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[abnomi]

i really appreciate bojack horseman for having characters that feel so human.

they feel real, people you could encounter just passing by on a sidewalk. theyre flawed but human with feelings and intentions and desires and opinions! i think its so interesting to see them clash together in their daily lives. they are all multidimensional and have more lingering under the surface than at first glance, and they keep peeling back as the show goes forward, whether the layers are ugly or beautiful. i love learning about them.

this show is So Real. you can point at any major scenario in the episodes and think "That could have happened to me or someone i know" while in the same breath, the most absurd shit imaginable happens in the background inside of this universe with such flawed logic (that is kind of just a caricature of real life). even the people are exaggerated, and the ways they react and speak is very blunt and straightforward. its interesting to see how they all adapt and live in this ridiculous world while still feeling like actual people, even with them speaking in exaggerated ways. i think that the writing in bojack horseman is genius, i dont know if ive seen anything like it anywhere else. the reality being maintained even through the exaggeration is amazing to me, and the fact that theres still enough space left to make serious scenes hit hard and make you KNOW something fucked up happened.

bojack himself being a mentally tormented individual is never used as an excuse for his actions and I really admire and respect that. you can empathize with him while still acknowledging that hes a fucked up person (Horse) . its such a wake up call, too. noticing how his behavior affects other people encourages the viewer to improve but still shows the underlying mental illness in a sensitive light. he isolates himself and punishes himself and it does nothing but make everything worse. the severity of the people in his life's reactions put him further in this pit of self-hatred and loathing when all he needs to do is change for the better. the world crumbles around him, and instead of changing or listening, he tries to make himself feel better and escape it. "fetishizing your own sadness" is a line that really struck me because i was severely depressed and i did that exact thing; i made myself feel horrible because i "deserved" it to compensate for the guilt i felt instead of doing anything productive to get out of the spiral. im not saying that any of this is easy, its so fucking hard. but bojack had resources on SO many occasions and NEVER accepted help. also, seeing Todd of all people reach a breaking point is a Lot. hes such a forgiving person who sees the good in everyone and he still has limits.

the philosophy and messages conveyed through the characters are so important to me. especially with Diane, shes such a complex character. i love her quote of there being no good or bad people, theres only people who do good things and people who do bad things. she is the realest.

so much thought was put into every crevice of this show, everything that was explored was understood by the writers and this was communicated incredibly well. i would say more but im kind of squeezing my mind juices and im low on them rn. I FUCKING LOVE BOJACK HORSEMAN !!!!!!!

[whisper-my-serenade]

telephone

in which charlie recieves a rather odd phone call from his good friend neil.

words: 1881

cw: ppl being drunk

Charlie hated the night shift. He knew he needed the job (his parents had cut him off after college, the bastards), and he needed some way to pay rent until he inevitably took a cushy job at the place his dad worked, and he knew he could have it a lot worse, but still. Bartending wasn’t such a bad gig, all considered, he did get to meet quite a few interesting people and it paid good, but being home at 3 am every weekend should have been the result of all those nights being free, not working his ass off in a sweaty bar. And God, had it been hot in there that night. Charlie rolled down the windows of his Mercedes, letting the sweet night air fill the car as he drove the familiar route back to his apartment.

It was summer, and Santeria was blasting through his car’s stereo from his phone. Charlie sang along on occasion, his voice cracking from overuse. He was used to talking over people, sure, but the constant yelling at the bar was making him sound like a ninety year old smoker. And that wasn’t fair, seeing as he was only a twenty-three year old smoker. Well, I swear that I, well I really want to know, ah, baby, what I really want to say, I can't define, that love, make it go, my soul will have to.

Suddenly, the music cut out, replaced by the familiar bouncing opening notes of a Wham! song. Charlie carefully took his eyes off the road to look at the screen of his phone in the cup holder beside him, and, sure enough, “Shakesperry: FaceTime Video”. Neil had not picked his own contact name, obviously, though he had requested his ringtone. Didn’t even pick Careless Whisper, the only good Wham! song.

Charlie pulled off the main road and into his neighborhood before reaching a hand down to swipe the screen, eyes not leaving the road. He heard the woosh of the video starting, and then the moan of Neil’s voice. “Charlieeee!”

“Neil, I’m driving, so…” Charlie stopped to listen to the audio of the call for a minute. Soft sobs were coming through the speakers, muffled by fabric and the phone. “You okay?”

“Yeahhhh,” Neil whined.

Charlie pulled the car into his usual parking spot in front of his building, which was always free since he only went anywhere at night. “What the hell is一okay, I just got home, you’re gonna have to give me a minute.”

Neil sniffled a little, his screen casting a white glow around his mostly dark video. “Okay.”

Charlie dashed up the stairs to his floor, doing his well-practiced work speed walk down to his door and quietly putting the key in the lock (his landlady often complained if he was too loud coming home). Once the door latched and he had flicked the overhead light on, he propped his phone against an empty bottle on his coffee table and flopped himself down on the couch. “Okay, Neil, hit me.” Neil sniffled again and let out a sigh.

“I just一ugh.” His head was buried in his arms, and Charlie could see he was at his desk, the room scarcely illuminated and music too soft to make out bubbling in the background.

“Are you dying? Do you want me to call someone?” Charlie asked sarcastically, his patience already stretched thin from work.

“Nononono, everything’s fine, just一” His voice was slurred and slow.

“Oh God, you’re drunk, aren’t you?” Neil finally lifted his head and nodded. Charlie let out a deep sigh. No emergency, then. Neil had always been a weepy drunk. “Well, get on with it, then. What happened?”

Neil’s teary eyes blinked a few times, mind looking for words. After a few seconds, he slumped back down into his arms, only his fluffy dark hair visible. “I just love him, y’know?”

Charlie furrowed his brows and gave Neil a look he couldn’t see. “Who, Todd?”

“Yeah.”

“Did something happen with you two, or…” Charlie seriously doubted anything happened, mostly because Neil and Todd had learned how to healthily work out their shit in the first years of college, but also because Neil was never stupid enough to get drunk while he was upset. He may have always gotten weepy towards the end, but he at least wanted the first bit to be fun.

“No, he was just一he was just here and we were drinking and…” Neil stumbled through the words, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his face with his hands. “I just love him so much.”

Charlie rolled his eyes. He knew Neil could be sappy, but Jesus. “So you called me drunk at three in the morning just to tell me how much you love your boyfriend. Who you say that to. Constantly.” Charlie was about to placate him with his usual ‘he loves you too’ and hang up so he could go the fuck to bed, but Neil suddenly dropped his hands and leaned forward again, a strange smile on his blotchy face.

“Nonono, you don’t get it. He’s the one! He’s the one, Charlie!” He was clearly holding back tears, rubbing his hands over his eyes again. “He’s just so sweet, and pretty, and一God! I want to spend the rest of my life with him!”

“Oh,” Charlie said quietly.

Charlie didn’t have a lot of good examples of what lifelong love looked like. His parents certainly weren’t good role models, nor were any of his friends’ parents or his numerous aunts and uncles. Charlie had watched his grandmother try to keep the smug grin off her face at her husband's funeral that had been haunting the family ever since she was told she would get both vacation homes. “Life” and “love” were not generally words that went together in his world, unless someone was speaking at their third husband’s wake. Love in general Charlie was not an expert at一body count was a signifier of some sort of prowess, but it was not a romantic statistic.

If anyone was really in love, though, it was Neil and Todd. Charlie had seen Neil pining all through high school, had been the one driving while he screamed Line Without a Hook on deserted country roads in the middle of the night. He’d been the first one to see them emerge from a bedroom at a post-graduation party, lips bitten and red, giggling and blushed. Neil had called him, practically screaming in delight, when he found out they’d be moving to the city together, and the look of pure delight in Todd’s eyes when Neil entered the room was warmly familiar. Charlie was so used to the idea of them being a couple that a world where they weren’t seemed an odd thought, indeed. One that had never even crossed his mind. Of course they would grow old together, how couldn’t they? It was Neil and Todd. They would always come as a pair. Even if it wasn’t said out loud, it was a given. Neil of all people should have known that.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called. I’m a mess, you just got off一”

“No, Neil, it’s fine.” Charlie shook his head and gave a soft smile, fingers absently playing with a coin on the table. “You know he’s absolutely mad about you, right?”

“You think so?”

“Please, a fool could see it. I know he’s not one to say stuff like that, but when you’re next to him一you can just tell.”

Neil giggled a little, wiping his nose with his hand. “God, I’m a fool. I never thought I even could fall this hard for someone.”

Charlie raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I knew you could. You’ve always been a lovesick bastard,” he said in response to Neil’s confused look. Neil leaned back, head craning so Charlie could only see the pale bared skin of his neck. There was a small, fresh pink bruise peeking out of the collar of his shirt, and Charlie let out a laugh. “I see you two have been busy.”

Neil’s head shot up, face glowing red. He laughed heartily, hanging his head down and closing his eyes as his shoulders shook. “Oh, ‘Wanda. I’m sorry, I should let you sleep一”

“You should tell him that. What you just told me. I'm sure the poet in him would love to hear it.”

Neil was quiet for a minute, a content look on his face. “Think I’ll wait till the proposal for that.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. “Oh?”

Neil laughed again, resting his elbows against the desk. “Don’t worry, that’s not in the works. Not yet, anyways.”

“Didn't I tell you the first day you said you liked him that you’d end up married?”

“Yeah, that was during your astrology phase. You fancied yourself a prophet.”

“Hey, Venus told me so, okay?” Charlie feigned offense and soon they were both laughing, voices echoing through the small phone speaker.

There was a minute of silence, which Neil broke. “I’d marry him in a heartbeat.”

“I know you would.”

“You’ll be best man?”

“What if I wanna walk you down the aisle instead, huh?” Neil laughed again, then yawned deeply, stretching his arms out as wide as they could go. Another love bite on his forearm made itself visible. “I think you ought to get some sleep, lover boy.”

“Yeah, yeah, probably.”

Charlie gave him a smirk. “Tell me all about the hangover when you wake.”

“You’re gonna have to get in line, I think I promised Todd I’d call him in the morning.”

“You think?”

“I’m pretty sure I also promised him my firstborn so who knows.”

“Well, it’s gonna be his kid too, so I don’t think that one counts.”

Neil smiled, eyes closed, and crossed his arms. “I’m gonna marry that boy, Charlie.”

“I don’t think anyone else stands a chance compared to you, not with him.”

“Please hang up now or we’re never gonna stop talking.”

Charlie laughed and leaned forward to grab his phone. “Goodnight, Perry. Tell your fiancé I say hi.”

“G’night, Nuwanda,” Neil said sleepily.

Charlie pressed the end call button and got himself ready for bed before curling himself under his duvet. He hummed Santeria to himself for a while as he slowly drifted off, for once thankful he worked late so that Neil’s call could be answered. He’d have to tell this story to Todd sometime, he thought, knowing the other man would find it hilarious. Maybe the next time one of them got drunk or proposed or something.

-

He told it at their wedding, it turned out. He had any number of embarrassing stories to choose about either of them, but there was something satisfying about describing Neil weeping about his love while the current Neil nearly cried with laughter, holding his husband’s hand above the table. Of course they made it, everyone knew they would. Todd turned to kiss Neil’s cheek as the toast closed to raucous applause, and Charlie smiled brightly. If Neil did get weepy drunk tonight (which there was a good chance of), Charlie knew he was in safe hands. He may not have known a lot about love, but he knew those two were made for each other. And Neil knew it, too.

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[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

So Toad in x-men evolution. Have you seen the show. If so thoughts?

Mainly because I want your opinion on his name being Todd Tolansky

Also do you have his theme song as your ringtone? If you didn't know he has a theme song and I'm pretty sure it's one of the few songs with lyrics.

BTW you will fucking love the Bayville sirens and when you see this I hope I can show you this amv where they have an amv to the tune of her girls.

I have seen parts, but not all, of Evolution. (I went out of my way to watch the Toad episodes, though.)

As a show in general, it's fine. It's cute, and it's interesting that the writers managed to actually get an official X-Men High School AU going. I don't mind that it veers far away from comics stories, because all adaptations will make changes, and because we're obviously nowhere close to 616 continuity.

Toad himself is one of my favorite, if not actual favorite characters from the series. He and Fred were my favorite adaptations for the show. They kept a lot of the comics personality intact, but gave them a bit more sympathetic likability in presenting them as teenagers. I actually appreciate that Evo Toad, while something of a coward, doesn't have an unhealthy worship of Magneto. He might grovel to save his own skin, but he doesn't fawn over an abusive master. Way to know your worth, Evo Toad!

Todd Tolansky - I mean, it does sound like the name for a character who would have a Brooklyn accent, so it works. It's weird to me that, out of ALL the characters, only Toad and Avalanche had their civilian names changed. I guess Mortimer didn't sound right for a teenager, and Lance Alvers conveniently erased Avalanche's Greek roots because they wanted all or most of the characters to be American (Toad's British roots also erased, of course). Which makes sense, given that they are all just living in a California town going to the same high school. But still, couldn't they have made Avalanche the son of Greek immigrants or something? Dominic doesn't even sound all that strange as a name, you'd think if they could keep Pietro as a name, they could keep Dominic. But I guess completely changing the name was just an indication of how the character has almost nothing in common with comics Avalanche, and is basically Rictor.

And when he screws up, he's definitely Rictor:

I think my only complaint about "Todd Tolansky" is that, like "Lance Alvers," it is a little too cute and on-the-nose for their powers and codenames. Like if they called Quicksilver "Quentin Silvers" or "Dash Speedy" or something like that. As much as I wished Evo Pyro had been with the Brotherhood rather than Acolytes (and therefore gotten more screentime), there's a good chance he also would have been an American teen named "Ash" or "Blaze."

I know about the Toad song, it's cute. Toad deserves his own catchy little theme. I do not have it as my ringtone, because I am over 30 and terminally uncool, and have never had a custom ringtone in my life.

I am familiar with the Bayville Sirens, although to be honest I kinda prefer the Gotham City Sirens.

[tadpole-san]

are we still friends? ;  d.g. part two pairing: titans!dick grayson x reader, on-and-off relationship warnings: dick being his therapy-needing titans self, slight canon divergence from titans 1x06, and an ending that may or may not lead to a part two a/n: i will never let go of my personal dick grayson grudge, but this exists solely because i love @capricorn-stark

The last time you had seen Dick Grayson, he’d outfitted himself with packed belongings and a one-way ticket to Detroit, Michigan. Seeing him off at the airport would turn out to be the last time you saw him for a year - a fact you hadn’t picked up on at the time, but did, in fact, predict. To a degree.

“You could come visit,” he’d offered, just steps away from his gate. “You - well, you said you had plans to go to Chicago, right? The drive’s not too bad.” It was hard to say no.

Because this was Dick Grayson, and he had to be so earnest about everything he did. Even when it was asking you to come see him as he was moving hundreds of miles away from Gotham (hundreds of miles away from you, a part of your mind whispered, even as you reminded yourself that this didn’t have anything to do with you so much as it had to do with his fractured relationship with Bruce). Because he was trying to make things work.

“How are you able to be friends with your exes?” you’d asked, bemused and flabbergasted all at once. It wasn’t the first time. “I really try to hate you, you know.” That got him to laugh - which was nice. You felt as though you hadn’t really smiled in a long time.

“Maybe that’s my superpower.”

“Your superpower is super annoying,” you’d deadpanned, before leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you around, Grayson.”

An empty promise neither of you acknowledged.

After that, it was all too easy to fall out of touch with Dick - one too many missed calls, excuses of taking more shifts at his police station when you were more than capable of keeping up with the news that spoke of a vigilant Robin without its bat, until eventually, total radio silence. And you were happy to leave it at that, knowing that whatever Dick was working through, he’d clearly rather do it on his own.

So when even the Robin sightings in Detroit stopped entirely, you didn’t push things. Maybe he’d finally done it: give up the costume for good, leave the life behind like he said he would do, but never actually committed to.

This was probably a sign. That you need to go see him, like you said you would do, but never committed to.

Which means that the last thing you expect, on your morning coffee run in Chicago, was to quite literally run into the man of the hour himself.

“Dick?” The word comes in a way that is akin to a strangled duck squawking.  You wonder if the man before you is real - if you’re not just imagining the figure that stands before you, cuts and bruises littering his face. As if he’s been in a fight.

With his track record, there probably was a fight. With him, there’s always the fight.

“Sup?” Dick’s not the one who answers you first. It’s the kid standing at his side, walking with a swagger that speaks volumes to the confidence of a kid who’s filling out the big boy shoes with his own ego. You try not to judge too much - there’s always a story behind a stance like his. “Jason Todd, at your service.”

A train passes on the overhead, the sound drawing you out of your thoughts. You realize his hand is still offered to you, and you shake it, still staring at Dick. He’s tense, shoulders drawn, hunched in on himself and bracing for a fight.

Something’s up. And with the Boy Wonder, it’s always something big, and possibly earth-shattering. Inwardly, you sigh. On the outside, you smile wryly and introduce yourself to Jason.

“You probably know who I am,” you say, letting go of Jason’s hand and stepping back. Your grip on your bag tightens. “Dick’s a big storyteller, once you get him going.” Dick verbally steps in before Jason can say anything to either confirm or deny your words.

“I could use your help.”

He doesn’t say we.

“I can see that,” you deadpan, motioning to his face. Your hand stops shy of actually touching the bruise blossoming against tanned skin. “A personal favor, then?” He turns his head away from you, and you spot the (quite frankly) atrocious brown car parked on the curb.

“That’s my ride.” He’s defensive, and you get the feeling that it isn’t about the car. You raise your hand in surrender, but he doesn’t relax - in a way, it’s nice to know that you’re probably not the reason he looks ready to pull a Flash and run as soon as the chance to do so opened up for him.

“You’re parked in front of my ride,” you reply, reaching into your bag and pulling the keys out. You let them twirl around your finger as you turn and walk towards your car, looking over your shoulder at him. “Am I going to need to make a stop at home to get the old suit out?” Somehow, that actually brings a smile to Dick’s face, and he ducks his head slightly as he chuckles.

“I just need you,” he calls out, finally pulling a hand out of his pockets and raising it in your direction to let you see the phone in his palm that’s open to your texts with him. There’s a new one that is likely the address of whatever safehouse he was holed up in.

You try not to linger on his words for too long.

“They’re hot,” you hear Jason say. It’s followed immediately by a yelp - presumably from Dick either elbowing him or punching his arm - and a “you’re way too young for that.” Despite yourself, you grin.

You’d missed him. Even if you weren’t going to admit it to his face.

When you finally make it to the address Dick sends you, he’s not even the one who lets you pass Bruce’s more-than-extensive security system. It’s Jason who does that.

Instead, you find Dick bent over the bathroom sink, the blade of a scalpel pressed to the skin of his arm. There’s also an unconscious body cuffed to the shower behind him, but you compartmentalize that for later.

“Are you okay?” At the sound of your voice, DIck freezes - like a deer caught in headlights - and looks up at you. You can see him visibly relax as he lets out a sigh that works to relieve some of the tension wound up in his body. You raise an eyebrow, and walk over to him.

“It’s not what you think,” he tells you, then uses the scalpel to motion towards the device discarded on the white porcelain. You pick it up, turning it over in your hands. “Bruce planted a tracker, in me, and I’m trying to-”

“Cut him out?” you finish, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Cut it out,” he corrects.

“I know what I said.” You watch through the mirror’s reflection as he finally makes the incision, thick red blood pouring down his arm and dripping into the sink. You’re already opening the cabinet to find gauze to wrap his arm with. “Let me see that-” The ringtone coming from the phone between you two cuts you off. You look at him. And then you look down at the screen. The name Kori flashes across it.

“New girlfriend?” you dare to ask, meeting his eyes in the mirror. Dick purses his lips, swiping a bloody thumb over the screen to deny the call before he’s reaching for the tweezers.

“No,” He grits his teeth, maneuvering the metal tweezers in the wound he made. “We just met,” Dick adds, meeting your eyes again. For his sake, you offer a tentative smile. He sighs, and finally retracts a tracker that resembles a battery watch. It falls into your open hand. You’re glad for the distraction, because - shit.

Those eyes.

Dick possesses what you swear is the most beautiful shade of eyes you’ve ever seen, and he models them beautifully. Those baby blues were always going to be your downfall, and seeing them had been enough for you to call in a precious sick day at work so you could help him out on whatever case brings him to Chicago. They’re the reason you have a case in your car trunk containing a suit you swore to leave in the closet.

They make you realize you can be so weak.

“I’m not dating right now,” Dick continues, filling in the space of your prolonged silence. He doesn’t take the gauze from your hand - even though he could - and instead, holds his arm out towards you so you can wrap it yourself. “Actually, I haven’t really seen anyone since I was with you.”

“I think that says less about what our relationship was, and more about you going full lone-wolf.” You hesitate to finish, and you keep a loose grip on his arm. His skin is warm. “The more you try to be the anti-Bruce, the more you’re becoming like him. You know that, right?” He’s not looking you in the eye anymore. Anger isn’t what drives him to do that, you think - it’s more like a combination of guilt, of the expression of a kid who thinks he’s a disappointment to the people leaning on him. People shouldn’t lean on a kid.

“I’m working on it.”

“I know.” Finally, you set the roll of gauze aside and release his arm. It allows you to take the chance to reach for him and make him look at you again. “And thank you,” you add. “For coming to see me.” He manages another smile, reaching up to cover your hand in his. You know what he would do if you were still dating. He would’ve pressed a kiss to your hand, and he would laugh it off, probably with some sort of cheeky quip. A I knew you missed me too much or I’d come by to see you any day.

You’re not dating anymore. And it’s confusing as hell, because sometimes it feels like you still are. On the rare days that he still calls you for no reason to tell you about a case from work he’s stuck on, or to remind you that you made a promise to see him, pairing it with a good tease about how seeing him in the new uniform would probably be too much for you. On those nights, Robin isn’t flying solo on the streets of Detroit.

“The lead brought me to Chicago,” he explains, tilting his head in the direction of the man lying in the shower.

“Is it a work case?”

“Not exactly. It’s-” you anticipate the familiar complicated. The word doesn’t come. “There’s a lot I need to update you on,” he settles on saying instead, running stained hands under the sink. “And if it’s Chicago, you’re going to be my number one. Right?”

“Right,” you agree, traces of amusement seeping into your tone as you cross your arms. “I called in sick at work,” you add. “Am I going to need to make up an excuse for the rest of the week?” The question, lighthearted as it’s supposed to be, holds weight to it that neither of you acknowledge.

“I’m probably going to be out of the state in a couple of days,” Dick says instead of answering, drying his hands off with a towel. He lets it drop in the sink, walking back out in the hallway with you. “You don’t need to - it’s a lot. And there’s these guys I’m kind of traveling with-”

“Dick.”

When he faces you, it’s your turn to shove hands in your pockets to avoid wringing them out in front of him. You take a deep breath, leaning back on your heels to look at him. “You didn’t need to find me,” you tell him. “That Jason kid? He wouldn’t be sticking around if he couldn’t be decent backup for this.”

“Are you detective-ing me out right now?” Dick’s actually trying not to laugh. You’re not sure if you should hit him or not.

“That’s not a word!”

“You know what I mean! And yes! I’m trying to figure out what’s going on with you!” By now, he’s actually laughing - and even if a part of you is annoyed, sure, there’s more of you that just feels relief. Because you can’t remember the last time he’d laughed like that, either, and it gives you a bit of hope.

Hope that the parts of him you fell in love with aren’t as lost as you thought.

“There’s a lot,” he admits, shifting his weight and trying to step back so he isn’t crowding you in the hall. “I know - the Bruce thing, you’re sick of that bullshit. I got a lot going on.” His phone starts up again, and this time, he pulls it out. The fluorescent light washes out his skin, but you can see his expression sober up. “I need to take this.” The traces of laughter in his voice are gone, and it feels like he’s slipping away again. There’s frustration that must show on your face, because he reaches out to you and moves a stray lock of hair out of your eyes in a silent apology.

“Go.” You manage not to sound as bitter as you feel - and with him, it’s not a bitterness that’s always there, but it inevitably creeps up on you. The same way the shadow of a bat hangs over him. Dick nods, and you start to walk away when he grabs your wrist again.

“You aren’t my backup for this,” he says firmly, and you know you’re fucked. Because he’s looking at you with those eyes, and it’s like you’re in that airport with him all over again, with nothing but empty promises and a broken relationship the two of you are hanging onto by a thread. “You’re-” he falters. He hesitates, and you’re ready to watch Dick Grayson walk away from you again.

“You’re everything.”

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[justcourttee]

Love, Right?

This was an ask from AO3, but I loved it so much and wanted to post it here too.

vasiliassuns asked: aaaaa!! i love all these one shots so much:)! would it be any trouble to ask for the waynes (minus alfred, he knows all) being in paris to research ladybug and accidentally see marinette transform before watching her whoop ass? (i know theres a lot of fics with this in the damianette tag, but aa!! such a good trope,,,and your writing is awesome.) its totally cool if not! i also wanna add that im super excited for the next chapter:) seriously tho your writing is awesome and i adore it

If you had told Damian Al Ghul Wayne that he would discover the love of his life in a shotty alleyway in Paris, France, he would’ve laughed in your face.

Yet there he was, his heart racing a million times a minute as he watched her swing into action sending the akumatized person sailing with a solid kick to their chest.

‘Flawless Execution, I couldn’t have done it better myself.’

Damian ignored the crowds pushing against him trying to take cover in the nearest shelter. He knew that by now his family would’ve seen his transmission from the camera contacts that Barbara had provided them before leaving Gotham. They would also be racing toward the battle hoping to catch a glimpse of how these victims communicated with the notorious Hawkmoth.

He turned the corner colliding into three other rushing bodies.

They all fell to the ground with a groan, each holding their own heads with equal scowls directed at the others. Damian was the first to find his feet as he crossed her arms, glaring down on his mess of brothers. Three voices filled the alleyway simultaneously, all as panicked at the other.

“Damian was that the coffee goddess-”

“Damian was that the flying angel from the acrobat gym-”

“Damian was that your girlfriend-”

Everyone silenced as their gazes shifted to where Jason stood. He only shrugged his shoulders in response, that familiar smirk pulling at his lips.

“She’s not my girlfriend Todd.” Damian tried to say it with the straightest face he could manage but he could do nothing to hide the red that had crept up his cheeks.

“Well, whatever she is doesn’t matter. What does matter is that the flying angel is Ladybug! That information would’ve been helpful earlier. We were already hanging out in civilian form, I mean, we could’ve been having our top-secret meetings without the masks!”

“Dick, some of us care about our secret identities unlike you.”

Dick pouted as Tim elbowed his side.

“All I’m saying is that if she can trust me to catch her 40 feet above the ground, then she should be able to trust me with her secret identity.”

“It’s not like she knows our identity’s Richard.” Damian narrowed his eyes at the older boy essentially silencing his continuous whining. “Besides, she probably didn’t want to harm us. If we showed care for her superheroine side, then Hawkmoth could try to attack us to get to her.”

Jason flailed his hand around mocking Damian’s speech behind his head earning a giggle from the others. Damian’s whole face flushed red as he tried to count backward from 10 to avoid killing Jason.

A blur of red landed in front of him, her slightly flushed face staring above them, as determined as ever.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

Her eyes darted down to meet his, a slightly surprised look crossing her face.

“Gentlemen, please return to the shelter. It’s not safe right now.”

The boys stared at each other, calculating their best chances of regrouping if they split now. She swung off before she heard their answer shielding them from the oncoming blow. Damian wanted to rush to her side and help her back to her feet but it wasn’t the right moment.

As they made their way back toward the shelter, Damian’s mind was racing a million times a minute.

The quiet girl with a load of sass who helped him study French couldn’t be the bold superheroine who fought crime on a daily basis right? It seemed illogical.

Yet the more he thought about it, the more he could see it. The way she stood up in class to Chloe and Lila whenever they attacked him, the way she could maneuver around every situation within mere seconds of seeing how it would play out, the way those same blue eyes would shine with determination when she knew she was the smartest one in the room and was only being challenged to prove it.

“I’m so stupid.”

“Wait, can you say that again? I wanna make it my ringtone.”

Damian stuck his foot out as he skidded to a stop taking joy in seeing Todd tumble to the ground, a satisfying rip coming from his new leather jacket.

“Ah, c’mon man, it was just a joke!”

A small scream of terror caught their attention. A girl stood in the middle of the cobblestone, clinging to a stuffed bear, the Akuma looming over her as if ready to strike. Damian knew he couldn’t make it quick enough, but damn if he wasn’t going to try.

The Akuma's hand came down before he had even moved an inch, a sickening smack turning Damian’s stomach. As the dust cleared, Damian raced forward, intent on beheading any man who dared to lay hands on a child so small, but the Akuma was nowhere in sight.

The only thing that was left was a breathless Ladybug, dropped to her knees in front of the small girl, a white butterfly fluttering into the sky.

“Mar-Ladybug!”

Her head perked up at the sound of Damian’s voice as he fell beside her, checking her over for any injuries.

“I’m fine Damian, please, check on the girl.”

As if Damian needed any more confirmation that Ladybug was Marinette. Here she was not even denying that she knew him in that cute stammering manner she did. With a small nod, he turned to check over the girl, making sure the Akuma hadn’t bruised her.

Beside him, Ladybug stumbled to her feet throwing her Miraculous Cure into the air. Instantly, Damian noticed all the damage disappearing under the blinding lights as if the battle had never happened in the first place. He wanted to ask her how the magic behind it worked, but the sound of a shout cut him off.

“Oi! Get back here you little brat! I’m not done teaching you a lesson for eating my food!”

Instantly the girl in his arms became smaller. Ladybug noticed it as well as her eyes hardened, almost daring the man to take a step forward.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stop right there. You were just a victim of Hawkmoth’s powers and need to be checked over by Chat Noir.”

The blonde hero nodded warily as if ready to attack from behind if things went south.

“I ain’t doing any of that. This child right here is mine and needs to be taught a lesson one way or another.”

Ladybug glanced behind her at the small girl’s silent tears as she clung to Damian’s arms as if they were her lifeline.

“You will be doing no such thing. In fact, by the end of today, she will no longer be your child. I suggest you leave now sir, I wouldn’t want things to get ugly.”

The man had the audacity to laugh. It fueled the rage inside Damian, but he refused to let go of the girl. He feared that if he did, she would run.

“What are you gonna do? You superheroes can’t touch me if I’m not akumatized.”

In a flash, he lunged forward. Ladybug wasn’t even fazed as she sidestepped him, pushing his head down into the cobblestone below. It was only one blow, but he was out cold, a small split on his forehead.

Damian couldn’t help the way his jaw hung.

“Medic, he’s going to need stitches. Sir,” Damian shook the shock from his face as he met her eyes. “This child seems to have taken a liking to you, would you mind taking her to the police station for me? Tell them I will be there soon to make my report and check on her.”

Damian nodded, unable to find his voice as those intimidating eyes stared down into his.

“And one more thing, I’ll be checking in with you later as well. It seems we have much to talk about little bird.”

Damian’s entire face flushed red as she swung off with her partner, his eyes never leaving her figure until she was out of sight. The sound of pounding feet on the pavement brought him back to reality as his brother’s skidded in front of him, their faces as impressed as his.

“Hey Damian, this is your fair warning. If you don’t date her, I might.”

“Ditto.”

“Me three.”

Damian stumbled over his denial as he watched his brother’s burst into laughter. Dick gathered the young girl from his arms, cooing at her until she was calm once more, allowing him to finally stand.

“You all are not worthy of her, only I am.”

Jason crossed his arms mocking Damian’s half pout as he and Tim shared another laugh at the murderous look in his eyes. He could care less what these imbeciles thought, the only thing that mattered was what she did.

And he couldn’t wait to find out.

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Older Bat-Sis: Beats

Request: More older Batsis content please 💕

A/N: I have missed this.

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Already you were dreading the following 18 hours, having woken up on the worst day of the year - the day that set both your anxiety and paranoia on edge as you continued the unwilling ritual.

It was on this day that you were most grateful for living alone, you'd locked all windows and doors not that it'd do much good against lock-pickers but it brought you time at the very least. Time to escape.

.

An ominous ringtone sounded that rattled you to the brink of full consciousness and alerted you to exactly who was calling.

"Morning Bruce, what's up?" Came your raspy voice, yawning as you got the words out.

"What's up? I'm wishing you happy birthday, I do this every year at the same time (Y/n), you should know this by now."

"I know, I - wait! Who's in the Manor right now?!" Urgency took over, and Bruce automatically sensed the worry in your tone.

"What do you-" Before he could finish you had cut him off with something he couldn't argue with.

"Tell me exactly where they are Bruce, I'm serious."

"Dick is at the breakfast table with Damian, Tim is down in the Batcave and Alfred is on his way over." Bruce gave an exasperated sigh, it was too early for this nonsense but he answered you honestly knowing that he was probably the only one you could trust today.

"Okay... that's 3 accounted for, where's Duke and Jason?"

"Duke is out studying and lord knows where Jason is. All the best (Y/n), I hope your training helps." He finished, estimating Alfred should arrive soon.

"Thanks Batdad, I'll see you later."

.

It was no more than 30 minutes after you'd hung up that you received a knock on the door and there stood a pleased Alfred who you instantly embraced out of sheer happiness.

"Ah Miss (L/n) be careful, I put a lot of effort into making this. It's your favourite." The Butler explained, placing a box of handmade confectionary on your counter and you couldn't help but thank him as he handed you a card whilst engaging in idle conversation as you prepared beverages.

However, the moment was disrupted by the rhythmic thud of heavy boots and you couldn't help but glare at the smirking intruder whilst readying a defensive stance.

"Now now sis, you may've evaded me last year but I've got you this time."

"Doubt it Little Wing. Alfred it was a pleasure I love you very much and there's a cup of tea ready for you so please enjoy it during my absence." You politely informed, knowing Alfred favoured your tea before dodging Jason and swiping his grappling gun in the process. He came after you of course, but you side stepped toward the window and as your brother skimmed your wrist he tumbled to the floor courtesy of your precautions.

"You booby trapped your own home?!" Jason reprimanded, untangling the rope knotted around his ankle that left you with a running start.

"Oh my goodness gracious Jason, you've been bamboozled!"

"Damnit (Y/n), that’s copyright!" You barely heard his embarrassed shout as you grappled over to the next building with an echoing laugh.

.

You'd raced across Gothams skyline with a varying degree of grace but your new destination was Selina's place as at least she’d be on your side - however you were suddenly swept off course, wind racing through your hair as the light of early morning spiralled around you before drifting to a halt with feet once again on the concrete.

"Happy birthday beautiful, should I ask why you're running across buildings in your slippers?"

"You know why West." Your eyes narrowed at the charming speedster, knowing he’d been in the loop regarding this tradition for years.

"You're right, speaking of, I'm here on behalf of Dick and Damian - your presence is required at the Manor." There was a hint of sympathy in his tone but ultimately he was enjoying seeing you like this.

"No, Wally please! I'll do anything, don't take me back there!" You grabbed his shoulders, forehead resting against his chest to accompany your sincerity.

"(Y/n), you know your brother is my best friend." He said it as a statement, like it had already determined your fate though he did not want to follow through with it.

"We're friends too! I'll buy you food for a month! Wally I will literally marry you if you save me from them, please!" You gazed up at him with a hopeful yet mischievous expression but apparently it was no use.

"I'm sorry." With that you were rushed off of your feet once more.

Within moments you were in Wayne Manor, Dick happily grinned, stepping closer to your glaring figure as you stepped back only to bump into his partner in crime.

"Nice work Wally, sorry (Y/n) but I had to use all of my resources this year including Damian."

"With my help, the family will not fail beloved Sister.” The youngest Wayne approved, though you weren’t certain he knew the history of this sibling war.

Fortunately Cass appeared in the lounge area just in time, you waved over to her and with the girl being informed of your situation prior to your birthday she instantly jumped Dick as you took the opportunity to take the exit but your efforts proved futile when Wally beat you to the doorway. You heard a muffled sound of victory from the eldest brother but much to your surprise the speedster before you leant on the doorframe, a hand running through his hair and a wistful sigh escaping his lips.

“You owe me a wedding ring.”

“Thank you!” With that you took your exit leaving two frustrated brothers in your wake.

“Speedsters are useless! Titus after (L/n)!”

Now you knew the Manor well but there was no escaping a determined Damian and you weren’t completely surprised when he caught you off guard and had you cornered with an excitable canine by his side.

“Damian, my youngest and favourite sibling, do you know what they’re doing?”

“Grayson told me it was ‘Birthday Beats’.” He spoke the term somewhat questionably, suggesting he wasn’t familiar with it’s meaning.

“And did he tell you what that entailed and why they’re doing it?” You replied with skepticism, hoping that you’d be able to use this to your advantage.

“No...”

“Hm, then let me tell you everything.”

.

After that encounter you were able to remain undetected for the majority of the afternoon, returning home to change and finding a thank you note from Alfred and a gift from Jason for the drinks as they’d obviously caught up after you’d escaped. It wasn’t until you were brought back to the Manor for dinner which was, as agreed, time out to enjoy the meal and company of the family to celebrate and converse. After that it was a free for all and you found yourself caught between Dick and Jason.

“Gotcha!” The two smugly commented in unison, Dick continuing with his taunting.

“Your streak ends here master, sorry to ruin it.”

“TT - you will not be harming my sister! No matter how trivial it may be.”

“Yes Damian!” You celebrated as he revealed himself and stood by your side, you rustling the boys hair in a playful manner before smirking at the two dumbfounded vigilantes.

“(Y/n) has given us Birthday Beats without fail every year since we’ve been apart of this family and we haven’t gotten her once. Why are you on her side anyway Demon Spawn?” Jason could only give an exasperated sigh once he’d finished his passionate justification accompanied by varying hand gestures.

“Because I like (L/n) more than you Todd. That and we struck a deal.” Damian was relishing in pissing of the Outlaw but nodded signifying it was safe for you to leave without fear of losing your streak.

.

Upon leaving the Batcave you were greeted by a gleeful Stephanie but you knew better than to trust her on today of all days.

“Where is he Steph?”

“(Y/n) I can’t just give up my boyfriend, I’m on his side.” The girl pouted, hoping her facade would last longer than 2 seconds.

As you were already on high alert the sudden appearance of Duke and Tim was expected, unfortunately you had 10 minutes left until midnight but that was a stretch considering you were out of options. You’d evaded them for a good 8 minutes but Dukes abilities were incredibly useful in predicting someone’s next moves thus it became inevitable that you’d lose after all this time.

“C’mon guys, it’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Was your feeble attempt.

“Not gonna happen, you’re the only one besides Barbara, Cass and Damian that haven’t had Beats (Y/n) and that injustice has gone on long enough. From what I hear anyway.” Duke playfully shrugged, more excited to boast to Dick and Jason that Tim and himself had succeeded where they’d failed.

*SMASH*

The sound surprised everyone, the three of you rushing out to the origin as defending the Manor came before any games you’d decided to play but much to your relief you discovered a calm Alfred sweeping up the remnants of a shattered antique.

“Sorry for the disturbance, damn thing is heavier than I thought.” The butler sighed, rolling his eyes as he continued his chore.

At that moment the clock struck midnight and instantly you released a joyous celebration.

“You’re kidding me, we were so close this time!” Tim held the bridge of his nose but went along with Duke to no doubt inform the others that they were unsuccessful in their final attempt.

“Next year (Y/n)!”

“Thank you Alfred, I owe you.” Came your knowing gratitude, assisting in cleaning up the mess with a sly smile.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, accidents happen all the time around here Miss (Y/n). But, you know how I like my tea.” Alfred responded without any hint of mischief whatsoever but the last statement proved your assumptions.

.

At 00:07 you strolled into the kitchen, the same place you met your father on your birthday year after year and like always he was waiting for you with a newspaper in hand and drink for you on the table.

“What did it cost you this year?”

“My spare keys to the Batmobile for a month, a Ming Dynasty Vase, I’m also engaged now and Jason ate one of Alfreds confectionaries. The highest price I’ve ever paid by my calculations.” You slumped your head into your arms with a sorrowful expression as Bruce shook his head.

“For a start that vase was a replica made specifically for this situation so don’t worry about that and you’re welcome. As you remain unbeaten Barry will be shocked to hear of it.” Your father smirked, a proud look in his eyes as he chuckled to himself.

“You and Barry placed a bet?” You raised a brow at the billionaire before you who could only smile in return before answering your question.

“We did. Barry thought with his nephew helping Richard, your streak would finally be broken this year. But he severely underestimated how ‘whipped’ Wallace is for you.”

“I’m just getting over the fact you are using the term ‘whipped’ right now.” You couldn’t help but release a breathy laugh, smugness in your voice as you pointed to your father as it fell silent for a couple of moments whilst you took a sip of your drink.

“...”

“You have a spare key to the Batmobile?” It was as if it had just properly registered, tone more serious than previously and you had to quickly bring up a more threatening subject to focus on to prevent you getting into trouble.

“Whah - nooo - actually Batdad since I’m getting married can you walk me down the aisle? Yes? Great - thank you!”

“Married? - To who?! (Y/n) this isn’t over!” He called after your retreating figure, no doubt you’d be getting ‘the talk’ as soon as he discovered their identity.

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Welcome to Gotham

Jason is mid-mission when his wife calls him to meet her at the hospital.

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: pregnancy, giving birth (off-screen), FLUFF, new-dad Jason

Word Count: 820

Note: This was supposed to come out for father’s day, but I forgot about it with the MitB chapter of Family Found. And I don’t want to write it and just queue it for next year, so here it be. If you really like it, please share it with your friends. Enjoy!

In the alley below, the side door to a jewelry business was barely illuminated by the street light. Nightwing hovered above on the neighboring building. He glanced over the rest of the alley, but couldn’t see anything but shadow.

“Can you see me?”

“No. If I was supposed to, you wouldn’t be asking.” Nightwing chuckled. “How’s Y/N doing?”

“Ready to pop any day now.” Red Hood paused and Nightwing could hear him reconsidering what he’d said. “Do not tell her I said that.”

Nightwing snorted. “How often have you gotten in the doghouse for-“ He broke off as the alarm sounded and the side door burst open. “The race is-“

“On it.”

Two people came out of the door and flattened themselves against the wall. The cops were still miles away, and Nightwing stayed aloft to see how dramatic his partner could be. Coast clear and itching with adrenaline, the perps rushed for the only exit. Red Hood stepped out of the shadow, blocking their path.

“In a hurry? Why don’t you-“ his pocket began to ring with your ringtone. “Would you… excuse me, please? Hello?”

What was he doing? Nightwing watched amused as Red Hood answered his phone, the two robbers frozen in place.

“Jason,” he heard over the coms. Your voice was strained. “It’s happening. Get over here. It’s happening! Now!”

“Oh no,” he mumbled. “Sorry guys, gotta go. Nightwing, you’ve got this, right?” Jason was on his bike in seconds.

“Yep. How lucky were you guys?” He dropped to finish the arrest.  “Dodged Red Hood only to get snatched up by me?”

He stayed on the line with you the whole time. Alfred ended up driving you to the hospital, but Jason helped keep you mostly calm enough to do the breathing exercises. “In and out, sweetheart.” His breath whistled with his own in and out. “Keep going, Y/N. I’m here. We’ve got this.”

The proud panic in his voice made you smile. It only lasted for a second before a sharp contraction made you cry out. You heard him curse and the sound of his engine getting pushed to the limit.

Alfred took your hand. “Just a little further Ms. Y/N. We’re almost there.”

“I’m going to meet you at the door.” Through the call, you heard cars honking at him.

“Jason,” you pleaded, “you can be late if you get here safely. I want you there in one piece.”

Alfred pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital. Jason came speeding around another corner and parked his bike in the bushes. He opened the door and tossed his helmet, jacket, and guns into the floorboard at your feet. He lifted you out and carried you towards the doors.

“Let’s get you two inside.” He held your hand as the nurses inside loaded you into a wheelchair and hurried you to a delivery room. You would have laughed to see him wearing scrubs over his gear, but the contractions were hitting faster. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m here.”

Your child was beautiful. Already you could tell they were going to have dark hair like Jason. Their fingers curled around the tip of your pinkie and squirmed in their sleep. Jason stood at your side, stroking your hair and occasionally kissing the top of your head. He thought they looked like you. You thought they looked like both of you.

The nurse noticed your eyes drooping and handed your baby to Jason after sitting him down. You laid back and fought off sleep for a little while longer. Jason was smiling. At your child. At you. It was a small smile, but every emotion he was feeling glowed on his face. You were just drifting off to sleep when he started whispering to them.

“Your mom’s worn out, but we can talk for a bit right? Welcome to Gotham, kiddo. It’s full of crazy and darkness. But for you, it’s also full of family. All your uncle and aunt robins, and Bruce. Does that make him grandpa? He’ll love that. And Uncle Alfred is family too. Then there’s me. Your dad.” Jason sighed. “Heads up, I’m not perfect. None of us are, but you’ve got the best village Gotham has to offer.”

You cracked your eyes open and saw Jason moving his finger back and forth with their fist curled around it.

“I’m not going to let anything or anyone hurt you. Or your mom. You two are my world.” Jason leaned down and kissed the top of their head. “Goodnight. We’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll always be here. I promise.”

Jason handed them to the nurse to take to the nursery, then saw you watching him. You scooched over so he could join you on the cot. He kissed each of your eyelids, then your lips. You barely heard him through the haze of sleep.

“I love you. I always will. I promise.”

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Just Be Careful

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood, feat. Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Rating: PG-13/T (for themes of cheating)

Original Idea: This song and a shoutout to @welovegroot for helping me out when I got stuck!

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I’m not terribly inclined to believe any of the Batboys are cheaters, but, y’know, welovegroot loves it when I write drama so... here’s some more!

^^^^^

“Starbeam!” I called to my little sister as she skipped down the hallway like she was walking on Cloud Nine. She stopped and spun around to look at me, a huge smile on her face. “What’s goin’ on, kiddo? You seem really happy.”

She beamed even brighter. “Jason and I are dating now!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me.

I smiled, excited—before a dark feeling wrapped around my heart. Profound worry. “That’s great, kiddo,” I said. “But… be careful, okay? Jason’s a survivor.”

“Oh don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud, Starlight!”

“Sorry. I just want you to be careful. I hope you two are happy together.”

“We will be!” she replied brightly before letting me go and skipping back down the hallway.

I watched her go, my expression falling.

Dick wrapped his arm around my shoulders, appearing from nowhere. “What’s up with her?” he asked when she was out of earshot.

“She and Jason… are dating,” I said.

“How cute. They’ve been crushing on each other for like a year now. Wait. Why do you look so worried?”

I sighed. “Starbeam is optimistic. But it borders on naïve. I just… her parents took me in after my parents kicked me out for being a metahuman. She’s my little sister. I don’t want her to get her heart broken.” Down the hall, she went spinning around a corner and disappeared.

“They’ll be fine. They’re twenty—plenty old enough to figure things out.”

“I wish I had your confidence,” I muttered.

“C’mon, babe. You and I have been together since we were eighteen. Everyone else is surprised that we’ve lasted for four years. Jay and Tal will be fine,” Dick said, kissing my temple.

I stared at where my sister disappeared. “I hope you’re right, Nightwing.”

^^^^^

One Year Later…

^^^^^

Ding-dong!

“Babe can you grab the door?” I called to Dick. “My hands are sopping wet!”

“What are you doing?” Dick asked as he got up from the living room where he’d been working for an hour.

“Dishes. The dishwasher didn’t want to get these plates clean,” I replied.

Dick chuckled as he opened the door. “Starbeam! Hey kiddo. What’s… wrong?”

I turned in time to see my younger sister push past Dick. “Sorry. I need to talk to Starlight. Now,” she said, voice thick with emotion. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were streaked with tears.

I dropped the scrub brush I was holding, wiped my hands off on the back of my shirt, and immediately wrapped her in a hug. “C’mere sweetheart,” I said, stroking her hair. Dick nodded at me over the top of her head. I nodded back and guided her gently into my and Dick’s room, easing her down onto the bed and then pulling her onto my lap when I sat down. She sobbed, clinging to the back of my T-shirt’s shoulders with hands balled into fists. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Jay. He… he cheated,” she said, breath hitching in her throat.

I pulled my sister tighter to my chest, holding her as close as possible. “Oh Starry. I am so, so sorry.”

She sniffled, squeezing closer to me too. “You were… you were right. You told me to be careful. I didn’t listen.” She had to take a moment to breathe past her crying. “I thought… you and Dick are so cute and so in love and I shipped Nightlight before it even had a name and I thought… I thought me and Jason could be… the same.”

“No two loves are the same,” I said. “You and Jason could never be exactly like me and Dick. And I was grateful for that. Because you two could learn from our mistakes.”

“Has Dick ever cheated on you?”

“No. He was quite the flirt and the ladies’ man before we got together, but once we were exclusive, he was mine. And I was his.”

“Jason’s not like Dick,” Starbeam muttered.

“They’re more similar than you might think, actually. Dick’s bright personality just outshines the rest. I’ve seen his dark side. There’s nothing scarier than the anger of a good man. Jason is the same. I remember when I first met him. I knew something resonated between him and Dick.”

“Dick’s not a cheater though.”

“No,” I agreed. “And I am so sorry this had to happen to you. You wanna tell me more?”

“I… his phone went off with the ringtone he uses for Bruce so he knows it’s probably urgent. He was in the other room so I thought I’d grab it and see what Bruce wanted. In case we both needed to go, y’know? And he had another text below it that I hadn’t heard. Some unknown number saying ‘Thanks for the other night.’ So, naturally, I asked him what that was about. He tried to lie to me, Starlight. He said he helped someone out and that was it. But why would he give them his number? And why was there a winking face with it? And why hadn’t I heard it?” She sniffed. “When I pressed it, he got defensive. When I asked if he cheated, he didn’t outright deny it. He talked around it.”

“Starbeam,” I said, holding her tight. “Did he outright admit to it?”

“After a minute. Yeah.”

“Was there any spleen crushing involved?”

“You know I wouldn’t use my powers like that, Starlight,” Starbeam muttered. “I just asked him if it was another woman. He… he finally said it was. But that it ‘wasn’t like that at all.’ That he still loved me.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. I left. Came straight here.”

“I'm sorry, kiddo. You wanna stay here for a couple days?”

“No. No thanks. You and Dick just got married. You need your alone time. I need… I need to get out of here. Away from the mountain, away from the manor. Away from this life. But just for a little bit. I'm not abandoning Starbeam I just… I need some time to be Tally for a while.”

I nodded. “I understand. Just know that you’re always welcome here.”

“I know. I just gotta go find somewhere to exist that won’t hurt until the hurt goes away.”

I stroked her hair. “I get it. Just be careful, okay?”

“You told me that once. Last year. I didn’t listen then. But… you’re wiser than me. And I'm not going to make that mistake again. I promise. I will be careful.”

“Thatta girl,” I said.

She sniffed. “Thanks for listening, Starlight.”

Dick knocked on the door. “What’s goin’ on?” he asked gently.

I quietly explained the situation to him while still holding Starbeam in my lap, watching his expression darken and grow more and more livid the entire time. It didn’t take long to summarize so he went from zero to sixty in about a minute-and-a-half.

I set my sister on the bed next to me and got up. “Tally, sweetheart, I'm gonna make you something warm to drink, okay? Be right back. Stay here.”

She sniffed. “Okay,” she muttered, curled up on herself.

I stepped out of the bedroom with Dick and started to make some hot cocoa—her favorite.

“I cannot believe Jason!” Dick growled through clenched teeth, trying to be quiet for the sake of my sobbing sister in our bedroom. “How could he even think of cheating on Tally? She’s one of the sweetest girls on the planet who would never even imagine doing the same to him!” He held the edge of the counter so tight his knuckles were turning white.

^^^^^

Jason slid the window of Mr. and Mrs. Grayson’s apartment living room open silently, poking his head in, intending to look for Tally and maybe apologize—if she’d even let him. The newlyweds were at the kitchen counter, but neither had noticed him. Dick’s back was to him and his wife’s vision was blocked by Dick. He could hear Dick angrily muttering to his wife.

They definitely knew. Starbeam must have come here after she ran out on him in tears.

“—supposed to be a good kid! He always seemed like the type who wouldn’t… argh!” Dick was saying. “I really oughtta go punch him right in the face for hurting her. She felt like a little sister to me since before you and I got married. How dare he break her heart?!”

“Dick,” Starlight—Parker—warned gently. “He’s still your brother. And he’s gone through a lot.”

“That doesn’t give him permission to pull a stunt like this!”

Jason pulled his head out of the apartment and pressed himself against the wall outside, still listening in. Eavesdroppers never heard anything they wanted to hear, and he definitely wasn’t, but he had to hear this.

Parker sighed. “Let me bring Tally out here so she can have her drink.”

There was a long silence. Then he heard the distinct sound of Tally sniffling. “—can’t figure out why he would… who he would even…” she was trying to say.

“It’s okay, kiddo,” Parker said soothingly. “I know it hurts. And I know it sucks. Just let yourself cry. It’s okay.”

“Who would he love more than me? Am I not good enough? Am I not… enough?” Tally sobbed.

Jason’s heart wrenched. Idiot, Todd. Idiot, he thought. You certainly have a knack for destroying your own life.

“Don’t you dare think that,” Dick said. “This is not your fault. It is not because of you. This is Jason’s fault, and Jason’s alone.” As much as Jason’s pride winced at those words, he knew they were true. This was all his fault.

“I… I'm never going to be like you guys, am I?” Starbeam asked with a quiver in her voice.

“What do you mean?” Parker replied.

“I… I'm never going to find love.”

“I am going to destroy Jason for breaking her heart so bad that she actually believes what she’s saying,” Dick muttered. He sounded like he was standing next to the window with his arms folded and his glare trained far away from the girls and quiet enough that they wouldn’t hear him, but Jason could. “Coward. Cowards cheat.”

Jason couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t bear to listen to the conversation in the apartment. Taking a single step, he leapt off the fire escape.

Dick was right. He was a coward for cheating on her.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Brotzly Week Day #4: ‘Laugh’

Look, Todd knew he could be a bit of a miserable asshole. It was true. He didn’t smile all that much (although that had been changing recently, and he suspected a certain holistic detective was to blame), and he laughed even less. It was a fact of his life, and he was at peace with it.

Dirk, however, was not.

Todd was so caught up in a rare belly-laugh at one of Amanda’s jokes, that he didn’t notice the quiet beep of Dirk’s phone right as he started. He noticed the one after the laugh was done though, and he turned his head to find Dirk pointing his phone directly at Todd, face stretched in a triumphant beam.

“Got it!” said Dirk proudly, withdrawing the phone and flicking the screen.

“What? Got what, what’s going-?”

He was cut off by the sound of his own laughter ringing out from Dirk’s speakers. Dirk smiled smugly, tapping the screen a few more times. “Looks like I’ve got a new ringtone!”

“What the-? Dirk, what the hell?!”

“Calm down, Todd,” said Dirk with a light snort. “You’ve got a lovely laugh and I don’t hear enough of it! I just thought I’d take matters into my own hands.”

“Dirk, you can’t have me laughing as your ringtone it’s… it’s weird!”

“People have their significant others as lockscreens, no?” Dirk argued, turning his phone for Todd to see. Sure enough, the screen was filled with an unflattering picture of Todd’s sleeping face pressed into the couch cushions. “I think it completes the theme.”

“Dirk, it’s creepy!” Todd insisted, flustered. “People are gonna hear that and, and- how would you like it, huh? If I just- just used your voice as a text alert without permission? It’d be weird, right?”

Dirk looked… a little too happy. “I’d be touched, actually.”

“Oh, yeah? How ‘bout we put that theory to the test, hm?” Todd said, sliding his own phone out of his pocket and flicking to settings (completely ignoring the photo of Dirk attempting to play Todd’s guitar with his tongue sticking out in concentration on the lock screen- it wouldn’t help his case right now). “Just a sec- there!” he tapped ‘preview’ and Dirk’s laugh rang tinnily out of the speakers, filling the office. “Not so flattering now, right? Anyone within ten feet of me is gonna hear that every time I get a message and-“

It was at that moment that he remembered who else currently was within ten feet of him, and he stiffened. Slowly, he turned his head back round, and came face to face with his sister’s look of delighted disbelief.

“So,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “You’ve already got his laugh recorded, huh?”

Shit. “I… I was trying to prove a point!”

“What point?”

That Dirk shouldn’t be self-conscious about his laugh because it’s one of the cutest I’ve ever heard. “That… that he sounds like a donkey when he laughs.”

“Oh, really?”

Dirk looked at Todd, eyes wide. “So… you really don’t like it?”

SHIT. “Wha- no! No, Dirk, I love it, really, I-!”

“Ha!” Amanda yelled, triumphantly finger-gunning. “Knew it! You’re a fucking sap!”

“No, I’m not, I’m-!”

“Ah ah ah, too late,” she crowed, slapping him on the back. “Dude, it’s okay. You’re a grown-ass man with a cute dorky boyfriend- you can quit pretending to be edgy!”

Todd wanted the ground to swallow him up. “Hey, I’m not pretending anythi-!”

“Uh huh, yeah, tell it to someone who still buys your bullshit,” she said, shaking her head and standing to shrug on her jacket. “Sorry, guys. Hate to break it to you but you’re fucking cute. Kudos. Later, nerds. Enjoy your matching ringtones!”

She sauntered off, probably to go bug Farah instead, giving Dirk the customary wave and Todd the customary middle-finger on her way out.

Todd glowered after her, and turned to Dirk- who had far too smug a look on his face. “We’re not- I’m- I am not… cute!”

“Whatever keeps you sane,” Dirk simpered, eyes crinkled with amusement. “What’s for dinner?”

“…I was gonna make spaghetti.”

“Sounds lovely, dear.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

[kami-cullen]

Snowbaz One shot

So I did this, I have no idea why I love angsty things but here it is, it was supposed to be a little 500 words drabble, but ended up being a 2000 words one shot, this is my first Snowbaz fanfic, I haven't written fanfiction in YEARS (since my Twihard days), it is also my first attempt to write fanfition in english (I'm from Ecuador, and we speak Spanish here), so I hope it's understandable, this is not edited so there might me maaaany mistakes, so please don't be too hard on me, and enjoy :D

Word count: 2329

TW: Panic Attacks 

Hurt/Comfort - Domestic Fluff 

read it on ao3;  http://archiveofourown.org/works/12424812

Baz:

It’s been three months since Simon found out that the Mage was his father, and I seem to be a little bit on edge even since, let me explain why, at the beginning Simon took the news surprisingly well, he didn’t cry o had a meltdown o anything like that, but after only three days of finding out, he had his first panic attack, he got so scared he made himself sick and he said he was sure he was having a heart attack, Bunce was out of town and so I panicked and started casting healing spells, turns out that those spells only work on wounds or in more, well, physical illnesses, so I ended up taking him to the Normals hospital and they explained us what was going on.

Simon talked about it with his therapist and she apparently told him that it was a normal reaction to that kind of situation, she gave him some info and tips to control them, but it has been really hard on him. I’m sure I couldn’t deal with that but Simon is strong, stronger than me.

The thing is, sometimes there’s a trigger sometimes it just happens, and I worry, I feel like I’m on edge all the time, waiting for a crisis to happen, we’ve been dating for over a year now and I guess we just take life as it comes, sometimes it's shitty but mostly it's a good life, a life I didn’t think I could ever have.

Today we had lunch together and now I’m walking to my university’s library to do a project with some of my classmates, I get there, get settled, and we start our homework, it’s been less than half an hour when the stupid song that Simon put as his ringtone starts to ring loudly. Did I mention I’ve been on edge for the last three months? So when the phone rings, I instantly worry.

“Simon. Is everything ok?” “N-no, can you come pick me up?, please” I can hear he is breathing really fast “What happened?! where are you?!” “Just a few blocks away, sitting on a bench, I kinda… panicked a little, but I’m not hurt or anything I just, I-I need you” I relax instantly and try to use a reassuring voice “Ok, I understand, breathe love, I’m on my way, I’ll be there in no time, don’t move” He let’s out a broken chuckle “I don’t think I could, even if I tried” he tries to joke, It breaks my heart a little.

I don’t even realize I’m running until I’m out of the building and into the streets again, I just left. My laptop, books, and notebooks forgotten, I run really fast, no caring a single fuck if anyone sees me running at vampire speed, I just have to get to him. I have only ran a couple blocks when I see him, he’s sitting on a bench hugging his knees and shaking like crazy, some people are passing by and they give him strange looks and I want to bite them all, I collect myself for a second before I approach him.

I sit next to him quietly, put my arm around his shoulders, and bring him close to me, he is sobbing, his eyes are red and puffy, his cheeks flushed and he is sweating and shaking, he looks so young we he's like this, It makes me want to keep him safe from this horrible world that wants to break my beautiful boy.

He lets go of his knees to hug me tight, I can feel his hands shaking on my back “hey love” I say softly putting my hand on his curls “it’s ok now, I’m right here, you’re ok” I let him cry a few more minutes because sometimes it seems to help, then I take one of his hands and put it on my chest, I discovered by the third panic attack that the ‘numbers technique’ that his therapist gave him doesn’t work on him, she told him to inhale counting to three, hold his breath counting from three to five and exhale counting from five to eleven.

He tried it a couple times but said he was to panicked to count, so instead whenever he has a panic attack I bring his hand to my chest and breath slowly, letting him feel the slow pase so he can match it with his on own breathing, the bloody therapist said that we should not use that a regular way to calm him down because I wouldn't always be able to be there when he has a crisis (damn her for being right)

After about fifteen minutes he stops crying and starts breathing a bit slower “Do you want to tell me what happened?” I ask softly, he hesitates but starts talking “I was just waiting for the bus and this… man, sat next to me, and he- he … looked just like him, like- like the Mage and, he looked directly at my eyes, it made feel so uncomfortable, I tried to ignored him but he kept looking at me and then there was just so many people around, it felt too crowded and I started to loose control so I tried to get back to the library to wait for you but I ended up sitting here out of breath and shaking, so yeah… I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have called you, I knew you had study group, this was no big deal” “Everything that happens to you is a big deal to me, I’m glad you called, my classmates will understand, besides I don’t care about them, I care about you” He just nods but I can tell he feels guilty, I hate that he feels that way about something he barely has control of “I’m done studying for today (I lie), but I left my stuff at the library. Do you want to wait for me while I go get it?” “No, I want to go with you, if that’s ok” He says shyly, like he thinks I’d be embarrassed to be seen with him in front of my classmates. He does look like a hot mess, all puffy red eyes and sweaty forehead but I don’t give a fuck, they can think whatever they want, I’ll take my boyfriend with me, I just gave him the chance to wait in case he didn’t want to be seen.

I take his hand and help him up after I wiped the tears out of his face and combed his bronce curls out of his forehead, he gives me a soft smile and that makes him look a little more like himself.

We make the walk in silence, and when we enter the library all my classmates are still there, Simon says a shy ‘hello’ and grips my hand tight, every eye is on us, and I don’t know if they look surprised by the fact that I have a boyfriend or because said boyfriend looks like a lost puppy right now, I don’t care if it’s the first one but I don’t want anyone looking at Simon like he is some kind of freak (only I can do that)

One of my classmates (Matt, I think) starts talking while I’m collecting all my stuff “Hey, I think I know you!, you always go to my mom’s bakery to buy scones and sweet drinks” Simon instantly smiles, sometimes when he is sad and clingy I tend to forget he is the social one in this relationship “Yeah, I’ve seen you there, the scones are for me and the extremely sweet beverages are usually for Baz, he drinks candy. I’m Simon by the way” “Todd” oh, so he’s not Matt then “How come Basilton has never introduced us to his boyfriend, whom by the way seems way more laid-back than him” “Because he’s cooler than me and will steal all my friends” I say half jokingly and grab his hand “Now we have to go, I’ll send you my part of the project later this evening, goodbye gentleman” They all wave at Simon as he says goodbye.

My flat is a lot closer than his, so we decide to walk there, Fiona is on some kind of vacation in America so Simon will stay the night.

When we get to my place he looks exhausted, he always ends up super tired after a panic attack, and I wonder if it’s like that for everybody

“Go take a nap, we can figure out dinner after you wake up, I’ll be working on some homework on the kitchen table” I lean in and kiss his temple, he looks at me with big blue eyes “can I borrow your grey sweatshirt?” Hi asks hopeful. I own one sweatshirt (with my university’s logo) and Simon adores it, it’s too big for him, the sleeves cover his hands entirely and he says it’s just really confortable but I think he likes it so much because it makes him feel somehow safe because it’s a little too big and because it’s mine (I was tempted to just give it to him but it smells like him after he wears it so I always get it back just so I can have his smell with me, I know, I’m disturbed) “Sure love” He smiles real big and gives me a kiss before running to my room.

After a few minutes I try to continue with the project I was supposed to do with my classmates but I keep hearing Simon trashing in bed, I tried to ignored it for like ten minutes but after eight years of being ultra aware of every single one of his moves it’s something I can’t exactly turn off, besides the vampire hearing doesn’t help, I know he his exhausted but seems unable to fall sleep.

I know he doesn’t want to annoy me asking me to keep him company, but not so secretly I love it when he needs me, it makes me feel safe, useful and loved, it is probably a bad codependent thing but I kind of like it, so I take my computer and go to my room, Simon lifts his head when he hears me, his curls are a mess and he looks extra adorable in my sweatshirt

“Do you mind if I finish my assignment here?” He shakes his head, and rolls to his side of the bed, I sit next to him and he comes close putting his arm around my torso. it takes him less than two minutes to fall asleep.

On the contrary it takes me about two hours to finish my assignment, so I just let Simon sleep next to me the whole time, he barely moves (I knew he was exhausted) and when I’m done, I lie down next to him and put my head in the space between his neck and shoulder and close my eyes for a few seconds. Sometimes it’s hard for me to accept how much I love him but I try to be there for him when he needs me and he knows that’s a my way to show him love instead of just saying it, that just works for us.

it’s almost eight pm, so I shake Simon awake, he gives me a lazy smile that I love and cuddles a little bit closer

“You look a lot better Si” “I feel a lot better, and kinda hungry!” I laugh out loud, because I don’t have to restrain myself, because he is adorable and because he never judges me “Can we order pizza and watch a movie?” “Sure, why don’t you call while I take a shower” “I have a better idea, why do we take a shower and then order pizza” I smile “Sounds like a plan to me”

A few hours later we’re curled up on the couch, Simon is once again wearing my sweatshirt and we are watching the second movie of the night, we are spooning so Simon’s back is against my chest and I have an arm over his stomach, his breathing is slow so is think hi’s fallen sleep but then he rolls on his side so he’s facing me

“Thank you” He says softly “what for?” “for everything, for a villain you turned out to be a softy” “oh, fuck off Snow” I say but it comes out somehow sweetly “But seriously, thank you for been there for me, and taking care of me, thank you for been my high when I’m low, and my rock when I’m scared. I love you Baz” I put my head on his chest just so he doesn’t see my eyes water “I love you too, Simon” I say in a low voice and I mean it.

Some times when I look back at all the horrible things that we had to go through I wish I could tell my younger self that even though there will always be battles to fight and problems to face, things will get better, I wish I could tell myself that I will feel loved, that I will feel safe, that someday I will cry because I feel so overwhelmed by love that I’m not gonna know what to do with myself, my younger self probably won’t believe me, but I think that’s one of the wonderful things about our future, that we don’t even know how got it’s going to get, as long as my future is with Simon, I’m ready for whatever life throws at us.

But right this second with him curled in my arms I feel full, content and complete, and I wouldn’t chance the past because it brought me to this moment, with be boy I love in my arms, and a story to write ahead of us, so I kiss Simon with the silent promise of a charmed life together.

[survivorfillory]

Tribal Council #6 - Clownie

You should take it as a sign of just how much I hate Alice Quinn as a character that I’ve decided to break the 4-4 tie for the tribe name in favor of a literal demon...

Welcome, Clownie Tribe, to your first merged tribal!

You were all asked questions, but I had zero interest in coming up with 11 game-related questions for y’all, so this is what happened instead!!!

Colin - If you could change Ten (10) Seasons of Survivor to make it so your favorite from the season wins, but in exchange, Cirie Fields was never on Survivor, would you do it?

I dont even think I've watched 10 seasons of survivor tbh and I love Cirie so uh I'm gonna say no???

Dani - What song does the viewing lounge need to know about RIGHT THE FUCK NOW?

Dean - Which Harry Potter character got the worst translation from book to movie?

that would easily be Ginny "waste of space" Weasley. Who literally was reduced to Harry's love interest - even Katie Bell was more interesting than Ginny... where was all the character development? The building of a strong, independent character in her own right? No, let's take everything meanigful about Ginny and make here this boring character who is only concered about Harry and what Harry thinks of her.

Dennis - What’s your most embarrassing childhood memory?

I had an older cousin who I overheard say she was going to be a porn star one day. I had no idea what that was (9yrs old). One day we went to the mall with her parents and a kiosk was selling license plate holders. One said "#1 porn star". I very loudly said "look Angie! #1 porn star!! For you!!" The look on her parents face....

Jacob - You’re at a karaoke night and you have to sing a song. What’s your go-to track?

recently i would go for space cowboy by kacey musgraves too but supercut and dancing queen is my long term brand

Jess - Congrats on immunity! Assign a Buffy the Vampire Slayer character to each tribe member, but don’t give any reasons why you chose them.

Colin- Spike

Dani- Buffy

Dean- Angel

Dennis- Xander

Jacob- Rupert

Jess- Faith

Kage- Riley

Lily- Dawn

Maynor- Oz

Nicole- Cordielia

Stevie-Wesley

Kage - How old were you when you found out Santa wasn’t real? What was the last straw in your belief?

No answer...

Lily - What Disney movie makes you cry the most?

Ah Sweet, Drewie. This is the best tribal question you have asked me all season. Tbh I don’t cry at movies often in general...but I bawled on my 2nd viewing of Up. I don’t want to get into the details but damn. I was real sad. Not sure if I can watch it again.

Maynor - What obscure Pokemon should be the star of their next animated movie, and what would the story be?

i want to see a movie on Delibird. Have a female shiny amd a normal living in the snowy mountains. Where they are going to have to save xmas because a gengar and an alakasam stole the ice heart from their village. And alakasam n gengar live in a cave up the mountain. So they have to travel up and face some of their hencemen (gastly haunter abra kadabra onix hypno drowzee) while the final battle gengar takes down shiny female delibird and she falls into a cave hole not to be seen ever again. Then normal gets emotional and defeats gengar and alakasam. Looks for shiny deli and cant find her. Goes back to return the heart. Articuno comes in thanking deli and reveals that the shiny deli fell on articuno where it was sleeping.

Nicole - What’s your biggest unpopular food opinion?

bitch I love Brussels sprouts idc what anyone says

Stevie - What is the best Emma Stone movie, and why did you pick Easy A?

The best Emma Stone movie is in fact Easy A. First of all, who doesn’t love a good coming of age movie? Especially one shadowing The Scarlet Letter that most people probably had to read in high school. The cast was just great. Penn Badgley? Amanda Bynes pre total meltdown? Aly Michalka? Stanley Tucci? Lisa Kudrow?! ICONIC CAST. And we can’t forget Patricia Clarkson, the reformed slutty mom who brought her husband back to the Hetero life from his stint as a gay man because she is THAT bitch. Their family dynamic was fun to watch in every scene and I needed more of it. “Spell it with your peas!” So she didn’t say “Twat” in front of her little brother is one of my favorite moments. And shortly following the black brother talking about him being adopted and their dad saying “Who told you?!” Is still one of my favorite lines because they are a white family and it’s obvious that they did not have a black baby naturally. Every scene with the family is just filled with jokes and I love it all.

Next we need to talk about Amanda Bynes. The Jesus freak purity cult leader who clearly just needs to get laid. She goes from 0-100 REAL QUICK and down to -100 in a blink of an eye and I feel she did it so well because that’s her in real life. Having a boyfriend that was sleeping with the guidance counselor, who was 22 or something and still in high school, and got chlamydia whilst being in the Jesus purity group was just wild. Honestly thinking in depth about it, this whole movie was just wild. Amanda Bynes’ character was the antagonist that you love to hate and she definitely made the movie.

Seeing Aly Michalka in action again was truly a blessing. The nostalgia of seeing her alone from her Phil of the Future days was enough for me to love her character throughout no matter how much of a stupid bitch she was in the movie when she turned on Olive. Speaking of this, we need to talk about the root of that happening. When Olive gets a card from her grandmother in the mail and it sings “Pocketful of Sunshine” by Natasha Beddingfield. ICONIC SONG. And Emma Stone opens the card and says “ugh I hate this song.” Then proceeds to spend the entire weekend jamming out to the song (FROM THE CARD, NOT DOWNLOADING OR STREAMING) until she wears out the card and it dies. Then she lies and says she visited her older brother at college and lost her V card to a guy at his college. Which I think might be community college? I don’t remember fully. What later on in the movie SENT ME was when her phone rings and her ringtone is Pocketful of Sunshine. I was DEAD.

Most importantly Woodchuck Todd was my favorite storyline. He didn’t believe the sluttiness of Olive because of what she did for him from spin the bottle in 7th grade. I shipped them the whole movie and loved how cheesy all of it was. The most exciting part was the musical number of knock on wood at the end during the basketball game. Stellar performance, so extra, and Emma Stone killed it. So yeah these are all the main reasons why I love this movie and I could easily talk about every single thing that happened and dawn over how much I love it all but I will keep it to these fave scenes.

La La Land was a great movie but this was just so entertaining and funny and a great story. And honestly all of it was a bit ridiculous but not too ridiculous that it went to far. It was the right level. Another honorable mention would be Crazy, Stupid Love because that was also a stellar cast, really funny, and overall just great. Had a great reveal in the end. Easy A was just one of the most memorable movies I’ve seen and I love it equally as much, if not more, every time I see it. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

If anyone has a power and would like to play it, now would be the time to do so!

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NO ONE STANDS.

Once the votes are read, the decision is final. The person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately.

I’ll read the votes.

First vote: Stevie

Second vote: Kage (self-vote)

Votes 3-11, and the sixth person voted out of Survivor Fillory and Further,

Kage

Kage, I’m sorry, and I hope you’re doing and continue to do better, but the tribe has spoken.

[moonfox281]

Hey! I just read your billionarechild!Dick and racecardriver!Jason story, and I love it, as well as your writing style. My prompt surrounds the A/O/B universe in which Timothy(beta), Jason(alpha), Damian(alpha) fight over Dick(omega). --Extra optional ideas would be: Jason gluing Damian to the ceiling, Tim baking Dick cookies, Jason seducing Dick with his scent, Dick hiding from them by using Bruce as cover, Alfred secretly shipping them together, and a wonderful foursome-- anyways, thanks!

Haha, okay, I know I should have posted this way long ago, and I’ m such a shitty writer for making the owner of this prompt waited this long, sorry about that, I had… still have a crazy schedule for classes and a marketing campaign waiting ahead. Just for you to know, it took me one week to fight down the embarrassment to write the porn part, one week!

You should give me some credit, the old me would have written any.

The art of courting

(Word count: 3,245)

To read it on AO3: potato 

In a wolf pack, there were various subordinates, who dominated the omega. The omega was the lowest. It was the baby-sitter and usually more puppy than wolf. The same worked for the Wayne’s pack. Everyone who had met Dick thought he was a complete sugar cone covered in maple syrup besides from being sex on the stick (except when you pissed him off, nobody wanted to go down that road). Diana once said Dick had stolen all the light from others in his pack for being a walking sunlight living in the Cave of Bats and brooding men. Normally, the alphas would only take about ten to twenty percent of the pack, because a kingdom only needed one king. However, though, life wasn’t just that simple, at least in Gotham, in a particular abnormal family.

“Go snarl at your zoo, Demon Brat. I’m not giving the phone to you!” Jason grunted and only one step away from baring his teeth toward the boy’s neck.“Why would Grayson want to waste his breath on a failure like you, Todd. I demand you to hand me the phone, right now!” “He called me, prick! Me!” “He asked about me!”

The two continued to scream at each other like a couple of 4 years old fighting for a toy. Dick’s voiced out in confusion and worry from the speaker of the cell phone in Jason’s hand. Damian’s attempt to jump on the older man’s shoulder and snatch the device away successfully made Jason swing around and groan like a lunatic.“Get off me, you fuck!” “What’s going on!!?” Dick’s muffled voice spoke out from the phone.“Oh, don’t worry. It’s nothing.” Jason sounded so light and casual it made the scene looked ridiculous as he shoved his palm at a clinging Damian’s face when the boy reached both of his hands out for the phone.“Richard! Todd is bullying me! I need you! When will you be home?”

Jason flushed a beat red when he saw Damian’s evil smirk.“You little…”   “Jason! What did I just hear?” Dick voiced exploded through the speaker and Jason counted down from 10 to 1 just to suppress the need to choke Damian with his bare hands.

The war was on.

“Dick! Welcome home.” Tim flashed a thousand waltz smile at he took Dick’s bag away from his hand and gave the man a tight hug.“Hey there, baby bird.”

Tim laughed at the nickname, no matter how much he had outgrown Dick, Tim would always be his “baby bird”.  “How was the flight?” He asked as he led Dick to the kitchen instead of his room or Bruce’s office to greet the man. Tim got his plan, his own strategy of winning the Omega’s heart and everything must work. He had been waiting for chances like this since the first day he saw the older man on the trapeze with his family, there was no way he was gonna let this opportunity down without a fight, because, apparently, there were two imbecile Alphas in this house who didn’t know there reaches and limits at all.“It was exhausted. I got jetlag, and the man sitting behind me just kept talking nonstop throughout all the flight.” Dick flopped down to the marble table, looking tired and sleepy. The sight was kicking Tim’s feeling and even with the instinct of a Beta not as strong as an Alpha, he still ached to reach out and pull the Omega into his chest, and just protect him from stupid petty things like that.“You should have let Bruce pay for the flight.” Or him, or Damian, or Jason, for hell anyone in this family could have definitely bought the whole plane for him, even Dick with his parents’ fortune. “Nah, I’m fine with the economy seat.”

Of course he was, he always was. And that made Tim loved him more than ever.“Anyway, I’ve got a surprise for you. I hope it can make you feel better.” He turned to the fridge and opened it, smiling at Dick because God knew how the eldest could only see emotional affection when it got shoved up his face.“You’re always so caring, Timmy.”

Only when it came to you.

But Dick didn’t need to know that, at least not yet.

“I learned from the bes−”

Empty.

It was empty…

How the #&*@^ could it be empty!!!?His dish full of dark chocolate Pistachio sea salt cookie and chocolate mint thumbprints, WHERE WERE THEY???????????!

“Tim?”

Dick called out when Tim slammed his forehead on the nearest tray of the fridge, eyes dry and threatened to fall out as he continued to stare at the empty spot where he had written in his heart to leave the cookies there.His first ever attempt to cook and now it had flown to nowhere. Bruce wouldn’t eat anything if it was not shoved at his face, couldn’t be Alfred either, the man wouldn’t touch anything other than his own hand made food. Cass and Harper hadn’t been home for a while, and Duke got this Gluten allergy that he desperately hid from others because apparently only he thought it was embarrassing. Who could have…

Those two imbeciles.

“Timmy, are you okay?” Dick’s hand was on his shoulder and he got that concern in his butter voice that made Tim want to melt down the floor.New plan, he needed to think of something else right now! This was his golden chance, Dick got his full attention on him, and Bruce was out at work, Alfred went for grocery, Jason and Damian were God knew somewhere, biting their heads off. No one could interfere them now.“My surprise.”  

He snatched his head out of the fridge and wrapped a hand around Dick’s waist, pulling him chest flat to him and kicking the fridge door close with the back of his foot.Point score for being awesome, Timothy Drake.

Dick’s eyes went to the size of saucer and the small gape between his lips was making the wolf inside Tim chasing its own tail.“My welcome home kiss, Dick.”

Yes, this was perfect, he was a genius, of course he was a genius! He should have thought about this before but who knew, improvisation beat the unpredictable predicament.Dick was flushing, and that was a total buff to Tim’s self-esteem. For all he had met, none could win over the cuteness of this Omega, and this was coming from the second Greatest Detective. How sweet things had turned to be…

BANG!

Out of all reason, Tim never could possibly think this perfect perfect moment could be cut by a cast iron in the head. But ouch, it did, and it hurt, a lot.“What are you doing to my sexy Batman!”

Steph stepped over the body of a groaning Timothy Drake on the floor and decided to drop the heavy kitchen subject right on his head, knocking out what was left of the male Beta’s consciousness.“I saved you, Dick! You see that? I saved…”

When she turned back to look at her supposed to be damsel in distress, Dick was gone, leaving behind hurry thuds of footstep in the hall way that he didn’t even bother to hide.

Jason watched around as he slowly sneaked out of the guest room and closed the door as quiet as possible. Time like this did the all Bat training and Robin school come in handy. Now, back to the main course, today was the day. Dickie was back from his 2 months mission with the Titans and probably going to pop his bouncy feet in this place at any second, Alfred and the B man were both out, thank fucking God, that test tube incubus was handled, and now there were only one target left to wipe out of his way, the swan princess. Or ex-swan princess now that Tim decided to put on the green, red and yellow because Old man didn’t make him Robin so why not making his own suit and just stick another R in the chest then stand next to the Bat like everyone wouldn’t give a fuck.No, actually, fuck that, not that he had ever given any fuck about all the weird shit in this family, the only reason why he was here today was because a certain bird was back, and that certain bird was happened to be someone Jason used to think about when jacking off, a lot, while he was still that “Hello, sir” kind of boy when Bruce first took him in, and someone he had tried to court for God knew how long since he came back and had all but turned into that “Even your Daddy calls me Daddy too” kind of guy.  

Speaking about it, he should probably call Dick to check on him. The guy had taken a plane from Chicago back here and probably had jetlag due to his poor stomach and crap living habits.It wasn’t that Jason was a neat freak, or that he cared… no, fuck that, he wasn’t some teen boy in denial shit, he was a grown ass man now and he got his shits together, he probably cared more that he had ever thought he would let himself to in the past or even the future. But he did, he did and that sacred the fuck out of him but who cared, Jason Todd could take down armies of aliens and League of Assassin’s soldiers, that blew up 16 years old boy with a puppy crush ain’t gonna stop this him now from reaching what he wanted.

His nose picked up a familiar scent that had put the 13 years old him into his first ever rut, and crap, even this 23 years old Jason now could still have a hard on for it.Dick’s ringtone was surprisingly near and in mere minute, there he was, his puberty’s nightmare, dressed in ripped jeans, white rolled up sleeve t-shirt and those black combat boots that Jason knew was his gift to the older men from last Christmas. Shit, his dick needed to shut up!      

“Jay!” Dick pulled him into a hug that tight enough to make Jason uncomfortable and push him off because there was no need to make his boner more obvious. Dick, the forever idiot he was, didn’t know how much he could possibly screw a person’s mind, frowned and fucking pouted when being pushed away from his chest.“At least Damian let me hug him probably.”

Now didn’t that poke Jason at his itch spot.“Hey, maybe he’s just waiting for an opportunity to bite your head off.”“Ha ha.” Dick made a non emotional laugh as he arched his eyebrows at Jason. “Anyway, I’m glad to see you here, Jay.”

He could feel… could practically see that Dick wanted to ask why he was here, but he didn’t let it out, neither did Jason push it. Dick didn’t know the real answer, and Jason wasn’t in the mood for any shitty excuse. It wasn’t like he didn’t come to the Manor every once a month, making sure everyone was still fine, or at least alive, he didn’t turn off any invitation either, if they came from Dick or Alfred. Dick’s gaze shifted down and this time, he was the one to step back. It was then that Jason realized they hadn’t really back off each other’s personal space after the hug. Dick got that little pinkish on his cheeks and his eyes were a little heavy like something was slowly drugging him.It took a moment for Jason’s head to tick, but when it did, it made him smile, then the smile turned to a smirk, and it just kept widen as he realized it was his scent that caused Dick to look like that. Jason was fairly aware that being a high-ranked Alpha meant that he could weaken Omegas’ knees just by walking pass them. Roy once complained that his scent was strong enough to even irritate another close by Alphas. If one thing the Pit did good, was that it leveled up his cast and enhance his scent, turning him completely into a predator, a weapon fueled by anger and revenge.

“Um… Jay?” Dick took another step back as he stared up at Jason with wide eyes, watching his brother slowly towered over him. “Hum? Is there a problem, Dickie?” He leaned on further, ready to back Dick up the wall and trap him under his frame. Jason was being a douche and totally loved every moment of it.“J… would you move, please?” Dick was looking down now and it must certainly feel wrongly pleasurable for an Omega to stand this close to an Alpha like him.“Nah, I think I like the view too much.” Jason would be lying if he didn’t admit that being this near to Dick affected him too. Dick had always smelled good, not in an Omega way, but in his own way. The sweetness from him got Jason’s skin tickle and his stomach hot. And Dick was definitely not looking much better.Who cared, maybe he could just sway Dick like this, using his scent and hey, maybe with this way, Dick would actually pay him a little more attention, now that he had realized his Little Wing was not so little anymore…

SniZZ!

…

“What the…?”

Jason stayed stone dead as Dick waved his hand around the mist he had just sprayed on Jason, his face expressionless. “You’re too close.” That blush had disappeared and Dick got that teasing smile and cocky eyes back on him. Jason could feel, could smell that his scent had gone off, nothing was left around the air anymore. “Did you just fucking spray a scent blocker on me!!?” “… Maybe??!” Dick chirped, face wasn’t looking shameful at all.“Fu… you…!!!” “Relax, it’s a gift from Donna. She said it’s very effective, especially on hot head Alphas…” He stopped to take a sniff. “Couldn’t agree more.”“But I’m…” Jason snapped, and stopped a moment to suck on his cheeks until he knew how to put it together. “Well. I’m me! Why the hell did you think you would need that stupid thing around me?!!!”Dick shrugged, pursing his lips like he had no idea how that did things to Jason.“To be fair, I did tell you to step back. You looked like you were about to bite me in the neck.” Well, damn right if that was what he’d always wanted so far.“Hey, can’t blame the guy. You smell pretty great.” “You think so?”“Dickie, I know so.” He caught Dick chin with his fingers and lifted his face up, staring back at those wide blue eyes. “I know so.”

Jason Todd could be a chessy fuck when needed.  Unfortunately, Dick seemed to have none of that as he ducked under his arm and slipped right out of Jason’s frame. “Nice to see you too, brother.” Jason could feel the last word was heavily emphasized. “Now, would you excuse me, I’ve got to…”“Wait! Not that door−”

Too late, Dick opened it and didn’t take near 5 seconds to glare up and realized the odd.“JASON!!! Why is Damian taped to the floor!!!”

Well fuck.

“Dick.”“Bruce.”“How was the flight?” Bruce took a deep breath and tried to act it normally.“It was fine. How was work?”“Nothing out of my hand.”“Great.” Dick chirped.“Great.” He muttered back, unknowing what else to say. “Dick…”“Don’t.”“Dick,”“No.”Bruce sighed.“Dick, why are you hiding on my back?”

Dick let out a series of muffle noise from behind, face pushed flush against the plain of his suit. It wasn’t like carrying the weight of a full grown muscular vigilante was much of a deal for Bruce, oh no, it couldn’t be. And it wasn’t because of the fact that Dick was a fresh, young, and untaken Omega, it could never be because of that. “Dick, again,” He cleared his throat. “What makes you think there’s wrong with your brothers?”  “It was all your fault.” Dick mumbled. “They grew up so fast.”

Down the hall, the sound of Titus and Ace racing in speed force toward them echoed to every corner… oh, his mistake, it was just his sons.

“Dick!” Tim yelled like he was afraid the dead wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I made another batch, taste my blood and sweat, they sacrificed for love!!!” The boy, with raven nest hair and black stains all over his face like someone had just dragged him out of a blown off building, wearing Alfred’s apron and oven mitt, laughed maniacally while pushing a fresh-baked cookie tray on both of his hands ahead toward his direction.“Don’t taste anything from this failure of a replica, Richard. It will poison your stomach!” Damian screamed as he jumped forward, holding a velvet box with a non-mistaken shiny diamond ring inside. “Marry me, beloved. And together, we shall rule the world!”“Don’t listen to those idiots! I showered 3 times, sniff me now! Hear my Alpha roar!!!”

Bruce almost faint when the sight of a half-naked Jason running with Damian and Tim toward his place like a pack of wildebeest hit his eyes.

“Hyaa, run Bruce, run!” Dick grope his suit and kicked his sides.

What on Earth had he done wrong in raising them??!

Heat was a bitch, and suppressants were not always on the doctor’s top suggestion, so times like this did lead Dick to the Manor for a short time, temporary hiding away from crime and all the responsibilities, because those three combined was never a good formula except for making disaster.However, Dick did not expect this.

“Open your mouth, cutie.” Jason whispered hoarsely as he bit on Dick’s lower lip, making him jump in surprise when that ruthless tongue swept inside and stirred everything up.

Tim’s hands lowered down to Dick’s navel and slowly rubbed small circles around the small bump that was his and Jason’s cock. Dick hissed and wrinkled around, head afloat and eyes half closed. He was high, way too high. And this was all their fault.Did he plan for spending a week at the Manor during his heat? Yes. Did he plan to spend it with his three brothers fucking him to the mattress? Absolutely not! And now he got two dicks shoved up his ass with Damian’s head bobbed up and down his own twitching member.What a cliché.

Jason thrust and Dick almost black out. His tongue was sticking out and every little movement from below made his head spark. Tim chuckled as he bit his earlobe, shifting a little, just a little but it was just enough to make his poor hole stretch and twitch in respond.

“He’s close.” Tim’s voice was hoarse, and God, didn’t he find that sexy.“We’ve widened him good, haven’t we?!” Jason chuckled as he leaned in and kissed Dick with all he got, licking the sweat around the corner of his mouth.Damian looked up and off Dick’s cock, eyes sparkling and teeth flashing.“We’re going to mark you, Richard.”

How on Earth that only on this moment, with Dick naked and shivering and moaning like a horny teenager, did these three find an agreement and work well together, he had no idea.

Seemed like, after all, Dick was the only thing they could find sharing acceptable.

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Stranger in the Mirror

 I am supposed to write an observation of people I have no connection too. To observe them and take note of everything they wear, say, body language, and whatever else stands out to me about these strangers. But to be honest, I haven’t been able to get out of bed today due to some bullshit I really don’t want to get into right now. The idea of having to go into public and watch other people right now, makes me want to vomit. The sight of another person smiling is truly gag worthy. And, if I am going to be straight up with you, there’s a stranger staring across from in the mirror right now. I’ll go to a café and properly observe strangers and email it you, but for now, I am only capable of giving you this. Of telling you about this really sad looking stranger in the mirror

Actually, I don’t think sad is the right word to describe how she looks. She appears more miserable. As if misery was a pill, she certainly swallowed it and its now circulating in every part of her body. She’s laying in her bed wearing a black tank top that says, “Pet all the dogs”. The letters of the text are white and in all caps. Parts of the letters have little cracks them, making it seem the girl wears the shirt a lot and might never even take it off. When the light of the room hits the black of her shirt, I can see what appears to be dried boogers. She must have been using her shirt to wipe her nose. Oh! That makes sense. Her nose is really red and she keeps sniffling. She must have been crying. And for a while too. Her hazel eyes have specks of green, but a very specific green -the type you only see grow on elm trees during autumn in New England – are bloodshot. Her eyelids droop a little; she looks exhausted. Her head keeps falling down, like all she wants is to drown in the silence sleep forever. But her on going sniffling jolts her awake. The girl’s eyes are extremely bloodshot. She reminds me of a bloodhound. Bloodhounds, I love those dogs. One of my favorite movie characters is a bloodhound, Todd, from The Fox and the Hound. I remember Todd whimpering in one scene, he goes and hides in his doghouse. His tail is down, ears sprawled on the floor, puppy dog eyes, and his little whimpers. That what this girl reminds me of – a sad, sad, puppy dog

 Not to be mean, but there’s something truly pathetic about her. The mascara from last night is smudged under her eyes from her crying. There’s still some snot dripping from her nose and oh, she just wiped it with her left hand. Her skin is very, very pale. Porcelain like a doll. Appropriate for her considering how fragile she appears to be right now. The veins in her hands that crawl up her wrist like vines are the same color of blueberries. And her hair, can it even be considered hair right now? It looks more like a family of birds decided to build a nest and lay their eggs in it. When was the last time she brushed it? Hours? Days? Weeks? I will say her hair color is beautiful. I’ll give her that. It also almost makes up for the true mess that her hair is. It’s a hue of red, but not stereotypical ginger red. It has elements of dark brown undertones, honey gold highlights with the overall glimmer of auburn. The light piercing through from the window hits her hair, causing it to glitter like the sand on a sunny day. It has immediately transformed into a fiery, fierce red; a color full of power, magic, and allure. But suddenly the clouds come back again, and the light is gone. Her hair is no longer something made of fairy dust.

Why did the light fade so quickly? Does the weather know of this young woman’s pain and suffering? Does Mother Nature know when her children’s light has faded so she takes away her light to stand in solidarity with them? I’d like to believe it is a gesture of comfort from Mother Nature.

The girl still looks so sad. I wonder what or who hurt her. Her phone begins ringing the same ringtone everyone who owns an iPhone has. She picks it up, and her bloodhound like eyes glaze over. She shakes her head and all of sudden she is crying. The joyless girl is bawling her hazel eyes out. I see the phone screen for a split second, but I couldn’t make out the name on the Caller ID. I’m guessing it wasn’t a person she wanted to hear from. That whoever called her is not the same person who has made her so, so sad. The girl buries her head in her porcelain hands. My attention is drawn away from her tears and goes to the silver ring on her right ring finger. The ring is a skull, surrounded by engravings of seashells and rolling waves. She keeps twisting the ring around her fragile hand and I can see a very faint tan line as she twirls it. The girl removes the ring and examining the inside which I cannot see. Through all her tears, the girl sighs and mumbles, “Go with the flow. So much for that bullshit mantra”. She slides the silver ring back onto her finger, runs her doll-like fingers through her what could have been recently nested locks, and sighs again. The girl shuts her eyes and for a moment she looks peaceful. Like someone I might know. But, she reopens her eyes and all that pain and suffering comes flooding back into her face.

This girl is most certainly a stranger.

- February 25, 2019