#writing from discord

[comatosebunny09]

Before AO3 goes down for maintenance, and before you flock to Tumblr to complain about how much it pains you to be deprived of your blessed, mood-enhancing, pillow-gnawing fics, make sure the writers of said fics know how much you enjoy them. It’s as easy as saying, “I like this. ☺️”

[fantastic-nonsense]

"I have concepts of a plan"=me looking at the many WIPs lying abandoned in my documents folder

[starbiology]

The neopets leaders are doing well i think,,

[mamawasatesttube]

pondering the issues tim and kon would have to work through in their relationship... like. kon's thing for attempting so earnestly to be what his partner wants him to be that it impedes his ability to communicate, vs. tims constant struggle with the hero/personal life balance.

imagine: kon shows up to pick tim up for date night, but tim forgot about it bc he's so wrapped up in a case. he's crunching numbers he's deep in a research hole he's in the zone. so kon taps at the window and he's like hey :) you're welcome to hang out but i really won't be any fun for a bit, im so close to cracking this. it's not anything urgent right it can wait an hour or two?

and kon thinks about reminding him they have reservations for dinner. but even if tim goes oh shit and gets changed real fast, his brain will be on the case the whole time and kon knows it. so he pastes on a smile and goes oh yeah no it's nothing important, i was just saying hi on my way to metropolis :). and he knows tim Really Is in the zone bc tim doesn't even notice how fake that smile was

and the thing is, kon really thinks he did what he was supposed to do here. if he feels hurt, it doesn't matter because he did what A Good Boyfriend Should Do. besides, helping people is more important than his feelings. so if he feels hurt about this he should simply get over himself and stop it.

except like that's not actually how feelings work. oops

but tim realizes kon showed up for date night the next day when he glances at his calendar. and he's like FUCK. and then immediately Why Didn't He Tell Me???? Why Did He Just Leave Again???? ? ???? kon???? and he tries to apologize to kon but kon's like no you didn't do anything wrong ! and tim is like. uh. yes i did? (holding flowers with immense confusion)

he's trying to get kon to tell him what he can do to make it up to him, if there's anything kon particularly wants to go do, what's a date idea kon wants!! and he doesn't understand why this seems to be making kon shrink in on himself a bit because he's?? trying?? to fix it???

but he hasn't realized that the issue is that kon thinks, on some level, that prioritizing himself in a relationship in any way is how he gets dumped. like he wouldn't consciously say that's what he thinks. he'd deny it out loud. but that's how he secretly feels on the inside: that having needs or wants, that expecting reciprocity from his partner, leads to him being left behind.

and so finally tim has to drop the "no really what do you wanna do??" angle to just sit on him and cup his face like hey. hey. i don't know what's going on in there but i can tell you're like Genuinely Upset (kon Haha what no I'm not!!!) but for some reason you keep saying i don't have anything to make up to you. which is Not True, Kon. can we accept that. i DO have something to make up to you and i WANT to make it up to you.

gotta cup kon's cheeks and gaze earnestly into his eyes like he's a sad lil puppy dog. listen. kon. i have a bad habit of letting the hero stuff in my life eat away at the rest of it and i am trying So Hard to be aware of when im doing it, but sometimes i fuck up because it's a hard habit to break. but i Will, because, like, this is the kind of thing that's ruined Every relationship i have ever had and i refuse to let it ruin us!! im Gonna be better for you bc you deserve better. and also because i know the rest of my family will be single until the day they die but I Refuse, okay. bruce and dick have fumbled every single relationship they've been in and i Won't be like them kon, im gonna do right by you or die trying, but you gotta talk to me for that, okay.

and kon's like. wow way to drag literally everyone in your family but i do actually feel a little better now. and tim's like fuck yeah B) was it the throwing dick and bruce under the bus that helped? i'll do it again anytime. especially bruce. listen bruce fumbled wonder woman do you know how bad that man is at relationships??? the fumbler for REAL.

and kon giggles despite himself and then manages to finally let go of some of that tension in his shoulders, heaves a big ol puppydog sigh, and plonks his face into tim's shoulder. he needs a minute but he finally admits, okay. yeah. it didn't feel great, and i should've told you it was date night that night itself. as for what we could do now, um... i'm not entirely sure... and tim's like not to worry! in my infinite wisdom i have ☝️ made a date night idea spreadsheet.

and like, the point is kon realizing that actually a good partner would like him to talk about his feelings and needs and wants. and tim realizing once again that He's Not Gonna Be Like Bruce He Refuses To Be Like Bruce. Rip To Bruce But He's Not Gonna Fumble A Bad Bitch. finally they go to the aquarium together or something and take a lot of silly fish selfies, and tim buys kon like 5 gift shop plushies. yippee!

[14dayswithyou]

cw: racer![REDACTED] showing his… appreciation towards mechanic!Angel :3c (A.K.A a short NSFW drabble I made for an AU on Discord)

"Y'did so well today…" [REDACTED]'s breath is hot against the shell of your ear as their hands travel down your sides, "The only reason I won is because of you."

"I-I don't think–" Your words get cut short when [REDACTED] abruptly hoists you up by your thighs, gently sets you atop the hood of his race car, and wedges himself between your legs. For good measure, he also steals the air from your lungs by pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

"Made my engine run real nice' n smooth for me." When he pulls away, a small string of saliva forms and connects the two of you. "I should thank you, shouldn't I?"

Before you can process his words, your boyfriend is already pulling away and slipping their hands between the folds of your uniform. A few buttons come undone, and before you know it, they're trailing soft, lingering kisses down your chest and stomach. [REDACTED] doesn't seem to mind the grime and grease on your hands as you card them through his dark hair, nor does he seem to care about the strong smell of gasoline still lingering on your skin. All they can focus on is unbuckling your jumpsuit so he can drop to his knees and lavish you with the praise you deserve.

Funny how just a few hours ago, you were hunched under the hood of his car to double-check some of the inner parts… Now [REDACTED] is the one who has your back on top of it while his tongue does a thorough inspection of your velvety sex instead.

"Couldn't stop thinkin' about you the whole fuckin' time. Three laps in, and all I wanted was f'you to be sittin' on my lap while you bounce on my cock." His words are feral; and it didn't help that they were now being coated with your essence and the sweat forming on your skin. "Had to endure fifty-eight damn laps just for this moment… Wanna see how long y'can last?"

[omegalerc]

everybody these two gifs together is the main important thing to be discussed today. that is an discord e-daddy and his kitten who meows for nitro

[loucifersbitch]

This is a short story.

It starts with Buck entering a nondescript building. He walks up to the guy at the front desk and gives his information. He's greeted with an insincere smile, a name tag with only a number on it, and a sheet of paper with a list of other numbers.

476 - female

627 - nonbinary

172 - female

291 - male

703 - nonbinary

811 - male

712 - male

266 - female

315 - no gender given

Buck can work with this.

He follows the arrows down a long hallway, noticing the ancient sprinkler system and immediately wondering if it's up to code.

Not the time, Buckley.

The arrows lead him to an archway on his right, the large room - maybe it used to be a ballroom - coming into view. It's nicely decorated, but the wallpaper dates the place, and he notices some of the vinyl flooring peeling up in multiple spots.

It's fine, whatever. Could always be worse. Right?

A bell in the corner dings. He sits down in his designated seat. There are a lot of people milling around, some chatting together, others attempting to blend in with the wallpaper. Buck looks at the seat across the small table and wonders if any of the people who are about to sit there will be The One.

The thing is, he doesn't have high hopes for this event. He's been trying to get back out there, but no one has piqued his interest. His KitchenAid mixer is his longest lasting relationship now.

Speed dating hadn't been on his mind in the slightest, but he kept getting ads for this place anytime he watched a video or played a game on his phone. So, what the hell. Worth a try, right?

It's been almost eight months since he - since Tommy - left. Buck shouldn't still be pining after the man, but fuck, he saw a future there. He had plans and ideas and an extensive internet search history of men's wedding bands. But eight months? He should have moved on by now.

"Hi."

The cheerful voice pulls him from his thoughts. It belongs to a woman, and she's beautiful. She has brown eyes that look almost golden in the light from the massive windows, and her hair has obviously been colored to get that level of blonde, but it suits her. The name tag on her lapel says 476.

"Hi," Buck says, trying for a smile, but even to himself, it doesn't feel genuine.

Already going great.

Date 476 is interesting. She's studying to be a lawyer and has a cat named Hugh. She seems nice, but that's all Buck remembers about her.

The bell dings, 476 gets up, and that's that.

Date 627 sits down and immediately compliments Buck's sweater. He refrains from making the boyfriend material joke. He asks a few questions, but 627 doesn't seem to want to give much away in terms of personal information.

Fine.

The bell dings.

Date 172 has Buck immediately on edge. She has that overly-familiar look in her eye as soon as she sits down.

"Have we met before?" she asks.

Buck tries to think of something - anything - but he doesn't remember ever meeting her.

"Then maybe I've seen you somewhere. Are you an actor?"

"Uh," Buck laughs, "no, nope. Never been an actor."

"But you've been on TV?"

"Well, the news, I guess."

Her eyes light up at that.

"Oh my god, you're that firefighter! The one that died!"

Buck suddenly wishes for another bolt of lightning.

"Uh, yeah. Yep, that's me."

"Wow."

She starts to settle further into her seat, and Buck can feel the questions coming, so he cuts her off before she can start, asking her as many questions as he can think of in quick succession.

The bell dings. Buck exhales.

Date 291 has Buck nervous in a different way. He's tall, and walks with a confidence that's very similar to T-

No.

Don't think about him right now.

But 291 has blue eyes and dark wavy hair and a strong jaw. He obviously works out often and keeps in shape.

Buck is immediately taken with him.

Until he opens his mouth and asks, "So are you a gold star gay, or should I just move on?"

"A gold star gay?" Buck asks.

"Have you fucked a woman before?"

Ah, this guy is classy.

"I think you can move on," Buck says by way of answer.

The guy's mouth drops open as if he's shocked, but Buck is already getting up from the table. He could use a restroom break anyway.

When he comes back, 291 is gone, thankfully.

Date 703 is cute. A barista studying physics at USC after traveling across the country from South Carolina. They talk about their travels and misadventures, and Buck is actually disappointed when the bell dings this time. If nothing else, Buck wants to be their friend. He should've gotten their number.

Date 811 is - well, the only word Buck can think to use is 'cute.' He's a teacher at one of the private high schools in the city, and he volunteers at the food shelf on the weekends. There's no spark for Buck, but 811 seems like a really sweet guy.

Date 712 is —

"Tommy?"

Tommy stops short when he gets to Buck's table.

"Evan."

He sounds surprised. Almost breathless.

"I didn't realize you'd be here."

"Uh, yeah. I didn't think I'd see you here either," Buck says.

Tommy just stands there awkwardly. Buck can see other people starting to look their way, so he gestures for Tommy to sit down.

"I should leave," Tommy says. "I don't want to ruin this for you. I'm sorry, Evan." Then Tommy inhales sharply. "I should say 'Buck,' shouldn't I."

"No!" Buck says, a little too quickly. He lowers his voice. "No, Tommy. You - you should call me Evan. You can always call me Evan."

A smile flickers at the corner of Tommy's mouth.

God, Buck has missed Tommy's smile. And his eyes. And his hands. And his voice. And his broad shoulders. And his —

Buck has missed Tommy.

"I miss you," he says.

He doesn't mean to say it, but it slips out.

Tommy looks surprised.

"I do," Buck presses on. In for a penny, in for a pound. "Nothing has been right since you left." A pained look crosses Tommy's face, but he doesn't say anything. "It's just been one thing after another. There's a long list, but the most recent things are my sister recovering from having her neck sliced open and Eddie moving back to Texas. I'm living in Eddie's house, and everything is different than it used to be, and yet -" he takes a steadying breath, "- every night, the only thing on my mind is 'I miss Tommy. I really fucking miss Tommy.' It's been eight months," he huffs a self-deprecating laugh, "and I can't stop thinking about you. Pretty sad, huh?"

"Evan -," Tommy starts, but then he looks around. "This isn't the place to talk about it. Can we go somewhere when this is over?"

Buck is already getting up and removing his name tag.

"It's already over. Let's go."

"Evan, I still have people to meet. Shouldn't we wai-"

"I still have people on my list, too, but this is more important."

Buck holds a hand out for Tommy, wiggling his fingers in invitation.

Tommy finally smiles, full and bright. He takes Buck's hand and stands, leaving his own name tag on the table.

[day-night-darlix]

MASKED FOOL AVENTURINE TIME BITCHES

carus

a masked fool notorious for gambling with lives.

“all i do is lay down a bet. it’s out of my control if my opponent decides to lay down their life, isn’t it?”

a well known musical artist and actor, his associations are not known to the public. he seems to harbor animosity towards the ipc.

[rhiezus]

[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party // daehyun x danbi

it had been quite some time since danbi found herself in the company of so many people gathered not out of obligation or urgency, but simply to sit, to eat, to drink good wine, and to share the stories that made up their lives, or even just the small, mundane rhythms of the everyday. it had been even longer since such scenes felt natural to her. life hadn’t been particularly lively in a while. invitations still came, of course, but she couldn’t attend every event or gathering. there were the children to think of and honestly idea of standing for more than thirty minutes in shoes that pinched was, more often than not, enough to keep her home. she much preferred quiet moments like this, surrounded by people whose lives, like hers, had taken on a slower, softer shape. where stories about diaper changes turned into laughter, and forgetting a lunchbox had the weight of a midweek tragedy. she could see herself in those stories, in those lives, reflected back across the dinner table. and yet, a question lingered—why, among all this familiarity, did she still feel like she didn’t quite belong?

it wasn’t about her being shy, or even about her former life on television. many of the mothers admired her and made a point of including her in everything they organized. they were proud to have danbi as a guest. they were kind, thoughtful, and open. there was a quiet camaraderie between them, a shared attentiveness born from that deep, universal desire to do right by their children. danbi, too, took pride in these small parental rituals. she liked staying informed about the school, the community, the subtle pulse of neighborhood life. it was all so different from the life she’d lived before—and yet, as with most things she tried her hand at, she navigated it with grace and competence.

still, for all her effort, and all the appreciation directed her way, something within her hesitated to fully inhabit the role. not because it was wrong. there was nothing inherently difficult in becoming what others expected her to be. after all, she had been playing roles—gracefully, convincingly—for most of her life. and yet. even when other mothers looked at her with wide eyes and said, “wow, i don’t know how you do it,” danbi could only offer a soft smile, a small pause, and the most honest answer she had “neither do i.”

it only took a glance for daehyun to know exactly what she was thinking and feeling. it was something not every couple had, but time and everything they had been through together had given them that quiet, mutual power. and when her gaze drifted far away, distant, detached from reality in a way she herself couldn't comprehend, that was when he would find her. with his radiant presence, his comforting smile, and his soul-deep touch of someone who knew her inside out.

this feeling came when she felt his hand find her leg under the table. there was no need for words, just a gentle glance, a shared smile, ordinary and unremarkable on the surface but meaningful for them. suddenly, it was as if color returned to her world. her head, once lost in the clouds, was back in the present, wherever that present was, as long as it was with him. his quiet reassurance was all she needed. like in the arkam song, i don't wanna be okay without you. there was no point in having a life if not shared between them. and deep down, the understanding that she didn’t need to be anything more, or anyone else, so long as she was herself and things would work out as they always did. the danbi he knew and loved was the one worthy of it all, he had told her that more than once in many different ways. which made her certain that this life they had built together was for them and their children only and anything else telling otherwise was just background noise.

[theheartmold]

I'm interested in your thoughts on Illario as the First Talon. Do you think he'd hate the position at first or he'd slot right into it as a natural? Do you think he wants the position just because Lucanis is going to have it or he actually wants it because he thinks he'd be good at it? Always interested in thoughts on him from people who also love him as a character! Especially since Wigmaker gave us so much of him, but so little too.

Illario and Lucanis are both presented to us in the Wigmaker Job as very capable assassins for very different reasons; Illario is charming, cunning, and diplomatic, meaning that he can talk his way in and out of most every situation and has an innate understanding of the politics of a situation, particularly of the Crows. Lucanis is quick on his feet, adaptive, and the more talented fighter, meaning that when it comes to an actual killing, he's going to get the job done.

I don't think Illario would be bad at the role of First Talon--in fact, I agree with the general consensus that he would be good at it, maybe even excel. I think his own evaluation of his own capabilities are accurate and that he has the drive and edge to lead the Crows as an assassin's guild. I don't think he's motivated solely by the fact that Lucanis is going to have it.

It's less about Lucanis 'having' the role of First Talon and more so about the fact that it's being GIVEN to him. It's not really about Lucanis at all in that sense, it's about the oversight from Caterina. It is obvious to everyone that Lucanis is the favorite pick for the role, including Lucanis, and Lucanis doesn't want it. But he won't tell Caterina that, and even if he doesn't say it, he does show it--and Caterina ignores it. A lack of willingness to consider Illario from either of them is what really pushes some of that ambition; when no one considers you, YOU must consider you.

I don't think he'd hate the position; I think he'd do well! I think he would hate what he would have to do to GET the position. We see that in Veilguard; to get what he thinks he wants he has to abandon what he has, and it nearly kills him. Lucanis and Illario and Caterina are all that the other has; Illario grieves that Lucanis didn't die and was tortured, Lucanis can't bring himself to kill Illario only maybe imprison him, and Caterina absolves the responsibility of deciding his fate onto Lucanis.

It would be a lonely outcome for Illario but I do think he meant it in the Wigmaker Job when he tells Lucanis that if he were First Talon, he wouldn't have to do "this" anymore; the Crows, the politicking. Maybe Lucanis would be free to do that whole freedom-fighter hero thing he's always trying to emulate. But they're both under Caterina's thumb, and until she's gone, we won't know.

[the-travelling-witch]

guys, they legally can’t release us into the wild

[pixelsilver]

God I love writing worlds where yautja casually exist as public knowledge and they're just everywhere too. So at some point you might actually meet one if you know where to look. Why are there so many on earth? I dunno. I mostly like writing them in 'Mars needs women' plots. A lot easier to justify why they're out there.

Like you could go to the store and there's two hanging out on the roof casually just sharpening their weapons or talking.

It's scary yeah, but they don't normally mean harm unless you happen to be a hunting target. Which the average person isn't.

Also a good subsection of the rural population finds them to be menaces because they keep leaving skinned animals in their trees. Some of the ones living near prime hunting spots have a service called specifically for carcass removal.

The military has special codes for when a yautja appears during an operation. It's mostly just flinging the guns into the bushes and disarming themselves. Sometimes it pisses the yautja off and they end up firing a few warning shots at them. Other times, especially with the older ones, they just leave because who wants cowardly prey.

You can sometimes find them casually at outdoor or parties out in the forest just hanging around. They find it entertaining to watch drunk humans stupidly stumble around and makes fools out of themselves.

Boxing and MMA rings are popular spots for some of the more human savvy yautja that just hang around to watch humans fight and take notes.

Just like casual aliens.

[linked-maze]

.:It's about Time:. part 1

A story behind how Navi and Time found each other! enjoy!

It was a cold hazy morning in the forest, after a whole night of rain. The small beam of light from the morning sun was shining through the leaves, warming up the air that was fresh and with an earthy smell. A tiny blue fairy emerged from a hole in a great redwood tree. Butt in the air, she yawned and stretched her whole fuzzy body, shaking the sleepiness out of her and flapping her wings awake. She raised her snout to sniff the air and letting out a sigh of relief. After months of winter, spring was finally settling in, and Navi couldn’t be happier about that. The forest was alive with all her favorite snacks, spiders, grasshoppers, and more! So, no time to spare! She set out to search the environment for some breakfast.

Navi flew through the cold air, the sun hitting her from above. The floor of the deep forest was filled with big old stones with beautiful carvings all over the place with moss and ferns covering the ground completely. A river close by, water flowing steadily. Navi took a glance for any danger in the area, but all seemed fine. She decided to start her hunt here. Flying down to land on some of the wet stones, almost slipping but caught her balance. She skipped along from stone to stone, stopping a bit to sip some water from a nearby plant that was dripping from the rain. Then, in the distance before her, she saw a delicious grasshopper! Navi ducked down quickly, and without making a sound she sneaked up to the prey behind the ferns, slowly approaching, ready to pounce any second now. However, suddenly a disturbance from the distance echoed throughout the deep forest. The grasshopper hopped away in fright. Navi attempted to go for the kill, but it was too late. It got away. “Tch…” Navi sighed in disappointment. She flew up to one of the tree branches high above, away from any danger. What in the world was that sound? Monsters did live in these woods, maybe it was one of those awful wolfos striding around the area, looking for their own prey. Or maybe it was one of those atrocious stalfos beating up a tree somewhere for fun. Suddenly the sound was back! It sounded like thunder rumbling! This was no wolfos or stalfos. This was something huge and dangerous. Navis curiosity got the best of her, and she set out to solve this. Navi got closer and closer to the mysterious rumbling. She flies above an ancient, overgrown temple ruin. Walls, Pillars, and statues broken down over time, greenery taken over the place completely. She has been here many times for the amazing apple trees that grow here. It has always been such a peaceful place. But not today, birds flying away in flocks, frightened by the ruckus. It sounded like a huge fight was going on!

Navi quietly landed on one of the big ancient statues, hiding behind it to get a peek in on what was going on, but nothing could have prepared her for what was making all that sound. It was a Goron! Out in the middle of the forest throwing around huge rocks, destroying them into small pieces. The Goron looked angry yet saddened, mostly getting his frustrations out. What was a Goron doing so far from home? Was he lost? Did he lose something? Whatever it was, he was making a commotion. Navi rolled her eyes. She had no time for this. She was about to set off again, but something stopped her. She took a glance at the Goron. Something about him seemed familiar but she couldn’t put her paw on what it was… it was like she had seen those eyes before, the right eye barring a huge scar across it. Navis memories sparked for a moment, the eyes resembling her dear old friend, but there was no way this was Link, this was a Goron. Navi felt a little bad stalking this poor Goron. So, she decided to let him be. He clearly didn’t want to be disturbed. Why else would he do his outburst deep in the forest far from home. Besides, Navi still needed some breakfast. She set off as quietly as she came. Back home, Navi was digging for worms in some dirt right underneath the redwood tree. It was no grasshopper and Navi loved the hunt of it all, but it was tasty, nonetheless. continued her day with small tasks and gathering fresh leaves for her nest. Walking down to a little puddle nearby to wash her paws clean after an evening of work, she couldn’t stop thinking about the Goron. And Link… it has been years now, but she still missed him deeply. The day she left him after completing the Dekus trees dying request, she was supposed to move on with her life. Finally reuniting with her great fairy and all her sisters in the forest. Living life with all her sisters was nice but she felt empty inside every single night, wondering what Link was up to and if he was okay… so one day she decided to go look for him! The hero she was meant to be with! But… he was nowhere to be seen. No one in Hyrule knew where he was. But that didn’t stop her! She searched for days, weeks, months! But with no luck… It was like he was gone… dead. Navis hope grew thin over the years, and she settled down in the deep forest, Abandoning her quest. But no matter what she did, she could never let him go in her heart.  The day went by, and the sun started to set at around dinner time. Navi laying at the opening of her redwood tree hole, still in thought, and was not feeling like hunting. She felt restless and couldn’t focus. So, she decided to go to sleep early this time. Letting her mind rest. to be continued~

[frownyalfred]

a what-if scenario, as proposed by @lurkinglurkerwholurks and developed by myself, @audreycritter and lurker over on discord.

The original what-if: You know those delightful scenarios where Bruce is so pressed or scared or in danger that he yells for Superman and Clark POOF appears? Take alllllllllll of those, all that fear and pain and desperation...What would be required in that moment for Bruce to yell Clark’s name instead of Superman?

He’s so so so careful. Would it be an extreme amount of those emotions, like Jason’s death? Or is it something he specifically needs Clark for and needs him NOW? Like how much would that scare the living snot out of Clark to hear?

What if: Bruce finds Lois close to death -- maybe a few seconds away from dying, and it's a sure thing. Her heart is still beating, but she doesn't have long.

It’s kind of like a scene in a movie, where something happens that’s so big, so quietly awful, everything slows down and the rules don’t matter anymore. Internally, Bruce would go really still and hyperfocus to figure out how to fix this, but he’s not stupid.

Bruce sees Lois and knows. He clears the comms, kneels down next to her, and calls for Clark -- all in less than five seconds. Because there's no one else to make those snap judgements right now other than him -- or even knows why they need to be made.

Clark hearing his name shouted like that would make his entire world go staticky with panic. Because hearing Superman’s name shouted like that by Bruce Wayne has always meant the end of the world, and somehow this is so much worse.

He’d hesitate for a second because surely it’s a mistake? Why would Bruce call him that on open comms? Why is Bruce's heart suddenly pounding in his chest?

Bruce calls him Clark for two reasons: 1) Because he's about to give Clark the worst news of his life and 2) to remind him of his humanity. To remind him he's Clark at his core, because what he's about to see will shake those very foundations.

There’s nothing they can do. No medevac, Clark can’t take her anywhere. She will die, and it’s a certain thing. Lois just needs to see Clark. She needs to be able to say goodbye.

Bruce is both their friends and that’s what makes it worse. The weight of that grief -- grief for Clark, but also Lois because she is his friend too. He loves her, too, in a completely different way. And now he’s watching another person he loves die in front of him and he can’t stop it.

[riality-check]

Eddie Munson is a starving man. There is a table full of food within arm's reach. Every time he reaches for it, it moves back.

Eddie sees the girls in their boyfriends' varsity jackets. He sees the boys with their hands in their girlfriends' back pockets. That used to tempt him before he learned to stop wanting.

Wanting that, at least.

There is a beautiful boy in front of him. He has skin covered in constellations and a laugh like a clear bell. His hair is soft and his eyes are soft and his words are soft when he speaks to Eddie.

Eddie does not reach for him. He knows he will just move back.

This is another thing Eddie does not get to have. He does not get to kiss his skin or treasure that laugh. He does not get to touch his hair or be seen with love in those eyes or hear the words he wants to.

If Eddie reaches, he will pull back. Or he will spit fire, spit those words Eddie knows he used to say.

(Does he still say them?)

Eddie has not taught himself to stop wanting this. Yet.

(He does not know if he can.)

Everything is right in front of him. Eddie could have it, if he weren't himself.

[carlyraejepsans]

anyway ghost trick rules