#ch kon

[00mutation00]

Now I can’t be the only person that 100% believes that those 2 were a missed opportunity from dc

BC WHY THE FUCK DIDNT THEY EVEN KISS ONCE

I just love Tim’s devotion and Connor’s respect GUSH AM DOWN BAD

Honestly any bet super can make me happy as a duck, I need like a good as fic with just the families together or something

Also shoutout to myself, because that side profile be

snatched 

[nana-mizu-shiki]

...And no offense to Bart, but there is no good version of Bartholomew.

You're not allowed to ask how many times I've cried.

"Consent is sexy, even in the not sexy context."

Bart knows boundaries. Be like Bart.

"If I can eat the outside of a peach, why can't I eat the outside of an orange?!"

A very valid question to be asked from the clone-boy.

Also, was not expecting to be able to finish this one, but I managed to finish in a couple of hours and I loved it. I totally recommend it for Angst, fluff, and hurt/comfort!!!

[deepwinterstrawberry]

“I dunno if people having hate sex usually do this afterwards.”

(sketches and an excerpt from a future chapter below the cut)

(sneak peak at some of Kon's POV from a flashback in chapter 61:)

They get in bed, Jay curled on his side and Kon at his back, arm wrapped snugly around his boy. He kisses the nape of Jay’s neck lightly and nuzzles his nose into the soft curls, waiting for the moment that Jay turns to mush. It always happens, but sometimes he falls to sleep directly, and sometimes he stays half-awake, mumbling and grumbling adorable, semi-incoherent delights. One time Kon could swear he said “Baby koala time” before rolling to face Kon and clinging onto his torso; another time he definitely said “Wearing you like a cape” and Kon had to call Cassie first thing in the morning and scream to her about it for half an hour.

[pup-pee]

I TRIED 2 FIND UR ACC & I JUST CANT IM SRRY

doodles based off of;

[seizethecringeofproduction]

Should've god damn brought him back already.

[worldmets]

Kon Pathe V-2 Edited by Shishir Kr Basu

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[acid-ixx]

update and story excepts

guys i swear if i post chapter 4 sooner for my series: again &. again, soon, will that revive the yandere batfam/dc tag because i swear i've been consuming less content of it both lately and sadly 💔 like it's a bit dead ngl. ill reply to asks once i'm done with ch.4 istg

and yes, i'm back from my short hiatus again to announce this. and it's 3:30am but i dont care teehee. anyways, if i do post a new chapter expect it to be this week and that's final for once, since i've kept all of you guys waiting so long, i'm so sorry :(( i swear it's me trying to gain confidence through my writing and i don't know if i like chapter 4 or not. all i do know is that it's one of the most emotionally draining chapters so expect triple the angst, yippee!

anyways, excepts from the chapter below the line break:

DICK'S THOUGHTS:

he sighs, resigning his thoughts all to himself as he checks his phone every minute for a simple ring of notifications just from you. he prefers to leave his phone in silent mode from the multitude of other contacts bothering him, but god forbade if that means he'd scroll past to a single reply of yours, then he'd rather burn in hell.

dick doesn't know it. why he's suddenly obsessed with you. you? yes you, his stupidly precious sibling, the one who looked up to him, frail and wronged by the world, with so much drive behind that stare. third child of bruce, yet second youngest in the family. the one that got away, the one he has never once saw outside that one memory of glinting, awe-inspired eyes that told more stories than poets, drew more emotions than artists.

CONNER'S SCENES:

"you're hot," and if you were sober enough, you would've felt sheer embarrassment and shame from eyeing the boy, but you're not— and because you're not sober, or any bit sane, the next few sentences you spewed out were all coherent, yet wonkily pronounced utterances paired with teary eyes and sniffling nose, as you can't seem to control the feelings of melancholy in your heart and the sudden emotional burst from your ramblings.

"thank you, you too, actually— but are you alright-"

"haha! is it strange to say that you look so cute whenever you look at me with wide eyes in the short span of time we just met?"

"it's conner, conner kent. call me kon, though. or yours if it's you."

BATHROOM BREAKDOWN P.T.2 PRIOR TO CLUBBING

you don't remember the last time you looked in a mirror, looking healthy, fresh, and proud of yourself for dressing up in your style. in the back of your mind, there will always be hatred, resentment for how you look. and right now, you hate how you every bit of your appearance because...

because you look exactly just like an image of your mother and bruce wayne. a reminder, your punishment for your parents' beautifully tragic affair with one another. a billionaire who courted.the lowly dirt-class slut of gotham.

(spoilers: expect shit to go down with jason todd with you, and him with the family, and a good 4k words of you flirting with conner before actual shit goes down)

leave comments down below if you do like the direction this story is coming to! otherwise, thank you all for reading my series and supporting it from the start !! <33

[wondersinwaynemanor]

here i go again with "big brother dick grayson strikes again" prompts.

thinking of Dick probably helping his siblings on their first dates and offering to take them to the location.

Dick to Jason: Hey, Little Wing. I know you can take one of your motorcycles, but let me take you. You can just focus on being pretty.

Jason: Shut up, Dick. But, are you sure? I don't know why my hands feel a bit numb-

Dick, takes Jason's hands on his to warm them up and untighten the nerves there: It's okay. I got you. You're okay. It's going to be okay. Don't stress yourself out.

Jason: I know I fucked up many times, Dick. I don't want.. I don't know what to do if I fuck this up.

Dick, brings Jason closer: Shh. You won't, Jay. You're very smart and strong, and so so caring and you don't even realize it it. Ask the kids at the Alley, they idolize you. Roy adores you and everything you do. He knows who you are. And trust me, I'm not that bitter anymore of one of my best friends dating my younger brother.

Jason smiles which warms Dick's heart, making him smile too.

Dick: Plus, we wouldn't want Ollie to think that a Wayne cannot dress up and be romantic right?

Jason grins this time.

Dick to Tim: Timmy, I have a great idea! I'll drive you there. I know you're tired from work already. Just let me know which restaurant then you can rest a bit when we travel there.

Tim: It's okay, Dick. You're also tired from your shift. I'll just let Kon know I'll be late for a few-

Dick: No, no. If you want to rest first, let him know, he'll understand. But I'll still take you.

Tim: But, Dick...

Dick: Nah-uh. I didn't drive you to prom, remember? Let me do this, Baby Bird. And for me to also look out for Lex, just in case he bothers Conner again. We don't want that happening in the middle of your date.

Tim, laughs: Well, Kon will just have to drag Lex's ass to space.

Dick laughs with him.

Dick to Cass: Aww, you look beautiful, Cass. So where you going? Where will you meet Steph?

Cass, fixing her necklace: By her house.

Dick: Great! I already know where that is. I'll drive you there. We don't want to ruin your beauty. I mean, that's totally impossible, but I want you to just relax before the date.

Cass, blushes: I can do it.

Dick: Of course, you can. But I want to. Pretty please, pretty please. I'm a little protective over my sister.

Cass, rolls her eyes fondly but smiles: Of course. Thank you.

Dick: You're most welcome. And tell Steph if she does something extreme like set some fireworks, tell her to lay off with those energy drinks she started on her diet.

Dick to Duke: Little D, Little D! Don't even try to say no cus maybe your brothers and sister have already told you, but this is kinda my tradition now. I'm taking you to your first date.

Duke: They did tell me. But, Dick.. I don't want to be a burden. Weren't you injured-

Dick: No, no. That was like last week. I'm good. As long as you're good with me to take you, right? Now, I don't want to be the burden.

Duke, smiles: Never.

Dick, smiles and gives Duke a side hug: Then you're never a burden too, Little D. A big bro has to look out for the younger ones. Plus, I can say that you dressing up nice comes from my influence.

Duke, chuckles: Who else am I looking up to, right?

Dick to Damian: Shush, Dami. I know you're dating a super, and he can come and get you without a minute to spare, but tell Jon I'll be taking you.

Damian: Richard, please. I'm already at the right age.

Dick, puts a hand on his little (not so anymore) brother's shoulder and he refuses not to tear up (he fails ofc): I know, you've grown up so much, Dami. So much, since I made you Robin. But please, it will make me really happy to do this. It will give me peace, in some way. It sounds ridiculous, but yes.

Damian, doesn't even try to hide the fond he has on his face: Alright, Richard. I'll let Jon know.

Dick: He's not taking you somewhere out of Gotham or Metropolis, right? Cus then we'll have to take the Batplane.

Damian, chuckles: It's in Metropolis, don't worry.

Dick: Phew. I was as nervous as the time I took Tim on his date.

so....

maybe after a few years on Dick and Wally's wedding day, Dick's younger siblings will be walking with him on the aisle by his side and Bruce, their Father, on his other side of course. and they're thankful that the aisle is wide enough to fit the whole Wayne kids. Dick is a crying mess and he hasn't even reached Wally yet by the end of the aisle. because he's genuinely happy to have his siblings take him to the love of his life this time.

[castrian-amore]

Just want you to feel something

by Castrian Amore

Ch. 1/? | Word Count 889 words | Rating: Mature

Chapter 1: A New Years Kiss(The prologue)

To say Timothy Drake was drunk was an understatement. His parents were abroad and he had just had a record breaking quarter and record profits in the company his parents mostly left him to run. He deserved this. To get drunk at a friends party in New York City. A haughty businessman like himself amongst the social elite of artists and rockstars and actors. Directors and models and god Tim could pick anyone he wanted. The night was good. 

He was buzzed. More than buzzed. Something in his gut told him just how shitfaced he was,  but considering the lingering buzz and warmth underneath his skin his inebriation gave him the fluidity and loss of filter he usually had. 

The once great Drake heir now dumbed down to a drunk mess. A very drunk mess. Maybe it was the fact he was stressed from work. From being alone. From his family. Too many variables and just for once Tim deserved to be able to find someone drunk on New Year’s Eve as well. Someone who will just kiss him. He’s never really been in a relationship. Not a real one anyways. He’d been in a few short flings before he realized where he swung, and just what side he played for.

It’s getting late though and bands play on stage and yet as Tim nurses another drink, eyes on the band on stage and caught on the incredibly sexy singer. All he can think of is how his hair is plastered against his forehead in sweat. The jacket lazily hangs off his shoulders to reveal a cropped sleeveless tank in New York in winter. Bold move. He had style at least. The stupid small round glasses sat on his nose guitar draped around his neck and hanging as he sang into the mic. 

Maybe it was the alcohol talking as Tim stared at the stage in a haze. 

“It’s a crime crime crime 

How you treat me like this 

But you still end up under my skin” 

The music picks up and the one on the drums spins the stick slamming it into the base with defiance, the group making eye contact as the lead singer grabs the mic. 

“Take me down

A little bit harder now 

Down to the dance floor 

Love me like you mean it 

Love me up and down

A little bit harder” 

And maybe yeah Tim loves the band on his own, ignoring the fact Kon had been just as hot as Tim had ever seen him. He stares down at his drink continually losing himself and his surroundings as he joins the fray of bodies against each other. Maybe he zones out a little too much as the night continues on. 

Tim being reminded of the new year's kiss desire only two hours before midnight.. likely less. 

Fuck he wanted a new years kiss… so he asked around. Yet closer to midnight he finally took a deep breath on the cool balcony looking over the crowded; Times Square. Phones pointing up. Tim was a nobody. Not to the normal people. Unless they happened to know about his genius level intellect or ruthlessness in the business world he was nothing. Yet as the end of the year drew closer he looked next to him.

“10!”

 Eyes in surprise finding none other than Kon right next to him. Lead singer to the band YJ. He had never been happier to have been inebriated as he gently taps his arm. 

“9!”

“Hey you’re single right?”Maybe his words were a little too slurred together and the other seemed just as blissfully drunk. Eyes going over his form fitting slacks and vest. 

“8”

“Hell yeah I am,”He smirks, pulling his glasses down to give a dramatic up and down of his character. 

“7!”

“Mmm great,”Tim muses. 

“6”

“Who’s askin’” a little country twang tinged his voice. 

“5!”

“Tim,”He introduces, holding out his hand. Kon bites his lip, chuckling. 

“4!”

“Kon.. pleasure to meet you.”

“3!”

“Care if I kiss you? New years and all?”

“2!” 

“Shit I won’t complain~” 

“1!”

Party poppers went off as confetti filled the air. The ball dropped completely as Tim grabbed the much taller man by the front of his shirt and dragged him down to more his level as he shoved their lips together. 

It's not an incredibly nice kiss. It’s messy and full of teeth and tongue and drunken lust, a part of Tim wanting it to go on longer as they pull back from each other. Neither one of them talking for the moment but their faces are mere centimeters from each other. 

“Well fucking hell,”the man breathes out, and Tim kisses him again and the mans arms wrap around his waist pulling their swaying bodies together. Maybe just a little longer, nothing could go wrong from one or two innocent kisses. 

Right?” 

“Thanks,”Tim looks up through his lashes at the taller man. The others face a little flushed and red. Tim likely looked the same. 

“You’re welcome there… good kiss for a new year,”the two of them look at the confetti around them. 

“Yeah…”

Tim remembers enjoying his new years eve. Even if he wakes up hungover as fuck with blurry memories of the night before the emotions lingering in his chest. 

Summary | Next Chapter

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on JJK chapter 271 - the last chapter (spoilers)

I did a live reading of this chapter you can find here if you're interested how my panel per panel thoughts progressed while reading it 😄

This very last chapter we start where we left off in ch 270: with the mission where the woman can't see the face of her boyfriend correctly anymore.

The first year trio are hard at work thinking through their options on what to do and how to pull that curse user out of hiding. We get a new sort of funny faces from the idiot duo, for them at least, I think these faces appeared in the Kenjaku/Takaba fight as well

The trio enacts their plan now and they catch the perpetrator really fast. Nobara does some funny yet unnecessary property damage in the process and we first get a cool panel of her and Yuji together than another silly panel of them not able to see their faces properly.

The perpetrator btw is a no name never before seen character created just for this mission so the guys can have one last low stakes adventure together.

We get a Gojo flashback giving Yuji a talk, saying his students should become better than him and forget him too, at least one of them. It isn't out of character for Gojo to say that but the placement and the build up for it is somewhat unsatisfying.

Yuji shows how he internalized Gojo's last words by encouraging the criminal to be better.

We get a cool Megumi pose with Kon after he showed us why he was the brains in the group but unfortunately that's basically it for him. Even though he was possessed and tortured by Sukuna for a month there is nothing left of that on him except superficial scars.

When Sukuna took him over Megumi was turned into an object meant to suffer. Now it feels like he's still that: an object but this time meant to be happy in a forcefully conflict free way.

When the readers believed in the dream theory, elements like that was where our thoughts came from. This forceful happy ending for everyone, a genre shift from what JJK had been at this point 🤔

Now we get a surprise Mahito and Sukuna interaction in the space before souls move on. Their conversation is interesting as is the reference to Sukuna's past and what he chose for himself.

In a way it was always apparent that Sukuna was bullshitting the people around him when he talked about himself and what others should do and not. For me it was the speech he gave to Yuji after possessing Megumi about how Yuji should stifle his misery because he was born low.

That immediately stood in stark contrast to what he later said to Kashimo about being born unwanted and cursed because now he admitted that he was in Yuji's position once too and still he developed that insanely arrogant self image.

My problem here is that this interaction references things that were not implied before like what his two paths above were supposed to be. Every time I look at that I get new ideas on what it could've been he's talking about.

It's good to have room for interpretation on someone's backstory. But to this degree it's just confusing. I thought the woman on the left is his mother, others said it could be Kenjaku or Yorozu. Whoever that is, the meaning of what Sukuna says changes drastically here.

His relationship and history with Uraume is also insufficiently explored. This scene unfortunately does not have the emotional impact it could've had if Gege had planted the correct seeds previously.

Sukuna walking away from the curse that represents human hatred however is meaningful. That part was halfway build up during the Yorozu fight when Sukuna said he would be willing to accept defeat.

We get the end of the manga the way it started: with Sukuna's last finger back in a box in a small shrine. It's poetic but the path towards it, these last chapters and the last arcs...

...it felt underwhelming, not gonna lie. Towards this ending were those unneeded scenes with the NSS and even the majority of this chapter was unnecessary and wasted time. What could've been a better last chapter than this while still hitting all the same beats would've been one solely from Sukuna's point of view.

Sukuna from before his birth, his infancy, his childhood. Showing us the path he talks about here. Giving us a glimpse on what the Calamity was, his relationship with Uraume, showing us why he accepted Kenjaku's offer. Then the canon timeline but all of it from his view. His thoughts on Megumi while he possessed him. Even the talk Yuji had with Gojo could've been shown because of the established resonance between Yuji and Sukuna.

Then should come his talk with Mahito. Then we would've understood and sympathized with it without problems .

We did not need the trio's last mission. The end scene of ch 270 was enough to make us imagine that mission on our own. This chapter could've been about sth with more meaning and the exact ending of it could've still been achieved without problems, all e.g. with Sukuna's last thoughts narrated over the happy faces of Gojo's students 😣

Overall I liked the chapter but I felt like sth was missing from this entire ending. It was safe for Gege to write I guess but it was also boring in a lost potential kind of way...

...and then I see that fucking time on that one panel and I think again about Gege wanting to troll us!

That's the same time we saw in ch 269 and I have no idea what it's supposed to mean. So now I'll make one last fucked up prediction, partly meant to be serious, mostly meant to entertain me these last few hours before the official gets released:

The digital release of chapter 271 is going to be a different chapter than the magazine release.

Why???? Because wtf not?? Shueisha and Gege probably too hate the leaks and don't you think this is only a problem in the anglosphere. Of course the Japanese side distributes these leaks around as well. From one small glimpse I saw, Japanese fans are wondering if JJK was cancelled because of this ending.

It would also fit with the dream theory or just my own thoughts from above about a differently structured last chapter.

So like, why not troll the fanbase? Many of whom have shown with Gojo's death chapter how they can't keep their eyes away from the leaks. Previously my own thoughts had been that WSJ could release final chapters like this exclusively on digital first to nip the leak problem in the bud.

But like, don't take this theory too seriously 😄

[pipedreame]

DPXDC Dead on Main — Justice is Swift (Vengeance is Sweet) Master Post

Summary —

Danny knew life in Gotham wouldn’t be quiet, it was literally Crime Capitol after all, but he didn’t expect to catch the attention of the entire squad of Bat Vigilantes as his civilian self or make friends with the Wayne family, and he sure as hell didn’t mean to kill The Joker on live television as Phantom, effectively drawing the attention of the entire city and what was left of the rogue GIW group… Fantastic.

(Okay, so he totally did mean to kill that clown freak, but only because he decided to take his little sister hostage as some twisted way to get at Batman… Sue him.)

OR

Danny trying (and spectacularly failing) to lay low in Gotham while simultaneously attempting to be a regular college student. As always, his life is a mess.

Relationships —

Danny/Jason, Tim/Bernard/Kon, Sam/Tucker/Val

background: Dick/Wally, Bruce/Clark, Damian/Jon

Directory —

AO3 || Ch. 1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3

Ch.1 Shitposts || Ch.2 Shitposts || Ch.3 Shitposts

Current Progress Report —

Ch.3 posted Sunday 1/21 (~7.5k words)

Ch.4 progress ~5k words

[vinelark]

cant wait for kon and jason working together they were so good in ch 2. i know it wont happen but i have an image of kon accidentally revealing that he broke up with tim for robin and jason does a spit take like "you did fucking WHAT." and then kon's like "why do you care" and jason's like "first of all i don't. second of all i'm not telling you SHIT because you're an idiot" and kon's like "telling me what" and jason's like "EXACTLY". i have fanfic of your fanfic in my head if that's not clear.

in your fanfic of my fanfic jason would nnnneever let kon live that down. ammunition for life

(good news is “why do you care”/“first of all i don’t” is still the vibe for their sequence and i had a blast writing it 💪)

[hyperblue]

— She is also intersex. She has PAIS, a syndrome of partial insensitivity to androgens. She is identified at birth as a boy because her genitals look male and the Drake family needs a male heir.

— She seemed to know that she was different from the boys. There is a lot in this, subtle or conspicuous - she sits quietly in a corner, clutching a teddy bear to her chest, watching her mother in fascination while other boys rush after each other with toy swords.

She differs from other boys in appearance, thin and relatively short, while the rest already reach their mothers' shoulders, and their muscles are strong and sinewy. She looks like her mother. Even Jack notices it-her lush dark hair, her lilac-blue eyes, her thin soft body, even the way she smiles or how beautifully her swan neck bends when she bends over a book.

— She has been longing for a child since childhood, dreams about it most often, it's a little girl, occasionally a boy, sometimes even twins. In dreams, she is an adult and looks even more like her mother, but Janet would never look like this - a simple dress, bare feet in soft socks, carelessly gathered hair. She rocks a bundle in her arms from which a tiny hand reaches out to her, she cradles a crying baby and baby calms down squeezes a tiny face into her neck.

Sometimes she is only pregnant with her child - she is sitting by the fireplace, and the fabric of her dress hugs her stomach, she gently holds her hand on it and looks lovingly at the man standing in the doorway, her love and the father of her child. He is faceless, but she always feels love for him.

— She buys her own things, necessities and her own wishes from an early age, at the age of 7, her Father simply entrusts her with her own card and tells her to use it wisely. She obeys him. All her clothes are actually girlish, even T-shirts and shorts.

She always dresses at home when the housekeeper comes, a kind grandmother with smiling wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She puts on a T-shirt dress and shorts.

Her hair is always long, but not too long to pay attention to, their gently curling tips touch her neck. Janet calls her Mom's boy with a smile.

— Her body reacts to testosterone and other male hormones with great reluctance and somehow. She has a light light fuzz on her body, a slightly low voice and she grows tall. She or her parents have to say that she is a boy because everyone who meets her for the first time calls her a girl. She doesn't want to dissuade them.

— She makes the transition after her mother's death and while her father is in a coma. Bruce, her guardian, is incredibly gentle and understanding, besides he is already the father of Elissa Adelia Grayson.

It feels like a sweet relief, as if she was standing on the edge, immoderately changing from foot to foot and finally she took a step forward, and soared into the sky, spreading her wings.

— She falls in love with Kon-El, Conner Kent, Superboy, her best friend and her soulmate abruptly and unexpectedly. It's just that one day, in his presence, her heart does her sister's signature somersault and she wants his strong but gentle hand to squeeze hers. He appears in her dreams, he is her beloved husband and the father of her child. She holds her hand on her stomach, Kon hugs her.

— When Bruce, her father, her Kon, Bart are dead, she feels her mind bursting at the seams under the onslaught of grief and pain. She collects Kon's things, everything could keep his pieces in. She thinks it's wrong...

— She holds her hand on the warm glass, the soft greenish liquid gently sparkles, two tiny embryos, viable and developing, seem to react to this, react to her. She puts her other hand on her stomach, a ghostly warmth warms her from the inside. Everything is almost as she dreamed, only Kon is not around.

she is everything to me. you can't even imagine she is everything to me

whenever i thought about tim as a girl in the context of this au, i always ended up thinking that in that case, cloning a child wouldn't be a mistake/accident but rather a planned and expected outcome, so you've pretty much guessed my own headcanons

(I'd sooo read a fic about her. scratch that I'd write a fic about her if could still write but oh well)

[kon-igi]

Kon, posso chiederle cosa pensa della vicenda di Chiara, la ragazza di Traversetolo? Io attorno sento tanto schifo, tante dita che puntano, che la guardando da dietro, ma, dentro me, non so perché, quasi, mi sento più che altro… colpevole, affianco a lei.

C'è molto buio in questo deposito di dinamite... aspetta che accendo una candela per fare luce!

Ecco l'effetto del tuo ask.

Naturalmente tu sei incolpevole e non minimamente responsabile di questo

ma c'è stata sincronicità di eventi e momenti, per cui la questione arriva proprio quando avevo una cava di ghiaia da togliere dalle scarpe.

Dunque,

a livello etologico siamo fatti per giudicare gli altri.

Il giudizio ci permette di distinguere la persona affidabile da quella inaffidabile, poi che l'affidabilità sia solo percepita/immaginata/distorta riguarda il fatto che una volta erano differenti i valori per cui una persona era degna di fiducia e considerazione.

Ma noi rimaniamo ipergiudicanti, proprio per una questione di sopravvivenza sociale: dobbiamo poter riconoscere l'individuo deviante dalla normalità per difenderci da esso e continuare a essere normali.

'Nemmeno gli animali uccidono i propri figli!' disse quello il cui unico animale accudito è stato un tamagotchi nel 1998.

Ora, Traversetolo dista 9 chilometri da casa mia e io ho sentito parlare dell'accaduto le 252 donne che le hanno fatto da baby sitter, i 5700 genitori della sua migliore amica del cuore, i vicini di casa del suo psichiatra incredulo e tutti quelli che 'Salutava sempre ma in effetti girava col badile'.

La domenica dopo la scoperta, il famosissimo mercato settimanale di Traversetolo era tipo così

E indovinate un po' il pane chi è andato a comprarlo all'Indian Market dove perlomeno la moglie di Singh Sukhwinder ti guarda con un silenzio incazzato 365 giorni all'anno, Ganesha Caturthi compreso?

A me non interessa sapere alcunché di Chiara Petrolini perché ho imparato che conviene fare sempre due cose di fronte a certi accadimenti

1) TACERE

2) FARE UN PASSO INDIETRO

Se il primo punto è abbastanza intuitivo - lasciate agli interlocutori l'illusione di una vostra genialità non espressa - il secondo è un po' più complicato e riguarda il concetto secondo il quale CAUSA ED EFFETTO NON SONO MAI VICINI TRA LORO NELLO SPAZIO E NEL TEMPO e quindi, mentre si tace, possiamo usare le nostre funzioni corticali superiori per meglio comprendere il contesto, l'ambiente, le pulsioni, le fragilità, le imposizioni, i vuoti, le paure e la sofferenza di quella persona che viene giudicata in modo così netto e ipocrita da chi sogna il ritorno a una società che non c'è mai stata così come la si vorrebbe rivivere.

Sei colpevole?

No, sei responsabile.

Non della morte di quei due bambini e non di quella responsabilità che sottende un giudizio di colpevolezza ma di quello che dobbiamo gli uni agli altri.

Badate, potete anche pensare di non dovere un cazzo di nulla a nessuno perché già è difficile sopravvivere senza bruciarsi i peli del culo, figuriamoci sentirsi responsabili di quella manica di stronzi irrispettosi ed egoisti che venderebbero corda in casa dell'impiccato dicendo che però è intrecciata in Italia.

Però

se provate a fare un passo indietro può darsi che riusciate a cogliere il momento esatto in cui voi siete riusciti e qualcun altro no, in cui voi avete fatto lo scatto finale verso la vittoria ma dietro avete sentito il tonfo a terra di un'altra persona.

Perché non siamo così importanti, centrali o speciali.

Tu che mi leggi potresti sentire come ultima cosa un rumore di lamiera lacerata e poi più nulla, un dolore fortissimo in mezzo alla fronte e poi il buio. O, peggio, dissolverti nel corpo e nel cuore nella lontananza di chi cammina nella luce, una persona vecchia piena di rimpianti e vuoti che saluta il suo mondo senza ricevere neanche un cenno o una lacrima.

Per me è difficile continuare a scrivere senza arrabbiarmi perché sarei anche un po' stanchino di fare quei passi indietro e vedere quelle semplici soluzioni che nessuno vuole ascoltare, perché ciò implicherebbe tacere e fare un passo indietro.

Ma troppe volte le persone sono terrorizzate dal silenzio e pensano che se si fermano nella loro fuga da dolore, il dolore sarà l'unica cosa che gli rimarrà.

Vabbe', un abbraccio e... lunghi giorni e piacevoli notti <3

[robintimate]

skirt around the issue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62307565

Fandom: DCU

Pairing: Tim Drake-Wayne/Kon-el | Conner Kent

Word Count: 3.9k [ch. 1 - 1.9k] [ch. 2 - 2k]

Tags: Cross-dressing Tim Drake, Misunderstandings, Getting Together, Light Angst, Complete

Premise:

She was the hottest girl Kon had ever seen.

Granted, he hadn't really been alive long enough for it to count but hey, he had seen a lot of girls in that short period, okay? And this one? She was drop dead gorgeous, like a supermodel, and Kon had no idea why his heart seemed to be beating faster just by looking at her from across the room.

He briefly contemplated not doing anything and just ignoring her existence but that was the exact second she looked up in his direction. Her blue eyes widened by a fraction before she gave a soft, small smile and turned away to continue the conversation she was having with her friend. Kon could only see a part of her profile now, most of it hidden by the long curtain of slightly wavy black hair that complemented her pale skin wonderfully under the disco lights.

If just seeing her was enough to get his heart beating faster, seeing her smile was enough to make it stop. Kon didn't stand a chance.

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or, the one in which Kon sees Tim while he's in disguise for a mission, doesn't know it's him, gets a crush, has a sexuality crisis, and gets a boyfriend- all in that order.

[worldmets]

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