#dc been getting on my nerves lately

[azuree1733]

🦇I can’t render hair🦇

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

hi can you do a bruce wayne fic where readers back is pressed to his chest and he’s fucking her so hard and rough while also rubbing and occasionally slapping her clit and reader is just so far gone in pleasure? thank you so so much!! 💗💗

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NSFW

I don't have a title for this, it's just... pure filth.

Basically just Bruce fucking out his frustration <3

Sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 😚

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Your brain was mush and all of your nerve endings were on fire as a breathtaking euphoria flooded your veins, fogging all your senses.

Bruce had been on edge lately, having to deal with not only the idiots at Wayne Enterprises but also Scarecrow running rampant in Gotham at the most inconvenient times, it seemed.

He had come home with a scowl on his face, stomping into the Manor and snatching you away from your cozy spot on the couch, dragging you to the bedroom.

The room was hot, filled with the smell of sex, and you could swear you could see the windows fogging up from the corner of your eye.

Bruce was underneath you, panting and sweating, one arm firmly pressed between your exposed tits right up against your sternum, with the hand wrapped around your throat while is cock was nestled deep inside of you, pouding you into tomorrow, it felt like.

Every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, and his other hand between your thighs rubbing your puffy clit made you see stars.

You cried out for him, grasping onto whatever part you could reach to ground yourself. Bruce was fucking all of his frustration and tension into you, grunting on your ear, using the hand around your neck as leverage to pull you back down on his dick.

You couldn't keep track of how many orgasms he'd pulled out of you already, but you knew this wasn't the last one.

Tears of ecstasy pricked in the corners of your eyes and your head fell back against his strong shoulder, your bones melting into jelly.

"B-..Bruce, I can't-" You heaved, trying to get some oxygen in your lungs.

"Just one more for me, yeah, honey? I need this... I'll treat you so good after... please.." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as you clenched around him.

You were reduced to moans and mewls, trying to keep yourself from slipping away.

Your skin felt clammy and shiver ran through you when the tip of his cock ever so slightly nudged your cervix.

"God, yes.." Bruce moaned through clenched teeth.

His hand left your clit, a whine falling from your lips at the loss of stimulation.

His hand came down between your thighs, landing a slap on your bundle of nerves.

You squealed, your eyes widneding at the new sensation. It was a delicious mix of pleasure and twinge of pain that had your legs shaking.

"Oh shit... please do that again!" You begged through heavy breaths.

Bruce chuckled breathlessly, continuing to give your clit small slaps, grunting when your cunt constricted around him. Your nth orgasm was bubbling up in your belly, euphoria gnawing on your bones.

"I'm gonna-... fuck!" You mewled, your whole body convulsing as the coil in your stomach snapped, and you came around him.

A moan got caught in his throat, and with a few hard thrusts, Bruce spilled inside of you, filling your sore pussy with his cum.

He slacked against the bed, taking you with him.

Rolling you over so you were comfortably resting on your side, he wrapped his arms around you and littered sweet kisses all over your shoulder and neck.

"I'm sorry, baby... I needed to get it out. I love you." He murmured into your skin, making you let out a sleepy giggle.

"I'd love a bath..." you mumbled, your face pressed halfway into a pillow.

"Whatever you want, my love."

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I know it's short, I'm sorry 😭

More of my works -> 💫

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Lmk if you want to be added/removed 😚🩷

DC taglist is currently Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, and Dick Grayson.

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[melloollem]

Before The Great Fall|| Jason Todd (Robin) × No reader gender

Summary: You and Jason have become friends because you have a habit of walking around the city at night and Robin has a habit of taking you home.

Warnings: Comfort, teenage Jason Todd, slight flirting (The relationship is much more of a friendship), English is not my native language.

(DC masterlist)

"Where are you going so late?" A sudden voice said, making you stop abruptly and look up, trying to find its speaker, Robin. You wondered if Batman forced him to train that voice, it was so distinctive.

"Aren't you too young to be walking alone so late?" You hadn't found him yet, but now he seemed to be coming from a different, closer place. You turned your head in various directions trying to find him. "Aren't you too young to go out at night to beat up criminals?" You retorted, already frustrated by his behavior, wondering if he was going to show up.

"I'm here" Jason was enjoying how lost you looked. Before you had a chance to locate him, he dashed to your side, you turned away abruptly at the sudden appearance, the boy laughed, it was something that never lost its funny "It's never too early to start fighting crime" His voice tried to copy some kind of charm, the kind seen in movies. Now it was your turn to laugh. "If you say so," you shrugged, finding Jason's behavior hilarious.

Your reaction confused him, had you liked it? He dismissed the question with a shake of his head. "So... where are you going?" You thought about giving him an acid answer, but gave up because of how interested he seemed. "Flat tire," you said with a sigh of defeat. Jason's gaze fell on the bicycle you were carrying next to your body. It was so old that he wondered if it had really worked before the flat tire. You raised an eyebrow as you realized how much he was staring at the object in your hand.

The vigilante grabbed your bike and turned the other way. Your eyes followed the scene with attention and displeasure. "Are you going home" He answered your silent question, receiving a roll of the eyes from you. "There's no crime going on? Do you really need to keep an eye on me?" You haven't moved an inch.

"It's Gotham, it probably is" He shrugged simplistically "But tonight this is my area and if you're in it, I have to make sure you're safe" You didn't want to go home, but there was no point in arguing with Robin or he'd win, or his defeat wouldn't matter and you'd do as he said. You let out a sigh before hurrying to catch up with him. "If some super villain is following you and I'm about to die tonight, I hope you die with me," you complained walking alongside him, Robin laughed.

The two of you walked in silence. Now that you no longer had to look around, you let your thoughts take over, but Robin snapped you out of it by asking, "Where were you going so late?" You rolled your eyes at how insistent he could be. A stupid grin took over your face as you said, "I was going after crime, I'm..." You couldn't think of a hero's name fast enough to complete your joke.

"If you're a crime fighter, you'll lack appropriate attire" He looked you up and down, and you found his insinuation a little offensive. " Said Robin in his underwear," you whispered, but it didn't go unnoticed by him, who pushed you slightly with his body. His first choice of look hadn't been the best, whatever, Couldn't you forget that?

"I'm just kidding," you said when you noticed the boy's new bad mood, but your voice still sounded provocative. It was your favorite pastime to get on the vigilante's nerves.

"Answer my question" You rolled your eyes. "You're very nosy, don't you think?" Before he had a chance to respond, you added, "I didn't have an exact destination, I just went out to think for a while." Robin's eyes went down to your hands and the anxious way you waved them.

He hated the way that whenever things got bad at home, you left for Gotham without considering the dangers. He wanted to say something comforting about your family situation, but he knew you'd only get uncomfortable and try to change the conversation.

"You shouldn't do that, it's dangerous," Jason scolded you, even though he knew it wouldn't change your attitude. You couldn't walk around the city thinking that he would always show up to save you in any situation, you only believed that because it was what had been happening for months.

"Why not? That's how we met, you should be grateful to finally have some friends" You returned to your amused tone. He narrowed his eyes at how astute you were at changing the topic, but decided to let it go.

"You're not part of my personal life, why do you always assume that I don't have any other friends?" The answer came out in a monotone, he didn't know why he was still trying to fight you. "Who would want to be friends with a boy who goes out at night to fight crime? That's a sign of insanity to me," you said as if it were obvious.

"I don't think you understand the meaning of secret identity" He used his free hand to point at the mask covering his face, and you decided not to answer him.

The journey went smoothly, soon you'd be home. Jason thought you wouldn't say anything the whole way, but you did. "Do you think there's any chance of me getting out of Gotham?" The way you looked at him surprised Jason, like someone who thought he really had the answer to everything.

"Maybe, well, do you really want that?" The way his voice sounded more natural didn't go unnoticed by you. "I wish, but it seems that no one can escape Gotham, really escape." The simplicity of your speech made your lack of hope evident.

"Gotham has the lowest real estate prices in the region" Jason justified the phenomenon. You raised an eyebrow, expecting something more motivating from him, shouldn't he be a hero?

"You can be the one to change that" That was the wittiest and most realistic thing he could say, you accepted it gladly, at least he had tried.

"At least, if I stay, you'll have some friends" You brushed aside the seriousness of the conversation, not prepared to deal with it. He laughed quickly, with no chance to retort before he heard a call in his ear. You recognized the tension in his face, knowing there was some crime going on nearby.

"I'm in." You caught his attention, pointing your head towards your apartment, which was just ahead of you. "You can go." You took his bike and continued on your way. "Be careful, Robin." You shouted without bothering to look back, knowing he wasn't there.

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This writing is intended to imitate those movies in which the characters just walk around while having a dynamic and intimate conversation. I hope you enjoy the relationship I build with Jason.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

On the Highway

18+ MINORS DNI because Eddie is a devil of a stripper.

"Oh my God, I can't believe we're doing this," Steve said.

"You wanted to know, didn't you?" Robin asked.

"Only because you pointed out that it's not exactly straight to check out everyone's butt," Steve said.

"Because it's not," Robin hissed.

Steve crossed his arms and slumped in his seat. They were both sitting in the far back of a male strip club in Indianapolis. Steve’s stomach was turning. He shouldn't be here. Oh. God. It was too late to leave, though. The show was staring, and the first of many acts came on. The music actually helped calm his nerves and focus on the performance. He had to admit that guy was a good dancer, but he was trying too hard muscle wise. He was definitely pretty, though, with exceptionally plump lips that Steve could definitely nibble on. . .okay, so maybe Robin was onto something. The performances were great, but they really didn't do a whole lot for him except make his stomach flutter. Although the previous act did make his cock twitch a little. It's wasn't until the very last act that Steve got his official confirmation.

"Introducing. . . SATAN'S SLUT. . .," the announcer introduced. "Really? Come on. Why am I friends with you? Oh, shit, I forgot to turn off the mic."

Highway to Hell by AC/DC started blasting from the speakers. A man with long dark curly hair burst forth from the curtains. He wore a long red cloak, a devil's mask, and black heels. Sliver rings glinted on his hands, his nails painted black. His hands went to his throat. Steve watched, enraptured as the man whipped off his cloak and threw it into the crowd. Oh, god, he was wearing a red thong, and his nipples were pierced. He also had tattoos. A weird looking old witch on his chest as well as a spider, bats on his arm, and some sort of puppet on a string on his forearm. His body was perfectly soft and pale. His long, skinny legs worked well with the black heels. Steve could imagine running his hands up those perfect legs, trailing up to cup his . . . Woah, his pants just got a little tighter.

The man started moving and dancing. He moved in a way that seemed physically impossible. Like a cat, he seemed like he was both a solid and liquid. He moved harshly against the pole, his hips thrusting in tandem with the song. Steve gulped, imagining his hands grasping the man's small hips as the man grinded against Steve. There was something familiar about the way the man moved, the way he moved his hands about. . .did Steve know this man? No, the world was small, but it wasn't that small. The man jumped around, his heels slapping into the floor as he turned his back to the crowd. He had a flaming sword tattoo on his back, slotting perfectly along his spine. The man peeled off his mask, held it out beside him, and dropped it. A woman was quick to grab it and slip some bills into the man's g string, letting her hands linger on the man. It caused the announcer to speak up.

"You get one warning, lady. Don't touch. Causing I'm telling you now this asshole bites and not in a kinky kind of way. As in, he'll break the skin and leave a permanent scar all because you ate his goddamn pretzels," the announcer said.

"Frankie!" The stripper yelled.

"Right, shutting up," Frankie said.

The stripper turned his head over his shoulder to give the crowd his best come hither look. Steve’s heart jolted in his chest. Oh, shit. The man he's been lusting after was none other than Eddie Munson. His brown eyes popped under the dark eyeshadow that he had painted across his eyelids. How had he not noticed how beautiful his eyes were?

"Yeah, I'm definitely a lesbian," Robin said, her hand over her eyes.

"And I - I am definitely not straight," Steve said. "I got to take a piss."

When Steve came back to their table, Robin gave him a look of disbelief.

"I know what you did in there," Robin said. "Gross."

"You mean, use the restroom?" Steve scoffed, blushing.

"You've got jizz on your pants, by the way," she said.

"Shit, I thought I was careful!" Steve said, looking down. "Oh, fuck you."

"Made you look! You totally did it, and the guy with devil mask? Really?" Robin asked. "Let's go so we can go back to your house so we can properly judge your taste in men."

The ride back to Hawkins was silent except for the radio playing in the background. They quickly settled into the living room.

"You didn't see his face, did you?" Steve asked.

"No, I was too busy drifting off into La La Land," Robin said.

"Robin! It was Eddie Munson!" Steve exclaimed.

"Oh, shit. As in leader of Hellfire, co-parent to your little boy genius?" Robin asked. "This is perfect! You guys already have kids together."

"Robin, we don't even know if he likes men," Steve said.

"Now, you understand my dilemma," she cackled.

"Yes, please revel in my misery," Steve said.

"That's what good friends do, Steve," Robin said. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously?"

"Yep!"

Steve was true to his word and did nothing about his attraction to Eddie Munson until spring break happened. He slowly started to get to know him in the middle of all hell breaking lose and he liked what he learned so far. He had no choice but to interact with him, and he really liked him. . .like really liked him. He had to do something about it now before it was too late.

The RV was parked in an open field, and everyone was outside, enjoying the sunlight before the big fight with Vecna. Steve discreetly watched Eddie slip inside the RV and waited a moment before following. Eddie had taken off his jacket and pulled his hair into a messy bun while he drank a bottle of water. Steve watched for a moment, blushing. Eddie capped the bottle and flashed him a dimpled smile.

"Hey, big boy."

Steve immediately tried to ignore the way that nickname made his stomach flutter.

"Can we talk?" Steve asked.

"Sure thing," Eddie said.

Eddie plopped on the couch and patted the seat next to him. Steve grinned and sat down next to Eddie.

"So, confession time. A few months ago, I came to realization about myself. Actually, Robin helped me with that. I wasn't exactly straight. I mean, I like men and women," Steve said, pausing.

"That's really great, Steve. Thanks for telling me, man," Eddie said, and Steve could have sworn he saw a little hope in his eyes. "Why are you telling me this?"

"A few months ago, Robin took me to a male strip club up in Indianapolis," Steve said.

"Damn, she really is your best friend, isn't she? . . . Wait. . .you saw my act, didn't you?" Eddie groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Look, man, I took the job because I needed to help my uncle out with the bills. He had an accident, and he needed help covering them."

"Eddie," Steve said, laughing as he removed his hands from his face. "I really liked it. . . I mean, I really liked it so much that I ended up. . . "

"What? You ended up doing what?" Eddie asked softly.

"I left right after your performance to go to the bathroom to, uh, take care of myself," Steve said. "I couldn't even approach you for months because you were all I could think about. Now, I'm starting to get to know you, and I want to continue to get to know you because - "

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop talking."

Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek and pressed his lips to Steve’s, kissing him softly. Steve responded immediately, placing his hand on Eddie's hip and pressing lips harshly against Eddie's. They moved together, and Eddie let Steve push him back on the couch. Steve squeezed his hips, and Eddie moaned into his mouth, carding his fingers into Steve’s hair. They broke apart quickly when they heard the door open and looked at Robin's guilty, shocked face for a moment before she disappeared. She slammed the door.

"Nothing to see here, kiddos!" Robin exclaimed. "Quick! Go get it!"

"Did you just throw a stick like we were fucking dogs?!" They heard Dustin shriek.

"Why did you go and fetch it, dumbass?" Max asked. "If you aren't a dog?"

Eddie and Steve sat up as they laughed. They leaned heavily against each other. Eddie laughed and kissed Steve’s cheek.

"I like you too, big boy," Eddie said.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Ooooo, requests are back open!! 🏃‍♂️

If you are still in the mood for some DC requests maybe Barry Allen x cat burglar!reader. Like he is super flexible, like former gymnast type orr stripper type

would be down for some smutty content too if you are in the mood 👀 totally down for just fluff stuff tho

Barry Allen x male reader

Headcanons

No smut in this one, since I just really wasn’t in the mood but wanted to write this anyways. I’ve been listening to a lot of limp bizkit lately, idk what that says about me though.

You would have met the first time during one of your robberies, he would definitely make some joke about how he thought the cat burglars were in Gotham.

You’d give him the runaround and somehow escape him even with his super speed, which gets on Barry’s nerves since that rarely happens, especially from someone who doesn’t have any meta powers.

He’s never been one to resolve all his issues with violence like other heroes, so he would want to know why you steal and if he can help you out of the situation you are in that is leading you to steal. It becomes flirty pretty quickly, especially when you use some of your flexibility to wrap your legs around his head, or around his waist.

He finds out you mainly steal to give back to the people, like a modern day robin hood. So whilst he appreciates the enthusiasm for what you do, he cant let you rob all the places you want as much as he thinks it’s a noble cause.

At some point your flirting becomes steamier and more real as you learn more about each other, and at some point, you stage thefts just to see him. You don’t even make it out of the place you’ve robbed before he’s there and meeting you.

Neither of you can really say how or when you started dating for real, maybe it was one day Barry was hurt and you took him back to your apartment and patched him up, or that time he had to take your mask off to make sure you didn’t have a concussion.

But one thing lead to another and you both kissed, and your chases became even more of a game, the people of central city soon learned that you didn’t really pose any threat and that the flash would be there soon enough.

It becomes a meme in town that it’s just foreplay for you two, that you both like to play that little game of yours before the flash scoops you up and takes you home. Of course, that part has never been proven, but it’s part of the joke.

Some of the league would be uncomfortable in the beginning with Barry dating you, but when they voice their opinions, he’s quick to point out just how many of them have done the exact same or dated even worse villains.

Bruce decides very smartly to not say a single thing, because he has his own cat based burglar he likes to play tag with across the rooftops.

You are of course good friends with Selina, you both being cat based and with an eye for high quality goods. You also like to share stories of your lovers, you about the flash and her about Batman.

You visit her in Gotham sometimes, and she will come to Central city every now and then, just so you two can hang out, go shopping, commit a couple of thefts. Selina ends up loving Barry and says he’s just right for you, which makes your blonde lover blush.

Barry himself is pretty flexible in my opinion, but you are on a whole other level. You two like to exercise together or do yoga, so when you can pull off the super difficult poses he Is amazed and wants you to teach him.

There’s been multiple times during your games of chase that you have swung around poles and used it to change the direction you were running in, or have caught Barry with your legs whilst still holding onto the pole.

The two of you will never tell anybody, but you have most definitely given Barry a show or two with what you know on the pole, and he is a very enthusiastic viewer.

At some point you two are caught kissing by the public and it becomes like a secret only the people of central city know, but they honestly aren’t surprised at this point.

You end up becoming more of an anti-hero or vigilante, just stealing from the corrupt and only ever going after the normal persons items when you want to play with Flash on slow nights. You give large majority of the money you make back to the public to better the city for those who don’t have much, so you end up having fans too.

You end up meeting the league at some point, having to join during a meeting because they could truly use your expertise. Instead of sitting in the chair they offer you, you sit down in Barry’s lap which he just smiles about, looking almost as red as his suit.

Nightwing and other heroes who rely a lot on gymnastics end up going to you for advice because of how skilled you are, so you become a more permanent part of the league as you train others on how to use gymnastics and their bodies during battle, and in exchange you get some other training yourself.

You never become an official member of the league, because you don’t want too. But they get used to seeing you together with Barry, and they get especially used to you draping yourself all over the speedster like a big lazy cat, which always makes him flush.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Eight: Pain in the Head

I hung out with Tim's friends and worked on character sheets. I spent three hours there before I told Tim I had to go. I had a great time. Don't get me wrong. But I was nauseous and didn't want to be sick at his house. Ives planned on sleeping over at Tim's place, so I didn't have to feel bad about leaving him home alone. I got a ride to the manor, and Bruce sat on the porch waiting for me as soon as I arrived. "Where have you been?" Bruce asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, Bruce... Can I go inside now?" I asked.

"You're pale," Bruce replied.

I wanted to lie down and nap, but I could tell Bruce didn't plan on letting things go. I didn't have the time or energy to explain myself, so I did what any reasonable teenager would do. I made myself throw up and burst into tears. "Jason," Bruce sighed before helping me to the family room. He couldn't accuse me of anything while I was sick. That and throwing up stopped the onset of a migraine.

"I'm so sorry, Bruce-."

"It's fine... When is the last time you took-. I swore I wouldn't ask you that," Bruce replied.

"I didn't think I needed them anymore... I thought I'd been feeling better lately," I replied. Bruce felt my forehead.

"I've been home for two days, and you-. Jason, I'm sorry for walking out on you. I wasn't trying to hurt you... I'm-. Our bond is different from the bond I have with anyone else. I'm holding on for dear life with you... And I know I'm losing you. I feel like you're slipping away when I look at you.

"I can't take the thought of knowing you suffered because I chose to leave you alone that day. Jason, you're so precious to me... And I'm terrified that if I let you talk about what happened, you'll say what I've been most afraid to hear," Bruce confessed. I wasn't in the mood for a serious conversation, but he was finally willing to speak about what happened to me.

"I don't hate you... And I don't blame you for what happened. I've been trying to tell you all this time," I paused, "I'm sure Dick told you I wanna die sometimes... But you don't realize what I have to experience every day."

Bruce exhaled through his nose. "Go ahead..."

"I wake up under debris almost every day... And then I lie about my nerve pain, which I know everyone can see. By the time I get to the mirror, I'm already so disheartened by the countless efforts I've made to appear normal that I barely notice my scars anymore. When I shower, my skin still hurts like the burns are fresh, and I want to cry, but if I do, I'd never get anything done. Then, I come down for breakfast... And sometimes the medications I'm on make me so sick I don't want to eat, but I know I'd be worse off if I didn't.

"Then I go to school, and you wouldn't believe what they say about me," I swallowed hard.

"Jason-."

"But I endure it because I know I have to... What I can't stomach is the isolation. Don't ice me out, Bruce," I begged. Bruce sighed.

"I don't know how-. I can't pretend that almost losing you didn't change the entire way I had to look at our life. You can't be Robin anymore, Jason, and I feel awful for having to take that away from you," Bruce whispered.

"You're saying our, but you mean mine. How can you expect me to step down from being Robin when you can't even walk away from being Batman?" I asked.

"Jason, it's been over a year, and you're still healing. I can't risk putting you out in the field again. Gotham needs Batman-."

"Bullshit," I snapped.

"Language-." "Oh! Go to hell! I told you about all my issues, thinking you would finally see me, and I realized you're no better than the rest of them!" I yelled. I couldn't help but get mad. I should've seen it coming. He'd never had the guts to say it, but I knew this was his way of shutting me out for good. It pissed me off. I threw my crutches and hobbled upstairs.

"Jason! Jason, you can't-!"

"Screw you!" I yelled as I went to my room. I slammed the door and packed my bag. I almost forgot I felt sick. He saw me as weak. That was the worst thing he could've ever opened his mouth to admit. He was no better than everyone that gaped and gawked at me. I was his walking tragedy, and I'd be damned if I let him treat me like a ghost.

I started packing with tears in my eyes. I wanted to get out of there before I said something vile. "Jason, don't be like this! Please come out and talk to me-."

"Bruce, I need to get the hell away from you before I say something I regret!" I hollered. "And I guarantee that if you follow me, I will never come home! Leave my crutches and get away from me!" I sat down and texted Tim. He was the only person I could trust at that moment. I asked him to come to get me, and he texted me immediately. I waited in my room until Tim texted me, and I left my bedroom. Bruce left my crutches in front of the door and retreated like always. I slung my duffel across my body like a messenger bag, hoping it wouldn't throw me off balance.

I swung the door open and left it like that. Tim took my bag and opened his mouth to ask if I was okay, but he kept quiet. It was for the best because I was in a particularly heinous mood. I fell asleep in the car and woke up in Tim's guest room. He was on the floor with Ives, eating pizza. My head throbbed, and I felt sicker than I did earlier. Ives glanced at me and got up to turn the lights down. "Sorry, were we too loud?" Ives questioned.

"No, I-. How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Thirty minutes... Maybe an hour," Tim answered, "Do you need an aspirin?"

I pressed my palms against my eyelids. "No thanks... Tim, do you-? Who carried me in?" I asked.

"We both did. Tim got you out of the car but wasn't strong enough to get you up the stairs. It was a team effort," Ives answered, "You're heavier than you look." I let out a soft chuckle despite the pounding in my head.

"Know how I asked you to move in with me?" I questioned. "Could it still work if it were the other way around?"

"You wanna live here?" Tim asked. I nodded. "Alright." I was shocked. I thought he'd say no, but he looked thrilled.

[spaceaudyssey]

It's time for me to talk about my experience on my birthday and at the Fontaines DC Concert on 10/18 in Washington DC

This is gonna be extreeeemely long because I have so much to say and I want to write it down to remember. The concert part of the story I will make very obvious.

I found out in May that they were going to be in Washington DC on my Birthday. I live 3 and a half hours away from there. I don't know if I would have been fully set on going if it wasn't on my Birthday, but since it was I HAD to go. I had only just become a fan of theirs last winter, but I was already so invested in this band for some reason. They had everything that I had been searching for in a band. So I asked my husband, if he could buy the tickets for me as a birthday present.

And it was all I thought about for months, because I was that excited for it

So on the day of, we drove to the DC area in the morning. Check in, to our hotel, wasn't until 3:00 so we killed time at Tysons Corner Mall. I didn't see anything there worth buying, but time did fly by. We went and got a late lunch At Kura sushi in Tysons. It's a rotating sushi place. That was a lot of fun. I've never been to one of those before. I got a pop socket for my phone from the little prize thing you get when you take an x number of plates or whatever. So cool

Then we stopped at the hotel to check in and take a nap because we are in our 30s. I probably could have stayed up the whole time but hubby was worried about it so we napped. The concert wasn't until 10pm.

Got up around 6 and got ready for the concert. I had made a shirt for the concert. It's in another post on my page somewhere. Then we made the walk down to the venue. We were going to drive initially but since the hotel has valet parking, we couldn't really get the car back until we check out. The walk wasn't too bad.

So, here's the thing (that was intended) I was expecting it to be how it was last time I went to a concert at the 9:30 club, where people stood in line and it was generally quiet everywhere else. I was wrong. Howard University had their homecoming weekend the same weekend as the concert. I thought it was just an event at a building somewhere when I first heard about it, but no, it was exactly what it was, students coming back to school and going out on the town. So a good number of food places and such were packed, and there were people everywhere. Which is totally fine, college students have every right to be out and have fun, it was just unfortunate that the concert was that weekend. BUT the food place right next door to the venue looked like it had some space there to eat so we went there. We shared a bowl though, because we were not that hungry, but we knew we needed to eat something. I got a beer because I needed to calm my nerves down. I was wondering if I would casually spot the band somewhere, as they tend to go to pubs and such before a show, but on this busy night, I doubt it.

After we were done, we could see people lining up for the concert so we got out and stood in line. While we were waiting, a car on the street ran into a guy on a bike. We heard a loud crash sound(?, hard to explain, it was like a thud, but a car thud?) and ambulances came. People stood around the guy but we couldn't see him because the car was in the way. From what I heard I think he was okay, alive at least. There were some people in front of us that were talking, and then we hear, "wait, this isn't the line for the so-n- so concert (can't remember the guys name now) ? I guess the two girls in front of us thought this was the line for the concert for the previous show, and didn't realize it was the line for fontaines. So they left the line, and we stood behind this other couple in line. They looked like they had left from work to come here, but not in a bad way, they dressed professionally almost, with nice coats and all. But I also think that's general DC vibes, as most work government jobs. The dude had an English accent. They both were very nice. I had a headband in my hand that said "it's my birthday" in it. It was silver. A woman walking down the street walks by and sees it in my hand and asks if it was my birthday, and I say yeah, and she says "happy birthday!!! ". It caught me off guard, because I wasn't wearing it and forgot it was in my hand. The couple I front heard and wished me happy birthday as well.

The English guy said that it was nice that I got to see them on my birthday, and that they were a great band. And I was like "yeah! I just discovered them last year on tik Tok, and I thought they were really good!!!". The Woman said "oh okay, yeah, Grian (she pronounced it like "Bryan" 😂) Chatten has something weird going on that just does it for me (not sure if those were the exact words but you get the point) I'm into whatever it is". I go "yeah!" Because I get what shes saying about weird, but like a good weird, hard to explain (especially his movements on stage, but it works). And her boyfriend goes "she wants to have s*x with him". I can't remember if he said something like he was okay with that but he said it jokingly. I laugh pretty loud, because, what a thing to say to people you don't know!!! Haha. But it was funny.

All the while I'm trying not to think about peeing, because I had to pee really bad. The beer hit me in the bladder too soon, and we had some time left before the doors opened.

Doors finally open and the line moves and we see people huddled around with their phones at some guy, who ended up being the guy that played before our concert, as the woman in front of me let me know.

The concert

I ran to the bathroom inside, had a long good pee, and went to see if the front row was taken and it of course was (curse my bladder!) but I did get pretty close so that was nice. Hubby went to get me the shirt and patches I wanted and a beer. I ended up standing near a guy that was behind us. He looked to be in his late 40s at least. I was wearing my headband this time, and we had a short conversation about how lucky it was I got to see them on my birthday. I replied with the thing I said at the very beginning of this post about how I HAD to go. He said he never gets to go to a concert on his b day because his was Jan 2nd or something. And that's the time of year where basically nothing happens because it's after the holidays. I told him at least he can get some sales on stuff, to be positive.

Hubby comes back with the goods, and as we are nearing close to the first band starting, a girl in front of me waves her boyfriend to come up, and it's this really tall dude. He stands right in front of me, so I can't get a great view of the stage. So I'm moving my head around while the first band plays. Ben Stellar was good, but I think I have to listen to their songs on streaming first, before I can make a clear decision. I think it helps to sometimes listen to the studio version first to fully understand the live version, as I couldn't fully hear some of the lyrics. They get off the stage and then tech people get up to move stuff and check things. I finally found a spot to see the band better. I'm getting excited. Some other girl wishes me happy birthday and it was her brother's birthday as well, so I wished him happy birthday because he was there too.

Curly, Tom and Deego get on first and start playing the beginning of Romance. Then Carlos gets on. Based on a video I have of him, on that night, he had sunglasses on and sat in his chair to mess with the machine (whatever it's called), and he looked like he could be tired, but I think we may have mistook that for him just trying to look coooooool. At some point Grian starts singing and everything is going as usual for their typical concert. Energy is flowing. By the second song people start shoving each other around but it wasn't a full on mosh. I wasn't sure if anything like that was going to happen or not but I decided to take my chances with it instead of going up to the balcony. I did see the couple from before up there though.

At first it was jarring, since I've never been to a concert where they did that, but afterwards it felt oddly....idk... comforting??? I don't think that's the word. But as I was staring at Grian while he sang, I felt like I was being swallowed in a living breathing crowd. My hand was out trying to reach for something or someone that probably wasn't going to reach back, but we were all moving in unison back a fourth, right and left, being squished and being bumped, all to the same song, and we probably all had the same feelings when listening to the greatness of this music. It felt both dangerous and safe at the same time. Very strange

I think next time, I'll go to the balcony 😜

Then the third song comes on (or maybe the second is where this happens) and they stop in the middle of it because of "technical difficulties", and they had to leave the stage to get it fixed. I personally thought it all sounded fine so I didn't know what they were on about. It probably lasted around 10 ish minutes. A woman in front of me sees my headband and asks if it's my birthday and I say yes, then asks for my name and I tell her. She then proceeded to tell her friends and other people around her that it was my birthday and that she wanted them to help her sing happy birthday. She goes "okay everyone, ready, one two three!" And they all start singing happy birthday. Everyone else who didn't get the memo turned to stare at them and me, maybe some of them also joined in(?). But I was shocked that someone would go out of their way to actually tell people it's my birthday, and sing it, just to make my day a little extra special. They were sooo sweet for doing that. All I could do was just awkwardly stand there with a grin on my face. I told them thank you and I asked what the woman's name was. It was like Era or Erin or something, it was really hard to hear over other people talking. But we had a short conversation about crowds at concerts and her experience at a dropkick Murphys concert.

Not long after that, Curly came back on stage to announce that Carlos was not feeling well and wouldn't perform for the night. But they would try to play as many songs as they could for us. I was bummed, but also didn't know what they could or couldn't play without him. Also when they said it was technical difficulties, it was because Carlos had walked off stage, during the song, which I didn't see happen because my view of the sides were blocked by 2 gentlemen. Anyway, they called up a guy named Griffin ( who is actually a Richmond VA local) to help them play Boys in the Better Land. He did a good job. I always like it when they give young guitarists a chance to play that song for them. So far I think it's happened at least 3 times. He's pretty lucky. I know they played Life Ain't Always Empty, I Love You, Televised Mind Bug, Big Shot? And Big maybe??. But no Starburster or much else off of their new album which is fine. I prefer Skinty Fia more anyway. But it all ended up being a 40ish minute set.

At some point in all of that, they did announce that it was Tom Coll's (the dummer) Birthday! I was like waaaaat?? That's so cool I share a Birthday with the drummer! Being my hyper self, I tried to yell out It's my birthday too! But hubby was like "shh don't, it's fine, they don't need to know" . So we all sang happy birthday to him.

There was no encore. After the last song they said cheers and left. And so did we. I did hear some people screaming back in the venue as we were leaving though, and I'm not sure what that was. We just chucked it off to people just being dramatic. There also was an ambulance outside. Some said it was for Carlos, but others have said that somebody got punched during a song, and so it was for that.

We walked back to the hotel, and found out that we lost the patches in the crowd somewhere because it was missing. And I lost a gibbit stud on my silver Mary Jane stomper Crocs. Oh well. Still got my shirt though.

Coming back from it all, I can't say I feel overly disappointed with the concert that night. The band had to do what they had to do. I think Carlos really wasn't feeling well, as he ended up being able to play for the next show the following night. If anybody went to the 10/19 one, y'all are lucky mfers. I do think that speculating that he was being a diva or that he was on drugs is not helpful and very divisive. I like to hear about drama like any other person, but we gotta learn to stop spreading rumors. I hope that Carlos is at least getting some time for him to breathe and y'know be mindful and whatnot. Constantly being on Tour can take a toll on your body and mind.

But I do think what made my night, and helped make light of the situation, was all of the nice people I briefly met at the concert. The amount of love that was given to me by complete strangers was astounding. Thanks to all who were there and wished my happy birthday in some way. What a way to turn 33!

And I REALLY hope to see Fontaines DC again. They better come back around. Hopefully somewhere closer to me than DC. Sorry this was so long, but if you read all of this, then you're a real one!

[lynnhf]

Personal Writing Challenge(2 Weeks) Day 4

Date: 9/8/23

Title: Misconception

Universe: DC

Pairing: Dick Grayson/OC

Part 1?

She honestly couldn’t understand why she had to see superheroes on the news. All. The. Time. Like, seriously? Batman stopped the Joker from killing the Mayor! What else is new? Okay, so Robin stopped a robbery, what of it? Redhood killed a man?! Shocker. Red Robin was seen fleeing the scene! Is Wonder Woman and the Batman fucking each other?

Who knew he had a heart?

Ayla sighed, sinking further into her couch, watching as the news reporter once again, described how Nightwing, Bludhaven’s very own vigilante, saved the day. While also so very obviously thirsting over him and his, “incredible ass”. 

And, OH! That bod…

It was really, starting to get on her nerves. Where were the heroes without the cape? The Good Samaritan? Where were the people who pulled a lady out of the road before she got run over? Were there any of those people left in the world? 

Drumming her fingers against the leather, she sighed heavily before getting up and storming out her front door, keys, phone, and wallet in hand. She probably should have turned off her TV, but, eh. Who cares? If someone wanted to break into her apartment and steal something from her, what was she going to do to stop them? 

Movement came from her left and she looked out from the corner of her eye as she locked her door. Her neighbor, whom she had actually never met in person (having only seen him from a distance) was walking up the stairs. Talking enthusiastically to a young man, a late teen, a child, and…

Was that Bruce Wayne?

Shit. 

Turning towards the elevator (her right and her only escape) she paused in horror as she saw the “out of order” sign on the doors.

Double shit.

The only way out was to go through Bruce Wayne and her neighbor. Who she had been avoiding, in all honesty. She could practically feel them, him, coming closer to her and the door that was beside her. Making her decision, Ayla turned back to her door to unlock it, her mind fumbling with an excuse to use and-

“Hey! You're my neighbor, right?”

Damn. It.

She stopped turning the nob, forcing a smile as she turned back around. She was greeted with a brilliant smile and gorgeous eyes. She didn’t realize blue came in that color. Against her will, she felt her smile go from forced, “I don’t want to deal with you” to a soft, friendly, “I’ll gladly have a conversation with you!”. 

“Um, yeah uh, hi. I’m… your neighbor…” There was the social awkwardness, she was wondering when it’d show up.

While the child rolled his eyes, letting out a ‘tsk’ sound, the man in front of her seemed to perk up, brighten, even. He extended his hand, and exclaimed, “Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you! I’ve seen you around a lot but I can’t seem to catch you at a good time. My names Dick by the way.”

She looked at his hand a moment and hesitated. In quick succession, she glanced from his hand to his eyes and back again a few times before she practically peeled her hand off and away from the door nob. Like the idiot she was, she floundered with her hands before finally grasping his in a single handshake. Dick’s hand was warm, and to say it dwarfed hers would be an understatement. Blushing red, and looking down at the ground, she practically wheezed out a reply. 

“N-Nice to meet you… I’m, A-Ayla…” 

Instead of shaking her hand (like a normal person), Dick instead brought her hand up to his lips, kissing it lightly. Heart pounding, blush worsening, Ayla shot her head up and locked eyes with him. Part of her wanted to smack him, but the other part, the larger part, was swooning and she was pretty sure her legs abandoned her (traitors). What's worse, is that she was almost 100% certain she looked like a deer in the headlights. A red deer, Radlpoh in particular. But what was she going to do about that? 

Unbeknownst to her, her savior came from the young man behind him. He groaned, rolling his eyes as he pulled Dick away from her and (attempted) to shove him through the now open door. “Come on Romeo, we haven’t got all day. Flirt on your own time.”

Ayla watched with wide eyes as the teen, and fucking Bruce Wayne passed through the doorway, ignoring the scene she was now blessed with. The man with a tuff of white hair had Dick in hand, struggling to turn him towards the door. The child, who never lost his, “I’m better than you” arua, was also pushing (mostly shoving) Dick. Dick who never lost his smile as he was herded back and away from her. 

“If you ever need anything, knock! Or better yet, I’ll slip my number under your door!” 

With that, the door slammed shut behind them, his words echoing inside her head before disappearing into the abyss. She was left standing there, no real thought passing through her. She just stared blankly at where they used to be, failing to comprehend what she had just witnessed.

Eventually, she managed to walk pasted his door and start down the stairs. The scene rerunning in her head, only to give her a headache she didn’t have before. Stepping out onto the street, she couldn’t help but notice the shiny black limo. With what she was assuming to be the butler as he proceeded to clean one of the windows. The old man paused to look at her, nodded, and then returned to work. 

Feeling slightly creeped out by the weirdness of it all, Ayla turned and started her normal trek to work. A million thoughts seemed to run through her mind, but one stood out above all else.

What. Just. Happened. 

@batsyforyou

[on-leatheredwings]

ARDENNESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

this feels a little weird to write out as anon, but i just wanted to thank you for accepting my request and blessing us with remedial lesson! i must have woke up in my dorm around the late morning hours when i saw that it had been uploaded and i lowkey started to hyperventilate 😭😭

i really appreciate it again, since i’ve started to realize that you seem to prefer yandere readers ahaha. oh also, your fics have been motivating me to get back into writing since the last time i wrote was way back in december of last year… but on top of procrastination, i have to deal with uni sooo… 🚶🏽‍♀️

i’m yapping but they’ve also had me considering publishing some of my writing online for the first time. i’ve been writing for a shitload of fandoms since i was a baby practically, but i never worked up the nerve to actually put them out there, so i’ve been thinking about it! idk!

anyway, all that to say, thank you once again, and i’m looking forward to seeing what you put out next! :]

oh and personally, remedial lesson came out perfect to me, it’s good fr. don’t sweat it.

[looks at the audience] me and this anon just made out behind closed doors and you guys are SOOOO JEALOUS. /j

AWWW..... <3 ;-; IM HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!!!! DON'T HYPERVENTILATE YOU HAVE A DEGREE TO GET!! good luck w uni btw :3 i just graduated and it's rlly nice to have it in my rear view LOL but enjoy it!

also dw i like yandere readers but i still like non-yandere!readers !! :^D KGJDOHFSOJ rest assured i wont write stuff i dont like LOL i just wanna see variety sometimes.... i'm a switch at my core, i fear

LITERALLY WHAT IF YOU POSTED!!! WHAT IF YOU DID... ;A; i made this blog without a second thought and here i am... tending to my yandere crops... i used to write a bunch of fanfic on ao3 and i look back and im like "wow. i sucked" yet ppl still read... :^Dc and most importantly, it was fun...

^_^ i believe in u don't sweat the details ! and tag me/message if u do end up posting...

[rianafying]

was away from my phone for a day and it feels like i haven’t been on tumblr in ages.

it’s 2am rn, raining heavily, im enjoying this a lot. but i can’t help but feel overwhelmed by all the tasks that await me. just always, generally, in life. they’re not difficult to people, but they’re near impossible to me. i feel very scared very often. stability feels foreign and instability feels awful. cried a lot at the protest today, i can’t do protests they’re emotionally just too much for me. i’ve been daydreaming about falling in love. nobody in my mind, just generally, the idea of love. which is good i guess? it’s healthy to want it. i’m not as damaged as i had feared. but i really need to get a little more control over my life. drinking tea really helps with the nerves. gives me clarity. shuts down most of the chaos in my head makes it so that i can follow and complete one train of thought at a time. feels like a miracle drug but it’s just plain black tea, the cheapest most generic one i could find. crazy i know. i’ve been rewatching bridgerton. i really do love the show. and i have the fattest crush on jonathan bailey. embarrassing i know. it’s my guilty pleasure show. found some good music lately. new stuff. on repeat. added to my coming of age summer playlist. the age being 24. i can’t believe im going to be 24 soon and im so proud of myself not for anything i’ve achieved but instead for starting to let go of my obsession with achievement. there’s no good reason to torture oneself over never finding enough success under the horrible system that is capitalism. nothing is ever enough. makes me think of dc, when he said if you can, take my hand, i promise you’ll find love again, love again. very unrelated but also extremely related to my current situation. not soon though. i really hope it’s not soon. i’m enjoying my solitude. i swear the next time i do this whole love thing it’s going to be so different from anything i have ever experienced before. if there even is a next time. only time shall tell. i think time is the only thing can can be told and do the telling. i might be wrong, there might be a hundred other things. but. back to life as i know it today, i should sleep. i should shower then i should apply my medicine then i should sleep. i should also drink water. very very important. crazy how so much work is essential for the body to keep on living. and how it lets you know very aggressively when it has not had enough. food, sleep, movement, sun, medicine, and the list goes on. there’s so much stuff i need to throw out. so many people whose messages i have to reply to. i often forget because 90% of texting is just formality and roughly 10% is actual information exchange. i don’t think i’ve ever truly been missed by someone. my friends always say they miss me. i miss them dearly, but i can’t imagine being missed. like to think that they felt my absence and “missed” “me”. what a crazy world and what a lucky girl i am. at least in this regard. i wonder why hank and john have not spoken up about palestine. i wonder how anyone i have ever respected could stay silent while witnessing cruelty of this level. i’m not even a sjw or a particularly passionate activist. i don’t normally feel like everyone needs to care about something. but this? this is just. beyond. just beyond. everything. i worshipped hank and john. they taught me almost everything i know and i never thought i could ever be let down by them. yet here i am. learned my lesson about worshipping people. but what about god? god is so much worse, like asfsgshdjdkdldlflkkkl. it’s nearly 3am. i always do this. i always stay up too late the night before an important gig. it’s the over thinking that keeps me from peace. i’ll take some stevia w me to the studio so i can make my tea when im there! my brain.

i hope i don’t have to move back to bangladesh, because it is terrible over there. especially now that im seeing all the election season atrocities. i dont know what will happen in my life but i know that im trying my best. i’m always trying to prove myself, but to whom? who am i trying to answer to? pobody’s nerfect, i need to take it easy. goodnight for now.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

hello :D!

i just wanna say that i admire how you responded to that topic regarding to the last anon ask. it’s a really complicated topic because so many people have drastic opinions/responses to it, which can be nerve wracking to get involved in.

i personally agree with what you said but never had the guts to admit it online for the fear of judgement. so to see how well you put into words of that topic in a way that is very understanding and passive is something i respect! /gen/pos

sorry if my wording is wonky aaa 😭 have a good day/night wee

aaa you're fine dw!!! sorry i answered this so late this week has been a busy mess for me irl hhh xD

hard same!! stirring up drama and drawing up negative attention is like. the last thing i wanna do in this world ever HHH i was kinda worried i fumbled with my words cause while i have a lot to say, i'm baaad with words xd but the thing is nothing will get resolved if people are overly agressive/defensive when exposing their arguments, it makes people feel uncomfortable and puts them on edge immediately, so i'm glad i could convey my points in a collected manner >:'Dc

[autisticcassandracain]

🔥 3, 6, 8, and 11 🔥

For the choose violence ask game

3 and 8 are answered!

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

Most of them tbh but lately stephcass and dickkory shippers have been really getting on my nerves. Not all of them of course I actually would say I Ship Stephcass, but I'm really really tired of the toothless, filed down version of Stephcass that's been especially prominent in the last two years since Batgirls came out (or maybe that's just when I started paying attention, idk). I am also sick of them falling for the obvious queerbait in that comic. Like if they actually Make It Canon I'll eat my words and be just as happy as everyone else but I'm not holding my breath and neither should you. Dickkory fans are always getting on my nerves because I'm an NTT Kori fan who Does Not Like Dickkory, ie an endangered species and extreme sport enjoyer. I just really hate how half the Starfire posts must lead back to this ship somehow, I am literally begging people to stop making Kori's character about a man. Also honorary shoutout to dickbabs shippers because dickkory shippers can't be annoying without their counterpart acting up as well. Stop making these girls fight over a guy they can both do better.

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

Total? 107. For DC? 13. Highlights include the entire Jason Todd tag, Batgirls (2021), and two variations of Wayne Family Adventures. This is just on the Tumblr tag filtering system btw I'm not counting X-kit.

[dyke-terra]

6, 9, 10, & 25?

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying? I feel like "Batcest" is too broad and I've got way too complicated feelings on Sladdick (it sucks but they're also really interesting to me in a way that's probably reflective of psychological issues). Jayroman shippers have been getting on my nerves lately, but... Okay, it's Timber. It's not the ~worst~ ship, it's more harmless, but that's part of why it's the most annoying.

9. Worst part of canon? Oh gd, there's so much. First thoughts are the rape apologia, and the orientalism towards any Asian female character/them all getting reduced to the same trope... Not to mention, the fridgings. Those three, I guess.

10. Worst part of fanon? Making antisemitic plotlines from canon so much worse by adding pedophillia.

25. Common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing? Like, a complaint about the source other people make that you disagree with? I guess whenever fanon only stans say shit like "if DC weren't cowards, then they'd do X" and then X is something that's happened multiple times or has a very good reason for not doing.

Questions here.

[pbandjesse]

I had a busy busy day again. But not as intense as yesterday. Emotionally it was a little more. Because when I woke up Jess had just texted me that something attacked her chickens again. And she had to take the two surviving ones to the vet to be put down because they were mangled. I feel terrible for her. Everything I say feels empty. Like what do you say when someone loses a pet, let alone 4 of them!! Horrible. And she doesn't even really know what happened. I just keep trying to be supportive but it's hard to know what I can do from this far away.

So that was a hard way to wake up. But I made the bed and I got dressed. It was nice starting at 930. But I got up and got out of there.

I felt super cute today. I wore a harness over my sweater and I felt super cool. And it was just nice. Feeling cute.

I got to the museum and I was a little early so I sat with one of the new women, Denise, and talked to her about the day and some things for her to think about. She's been a tour guide on buses and on walking tours in DC for years and years. But is very nervous about being in the musuem but I think she will do great.

I had balls and track and a tour today. And my group was big. 45 kids and 10 adults! Just with me? The tour would break into three but still having that many people in balls and track was nerve wracking. But for real they were one of the best groups I have had at this size in a long long time.

They got in and I grabbed the first bus. Joel was nice enough to give me some direction when I wasn't sure which bus was what. And I asked them to drop stuff off and follow me to decker so I could try to give them some directions.

And for real they were so great. I had an really awesome I tro. They chose their own groups. They understood the assignments. They understood when I told them my expectations of teamwork and listening to their group members. Because they were large groups but they did amazing. No fighting. They got to step 5!! Like the teacher wasn't sure 5 as even possible but I was like. No they can do it. They would run out of time but they were so close!!

Meril would come about half way through the program. She had an appointment in the morning so I knew she was coming in late. I filled her in and she complimented me on being able to consider all the emotions of everyone. She also said I have great "soft skills" and that made me feel very proud of myself.

I actually got a lot of compliments today. A parent told me I killed it after the program. And that I was so good at my job. And after my tour (which was an excellent tour) I was talking to my coworkers about puhtok and possibly going full-time and the considerations about salary and stuff and then they all started telling me how excellent I was and how obviously it makes sense that everyone wants me and I should actually ask for me then I was planning on and I was like. Woah. Gonna give me a big head. They were all just being so sweet.

Back to my tour, I had Meril and Denise come along as well and so I really tried to make it an amazing tour. They told me after that the kids were super focused on me and were telling me my stories are really engaging and it was good to see. I really take so much pride in my tour. So it was really encouraging.

I ended my day with a scavenger hunt. Which has an issue because the answer sheet didn't have the bonus questions. So I spent some time going through the wall and trying to find the answers but I got two wrong which then was confusing!! Ugh. It's fine.

The kids were so super into it. And one group would get all but one question correct and got to pick a prize!! I was super excited to do that with them and then we said goodbye.

I packed up scavenger hunt. And went to cut pocket squares for needles since we didn't get any back stock and the program is running on Monday. I had a nice chat with Adam and then Gaby and it was a lovely end of the day. Denise and Joel and Meril and Rosia would join us and it just felt super good. I just love those guys all so much. Even the new ones! Everyone is just such good people.

I would go up front to say goodbye to James. And then I was ready to go home.

I made a stop at the grocery store. I was there for Sriracha mayo but James asked me to get tortillas. But I couldn't find them!! I walked about the entire store and I couldn't find them!! Eventually I would find them in the corner in the bakery section?? It was so weird. But I got them and headed home.

I got back here and I was happy to see Sweetp. And really I was just very tired.

I curled up on the couch and that is where I stayed. For the rest of the night. I got up once to get all my stuff together for tomorrow's workshop. And James would come home. And they did some recording for the podcast. And eventually made us dinner. They are the best husband.

I got a shower. And brushed my teeth and James played video games with their friends. And I got in bed. And James joined me. And I feel happy.

I am nervous for my workshop tomorrow. But it will be great. Wish me luck. And fingers crossed for a patient group!! Sleep well everyone. Take care of each other!!

[donnabroadway]

Soul Sisters

We open to a dimly lit non descript room in a non descript building in Washington, DC. There is a young woman, in her mid-late 30s and another woman of the same age. The first woman is blonde and wearing an oversized sweater, leggings, and over worn black ugg boots. The second woman, with dyed reddish brown hair is more polished and wearing a black suit with a white shirt, short manicured nails and red lipstick. They have been having a back and forth for 15 minutes.

"Take the money,"

Take the money?

Always, take the money. If anyone

I’m not for sale.

The second woman laughs.

You think that makes you special. The fact you're sitting here in over $50,000 worth of credit card debt, $75,000 in student loans, you're nearly 40 and you don't have a pot to piss in or a winder to throw it out of and you've been going on any Youtube or TikTok blogger you can find to try to embarrass this family and somehow you're the moral authority over anything. You can not be for sale but no one cares that you've stood your ground when you're homeless and no one cares. (she pulls out her phone) They're already starting to turn on you in the comments and ask questions. It's only a matter of time. Take the money. Start a new life, pay for your wedding, put a down payment on a house, start a charity. I don't care. Take the money. My offer expires in 24 hours.

No.

No?

No.

You're making a big mistake. (she starts to gather her papers and puts a pen in her purse using her well manicured finger)

You're the worst kind of woman.

Excuse me. I am trying to help you here. Sign the NDA and take the money but you want to give me lectures.

You are supposed to help me. Believe all women but they send you, a woman and not only that, a woman of color to give me hush money and silence me.

(She sits back down)

Would you prefer I was white?

I prefer you use your power for good and not to hurt women and silence them.

Three times.

What?

Three times. I was 12, 15, and 17. Three times. The amount of times my stepfather took me to the clinic to "take care of things" before I started to show because he didn't want my mother to find out because he never had a job and my mother, a brilliant, yet stupid woman, was supporting a grown man and three kids on a nurses salary while he blamed "the man" for never having a job, yet he could stay home and find the time to rape his stepdaughter. Three times I sat alone in the clinic getting his seed scrapped out of me and every single time some nurse lectured me on being smarter and how no man would want me if I kept getting pregnant and three times I went home and said nothing. And you know what my reward for getting raped consistently from the time I was 11 until that last time when I just didn't go home after he "forgot" to pick me up from the clinic because he forgot he had to get my mother from work because they could only afford one car because he wouldn't get a job. (silence) I certainly wasn't offered $2.5 million to be quiet. I got scar tissue and an incompetent cervix. You wanna know the irony. Three miscarriages all after 21 weeks. The sickness goes away, I can eat what I want, I finally start to get fat, start to show, and then the blood comes and I go into labor and I go home every single time without a baby. And you know what the doctor tells me? Go home and try again? Why? To have a fourth miscarriage. So, I'm here because surrogates are expensive and rich people pay a lot for cleaners and honestly, I don't care enough about overgrown frat boys, scorned mistresses, forgotten children, or disgraced councilmen trying to go to the press and I certainly don't care about your social justice warrior stance. We're not soul sisters. You're almost as stupid as my mother, who, by the way posts three times a year on Facebook on Mother's Day, Christmas, and my birthday about how you make so many sacrifices for your kids and they have the nerve to be weak and ungrateful and how her reward is in heaven because God knows her heart. And she's still with the same man, the one who has never had a job in the 25 years they've been married, liking her posts and giving her encouragement. You think you know me but you don't. Take the money, don't take the money. I don't care. Just know that once I walk out of here, I will still get paid and you will have nothing except your ill placed pride because Brinston's have an entire file on you dating from 2005 and are prepared to destroy your life in ways you could never imagine.

Okay.

Okay. what?

I'll sign it.

(she pushes a paper in front of her with a pen and the woman takes the pen and signs it in blue ink) the NDA (she points to a second line and the woman across the table signs it in black ink)

Is that it?

She gives her $50,000 in $100 bills and two plane tickets to Paris.

What’s this?

A down payment. Get out of here. Lay low for a few days. The rest of your money will be in your account in the morning. If you even as much answer an email from anyone except me or a representative from the Brinston's, the contents of this file will be released and every part of this contract, except the NDA will be voided and you will have 24 hours to return all the money or we will sue you. (She puts the paper in her folder) Have a nice day, Ms. Sullivan.

[kurt-wagner-official]

Post #69: UXM issue 199

This is a very special issue to me, because it's the first X-Men comic I ever read. When I was little, I watched a lot of superhero cartoons, cause they were what was on and I liked them and so did my dad. My favorite ones were always the X-Men ones, and when I got older and started watching superhero movies, the X-Men ones were my favorite of those too. Then one day, I went to the library and found the comic book section. I went for the X-Men obviously. My library only carried the Essential Marvel TPBs, and the earliest one that wasn't checked out was volume 6, which started with this issue and went through the Mutant Massacre. I didn't really understand what was going on, especially with the Secret Wars II tie ins, but I was hooked. I can honestly say that this issue changed my life. It starts with Scott in the Danger Room, a sign that even though he was just called there to talk about Xavier, he hasn't really let go of being an X-Man. Moira calls him into the control booth, where she and Logan are waiting, and tells them that Xavier is dying. He doesn't want anyone to know, but he can't fool Moira's medical exams. She believes that that's why he's brought Magneto into the school, to take his place. Scott is shocked to learn his father might die before his child is born and angry that he might be leaving the school to a man Scott grew up fighting. In DC, Mystique goes to Valerie Cooper and volunteers the Brotherhood to become basically a Suicide Squad in exchange for protection from the recent anti-mutant bills. She's intrigued, and offers them a trial run to sell her on the idea- find and capture Magneto. Back in New York, Rachel visits Jean's grave and house for the first time. She reflects on the true moment of divergence in the timelines: in Rachel's world, when Jean went Dark Phoenix and visited her childhood home, her parents were afraid but didn't reject her, instead helping her bring the Phoenix under control. She goes to her grandparents' bedroom, where she finds the crystal orb that Lilandra gave to them. It contains an impression of Jean's personality that allows them to feel her telepathic aura even now that she's gone. Using the orb, Rachel summons the Phoenix Force and claims it as her birthright. She says she'll use it to honor Jean's memory, redeem herself for her crimes as a hound, and defend mutants from hatred and the world from the Beyonder. In DC, Magneto and Kitty are at the National Holocaust Memorial with Lee for an annual meeting where survivors and their relatives come to try to find people they lost track of during the Holocaust. Kitty is there on behalf of her late grandfather, who was separated from his sister. Miraculously, Magneto knew her, and so did an old couple that comes up to meet Kitty and tell her her great aunt died in Auschwitz. They also knew Magneto, and tell Kitty that he was an inspiration and a leader to them and many others in the camps. Mystique chooses this moment to reveal that she's been impersonating Lee, and the whole Brotherhood, now called Freedom Force enters the room. They have a new recruit, a weird six armed sorceress named Spiral, who's origins will be explored in the Longshot miniseries. Magneto tries to subdue them while Kitty goes to find where Lee is being held and call for backup. The X-Men get there shockingly quickly, I guess they all came to the Memorial and just waited outside with their uniforms handy? Anyway, Freedom Force has the initial advantage due to Destiny's instructions, but Kitty turns the tide by nerve pinching her. Destiny doesn't mind, though, saying their victory is inevitable. Peter gets his reunion and revenge on Pyro, Kurt teleports Blob up to the top of the Washington Monument and leaves him there, and if any readers still have the slightest doubt about Anna's loyalties, they should be persuaded by her knocking out Avalanche. Scott came on this mission, which seems like it should be a really big deal, but he got knocked out by Avalanche between panels and doesn't recover until the end, when he returns in the nick of time to kayo Spiral. The X-Men prepare to leave, but Magneto says he's staying and accepting his arrest. The looks of terror on his friends' faces when he revealed his powers reminded him of Magda, and he's tired of torturing himself questioning whether that fear is justified. He wants to stand trial and accept his fate, whatever it may be. Impersonating Magneto's girlfriend fo sneak into a Holocaust survivors meeting and then calling all her friends to wreck the Memorial is one of the most vile things Mystique has done. This is also a great showcase of mutant intersectionality; as interesting as it is, the mutants-as-minorities metaphor will never be as powerful as Magneto taking Kitty to the Holocaust Memorial. That doesn't at all mean the metaphor is weak; I think the vagueness of it is a huge strength, because it can fill in for so many different minorities. But it can't truly replicate the emotion of a tragedy that really occured and the bonding of the people affected by it. Now that I've grown up and read hundreds of X-Men comic books, this one doesn't feel quite as transcendent and groundbreaking as it did when I first picked it up, but it was still a very good issue with a special place in my heart.