#it is inevitable..... so say it with me fellas..... be gay. do crime

[t4tyoko]

mischievous nomads

[queerbutstillhere]

For @binarystarkillers , Happy Birthday, you sweet angel!

Tim sighed, watching the sparkle of elegant gowns and the dull tones of black suits, all of them the same except for the occasional bright tones of his brothers'. Dick had picked a blue suit, easily standing out in the rest of the formal wear, Jason was wearing a black suit with a red button down, and Damian, the little shit, had gotten away with a cream suit. Somehow. He looked like a bond villian. Duke had escaped this particular event due to a bad head cold. Cass was somewhere, wearing a gorgeous high-low golden halter top gown. Bruce was also somewhere in attendance, with Selina on his arm, the two matching in their formal wear.

Tim was wearing a gray suit and a white button down, no tie, just a matching vest. He hated the gala's, he always had, but since he had become a CEO, it gotten significantly worse. People tried to smooth talk him, win him over, even seduce him. Hence why he was currently tucked away to the side by thr hors d'oeuvre, pretending he was waiting for someone while his brothers smooth talked their way through the whole party.

He had been allowed to bring a plus one, he always was, and he wanted to bring Kon, he had certainly invited the man, but Kon hadn't shown and Tim was less then amused. It wasn't like he didn't have a massive crush on him or anything. So here he was, alone, as always.

He sighed and snagged one of those little fancy people sandwiches before heading towards the bar. Maybe he could get a mocktail or something. Or convince the bartender that he was over 21 and could legally drink... Either way it'd give him something to do.

"Ah, Mr. Drake," the blonde bartender says, leaning forwards on her elbows with a smile. "The usual?"

Curse this place for hiring the same bartender as last gala. And the one before that. And the one- okay you get the point.

"Yeah," he said with a resigned sigh, stuffing his sandwich into his mouth in one bite.

Bruce would probably give him a disappointed sigh if he saw that.

"Where's your friend? The really buff one?" She asked as she shook his drink.

"Dunno."

"Oh. Did you invite the ginger then?"

"No. I invited Kon."

She hummed.

They had conversations like this a lot. She poured his drink, garnishing it with a little herb and then passing it over.

"Well do try to have some fun, and don't let Jason give you too much alcohol, okay?"

"Yeah."

She left to go serve another person who stepped up to the bar, so Tim turned around, observing the crowds, testing his skills by picking out who was already drunk, putting names to faces, such things.

And then some guy sidled up beside him.

"Hello," said a friendly sounding New York accented voice.

Tim glanced over, smiling in response and sipping his drink.

The person was probably five or so years older then Tim, brunette, but clearly dyed. He had hazel eyes, a five O'clock shadow, and was wearing a simple black suit with a dark blue tie. He leaned against the bar next to Tim.

"Timothy Drake, right?"

"That's me."

Tim switched the hand that his drink was in, turning and holding out his right one to shake.

"Eric Daly."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Daly."

"Just Eric is fine," Eric said with a chuckle.

Tim smiled in response, noting Dick dipping the woman he had been dancing with, giving her his most charming smile. It made him want to gag. So did the heavy cologne Mr. Daly was wearing.

"Can I get you anything?" The bartender asked as she walked over.

Eric ordered himself a drink, as she started making it, she shot Tim a look that clearly said 'say the word and I'm there'. He just smiled back at her.

"How are you enjoying the gala, Mr. Drake?"

"Tim, please. And it's. . . Pleasurable."

Eric chuckled. "So you're bored. Don't worry, I grew up going to these two, I know the feeling."

"Mmm."

"My parents own the construction business in Gotham. I'm sure you can imagine how busy we've been of late, with that Batman and his companions running around."

"I take it you don't like the Batman much?"

"Well I do owe most of my inheritance to him, so I like him just fine, I suppose."

Tim turned his gaze fully to Mr. Daly, trying to decide his angle.

"But you do have to admit, the crime rate has seemed to go up with his appearance."

"You say this as if the crime rate was low before him."

"No, it wasn't, but there was a significant lack of clown themed psychopaths running around."

Tim felt himself bristle in defense of Harley, but he kept his mouth shut.

"Anyway, would you like to go dance, Tim?"

Tim glanced over to see he had somehow already drank all of his drink. So he did his duty and smiled and nodded, setting his own on the bar and adjusting his jacket slightly before following Eric to the dance floor. They danced for a few songs, talking business mostly. Eric's angle ended up being that he was trying to win over Wayne Enterprises to work with his company only, instead of the small contractors Tim had them hiring. And he hated it. He had no idea how many subtle help me looks he had sent at his brothers as he passed, but Damian, when he had made eye contact with the younger teen, had just openly laughed at him.

After about three songs, Tim suggested they go get another drink, to give himself some space from this man, so they made their way back to the bar.

"Well, all I'm saying is, we should have dinner and discuss this a little more fully-"

"Mr. Daly, I do not think you understand," Tim snapped, his harsh tone coming out more then intended. "Wayne Enterprises has no interest in working with your company, you are already stealing work from the small contracting companies, and then buying them out when they inevitably go bankrupt. We do our best at Wayne Enterprises to work with local businesses and help support the people within our city. Your company does not meet those requirements."

Eric's eyes flashed with anger for a moment before he smile politely, gently touching Tim's arm.

"Now, Tim-"

"Tim!"

Tim's head snapped to the side as he heard the familiar voice. He never once in his life felt relief faster. Walking over to him in a casual saunter was Conner Kent, wearing a dark blue suit and a black t-shirt underneath. He looked a little windblown, but still he was here.

"Kon," he said with a grin.

Conner walked over, bending slightly to pull Tim into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around his smaller friend, and immediately Tim felt safe.

"Sorry I'm so late, Lex kept drabbling on and on and kept making me change suits and finally I managed to escape with this-"

Tim chuckled, his chin tilted up awkwardly as he hugged Conner back.

"It's okay. You could've texted me though."

"I... Didn't? Damn. I blame Lex for that."

Conner stepped back, and then his eyes slid to Eric, who suddenly look awkward.

"Oh, hello."

"Oh, Conner," Tim said, neatly slotting himself in against Kon's side. "This is Eric Daly. Eric, this is Conner Kent."

"Nice to meet you," Eric said softly, looking a little intimidated.

Good.

"Yeah, you too!" Conner said in a tone that Tim knew was his false happiness. He squeezed Tim a little tighter against him.

There was an awkward pause of silence, then Conner looked down at Tim.

"I'm gonna go find your dad and let him know I made it, okay?"

"Okay. You owe me a few dances."

Confusion flashed over Conner's face for a few seconds, but when Tim glanced at Eric, he seemed to understand.

"Yeah, of course. Sorry, again. I'll be right back."

Tim grabbed Conner's lapel, pulling him down so he could kiss Conner on the cheek. "You better be."

Conner stared at him, flustered for a moment before flashing a smile and heading away. Tim felt his face heating up, but he turned back to Eric.

"So, drinks?"

"Uh, yeah," Eric said softly.

They walked back over together, and the bartender quickly made their drinks, giving Tim a few questioning glances. No sooner had they been passed over then Kon reappeared.

"I was ordered to keep you out of trouble," he said, leaning against the bar and focusing on Tim.

"Me? Trouble? If B is expecting trouble he should keep his eyes on that one," Tim said, pointing out Jason.

"He is. That's why he needs me to watch you."

"Pftt," Tim said, sipping his mocktail until it was taken from his hand.

"Ew, what is this."

"You know very well," Tim responded, snagging it back.

Eric cleared his throat, and Tim looked back at him.

"Well, it was nice talking to you, Mr. Drake. Have a good evening."

"Oh. You too, Mr. Daly!" Tim responded with a smile.

Eric made a hasty departure. Tim chuckled and looked up at Kon, who was pretty close, but that was normal for Kon.

"Thanks, you got here right in time to save me."

"Me? Save you? The world must be ending," Kon said, but he said it softly, almost sadly.

"Yeah... Anyway, you wanna go dance?"

Kon's gaze snapped over to him, looking surprised.

"Really?"

"Yeah, flyboy. I wasn't joking."

"Oh, I wasn't..."

Tim snagged Kon's big hand and pulled him away.

Fellas, is it gay to slow dance to with your best friend to an orchestra rendition of Always by Frank Sinatra? Because Tim sure hopes it is.

They made it out to the dance floor and Tim turned to Kon, reaching up to put his hand on Kon's shoulder, his other one he left in Kon's hand, just adjusted his hold slightly. Kon put his free hand on Tim's waist and they slowly started dancing, before getting in rhythm with the music and swirling around, getting deeper into the dance floor and further away from the eye of the paparazzi and media.

There was a hint of awkwardness surrounding them. They had had this weird little flirting relationship for a while now, only recently it'd gotten worse. And by that, Tim means Kon's flirting had gotten just slightly more, and Tim had actually started reciprocating. Kon had always flirted with him. Just now he actually felt things when he did it.

"So what did that creep want anyway?" Kon asked softly.

Tim glanced up to him, his face only a few inches away.

"Wanted Wayne Enterprises to pledge sole loyalty to their construction company. I told him to stuff it. Either that or he wanted in my pants. Couldn't tell you which."

"Yeah. I could."

"Are you saying you can read people better then me, Kent?"

Their heads had come together at some point, Tim's temple against Kon's cheek.

"No I'm just saying I'm better with relationships and flirty things like this."

"Are you really?"

"Yeah, Red, I am."

Tim chuckled lightly, feeling Kon's arm tighten a little more around his back and pull him in just that little bit closer. He let his eyes close, letting the music and Kon's presence wash over him. Kon smelled good. He smelled like the coast, and like the vanilla candles at Lex's. He smelled like his shampoo, old spice maybe, and a bit of cologne, and also just pure Conner Kent. And he was warm, not too hot, but warm and comforting.

"So what really kept you."

"Oh, it was actually Lex. I went to him for fashion advice, and while he had me pinned down, he decided to give me another one of his famous talks."

Tim snorted lightly, pulling away to look at Kon. He opened his mouth to respond, but Kon quickly interrupted.

"Don't hit me."

And then his lips were on Tim's.

Tim froze, his hand tightening in Kon's jacket as his body screamed for directions on how to respond. Hit him? Kiss him back? Flip him? No! Don't flip him.

Tim quickly decided on kissing him back, the hand on his shoulder sliding up to his neck. They stopped dancing, just stood there kissing gently. Tim pulled away first, feeling his face heating up, even as butterflies fluttered in his heart. Did this mean?

"Was that okay?"

"Was?" Tim paused, staring at Kon for a moment. "Why didn't you do that earlier, dumbass?"

Kon laughed brightly. Around them, the world went on, rich couples still danced around them, in fact, Tim spotted Dick twirl past, and caught a smirk from him, but he decided to ignore that.

"Guess I wasn't brave enough before."

Tim scoffed. "You, not brave enough?" He asked as he pulled Kon back into a dance.

"Yeah, sometimes I get scared, Timmy. Scared of losing people I love."

Tim hummed as once again his forehead came to rest against Kon's cheek. It was a good way to hide how red his face was. He felt like butterflies had taken residence in his chest, he felt like he was on top of the world, he felt like he could face off with any villian in the world and come out on top. He felt indestructible, because Kon had just kissed him. Which probably meant he liked him back.

They danced for a while before Tim's feet started getting tired. But he didn't want to stop. Kon was a good dancing partner, he never stepped on toes, and he was happy to lead. Happy to let Tim lean against him as they swayed. But Tim had another idea. He snagged Kon's hand and they snuck out, out to the gardens out the back of the venue. It was too cold right now for the gardens to be a good place for people, but Tim was more cold adapted then most people. He glanced around to make sure no one would see them and then pointed up. Kon caught his meaning and picked him up easily, taking him up to the roof. They sat down on the edge of it the cement part, Tim pressed into Kon's side. He closed his eyes and let his head rest against Kon's neck.

"Thanks for coming, Kon."

"Yeah," Kon said, and Tim could hear his smile.

"And for rescuing me."

"From Daily?"

"Daly."

"Right. And you're welcome."

Silence fell over them, but it was nice and comfortable and Tim didn't want to leave Kon's presence.

"How much trouble would you get in if we just left?"

"What?"

"How mad would your dad be if I just picked you up and we went back to the manor?"

Tim considered his options. Stay here with snotty rich people. Go home with Kon. He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to the family group chat informing them that he was leaving. Kon grinned, and once they stood, he easily picked Tim up again. A quick flight later, they plopped down at the manor front door.

"Is it locked?" Kon asked, walking up and eyeing the door.

"Probably."

Kon smiled and reached out, barely touching the lock, eyes closed for a moment. And then he pushed the door open.

"You know I have a key, right?"

"But Tim, my T-"

"Don't say it."

Kon scowled at him. They went to the kitchen, raided snacks and then went up to Tim's room, ditching fancy clothes and climbing into bed. Tim turned on a movie on his laptop and they just sat there for a while, before Tim glanced up and found Kon's gaze on him.

"What?" He asked softly.

"You're really beautiful, Tim."

"What?" He gasped out.

Kon smiled. "You are. You are absolutely gorgeous."

Tim pouted slightly. "I'm not."

"Yes, you are. From your beautiful skin, to your cute nose, and your gorgeous eyes? God," Kon breathed the last word out, shaking his head slightly.

Tim's cheeks heated up and he ducked his head, pointedly avoiding Kon's eyes.

"Tim," Kon said with a slight chuckle.

"What?"

"Are you getting flustered?"

"No."

"Liar."

Kon pulled on his arm, and Tim squeaked as he was tugged sideways lightly. He went to adjust and made the mistake of glancing up at Kon, who quickly ducked his head and caught Tim's lips in another soft kiss. He found himself adjusting to face Kon fully to avoid breaking the soft contact. His hands came up to cup Kon's face, while the half-kryptonian's landed on his hip and waist.

"So I'm really assuming this means you also have romantic feelings towards me," Kon murmured lightly after pulling away.

Tim huffed and swatted his chest. "Jackass!"

Kon laughed and pulled Tim to him until he was sat sideways in his lap.

"Sorry sorry, I just had to check."

Tim shook his head slightly in amazement at his dumbass friend. "Yes, you dork. I like you."

"Okay, that'd a relief. Because I'm pretty far gone, myself."

Tim scoffed, looking up at him. Immediately a smile took over his face.

"So are you gonna ask me out or what?"

"Oh, I have to do the asking?'

"Yes you do."

"You're the rich kid!"

"Literally so are you."

"Okay but technically I'm not supposed to use Lex's money."

"He's rich, Kon, he probably won't even notice if you don't a million dollars, let alone the like fifty to a hundred dollars it costs to take someone on a date."

Kon scoffed lightly, then shook his head.

"Fine fine." There was a pause. "Tim, would you wanna go on a date with me?"

"I'd be absolutely pleased too."

Kon laughed, and just because he could, leaned down and kissed Tim again.

"I'm glad."

[iammrskeltal]

Taylor Swift and The REAL diss in Look What You Made Me Do.

– THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL:

A word of advise, the more you read, the more sense it makes, it is a LONG text, but please take the time to read it.

Okay gals and guys, ladies and gentlemen, im here to genuinely break down the REAL meaning of Look What You Made Me Do. I mean, yeah, sure, a lot of people just go on and on about how the track is just basically a diss track to all of taylor’s “celebrity feuds”, but let me tell you, there is SO much more than that. It becomes way better when you see it like this, so, lets get to the point, Yes, it is a REALLY long text, but well, its worth it….i guess.

I’ll prove my point with the lyrics, i’ll break the song and build it up again, and you will see a new song, a way better song (yeah, believe me, it can get better).

First of all, what is the real target of the song? Not Kanye, not Kim, not Katy. No no, like Blank Space, the main target here is the media, how they portray her to the world, how they manage to create things about her, what she does, what she doesnt, how they always have something to say about her, everything. Now, lets break the lyrics down shall we?.

“I don’t like your little games Don’t like your tilted stage The role you made me play Of the fool, no, I don’t like you I don’t like your perfect crime How you laugh when you lie You said the gun was mine Isn’t cool, no, I don’t like you.“

To be honest, this part was the most difficult of them all, i mean, with all the Kanye and Kim feud still going on, i really thought this was aimed at them, i even considered to leave this piece of the song behind, but then it hitted me like a train, the last piece of this puzzle was placed. So, this start isnt really that hard to get once you think about it, the media plays gameswith Taylor Swift, they invent stuff, they like to generate drama around her life (yeah, i know!, even more drama than it is already!). But why the tilted stage, right?, this means that they like to focus on her, like, if any artist do the same thing as her, they don’t even talk about it, even less if its a male artist (mainly their relationships), for example, how many artists decided to NOT share their political stance? A lot. And how many were called White Supremacists about it? Yeah, you guessed it right, only Taylor Fucking Swift. Or, well, let’s see, how about counting people relationships like its some kind of game? Hoping and waiting until they break up to write even more articles about how Taylor Swift always does the same thing over and over?. I mean, a lot of artists tend to have a lot of relationships, but who they care more about? Yeah, you got another point, Taylor Swift again. And this is a perfect crime, i mean, lets talk/write about Taylor Swift, say whatever we want, invent stories to sell and get views, say whatever, nobody will care if its true or false, just say it and thats it, its a win-win situation since taylor persona is so bashed that people nowadays tends to believe most things they write about her. What’s true doesn’t matter anymore, they decide which role Taylor have to play there, no matter the circumstances, yeah, sure, she can make mistakes sometimes, like everybody, but for the media, Taylor is always the one to blame.

As the songs says, they lie, they laugh, they blame her (say the gun was hers), and you got another story to tell the people, no matter the authenticity of it, thats not important.

"But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!”

This part is pure gold. Just listen to this, she already showed us that she stopped getting frustrated about what the media said about her (yeah, sometimes its inevitable but im talking in general), with time she got harder (because she tries to not care about it) and smarter (because she learned how to cope with it, she learned how to turn it into her favour). She rose up from the dead because, lets be honest here, how many times did you read in the media “IS THIS THE END OF TAYLOR SWIFT?”, “IS THIS TAYLOR SWIFT FEUD GOING TO BURY HER?” or well, things like that, maybe not literally but you got my point fellas (take the song Mean as an example), and she is still here, better than ever.

AND THEN, THE BEST PART OF THAT VERSE, just listen to this, im going to write it again, I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice, you read it? Well, now get this, which name is she talking about? Who did she checked twice?  It can’t be Kim, this would be the first song about her, Kanye? maybe, i mean, she has “Innocent” about him, but i believe this would be more of a Kim song, do me a favour and let’s think about this for a second. WHO TF IS SHE TALKING ABOUT? The f**** Media, Blank Space was the first check on that list, she decided to answer the media in that song, she understood how to play the game and made them know, and now Look What You Made Me Do it’s the second check to them, she, again, copes with all the negativity they throw at her constantly and decides to use it again and show them she can beat them.

But if you don’t believe me, there is more, there is MUCH, just keep reading.

“Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do Look what you just made me do Look what you just made me Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do Look what you just made me do Look what you just made me do”

The chorus changes dramatically when you understand the real meaning of the song. Its not about a new and bitter Taylor who changed for worst because of all the problems, who was forced to be dark or something like that, its not a counter-blame about who she became to be able to move on with her life, no, i mean, we saw her, she still is our little beautiful heavenly pie we always knew, what the chorus really aims for is the news about her.

Just put it in perspective, she says “Oh, look what you made me do”  like, oh, so, what did you invented now? What did i do now? So now apparently im a white supremacist, so now apparently im anti-gay, oh, so now im not friends with Selena/Karlie anymore, oh…now Joe it’s upsed because im in the spotlight? There are MILLIONS of things like this, and the list goes on and on, every piece of news that isnt true about Taylor’s life become something that the media made her do (for everyone that reads those news and actually believes them). The media knows that for some people, the rumours they spread becomes something Taylor did, they become her actions (even though she didn’t do them).

“I don’t like your kingdom keys They once belonged to me You asked me for a place to sleep Locked me out and threw a feast (What?)”

When i listened to the song i tried to link this with the Kanye and Kim feud, but i couldn’t, now i get why, it isnt about it. This, in my opinion, is about how the media wanted to get to know taylor, before she understood the game, she invited them into her life, she was more public, but then everything changed. This whole verse is a metaphor about how the media stole her life in some kind of way, she is no longer in control of the truth surrounding her life, the kingdom keys (her home, her life) dont belong to her alone anymore. Now the media can say whatever they want and it will become the truth about her life to some people. They not only took her keys, they threw a feast means they started spreading rumours about everything, i mean, a feast is A LOT of food for many people, they enjoy it, they talk about her just because they can, no matter true or false, about old loves, the new one, old friends, new friends, politics, whatever floats their boat will get published just because she was naive enough to let them get deep into her life in the past, she gave them a place to sleep, a place in her life, and now they are part in control.

“The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours”  

This changes a lot too, now its not about a Taylor that lingers in the past, trying to get a dark revenge to everyone who wronged her (gotta admit that would be funny tho). This is the image the media portrayed about her since forever, she is never the one hurt, she is never the good one in the story, she is the one to blame, she plays the victim, even if people played with her, for the media, she uses people and throws them away (its not like we all have more than ONE relationship in our fucking lives, right??). The world moves on and the media always shares more news about a Taylor who will get revenge on eveybody, they say DRAMA and KARMA is all she cares about, dont talk about how she helps people, fans, ill people, people affected by natural disasters, women in need, no no, all Taylor wants is REVENGEEEE, at least thats the image the media sells about her. They say she is stuck in her own world where only revenge matters, no matter the circumstances or the problem, taylor never gets to tell a story about her life, no no, the media tells us that taylor gets revenge, taylor uses people. And Taylor finishes this by saying “Yeah, i know things happen in the world, i know the image you portray about me, im preeeeeetty aware of that, but dont worry, ill use it”

And now, the last part of this masterpiece:

“I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams”

This is basically the image the media portrays about her, nobody trusts her and she doesnt trust nobody, she uses people and people know she uses them, there is never trust, never friendship with anyone. For the media the squad is fake, her celebrity relationships (as friends or lovers) are fake, she cant have boyfriends, she only have targets, she cant have rebounds, she only wants stories to write new songs, she cant have friends, she only wants attention, she cant have problems/fights, she generates them for profit. The media managed to make Taylor look like a crazy woman who only cares about money and herself, not giving ANYONE EVER her trust, and thus, not receiving it, since she doesnt want it anyway, because she uses people. The actress starring in your bad dreams is pretty strong too. What is a dreams? Lets say its someones imagination going wild, is Taylor able to control what other people dream of her? Absolutely not. So, the message here is that she is playing the main role in a fictional story someone is making about her, is she able to stop it? no, is she able to act and stop being the bad in that dream? nope, neither, it is a bad dream (a bad story) and she is starring it. If people try, they can always find her as the main villian in their fictional stories, and there is almost nothing she can do about it. If people wants to blame her for anything, they will be able to (for example, white supremacism again, i mean, no matter what she does, no matter if she proves people 1283183 times that she is not racist, she is called a White Supremacist, i mean, she have really good black friends and danced with Todrick Hall (who says she is the sweetest person), you HAVE to be a white supremacist, right??? RIGHT??. Okay, so, to conclude this part, since she is not the one dreaming it, so she can only see what other people makes her do, she, as a person trapped in someone elses bad dream can only Look What You Made Me Do.

I hope you liked what i wrote, i have to say im sorry if something its not well written since english is NOT my first language, but well, this is what i really think  Look What You Made Me Do is about.

Goodbye!!