#second star to the right and straight on till morning

[thecreativemillennial]

This was actually the most beautiful death scene that I've ever seen. When you see neverland revealed in their own home, in a sense, it represents that sylvia llewelyn Davies is about to die and er entering neverland by herself represents her passing on into the afterlife. A truly bittersweet ending to a fantastic movie

[soleilpirate]

WAIT

If Alpha Centauri is a double planet system

And the way to Neverland is "second star to the right, and straight on till midnight....

Then Alpha Centauri is the way to Neverland!?

[danicalithegirl]

Probably one of the coolest and most involved physical project I've done in a while. So excited to finally be able to share it online.

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[prettysuper]

@reddrakebird:

If there was one thing Conner Kent could put his mind to - it was sulking. If there was a world record for the number of days spent wallowing in self-pity, Kon was fairly certain he could win it outright out of sheer stubbornness. During the disaster in Metropolis, Kon had spent the entire day rescuing people from the destruction of his own rage manifested. Finally, Kal had placed his hand on his back and told him to go home. But where was home? Kon didn't know anymore. He was starting to doubt everything all over again. Hurt tugged at his heartstrings like a grappling claw from an arcade machine. Humiliation crawled up the back of his throat. Stupid boy. He spent the next several days on the moon, wanting to isolate himself from everything and everyone, lost in self-deprecating thoughts. But there it was safe to kick at the dust, pull off his shades and just yell; eyes heating up as he shot heat-vision far off into space. Screaming where nobody could hear you. It was ugly. It was lonely. But most of all it was cathartic. Memories replayed in his head; those blue saddened eyes haunting him 384,400 km away. Eventually, he had to go back to the farm. Ma would worry about him. Ma worried about everyone. And sooner or later, Krypto would track him down and then he'd have to deal with talking to Kal about his feelings. Hard pass. Kon eventually headed down to the Kent farm, spending lunch with Ma reassuring her that he'd be fine - just on a mission with his friends. It was a white lie, and one he wasn't sure she entirely bought but she didn't probe further and he appreciated that. Eventually, he got out his phone to check on Bart. That's when the number of missed calls and messages hit him; a perfect twenty. How very like Tim. His stomach wavered as he clicked on the notification, scrolling up to read from the top. At first his eyes rolled, breath hardened as Tim asked if he was okay, then a few messages later if he wanted to talk. But the more he scrolled, the more he felt his chest tighten until eventually he crumbled and messaged the other man a simple, short text back. He busied himself helping out the farm with iits chores the rest of that afternoon before heading inside to grab a shower in he early evening. Taking the time to wash the grime off his skin, Kon got out (this time with a towel wrapped around his waist), heading to Kal's old room, which had temporarily become his when the Kents unofficially adopted him. He pulled out a fresh costume and grabbed his jacket, fixing his hair in the mirror, before doing up his boots and belt and sticking his shades securely onto his face. He got to the studio in Bludhaven deliberately a minute late just to keep Tim sweating. Hovering outside Timothy's window, Kon tapped a rare and gentle knock on the glass as he floated in the air outside, waiting for permission to come in. In his other hand, he held a small box of glazed doughnuts, picked up on the way there.

He waited for Timothy to open it, before passing him the box and slipping inside, careful not to bang his head on the window frame.

"Hey." He mumbled awkwardly; no hint of anger or malice left in his voice. He'd already exhausted that harshly into space. His face saddened at the visible darkened circles underneath the smaller man's eyes and the sunken in cheeks beneath them. "Long week, no sleep huh?"

[tylatootles]

closed starter for @lostgirlwendy location: engagement party

From practically the moment that she and the rest of the lost boys had entered the party, Tyla’s eyes had immediately gone to Wendy. In part because she hadn’t even fully realized the girl was going to be here tonight, though it made sense considering her friendship with the bride to be. But when she hadn’t been a part of the group crashing with them all, she had simply assumed neither of the other girls in their circle were coming. Turns out that assumption had been wrong on both counts, but it wasn’t a surprise that Tink was avoiding them. Wendy on the other hand, that she hadn’t seen coming. Though it was all explained as soon as she took notice of the almost intimidatingly tall boy the brunette was here with. Phil, if she remembered the name correctly - the other guy that seemed to have managed to catch a certain Darling girl’s attention. Which honestly, Tootles couldn’t help but think of as being quite the good for her moment. Not that she didn’t adore Peter with all her heart - but as a romantic option? Well, she’d always struggled to understand what other girls saw in him in that regard.

It took a few hours before Wendy was finally alone, having just been with Peter until the boy walked off, and Tyla was quick to take the opportunity to swoop in. Wrapping an arm around the brunette’s she couldn’t keep the giddiness off of her face. Nor did she even bother trying to. This was the first time the two have ever had a chance to gossip about relationships in any way that’s actually excited the blonde, and she was ready to hear everything. “Your date isn’t going to like stomp me if I steal you away a bit longer, will he? Because I fear he legitimately could, if he wanted to. That boy is tall, Wendy. Where did you even find him?” The line of questioning was all in jest, hoping to start out with some fun, light teasing to get Wendy more comfortable before diving into the real heart of the matter.

[geeky-grace-elyse]

I’ve started an Instagram account to share my Cricut / craft projects if anyone is interested in checking it out it’s Typescript_Trinkets 😊

[thexzoomxcatx]

I watched Star Trek VI for the first time last night and I'm unexpectedly emotional about it. I've been enjoying TOS and all of the movies, but it hasn't gripped my heart like Enterprise did. I was just looking forward to checking this off the list so we could move on to TNG but...damn, this movie hit me so hard in the chest that I can't breathe.

Happy tears, sad tears. I'm gone through so much with this crew and it hit me that besides Generations, this is it. I love this crew and I'm going to miss them as I move forward along the timeline.

This is my favorite out of the original Star Trek movies and I can't exactly articulate why. All I can say is that I freakin' love Star Trek so much!

Captain’s Log, Stardate 9529.1 . This is the final cruise of the Starship Enterprise under my command. This ship and her history will shortly become the care of another crew. To them and their posterity will we commit our future. They will continue the voyages we have begun, and journey to all the undiscovered countries, boldly going where no man… Where no one has gone before.

Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991) directed by Nicholas Meyer

[tinkerbcll]

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[marcsburnerphone]

And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: that captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: some awkward moments but nothing crazy.

part 1 - Part two!!! - part 3 - part 4

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You indeed did not see John price the next morning but what you did see was a handwritten note stuck to the fridge beneath a magnet.

“Good morning, as I mentioned my job is demanding. I’m not sure how long I'll be gone for but I can estimate at least a month. If you need me, my phone number is below along with my check for this month's rent and the next. - John price”

You reach for the envelope that is attached behind the note and pull it open and what the fuck. You knew he had to have money but in what world would someone pay this much rent for a house with a roommate? You immediately grab your own checkbook and write him for the amount that’s overpaid, making a mental note to make sure you give it to him.

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Weeks pass slowly and life goes on as it did before. The only difference is you're no longer struggling to make ends meet. So to celebrate your success you order that 6 foot canvas you’d been wanting for ages and a new oil paint.

When you got the notification that it had arrived, thank god for two day shipping, you squealed and ran to grab it before the mailman even walked away. He offered to help you as he watched you give it a bear hug and waddle it through your door yelling out a meek ‘no Thankyou’. You dragged it down the hallway and into the sunroom resting it up against the wall. Ripping the clear plastic film off of new canvases comes in third place to the best things in life.

Sitting in the sun that evening you stroke deep blue oil paints that try their best to replicate ocean waters, and white specks that wish they could induce the same feelings stars do.

You’ve been at this same painting for 3 weeks, coming home and straight to it. Now that it’s finally done it sits sunbathing till it dries. You still visit it and admire its larger than life beauty.

John’s been gone for 1 month and 3 weeks now and in that time some problems have arisen, 1. The faucet in the kitchen leaks and below it the pipe also leaks and the only plumber that’s willing to drive out to your house and inspect it says he won’t be available for another week which means the water bill will sky rocketing till then. And 2. you have no idea where the huge painting will go.

You walk around wondering where to place it. You thought maybe the living room, or even in your room but after testing both those places it still didn’t look right. You can only think of one other place which is the hallway to John’s room. Of course that spot is perfect, maybe he wouldn’t notice since he only spent one night here. You grabbed the drill and got to work mounting it immediately. Once all was said and done you gave it a once over, smiled, snapped a picture of it to send to your sister and walked away.

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John arrived back exactly at the two month mark early in the AM. He opened the house door as quietly as possible and removed his boots by the door to avoid the creaking wood of the floor and continued sluggishly hauling his bag to his room. Being the man he is, he notices everything, those watchful eyes of his never miss a detail so he does indeed notice and take a second to admire the newly found painting hung in front of his bedroom door before unlocking it to set his stuff down.

After a much needed and appreciated shower he reads the clock at 7AM thinking he can sleep for a little, that is of course until he hears a knock at the door. Making his way down the hall he peeps through the window and sees a handyman?

“Good morning sir, how can I help you?” He says opening the door.

“Good morning, your wife called for a leaking pipe, told her I’d come by sometime today.” He looks down the hall towards your room and confirms the fact that you're definitely still very well asleep.

“My wife? Oh yes my wife, that lady I could’ve sworn I told her to cancel this appointment we actually got it all sorted out.” He lies like it's second nature.

“I actually charge a late cancellation fee that must be paid upfront.” He inquires slightly annoyed.

“How much?” John replies feeling sorry for this man that drove out here and is now being sent away.

“100$ flat.” John shuts the door and quickly fetches his wallet from the pocket of his cargo pants and returns with two bills one for the inconvenience and sends the man on his way.

Sleep can wait.

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You wake up to the sound of clanking in the kitchen and as a woman that technically lives alone in the middle of the forest you're terrified.

Grabbing the bat beside your bed still fully dressed in the least threatening attire, you tiptoe to the source of the noise and breathe out the strongest sigh of relief ever known to man.

“Jesus Christ John you scared me, what’re you doing?” You loudly admit startling him in return.

“Fixing this pipe that you called an overpriced handyman for.” You stare at him subconsciously admiring the way he looks, slightly disheveled, face screwed in concentration and strong hands twisting the wrench in his hand and let’s not mention the rise of his shirt.

“You okay?” He says removing himself from under the sink leaning back on his knees to stare up at you.

“Yeah, yes I’m so sorry, um so where did the handy man go?” He stands with a grunt and leans his back against the counter.

“On his merry way.” He replies, turning around to turn the faucet on checking if it leaks, then off to see if it still drips and as he expects, it does neither.

“How much do I owe you for the late cancellation fee?” That man has handled your plumbing issues before and you’ve definitely canceled late more than once.

“Technically you didn’t cancel on him, I did so don’t worry.” He says picking his tools up off the ground placing them messily into the tool box.

“Well Thank You.” You say awkwardly.

“Of course.” He smiles making the dimples beneath his beard awfully noticeable.

“Oh and by the way your rent is only two thousand five hundred a month.” You say walking to the kitchen drawer beside him and pulling out a check that’s already filled out and handing it to him.

“Utilities included?” He asks, grabbing the check written out for three thousand and also taking in notice that same scent that clung to those sheets you made his bed with weeks ago as you sweep by.

“Yeah I don’t mind paying more cause I mean look around, this place has my style written all over it which makes it feel more like mine than yours.” He looks baffled at your reasoning.

“I actually like the decorations, not sure I’d change a thing about it.” You laugh at what has to be a lie.

“I doubt it.” You chuckle and slightly blush at his kindness.

“No I'm serious, I especially love that painting in the hallway, where’d you get it?” You seem surprised at the mention of it and even more flattered at the compliment.

“I actually painted it.” He gives you a surprised look.

“See you’re even hand painting the art, please I can afford much more than twenty five hundred.” You act like you're considering it for a moment.

“As much as I’d appreciate it, I'm already grateful for what you pay.” You say truthfully.

“Also, welcome home.” You quip before turning around walking back towards your room to get ready for the day

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John’s been home for nearly two weeks now and he’s slightly growing on you and you on him. You co-exist in harmony most times. That doesn’t mean the two of you still don’t clash from time to time.

“Good morning.” He says scrambling eggs in a pan as you walk into the kitchen reaching in the cabinet for a coffee mug.

“Morning to you too.” You say groggily, setting your feet flat on the ground and placing the cup on the counter, reaching for the pot to pour some coffee.

“If I can just- oh I’m so sorry.” He says accidentally bumping into you making the coffee spill on the counter.

“Oh no don’t worry about it, I can just clean it.” You say turning around quickly to go grab paper towels and end up accidentally running into his chest.

He grabs your shoulders to hold you in place and let your brain catch up with the speed of events.

“We will learn to both be in the kitchen together someday.” You affirm with a laugh that makes you feel alive.

“Hey the first week this happened almost everyday. If anything this is a huge improvement.” He jokingly abides.

“True.” You say as he turns around handing you the kitchen towel to clean it up. He watches you with amused eyes and a smile that still hasn’t left either of your faces and for a second something alights in John something that scares him so bad he doesn’t hear a thing you’re saying.

“John, I said did you sleep well?” You speak a bit louder, snapping him out of it.

“Yeah darling sorry I’m just going to take this to my office. I've got some work to cover.” He says hurriedly plating his food and scurrying off.

“Okay well I’ll be heading to work soon.” He doesn’t even let you finish before closing the door leaving you to stand there a little stumped.

“So I’ll assume he didn’t sleep well.” You say to yourself before pouring another cup and heading to your room to get changed.

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@quakeroaksguy

@waves-against-a-cliff

@depressed-but-make-it-cute

[aliwritex]

Can I request protective Oscar which leads to her thinking he’s super hot like that and then that leads to smut please?

here it is, sorry for the wait babes F1masterlist

it was the little things

the way he never let you walk on the outside of the side walk

the way he would rest his hands on the curve of your back, right above your ass, anytime you were in a room full of people or a crowd you had to walk through

But that night specially it was all too hot. Lando had convinced your boyfriend to go clubbing with him after their podium. In reality all he wanted to do was go back to his hotel and maybe have the laziest, most intimate love making session with you. But you encouraged him to go out, it was his first podium in formula one and you felt full with pride, he had to celebrate it the right way.

So after the race you went back to the hotel and got ready to go out. Oscar looked unbelievably hot, it was the most boring outfit you could think of, for sure, but your boyfriend pulled it off perfectly. The black tshirt so tight on his arm, same with his jeans, they weren’t even supposed to be skinny but his thighs had gotten thicker and looked like they were about to burst out of those pants. The watch around his wrist, the chain you had gifted him at the beginning of the season adorning his neck and his cologne, god, that fucking cologne was intoxicating.

He was thrown on the bed, open like a starfish as he waited for you to get ready. You came out of the bathroom with a more casual than not outfit. Black mini skirt, white top and black boots, the star of the show being a vintage Mclaren jacket that Oscar would probably have to hold all night.

“Ready?” you asked as he sat up on the edge of the bed, groaning. “Come on, baby, it’s your first f1 podium, you can’t just stay in and do nothing.” you explained, combing your nails through his hair, trying to get it to sit right.

“I wasn’t gonna do nothing, i was gonna do you” he hugged your waist, cheek pressed to your stomach.

“You can do me every day, but tonight i already promised Lando we would be there.” your boyfriend dropped his head in defeat, knowing damn well that the next morning his teammate won’t even know if he was there or not.

None of you were very fond of clubbing, not really knowing what to do. You danced for a bit as oscar talked to his coworkers that were there. The way you swayed your hips pulling different pairs of eyes to watch you. It was Lando that noticed and told him that you were causing a scene. He called you over with a motion of his finger, you obeyed blindly, walking over to him.

“Everything alright, baby?” you asked as he hugged you tightly to his side, the hand that held your jacket moving to discreetly cover some of your ass.

“Yep, perfect” he nodded, taking a sip of his beer before starting to talk to his teammate again. you couldn’t help but stare every time he took the glass bottle to his lips, the way they puckered up against the brim and how his arm flexed when he lifted it. “Want some?” he asked when he realized you were staring.

You nodded, holding your hand out for the bottle but it never met you, instead he took it straight to your lips tipping it so the liquid met your tongue. You drank it till he pulled away, trying not to make a mess but some of it dribbled down your chin anyway. He looked down at you swiping his thumb on the spilt alcohol and kissing you. He was putting on a show for everyone to see. Lando downed the drink the had in his hands with a chuckle before excusing himself to get another one. The second his colleague walked behind you he stretched his arm out, pulling him by the arm.

“Don’t you look, either” he threw his hands up in irony and Oscar started basically burning up, his hand lowering so the jacket would cover more of your legs.

“Don’t be mean” you told him as you threw your arms over his shoulder, his rested on your hips, hands holding your jacket and his beer, too busy to roam around your ass.

“I’m not. It’s just that, everyone was staring. I swear i saw a pit guy look you up and down, he must know who you are, right?”

“Oscar, even though this is extremely amusing and hot, you have to let it go, it’s alright.”

“Hot?” he teased

“Well, yeah, being all manly and jealous and possessive. It’s kinda hot.” you explained before starting to kiss on his neck, each mole of his receiving a peck. “Can we go back to the hotel?”

“Yes, please. Just gotta say bye, c’mon” he pulled you through the small crowd till you met Lando and some other coworkers of his. You two said your goodbyes and walked out of the place, waiting for his car. You got in so quickly after he opened the door for you, waiting impatiently to get back to your room.

His hand was on your thigh the entire ride, getting higher and higher, your skirt doing very little to stop it. You couldn’t take your eyes off his hand gripping tight on the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched making it look sharper. The anticipation was killing you but luckily you were finally in front of the hotel. Oscar rushed out of the car to open the door for you and get you out of the car and into the lobby. Because of the late hour the elevator got to you quickly and you stumbled in, his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close.

As soon as the elevator doors closed you pulled him in by the colar of his shirt your arms wrapped around his neck, hands hanging loosely behind him as he kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He was fighting the urge to not grind his hips against you just yet but it was hard when you started kissing down his neck and running your nails on his scalp.

“Oscar” you called “Oscar, we’re here” you pushed him off of you, taking him by the hand and walking to your room. You reached into his back pocket to grab the keycard and open the door, immediately kicking it shut and making him sit on the couch.

You got on your knees immediately, taking off your shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. You could see his outline in them as he lifted his hips to help you. Your lips connected to his thigh, kissing all the way up to the wet patch on his underwear, his dick growing even harder inside it.

“Don’t fucking tease, get to it” he rushed you, hand running through your hair.

Your fingers made their way to his waistband, pulling it under his dick. You watched as it basically bounced against his stomach before kissing the tip. As you looked up you saw that he was getting impatient so you spit down on the head, watching it drip down the side of his length before spreading it around him with your palm. He was watching you, following your moves closely, anticipating but the moment you took his tip into your mouth he threw his head back, closing his eyes tightly.

Oscar’s hand gripped tighter, the other one collecting the rest of your hair, pulling it into a ponytail. As he recovered himself from the first contact with your mouth he lifted his head up, admiring the way your mouth stretched around him.

“Fuck my mouth, baby, please” you asked with him in your hand, leaving your mouth open for him.

He fixed the hand on your head and pushed you down slightly on his dick till your nose gif the hairs on his groin. His hand held you there for a while before pulling off completely. You were already a mess, lips red and plump covered in saliva, small strands of your hair stuck to your face and you had been sitting on your ankles, grinding against them to get the slightest feeling of relief.

Oscar kicked your knees apart, placing his leg between them, he immediately pressed it up onto you. You let out a groan but it was cut short by the way your boyfriend shoved your mouth down on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, so perfect, your mouth is. Always feels so good” he praised as he aggressively pulled your head up and down his dick.

His thrusts had gotten more aggressive making you gag around him but you were so satisfied. After the little show he putt on earlier all you wanted was to be manhandled and it was exactly what he was giving you. You had started bouncing in his foot shamelessly and he was loving the view, your tits bouncing slightly and tears now falling from the corner of your eyes.

“‘M close, love, gonna cum in your mouth, yeah?”

He pulled you away, making you keep only his tip in your mouth, you sucked the hardest, tongue sliding against his slit repeatedly till he spilt in your mouth. Oscar groaned, throwing his head back as you sucked every last bit of cum out of him before it was all too much and he pulled you off him.

“That’s a way to celebrate a podium” you said before dropping your head to his thigh, completely used up.

[thetruekyle]

—The little death... Sex coma'ed, if you will.

[prettysuper]

@reddrakebird : A Second Chance (Set minutes after Kon's return to the current timeline where he is presumed dead.)

Part of him had always romanticised death; longing for it's slender bony fingers to expire him from existence. The reality however, hadn't been on his agenda for a long time - almost given up on the concept, convinced he was unbeatable, until of course, he'd been proving woefully wrong by no one other than an alternate version of himself. Now wasn't that ironic? He might as well have committed suicide. But Kon hadn't been trying to die that fateful night. Simply save the universe from himself. The same way he always had. Unfortunately, whatever romantic notions he'd had of non-existing weren't nearly as exciting as he'd anticipated. There was no afterlife. Being brought back had taken just over a thousand years, and boy had it been a long millenium. He'd spent his time flickering between dreams of bright blue sad eyes and dark brown hair wrapped in his fingertips, only to be rudely awoken by a man who claimed to have resurrected him. After helping defeat himself once again, Kon was only too glad to be transported back to the current timeline - unaware that he'd still been dead to his friends and family for an entire year. His first point of call probably should have been to check on Cassie but it was Tim's heartbeat Kon found himself searching for; those memories of the dreams that he'd found himself lost in during his recovery, resurfacing the moment he felt his boots hit the ground. Listening out for it, he could hear that signature beat heightened - not irregularly, just enough to be combat territory. Seeing as darkness enveloped the Kent farm, it made sense that Robin would be on patrol. Without thinking, he flew up into the darkness and honed in on that heartbeat - soaring to the other man's destination within seconds - just on time to catch a spray of bullets meant for the other man with his telekinesis. Their metal casings dropped to the ground, when Superboy stepped in front of Robin's current target, his back to the adversary as he looked at the other man in the whites of his domino mask and asked far too casually, "Hey Boy Blunder! Miss me? Caus, I'm sure glad that missed you." Kon teased, completely ignorant of how his sudden reappearance could be a shock to the other. It'd only been a few hours right?

[tylatootles]

closed starter for @samtwinduke location: university library

Dropping down into the empty seat across from Sam, her bag made a thud as it hit the table in front of her. “Remind me again why we thought college was so great?” she questions with a sigh, even though she already knows the answer. Still, at times a reminder of how important their degrees will be in the long run of things made the workload seem a bit more manageable. Or at least it did for Tyla. Maybe the other boy wouldn’t quite feel the same way, considering he was still technically an undeclared major - something that she knew needed to be changed soon. “How are your classes going, by the way? What kind of line up do you got going this semester?” It was a genuine question that she had been meaning to ask, out of simple curiosity, but now she couldn’t help but also poke at trying to figure out where he stood. It was his junior year after all and if he wanted to graduate on time, fully under his scholarship, he’d need to make a decision like before the next semester. Not that Tootles was going to push him on all that, not yet at least, knowing how hard it can be a choice like this. It was part of why she herself was studying so many subjects - but not everyone had the same luxury of all their schooling being already paid for.

[spirk-trek]

"Course heading, Captain?" "Second star to the right, and straight on till morning."

--Captain's log, stardate 9529.1. This is the final cruise of the Starship Enterprise under my command. This ship and her history will shortly become the care of another crew. To them and their posterity, will we commit our future. They will continue the voyages we have begun and journey to all the undiscovered countries, boldly going where no man, where no one... has gone before--

[prettysuper]

Kon kept quiet the entire ride there, feeling confusion hit him as it slowly dawned on him where they were headed. Metropolis? Why there? The Tower? It just got more confusing. Why didn't he ask Kon to just fly them there? He could have been there within minutes. He followed Timothy's lead, uncharacteristically quiet, trying to give the other man breathing space to get whatever it was he needed to off his chest.

"Oh, Tim-" Kon began upon hearing about Bart's death, having been completely clueless, only to close his mouth again, as Timothy asked for him to just listen. Listen, right. He could do that. That's what friends did. They listened to each other. Kon reached forward to take his hand, only for Timothy to pull his fingers away and hold his hand up in a 'wait' gesture. Shit, there's more? Kon swallowed hard, already wondering what it had cost Tim. Had he spilt blood? A frown began to crease his lips. It seemed like each level the elevator sank, the more his heart followed it.

Still he kept his silence; even if it was agony listening to Tim replay his grief, being unable to touch him, unable to hold him close and reassure him, with the whisper of 'I don't care what you did, I'm here now'. But then Tim said it wasn't his first attempt to save him. And he could feel, as well as hear glass crunching beneath their feet. Superhuman eyes adjusted quickly as they went down the stairs, taking in the scene he'd seen previously played out in one of Timothy's dreams. A cold laboratory -similar to the one he grew up in - only this time it was broken and fallen into almost disrepair; mingled with Timothy's words of 'trying to create' him, it didn't take a super-genius to figure out what had happened here. Kon felt himself grow sick, horror creeping over his features as he felt his world begin to crumble apart. Timothy had attempted to clone him. A wave of stupidity rushed over him - he'd always thought the other man saw him as something more than that, something human, someone irreplaceable. But here he was, face to face with the fact that Timothy had seen him just as interchangeable as Lex and everybody else. A series of cells, a genetic sequence and nothing else. Eyes heating up, it took all of Kon's energy to focus on not shooting lasers. "Don't." His voice growled, curled with an underlying rage that was building inside his body like a crescendo. "I don't want to HEAR-"

But before he had the chance to finish his sentence, the ground shook violently; his subconscious at it's limit, telekinesis tearing a fault line across the entire city. Realising the sound of the building beginning to collapse, brick by brick - Superboy did the only thing he knew how. He grabbed Tim by the wrist - no longer caring or having the time to be gentle and flew upwards; laser eyes burning through the debris as it began to fall ontop of them. As soon as they were above ground, Superboy darted to the side taking Tim just clear of the zone of the crushing fall out. He let him go, perhaps a touch too harshly, Tim's body skidding across the ground from the speed. "Make yourself useful or get out of here!" Kon snarled as aftershocks of the Earthquake he'd accidentally created still rippled the ground. No time for self-pity right now. Kon zoomed into the distance, immediately headed for the nearest high-rise to help rescue civilians caught in the crossfire of his emotions. That was the last Tim would see of him, except for the zipping of helping civilians to safety, throughout the next several hours as a city-wide search began amongst the buildings worst hit, looking for survivors. If Tim stayed to help, Superboy wouldn't intervene but he wouldn't be returning to that studio. He'd refuse to so much as look him in the eye whenever their paths crossed, zooming back into the sky before Tim had the chance to try and grab his attention again.

Settled on the stool, his plate was being assembled when Kon-El floated over and sat on his lap, a grunt given at the weight of that lovely rear settling in his lap. Arms had pulled up, suddenly wrapping around Kon-El to reach his plate of food and manually cut his eggs up around Kon-El’s body. It was torture, Timothy promised himself today would not become physical until he did what he had to, but the temptation of bare flesh was hard to resist. Just when he thought he had control and shoved a fork into his own mouth as Kon-El TK, fed himself, that face leaned forward once his bite as swallowed to press lips to Kon-El’s shoulder as the hand around his back shifted to stroke up that spine, loving how firm it was yet it gave a small bow at the touches.

His breakfast was consumed faster, leaving the hand that had been freed to stroke across those thighs, tempted to slid between Kon-El’s legs and touch him one more time, just for his own memory incase this went bad. He hesitated, the hand having worked its way up that thigh only to pause and shift to grab his outer thigh so he could pull him closer, lips once more to that shoulder, then neck as Kon-El rubbed the back of his nape where all that tension rested. 

One parted, Timothy did up the dishes quickly then got dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with no emblem and his own boots as he knew what would be waiting there. ‘I need to take my bike.” In case you leave me. “Want to ride with me or will you fly behind?” 

Despite the ache in his chest as anxiety built a soft smile was forced when Kon-El said he would ride with him, also keeping them low-key as they went through the streets of Bludhaven. He slipped his black helmet on and secured it as one leg lifted to climb the bike, a foot kicking up the stool before it shifted to the gear where it struck hard, sending the engine to life. He waited for Kon- El to sit behind him and wrap those arms around his middle, no helmet to offer but knowing the man could protect himself if they crashed. The other foot rose as they eased forward and into the main lane.

The streets were less crowded as more people had already settled into work for the day. Timothy did have classes later, but they would have to wait until they had to be done. It was his only chance to do so for a while. It took thirty-two minutes to get to the Titan Tower at Metropolis. That time was used with one hand over Kon-El’s, holding it tight to his chest as he begged mentally for the man behind him to understand, to forgive him. 

They had to go around back so no civilians saw Timothy enter, the helmet remained until they were inside the tower but instead of going up, they went down. As it began to move, his helmet was removed, a hand going through that messy hair as eyes found Kon-El. “This is not going to be easy for either of us. I am not showing you this lightly. You wanted to know what happened to us during the time you were gone and the truth is, we crumbled. Bart was killed not long after, Cassie found her own ways to cope though they would not be considered healthy and I.. Conner,  shit. This is harder than I thought it would be.” His eyes fell, looking to the metal floor as the levels dinged away. “Just give me a minute to get this out and listen, please.”

“Thought I had all the answers as I always do and used my intelligence for selfish needs. I went to Ra's al Ghul for a while. It was stupid, but he promised me that I could overcome death. Your death, to be more specific. I knew what the Lazarus pit would do for you; it had brought back a few before. It cost me, as the deal with a devil always does.”  Timothy would not go into details about what Ra’s attempted to take for his bloodline because this was not about Timothy. It was about Kon-El.

And that was after the failed attempts. The story was backward as the elevator doors dinged. They had one more level to go down, but they needed to use a different way. Timothy led the way out, moving to another door that his finger had to press on to unlock. His back to Kon-El as he continued. “After you died, I was living in regrets about the time I over looked with you. The hospital and how I treated you was like a knife that stayed stuck in my back that I could not reach to pull out. That was not the first attempt I made to save you. To bring you back.”

Down the stairs they went, in the dark dim lights that barely showed where they were until the sound of glass crunched under their feet. Timothy knew Kon-El would see before he spoke up for the computer to load the lights as he turned to Kon-El. All the regret in his eyes when he confessed. 

“I lost myself after losing everyone else in the span of a month or two. I could not keep losing people, Conner. It broke something in me and I felt that you were the one person I could get back in my desperation. The one I had the most regrets about.” The lights came on slowly, revealing the broken giant tube beside them where the glass remained under their boots, the many computers with a wide range of numbers and failed attempts on the screen, along with the pod and other empty tubes. In one glass display, much like the bat family did for their fallen, was Kon-Els' suit identical to the one he was wearing, along with the glasses and jacket. “I did not hide my devastation before you went out there to die. In fact, you saw it when I begged you not to go, for us to find a better way and I was not numb about it. That did not go away because you died. It festered, grew, and consumed me. In my grief, I attempted to ‘create’ you again. And failed. The dreams are exaggerated from my truth. None of the cells ever made it to that stage.” But it haunted him every night during that time, and even after that, had it succeeded, it would have been horrific.

All those emotions rattled inside of him as if stepping back into this space put a heavy strain on the gates he had sealed them behind. That face, sad and lonely, remained staring at Kon-El, waiting before he said his last piece at the silence. His heart was racing in that cage of bone and muscle, uncertainty clawing at his throat so his voice changed, grew softer and wavered. “I missed you so much and isolated myself until the madness took over. I am so sorry, Conner.”

Emotions continued to be held back but it was showing in those sad eyes that grew glossy and red. Being back here dredged up all those old emotions, all the pain, sadness, grief, regret, rage, and defeat.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

This is the Greatest Show.

When a fox and cat make their way, uninvited, into a bird’s nest.

Be Honest with Me.

“Good morning, Miss Raven!”

She followed the jolly greeting to a fruit stand manned by a rosy-cheeked man. Raven approached, lifting the corner of her skirt in a curtsey. It was routine, this exchange—yet it filled her with a gentle warmth all the same.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Running errands for your uncle again?” the fruit seller asked.

“It’s a leisure trip today. I just picked up a new book and thought to stop by for a snack to go with it.” Raven pointed to a pyramid of shiny red apples. “May I take one of those?”

“Good choice. They’re in season!” He tipped his cap, as if paying his respects to autumn.

Fall had settled onto Sage’s Island as comfortably as a wool cloak in the cold. The vibrant hues of summer had dulled to earthy ones, tempered by a new chill, the days shortening as darkness extended. Fruit ripening with the last vestiges of sunshine, perfuming the salt-slicked air with harvest.

The local birds, Raven noted, had also sensed the shifting of seasons and adapted accordingly. Crows growing fat from plentiful crops, ducks disappearing further south in preparation for the snow and frost to come. Lately, she too had been tucking into her feathers to stay toasty.

“Give the headmaster my regards,” the fruit seller said as he handed an apple over in exchange for some change.

“I’ll do just that.”

Raven bid him farewell and quickly made her way down the street, apple in one hand and book in the other. It had come with on a strong recommendation from the local librarian, along with rave reviews online. The premise, a boy who never wanted to grow up.

Her heart raced. She lacked the patience to wait until she was seated at the bus stop to begin reading. Sticking the volume in her face, she opened to the prologue, eager to devour it.

Second star to the right and straight on till morning…

Raven managed about one and a half sentences before the consequences of her actions hit her. Literally, in fact.

SMACK!

She collided with another body and flew back onto her bum. Her apple, book, and hat landed on the sidewalk. Raven barely had a second to mourn the freshly bruised fruit and the damaged cover—she was yanked up and frantically dusted off.

“Whoa there, little lady! What a tumble you took. Please, allow me,” blared a cheery, simpering man’s voice. It drifted in on a long violet coat that smelled of many things: carnival foods (popcorn, cotton candy, and sugar-dusted funnel cakes) but also cigarettes and booze, all (poorly) concealed under a cloud of cheap cologne.

Raven caught a glimpse of his wolfish grin before her vision was obscured by her hat—returned to her at a skewed angle which covered her eyes. When she set it properly, she looked again. The man, a ginger fox in patchwork pants, spats, and a top hat of his own, had plucked up her items. He was now flipping the book open sideways and upside down as he took a generous bite of the apple.

“Well, well!” he chuckled, a line of juice casually dribbling down his chin, “You’re quite the scholar, I see.”

“W-Wait one moment, those are mine,” Raven began to protest. She was cut off by a pat on her waist, eliciting a yelp.

Snapping her head back, she found a young cat beastman in oversized, ramshackle clothing. He flashed an innocent, sheepish smile—as though he had not been fumbling around for access to any pockets earlier.

“Take a look, Giddie.” Her book was thrusted at the boy. “You ever heard of a word as long as…” The man paused, squinting hard at the pages. “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?”

He shook his head. A strong “no”.

The man laughed. Crunch, crunch. The apple caught between his pointed teeth appeared less like fruit and more like skin and flesh.

A fast-talking fox beastman accompanied by a silent, slightly dopey cat beastman… Where have I seen this sketchy duo before?

Another curl of sugar and smoke at her nose, and it clicked.

“Y-You’re…?!” Raven jolted back from the two. The hairs on the back of her head stood up, feathers puffing in alarm. “Wh-What are you… Wh-Why are you…”

“Oh me, oh my! Do my eyes deceive me? Why if it isn’t the little lady from Night Raven College!” Fellow Honest cried, feigned ignorance in his exaggerated reaction. “What a coincidence it is to run into you again.”

He bent into a theatrically deep bow. Gidel clumsily mimicked him.

“Coincidence you say… It’s bad to lie. An adult should know better.”

“What’s a little white lie or two, right? We all do it.”

He had shaved the apple down into a thin column and its seeds, which he deposited in Raven’s waiting open palm. She frowned. He was still holding her book out of reach.

“I think this one’s rotten to the core,” Raven remarked in a flat tone. The apple dangled precariously from its stem, held between two gloved fingers.

“Let’s hope not! Getting ill on the road wouldn’t be very fun, would it?” Fellow winked, giving the twirl of his cane—and she would be lying to herself if she said it wasn’t hypnotic.

No, no. Don’t fall for that trick again, Raven scolded herself. It’s his unique magic influencing you, making you more susceptible to being convinced.

She hastily waved away the faint sparkle of magic around her. The corners of Fellow’s mouth twitched, but refused to commit to faltering.

“… So you confess to lying. Do you have anything else you’d like to admit?” Raven folded her arms. “I thought you a coward, but clearly not if you have the confidence to show your faces in broad daylight while you’re on the run.”

“Now, now! Always so quick to get down to business,” Fellow tutted, wagging a finger. “We should cherish destined reunions such as this!!”

Gidel nodded eagerly.

She tensed at their bright eyes. Scavenger to scavenger, Raven recognized the look. They want something from me.

“Destined for whom, exactly? For you?”

Fellow gasped. “Who, me? Perish the thought! It’s mutual, my friend.”

Friend?

“… My book,” Raven demanded curtly, extending her other hand. “I really must be going. I haven’t the time to converse with wanted criminals.”

“‘Wanted criminals’ is so harsh! We’re reborn men, cut off from our… former employer,” Fellow said lightly. He produced a tattered handkerchief from his pocket and drew it over himself like a shawl, batting his eyes demurely at Raven. “I realize I’ve received the odd complaint, but on the whole I’ve been a saint! We’ve pure of soul, I tell you!”

Raven raised an eyebrow.

Fellow continued.

Dramatically.

“But alas!! Cruel fate has dealt us a nasty hand,” he lamented, grasping Gidel by the shoulder and drawing him close. “The weather grows cooler and food scarce… Poor Giddie goes to bed shivering upon a cold floor, his stomach growling for a feeling of fullness…”

Gidel loudly sniffled, clinging to Fellow as his small form wobbled.

“Soon winter will arrive and we will have nothing but the clothes on our backs as we dodge pursuit! You can only imagine how difficult it is.” Fellow wiped away an invisible tear. “Oh, if only some benefactor would be so kind as to offer us a place to rest our weary spirits!”

Ah, so that’s it.

“You want to stay at Night Raven College.”

He nearly leapt at the mention. “Well, if you’re offering…!!”

“I am not,” Raven clarified. “You cannot just… just… waltz in! Night Raven College’s barrier makes it so that the campus is open only to select visitors and to the public during certain times of year.

“Which makes it the perfect location to lay low for a spell,” Fellow butted in. “Not to mention you oh-so-talented and strong mages being near… It puts me at ease! In fact, if I may say so, have your arms gotten bigger since our last encounter?”

Raven cautiously backed up.

So he plans to use us as meat shields in case of emergency. His brown-nosing is unmatched…

“The answer is still no. I’m not at liberty to invite guests to Uncle’s domain. Besides, where would you even stay and keep your things? For how long? Who will keep an eye on you?” Raven groaned. “There are too many factors to consider, even barring your shady record. Think about the students and staff who could be put in danger because of the company your presence attracts.”

To her dismay, he was not deterred in the slightest.

“Surely you must have some sway and pull over the headmaster! A charming little lady like you could have the whole world wrapped around her finger with a single smile. All you would need to do is say the word.

“And with a heart as big as yours? Why, I sense that you’d be so generous as to share your own living space with travelers down on their luck. Not forever, I assure you! Only long enough to allow us to get a bearing for ourselves, stockpile supplies, and prepare for the upcoming winter. You won’t even notice us, we’ll make ourselves scarce. How about it?”

“Bold of you to assume I’d take you on as guests in the first place!!” Raven snapped. When she saw Gidel balk, guilt washed over her.

A mistake.

Fellow spotted the opportunity—a moment of weakness—and pounced on it.

“A shame, but I understand your reluctance. I won’t press any further.” Fellow delivered a harsh slap to Gidel’s back with the flat of her stolen book, making the boy hunch over. “Poor Giddie! Another night of the usual for us then. Stale bread and canned beans, old newspapers for a blanket, a house made of cardboard and crayon, broken hopes and dreams…”

They strolled past Raven, but only took a few steps before Fellow paused and glanced over his shoulder to check if she had been watching. Their gazes awkwardly met for a second. He tore his away and, prodding Gidel with the butt of his cane, whispered the command to keep pretending to walk away. Head down, shoulders slumped.

“Oh, woe is me!!” Fellow wailed. Gidel followed his lead and rubbed at his eyes, faking a sob. “Woe, woooooe!!”

Don’t listen to him, he’s obviously playing it up!

Raven tried to turn away, tried to be staunch in her belief in that line. Another voice rose to counter it.

… But if he isn’t?

A distant memory resurfaced, lazily bobbing up and down in the lake of her mind. There was a little black bird braving the wind and the snow and the hail… until, one day, warm hands cupped it and gave it a place to call home.

She hesitated.

I’m really going to regret this, aren’t I?

“… Only until you get back onto your feet,” Raven said slowly. “That’s it.”

Fellow and Gidel immediately went whipped around. It was as though fireworks had been set off behind their skin, lighting them with joy from within.

“Didja hear that, Giddie?! We’re golden!!”

Gidel could scarcely nod before Fellow had dropped his book and whisked him up. He spun the boy in an excited circle, letting Gidel’s oversized sleeves fly like trailing ribbons.

Raven shook her head as she crouched to, at last, save her novel. (It was badly beaten up by now.) She gingerly dusted off the jacket—but there was no correcting the dents in it.

Raven eyed Fellow and Gidel, still locked in a giddy jig.

Desperate a few moments ago and gleeful now… She shook her head. Fellow-san is full of surprises. Sometimes he behaves like a big child. Let’s hope he doesn’t cause as much trouble as a child would.

Now all she had to worry about was explaining to her uncle how she had come home with a stray fox and cat in tow.