#even just the stereotypes

[coldercreation]

What'd the boys star signs be?? :D <3

Ohhh!!! I wish I wasn't so useless when it comes to horoscopes, this would be so much fun!😭 Anyone here have any better knowledge??

They don't have 'real' official birthdates so this could be done by stereotypes etc. The only specific detail I've mentioned is that Isac is a couple of weeks older than Kit, otherwise it's super vague. But for something fun like this even that wouldn't need to matter, just whatever vibes they give xx

[aliosne]

Saw a post about working class butches in physical labour jobs and wanted to make my own, so: I love you butches who do childcare or early education. I love you butch nurses. I love you butch house cleaners and janitorial staff. I love you service industry butches. I love you butches who do sex work. I love you working class butches who do “feminine” jobs you are cool as hell

[deancasforcutie]

"Now you live in a secret bunker with an angel and Lucifer’s kid", AKA queering domesticity par excellence

[formulanni]

Yuki Tsunoda as The Moon Tarot:

The Moon is a card of illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself. Night is the time when dreams and fantasies rule.

The moon also represents instincts that we have buried in our own unconscious - they come out to play in the moonlight. But the reflections that we see springing forth can also be illusions, it is easy to lose your way in the dark.

Embracing the Moon tarot card meaning allows us to face our fears and uncertainties, trusting our instincts to guide us towards the right path.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[shalom-iamcominghome]

"We need more diverse queer representation!"

You cannot even handle queer jews.

[syn0vial]

my gun-loving, car guy, "i'm the straightest man i know" brother who just finished baldur's gate 3 talking about astarion:

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[thaern]

One of the many reasons to why George is my favourite musician and artist is the fact that even when he was raised in a small town with many closed thoughts he didn't let that or even the fame construct a image of him as utterly masculine and stereotypical, with his friends (different from Paul) for him showing love to everyone being physically close to them or hugging them no matter the gender, was something normal, a simple act of love.

Just like Olivia once said, George had romantic relationships with all of his friends because he was so full of it that it didn't scared him to show it, being making presents or just giving a hug, he did not let the fragile masculinity and conservative speech stop him from being himself.

And that, for a man raised in the late 50s is something to admire

[tiredandsleepyaf]

Ok, so let me explain why rebloging posts like these do little to nothing to assure Jews that they’ll be safe around you.

Goyim reblogging this stuff don’t typically listen to Jews (which is apparent because we’ve said stuff like this doesn’t actually do anything to help us many times) about their experiences with antisemitism or listen when Jews try to educate them on things like antisemitic dog whistles or blood libel. Most of them are way more enthusiastic about punching Nazis than they are about showing any compassion to Jews. I’d venture to guess the majority of Jewish people know that often the goyim who reblog this stuff are just out for blood and don’t give a damn about us, because we’ve seen this many times. Not to mention that the desire for a violent revolution that some leftists seem to have has led to Jewish people facing a lot of antisemitism (at their hands). I would bet that some of the people reblogging this act similar to Nazis themselves. I know at the very least the goyim rebloging this don’t listen to Jews because we’ve said many times that this sort of thing doesn’t really do anything to help us, and we’d much rather goyim call out and learn about antisemitism. Overall, it’s just very performative activism, and it’s pretty obvious that the goyim reblogging this are just doing it to try and make themselves look better, and not for the sake of Jews.

[beanghostprincess]

I did not just see somebody on TikTok rating OP ships and saying they don't like Zolu because it's often portrayed with Zoro being dominant and Luffy being infantilized. I do not know what Zolu content you're seeing, bestie, but I have never once in my life consumed Zolu in another way that isn't Zoro on his knees for Luffy, either ready to worship him or suck his dick religiously.

[gonnahaveabigtalklater]

shoutout to the absolute Biggest Dick moment in the entire game

[love-too-believe]

Good lord, I'm so sorry to all the gay men in the 911 fandom who have to deal with homophobic women like this. It really is getting worse.

[ive-been-timebombed]

Wally’s anger issues

Birdflash

High chance of anger issues being showed wrong. Sorry if it is. Also ooc characters.

Wally knew he had anger issues, got them from his dad. Barely anyone else knew he had them. Good thing was Wally was good at hiding his anger.

He considered himself a master at calming down and hiding his anger. But when he and Dick were being yelled at for something he couldn’t control because an adult was stressed and decided yelling at teenagers was a good calming method. He was angry and it showed.

___________

Wally was glaring at the ranting hero in front of him. It was Green Arrow who had to save the team on a mission because something went awry. But of course Kid Flash and Robin were at the crime scene both about to be seriously injured if it wasn’t for the arrow that stopped the villain in time.

Oliver was of course stressed. He almost saw two kids die right in front of him with him being only yards away. So he started taking it out of the kids. He knew he shouldn’t be yelling at the two. They’re still kids and still learning but god damn it they scared the shit out of him. So he was yelling.

“You two are the most reckless idiotic kids! Why would you two think going into the main control room with no backup was a good idea?.!” Oliver kept on only stopping to take breaths before he went back to pacing in front of the two ranting.

_________

Dick had stopped listening to the hero a while ago. He learned to tune people out when he was younger so it came easy to him. He was just staring at the pacing man bored. Letting the other get his energy out.

Dick glanced over at him friend a grin on his face about to joke about the situation. When he saw the tightness of KF’s jaw. The vibrating on KF’s fist and his eye twitching glaring at the hero with unknown anger.

He stepped over and nudged his friend making the other look at him. Dick looked at him in question with a tilt of his head. Wally took a deep breath and seemingly calmed down. He didn’t look at Oliver the rest of the hero’s rant. Staring blankly at the wall.

___________

Wally hated it. He hated having to watch idiots do something he could do in seconds but wasn’t allowed because “he would mess it up”. He knew his chemistry, science, anything that his uncle taught him.

But he was a kid. And he wasn’t an expert in chemical formulas. The only thing they were doing was pissing him off. Not to mention shutting up the only person in the room who knew what a fucking reactant and product was.

Wally was sitting by the wall watching Superman stare at the screen that held the chemical formula for fear gas.

The mission was for the JL to get to a villain gang that stole other villains things and played it off as theirs. The mission required Batman, Superman, Flash and Green Arrow. They needed the brains of Batman, the power of Superman, the speed and knowledge of Flash, and the marksmanship of Green Arrow. Sadly, Batman was distracted with tracking down the villains and Flash was passed out by taking a hammer to the face. Which, Wally would like to point out, did not laugh only merely chuckle.. a lot and loudly. Green Arrow was fanning Flash off having nothing to do.

The only reason Wally was there was because of his uncle and Batman. Barry suggested that Wally come along as Wally was better at chemistry than Barry. Wally seriously doubted that. Batman agreed and allowed Wally to join. Both Green Arrow and Superman were hesitant at taking a kid to the mission. They had Barry they didn’t need to endanger a kid for the sake of the mission they said.

And now look at them. Superman was struggling with a simple antidote for fear gas. Wally knew it. Wally had the formula forced into his head when Batman realized that he’d come over to visit Robin with or without permission. Batman took precautions and gave Wally a crash course in Gotham about what to do and what not to do.

“You know I could just-“ Wally pushed himself off the wall looking at Superman.

“No, sit back down Kid Flash. This is way to dangerous for you” Superman interrupted before looking back hearing Barry’s heartbeat speed up. Indicating that he was waking up.

“Ugh.. my head hurts.” Barry groaned sitting up rubbing his head, “what’s going on? Why are we still in here?”

“Well, Superbrains here can’t figure out science so we were waiting for you to wake up.” Green Arrow spoke behind Flash standing up

“Me? What happened to Wally!.?” Barry hurriedly stood up before noticing his nephew by the wall slumped down with a glare on his face.

“He’s fine, been a bit moody after we told him to back down when he tried to touch the chemicals,” Green Arrow shrugged walking past Barry to stand next to Superman, “You should work on his ego. He was snappy after we shooed him away from the computer,”

“What? Why would you shoo him away? He knows this stuff better than I do?” Barry asked watching as Wally sped to him stopping beside him. He put a hand on Wally’s shoulder noticing how pissed off Wally looked.

“Wait, you were serious about that? We thought you were just playing up the kid’s ability” Green Arrow asked glancing to the teen then to the computer with a guilty looking super in front of it.

___________

Wally noticed how whenever he had food and it was stolen by someone that wasn’t Robin he got indescribably angry. He didn’t know why it was only Dick that didn’t make him mad but he was okay with it. Most people knew not to mess with a speedsters food, they needed it after all. Dick barely took food from him if he did it was usually just a few chips or a bite. Wally didn’t mind that he knew he could always get more.

But for some reason Roy didn’t get that. He would take a whole bag of chips out of his hand and sit down right in front of him eating it with a cheeky smile. Usually he had another snack on him so he could calm himself down with it.

But this time Wally was on his last bag of chips and he hadn’t ate in a hour so he was starved. But just as he was about to take the first bite it was snatched out of his hands along with the chip. Wally’s first instinct was to grab at the person who took his snack.

Wally grabbed Roys arm glaring up at him as Roy shoved a chip in his mouth,

“Hey, Walls! Just enjoying my snack here. Don’t mind me!” Roy grinned shaking the bag like it was his.

“Roy that’s my last bag. I haven’t ate in an hour. I’m hungry. Give it back.” Wally said his voice calm but his face blank.

Wally was seeing red, he really was hungry and he was really mad. He wished there weren’t consequences for kicking someone but someone could wish. But at that moment Wally really didn’t care for the consequences he was just angry and wanted to take it out on something. He’d go to the training room or even go for a run but he was hungry and didn’t have the energy.

“Give what back? This is my snack! I brought it from home-“ Roy teased unknowing about the storm growing in Wally.

Wally was about to say something his grip tightening for a moment before it loosened by a voice,

“KF! Guess what!” Robin stormed in rushing to his best friend. He jumped and tackled both of them off the couch. They landed in a heap on the floor Robin on top of Wally and Wally on his back looking up at Robin with a strange normal.

“Rob! What’s up? Did you finally convince Batgirl to go on a date?” Wally asked a grin growing on his face his anger completely dissipated at the sight of his friend. Now ignoring the slight lump at the thought of Batgirl and Robin.

“No.. but I did manage to convince B to give me his credit card! We can go get whatever we want! Maybe we can go out and get food then you can run us to France so we can hang out!” Robin stood up dragging up Wally with him a grin on his face.

“Oh how cool! I’m so hungry! I haven’t ate in an hour!” Wally followed Robin out the room leaving Roy alone with chips he didn’t even like. He just wanted to annoy Wally.. now he’s craving bread.

_____________

“Nightwing! Do you know what happened with the Justice League?.!” A reporter shoved a microphone into Nightwings face. Wally, who was still Kid Flash, stepped in front on Nightwing glaring down at the reporter.

“Haven’t we told you guys! We aren’t answering questions right now-“ Wally said annoyed.

Both he and Nightwing just got off a mission from Canada. A hero based there needed help and Rob had asked Wally to bring him to Canada. Turns out it was a good thing Wally had came along. There was a villain who had set up markers around the place and if they didn’t find all of them in time the towns would have been wiped out. Wally was a great help in getting around and getting all the markers in time.

However, it was a stressful day for the two men so they just wanted to go home. Or to Nightwing’s apartment where Wally could crash as he was too tired to run to Key Stone. In reality Wally wanted to hang out with his friend just a bit longer. Rob was having a horrible year. His younger brother died and the emotionally unstable man didn’t inform Dick till the funeral passed. Actually the man didn’t inform him at all. He had to find out by someone offering their condolences to him.

“Nightwing! Can you tell us what’s happening in Gotham right now? Is it true that Robin is dead? Is Gotham-“ Another reporter shoved a camera and microphone in Nightwings face. They were interrupted by a red gloved hand grabbing the camera lens and shoving out off Nightwings face.

Wally couldn’t believe the balls the damn reporters had. Asking that to Nightwing? In front of him? They were lucky if they could walk after he was done with them. Wally was about to step forward when an all too familiar hand grabbed his shoulder pulling him back and resting their head on the back of his neck.

“KF.. bring me home please.?” Dicks quiet voice wasn’t heard by anyone else besides Wally.

Wally turned to the reporter who was looking at him with a scandalized look that he had the guts to grab there camera that was playing live and push it away. Wally glared at them and turned around picking up Nightwing who wrapped his legs around Wally and ran off in a flash of yellow lightning.

__________

‘Faster!’

‘Don’t stop!’

‘Get to Rob!’

‘Get to him! Help him!’

‘Ignore the pain!’

‘Ignore the hunger!’

‘Run!’

‘Run faster and go!’

Those were the last thoughts that were running through Wally’s head before he was blinded by the bright white and then the pain in his legs. Then he felt the cold of the snow under his hands and legs.

“Ow- ow- ow- fuck!” Wally collapsed in the snow. The biting cold was a welcome feeling from the shock of the speed force. The speed force was like a never ending tunnel that even if he turned in any direction it would end nor change. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t know what would happen if he stopped but the over whelming gut feeling of don’t made him not want to find out. The never ending blur of white, yellow, blue, and sometimes red was blinding. The speed force was continuously feeding him energy with hits of lightning. The energy bursts were good but they hurt. The only thing that kept his mind from deteriorating was the idea of getting back to his Robin. He couldn’t leave his Birdy alone. He was sad! His brother died not even a few weeks ago! He needed to be there for him.

“Oh my god- my feet hurt! I’m hungry. I miss Rob. Rob! Where is he?” Wally felt like he was speaking too fast for even himself. Like his mind was merely a text he read thousands of time that he could say word for word. It was too fast and too slow at the same time. It was hard to think of anything else than Dick.

Wally struggled to sit up, his legs shook and his arms felt like jello. But he managed to hold himself up just in time to see the two streaks of color running at him. They were slower than he remembered. He could even count the amount of times their feet hit the ground before they skidded to a stop in front of him.

“Wally!” Barry couched down in from of Wally a hand on the others face like he was making sure the other was the real one. Bart, or impulse or from the looks of it Kid Flash. Was sitting to the right of Wally on their knees a hand on Wally’s back helping with holding him up.

“Hey, cool suit. Looks as good as if I designed it.” Wally’s voice was unused and gravely. But that didn’t stop him from teasing the kid.

“Wally! Your back! I thought I would just continue the hero name like Robin! But-“ Bart was cut off by Wally’s shaky hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine- keep it. Uncle B, my face hasn’t changed that much right?” Wally looked forward at the man who was staring at him. Then Wally was surrounded by the older man’s arms. Wally relaxed into the hug. Soon the younger speedster also joined in on the hug just before Superman along with a kid how looked just like him showed up.

__________

Wally was sitting in the medical cot. He was bored and he couldn’t stop thinking. Everything was so much slower and time dragged on. He had already got to have a heart felt reunited with his Aunt Iris and the other heroes. But he hasn’t seen his Robin yet.

Wally was tired of being treated like a glass doll. It made him angry. He wanted his best friend! He wanted to get out of this boring room! He wanted to go fast without the pain and with the freedom! He wanted to confess- okay. He didn’t think he could do that.. he just got back.. he knew he had been gone for almost two years. Did Dick even remember him? Was he still Dicks best friend? Did Dick change? Was Dick okay?

He needed answers! And a way to calm down! He noticed he got angered easier and even more violent with his anger. Not that he admitted that.

Wally was tired of watching the same thing over and over again. The TV in the corner of the room only had a cartoon and the news. Wally, as a grown man, watched the cartoon of course. Then he realized it was just a replay of the same cartoon after the third round. Then he turned on the News.

“-udhaven’s vigilante, Nightwing, is on the scene! Nightwing looks to be injured and barely dodging hits!” A woman called a microphone in her face. The video beside the woman was from a helicopter it was blurry but it showed a fight between a giant mechanical robot and Nightwing! His Rob was okay! Mostly okay.. Rob could dodge those hits easily. He and Rob trained a lot and his reaction speed was the best of the best. Due to training with a speedster.

Wally couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His best friend was fighting robots injured and no one was helping. Wally knew he shouldn’t be doing this but he got up and took a glance at the TV before he speed out the door.

He borrowed one of his uncles suits. It was one that had the top cut off showing Wally’s red hair. He didn’t know where Barry got it but it was his exact size. Wally then ran to the Zeta Tubes and hoped his code still worked.

To his surprise it did and he was transported to Earth. Now all he had to do was find his Robin.

______

Nightwing knew he wasn’t doing well. He stopped taking care of himself after Wally died. No. Went missing. After Wally went missing he ignored his friends and only got back in touch with his family because of how persistent Tim was.

His apartment was a mess, old moldy food, dirty clothes, just a mess. He couldn’t be bothered to clean. It wasn’t like anyone would come over any more. Not like he had a reason to even be- he should stop thinking.

Nightwing dodged a giant metal fist that hit the ground making the concrete crack. It was slower than he normally would but he blamed that on the injury and not the lack of food or sleep. He needed to get to the controller. The man that was making his creation do this. He was standing on a concrete bench laughing at Nightwing like it was a video game.

Nightwing was about to dodge again when a blur of red rushed to the controller and slammed into him. Making the man hit the ground with the remote and a crack.

At first Nightwing thought it was Barry. He knew Barry came to check up on him as a favor for Wally. Helped out when he could. But Barry wasn’t that violent and the streak wasn’t yellow so it wasn’t kid flash. Not his kid flash. No matter the many times Dick had smiled at the sight of the suit only to realize his friend was dead.

The man that had body slammed the other to the ground making the robot stop moving and the helicopter in the air go silent beside the wind. He had red hair sticking out the top.. like Wally. Green eyes.. like Wally.. the freckles that stuck out at the revealed skin on their face was exactly the same as Wally’s. His Kid Flash.

The maybe Wally turned to Nightwing who was frozen staring at the other. He held up a hand and did an awkward wave reminiscent of the same wave Wally did when they first met. Nightwing stumbled forward his mouth open in a silent plea.

Wally rushed forward and pulled Dick up and held him. Dick almost desperately put his hands on Wally’s face looking at the freckles Dick saw every day in his nightmares.

“W- Wa. KF.?” Nightwing only just remembered the helicopter that probably had audio. He spoke desperate and like he was trying to speak softly.

“Hey Rob, no one tell you I was back? Guess that’s why you didn’t visit me in the watchtower,” Wally teased he was holding Dick gently. He didn’t know where he was injured but he didn’t want to aggravate the injury more.

“Really.? You’re back.? How long?” Dick wrapped his arms around Wally’s neck pulling the other in a tight hug. He shoved his face in the speedsters neck savoring the scent he missed.

“ ‘bout a week. Was never dead to begin with. Was stuck in the speed force,” Wally felt normal again. Like his brain wasn’t going two hundred miles too fast. He missed how the other melted into hugs. The warmth and realness of himself.

“I knew it.. they didn’t believe me..” Dick mumbled against the others neck. Tightening his grip on the other as he heard the sound of other heroes coming to the scene.

Wally did as well, he knew if he was caught by the heroes especially his uncle he’d be put in the room again. And the slight chance Dick wasn’t gonna be allowed in. Wally picked Dick up the others legs wrapping around just like they used to and Wally was off. He knew he got faster he didn’t know how much faster so he tried to keep it slow for Robin.

Wally just inside the other’s apartment. The first thing he noticed was the smell. Then it was Dick seemingly falling into himself. Lastly he noticed the mess of an apartment it was. Wally almost gaged at the sight before him, but didn’t cause the one living in it was still holding onto him.

Oh it made Wally angry. Why the fuck was Dick living in this. Why had no one came and checked up on him. What the fuck was wrong with people. Dick lost his younger brother then his only support in less then a year then god knows what and people didn’t come check up on him? He.. he was so gonna yell at Bruce.

“Dick, I’m gonna set you down. Okay?” Wally said gently setting the others legs on the ground having to bend slightly as the others arms didn’t budge.

“Wally.. Wally.. I’m sorry-“ Dick lifted his head up tears growing in his eyes,

“Oh no, no. You don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about.” Wally comforted the other cutting them off at the word sorry. He felt the others arms loosen so he took that chance and slipped out his speed already effecting him. He looked around and grimaced before he started to speed clean.

It wasn’t the best, but the moldy stuff and the gunk was gone. He had new sheets,, it was the best he could do before he got hungry which he then ran out and collected food brought it back set it on the now clean table and went back to Dick. He stood in front of him as he slowed down the world seemingly moving again. Dick stumbled now hugging thin air before looked up and lunged at Wally again. Wally wrapped his arms around the other resigned to being hugged for a while.

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Wally was standing in front of Batman, and the rest of the league. He was in civies after the suit was taken away. He glared at Bruce the man he used to look up to till he saw the what he let Dick drown in.

“Wallace, You didn’t have permiss-“ Batman started before he was interrupted by Wally,

“Are you stupid? Or just plain ignorant?” Wally crossed his arms trying to ran in his anger.

Batman didn’t respond only narrowing his eyes at Wally. The rest of the league stared at the two with shook. Barry almost melting in his seat.

“When I found Nightwing he was injured fighting alone in a fight he wasn’t gonna win. Then I took him back to his apartment only to find the place a mess. Moldy food, dirty clothes, trash, bugs everywhere. How could you let your son live in that? Did you ever check up on him? He was putting himself in an early grave because of how depressed he was. You’re his father? Least you call yourself that, then why didn’t you check on your son?” Wally ranted, the league having a mixed reaction, some shocked, others angry. Batman was silent not an emotion on his face.

Wally knew he had anger issues, got them from his dad. But he didn’t use his anger like his dad. He used it to chew out Batman after finding his best friend, not crush. He’s a grown man crushes are for kids, living in his depression house. He used it to defend his loved ones and he’d do it again in a heartbeat. Sure, barely anyone knew he had them and he was good at hiding it. But he’d freely punch Batman in the face again any day.

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Gotta love that the ATLA fandom collectively shifted from Zuko/Katara to Zuko/Sokka during the 2020 renaissance due to a growing appreciation for Kataang…

…but Maiko still gets paid absolute dust 🫠 what, y’all can finally appreciate Kataang (about mf time), but Mai has to either be abusive, cold, or the stereotypical “mean lesbian”? And the most she’s allowed to contribute now is to give birth to Izumi and then not even be her mom (on the rare occasions that Zuko/Sokka fic writers even let Mai be Izumi’s birth mom)? Very progressive…

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A funny side effect of the Corps generally recruiting only adults is that the Green Lanterns of Earth are probably on average the most well-educated of all of DC’s hero legacies*

Like, Hal was a fighter pilot in the USAF, for which a bachelor’s degree is a requirement. Guy in his original backstory got two degrees in education and psychology at the same time. John’s an architect, so he would’ve gone to college for at least five years.

Kyle’s run in the 90s mentions that he went to college, probably for art. Simon is stated to have a degree in automotive engineering. Jo went to freaking Princeton University. No idea what she studied but I assume it was something like criminal justice since she became a cop afterward.

The only reason Jessica didn’t get to finish her forestry degree was because she was hiding in her apartment for three years after her friends got murdered. But she would’ve if not for that horrifically traumatic event!!

No wonder Bats don’t like Lanterns. They’re all bright and colorful and college educated, like many of the most infamous Gotham rogues.

*I’d like to point out that this is more so because the other superhero families tend to include multiple kids, who are statistically unlikely to have graduated high school yet (and if they haven’t by now they likely never will thanks to DC’s sliding time scale)

Legit, I’m pretty sure the Earth GLs are the absolute last hero legacy to get a kid in main continuity (Keli’s first appearance was in 2019!)

And bc reading comprehension on this site is piss poor, this isn’t me saying that the Green Lanterns are smarter than all your hero blorbos. Just that the majority of them went to school long enough to get their diplomas.

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