#bart the lover

[shot-kickers]

I couldn't fight it anymore I NEEDED to start a sideblog for Simpsons fanart so take some of my favourite ladies in some of their silly outfits as my first offering on this blog.

[springfieldusa]

[megahorous]

Hey, the episode "Bart the Lover" shows a test labeled "Adrian"

As you know, that's Girl With Green Glasses Who Usually Sits Behind Bart

[heliphantie]

"Bart The Lover" (season 3), aired February 13, 1992.

This episode, probably, didn’t age well in our time(?), yet it’s one of my favorites about relationships between Bart and Mrs K. Bart is being as heinous as he is naïve about ramifications of his scam, close enough to destroy his teacher morally beyond his calculations if she’d found out his plotting. Thankfully, Marge is being as merciful as she is sensitive about the harm of playing with woman’s heart, willing to help him to make amends and avoiding further wound. (I’d like to draw her for that, but after two homages to Marge in a row Mrs K deserved her spotlight.)

This is not the last chapter of Edna’s perilous pursuit for happiness, with or without Bart’s involvement, for better or worse, but the most bitter-sweet of all.

[colbycheeseslice]

But what if Young Justice was a band? 🤔

[mamawasatesttube]

wish more ppl in the timkon tag understood the concept of "best friends to lovers" 😩 where's my "years' worth of stupid inside jokes referenced at the worst moments just to make each other giggle" nonsense. where's the bone-deep understanding and knowing of each other. the ease and relaxation in each other's presence. the "i know how your head works without you having to tell me" of it all. where's the "no one knows me better than you. how could it be anyone but you" of it all!!!

[junespriince]

Winged heart au, the start!

Jason: you handling the breakup pretty well.

Dick: Kori deserve to be happy, besides we're still friends.

Tim: that's healthy, odd for this family, but I'm proud of you Dick.

Dick: thanks Timmy, now excuse I have patrolling to do.

Damian: remember, we're all having dinner at home.

Dick: wouldn't miss it kiddo!

Later that night

D-list bad guys: look at the newbie, you can just smell the central city vibe off of him.

Wally: I'm happy you can smell, since your stench killed my sense of smell.

Bad guy #2: oh a wise guy huh?

Wally: if I was wise I'd be somewhere else than here.

Dick, hanging upside down on a light poll: hey, leave this civilian alone!

Bad guy, sweats: hey, we're just welcoming the new guy to the city.

Wally: by mugging me?

Dick: leave, please! *Smiling unnerving*

The bad guys, running away:

Dick, turning to see the new guy: there you go — hubba hubba hubba I um,,,, I, you, wow...

Wally, tired: ah, you must be Nightwing, my dad, the flash, told me about you. Thanks for saving me, though I could have handled myself though.

Dick, in love: yeah, yeah totally,,, what's your name?

Wally: uhh wally, Wally West-Allen.

Dick: it's a pretty name!

Wally, confused: I guess? I uh,,, I have to go now.

Dick: yeah, sure, I'll see you around! *Gets nervous* because this is my city, not because I'll stalk you or anything— I'm just gonna shut my mouth...

Wally, creeped out: yeah, you do that... *Leaves*

Dick, back on comms: guys,,,, I fell in love, Tim find everything about this Wally West-Allen dude.

Tim: Bart's older brother?

Dick: yes.

At Wallys apartment.

Wally, on phone: dad, mom, Nightwing is weird and creepy! Why did you say this was the best city for me to move too!

Iris: he's harmless baby.

Barry: all bats are creepy, it's their whole thing.

Bart, yelling in the background: you'll be fine! They're probably reading your personal information and emails!

Wally: and that's normal!?

Bart and Barry: yeah.

[bobbinalong]

happy birthday, @melonlthawne!

[fauna-a]

VI The Lovers

¡Reincarnation AU! Who knows me knows I have a soft spot for these two.

Life has its own way to slam doors in your face. You lived for millennia and millennia, dodging death with virtuosity and grace; when your time came, you accepted the Dark Lady’s hand with the same grace, almost looking forward the upcoming rest.[1]

And instead, the universe had found a way to tell me one more time how incomparable and unique was my presence on Earth; and, if that wasn’t enough, had made me human.

Talk about good luck.

It was a very different Earth compared to the one I’d left: no magic, no spirits, no Other Place to my knowledge. In other ways, instead, it was sadly the same, see wars, violence, assorted spite.

In my other life, I had met humans who believed in reincarnation, but no one had ever applied the concept to spirits, maybe because no one thought we had a soul. And instead, look at this: until now, I had met only spirits transmuted (can’t find a better word) in humans.[2] Maybe things  were going like this: in the other world humans went on and beyond, while we had to do all the procedures. Bah.

The gust of wind preceding the metro coming distracted me; the train came, the doors opened, people came out… A girl bumped lightly into me with her shoulder; she had long dark hair gathered in cornrows whose tips were dyed green. That green made something spring in me, a recognition.

Without thinking twice, I turned around and followed her,[3] hoping to not receive some pepper spray (very much justified anyway).

«Excuse me!»

She turned around suddenly, and I recognised her without a doubt. Don’t ask me why or how, but I knew it was her.

«Queezle?»

«Bartimaeus!»

In my other life, I had never been used to hug people; it wasn’t something you did among spirits, that usually don’t have a body. And, well, it’s not I was going around hugging humans.[4]

But Queezle had always been particular, different; and I wasn’t surprised to find her in my arms. She was very thin: I could feel her shoulders’ bones under my hands.

«I was wondering when you’ll show up» she muttered; she had those stupid airpods on her ears, with a cascade of earrings. «You have to tell me everything».

«Nah» I shrugged. «Nothing much to say. Saved the world once or twice, dead, came here. Nothing more».

Her bony arms couldn’t let me go. «Idiot. I’ve missed you».

Hugs, huh. Maybe a thing that humans got right in all the world there was.

[1] Some humans believed there was a place after death, sort of reward (or punishment) because of your conduct during your life. I had never thought about it. But maybe it would be nice getting some rest in company of some old friends… Even if I doubted that spirits humans could end up in the same place, if it even existed.

[2] Yes, I had met Jabor. No, it hadn’t been pleasant. No, I won’t elaborate because we both were in a phase of a life when humans are barely sentient.

[3] I just had to go to work, after all. A human nonsense.

[4] Unless it was a way to stab them in the back.

[amagnificentobsession]

@curlish, I know you’ve been “working” out some problems. I’m sorry I didn’t check on you sooner, but I wanted to give you some time. Time’s up. I need your help.

I found this……..Um, person wandering about and thought how lovely she might look in Nanny’s cottage. A bit of hair dye, some different clothes (we have plenty of tank tops).

So I coerced, dragged, suggested she come with me. She seemed quite willing when I told her of ox ribs and wine, lots of good food. She’s quite a tiny creature.

Sassy too! After I got her fed and a warm bath, she slowly seemed to trust me and told me of a horrific situation she’s been going through.

It appears this child has been held against her will by @the-metatron She said he makes her sing and dance for him to exhaustion. Just before I put her to bed (alone, I would never 😳) she was whispering of a wedding between two star-crossed lovers. @curlish I don’t think she meant Romeo and Juliet.

@bil-daddy is so busy with wedding plans, miracles of ox robs, slutting about spending quality time with his fiancee @mrazfellco , @docdust is bombarded with wedding invitation requests, Loretta has all the children to care for, and Nanny has told Loretta and me to “trust” her interactions with the demons. (Somethings 🆙 in the down it seems).

I’ll be at the gingers house, working on the gazebo and making sure they are protected. Bart, I could really use your help.

[flyinghellfish]

[gringadano]

Kiero papitas alguien que me compre....????

[stevebuscemieyes]

The Simpsons:

Clown Without Pity - Treehouse of Horror III, 1992

Homer brings home a cursed Krusty the Clown doll as a gift for Bart's birthday. Whilst the doll treats Bart well, it makes Homer's life a living hell, trying to kill him and enact other such inconveniences.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Human Cannery Co.

Fandom: YJ98, Superfam, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: Conner is faced with a dilemma when Bart's clone shows up at his apartment asking for help.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Thaddeus Thawne, Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Cassie Sandsmark, Clark Kent

Relationships: KonThad

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Thad Thawne Redemption Fic, Clone 4 Clone, Developing Friendships, Angst, First Kiss, Roommates, Canon Divergent AU

Chapter Two: Breakfast Bar

As I said, I couldn't stand Thad when things started out. He followed me like a shadow around my apartment, quietly observing me. I hated it. "Superboy—?"

"Wrong," I snapped, "When I'm not in costume, you call me Conner. Conner. Get that?"

Looking back at that moment, I realize I was a jerk to him. He nodded and shrank into a corner of the room. I went about my day, and he stayed in the same spot until his stomach growled and reminded me of my humanity. I thought about how people treated me at the start of my existence. I was a thing to everyone around me. Tossed from place to place, demeaned, exploited, monetized. And I had the nerve to treat Thad like an unwanted pet. I didn't want to be that way toward him, but it was hard to get past what he'd done to Bart over the years. Part of me wanted to punish him for his past, but that wasn't fair.

I went to my room and found a pair of overalls and an old, knitted sweatshirt. "Thad! You can't go out with me like that. Come here," I called out. I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting the urge to be unkind. I thought of Ma. She could've shunned me for my existence, but she loved me. Unconditionally. She might've been the first person to truly love me for me. Maybe I owed that kindness to someone else. Someone like me. Thad entered the room, and I held up the clothes. "Put this on." Thad slipped his costume off and neatly folded it before putting on the clothes I gave him. I took his costume and put it on top of my closet.

"Where are we going?" Thad questioned.

"We're getting breakfast," I replied, "And groceries. What do you like to eat?"

"I don't know. I eat whatever's already made. When I was pretending to be Bart, I ate chives sometimes… Pasta… Hot dogs," Thad replied. I wrinkled my forehead.

"How about mashed potatoes, Salisbury steak, and corn for dinner? I know how to make that, and I've got a taste for it," I paused, "And what do you want for breakfast? I'm taking you to a breakfast bar."

"Can we have pancakes?" Thad asked. "With strawberries?" I nodded.

I gave him a toothbrush and toothpaste, and he followed me to the bathroom. I couldn't say anything about it because he wasn't in the way. He brushed his teeth and left, sitting in the living room while I dressed. When I returned to the living room, Thad stood in the corner, waiting for me to tell him what to do next. "Come on, Thad. Let's go get something to eat," I invited. Thad followed me to the elevator, and he opened his mouth to speak. "What is it?"

"Do you drive?" Thad asked. I shook my head.

"I don't like to... Besides, I live close to everything that matters. The breakfast bar is down the road," I replied. He followed me down the street, and I took the dirt path behind the building to the restaurant. Thad skipped in between steps to keep up with me. I slowed down and listened closely to the sound of his breathing. It wasn't labored like he was tired or in a rush. No. He was holding his breath. Thad only allowed himself one breath every several seconds.

"Don't do that," I whispered. Thad blinked hard. "Your breathing isn't gonna irritate me. It's irregular breathing that distracts me." Thad nodded.

We reached the restaurant after a brisk fifteen-minute walk. We checked in, and the hostess escorted us to our table. "What do you wanna eat?" I asked.

"Can I have the strawberry shortcake pancakes?" Thad questioned.

"Sounds good. I'll get the same thing," I replied, "Do you want a side of bacon or eggs?"

"Eggs, please," Thad answered. We waited nearly twenty minutes before the waitress took our order and brought our drinks.

"How long do you plan on staying with me?" I questioned.

"I want to learn how to be good... I don't know how long that'll take," Thad replied, "But four months... That's how long it'll be before you can retrieve Bart's aunt and father."

I nodded. "If you're lying—."

"I'm not," Thad whispered. The waitress interrupted our conversation when she brought our meal.

"Thank you," I whispered. I kicked Thad. "What do we say?"

"Thank you," Thad copied me before leaning forward to rub his shin.

The waitress walked away, and Thad grimaced at me. There it was. The inclination toward evil that I was looking for. It was almost impossible for me to stop judging him. "That hurt," Thad muttered.

"Wanna do something about it?" I replied. Thad shook his head.

"No... I just—. I don't get why you had to kick me," Thad mumbled. I frowned. I kept thinking about Ma in the back of my head. She would want me to be polite and considerate toward him.

"Lead by example," Ma whispered sweetly in my mind, "And he'll follow..."

"You're right... I'm sorry," I replied reluctantly, "I shouldn't have kicked you. There's no excuse for that behavior. I'll do better." Apologizing to him felt like pulling teeth. Thad returned to his meal, his cheeks rosy as tears fell from his eyes. Did I hurt his feelings? Was he feeling guilty?

I don't know if I'll ever know for sure. I looked down at my plate, shamefully picking over my breakfast, kicking myself for being hostile. Thad sniffed, and I passed him a napkin without looking at him. I couldn't face him. He had Bart's face, and I don't think I'd ever seen Bart cry. Not once. I didn't want to look into Thad's face and see Bart's, but this was the one time I couldn't ignore it. Thad wasn't as bad as Bart when it came to public outings. He was quiet, reserved, and didn't suck down food like a starving six-year-old. So, it wasn't his personality that I had an issue with. I don't think he was unlikable in that aspect. No. I think I hated him for what he'd done. I couldn't wrap my head around Thad wanting to destroy Bart without knowing him. He was made to destroy Bart. To rival him.

I wasn't made for that purpose. At least, I don't think I was. I never wanted to take Superman out or hurt Clark. I wanted to be him. Be loved like him. Be loved by him. I wanted there to be enough space for me. I couldn't imagine waking up every day thinking my purpose was to hurt the person whose face I share, whose blood is like mine. I couldn't relate to Thad. Thad was a bad clone and nothing more to me. He was pre-programmed to be what he was, and I thought he was incapable of anything else. He was less than human to me, and it made my stomach hurt to think that I had to be the one to help him. I hate to say it, but I was prejudiced against him. I dehumanized and devalued his experience because I didn't understand it. But it wouldn't allow me to go back on my word. I promised I would teach him to be good. And I meant that.

He finished eating before me and neatly set his dishes aside. "I don't know how to apologize to him... I don't think I'll ever be able to look at him," Thad revealed, "I don't know if I could ever break free of the feelings of hatred—. They're not my feelings, but—. Well—. Maybe they are my feelings. I know he's your friend and that you care about him—. I thought that you could fix me. Help me see the good in him."

I couldn't look up from my plate. I couldn't look into Thad's eyes. They were Bart's eyes too. "Didn't you know you were doing something wrong? Didn't you ever think you were the bad guy?" I questioned.

"I knew what I was taught. The Allens hurt the Thawnes. I was never an Allen... I was made to feel what the Thawnes felt. Good and evil were inconsequential," Thad answered, "But, I—. When I tried to destroy Bart and Max last time, I felt-. I couldn't. I failed... Because I felt something I'd never felt before."

"Jealousy?" I asked.

"No, I knew that feeling well... It was something else. I felt attachment and fear... What would I be without them? What would I do once they were gone? I'd be obsolete... And I wanted—. I didn't want to destroy anymore. I wanted Max," Thad confessed, "And I couldn't have him... Or Helen... Or his friends. They're Bart's. They'd never be mine... It's not fair."

It wasn't fair. I didn't understand it, but I felt for him. He didn't have anyone. I guess I understood that part better than anybody. I knew what it felt like to have nowhere to turn. Except I had Ma and Pa. They loved me and took me in. And maybe it was my turn to give that love to someone else.

[azol-otl]

Not Reverse Robins or Scrambled Birds but a secret third thing: A Step to the Left.

Not  Dick > Jason > Tim > Steph > Damian, 

but Jason > Tim > Steph > Damian > Dick*.

But not only them. Every sidekick with a legacy name gets shifted one spot. (No I’m not counting the Golden Age because I’m not combing through that ).

This means that Jason’s Titans team is him, Mia (Speedy), Jackson (Aqualad), Cassie (Wonder Girl), and Bart (Impulse but y’know he was KF II in the comics).

The NTT team including Starfire, Changeling, Raven, and Cyborg stays the same since they’re the only ones with those names. Cass gets lumped in here because Jason actually wants to do college/is becoming disillusioned about cape life and the idea of Kori learning Cass's body language is too good to pass up.

Tim gets one (1) cape friend (because Jason only got one) and it’s Zachary Zatara because it has to be a d-lister who deals with that disaster Teen Titans era.

Stephanie gets Jon (Superboy), Yara (Wonder Girl II now), and Irey (Because guess what it’s Impulse on the team and not KF which means we get Impulse II). Secret, Cissie, Anita, Slobo etc. all stay the same.

Damian doesn’t get anyone until he becomes Batgirl.

Duke literally gets Damian’s exact canon team but it’s Kon instead of Jon and probably won’t end with them committing war crimes.

If the character in that placement dies in canon then the new character in that placement also dies (i.e. Jason dies so Tim will die/ Kon dies so Jon will die).

But there will be changes because these are different characters so not all of them would react the same.

For example, Jason and Cass are the first Robin and Batgirl, but Cass becomes Nightwing while Jason becomes Oracle because I feel like Jason generally fits Barbara’s character better than Cass does (which is a fucking shame because Oracle being someone named Cassandra should be a no brainer but yeah).

 Or how Barbara should be Batgirl number three, but it’s actually Damian because Cass would see their similarities between them and offer him Batgirl (which he refuses at first but after his disastrous run as Robin he sees how Batgirl would fit his strengths better).

 Also I refuse to believe that Jason and Cass would let Dick out as Robin so young so he’s benched until later and his place is taken up by Duke and instead of Leviathan it’s Gnomon.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

for the "reasons to ship things " post:

kon el x bart allen

- friends to lovers. friends to lovers my beloved.

- they have a similar vibe and get along super well, they also seem to always enjoy their time together.

- when one was "dead" they missed the other a lot. Also their statues were put next to each other when both were "dead".

- they are sooooo cute.

- weed boyfrieds headcannon weed boyfrieds headcannon.

- I think Kon would really appreciate Bart unconventional ideas and how fast everything works for Bart compared to other people.

- both understand feeling missplaced and like you don't belong somewhere (Kon for being a clone and Bart for being in a different time), I think they would be able to support each other in the moments of doubt and actually understand what the other needs.

- depending on the chronology both were created in a simulating machine for a while and so both have to adapt their theorical knowledge to their empirical knowledge and so they can rediscover the world together.

- they both like physical contact, like Bart is the most massive hugger and Kon may not start it as much, but it's clear he loves it.

- if you like high difference they have it

- this panel

[Tim aproves the ship/ what are you wearing Tim?]

- I know I already mentioned it but they are adorable.