#was having some feels today

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

The Quiet In Between (post Crisis Guardiancorp)

James would expect to see Lena at Noonan’s. He would expect to see her in a five star restaurant, or a trendy new bar with low, smooth music. He doesn’t expect to find her in National City’s greasiest diner. 

It’s also grungy, and dingy and the farthest cry from anything befitting a Luthor. Especially in this reality. He frowns. It still unsettles him, that there was once a world that was, one vastly different from the world that is. But in this world, where the Luthors had never fallen and Lena had no reason to mingle with the smallfolk like she did after meeting Kara, Lena seems even more out of place in the cracked and peeling pleather booth.

If Lena is surprised to see him when he approaches her table, it doesn’t show. She has nothing but a coffee in front of her, but at 2am the place is sparse and not wanting for open tables. 

“Hey Lena,” he says, settling onto the bench opposite her. “Been a while.”

Her eyebrows shrug in affirmation. “Yeah.”

He waits a few beats, but her demeanor remains distant.

“How are you?” James asks in a gentle voice.

Lena doesn’t meet his gaze. She stares out through the window at the night beyond, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. “Lex is alive,” she says flatly. “In a world of his own making. Where nothing is the same except that my friends aren’t my friends. So. You know.” Her shoulders lift. “Fine.”

He regards her solemnly. He knows Lena Luthor. He knows her moods and her faces and her tones. He’s never seen her like this. Never so… detached. Defeated.

“It’s not ideal,” he agrees carefully. “But I’ve never known you to sit back and take it.”

He expects a glare, or at least a sharp glance. He gets neither. Only a finger slowly tracing the rim of her coffee cup.

“What if I’m tired, James?” Her voice, low with melancholy, is deep in her chest, betraying its honesty. “I’m tired of having to claw and fight for every good thing in my life.”

James hesitates. The thought bubbling up in his throat is a risk. He knows that. He chooses to take it. “You didn’t fight for us,” he says softly. “And I thought we had a pretty good thing going.”

Finally, Lena’s attention breaks from the window, drifting to the mug between her hands. “Now you know why I didn’t.”

He nods. “I do.”

Looking at her now, after the weeks of confusion and months of hurt, he feels nothing but affection, and want. The desire to be the one thing she doesn’t have to fight for. 

“That’s why I’m here,” he reminds her. “Because I know you still care. And because I still care about you.”

Her gaze lifts to his at long last, deep with heartache and a wary hope that even now can’t be totally dampened. 

“You and I don’t have to fight. But if we do… if you want to, you won’t have to fight alone.”

James sees her hesitation in the twist of her lips, doubt in the glint of her eyes. “The way I treated you…”

“You can let it go,” he says. “I have.”

It’s true. It’s taken a while to get here, but he has. He has, to the point that his remaining sympathy is for Lena– for her decision to be alone rather than risk him. 

“You said you were tired,” he continues. “Maybe it’s time for you to rest, and let yourself lean on someone you don’t need to fight for.”

He reaches across the table, gently clasping her wrist. “What do you say?”

She doesn’t speak, but the palm that turns to slide into his is answer enough.

[egophiliac]

2025 is the year of the DRAGON SLIPPERS

[bethanydelleman]

I was talking about a historical male author I dislike because I found his works misogynistic and the person said, "Oh, well I suppose you don't read Shakespeare either." and I was like, "Shakespeare? SHAKESPEARE?!?! Of course I read Shakespeare, that man loved women."

Shakespeare wrote a wide variety of fleshed out female characters. He wrote Damsels in Distress, Cross-dressing Girlbosses, and Complex Female Villains. He wrote a woman who refused to sell her virtue to save her family and then shamed her brother for suggesting it. He wrote Taming of the Shrew and it's opposite, All's Well that Ends Well, in which the wife hunts down and tames the husband. He wrote men who are good because they listen to, trust, and defend women. He wrote women of all kinds. He wrote women who drive the plot and women doomed by the narrative. He wrote women in love and women who pathetically follow a man who doesn't like them and women in hatred. He wrote sensible women and silly women and everything in between of all ages.

I wish modern authors could write women as well as he did.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

For moment, you are home.

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[intermundia]

to me there's really something about belonging to a generation of children whose star wars was the prequels, not the originals, not the sequels, whose shared formative childhood myth was not a hopeful one that ended in the defeat of evil and the birth of freedom, but rather a tragic one that took us halfway and dropped us in hell, at the nadir of civilization. lucas showed us to beware of greed, and the hardening of the hearts in fear and self-interest, the mechanization of people acting without empathy, the failure of mutual aid and symbiotic relationships. he depicted it in the way anakin chose his personal power and family over the good of everyone, becoming a fascist enforcer more machine than man, and the way palpatine first made the government worse and then instigated a war in order to get people to beg him to make it better through unilateral action. lucas warned us kids that money in politics would lead to liberty dying with thunderous applause, the empire rising, the jedi dying, the birth of the dark times. ultimately we have to borrow hope from baby luke to even put a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, but his very infancy puts a clock on how long we have to endure the darkness. this is our shared childhood myth, one of ruin. at least it's a story that gave us a vocabulary and mental model to understand what's happening, but god i wish we were the ones who got to dance with the fucking ewoks on endor's moon instead

[timethehobo]

Tired scribbly. Loose hair Emmy on the mind. 🥺

[kedreeva]

Can I have your attention for a minute

It's nothing bad!

I wanted to share a little website with you, one i have used in the past. It's called Future Me.

All it is is a little web based word processor, that you fill in a letter to your future self, fill in your email address, pick a date, and hit send. The site will store the letter, and send it to your designated email on your designated date. It's completely free, though they accept donations if you like the service.

I've used this site for YEARS, it's not at all new, but it has at times been a little bastion of hope and good things for me. Every year on my birthday, I send a letter to myself, and I receive the one I sent the year before. I write about what I've been through that year, what I've accomplished, and what my hopes are for the year to come.

I have cried every single time I've gotten that letter. I know it's from me, but by the time it comes around, I've usually forgotten I sent it. But... every year on my birthday, I receive a letter from Past Me, who cared enough to sit down and have hopes about my future. And it makes me want to pay it forward to Future Me, and dare to hope that she, too, will remember that someone cared a lot about her future, and choose to keep going even further.

Anyway, I am giving you the link now, because there are definitely going to be rough times ahead of us, but I feel like maybe writing ahead to Future You, to the You that has made it past the rough times, might make them ever so slightly easier to endure. Knowing that Future You is waiting at the end of the line to welcome you, holding onto the letters you sent.

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[froginmygarden]

Got a little brain worm on the way home and have a need to write it down. Just a drabble because I'm not good at writing.

DC x DP Just a (clone) couple

Joung Adult!Team Phantom for some reason end up in the DC universe. For reasons, there aren't any equivalents of them here. Danny and Sam are together and Danny and Dani have a familiar relationship. Whatever the reasons they stay in this universe.

So Sam, Danny and Dani start making a life together as a family, Tucker goes on to make a "small business" involving VPN's and tech in general (finds an anthropomorphic girlfriend on the way or something), Jazz goes to uni (JL members city of choice, although I advise against Gotham or Metropolis, because that would make this too short).

For some MORE reasons unknown, although they might be by the making of our favourite clock-man, the DP people's DNA has by default markings of being clones in DC (I don't know if this is canon or fanon but Connor had something like that ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭). The thing is here Jack = Bruce, Maddy = Alexander and Jeremy = Clark, Pamela = Lois! Do you see my vision here??

So *JL member from the perspective city* meets the Fenton/Manson/Nightingale?? family accidentally when they are visiting Jazz, and has a sweet deja vu moment. Some time passes and the off handedly mention it to someone in the JL.

Batman being the paranoid bastard that he is goes on to check this thing out, because he can smell the fish from a mile away. Thinks the couple are clones, gets very paranoid again and starts making plans, plans get found by his kids, kids tell the JL and friends. So starts the collective discussions of what should they do, some say that they should get rid of the clones, some others that they don't have proof for anything nefarious and shouldn't do anything at all, someone points out that they have literally showed up out of nowhere and that it is reasonable to be suspicious. And Connor is also there.

Meanwhile Team Phantom is going about their lives like normal, but with a "I know that you know" mindset, and don't really bother with hiding themselves.

In my opinion the part that has to be the most glaringly noticeable about them should be that Danny (Batman's clone apparently) should wear a lot of flannel and have a "Midwestern Nice" personality" (the stuff of legends I have only heard about in passing) and over all should resemble Clark in fashion sense. For Sam (Superman's clone apparently) the exact opposite - she can put the GOTH in Gotham.

And all JL angst/drama/confusion happens in the background as we follow Connor Kent's/Superboy's POV and him dealing with having two half siblings and the half siblings being together and them having a child and this is too much for him oooooooooo noooooooo nononoonononoonononononno what in the sweeet home Alabama whhhhhyyyyyyyy!??!

So it's like a metronome tick's between the POVs of fluffy new life/potential threat to the JL I mean the child of Bruce/Lex and child Clark/Luis having potential super-smart, super-powered (potentially evil??) children. But overall it's crack.

Maybe I'll plan it out and actually try to write it, but meanwhile you can enjoy my half-ill/fever induced brain worms and play in the brown dirt puddle I call my creative thinking.

To who ever finished reading this

Good night! ;P

[bluerosefox]

Saying Sorry Will Never Be Enough

Feeling a bit angsty so I had this idea.

Danny is dating one of the Bats/Birds, and everything is going great, amazing even! They know each other secrets (from powers to everything etc), they have a wonderful place to live (even if its in Gotham), Danny is in college on the way to becoming a space engineer (and he does side jobs for unrestful ghosts), he's actually getting sleep again since leaving Amity Park, gets along with their friends and family (those who Danny or his partner still talk to, up to the writer), there is even talk about marriage and perhaps adoption/kids in the future between Danny and the Bat/Bird he's dating!

Everything is setting up for a good life in his future, something Danny didn't think could have after his accident. He was happy finally, and currently packing up his old apartment because he's moving in with his partner in a few days.

So he felt like his core was being pulled out of him when he opens his apartment door one day receiving a knock to find his parents, who had hadn't seen since they kicked him out of the house after coming clean about being Phantom (their words of anger and denial that their son was 'dead' and now a monster, still hurt)

Sure they didn't attack him or proclaim he's dead but still their last words and anger HURT.

Danny didn't give them a chance to open their mouths, both looking nervous and guilty, before he slams the door close and turns invisible, grabs his phone, and fly's out of his apartment to his partner's place in a panic attack.

His partner, isn't happy.

[peach-sea]

Cringetober Day 1. Screenshot Redraw

inspired by this early eah scene where raven "lets her bad side out" playing guitar and my cousin and I go "apple's probably losing it" and then they cut to her and she's making this face ��

[aduckwithears]

I cannot overstate the net positive impact these two have had on my emotional and mental health.

[starlitmeadows]

Reunion

[aweebshitdrawings]

From the lovely minds of @babyblankyerror and @aroace-get-out-of-my-face I bring you ford hating a puppet more then Bill lol

Ford hate room requested in this

[lazylittledragon]

first session on this LORGE boy!!

if i had a nickel for every time i got a tattoo of a dnd podcast with 69 episodes that made me cry, i'd have 2 nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[catmask]

it is insane how normal i am medicated like. you mean this was an option the whole time. what