP IT- PLEASE- LET ME GO-“ Chase cried as he pointlessly backed up against the wall. The rabbit only stared down at him with no emotion, other than the smile that seems to be permanently placed on his face. With a sudden tilt of his head the knife plunged into Chase, his chest resisting the knife only so much as the rabbit pushed it deeper, Chase gasped as blood spilled from his lips before his body slowly slid to the floor at the rabbits feet. The rabbit then whipped his head in Katashi’s direction causing her to scream and run. She scrambled to the stairs as the rabbit walked out from behind the curtain. Katashi leaped up the stairs as fast as her cat like flexibility would let her, but when looking behind her, the rabbit was sprinting on all fours, his long ears pinned back against his head as he reached the top of the stairs in half the time, he jumped in front of her and Katashi slid to the ground before pushing away from him, sending herself falling down the stairs. She hit the ground and groaned as the rabbit hopped down to her. Before she could try to stand the rabbit gripped her by a handful of her hair, lifting her off the ground. Katashi yowled in pain and squirmed to get out of his grasp but he simply slammed her head into the wall before dropping her, letting her unconscious body rest on the floor.

Katashi woke up to find herself in a large room, when attempting to move she realized her arms and legs were chained to the wall. Pinning her ears back in fear she looked around for the rabbit, who stood in front of her, his blank stare drilling holes into her. Katashi whined and backed up as she stared up at him, remembering what happened to Chase.

“W-who are you- what do you want-“ She cried attempting to back up against the tight hold of the chains.

“I want you..” He quietly spoke, his lips moving but his teeth remaining clenched together, his ears twitched occasionally, while the rest of his body stood stiff, the bloody knife he used to kill Chase still in his hand, now dripping with more blood than before. Katashi blinked away tears as she stared up at the rabbit, foolishly pulling at the chains as if they would suddenly free her. The rabbit stepped closer to her, his large paws making soft thuds against the cold concrete floor.

“I always wanted a pet..” The rabbit spoke more to himself than to her as he reached out towards her, his white glove brushing against her cheek as Katashi closed her eyes, turning away.

“Don’t worry kitty, it won’t hurt that bad.” He said raising his knife to her as his smile slowly grew in size. Gently he placed the knife against her cheek, it’s edge resting dangerously against her soft skin, Katashi closed her eyes as she prepared for her death, but only a slight cut was carved into her cheek. The rabbit pulled back, his pupils now pinpricks as he licked the blood off the knife, his smile still wide. Katashi stared up at him as blood dripped from her cheek onto the floor, her heart pounding enough to burst out of her chest. After the rabbit licked the blade clean of her blood, he stepped up to her, quickly gripping a handful of her black hair and lifting her up to him, the chains pulling back in protest. He lifted the knife to her throat and a low chuckle echoed through his clenched, blood-stained teeth. He traced the knife down her throat and chest before resting the edge against her stomach, Katashi gasped and sucked in her stomach, attempting to make room between her skin and the blade, the rabbits large eyes sparkled as he pushed the knife closer to her, getting pleasure from watching her struggle in fear. Before he could give her another mark, a sound echoed from down the dark hallway causing his long ears to stand at attention and turn towards the noise. He growled at the interruption and backed away from her setting the knife on the table.

“Don’t go anywhere~ I’ll be back.” He grinned before hopping down the hallway on all fours.

Katashi breathed heavily as she watched him disappear into the darkness, the knife sitting ever so teasingly on the edge of the table.

“What the fuck is this place..” Katashi said as she once again glanced at the walls covered with bloody tools.

To be continued….

[spill-to-t]

First attempt of my own challenge 😵‍💫

I'm not too mad about it. It was honestly fun creating this

A bit of the process as well :))

[mythicaldemonart]

It had been a couple weeks since the fisherman had died. Every day since the funeral, he visited the spot his father showed him as a young boy; where his father would meet the mermaid. But for those couple weeks she didn't show, almost like she was mourning too, as a sign of respect.

Until one day she appeared once more and challenged him to the same game she had been playing with his father. He visited every other day and faced off against her. Learning more and more about her every time they talked. He truly believed this was his purpose in life, but he looked solemn every time she saw him.

Eventually in their conversations she got him to open up. He admitted that he felt lost and didn't know what it was that he truly wanted in life. What was it that drove him to keep going? But he felt like a part of the answer was here with the mermaid. She urged him to look inward at himself, like she was able to see a part of him that was obscured.

His visits became less frequent after that, sometimes weeks would go by without him visiting. And each time she saw him he looked even more unsure about himself than before. She tried to keep helping him but he kept pulling away from her. Until one day, he stopped showing up altogether.

The time spent without human company was cold and lonely, but she hoped that he was doing well. That he had found the part of himself that was lost. The thought had eventually left her mind as years went by.

Until one day, the mermaid noticed a new person had come to visit; A young woman. The woman challenged her to play that old game with a smile on her face, but declared that if she won then the mermaid would have to go out on a date with her. The mermaid was surprised at first, but quickly realised she had met this woman before. The mermaid smiled back, happy that she was finally being true to herself. She then accepted the woman's challenge.

A fisherman and a mermaid have lifelong, playful game: whoever catches the most fish gets to keep them. Then one day the fisherman dies and his son comes to continue the game.

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[adrienaline-rushed-art]

Hello hello

ok so let me try being alive for once, idk why I went MIA... i mean i do but never mind that So, reblogging this because I wanted to let y'all know I've been not only THINKING but WRITING for this comic again and NO ONE is ready. Like I've had time to really polish this and I can't wait to get back to it. The thing is, I'm still in the process of trying to change jobs--the job I just got for the past year has been fruitful but exhausting, so I am in search of a job that has fewer hours and is either at walking distance or remote--so that I might have time to freely CREATE again. Not just doodles and renders here and there, I miss updating and posting on a weekly or sometimes daily basis. I want to be present as a creator so lemme get my foot in the door by saying it aloud!!

Heart Attack Part 1/? I've been thinking about this AU for years and since I've been avoiding starting yet another fic... I found a loophole and started a comic. HOWEVER, I have every intention to treat this comic as introductory. No way am I going to maintain my sanity if I have to finish this story, start-to-finish, as a fully-colored comic. Eventually, I'll close the comic at a good rest stop that doubles as a cliffhanger and that will be where the fic starts up from (or I'll write it from the beginning, using the comic as reference). If you like rivals to lovers, friends to lovers, "and they were roommates", and reverse lovesquare, then I hope you join me on the journey of sharing this fic <33

And here's a little video edit I made for it :D

EDIT: Also, sorry the last two pages are smaller, for some reason tumblr said they were too big?? when all the pages were roughly the same size???? anyway

[cookeybg]

Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Oh, the rollercoaster of emotions I have been on. I am simultaneously excited and fill with anxiety about posting my writing. Thankfully it has been more excitement than anything else (I couldn't even sleep the night I posted the 1st chapter.) Thank you so much to those that read it and even commented. It really made my day and encouraged me to post again. :)

Anyways, here's the next chapter!

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

[In case you missed it Chapter 1 ]

Part 1 - Chapter 2

“I’m home!” Jon called out, taking off his shoes and placing them on the shoe rack next to the entrance. “Welcome home honey!” Lois popped her head out into the hallway from the kitchen, one hand covering the speaker of her cell phone, “Where’s Conner?” “He’s with Bart.” Jon saw his mom nod and resume the call she was on. He walked into the room he shared with Conner, dumping his school bag on the floor next to his desk. Both boys had loft beds with desks underneath to give each a sense of personal space in such a cramped room. Jon changed out of his school uniform into a pair of sweats and an old Cheese Vikings t-shirt. Two warning knocks stopped his from sitting and Lois opened the door. “Want to help me with dinner?” Lois asked. Jon nodded, smiling as he followed Lois into the kitchen. While prepping dinner Lois watched her son from the corner of her eye, laughing to herself at how cute her son was. He hummed and moved his hips to a beat only he knew. A slight blush graced his face and he had a smile he could not hide. “Was today a good day?”” Lois asked, amused. “Yeah.” Jon said without elaborating. “That’s good. You can tell us all about it while we eat.” Jon nodded and thought about how he had seen Jay twice after lunch. He even got to speak with him and sit in front of him in the drawing class they shared. When he had first seen the elective on his schedule he was determined to change it since he wasn’t very interested in sketching. Now, though, he was planning on staying with it. He saw Jay again when he turned in his application to the journalism club, he had even waved at him!

“I’m home!” Called Clark from the entrance, “You’ll never guess who I ran into in the lobby.” “I bet it was an escaped convict.” Said Lois while dividing up the oven baked chicken breasts into four plates. “Nope, it was me!” Conner said, emerging from the hallway already wearing a pair of jersey shorts and a tank. “Close enough.” Laughed Lois, “Help set the table please.” Conner nodded, grabbing some paper towels and utensils, placing them in their rightful places on the table. Clark ruffled Jon’s hair as he passed by turning on the living room television. Their television was old and had a couple of missing pixels on right top corner, but the sound still worked. It’s not like it was in the middle of the screen so Jon’s parents didn’t see the point of replacing it. Jon placed mashed potatoes on each plate next to the roasted carrots his mom had already plated. He could hear some lady drone on about the stock market. “Hon, turn off the TV.” Lois said, placing each plate on the table mats Conner had set. “Seems like Lex Corp. and Wayne Enterprises are going head to head in some bidding war.” Clark said, turning off the television he draped his tie on the back of the couch. He walked to the fridge to grab the pitcher of lemonade that he placed in the center of the round dinning table. Conner was already sitting and sampling the carrots with his fingers. The rest of the family joined him. Jon sat between Lois and conner and Clark sat next to Lois. “You and I know that Bruce is going to place some exorbitant bid just to get under Luthor’s skin and then win it.” Lois said smiling at Clark. “True, it’s one of his charming qualities. Clark said, filling everyone’s cup with lemonade. “Charming, eh?” Lois smirked, “guess you would know.” She smirked teasingly drinking from her cup. Clark bit into a chunk of chicken, winking at his wife. “So, boys, how did the new school year treat you today?” Conner perked up and started regaling his first day of high school. He compared the size of the school to his middle school and how much taller everyone looked. He mentioned that Bart was in his math class. “Oh! I also met this one guy whose super smart.” Conner said excitedly, “Like seriously a genius and he’s in three of my classes. Bart wants to try and form a study group with him.” “That’s a great idea, hun, maybe your grades will be better this year.” Lois teased. “My grades weren’t that bad!” Conner spluttered. Lois patted Conner’s hand and turned to Jon. “You wanted to share something with sweetie?” “Yeah.“ Jon looked up at Lois, turned to look at his two other family members, swallowed his food and cleared his throat. “I’m joining the baseball tryouts next week. The couch remembers who I am.” “That’s great news!” Clark exclaimed, “You’re basically a shoo in.” “That’s what I was thinking too.” Jon nodded, a wide grin spreading on his face, but it quickly turned nervous, “I’m also joining the journalism club.” Lois looked pleasantly surprised while Clark looked confused. Conner’s eyes ping-ponged between all their faces while shoving mashed potatoes into his mouth. “Isn’t it going to be hard juggling both baseball and the school newspaper on top of your normal school studies?” Clark asked. “Dad!”Jon rolled his eyes. “Lot’s of people take more than one club. Plus I didn’t get to take any last year due to my leg…” “Did you ask Coach if it was acceptable?” “Yes, I asked Coach and Mr. Thompson and both said that it shouldn’t be a problem, but that I had to take both commitments seriously.” “A team relies that all members pull their weight but, if you think you think you can do it-” “I think it’s a great idea!” Lois cut in.”Sounds like you’ll have lots of fun this year.” Jon beamed at Lois and Clark relented with a fond sigh.

[jdetan]

Chapters: 32/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Impa (Legend of Zelda), Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda), Demise (Legend of Zelda), Navi (Legend of Zelda), Demon King Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda), OK Look Basically the Entire Cast of Ocarina of Time is in this, Various Legend of Zelda Characters, Fi (Legend of Zelda), Rauru (Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom) Additional Tags: Reincarnation, Talking Link (Legend of Zelda), Slow Burn, Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Humor, Intrigue, Gremlin Link (Legend of Zelda), Action/Adventure, Eventual Romance, Friendship/Love, Sheikah Slate, Sheikah Technology (Legend of Zelda), Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Deviates From Canon, Angst and Drama, First Kiss, Dorks in Love Series: Part 2 of Collaborations, Part 1 of The Heroes of the Twin Blades Summary:

Zelda joins Link on his adventures during Ocarina of Time's Imprisoning War- and Ganondorf travels below the castle, finding a withered mummy with an arm stuck to his chest.

Latest Update: Chapter 31: The Shadows of the Royal Family!

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14 yrs ago i started playing magic the gathering as a kid, and i had the dream to do art for them

3 yrs ago i tweeted about those dreams:

today i’ve released 11 official magic the gathering cards, and it’s honestly so surreal and insane to me! i did that!! i fulfilled a childhood dream, and i honestly couldn’t be more proud 🥹

[tooquirkytolose]

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the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.