#alyramble

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Are you watching anything interesting right now?

No! I'm just now sort of climbing out of a pain hole where I couldn't focus enough to watch anything longer and more complex than a tiktok of a dog farting or something so I haven't been watching much.

I'm much grumpier about tv now I think. Couldn't get through the first episode of the gay nun show but I can't remember why. I watched the first season of shadow and bone but could not tell you a single thing about any of the characters or plot points tho. I hated arcane and noped out halfway thru the season when I realized where it was going. Watched 2 episodes of the nothingburger lotr show... altho apparently it got interesting later according to the lovely ashlee

Anyway if you have any recs I'm ready for a new watch

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titans, found family feels

i’m workin on a little titans thing that folds in jason and lets me shred canon to my heart’s content. Titans team/found family fic, maybe some light teen romance.

Jason remembers in fragmented razor sharp shards of sensory: the contrast of the bright shock of green hair against the white white white of his skin, the sharp whistled singing of the crowbar through the air, the softly curious questions underscored with the jagged hyena giggles.

--forehand or backhand?--

The green of his Robin suit turning black from the dark red red red of his blood.

Green hair, green eyes, green little Robins outclassed in the field. Green pits.

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“Dick,” someone is whispering in his ear, and he feels himself repress a violent instinct to being unexpectedly disturbed while he’s sleeping. “Dick?”

“Rachel,” he says, eyes cracking open and his senses reaching out. He can hear an owl outside the window, the wind through the leaves of the trees. A quiet hour, then, if he can’t hear the nervous prattle of Gar’s voice or the mostly friendly sniping little digs between Kory and Donna. A witching hour, if Rachel is crouched at his bedside, eyes more terrified than he’s seen in months. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you remember that other Robin, who came to the penthouse?”

Dick will never forget there’s another Robin, even if his own suit is cast off and the name is dead in his own mouth. He frowns. “Did he make contact?” Dick hasn’t reached out, but he shouldn’t have to. None of his codes work anymore, his bioscans locked out of all of Bruce’s hidey holes. He’s stayed out of Gotham, and it’s been radio silence, even from Alfred.

“I can hear him,” Rachel says. In her pajamas, she looks just as young as she did when Dick first met her in the police station, nevermind she’s hit a growth spurt since then and lost the last of the baby fat that clung to her cheekbones. “He’s screaming.”

Dick goes to Donna’s room first. She’s still in the community, active in a way that’s not as removed as she likes to pretend it is. She’s the clear first choice for this--she can fly, she’s got more capes in her phone than Dick does, and she understands Robin in a way Kory can’t.

Donna isn’t there, but the bed is made and the window is open; off doing mundane heroics, or supered heroics and pretending they’re mundane. She comes and she goes; Dick knows this isn’t the only safehouse she touches base with. Undeterred, he goes further down the hall, Raven nervously hanging on his heels, and raps his knuckles against the frame of Kory’s closed doors. The knock is rapid enough to express that time may be a factor; Kory only takes a minute to let them in.

Her eyes flick over Dick, dismiss him, and focus on Rachel. She opens her arms and Rachel ducks by him to tuck into her side. Usually Dick would crack a joke and maybe risk a careful touch to Rachel’s hair, maybe lean some of his weight on Kory’s shoulder. The fact that he hasn’t makes Kory frown, her hand cupping protectively against the back of Rachel’s head. “Dick?”

“I need to go to Gotham,” he says, and the word is ash on his tongue.

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Kory makes coffee while Dick packs a bag. Gar stumbles out within thirty seconds of Kory spooning out the grounds, sniffing curiously at the air. “What’s going on? Something bad?” He turns big sad eyes on Dick. “Something to eat?”

Dick doesn’t answer. His phone is clenched in one fist, he’s looping possible scenarios over and over in his head on repeat, following all the possible branches to all the possible conclusions.

Kory hands Gar a box of Captain Crunch. He pops the top open and starts eating by the fistful. “Something bad.” His tone is noticeably tight, even as he more noticeably tries to hide it. His worry comes through the muffled chewing. “Do we have to run again?”

“No,” Dick says, jolted out of his own thoughts. He’d promised them, on bended knee. A home they wouldn’t have to flee, floors that have never seen blood. Their own rooms and family dinners on Sunday. The promise hasn’t stopped any of them from having go bags under the bed and in the front closets, but Dick’s never lived without the looming shadow of impermanence, even before he put on pixie boots and a yellow cape and started hanging out on rooftops in Crime Alley. “No, we’re okay. We’re not compromised.”

Some of the tension eases out of Gar’s shoulders. “Good. Because I think the tomatoes are almost ready.” He turns, leaving the cereal on the counter. “Do you wanna see?”

“It’s five in the morning,” Rachel reminds him.

“Go look at the tomatoes.” Kory’s tone brokes no arguments, and the kids leave, the screen door squeaking open and shut behind them. “I’m coming with you,” she says, turning on the faucet to make it more difficult for Gar to eavesdrop.

“No.” The refusal is so automatic that Dick doesn’t cognitively realize he’s made the decision. “None of you can come.”

Kory raises a single judgmental eyebrow. “Not even Donna?”

Dick winces. “Donna’s… different.” Gotham knows Donna, tolerates her.

Kory’s lips purse.

“Rachel can heal,” she offers hesitantly, “if--”

“No.” His second refusal comes from somewhere deep in his chest, ripped out from where the little boy watches his parents fall away. “I don’t know what he’d do to her.”

Her breath catches, a fist curling up before she relaxes it, an automatic reaction to a threat. “You said he doesn’t kill.”

Dick’s mouth twists in an unhappy smile. “He says he doesn’t kill. Rachel--he’ll see her as a threat.” His smile flattens further. “And I don’t know if I can predict him anymore.”

“And how would he see me?” Her eyes glow.

Dick’s smile turns almost real. “You are a threat.”

“Damn right,” she mutters, the glow fading. She takes down two mugs from the cabinet: hers is a pale cornflower blue, his features the crest of the House of El. Donna thought it was funny, Dick suspects Gar was hoping for a few stories of back in the good old days.

He pours the coffee. Neither of them take milk or sugar. They stand at the kitchen window and look out past the ragged front lawn, at the hill rising at the back of the side garden. Rachel has her head on Gar’s shoulder, Gar’s hair is totally flat on one side and spiked raggedly on the other in a mess of bedheaded cowlicks; they’re watching the sun rise.

“A week,” Kory says, “and then I come after you. And they’ll follow, if there’s no one left to tell them to stay.”

Dick wants--. He wants to tell her Donna knew him better then but Kory knows him best now, that he’s never regretted trading the life he built in Detroit for Rachel, that he was supposed to go to the store later today and Gar likes the firmest tofu from the little Asian grocery all the way on the other side of town and he was going to make chicken thighs stuffed with wild rice for the rest of them because he thinks Kory would like it. He leaves out the back door, towards the shed where he keeps his bike, he leaves Rachel and Gar and Kory and Donna; he leaves his untouched coffee on the counter.

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using my vibe as a neck massager because im old and in pain

[smolgaysnake]

i love nicholas clark who incidentally is alive and well and having fun adventures with his younger siblings

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ughhh so I bought some coffee from work today (I didn't have a shift I was just in the area), and I left and went on my way like usual. But I guess I was in a rush or something because I must not have put my credit card back into my wallet, and this wouldn't really be a problem if I weren't wearing joggers today, but my card apparently fell out onto the parking lot and so I get a text from my boss saying somebody turned it in to them and I work tommorow so I'll just pick it up then, but...

I work in a strip center, so the coffee shop is at the end of like 5 other businesses. Did somebody see me drop it without trying to stop me (I was rustling at my car with my things for about a minute like they could have talked to me) or did they go to everyone or did they just assume? debating calling my credit card company and asking them to alert me to all purchases made in the future for the next couple weeks but I don't want to admit I lost it because I feel like that wouldn't be good for my trustworthiness with that company?

anyways yikes, adulting is scary and I'm very lucky to work for such a nice couple

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Hey dude, followed for your writing and saw you've been going through it. Hopefully this isn't too forward, but I have a buddy who was getting horrible backpack and vomiting and her PT they assigned (lol thanks for listening doc) said that sounds like gall baldder shit. For some reason back pain and vomiting combo is indicative of gall bladde issues. She got a blood test and that was that. I don't know a darn thing about the gall bladder but could be worth looking into?

Also! I have 2 herniated disc's and went through an insane amount of bulsshit before I found someone to take me seriously. I thought I was never gonna walk again. Couldn't sit on the couch either. But it did get better, I'm good now. Complete mobility. So.. well I hope you find a good doctor and things improve. Back pain is a terrible game of patience ugh

Thank you! I think my gallbladder was checked but so weird I ALSO had a friend who had some kind of gallbladder disease and her doctors insisted she was just feeling somatic pain until she turned yellow from something gone wrong with her kidneys or liver. Wild.

I'm really glad you've recovered your mobility!! I started a new pt exercise routine so fingers crossed !

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clexaweek!! no strings attached

Continuing my train of cracky absolutely no substance college aus, here’s one for ‘no strings attached’.

read me here!

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clexaweek 2019~

I have a very tiny contribution to today’s prompt!

‘Useless Lesbian’ aka Lexa doesn’t know they’re dating.

You can read it here!

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ok the real plot hole is that tina minoru is a stone cold bitch physically emotionally AND mentally and would kick that alien out of her brain while making it feel bad about itself

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i wanna write somefink but idk what if i found one of those memes do you think people would send me prompts

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fic: trini/kim we’re gonna die young

hello, I cleaned up a fic that was languishing in my gdocs for nigh on two goddamn years and clearly wasn’t getting all the way done so I wrote a few filler scenes and called that baby done-zo. 

Here’s the thing about Ranger superpowers: they heal quick and they’re strong and they’re fast and everything is just a little bit muted, just a little bit less than it used to be. Kim still snaps pencils on the regular, when she’s frustrated and not paying enough attention. Food tastes blander, sensations are duller, the shower never feels as hot as it used to.

Kim has some trouble readjusting to life in Angel Grove.

Rated T, 7.8k, please be mindful of the tags and read the authors note. Thanks!

you can read it here!

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i’m just gonna say that carol’s haircut looks like a straight person did it

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opens a google document that’s enough for today

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question for people still watching the 100 (also my deepest apologies for your continued suffering) where is the current setting??

the gifs i’ve seen look like clarke got dropped into Oz

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clexa: (you’re) my loaded gun 1/2

hey remember when I said I was thinking about doing a short mr & mrs smith au? well it’s here and guess what it is not proofread >:3.

chapter 1!

It’s mostly cracky good fun, but has some light marital angst, which I hope reads true and not contrived :) Chapter 1 clocks in at 7k, I’m looking for the second part to be a little bit longer than that.