#canon is my bitch

[knifknightkorner]

Jazz's parents have gotten worse, their passion has turned into an obsession. Her parents don't even know that they are hunting their son every day. Jazz makes a tough call and rings up her uncle-in-law whom she has not had contact with in years.

Commissioner Gordon was not expecting to get a phone call at three in the morning; especially not from an estranged niece that he had seen a handful of times. The last time he seen that side of the family was before his wife had died.

Now he's driving halfway across the country with a confused daughter to meet up with the said estranged family.

[thevoidstaredback]

I should be sleeping, but I'm not, so here's a thing based on a thing I just saw!

Pre ID reveal (I do a lot of these, but that's because the comedy is endless)

The JL and JLD especially, as well as all the protege teams treat the Bats with Fae or Vampire or Cryptid rules. The Batfam figured it out after the third time the others turned down the invite into Gotham, and they all started rolling with it. Nothing really comes of it, though, until someone does accept the invite to Gotham.

I'm thinking it's gotta be Clark, Diana, or Oliver. Clark could be there for an interview with Bruce Wayne (probably shortly after he buys The Daily Planet) and Tim Drake. Diana could be there for any number of reasons, but I think she's there for a new art exhibit that opened up in the Greek part of Gotham museum where she bumps into Damian Wayne and Dick Grayson. Oliver could be there on business, strictly speaking, but he hasn't talked to Bruce in person since just after their senior year of high school, so is it really a coincidence that he meets up with Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd (who was revealed to have been in witness protection for a time)?

Dealer's Choice on who's there. Could be one, could be all three. Could be someone else entirely! (Though, I can really only see Barry as having a good excuse of working with the GCPD on a case and meeting Dick that way if you really wanted to not use the other three)

Anyway. We're gonna use Clark here because he'd be extra cautious around magic, seeing as it's one of like...2 weaknesses he has.

Clark is sent to Gotham for an interview with the head of Wayne Enterprises. Ownership didn't change, but stuff got mixed up around last year, so he could either be meeting with Bruce Wayne or Time Drake-Wayne. Either way, Clark doesn't want to be here. Lois was supposed to be here, but she got sick, so he got stuck traveling across the harbour to the Crime Capitol of the Country.

He'd normally be ecstatic about potentially running into any of his JL coworkers in their natural habitat home cities, but Gotham was different. Batman, for all that he is Superman's best friend, doesn't let anyone into Gotham. There had been speculation for a while as to why that was, but no one had really been able to confirm it.

Kal-El didn't make it a habit, but he had, admittedly, tried to find out who Batman is under the cowl. He couldn't help it! He and Diana had told both each other and Batman who they were, but Bats had refused. He and Diana were understanding, of course, but that didn't stop the journalist side of him from slipping into the forefront of his mind.

At first, Kal thought he was sick. But he can't get sick. It's not like he could just ask B if his cowl was lined with lead or magic or kryptonite or something!

God, he hoped it was magic that was preventing Kal from seeing through Batman's cowl. It couldn't be kryptonite because Kal would've known it the second he got too close. Lead was the only thing he couldn't see through (that wasn't magic) but that brought up the issue of B's health how heavy the cowl was.

Magic, believe it or not, was the most logical explanation. Batman's cowl and cape are connected, so any magic on one would be on the other. With the way that Batman's cape seems to move on its own, somehow pull him deeper into shadows, and is able to hide at least four humans at any given moment, well, it's not a stretch to say magic was being used. Ignoring the fact that Batman hates magic.

That's a lie. He hates what he doesn't understand. And, try as he might, the man can't get a handle on magic.

Off topic.

Clark got off the train at exactly fifteen-hundred hours. Fourth-five minutes before he had to be at Wayne Tower (who named it that? surely not Mr. Wayne himself?) to meet whoever he was interviewing today.

Not knowing the layout of the city was what probably made Clark on obvious target. He should've memorized a map of the city before coming here.

He knows that there are three parties at work. Red Hood, who not even Batman pushes the boundaries of; Signal, who covers the entire city during the day; and Batman, Robin, Red Robin, Spoiler, Black Bat, and Oracle who cover the night shift. Sometimes, Nightwing joins them from Bludhaven, but that's only sometimes. It's safe to assume, though, that Red Hood and Nightwing are the two outliers. So long as Clark doesn't draw the attention of those two or Signal, he should be fine. A quick in and out and he'll be home free!

"Mister Kent?" the receptionist asks when he approaches her desk.

"Yes," he clears his throat, nervous for some reason he can't place, "That's me." What's wrong with him? It's just a routine interview! He's done hundreds like it before!

The receptionist smiles at him. "Misters Wayne are both waiting for you in Mister Wayne's office on the tenth floor."

He nods his thanks and goes to the elevator. Doesn't this building have like...thirty floors, though? Wouldn't the CEO's office be on the top floor?

Regardless, Clark uses the short elevator ride (complete with smooth jazz as the provided white noise) to calm himself down. He's met hundreds of big shots. Mister Wayne, whichever (or both?) he's meeting with today will be no different.

Maybe.

Probably.

Hopefully.

The elevator dings, the sound an odd harmony of several notes on the C Major scale instead of the single tone bell that is common through everywhere else. He gets off on the tenth floor and finds exactly four offices. He knocks on the door labeled 'Bruce Wayne'.

"Come in!" is called from inside, though the voice sounds too young to be Bruce.

Clark opens the door with an easy smile, taking in stride the fact that he is meeting with both Bruce and Tim Wayne. Oh, dear. "Good afternoon, Mister Wayne, Mister Drake-Wayne."

"Please," Mister Wayne has on the smile he always wears for the public. "Call me Bruce."

"And call me Tim," Tim shakes Clark's hand after he stands from his seat. The door clocks shut behind Clark.

Ah. Now he knows why he's so nervous. Batman usually only has bad things to say about Bruce Wayne. On the other hand, Tim Drake is a complete mystery to him.

Clark takes a seat on the couch opposite the two men when he's prompted. They go through pleasantries they all know are ingenuine before Clark opens up the notepad he brought with him. "Now, Mister Wayne, Mister Drake-Wayne, what made you decide to buy The Daily Planet?

Storyboard Part 2

[starrycassi]

I think Andrew Minyard, eventually, becomes a legend on campus. He was one, already — warnings and whispered rumours, fear and twister wonder. He evolves.

It starts in his third year. There's a giggling girl, slumped down in the curb of the science building, and he's back from the computer lab (Because he's trying to care. To get better grades. To put in the work). He's smoking. There was (is?) a party going on, somewhere on campus. He doesn't care about it for anything else than knowing that Dan, Matt, Nicky and Reynolds are there. It's quite warm, they're just back from summer break, and he's slow when it's too warm. That's how he notices — the idiot who creeps up behind her. She's laughing at nothing, and the guy is clearly strong enough to carry her. He moves her head, positions her to be lifted, while she stammers incoherent denials, humor dying in her throat as horror creeps up. He puts a big, calloused hand over her tights, and she tries to back up. It's useless.

Maybe Andrew wouldn't intervene. Maybe he wouldn't, if the guy didn't look up at him. There's no shame. They make eye contact, and the man winks, pride written all over his face. He nods to Andrew, who nods back.

"We can take turns." He says, grinning under the moonlight, waving his hand at Andrew, inviting him closer. He resembles Drake, in a way. Andrew accepts.

The guy tries to press charges for his broken bones. Neil's uncle wipes out one of his fancy lawyers and the camera footage. Andrew is forgiven and (in a bizarre change of routine) praised by the jury.

Turns out the girl is one of those horrid Vixens. Katelyn thanks him and he pretends to be deaf. The whole team takes to cheering even harder whenever he blocks a goal, in the next games. The one from that night flies and twirls in the air, even going as far as calling out his name and a platitude of generic chants. Someone asks Andrew if she's his girlfriend. He genuinely considers murder.

It dies down. Selena (the annoying Vixen) keeps on her enthusiasm, making Neil tease him about his first die-hard fan and how jealous he is, of his now growing career. Andrew shuts him up with a kiss.

Then, he's with Kevin and Neil. Or, well, him and Neil are trailing behind Kevin, who's jogging to the Library to print a last-minute change on his cover page (forgot that his last name is now legally Wymack, the idiot) because Kevin is still too scared to be completely alone, sometimes.

There's a muffled sound. Then,

"Com'on, pretty girl. You're too cute for that gay shit. I'll make you feel goood."

"Fuck no. Kevin, run."

Neil is fast. Everyone knows that. People tend to forget just how fast he is. He's out of Andrew's side in a blink, then, Kevin's following. Kevin is an egocentric idiot, but he's been getting better, at this whole "caring about others" thing. At least ever since Jean and him had a screaming match over the phone.

Andrew doesn't hurry — Neil can stand his ground. Kevin is not completely useless. The cries he can hear are of strange voices. When he arrives, there's two guys on the floor. Neil has a knife shoved against one of their necks (right next to an artery) and Kevin is putting those hours of weight lifting to work, pinning the body to the floor.

The girl runs to Andrew's side, clinging to his arm. He shoves her, immediately. With fearful eyes, she seems to take a second to recognize him. When she does, she goes to stand behind his back.

As if Andrew can bring safety to someone. To an unknown someone, at that.

She accompanies them to the library, sticking to Kevin's side, hanging onto his arm. To his credit, Kevin only talks about Sexy for half the walk, and it seems to soothe her. When they're there, she offers her printing credits to the idiot.

Neil is seething. He calls his uncle, who sends his fancy hired muscle. If some people get a very strange and unfortunate mugging accident that same week, well, Andrew has a very strong alibi.

It becomes ridiculous, however, in the last days of the semester. Farewell is being celebrated. He asked Neil (because he's trying to care about things) if he wanted to go.

They were, clearly, not going.

They do go out. They take the Maserati and eat in a shitty restaurant, silent in a way that they can only be with each other.

It's when they're coming back when they spot the group. Four girls, heels in hands and wobbly knees. They're in the middle of the road. It's not a very concurred road. Two of them are carrying one, while the other leads the group. In their time together, Andrew has learned that Neil likes women more than men. There's also that deeply ingrained sense of guilt over his mother, that makes him favour them. It's Neil who says,

"Slow down. Make sure you don't run them over."

It's Andrew's mind that provides him with the detail. He recognizes that ponytail.

Carla, it tells him. From Experimental Psychology. She doesn't drink. She cried after the Little Albert chapter. She chastised her seatmate when she tried to touch Andrew's hair.

She doesn't drink. First night out? Could be. A lightweight with no tolerance and no frame of reference. Would that explain why she's on pajamas? Too inexperienced — or uncaring — in what to wear in a night out?

There's silence in the car. He slows down. Neil, who seems to be able to read Andrew in a way that not even Andrew can, asks him if they should give them a ride. Andrew agrees.

Neil is the one who tells them to get in. Carla is the almost-passed-out one. They all hurry inside after a few seconds of whispered shouting between each other. They're almost a mile away from campus, as is. Andrew isn't even quite sure how they ended up here.

He asks them.

"We were on the bus — yes. The bus? For the party." Greens dress says. "It left from the main gate. At, like, ten, I think. What time is it? Who cares. Yeah. No. On the bus."

"And he said- he was... On the bus, with us. He was bragging, y'know? 'Bout getting laid. We didn't care. He's an idiot — all the guys on the football team are."

"Ronnie was not." Pink dress tells Blue dress. "But yeah — he's. And then, at the party — we'r drinkin', yeah? We're the powerpul- powerpuff girls, see? I'm Bubbles. Wait, no, Am not. Blossom, yeah?."

"POINT IS, at the party, we see Carla. You know her? We do. She's in that chess club. They play chess. My roomie's in it. Chess club girls don't drink, I tell you. So, I go. And I ask her why she's here. Poor girl couldn't speak, see? "

"She was on the sofa, right?"

"You're telling it wrong. She was in the bathroom, puking up. Had her phone on the floor, 'member?"

"Ah, yes! And we ask her — we ask her who she's with, and she says, she says that she doesn't remember. And she tells me... Tell me, hey, isn't this a McDonald's? And I laughed, and she said 'no, he said we're going to McDonald's' and I stopped laughing because she puked again."

"No, no. She was on the sofa, and you made her puke, imbecile. You said she was roofied, 'member?"

"Yeah, that's it! I know. They did it to... To Reynolds, yeah? She made us learn the signs 'n all, after."

"We get out of there, and a guy says- says he'll take us to the hospital, you know? We noticed we weren't going to any fucking 'spital and made him leave us where you found us. Should've known to never trust a man, yeah?"

They keep on bickering. Neil and Andrew share a look, before Neil takes out his cellphone to call Renee. The Powerpuff girls and Carla are hauled up to Fox Tower after a quick "chat" with the RA. Andrew refuses to touch them. Dan, Reynolds, Renee and Matt do all the hard work.

One week later, there's a knock on the door and someone calling his name. When he leaves his room and opens, a tray of what smells like freshly baked cookies sits neatly on the floor.

He pretends not to see Carla's face peeking around the hallway.

[thewrittenpodcast]

Found out jason todd is a natural redhead. Please do not cite this to me I do NOT accept it as canon i can do what I want and what I don't want is for that to be canon okay thank you bye

[badghostwriter]

I love when people are like “There’s no way they weren’t canon! You can’t tell me they weren’t in love!” and their proof is a single gif set where the two characters exchange eye contact. Like yes, girl, I’m on your side. I genuinely believe I could fall in love with anyone if I looked into their eyes long enough.

[lockandkeyhyena]

im like 98% sure it doesnt make sense with the timeline but also i lowkey love this concept lol

[hanihazeljade]

This is so cute... Might be an inspo someday lololol

I think Tim should be the only batkid to know the Robin origins. Maybe Dick told Damian, but forr this headcanon, he didnt.

Tim was at the circus. he has a picture of The Flying Graysons costume. He knows.

So when Dick took Robin away, it was like him saying "you don't deserve my family name. Damians my family now."

[herblay]

When a character is narratively doomed to incompletion by no fault of their own but simply by being in the wrong place at the wrong time

[thethoriumreactor]

Have a meme because I have no self control

Lucifer just seems like the kinda guy who’d lose his mind over ppl being too hot (our bi short king)

I spent way too much effort on this pls like it ily 🙏

Bonus (radioapple) doodles as always (edit: I. I just realised I forgot Al’s monocle in both doodles. I am dying inside. Why did no one tell me.):

[lotus-pear]

he's so crazy we can't take him anywhere 😭🤣

[kelin-is-writing]

HELLO???? PRO-HERO TOUYA???? I’M FOLDING SO BAD—?????

[sapphic-terror]

“She thinks about it like a bundle of string, overlapping and crossing and knotting, everything tied together. John B to Sarah and Sarah to her and her to Pope and Pope to JJ and JJ to Kie and Kie to Sarah. Over and over again the string connects and tangles and loops around, a perfect mess of a family.”

Saw the ending to obx4, first of all wtf??

Second of all, wtf??????????

Time to go write a poly, found family fic where everyone actually communicates and is happy, and somehow Rafe gets a semi-redemption and saves JJ bc a fucking stab wound?? After everything???

[miwkchii]

This can also work the other way around ☆

(all i do for the jagertity community is give em these two dorks drawn as silly memes )

[temeyes]

Slip-Up

[oatmilk-vampire]

Steve Harrington needed hearing aids.

He wasn't born needing them. In fact, he was just about as healthy as a young man in his social class could be. But numerous head injuries eventually led to gradually worsening hearing loss, leading him to needing mostly useless hearing aids.

His damage was so severe he actually needed cochlear implants but his parents kicked him out of their house and off of their insurance plan when he got caught kissing his teammate back in high school. With his minimum wage job and splitting rent with his roommate Robin, he currently did not make enough money for such a luxury.

So he did the next best thing: he learned ASL.

It was free, other than his time invested, and Robin was the one to suggest it. After all, she was already fluent in five languages and had been in band for twelve years. If anyone could teach herself and a hard of hearing person to sign, it was Robin Buckley.

The only bad part was, they were the only two who seemed to know the damn language, leaving Steve to strain to hear or read lips lest he get (mostly) silently yelled at by some deranged customer.

So when he spotted a guy around his age with long, dark curly hair and perfectly round black glasses with side shields, he knew he had to act.

He knew what it was like to have people gloss over the fact that you exist, or even berate you for it; so he took a page out of Robin's book.

He learned braille.

Sure, technically Steve could still speak to the boy, but wouldn't it be more special if he could read what Steve wanted to say?

So he practiced and practiced until he was happy, bringing the card to work where his crush appeared to be a regular.

As Steve sees him walk in, he knows today's the day.

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Hi I am Steve sorry if this is weird but I just wanted to say you are really cute and I would like to ask you out on a date

Steve is giddy when he wanders over to the boy in dark clothes. He had on black jeans that are ripped at the knees, a Metallica band tee, a leather jacket, and a denim battle vest. He's perfect. He's hot.

Steve's footsteps must be louder than he expects because the object of his affection immediately turns in his direction.

"Hi," Steve greets as he presses the thick stock paper into his hands.

The boy angles his head down with a frown as he traces an index finger over the raised dots, before looking right at Steve behind those dark frames.

He takes them off, and Steve learns after so long that his eyes are brown.

"I'm sorry," his crush says, Steve recognizing those syllables easy enough, "But I can't read this. What is it you're trying to say?"

But now that response is too much, Steve can't keep up. All he knows is the card he worked so carefully punching little holes in with a special tool he had to buy was now being pushed back into his hands.

Steve doesn't try to answer, he just wants to get the hell away before his tears spill over, but a hand on his shoulder stops him in his tracks.

He tenses, squeezes his eyes shut and braces for impact, but when a familiar hit doesn't land on his face, he cautiously opens his teary eyes to find him staring right at Steve.

"Are you okay?" He asks, but Steve can't be quite sure if he's checking on him or asking if he's gay.

Steve's own frown appears on his face as he points to his ears.

"Can't hear too good."

His mouth drops open, rushing to spiel something Steve doesn't catch. He must realize this because he's taking Steve's card back from him now as he mimics writing something with raised eyebrows.

Steve nods his head, more confused that the guy he thought was blind seemed to be understanding him perfectly.

He fishes out the little pad of paper and pen he keeps with him for moments not quite like this, passing the two items over.

He scribbles for a moment before letting Steve read what he's written in big loopy letters.

Hi, I'm Eddie. Sorry, I can't read braille. What did you say?

Steve furrows his brows.

I thought you might know it. Aren't you blind?

Eddie shakes his head with a little smile.

The glasses? I have killer migraines. Never go anywhere without them.

Steve smacks himself in the face. He's been such a fool!

Eddie taps him to gain his attention once more before handing him the notepad and pen.

What did you say? I'd like to know :)

Steve worries his bottom lip.

Hi I'm Steve. Sorry if this is weird but I just wanted to say you're really cute and I would like to ask you out on a date

He's nervous as he hands it back, but Eddie's wide grin and eager nod does wonders to knock back those worries.

I thought you'd never ask, Steve.

[kozmicmizuu]

a silly lil thing i had in my brain…. more uzurengiyuu… and wives cause they’re pretty

in honors of the newest demon slayer ep frfr

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shinobu, noticing giyuu’s wearing a ring: oh? what’s with the rings??

giyuu; i’m married

shinobu: what-

giyuu: i’m still processing it myself

shinobu: to who?? help me process this…

giyuu: tengen and rengoku

shinobu: WHAT

giyuu: rengoku proposed to me with a half eaten ringpop, tengen had an actual ring, and hina, suma and makio just grabbed me and told me im their husband now

shinobu: … oh my god

giyuu: my bloodline is now secure and i got myself some babes, life is good

shinobu: i can’t believe this

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i’m so sane about them i promise,,, giyuu went from being lonely to having two husbands and three wives, he has that autistic rizz dont fuck with him

sigh…. i love them all