#sample goon

[sapphorror]

Okay, but one of the best things about Lice is the sheer amount of mutual pettiness it showcases between Zim and Dib for an episode that doesn't have them saying even a single word to each other

[imaredshirt]

Give me a Stan who thinks Fiddleford doesn't know how to throw a punch, much less defend himself in a fight with your average goon, so one morning he takes it upon himself to show the nerd a few basic jabs and hooks and maybe an uppercut or two behind the cabin, because let's face it, there's gonna be a time when Stan can't be there to take a hit for the guy or defend his nerd butt. So he's gonna teach him some stuff for his own peace of mind.

Fiddleford just kind of genially goes along with it, following Stan around the back of the cabin and watching with hands on his hips and a smile as Stan gets into position.

"This is one of the most basic punches in the world, so pay attention, 'cause I'm not gonna show you again," Stan says, knees slightly bent and fists up.

Fidds nods. "You've got my full attention, Stanley."

Stan isn't sure if he's imagining the way Fidds is eyeing him up and down, but he automatically flexes his arms a little more than he needs to. Up ahead, Ford is sitting on a tree stump and taking samples of the air or something (Stan had stopped listening to Ford's explanation once his words went from interesting to Big Science Shit that Stanley Does NOT Care About) and he's watching them with this amused grin, rolling his eyes skyward when Stan won't stop flexing and showing his arms off.

Stan ignores him and rolls his shoulders before jabbing his fists forward in a quick one-two. "There - you catch that?"

Fidds has got his arms crossed now and gives Stan a thumbs up. "Sure did!"

"See, just like this," Stan says, and shows him again despite saying earlier that he wouldn't.

He shows him a few more punches, going over each one a couple times before telling the engineer to mirror him, even getting in close to adjust the guy's scrawny arms and balled fists. He's being real professional about it and everything and doesn't understand why Ford keeps grinning and shaking his head at them, which is making him a little incensed but he stamps it down because Fidds is watching him with this nerdy, dopey smile while letting himself be maneuvered around and he's gotta learn to defend himself 'cause Stan can't stand the thought of some jerkwad wiping that smile off the nerd's face.

"See," he says near the end of the lesson, tapping his fist right against Fidds’s chin. "Do it right and your fist'll hit right here."

Fidds tilts his head a fraction at the touch. "Well alright then, seems easy enough."

"Yeah, like I said, if you do it right. Gimme your hand-" he takes Fidds’s wrist and taps the guy's balled fist against his own stubbly jaw. "Right here. You got that?"

Fidds nods. "Sure do!"

"Good." Stan drops Fidds’s wrist and gets into position again. "Then come on - lay one on me."

Fidds pulls back and blinks at him. "Come again?"

"Hit me!" Stan taps his jaw. "Right here!"

The guy suddenly looks nervous and galnces over at Ford for help. "Hit you? Stanley, I don't think-"

This is what Stan means. Fidds isn't always gonna be able to look to him or Ford to save him. He gets this weird, uncomfortable feeling in his chest at the thought of Fidds facing off against some asshat on his own, and that alone is enough to keep him from letting the guys off easy, if only to get rid of the weird feeling. Maybe a bit selfish but he doesn't care.

"Ah, come on, one little punch ain't gonna hurt ya, Fidds."

"I'm not worried about me," Fidds says, and then frowns when Stan barks a laugh.

"You think you're gonna hurt ME?"

Fidds is still frowning when Ford calls over in an amused, warning tone, "This is not a good idea, Stanely!"

"Just worry about your air test or whatever and leave us alone," Stan calls back. Ford shrugs and scribbles something in his journal, and when Stan turns back to Fidds, Fidds is finally getting into position.

He looks unsure, watching Stan nervously as Stan stands before him with his arms crossed.

"Hey, not bad form - you ready?"

"Well, I suppose so," Fidds says, accent coming in a little thicker than before. "Stan, if you're sure, I should probably warn ya-"

"Don't tell me nothing, just punch me!"

Fidds presses his lips into a line and throws his fist - and jabs Stan on the chin just hard enough to tilt Stan's head half an inch to the side.

"That's it?" Stan guffaws and shakes his head. "That was barely a tap!"

"I don't wanna hurt ya!" Fidds says, sounding so conflicted that Stan gets this urge to pull him into a headlock and ruffle his hair and drive the worry away.

Instead he riles him up.

"Please," he says. "Fidds, look - one of these days I'm not gonna be there to take a hit for you, and then what're you gonna do? Just let some jerk punch ya around?"

Fidds looks slightly perplexed. "Where is this all comin from? No, Stanley, I am NOT gonna just let some jerk punch me around."

"Good! So you gotta learn to defend yourself!" Fidds still looks unsure, so Stan tries a different angle. "Okay, how 'bout this - what if some jerks are beating up on me and Ford, huh? You're just gonna let em?"

Fidds looks up. "What? No, I am not!"

"You're gonna defend us?"

"Dangnabbit, Stan - of course I am!"

"Not gonna let us get our teeth kicked out?"

"What!? No!"

"Then show me!" Stan slaps a hand against his own chin. "Right here, come on! I'm some jerk who just threw your friend Stan to the ground and I'm about to kick him in the gut, what're ya gonna-"

The blow lands hard. Stan's head jerks to the side and he's thrown off balance, and he sees actual stars before his vision clears again and he realizes he's crumpled on the ground. His head swims as hands pull him around onto his back.

"Mother o pearl!" Fidds gasps. He's got his hands on Stan's face, careful touch at complete odds with the punch he'd just landed in the same place. "Are you alright? I am so sorry! I hit ya and you weren't even ready and - you just got me so riled up and I tried to tell ya and I shoulda said earlier instead o just lettin ya show me all those moves, but I just wanted to, well - goddangit, Ford, this ain't funny."

Ford's laughing as he comes up behind them, looking down at where Stan is staring kinda dazedly up at Fidds, who's kneeling by his side in the cool grass. "We did try to tell him, Fiddleford."

"Tell me what?" Stan demands. His jaw is already aching but Fidds’s hands feel kinda good so he doesn't tell him to move.

"Fiddleford was a boxing champion back back in his hometown," Ford says.

Stan blinks. "Bwuh-?"

"Not much of a champion," Fidds says with a wince, but he's blushing a bit as he goes on, "It was never anythin official, but - well, I did win more than a few matches at some backyard parties, see, and - well, people usually don't think I got any hittin power or can defend myself, but my Ma's been all too happy to teach me since I was little, and-"

The guy's rambling, and Stan quits being able to understand what he's saying half way through cause the accent is coming in thick and Ford’s chuckling and standing there looking proud of his best friend and Stan’s a little worried that he's still jarred from the hit, cause when he looks at Fidds kneeling there, one hand one Stan's chest and the other bashfully rubbing his neck while he rambles on - he's still seeing stars.

Later, while Stan sits in the living room with an bag of ice in his jaw and Fiddleford sitting next to him, still rambling about all the times he'd knocked a few guys into the mud in some backcountry hoedown get-together or whatever, Stan can lean back and relax and grin, knowing Fidds is gonna be just fine.

He can't wait to teach him wrestling.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Below is why I think these bots would be fun to see;

-Knockout would become a famous model and Breakdown would be his bodyguard. I just think it would be funny to see Knockout caught up in a rogue attack and go absolutely apeshit on some poor goon that accidentally stained his 5 000 dollar designer jacket. Breakdown has to pull him of the poor man like "Babe, babe, it's ok, we'll get you a new jacket. How about a nice new suit too? That sound good?" Meanwhile the goon is fucking traumatized.

-Wreck Gar sees that Gotham is covered in trash and makes it his own personal mission to collect all of it and create his own trash kingdom. Gotham's streets have never been cleaner.

-I just want to see Kup train the batfam. And act old with Alfred. Perhaps save one of the vigilantes after they get captured, using nothing but his holoform, a bottle of liquor, a stun gun and guerilla tactics.

-You look me in the eyes and tell me Tarantulas wouldn't fit right in in Gotham. His freaky ass belongs there. He would sneak into Arkham to observe the patients, just for fun. Maybe terrorize them a little. "Doctor, the spider talks to me!" "Sure pal, of course it does. Did you take your medicine today?"

-Thundercracker becomes a best selling author in Gotham by writing about his experiences in the war (everyone thinks its just a very detailed fictional world). Jason gets absolutely hooked on the series and meets him one day while Thundercracker is out walking Buster. Jason promptly nerds out.

-Just full on pandemonium with the Scavengers. Krok tries to organize them so they can find a way back home but these idiots keep going on side quests. They were supposed to steal some Wayne tech? Sorry, Misfire got caught up in a riddle contest with the Riddler and Spinister is having a BBQ with Solomon Grundy.

-Airachnid becomes a serial killer/hitman in Gotham and quickly earns a reputation as a brutal and efficient killer. Not really that funny but a lot of potential for drama. She sets her eyes on her newest hit; Bruce Wayne.

-Swindle is fucking living life in Gotham, selling repurposed cybertronian tech to rogues. Not even necessarily weapons, just random pieces of regular cybertronian tools, like bottle cap openers that get repurposed into actual weapons by the criminals. Well, now he's on the batfam's watch list and has go into hiding.

-Ok, listen, First Aid is a freak. A well meaning freak but a freak nonetheless. So when he finds a vigilante bleeding out in an alleyway, of course he's gonna help them! But not before taking a picture of their wound and sampling their blood. Not for nefarious purposes! He just thinks it's interesting. But now the batfam tries he's going to try and clone them.

-All the rogues and vigilantes of Gotham band together to stop Shockwave. He's just trying to make his way home but his experiments and casual disregard for human life makes him such a threat that even sworn enemies have to put their differences aside if they want to survive.

-Predaking befriends Cass and she doesn't tell the batfam cause this is her alien friend and they've already got their own (Batman&Superman, Nightwing&Starfire, Red Hood&Bizarro, Red Robin&Super Boy, Robin&the other Super Boy etc.). Of course Robin eventually finds out and he's so mad cause that's a robot/alien/dragon! She can't just keep him to herself! That's so selfish of her! Meanwhile, Predaking is like "Where the fuck am I?"

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The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached - Part 9

First|Masterlist

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst, depression, canon typical violence.

Jason was not angry he was frustrated. There was a difference. A distinct difference that Jason knew very well.

Ghost kept running. He would steal a thing. Evade some goons, cause he often stole from the rogues. Then evade some bats, lead them in a new direction, sometimes changing overall direction mid chase, there really was no rhyme or reason to it.

And then, when Jason showed up, he’d invariably be standing on another rooftop and disappear. All the while Jason could feel his longing and sorrow, a call for help he wouldn't let Jason answer, and it was frustrating and confusing, but mostly frustrating.

Because Jason was not angry.

He may have snapped at Dick, when he made a joke about his princess being in another castle, but he hadn’t actually laid hands on anyone. He made sure nobody made the mistake of touching him.

He ducked his head, never stuck around and ignored the looks he got. Worry, pity, wariness, Jason flip-flopped how he interpreted the gazes. A loose canon, that’s what they thought he was. But Jason was not. His chest burned, but Jason was not angry. Because he knew the difference, between himself and the pits. He knew. But they didn’t. They didn’t understand and Jason could not explain - not without him sounding unstable. There was no way he could explain things and keep cool. They wouldn’t understand that he kept away for their sake. At best he’d be benched.

Benched, a bitter voice mocked, locked up and thrown in Arkham more like. Criminal, murderer, crazy.

He shook his head. Pushed the thoughts away. He couldn’t allow himself to be benched. He needed to catch Ghost - to make him listen and explain just for a moment so he could understand what was going on with him and the pits.

As long as Jason didn’t cross the line, they wouldn’t try anything. He had to believe that.

Oo o oO

Bruce was at a loss.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Jason hadn’t pointed a gun at any of them, Bruce would have thought they’d gone a year or two back in time. He was tense and curt and kept himself at a distance. Always out of reach.

It wasn’t like he joined their patrols regularly normally, but he could usually be counted on if something big was going down. Now Bruce wasn’t so sure he’d want to ask him if something happened. It seemed like he was nearing breaking point and Bruce feared what way he’d fall.

The thief, Ghost, was at the center of this. Something was going on there, but it was like he was missing crucial information. Jason was downright frantic to catch him.

Danny Fenton. The name was still a dead end. The DNA sample useless. His contact at Star Lab had gotten back to him and informed him they’d had a break in weeks ago, before the thefts started in Gotham - nothing had been stolen, the invisible perpetrator had been found out because of the electromagnetic disturbance his stealth tech gave off, or rather that was what their reports said. The recorded disturbance matched the readings they got off of the Ghost.

It was quite possible there were many more unrecorded thefts before the Ghost came to Gotham. He’d already informed Tim and watched him pale from the realization that they actually had no idea how far the Ghost was with what he was building. If building something was indeed what he was doing with the eclectic mix of parts he’d stolen. Tim had a theory, that much was obvious, but he was not at a point where he felt he had enough evidence to share it.

When Bruce had told him of the Star Lab incident, he’d glanced towards where they’d stored the spectral calibrator, before his shoulders had forcefully relaxed.

Bruce was no slouch when it came to technology, but mostly when it came to operating it. He could infiltrate systems and extract information fine, but it he was honest, the kids were better, and since he rarely worked alone these days, he didn’t get as much practice - he wondered momentarily if this is what it was like growing old.

It was something he’d never expected when he set out on his mission as a young man, growing old that is.

Besides while Bruce had designed a fair few gadgets in his time, and assembled the Bat computer himself back in the early days when it didn’t have near the capabilities it did today, he was not an inventor. Lucius was the one who’d made his more fanciful ideas workable in the early days.

And now he had all these talented kids.

It didn’t matter most of them were adults, they’d always be kids to him. Here he went again getting distracted.

He rubbed his forehead. Point was, Bruce couldn’t see what the parts could be used for but Tim could. And it was something that worried him, which in turn worried Bruce and like always these days his thoughts circled back to his worry for Jason.

He’d given him time, like Dick had said - three weeks so far in fact. And instead of things calming down they’d become worse. The Ghost’s continued escape was winding Jason up, there were no two ways about it. They needed to capture him.

Bruce had to be honest with himself, if it wasn’t for Jason, the Ghost would be very low priority for them. He wasn’t hurting anyone, just a thief. Before the day Jason had tackled the Ghost on the rooftop, he had been low priority. Amusing in fact, with the way he riled up Damian with his continued escapes, it had been low stakes - safe in a way many of their missions weren’t.

But now, Tim was working frantically on ways to capture the Ghost, they’d tried nets of various materials (some even Martians had trouble phasing through) with no success. Barbara was still trying to unearth more information from the phone, also with no success.

Steph and Cass had been steadily and stealthily working on changing the cameras throughout the city connected to Barbara’s network to ones with better filters and built in detectors for electromagnetic disturbances over a certain threshold - a very bothersome process since most of the cameras technically weren’t theirs and had to be indistinguishable from the originals and send visuals to the real owners of the same (low) quality they’re used to in case somebody decided to take a closer look.

Damian was giving him long looks, when he thought he wasn’t noticing. He was hiding something and he’d been sneaking off on his own. Bruce was trying to convince himself to leave it alone. He’d nearly lost Damian in the past because he was too controlling.

Trust, it was something he was trying to practice but it irked at him not to know. What if he got in trouble? He had to forcibly remind himself, it was most likely that Damian was just sneaking off to some wild animal he was hiding and nursing back to health.

Duke had just gotten back from a three month exchange program abroad, he would have to be caught up to speed. Maybe his abilities would give them some additional insight.

Hopefully.

Oo o oO

Jason was not angry, he was livid. Ghost was on another rooftop. About to do his disappearing act, again again again.

“Come back here!” He yelled.

Fear not his own hit him in a sickly yellow haze. He gasped and struggled not to throw up. Ghost was gone again. Of course he was. His one chance and-

“Jason…” the words were quiet, barely audible, Bruce. Jason grit his teeth. Bruce was a fucking hypocrite saying his name in costume like that.

A step forward was heard, a purposefully made sound to announce his approach, and Jason spun.

“Don’t touch me!” His guns were pointed at Bruce. He stood frozen, the hand he’d no doubt been reaching toward Jason was pulled back. It served him right.

Jason didn’t trust him. He should shoot him, teach him not to get too close. He knew Batman’s armor, he knew the weak spots. It would be easy. A rubber bullet wouldn’t kill, but it would hurt.

Jason wanted him to hurt; like he hurt.

He wanted-

He wanted-

He couldn’t remember loading his guns tonight. The realization struck him like a splash of ice water. Rubber bullets or live ammunition?

He didn’t know!

He followed the aim of his still raised guns, pointed at his dad’s chest, the armor could only do so much at such a close distance.

Real bullets or rubber?

Jason took a step backwards in horrified realization. It didn’t matter. Not at this close range. Both would be lethal. He knew that. He knew guns. Why had that even been a question? Why was he still pointing his guns at Bruce?

A wounded sound escaped his throat and he turned and ran.

He’d crossed the line.

-

Poor Jay, huh? Can Danny keep escaping the bats? Will Jason be okay? Tim POV next time, we're in serious need of a plan here, come on Timmers.

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It’s almost half past eight when the door opens and breaks Max’s focus.

Usually, people don’t come into this room. It’s too noisy, too hot when it isn’t completely freezing outside.

Lewis comes by occasionally, uses the nanodrop for his DNA samples. But his project is on the tail-end, and he’s too deep in the writing phase to even be on the lab cleaning rota. Max knows he was meant to stay, that Toto wanted to build a part of the group around him and his expertise. But funding runs out quickly; what was hot five years ago, may as well be old news today.

But it’s Daniel who pokes his head in, smile wide as he spots Max in the corner.

“There you are, Maxy.” He says, pushes the chair closer to Max before sitting down. “Alex said you’d left, but your stuff was still in the office, so.”

He doesn’t have a lab coat on, but always he doesn’t wear it. Max doesn’t know still if it’s an Australian thing, or because he is a pharmacist maybe, but also Oscar does it.

“But I have my gloves on today, Maxy.” Daniel said yesterday when Max had commented on it, trying not to stare at the lovely white tee shirt Daniel had been wearing. He wiggled his fingers as a tease, the bright pink gloves Seb had brought as a joke. He would have to at least be a large to escape the bright blue nitrile hell Max and the other mediums were saddled with. “Don’t get used to it though, just Oscar’s apparently shit at aliquoting piss I’ve learnt.”

“So what are we doing tonight, Max?” Daniel asks now. He is sitting on the chair the wrong way; elbows on the back of it with his chin in his hand. He couldn’t sit like that, Max thinks, at least not for very long. Not like Daniel can, like he does in their shared meetings when Christian and Zak remember they have a grant together.

“The university said the power would be out for a while tomorrow, so I of course have to shut down the MS,” Max says, huffs when he has to turn back to the computer.

The email had come Wednesday night, barely any information except for the notice of a power outage within eighty hours. Max had used the reply-all function to tell them to go suck an egg, turned off his phone and gone for a run.

Checo should of course be the one to do this, senior to Max in every way but one. But last time Sergio had been in charge of shutting down the systems, Max had come in the next day unable to complete calibration, and they had to replace two different parts.

It’s a new instrument too, and always he can be – the mass spectrometer can be a bit fussy when you have to shut it down. But Max has been working with mass spec since undergrad, was the second author on GP’s Nature Communications paper. Had come to Christian’s lab for this very instrument, so he of course knows it best.

“Always they say we are a part of a core facility, and still, they do this,” Max says. He’s already discussed it with GP and Jonathan how it isn’t okay, with the facility manager who hasn’t touched probably a mass spectrometer in his life. 

Daniel also hasn’t worked with MS by himself before, but he would of course understand, would know it isn’t okay to do this.

“Was the Friday bar alright?” Max asks. He had gone too for a bit, shared the last dregs of gin with Charles, pouring the tonic directly into the bottle to get the most of it. “George said he made a quiz, but to me it sounded very boring. There was a part, I think, where you had to spell out chemicals’ names.”

Daniel laughs, and it sounds so loud in their tiny room for two. Daniel has of course always had a very lovely laugh, but it sounds even better like this. The two of them only. Max likes it like that the best.

“Yeah ah, George kinda went to town on the goon sack instead,” he says. “I reckon Alex had to carry him home.”

“George drank the wine?” Max asks. “No! But that is so old, it’s been in the fridge since Liam graduated.”

“He went for the sangria too, it wasn’t even good fresh.”

“Always George should not be in charge of this, of drinking and parties,” Max says, remembers the nightmare his grad party had been. “You are of course very good at it, how to make it a good night.”

“You think so?” Daniel says, soft, hesitant. Max looks up from the instrument with a frown, touches Daniel’s hand where it’s been hovering in the air, like he didn’t know if he could touch him. Always he can. Max should tell him this, maybe.

“Yes, Daniel.”

“Then, would you go somewhere with me tonight?” He asks, closes his hand around Max’s. It’s different to work like this, one-handed and typing slow. But Max doesn’t want to pull away, keeps his hand in the warmth of Daniel’s.

“I think I am too tired for the club, Daniel.” Max says softly. He has gone before, after the Friday bar. But he cannot do it tonight, his body is too tired. He doesn’t think he would survive if he did, considers already if he should take the bus home and leave his bike behind.

But to his surprise, Daniel laughs, squeezes their hands together. “Nah, I was thinking we could maybe go get some food? You said you’ve been craving like, tacos, and I’ve found a place down by one of the bridges that I thought we could try. If you wanna, of course.” 

Daniel has only been in the city for five months, but already he has made friends in high places, in the low ones too. 

“I would love to, but always I don’t know how -“

“Hey, we’ll just leave whenever you’re done, no rush, Maxy.” Daniel says. 

Max nods, “Then it of course sounds very lovely. It will not be that much longer, I think.” 

“I’ll be here,” Daniel says softly. 

He pulls his hand from Max’s, the loss of touch, of warmth is sudden, but Max knew it would happen. But Daniel doesn’t leave. 

He doesn’t go back to the office to work on the paper Max knows has to be sent back with major revisions, doesn’t go over the postdoc application Zak isn’t supposed to know about. He pulls out his phone instead, plays one of those indie rock albums that Max has come to like. 

It’s very nice, Max thinks, his own earphones still dead in his ears. 

The MS does finally shut down, leaves the room almost quiet except for the music.  

They’re in the basement to get their bikes, Daniel will go in front because he knows where they’re going. He wears a helmet now too, one of those fancy Hövding airbags that will inflate if he crashes. 

“So I won’t mess up my hair, baby,” he had said, the collar loose around his neck when he came into the office to show it off. Max doesn’t care, thinks he looked cute in Max’s borrowed helmet, but this is good also. 

“Hey Maxy,” Daniel says now, one leg swung over the bike. “Would it be cool with you if this was a date instead?” 

Max almost stumbles over the pedals, but he doesn’t, corrects himself so he’s upright and staring at Daniel, who watches him back almost shyly. 

“It would of course be very lovely, I think, if this was a date,” he says, faint. 

Daniel's lips stretch into a wide grin, and Max cannot help but return it. 

“Cool, let’s do that then.”

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NOT SO BAD | xavier thorpe x gn!reader

"rita wouldn't be wrong though."

this was requested by anon, but i accidentally posted it by accident ( a draft) but then i took down the post to write a new one (aka this one) enjoy (also theres some mentions of death so.)

"hey freak!" before xavier could even turn around and see who it was, he got shoved down to the brick floor, he would have tasted dirt if he didn't close his mouth. he sighed, standing up to look back at the jericho goons, "you think you could storm your way here? in our own homes? you're the one who makes drawings come to life right?" they flood xavier's head with taunting questions that he didn't even get to answer.

it was the dreaded day of the festival. he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he certainly did not want to have his fun with these normies. defeated, he continues to walk away, not wanting to deal with them right now. they kept on chasing him though, until he stops next to a certain someone.

"look will you guys just shut the fuck up and leave me alone, you won't even be eating real food right now if it weren't for our principal funding your stupid charities to a town that can't even appreciate the minority." xavier spat, fed up the dudes just looked stunned, he thought he'd shut them up but it wasn't quite the case. xavier turns around to see a normie, in which was glaring dread into their souls.

"scram." that they did.

once they scrambled away, xavier only stared at the person. they look towards xavier and sighed, "sorry. the welcome comittee isn't as welcoming as it is intended." they apologized. xavier hummed, as his eyes landed on the tray of bread samples you were selling by a bakery.

"hey, can i have one? long day." he asks and they nodded in response. he takes a piece of cheese bread and began to eat.

xavier begins to wonder why he hasn't seen you, in the previous trips to jericho. "you new here?" he asked "ancestors lived here for years, i just went insane and managed to run away. and by insane i meant that an outcast friend of mine was killed." you told him, xavier sighed "did you kill that friend?"

you laughed hysterically, he then grew concerned of your behavior. "no, no, i didn't. someone killed her, no one in this town would just admit it. it's kept on the down low since then." you replied gravely. "when was this?" he questions you, you could sense his own curiosity "she didn't even make it until school starts to actually go to your school, she stayed at home mostly, it was around june when she got killed."

xavier hummed, never hearing of such a thing. it really was well hidden, if not, the normie was lying.

"your name?" xavier looked at them and forced a smile "xavier." you nodded, "y/n."

"i'm visiting her later, well by later i mean 30 minutes from now, my shift ends from there. wanna meet up there?" xavier scoffed, "typical setting to beat an outcast up, huh?" you rolled your eyes, "look mr. trust issues, i know you're on edge and shit and it's more than fine if you wouldn't come. as much as i hate to say this, you're unattracting customers." you grit your teeth, facing the groups of people staring at the both of you. xavier then walks away, contemplating whether or not would he want to meet up a normie.

he looks back, seeing customers now swarning the normie with the tray of bread, seeing you smile and attend to them made his heart go soft for a moment.

at that moment, he swerved his direction to the cemetery instead of weathervane.

-

when he arrived, you were following right behind him. holding a plastic bag of chips and scented candles. "what are the chips for?" he asks you as you stomped on orange autumn leaves, on your way to your friend's grave, passing by mossy and old ones, xavier was still doubtful of his decision, the cemetery was inclosed and no one would even hear him scream for help. "rita hates flowers, she likes junk food and scented candles so i bought some." you told him as you finally slowed down to a less flithy gravestone. you set down a bag of lays chips on the stone and opened one for yourself, setting down the candles as well. xavier crossed his arms as he read the engravings:

rita lupin

born: 2006 died: 2021

it was glad to know that his possible normie friend wasn't an asshole after all. he has never been to a funeral before, let alone even visited a grave, this was his first time and he definitely didn't expect some smiles from you as you stare down at the grave.

"hey rita, this is xavier. he was going to be your classmate y'know? anyway what are you- a werewolf or.."

"i'm just telekinetic."

he did not expect a normie to be talking to a grave.

you looked at the sky, closing your eyes and smiled. "rita would find you cute." you chuckle, he raises an eyebrow, stifiling a giggle "wow, rita is nice." he mutters. you knelt down and grab a lighter from you back pocket and leaned the candles on the stone, lighting up each one "i mean rita is not wrong though" you wink at him and he rolls his eyes with a wry chuckle. now it was just plain silence, the wind brushing past them, leaves occasionally floating along with it.

"do you ever cry, whenever you... y'know, visit her?" he asked you. "who wouldn't? she's the best werewolf i met." you replied, now facing him ever since you both arrived here. "you've never visited a grave before?" you asked. he shook his head, "nope." you nod in response. "to relieve you right now, sorry for y'know whatever normies fo to you and your peers. i also actually never knew you all existed until.." you trail off. the silence grew louder, xavier raised an eyebrow.

"until?"

"until ol' rita here." you point towards her with a sigh. xavier examines you, you're glassy eyes and your longing gaze, you seemed genuine. he didn't know why would you invite an outcast like him to visit your dead friend, or why did he even agree.

xavier silently admits he was wrong about this normie. maybe they were the exception, they weren't that bad after all.

[beesmygod]

theres a guy in the truly deranged something awful thread about covid who wears a PAPR mask outside. not a paper mask. one of these

yeah yeah everyone should do what they need to do to mitigate whatever. but someone working the sample table at costco lightly razzed him about it calling him a ghostbuster and the goon posted about it like it was his personal vietnam.

the suggested response to "nice proton pack" from the thread was to call the police, get a lawyer, and file for a concealed carry license. just in case any more costco employees think they can compare you to peter venkman

[the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake]

Just A Kid Next Door - Chapter 6

Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.

This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.

Masterlist

Here in the link to read the story in ao3.

-------------------------------CHAPTER 6---------------------------------

This is not unusual to Tim. To be honest Tim has found himself in these kind of situations many times than considered healthy. Especially in the last couple of months. If the last few months have taught him something, it was definitely how to handle the mess you’ve got yourself in. Alone.

Tim lets out a dry laugh, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Slamming his Bo staff upright on the ground, he balanced his whole weight on it while launching his legs on the goon’s face.

It has been a week since Bruce’s return and Tim was trying his best to distract himself by drowning himself in cases.

Tim had a whole army of big bulky thugs to take down. And he considered himself doing a good job as he had already taken down most of them on his own.

When he found the location of warehouse where the shipment of the newly introduced drug in Gotham (Not Surprising) was taking place, he made a grave mistake by storming to the warehouse without any actual plan, which was very much unlike himself. Because Tim had plans for everything.

Hell, he even had a contingency plan written down in case the whole justice league turn into ducks. Which he made when he was running on only two hours of sleep. And was in middle of a desert for some covert mission. And he was not proud of it.

Tim cringed thinking about it now. It sounded like a good plan at that time.

Tim blocked another punch and kicked the man’s chest. A man wearing red mask, almost covering his entire face except for his eyes, snarled and made his way to Tim with a huge glass shard in his hand which Tim assumed probably belonged to the window which he had broken to get inside the warehouse.

“You don’t know whom you are fighting, Dr. Mid-Nite.” The man said, running towards Tim.

“Jesus Christ man, for the last time, I am not Dr.Mid-Nite. How many times do I have to make myself clear?”

Tim effortlessly disarmed the man with his Bo staff and drove his fist into the man’s nose, hard. The man stumbled, head flying as his eyes locked on the roof of the warehouse, unconscious.

“Oops, sorry. That was for not getting my name right.”

“Well that was easy” Tim thought, turning away and walking towards the many boxes stocked neatly at the other end of the warehouse. He wanted to take some the sample of those drugs with him to test it. Because Black mask just keeps coming up with new ways to drug Gotham.

Pocketing the sample in his utility belt, he heard a loud crash coming from the other end. He was not pleased with what he saw.

Standing near the pile of unconscious bodies, was another twenty-or so group of thugs.

“Umm…I’m toast”

“You made a huge mistake by coming here, Dr. Mid-Nite.” The thug standing in the front of the group said, maybe their leader.

“The real Dr.Mid-Nite is going to come and beat me up for identity theft any time soon” Tim said, getting into fighting stance. Clutching his Bo staff, he ran towards the thugs, his cape bellowing behind him.

“But you know what, I think I can take him down” Logically, Tim knew it was hard to take down all of these thugs at once, but it wasn’t impossible. After all, he took down the whole Council of Spider all by himself, when he was in his crusade to save Batman.

He swung his Bo staff at the thugs, kicking them. He then threw a smoke bomb to distract the others.

“Catch him” The leader shouted.

“Do I really look like Dr.Mid-Nite? It’s the cowl, right? I knew I should have ditched the cowl as soon as I came back to Gotham. The domino was so much better” Tim swung a powerful right to the Thug he met halfway. The large man punched Tim in the face. He did it with so much force that Tim went sailing through the air for some unspecified distance. His Bo staff flying somewhere else.

Tim was sure it had left a bruise on his face. Swiftly getting back on his feet, Tim rushed towards the man. Tim knew he need to leave. Soon.

He knew it is of no use fighting these goons. He had got what he wanted, and it was time for him to leave. He has other important issues to deal with than a simple drug bust. He need to contact the GCPD to handover these men.

Just as he was about to swing his arm to punch the man, he felt a searing pain in his abdomen and something hot dripping down his thigh.

“Uh-uh”

He was stabbed. Dammit. How had he failed to see that coming? Of course the man was armed.

Tim’s legs gave out and he fell down on the floor. Getting stabbed sucked. Especially the stiches, which he have to do it himself, will restrict his movements for the next few patrols, which in turn will affect his schedule.

And his missing spleen made it a cherry on top.

Tim let out a shaky sigh. It is going to be a long night.

Tim’s eyes started welling up, making his vision blurry. The man roughly held Tim’s hair, yanking his head backward. He brought the knife close to Tim’s neck.

Tim closed his eyes for a second, thinking of a way to escape. He had already sent a signal to the GCPD when that man was busy stabbing him. All he has to do now was buy some time.

And then he heard a loud crash in front of him. Tim opened his eyes and saw the man lying down on the floor, unconscious. Tim looked up and say a built figure, wearing blue and red suit with a large s- shield on his chest, a black leather jacket complimenting the look.

“Sup-superboy?” Tim chocked out.

“Pretty sure that the title now belongs to Jon, Rob” Kon said grinning, while holding out a hand to him.

Tim ignored the help and shakily got up on his own.

“You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take today off, huh?” Kon said, tutting.

“You could have called us for backup Tim, is it truly that hard?” Tim heard Cassie say, while effortlessly knocking down the other goons.

“I had the situation under my control” Tim huffed.

“You know what, I’m trying my hardest to see things from your perspective, but I just can’t get my head that far up my ass” Cassie said.

“Yeah man, I agree with her” Bart chimed. He was circling the leader of the gang swiftly, making him dizzy.

“So, what brings you guys to Gotham, huh? Need help with anything?”

Kon let out a long sigh.

“We came in search of you, bud. We were worried about you. You hadn’t talked to any of us for a while.”

“I’m fine. I am capable of taking care of myself” Tim sneered.

“God, Tim. We are your friends, man. Of course we always look out for you” Bart said, wiping the dust of his suit while walking towards him.

Tim had no time to reply as Bart swiftly pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Kon and Cassie joined him.

“We missed you so much, dude.”

Tim melted into the hug. Yeah, he missed his friends too. He missed Cassie’s sarcasm, Kon’s crappy jokes and Bart’s never ending appetite. Tim don’t want this moment to end. He with his friends, his small family.

Tim had met Kon only twice after he came back to life, once in Paris and the other time when Kon came to meet him in Gotham.

Tim was grappling his way towards the street of Gotham, thinking about everything that had happened in the past few days. He made assassin friends, worked for Ra’s Al Ghul, fought against the Council of Spiders, found out that Bruce was stuck in the time stream, and the list goes on.

But now, this moment, he was feeling much better. He was back in Gotham.

But this is how Tim knew he needed to see a therapist. Because he actually missed Gotham. This was his first day back in Gotham, and he already have shit ton of work to do.

Tim needed to tell Alfred and Dick about Bruce. Even though he wasn’t part of the family now, they deserved to know. Bruce was practically like a son to Alfred after all, and he was alive.

Bruce is alive.

Bart is alive

And so is-

“Your face is going to break if you keep that up…” Tim was sure he had a whiplash from turning his neck so fast, but sight which greeted him was definitely worth it.

“And honestly, your face wasn’t that great to begin with” Kon completed.

And so is Conner.

Kon just kept on rambling, as Tim was trying to process what was happening.

“Why so happy, let me guess, sale on leather?”

“You’re going to get matching chaps, is that it?”

“Tim?” Kon called out, waving his hand in front of Tim’s face.

“Hello?”

“Okay, now you’re creeping me out, will you say somethi-”

Tim cut off Kon by pulling him closer and locking him in a tight embrace. Sure he had seen Kon in Paris before, but this was the first time he was actually able to process it.

Kon is alive

Alive.

Oh my God, so is Bruce, Bar-

“Tim, buddy. If you’re trying to be all dark and grim now, it isn’t going to help”

“You’re alive.” Tim said, breaking the hug and pulling out his cowl.

“I thought we already conversed this.”

“I knew you were back, that Bart was back, but it all happened so fast that, I never, I never let it soak in.”

Kon smiled at Tim bashfully.

“I missed you too, Rob”

“And now, what are you doing in Gotham. You found something, didn’t you?” Kon asked.

“Let’s just say I’m getting there.”

“How can I help?”

“I still have couple of things to take care of, and then, I’ll be back.”

“Good. Because we miss you, man. Me, Cassie, Bart… all of us.” Kon said, his eyes showing multitude of emotions.

“If you need me, just yell. I’ll hear you.” Kon said, as he started floating, getting ready to fly.

“Thanks.”

“For what?” Kon asked, before leaving.

“For believing in me”

And Kon took his leave, soaring high along with Krypto, leaving Tim with his thoughts.

But Bart, this is the first time he is meeting Bart after he helped him take down Ra’s Al Ghul after he tried to kill Tim when he came to take over Wayne enterprises.

And he was still kinda mad at Cassie for not believing in him at first. Only a little though.

Tim winced as he was released from the hug.

“Are you okay?” Kon asked, voice laced with concern.

“I’m in pain.”

“Do you mean emotional pain or- Oh my God! That’s a lot of blood” Bart shouted, his eyes darting to Tim’s abdomen.

Shoot. Yeah, he totally forgot that he got stabbed.

“Yes. Pain”

“Oh my God, Tim. Are you crazy?” Cassie exclaimed. The last thing Tim saw was his friends’ worried faces as he fell into complete oblivion.

[dangermousie]

I was cackling like a hyena at the Hua women brawling in the street at their grandmother's funeral.

And then FL explaining herself to a conveniently gathered Greek chorus of townspeople.

ML has been missing for most of the two eps and the drama's acting level improved immeasurably. But alas, his confinement and our freedom from him are both coming to an end.

Sample of his acting:

Man bugs out his eyes so much, I think he should check his thyroid.

(He somehow did not eat or drink anything for three days of his fancy house arrest - he should be close to death thanks to no water but he looks hale and hearty. Perhaps they didn't feel like wasting make up to make him look pale at least, or it was all already used up on JJY over in In Blossom.)

PS FL found out he's the commander of the goons and is all oh, NBD, you supervised my fam's exile and had me beaten, happens to anyone, let's date. (I guess if she didn't care he lied to her for months nonstop before and worked as a line goon, to find out he lied to her about more stuff and is a head goon is a matter of mere degree and so she's consistently moronic.)

I need everyone in this drama DEAD!!!!

[aruanimess]

Hello Myrtle!

Regarding the fanfic authors ask game, what about the Armin in Liberio AU?

Fanfic Author Never Have I Ever

Hello, Anna!

I'm answering based on the assumption that you mean non-Warrior Armin in Liberio (if not, welp, sorry).

To me, an Armin in Liberio AU has one major snag: when Annie leaves for Paradis, the plot stagnates. The way I would work around that would be to have Armin sneak into the Marleyan ship that got the young Warriors to the Paradisian harbor.

Basically the story would start with your usual Armin in Liberio shenanigans: Armin and Annie meet, they become friends, he hates her dad, she in turn loves his grandpa etc. Then, Annie is chosen for the Female Titan and everything changes.

She is forced to go to battle, facing indescribable horrors every single day. She's missing for months and months on end, and when she comes back she's sullen and unapproachable (well, more so than usual).

Armin is worried. His only friend is turning into a shadow of herself, the country is constantly at war, the only option viable for Eldians who don't have an established trade within the internment zone is soldiering and Armin knows what that means (you get turned into a mindless titan and sicced on innocent civilians). So when his grandpa catches a nasty cold, which turns out not to be a cold at all but consumption, and dies, Armin is put in an impossible position.

Faced with the option of the orphanage for Eldian children (and everybody knows what's going on in there), he decides to take to the streets. He evades the social services (disguised government goons) that come to collect him and runs away. Soon, he hears talk of the Paradis mission, perhaps he's even in the crowd that waves the young titan shifters goodbye, and... well... he has nothing to lose. It's death by starvation or joining Annie. There's no question in his mind. He hides in a crate of supplies and boards the ship.

For her part, Annie is distraught with guilt. Over her deplorable actions abroad, yes, but also because she didn't pay enough attention to Armin when he needed her most. She didn't even know his grandpa had died until a week after the fact! And now Armin disappeared and is probably alone, scared and hungry, hiding in the forest or some grimy abandoned hovel. So when the Paradis mission is brought up, she takes it as a personal punishment for her failures. Her dad is asking her to come back, but she doesn't feel like she deserves it.

(In this AU Annie is more prone to questioning the morality behind her actions (even more so than in canon) bc of her friendship w Armin and the countless hours she spends with Grandpa Arlert and his books. Also, she and Pieck are more open with each other in this, again bc Annie has influences other than her dad, and the two of them can discuss their scruples to a greater extend As a matter of fact, when she withdraws from Armin she turns to Pieck, because she believes (correctly) that she will have a better understanding of her situation and will not judge her for her actions.)

Meanwhile, on the ship, Armin is hiding from the guards left and right. He manages to get off when they reach the harbor without being noticed by sneaking out during the change of shifts. He steals some supplies and starts following the group of Warriors from some distance. For a while, it goes great. Until the night Marcel decides to reveal to Reiner the truth about the decision behind the Armor.

The Warriors are clearly in samples after the revelation and Armin, amidst all the panic, takes this opportunity to reveal himself. (He's spent too long alone and afraid in this strange land filled with monsters, everything seems to be going downwards anyway, he might as well gain some company).

Annie is shocked, relieved and horrified that he'll witness all the monstrosities they're about to inflict. Bertolt is speechless and wants everyone to get along. Marcel is angry that a civilian is with them. And Reiner is shaken, insecure and ready to lash out.

They all fight. Ymir's Titan shows up. Marcel saves Reiner. Marcel dies.

After this, both Reiner and Armin blame themselves for his death. Only Armin is at an even greater disadvantage because except for Annie they all consider him a liability. So Armin tries to figure out a better plan to attack Wall Maria to prove his worth. He improves the strategy somewhat (idk how but probably sth to do with Annie NOT passing out from exhaustion).

They go forth with the Shiganshina plan. They succeed.

After the battle, Reiner begrudgingly agrees that Armin could be an asset, but in reality he's pissed off at him for getting involved and stealing his thunder. Bertolt is also somewhat hostile towards Armin as he slowly figures out that Annie has feelings for Armin, and he is therefore his rival to her affections.

On the other hand, Annie is ecstatic. Her hope for the future has returned. Now, Armin understands what she has been going through for so long and he’s here with her and more importantly alive. She wants to make quick work of the mission and return to Marley… but there’s a problem. Armin doesn’t want to return.

He’s seen the horrors, he’s even been responsible for some of them, now he wants to live in peace. There’s nothing for him to return to Marley. As far as he’s concerned his only friend is here with him. He promises to help the Warriors find the new Jaw Titan because he feels guilty over Marcel, but that’s it, he wants to be left alone in Paradis to live out the rest of his years. (He’d die in a war for Marley anyway, he might as well enjoy some years of peace.)

He tries to convince Annie to join him, but things are not as easy for her. She still has her father back home, and Pieck. Not to mention that, unlike Armin, her time is limited by the curse of Ymir. If she manages to persuade Armin to return to Marley, everyone she cares about would be in one place.

This creates a situation where they’re in a bit of a standstill. They agree to disagree for the time being and continue with the mission, both of them secretly hoping that the other will change their minds. 

Of course, as the mission goes on, they unveil more and more secrets that complicate things further. They become friends with the locals and discover that their feelings for each other are stronger than they initially suspected. They fall in love and become closer as a team (with each other but the others as well). In the end, they probably figure out a way to bridge the gaps between their conflicting desires. 

And, anyway, I gotta stop now, because I'm running the risk of starting another WIP… hahahaha… ha… 😰

[klbwriting]

The Jason Todd Anomaly

Chapter 15 - A Thank You For Saving My Stupid Ass Would Be Nice

Fandom: DC, Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: violence, swearing, the usual

Summary: Jason and YN go with Selina Kyle to S.T.A.R. Labs to try and figure out the Owls plans

Notes: I've returned to this because of the Jason Todd hole I fell into yesterday and I'm just reminded that I loved this story so much and I want to finish it. Also Lewis Tan is still my Red Hood/Jason Todd fancast. He's perfect.

Being partners with Jason was much easier than just randomly running into his on patrol. YN had joined him on most of his missions over the last several months, donning her new black and red helmet, his Red Hood symbol on the sides to show that she was his ally. It took some time to get used to but now they were a solid team, doing what the court wanted, but in the worst way possible. They had wanted Quinn’s territory taken over, so they did, but instead of giving it to the GCPD, which was fully in league with the owls at this point, Jason kept it, making it Red Hood. The court hadn’t been pleased, but they let him have it, seemingly thinking this was just some kind of tantrum he was having at being forced to join. By the time YN and Jason were breaking into S.T.A.R. Labs, which was not the mission the court wanted them doing, they were a well-oiled machine.

“You’re late,” YN said as Jason landed next to her on the roof across from S.T.A.R. Labs the same night that Selina was set to clear out Fries’s goons. YN had gotten there early; Selina having asked to speak with her before.

“I’m on time, you’re early,” he answered. “Why are you early? I tried to call you; thought we could ride over together.”

“Catwoman called me, wanted to chat before she went in,” she said. She noticed the shift in Jason’s attitude. He was normally relaxed around her, even on patrol, letting his body move with his nervous energy that he used to keep from her. Now he was frozen.

“What did she have to say?” he asked. They were both in their helmets, but she could almost see the concerned look on his face. He both loved and hated her in this world with him. She was a badass and she was on his side, she fought with him to try and actually fix the city, not just put their fingers in the dam, she understood him and that meant they sometimes didn’t even need to talk on patrols, they just did. He’d never had someone like that before and it was amazing to feel that someone had his back. He hated that she was always in danger, that she wasn’t always with him. That set met with dangerous people like Selina, like Harley, and he couldn’t always help her.

“She wanted to warn me away from you and the others. The others because the Owls are always watching and you because…because Bruce wouldn’t like what you’ve become,” she said. Jason rolled his eyes. “She also said she would leave a compound sample for us.”

“Well, that’s helpful at least,” he grumbled. “Did you see where she went into the labs?”

“She went in through that tiny ventilation hatch, I’m assuming to get the drop on them,” she said. “I am not fitting through that, and neither are you.” He chuckled a little and pointed to an upstairs window that was broken. “Ya, she threw a guy out of that one, I think maybe for us.”

“Well, let’s get inside and see was kind of shit we can find,” he said. They grappled to the window and slid inside the dark hallway. They could still hear fighting below them, so they stayed up in the rafters, watching as Catwoman worked over Fries’s crew, at least until Fries himself showed up.

“What could you possibly be doing here Cat?” Fries asked, flanked by more goons. Selina stood up, flexing her claws, feigning boredom.

“I needed somewhere to take a cat nap,” she said. YN let her head fall at how pathetic that pun was, but she heard Jason snort out a quiet laugh. She turned to look at him and then at Catwoman. She knew the stories about Batman and Catwoman and with how she spoke of Bruce they were probably true, but she didn’t consider that Selina might have been like a mother or older sister to the others. There was still a lot she didn’t know about Jason and the rest of his family.

“I’m not leaving Selina, there is work to be done here, so please go before you catch cold,” Fries said. Selina unfurled her whip, and the fight was on. It was clear after a few moments that Selina was outmatched with Fries’s reinforcements. Jason and YN looked at each other, nodding and jumping down into the fight. “Bringing your bat friends into this?” Fries yelled, firing an icy blast at Jason as his back was turned. Selina whipped around Jason’s ankle, knocking him over and out of the way of the blast. YN snarled, aiming her own gun at Fries and firing. It hit him in the protective helmet he wore and pierced it. He yelled, enraged, but fell back, leaving his cronies to do the rest while he went back to his hideout to repair the damage. The rest of the minions were easily taken down, leaving the three vigilantes standing.

“I didn’t need the help Selina,” Jason said.

“A thank you for saving my stupid ass would be nice,” Selina said, attaching her whip to her belt and retracting her claws. She started gathering anything the lab had on it that was Fries’s, leaving the Owls information. YN went to one of the computers in the room, checking out the information.

“Looks like the Owls were having Fries work for them, but they got wise and started going into business for themselves,” she said, printing the data available to them as Jason gathered a few vials of chemicals.

“You two make quite a team,” Selina said, watching the two move around each other as they cleaned out the lab. “Bruce would be glad you found someone willing to put up with you.” Jason tensed at the mention of Bruce. The air seemed to be pulled out of the room. Yes, everyone put up with Jason, he was just there as the pyscho killer that they needed to deal with because he was strong and didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. Jason, the one that no one loved, just tolerated. YN turned to Selina.

“I don’t put up with him,” she said. “I love him.” She turned back to her work, acting as if she hadn’t just said words she’d never spoken to anyone outside of her family before. But she had felt how Jason’s body tensed, could see his brain working, thinking again that he was just the ruthless powerhouse to everyone, he wasn’t a person even, just an animal acting on violent instinct. Over the past eight months since they’d met Jason had opened up to her just a couple of times about how he felt others viewed him.

They had just gotten back from clearing out more of Harley’s territory, getting the low-level freaks to either run or get arrested. Damian had joined them that night, coincidence that he was patrolling nearby. There was an argument after Jason had punched a guy off a balcony for trying to choke YN to death. He hadn’t meant to kill the guy this time, just seeing red, just like the other times he lost control. It was the first time it had happened with YN there, and Damian had lit into him about it.

“I know the urge to murder, my mother’s life is death and suffering in the name of the greater good. I want to be like my father and do better. Why could you never do that? The pit really sucked all of the soul out of you, didn’t it?” Damian had said. “You’re a shell now Jason, the only reason anyone even lets you be is because Bruce still believed in you for some reason.” He had left then, and Jason hadn’t even looked at YN, just heading off somewhere to be alone.

He had come back to the loft just before dawn to find YN sitting in bed waiting for him. Jason didn’t know what came over him honestly, but he needed her, needed to feel her with him. He needed to feel someone alive who didn’t think he was just a monster. She had accepted him without question, letting him use her however he needed. After, he held her close and felt terrible.

“Why didn’t you say no? If you said no, I wouldn’t have…” he started. She put hand to his mouth.

“Don’t start talking like that or thinking like that. You needed me, and if I ever need you like that, I expect you’ll do the same for me,” she said, removing her hand and kissing him softly. “What Damian said, is that what you think? That no one loves you? That you’re a shell?” He didn’t answer, but that was an answer. “Jason, just because you view the world differently doesn’t mean you’re a monster or a shell.”

“Pretty sure he is right though, that pit just sucked the soul out of me,” he said. He had felt like there was an empty hole in his chest ever since he came back. YN had started to fill it but now he wondered if that was just his imagination, making believe he could have someone love and care about him that way.

“You have a soul babe, it’s not as shiny as your dickwad brothers but its there, and its no less magical,” she said. Jason clung to her a little more, burying his head in her neck. “You know I don’t just tolerate you; I actually want to be around you.”

“Thank you,” he said softly.

Ever since then Jason wondered if she meant what she said that night, or if she had just said it so he would let her get some sleep. Now though, in this lab, she had just told Selina that she loved him. She didn’t just put up with him, she didn’t just want him because of his power or looks or money or because he was Red Hood, she loved him. Jason looked at Selina who looked back at him and nodded, a little smile playing on her lips.

“Don’t fuck this up like Bruce did with all his love interests,” Selina said to him before she sauntered off towards the entrance. YN came over, her bag full of reports and chemicals.

“Come on, we can talk about all this when we get back home,” she said. That was another thing, she had moved in with him just last week. He claimed it was because he was worried about the Owls not keeping their word after she had woken up one night and saw a Talon outside her window, but really, he just wanted to see if she would do it. And she had moved in without a fight, finishing out her lease and settling in with him. She didn’t only want him during patrol or in bed, but she wanted to see him when he was just lazing on the couch, eating cereal out of the box watching Chopped. She wanted to be there when he went on patrol alone, waiting up so they could debrief, and she’d patch him up. Is this what it felt like? Being loved? He didn’t really know but he hoped it was because he liked this feeling. He never wanted it to end.

[cacao-snorter]

creepypasta headcanons!1!1!!1

Aight here are some creepypasta headcanons cuz im bored

Slenderman

-his tentacles are furry and look like really long cat tails and get puffy and zig zaggy when he’s mad. -He is a father figure to the proxies but not a super good one and typically ends up seeming like an evil boss when he wants to appear as a father figure.

-There are two computers in the whole mansion that are old but work enough to search the internet and play minecraft

-Slenderman usually doesn’t leave the proxies alone when he’s going out for awhile because the one time he did, Jeff and Ben downloaded 69 bites of gay old man 🌽 on his computer and then Clockwork shat on it after. He cried when he got home.

Jeff The Killer

-I headcanon he’s vegan bc he loves animals

-absolute baby with fragile ‘masculinity’

-his friends joke about him being a republican hillbilly because he’s southern. (actually has a very slight accent too.)

-He’s friends with Nina despite knowing that she has a crush on him. He doesn’t mind. -he makes really gay jokes with ben

-Showers like once a month and smells bad. -I headcanon that he’s asexual and fairly androgynous. Doesn’t really know what he’s romantically attracted to, nor does he care.

-Wants to be friends with Jane again but knows he can’t.

-he was high on pain killers when he killed his family and Jane’s family in the same night and continued killing because he thought there would be no going back and now is afraid of drugs.

-edgy 15 year old with offensive tumblr humor

-Toby jokes about him being fat

-His favorite song is sweet dreams.

-was actually friends with Randy, Keith, and Troy. But a massive argument caused them to stop being friends and led to the whole incident.

Ben Drowned

-Doesn’t shower

-100% gay

-Can control the power in the mansion and make the lights turn off or something.

-Surpringly good with technology and doxxes people when he’s mad. He also jokingly threatened to leak Liu’s address which scared Liu half to death.

-Has a best friend trolling trio with Jeff and EJ

-His room smells bad

-owns a worn out gaming chair

Eyeless Jack

-Doesn’t actually like eating kidneys, Chernobog just makes him, but sometimes he fools Chernobog by eating kidney beans

-Gets weirded out when somebody calls him the “son of Chernobog” because he thinks it’s weird and too fancy.

-Listens to rap music

-Tried to become a rapper and used garbage YouTube beats, he made five songs that were all about fingering Otis (Bloody Painter). He also sampled an audio of Jeffrey beatboxing sweet dreams in the background of one of his songs. This same song had kazoo in the bridge

-ex zalgo goon but nobody knows but Slenderman and he’s too scared of what everyone would think if they knew.

-Extremely insecure about his face and always has his mask on. Only people who’ve seen are Jeff and Slenderman.

Ticci Toby

-Asshole with hatchets -joked about being flat earth but now thinks he might actually be flat earth

-besties with Clockwork

-Hates waffles. He hates them so much, he went into a gas station at 9pm, shoplifted a box of frozen waffles, threw them at a group of middle schoolers, and popped a cap in the cashier’s ass when he tried to stop Toby. He actually got his face on the news for this. One time, Lazari poured syrup in the vents and the mansion smelled like waffles for a whole week, Toby had constant headaches while throwing up and crying because he thought the mansion smelled so bad.

-Very quiet and always cooperative, so he’s like Slenderman’s favorite.

-bullies jeff for apparently being fat.

-literally doesn’t sleep

-Around most people he’s his canon self, that is very cold and quiet. Around his friends he’s more fanon Toby, annoying, immature, and has a weird sense of humor.

-encouraged Jeff to go full hillbilly mode and run over Offenderman with a truck.

-smells like cat pee and butter

-Always has an attitude and mad about something.

Bloody Painter

-Listened to all 5 of EJ’s soundtracks. Has the kazoo one on his Spotify playlist.

-Artistic

-Comes off as smart but says the dumbest thing every now and then.

-Scared of potatoes. He thinks they crawl around his room at night.

-Had the weird ice cream cut in middle school.

-Doesn’t wash his hands

Clockwork

-has a very stylish pixie cut.

-people often look at her clock eye to check the time.

-makes up things to be mad about

-has a Barbie doll that Sally gave her that was naked, bald, and didn’t have arms. She twisted its legs backwards and gave it prosthetic tampon arms so that it could sit on her nightstand on all fours. His name is Hector.

-shat on Slenderman’s computer

-besties with Toby. They were actually a couple once but then Clockwork found out she was lesbian and they broke it off. Now they’re best friends and both assholes and say the meanest things to each other as jokes.

-Has freckles all over her face. Like literally everywhere.

-Has vine humor

Nina The Killer

-absolute scene queen

-Jazmin Bean listener

-Has more anger issues than Jeff

-Didn’t kill her family. It was her bullies who killed her family.

-Toby hit her with a shoe and then chased her around the mansion to hit her with the shoe more.

-“I’m not like other girls” mindset.

-actually very sweet when she’s not mad

-dyes the streak in her hair a different color every month

(Part 2?)

[scotianostra]

29th August 1999 saw the death of Lew Schwarz, the Scottish TV scriptwriter.

Lew was born in Glasgow on April 16th, 1926, the son of an optician, and educated at the St Aloysius Jesuit College, graduating to the Holyrood Secondary Modern School.

On leaving school he took a job at the Clyde shipyards as a riveter. In 1944 he joined the RAF as a flight engineer and flew Lancaster bombers over Germany. After the war he returned to Scotland, furthering his education at Glasgow University before moving to London in the 1950s. There he took on a job as a taxi driver, married Margaret Glen of Airdrie, and in due time fathered three sons and two daughters.

It was while driving his taxi that Schwarz sold his first few comedy gags. Always a fan of radio-show comedy, he sent his samples to Richard Murdoch, then starring with Kenneth Horne in Much Binding In The Marsh, The Forces Show, and other prominent BBC series. Murdoch bought them, thus starting Schwarz on a career which would soon spread from spare time to full time.

It was through his taxi-driving that Schwarz encountered Spike Milligan, writer and star of The Goon Show. They got to chatting about comedy and Milligan invited Schwarz to come up to the office he and some writer friends used as a base. This was situated over a greengrocer's shop in Shepherd's Bush, not far from the BBC Television studios. Schwarz was delighted to meet Milligan's partners in laughter: Eric Sykes, Johnny Speight, Ray Galton, and Alan Simpson, all great names in comedy creation

Joining the group as a gag writer, Schwarz was taken on as a partner by another big name in comedy, Eric Merriman. Together they wrote their first TV series, Great Scott - It's Maynard! This starred two popular stand-up comedians, Terry Scott, who frequently played an overgrown schoolboy, and Bill Maynard, not yet the chunky character he would become. The show mixed short sketches with situation comedy, aThe Charlie Drake Shownd was a great success. In the 50′s he also wrote episodes of

Lew went on to write a host of other shows, The Army Game, Mess Mates and The Dick Emery Show in the 60′s as well as scripting 3 episodes of The Andy Stewart Show.

In the 70′s he wrote scripts for Harry Secombe, Dave Allen and Norman Wisdom, as well as writing for Carry on Laughing and the popular sitcom The Liver Birds, which Schwarz originated with Carla Lane. Schwartz also penned some mainstream drama like Crown Court, Crossroads and an episode of Space;1999.

Closing his comedy career teaching creative writing at an adult educational college, Schwarz wrote a book, The Craft of Writing TV comedy. He summed up his career thus: ''Writing comedy for television is a very serious business.''

[britts-galaxy-brain]

If you wanted to know what happened in the Lio Convoy and Hopeless peaches situation, Watch the live stream titled "The FCK Stream Part One" on lakamokolaka. (It seems to be the best in gathering updated information of the grooming situation)

To summary the entire situation, there a person named to Toasty (later called Ruby) ran a discord server filled with minors, the youngest being 15. Toasty and many commentators (Hopeless peaches, Miss ZiZi, Fushiabutter, Nezziemonster, and Madlibbs) would groom said minors on the server. They would encourage the minors to draw nsfw artworks, sent them nsfw artworks, or talk about sexual things. Hopeless peaches were grooming and said sexual things to a 15-year-old. They would also talk about their boyfriend's dick in the chat. Miss Zizi was openly talked about how fun being racist is, sent pics of her thighs to a minor after goading the minor to send theirs, and drew nsfw artwork of their persona. Dumbville, a friend of Fushiabutter, knew about the situation and did nothing about it since he is friend of Fushiabutter. Many members of the Senate, including Lumos and Lio Convoy, knew about it and kept quiet about for FOUR YEARS.

When Crystalflame (ex-member of the senate) heard what peaches has done, Crystalflame tries to confront both Lio Convoy and Hopeless peaches about the situation and believed that people need to know what they have done. Lio Convoy and other members instead try to protect Hopeless Peaches. Lio Convoy even made a video calling out Crystalflame. Akumu, a minor at the time and ex-member of the senate, would be the whistleblower of the grooming situation. He would spend months gathering evidence, chats, and audio recordings of the situation and the corruption of the senate. Lio Convoy and members were frightened by this which is why he was kicked out. Fushiabutter made a video involving inappropriate insults towards Akumu when he was a minor, which is weird for her to do since she is one of the groomers involved.

Akumu later on released a video titled "The FCK Server: Dengerate Art Hugbox" where he goes over all the chats and images found in the grooming discord and names of the commentators that have done the grooming. In response, Lio Convoy created a video. In his video, he lied about how Peaches didn't know the minor age (Peaches did knew the minor's age), how they were groomed at the time which affected their judgement (Doesn't changed the fact Peaches groomed someone), the responsibility should be on toasty (If that is the case, why didn't Lio Convoy do a video on Toasty four years ago), and Akumu is lying (without providing evidences). Doodletunes, one of Lio Convoy's friends, is also producing video to protect Hopeless Peaches as well and said that Akumu is lying as well (without providing evidence). Akumu would made responses videos to both Lio Convoy and Hopeless Peaches and include audio samples of the corruptions of the Senate being displayed. A few corrupted members that are included was Queen Serafina and Ponder Sprocket.

Hopeless Peaches, who was protected by Lio Convoy and his goons, decided to throw under the bus by creating the google docs. They did so to have all the hate towards him while avoid the consequences of their action. The doc explains who corrupted and manipulative Lio convoy was and how creepy he is. In detail, Lio Convoy created a family comprised of him as the father and many AFABs from the internet as his adopted children. One of them was Hopeless Peaches. The doc included audio leaked without the groom victim's permission. This caused Crystalflame to create in response.

Omni and their ex-partner Kei wes (two terrible people) released audio leaks of the senate berating a heavily disability woman with autism. Coyotelovely and Zaid Magenta was few of the corrupted members. Coyotelovely is celebrating the downfall of the senate despite being roommates with Zrcalo, a pedo zoo sadist.

There are probably more names involved but we still don't who they are and what role they had played. Also, we don't know the names of all the members of the senate.

...I encourage anyone reading this to do their own research. That being said...

Jesus H fucking christ....

[guys-in-distress-database]

Top 15 GID Scenes: Banana Fish Episode 4

So I'm not going to do this in any particular order. I'm just gonna go through my personal favourite scenes and why I like them! Without further ado...

Banana Fish is one of those series where you're just certain that the writer had a bondage kink. It's a 24 episode series and over half of the episodes have a bondage scene. I could honestly put so many of them in my top 15 favourite scenes, but if I had to choose one, it's Eiji in episode 4: This Side of Paradise.

Eiji is sent by Ash, who has been arrested for a murder he didn't commit, to collect a sample of the titular "Banana Fish" drug from Ash's doctor friend. Eiji, who was being followed, finds that Arthur and his goons have infiltrated the clinic and is taken captive. They tie him up and interrogate him about what he was doing. After he talks to save a hostage, the thugs plan to take Eiji back to Dino, their boss, so he can have his way with him and hurt Ash in the process. Before they can do this, Eiji is saved by the intervention of Ash's older brother, Griffin, a patient of the doctor's, and Shorter Wong. Although Griffin is killed, Shorter manages to drive Arthur away and rescue Eiji.

Temporarily, at least hehe.

I love this scene. It checks so many boxes for me. Manhandling, threatening, psychological torment, panic, an extended shot of Eiji's bound hands, last minute rescue. Eiji's jacket hanging off one shoulder (which is actually a nod to the manga). It's one of my favourite anime scenes.

I also love episode 9, because it has so many scenes, but none of them are particularly long and the restraints and scenarios don't hit quite as hard as this one for me.