#because my dad has a thing for motorcycles and therefore i do too

[leclercsbf]

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#🚩 #been thinking of getting into motogp #because my dad has a thing for motorcycles and therefore i do too #and it just looks so INSANE what do you MEAN they’re that close to the ground what do you MEAN they’re exposed while racing #so fucking hard not having a favorite team or favorite player though #the last time i didn’t have a favorite before fully getting into a sport was when i started watching the nba #it was during heat’s glory days and after that i just followed lebron wherever he fucking went basically #(also picked up kevin love along the way but yeah) #i’ve basically forgotten what it’s like trying to figure out a favorite #how does one even DO it #anyway this is what the f1 break does to a person #(this and questioning career paths apparently)

[physicalee-tired]

It’s time… STARDEW VALLEY TK HEADCANONS!!

I’m not gonna lie to you… it’s just the bachelors lmao. Anyways~

So Shane right? Dad bod? Dad bod. And everyone knows his squishy tummy is also so so sensitive to raspberries it’s not even (it totally is) funny. He shrieks if you blow even a small one.

However unless you are his s/o or a really close friend you’re gonna get your shit rocked if you even poke him in a sensitive spot 😭. The only exception being Jas who has totally tried waking him up with tickles before. Granted he nearly threw her off the first time but he caught himself and just curled into a ball.

Dr. Harvey has insane Luigi energy. It’s probably been said before but I can’t help myself he’s Luigi coded 💀. Anyways, ticklish ears.

if someone tries to be discreet and whisper something to him he will make a silly “haauggg”-ish noise before ducking away and giggling slightly. He’ll apologize and blush slightly at how unprofessional that was and continue albeit with a lot more distance between himself and the other person

Alex… one part of me thinks his toxic masculinity makes him think being ticklish is weak and childish while the other part of me thinks he’s touch starved/never really knew a gentle touch and therefore likes it but refuses to admit it and instead uses it to tease and playfully bully others. Y’know what, both.

y’know how when you try to tickle someone and the second your hands get too close to their armpits they clamp up immediately? That’s Alex. And no matter how much you tease “You know my hands are just trapped here right? This isn’t gonna help you~” he will just stay that way until he winds up on the floor silently laughing because A) he physically is unable to move his arms up and B) He’s too stubborn to admit defeat.

That being said he would totally ask his s/o (or extremely close friend) to help him “train” the ticklishness out of him… although it’s also an excuse to be tickled.

To my Elliot fans… I’m sorry I can’t think of anything really, I’m gonna be real honest with you I almost completely forgot about him 💀.

The closest to an idea for Elliot I can get is that he has no problems gently tickling his s/o but he cannot stand getting tickled because it makes him feel unrefined 😭.

Sam. Oh this sweet sweet golden retriever has total switch energy. If it wasn’t for my weakness for Emo boys I would have married this Vash the Stampede look alike.

Anyways, the man has mad switch energy and since he has a little brother he totally knows that tickling can be a weapon. That being said if he learned its a reward for you it’s even better. Sam plays guitar so he by default is good with his hands… take that as you will.

Honestly his feet are his worst spot which is unfortunate since Sam not only loves to sleep but is a messy sleeper. Which means one foot will usually always be hanging outside his blanket which is just perfect in case Vincent wants to be a little shit and sit on his brothers legs and wake him up that way. Unlike Shane, Sam has no restraint and has kicked Vincent off the bed.

I saved the best for last. Sebastian my beloved. My Emo king 😭.

First things first, he doesn’t like being tickled… or so you think. Giving him a playful poke to his ribs will make him jump and turn to glare at you before rubbing the spot soothingly. However if you do it again he just tries not to react until he’s just quietly holding himself and covering his mouth to muffle his silly little giggling. Then it hits you he hasn’t told you to stop once.

He works on his motorcycle and that takes some strength and skill therefore, like Sam, he’s also good with his hands… his hands are also always cold although he doesn’t feel it.

While I think his back is a really bad spot he reacts the same way if you tickle him really gently anywhere.

(Also this is mostly thirst but his tummy is very smooth and perfect for just gently tracing shapes with your nails or pressing little butterfly kisses °//w//°. He doesn’t mind either he just giggles into his hoodie and tries not to squirm too much)

#stardew tickles #stardew valley tickles #SDV Sebastian #SDV alex #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sdv sam #tk headcanons

[the-firebird69]

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=%23&ved=2ahUKEwiBm8KWjOL-AhVei7AFHSZpAZYQ8TV6BAgQEAI&usg=AOvVaw0VTJzWxrN8ZFOD4xbU2nov

This song is extremely intense but it happened and this man was running and threatening and threatening Tommy f opened his mouth as a higher up he was talking to one of the creators of this massive AI program and AI computer system that others were using power from there's clan in my clan other than Dave and George and came up with their own the computers are monitoring they heard him say something very potent it was to try and weaken there loyalty to their masters but Dave and George my dad would hope that he would do that now they have insurance which might be a bit out of control and the clan sent it out in the form of the Terminator movie and probably made it safe cards like that so if they're out the computer has to watch over them if they're not it has to try and retrieve them and wake them up. So that's the first hypothesis I have the second ties into it where these people don't have the ability to be as precise as necessary to build chips that are thousands of miles long even if they copied Max techniques and I hear them excited that they can't replicate therefore there's a good chance that our clans are sitting pretty in The matrix but didn't want me to mention it could get the matrix for me to being destroyed. The chances of all those Stone chips being built is impossible from the 80s to now lots of the text didn't exist like the stone granted he has a huge Force but they're not intelligent so if you didn't store stuff properly and understand okay but there's other factors involved meaning in the game destiny one in destiny 2 get off planet in starcraft Warcraft and Warhammer you have planet I am your mega laser light computer is designed to go into Titan and the planet was lasers would disabled now their operational again. Someone could conquer these problems but building things is a difficult job I suggest you look at Tommy f and how is building things at perini and Turner and I hear mostly perini

Zues

Wow that was a lot I do hear why

Hera

Used to build at perini using our forces so now I understand something he's probably doing that too and we're working with George and we're in the matrix all sudden I do see something these people are trapped in there but his clan and hers they have notified of us of that fact when a certain point has been reached so we are going to look at this again and if Tommy f is taken over and his building is somehow we want to figure out how when he was in the shop making the motorcycles he had a ton of questions everyday lots of questions for the same thing even Paul Senior said stop asking me that one it's going to be code or something you ask me 20 times this week. When did he asked me something five times so I came over I said put this on here it was very simple and said why can't you remember that and said I'm trying to figure out if you remember it and what it was was he couldn't figure out which way it goes on and a friend he would figure it out in a couple seconds is a huge time difference and these people are giants and it makes sense it's a Giants and they could have been clones and they could be in giant form and my grand nephew says they know where the matrix facilities are all I had to do is eliminate the monitoring systems and they're very large they can accumulate charge and Tom yes says the commercial I had a problem with that so now we're going to try and figure out what happened when he was getting shot and who it was because it may have been George

Mac

[cowboyjen68]

What are your thoughts on gender neutral parenting?

This is the question I have next up. I have 30 minutes before I need to be on the Farm making kettle korn after a long, hot day yesterday of landscaping for a little side money. So here is goes My parents raised me in a sort of gender neutral way.. without awareness of it. This we the late 60's and early 70's. I still was praised for being "pretty in a dress" and told to smile because "I have such a pretty one". My mom wanted me to get perms and she always, always said when I was leaving to go anywhere, "don't be loud." (As a youngster I was very loud and outgoing. I tamed a bit as I got older, pretended I was shy so I didn't have to hide being a lesbian so hard.. just stay in the background.) But they also encouraged me to play with whatever I loved, to run around out side “GO OUTSIDE!!”, to be very independent, often riding my horses for hours without contact. They gave me chores from helping in the kitchen to cleaning the garage. They didn’t quell my passion for being rough and tumble AT HOME... in public mom tried a little harder to get me to settle and be more passive. They mostly let me dress in what I wanted except for fancy occasions like weddings and out to dinner with Uncle Jerry from Chicago. They did not force gendered things on me all the time for two main reasons. My sister (who is straight) was very independent and head strong. She did what she wanted and they figured I would too. AND my siblings were 17, 20 and 23 years OLDER than me. They were tired. They were over it. So they didn’t fight me on what I liked. (And dad was HAPPY to have help on the acreage since they moved there on my behalf to get horses and let me be more wild). When I told my mom, at 12, I wanted to be a boy she told me I did not (colorful description of why not... and not flattering to the male body) then said "what do you really want". I wanted to do what boys did. So she said "do it.. talk to your father". I did. He had been bypassing me in favor of the neighbor boys on manual labor since I was 9. He thought I was not interested. From then on, chainsaw, mowing, (not just the easy parts) hay, oil changes, and such. When he was dying he told me to take his belt, "good leather last you a life time and you pass it to your kids" and he made sure I got his "wedding suit". A brown 1970's 3 piece JC Penny suit that he wore for every "suit" occasion since he retired in the late 80's. He said I would look good in it. Mom was way more into making sure I followed the rules of my sex and the gender society applied to that. She was concerned I would not fit in, would have a hard time, or be bullied for not conforming to the expectations of females. Women=feminine. Which is odd considering she played softball, was known to be very bold and outspoken (there are stories worth telling there). She bowled, always worked full time and managed the financials of the house. She shared cooking with dad. Her worry came from a mom knowing her kid was different and if she could lesson that "oddity" she could protect me. OF course.. a butch in a dress is still a butch and everyone who can see knows it. So gender neutral parenting. It is a great theory. It should be a thing. When I say gender I mean the set of stereotypes and societal expectations placed on us because of our sex. The engrained response to gender is little girls get pink and teddy bears and little boys get blue and trucks. Most parents don't even realize (there have been studies) that they do it. They tell a little girl in boys clothes "you are so strong and tough" and a little boy in a dress "aren't you just precious and pretty... boys will love you". They are using visually gendered clues to determine the sex and therefore the gender and ROLES this child is supposed to abide by. Not just abide by but thrive on. Praise for following the rules. And kids figure that out very quickly. Little girls stop trying "hard or dirty" tasks and little boys stop being tender with a doll or each other because they don't earn praise for those behaviors. Unfortunately no matter how perfectly neutral a parent (or family) is the world exists. Day care, the park, grandparents, cousins and on and on also affect this child's view of themselves in the world. Gender Neutral purity can be dangerous. You child will get into the real world and be hit with reality. We are expected to follow certain rules based on our sex and not doing so can cause issues at school, jobs, summer camps etc if that child does not have an idea about what is happening. Gender awareness parenting is much more important once the child is past the stage of being only with mom and dad. Actively speaking to your son about the benefits of dolls (sesame street has a short clip about this and IT IS STILL amazing). Speaking to your daughter about what she loves and encouraging that. If a little girl loves pink and dolls GO FOR IT> Parenting is NOT and never should be a political statement. DO NOT use your chld to prove your wokeness on gender. If your little boy likes motorcycles and buzz cuts don’t make him grow long hair and ride a pink bike because “color is not gendered” Kids should be encouraged to love and pursue what they love not what their parents want or think they shouldwant  in order to make a statement. I am going to repeat that. Kids should never be a statement of their parent’s political wokeness. Kids are people.. they deserve to love what they are passionate about. THAT Is the core idea behind gender neutral parenting.  You can’t send your kid, unarmed and unaware in to a world still very flush with gendered jobs, clothes, actions, hobbies etc based on their sex and expect them to just blindly power through. Actively educating kids to understand gender expectations and empowering them to do as they please is parenting at it’s finest. A child kept in the dark about the reality of the bad effects gender roles has on each one of us can be dangerous. They need to be actively involved in making decisions to keep themselves safe, to understand why gender exists and to let them choose when and where to push back.

#gender #parenting #gender neutral parenting #children #opinion

[qqueenofhades]

Everytime I read "Nicolo di Genova" my brain glitches and I read "Nicolo do Genovia" instead so /whispers/ Kaysanova Princess Diaries AU?

...yes. Did someone say Gay Champagne Romcom? Because that is my Brand.

Nicolò is an Italian-American graduate student living in New York City with his widowed Italian mother and working on an engineering degree at NYU. He was thinking about joining the priesthood for a few years and recently dropped out of seminary and is feeling that Millennial Crisis that all of us know about. He has gone on a few Tinder/Grindr dates, but it’s hard enough to meet someone in this city even when you’re not a gay ex-priest engineering student living in his mother’s rent-controlled apartment in Morningside Heights because have you seen the property prices in New York. Plus WHENEVER he brings a nice boy home, HEY PRESTO there’s his mom waiting eagerly up in the front room, “NICOLÒ WHO IS THIS HANDSOME YOUNG MAN, DOES HE HAVE GOOD PARENTS, IS HE A CATHOLIC NICOLÒ” and of course that instantly kills any kind of romantic mood. Nicolò is like “let’s just go over to yours PLEASE.” But he tends not to see his dates again anyway, and it’s equally depressing, and it’s nice that his mom isn’t homophobic or anything, but he’d like to just meet someone without his mother instantly planning the Big Fat Gay Italian Wedding, and yes he knows this is a nice problem to have but STILL

Anyway, then of course the Dead Dad Circus rolls into town, and Nicolò learns that he’s not actually the son of a nice hardworking Italian immigrant, but of His Serene Highness Prince Domenico Grimaldi of Genovia, who wouldn’t you know it, has recently died too young from cancer and left no legitimate heir except the result of his rebellious teen fling with a cocktail waitress in Capri – which would be, you guessed it, Nicolò. While Nicolò is still processing the horrifying mental image of his mother being a cocktail waitress in Capri and having to look up Genovia on a map, the rest of the royal machine is kicking into overdrive. This involves a very awkward meeting in a very fancy Manhattan hotel with Nicolò’s magnificent but rather out-of-touch royal grandmother, Her Serene Highness The Queen Mother Maria Elisabetta Henrietta Julia Victoria Mignonette Grimaldi of Genovia. She’s basically Julie Andrews because obviously. She informs Nicolò of his Solemn Duty to return to Genovia and become Prince Nicolò and eventually be prepared to take the throne and submit to a fascinating life of minor European royal family ribbon-cutting duties. Oh, and getting married and producing more heirs to the throne, on pain of breaking a thousand-year-old bloodline, though she doesn’t say this out loud. Her loyal right-hand man, driver, and general bodyguard/fixer/man about town, Sebastien le Livre aka Booker, gives Nicolò various sympathetic looks but does not interrupt.

Nicolò obviously freaks out and runs off to call up his best friend at NYU, Andy. Andy is some indeterminate degree of years older than him, in some indeterminable stage of her Classics PhD, and sometimes says weird things like how badly the Library of Alexandria had already been defunded by the Roman emperors before it finally burned, like she was there and holds a personal grudge about it. She is a cranky vodka-drinking lesbian who rides a motorcycle, gets them into periodic scrapes, and understands his shit dating life. She deeply empathizes with all his “I’m not going to run away and leave my life in New York to become part of some creakingly antique regressive imperial monarchic system of racist and homophobic oppression, NO SIR!” Fight the power, Nicolò. Fuck those guys.

Of course, however, Julie Andrews Grandmother Maria prevails and Nicolò is forced to take Prince Lessons, which he hates but tries to be a good sport about, because, well, he’s Nicolò and he’s a good person. He is then whisked off on a private plane to Genovia, because they want to see him in situ before they make a final decision on accepting him as their prince. There of course we have the high-life palaces and parks and snooty clueless aristocrats who look at Nicolò like he’s a prize racehorse and have absolutely zero clue, none, nada, about the real world. Just as Nicolò is about to firmly decide that this is a complete crock of shit and he’s going back to NYU, he meets….

Prince Yusuf “call me Joe” al-Kaysani.

Joe is a minor member of one of the Middle Eastern royal families, some fictional tiny Gulf kingdom that is super SUPER oil rich. He has a title and a lot of money but doesn’t have a clearly defined role in the family, other than that he’s been ordered not to embarrass it. Nicky does not know this when they first meet, but obviously it’s not possible to be an out gay prince in a conservative Arabian-peninsula Islamic kingdom, and therefore the fixers have arranged for Joe to be publicly dating a daughter of the Malaysian sultan, Quynh. (We are making her Malaysian in this instance so she can also be Muslim and hence an appropriate match for Joe.) Except Princess Quynh is also hella lesbian and is getting the same thing out of the fake dating with Joe that he is, i.e. throwing people off the scent of their real selves. They spend their time together in private eating popcorn, commiserating about their lives and crazy royal families and the press invading their privacy, watching romcoms, and Judging the Straights. They’re actually best friends and text each other all the time, so at the royal function where Joe runs into the stiff and nervous and clearly overcompensating New Guy who’s evidently the New Prince of Genovia, and oh my god Q he’s the Most stuck up person I’ve EVER MET, Quynh is the first to hear ALL about it. She immediately suspects that Joe doth protest too much.

Meanwhile, Nicky meets Nile Freeman, another young American (from Chicago, obvs) who is working at some important EU institution currently headquartered in Genovia. They also hit it off and Nile tells Nicky about the things she wants to do to help change the world and why she’s here, and he is moved by her kindness and altruism and remembers that that was what he wanted too, and why he joined the priesthood in the first place. He opens up to her about the shock of learning the truth about his now-dead dad and the crazy whirlwind he’s been sucked into and how he doesn’t know what to do, and their friendship is beautiful and we love it.

Meanwhile, of course, Nicky and Joe keep running into each other and getting on each other’s nerves, Nicky is thisclose to calling up Booker and ordering him to deport Joe because why is he always here (Booker, of course, will eventually become a secret ally in helping them see each other, but that is not quite yet). There is some Shenanigan where they end up both getting into trouble, Grandmother Julie Andrews is not amused, and finally they are forced to sit next to each other for a whole state dinner and Be Polite, because Genovia is trying to forge better relations with Joe’s kingdom. (Genovia is tiny, ancient, and broke, Joe’s kingdom has obviously a ton of money, there are old historical ties between them, some Genovians traveled to the kingdom in the past, Genovia’s trying to improve its human rights record and take in more refugees, etc. Nile is also helping with this last). So Nicky and Joe get ordered to fake a highly convincing bromance and pretend they’ve been best buddies all along (think Red White and Royal Blue) and that means they have to actually learn about each other and spend time together and ugh, he’s a spoiled rich playboy brat, and ugh, he’s a clueless American who thinks he’s better than us, and…

Oh no.

Yes, of course they fall in love, they deny it as hard as they can, Nile and Quynh and Booker are all increasingly exasperated by their attempts to pretend they’re not, and finally they kiss and make love and admit their feelings and that they want to be together. Then of course they get outed by some scheming evil cabinet minister (Merrick) who doesn’t want Nicky to become king and disapproves of him dating (gasp) a MUSLIM WHO IS ALSO A MAN, and there’s a huge scandal and a ton of drama and the usual Romcom Breakup Angst as they decide whether they can still see each other. Andy flies out to Genovia to comfort Nicky, Booker has a Word With The Queen, and Joe hides in his room until Quynh (along with Nile, who she’s met and hit it off with) appears to tell him that he has to be brave, she’ll help.

Anyway, etc etc., Drama, “I love him no matter what, if you don’t accept him you don’t accept me and your STUPID BLOODLINE CAN CHOKE” speeches from Nicky, Julie Andrews sees the light, they decide that Nicky and Joe can keep seeing each other, and it’s all rather sweet. There’s a lot of public relations to be managed and whether Joe’s family is going to disown him and what this will mean for the whole international relations thing, but… one thing at a time.

Nicky agrees to become Prince of Genovia as long as he can be with Joe, Joe decides that hey, he likes Nile too and there’s plenty of meaningful work to be had here and the three of them can join forces to do good things and he’s going to stay, and the Genovian public obviously comes around and loves them. Nobody can find Princess Quynh. It’s rumored she ran off to America with a cranky vodka-drinking PhD student of indeterminate age and was last seen on the back of a motorcycle heading west.

Everyone lives happily and gayly ever after.

The End.

#the old guard fanfiction #joe x nicky #kaysanova #anonymous #ask

[feirceangel]

Imagine | A Baby? (David)

Imagine David having to raise you.

Requested by @Davidsmate24 on Wattpad.

~

The night started as normal, the boys hanging around the boardwalk until they grew hungry. So, they tracked down a few unsuspecting people and feasted.

Of course, something unexpected happened.

When David was about to attack a woman, she screamed, "No, Y/n! Don't hurt her!"

David, naturally, paid her outburst no mind and drained her of blood.

Then, he heard a cry.

A baby's cry.

This was not good. The Lost Boys never hurt children: it was just an unspoken rule. David frowned as he investigated the noise.

He discovered a babe wrapped in a soft f/c blanket lying by a bunch of bags on the ground. This must be the 'Y/n' that the lady was screaming about.

Paul, Marko, and Dwayne come beside him and stare down at the child.

"What are we gonna do?" Marko asks, tilting his head.

David cusses, "I have no idea."

~

Long story short, they took you in and began raising you as their own.

It wasn't easy for them to get accustomed to you.

~

David stares at the screaming kid with irritation etched into his features. "What the hell is wrong with it?!"

At his tone, she begins to cry out again, louder this time. He runs a gloved hand through his hair and breathes out heavily.

Dwayne speaks up, "Maybe she's hungry?"

"Marko, food," David demands.

Marko frowns, "What do babies eat?"

"I don't know, think of something!" David growls, sending the younger vampire scampering away.

The child watches the curly blond leave before wailing again.

"Ugh, make it stop!" He seethes, glaring at the nuisance.

"Maybe pick it up?" Paul suggests.

David curls his lip, "No way. You hold it."

"Hey, it's not my responsibility."

"Why is it my responsibility?"

"Because you killed its mom."

Dwayne intervenes, "Can you stop calling her an it? She has a name."

"What was it again?"

Dwayne sighs, "Y/n."

"Oh right."

David, having enough of the crying, finally bends down and scoops the child into his arms.

To everyone's surprise, Y/n stops crying.

Marko walks in, holding up a bag, "I found some baby food!"

"Finally," David sighs, and hands the kid over to Marko and Dwayne. Although he'd never admit it, he actually liked holding the baby in his arms.

~

Eventually, you grew into a cute toddler. Marko and Paul loved playing with you and teaching you knew things, like how to speak and walk and draw, while Dwayne was determined to teach you the alphabet and simple math.

David was like the overseer, and somehow your favourite out of all the boys. He would read to you and show you cool 'magic' tricks and tuck you into bed each morning.

The boys all grew attached to you, and loved you as much as they would have their own flesh and blood.

~

When you discovered that the boys were vampires, you were unaffected, having not understood what vampires were in the first place. They told you when you were younger, so that it wouldn't be such a shock.

They told you that you could turn when you were eighteen, which seemed so far away at the time.

Currently, at seventeen years of age, you've become a bit of a rebel. Therefore, it's been harder for the boys to keep you out of trouble.

You sneak out during the middle of the day to explore Santa Carla without the boys watching your every move. You've even been hanging around the comic book shop much to the annoyance of David.

He's become so protective of you, demanding that you stop seeing Edgar and Alan, claiming that they're 'dangerous'.

You can understand where he's coming from, seeing as the Frog brothers are determined self proclaimed vampire hunters. The fact that you're going to turn into a vampire in a few months would make them hate you.

David hates waking up to find you missing, although you always leave notes to tell him where you are.

Paul and Marko usually feed your rebellious side, being the fun uncles of the group. Dwayne is more of the calm, but still cool, uncle.

David, on the other hand, is your father figure, having taken up the mantle when he 'found' you on the beach.

You even call him 'dad' sometimes.

In the best sense, you and the Lost Boys make a tightly knit family, willing to do anything for each other.

~

You enter the comic book shop with a smile, sunlight pouring in after you. Edgar and Alan look up from the books in their hands to return the smile.

"Hey, guys, what's up?"

Alan crosses his arms and leans against the counter, "Not much. It's been quiet lately."

"No vampires?" You tease, a sly smirk forming on your lips. Deep inside, you're terrified that one day they'll find what they've been looking for.

If they did find out the Lost Boys' secret, there's no doubt that they would try something foolish.

You really don't want that to happen.

Edgar glares at you, "Not yet, but we're ready."

"I know that. You and your crosses and garlic."

Alan adds, "Don't forget the holy water."

You roll your eyes, but cringe on the inside. Holy water is the only thing that can actually harm the boys, apart from sunlight.

Relax, they have no clue.

Sitting on the counter next to Alan, you look at the fading sunlight. You snuck out before sunset to throw off the Frog's suspicion, just in case.

"What are you doing tonight, Y/n?"

You turn to Alan and shrug, "No idea. Probably just hang around here, if that's okay?"

"Got nothing better to do?" Edgar questions.

"Jeez, now that I think of it, I've got dinner with the Queen! How could I forget that?" You laugh, "What do you think, Eddie?"

Alan suggests, "We could always go to that concert, close up shop early.

"Ooh, yes! I wanted to catch that concert! It's gonna be awesome!"

You look to Edgar with wide puppy dog eyes, "C'mon, what'd you say?"

He doesn't say anything, simply sighs and nods. You laugh in victory and leap up, "Let's go, losers!"

~

The concert is amazing!

You've been to a bunch of different concerts before, but never with the Frog brothers. They kinda just stand there and maybe nod along, but it's nice to be with friends.

In the distance, you hear motorcycles revving.

Crap. I hope they don't ruin everything.

You nudge Edgar, "We should head back."

"Why?" He frowns in confusion.

"It's nothing, let's just go."

You push through the crowd on your way to the shop. As you break free from the swarm of people, a different group blocks your way.

An angry David leads them.

"Oh, uh, heya Pops," you mumble, looking downwards. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Where were you?" He asks.

"Out."

"I know that, I want to know where you were."

You gulp. Technically, you're not supposed to be hanging around the Frog brothers.

"I was around. I went to the concert."

Just then, two familiar brothers arrive behind you, "These guys bothering you?"

"No-" you start to say, but a glare from David silences you.

"The Frogs," the head vampire growls with a smile.

This is not good

"Why are you hanging around my daughter?" He takes a drag from his cigarette.

Edgar and Alan freeze. They hadn't known about you're fatherly attachment to David.

"Daughter?" Edgar asks disbelievingly.

He nods.

They look to you and you nod, "Yeah, this is my adopted dad, David. David, you know Edgar and Alan."

"You're one of them!" Edgar accuses. He's been suspecting the Lost Boys of being murderous vampires for some time.

"No!" At your outburst, David frowns dangerously. "I mean, kind of. I don't know," you try to explain.

Alan scoffs and starts to walk away, "Don't bother coming back to the shop. You're not welcome."

Your heart breaks as they leave.

Tears fall from your face as Marko wraps you in a warm embrace, "It's okay, kid."

"It's not okay!" You yell, wrenching away from them.

You run to the beach, away from it all. The silence is a welcomed experience. You turn when you sense a presence.

"David, why did you do that?!"

"You have to realize that they don't care about you! You know what they'd do if they knew for a fact that you were raised by vampires?! They'd kill you, Y/n. This is for the best."

You hate to admit it, but he's right. You hate it when he's right.

He hands you a cigarette and lights it for you, "I'm sorry, hun. I know you wanted to be their friend."

"They're the only ones who wanted anything to do with me."

"Not true," David chastises, "Marko, Paul, and Dwayne love hanging with you."

"It's not the same."

He sighs heavily, "You're right. We're your family: we're never gonna run away like that, no matter what."

You hiccup, trying to stop the tears. He draws you close and hugs you, "Love you, sweetie."

"Love you too, dad."

#the lost boys #80s movies #x reader #vampire #David #female reader #reader insert #fanfic #lost boys #frogs #Alan #Edgar

[sortasirius]

Programing The Winter Soldier

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, heavy angst, this is seriously big sad hours

AN: This is so very sad and I definitely cried writing it lmao.  I love Bucky Barnes so much. 

Pairing: Steve/Bucky

Words: 3873

Read it on AO3 here

January 23, 1945

General,

Sgt. Barnes has undergone an initial mind wipe.  Dr. Zola has succeeded in attaching the weapon to his shoulder.  He has been put in the cryo-chamber as a test, and after some initial pain it looks as though it has worked.

We will begin reprogramming shortly.

Longing

Bucky wakes up in pain.  His arm hurts.  After a few moments of long, deep breaths where he decides he’s not, in fact, dead, he tries, experimentally, to move his fingers.  To his relief, he finds he can, but something feels different, wrong.  The clicking in his index finger, from where he had broken it when he was twelve defending Steve from some guy he had tried to fight in an alley after the creep had tried to grab at a woman on the street, was gone.  The pain is gone there too, in fact he can’t feel anything below the burning where his shoulder meets something cold, something foreign.

He tries to look around, but it’s pitch black wherever he is.  It’s also brutally fucking cold.  He shivers violently, trying to get away from whatever cold metal is touching his skin, but no matter how far he leans, he can’t seem to get away from it.

Suddenly, without warning, fluorescent lights above him burst into life, and Bucky screws his eyes up against the sudden brightness.  Blinking away the mild pain, he sees a man he vaguely recognizes coming toward him.  He’s a shorter man, wearing round glasses…

Like another switch flipped, Bucky suddenly remembers this man, remembers a saw taken to the shattered remains of his arm, remembers being tied down, with a rag stuffed in his mouth to keep him from biting off his own tongue.  He remembers the arm that doesn’t belong to him attached to his left side.  He remembers throwing someone across the room as though he was weightless.

“Sergeant Barnes,” the man looks him up and down, ignoring the way Bucky shied openly away from his gaze, “Let us begin.”

They don’t release Bucky from the restraints while the doctor, Zola, measures him from head to toe, has him flex his new arm, takes his blood pressure and heart rate, checks him for infection.  He only occasionally stops to speak to an assistant, who all keep their distance from Bucky, or say something in German to a soldier watching everything.  He makes Bucky watch a grainy video of ever-changing shapes, and sticks him painfully with a needle whenever he tries to look away.

“Now Sergeant,” Zola addresses him after nearly an hour of poking and prodding, “Can you tell me a memory of yours?”

Bucky doesn’t even consider, just says the first thing that comes into his brain.  Whatever this guy wants, it’s going to be easiest to just give it to him.

“Steve and I were walking along Rockaway beach two years ago.  I remember it was nearly dusk, summer, we were watching the sunset and Steve brought some bread to feed the birds.  I remember they were swarming us, you show them any kind of food and they all come swooping in.  Steve kept laughing because they were trying to land on me.  I remember the smile on his face and his eyes matched the water.  It was the first time he really laughed since his mother had died.  He told me later that he really needed that laugh.”

Zola looks at one of his assistants and gestures to the red book on the table next to him.

“First word: Longing.”

March 10, 1945

General,

We have had limited success reprogramming Barnes so far.  Zola has been working extensively with him, and while we are now seeing less incidents of outward aggression to staff or soldiers, his rate of noncompliance has skyrocketed.

Please advise on any alternate methods we should attempt.

Rusted

Bucky tries not to think about his new normal, but the repetition of each day makes that difficult.

Each morning, he’s awoken by a prison alarm and the instantaneous switching on of all the lights in his cell, followed immediately by his first meal of the day served through a slot in the door.  Steel door, reinforced, at least four feet thick.  Even the new arm doesn’t make much of a dent in it, though he’s tried.  God knows, he’s tried.

After breakfast he’s led to the combat cage where he meets with Zola, before being led through drills that he must comply with.  Noncompliance leads to pain.  Stepping out of line leads to pain.  Not eating leads to pain.  Not answering a question leads to pain.  His whole life revolves around inflicting pain and trying not to get pain inflicted on him.

On bad days, when he’s been too slow or asked one too many questions, they wipe him before lunch.  He wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy.  There is nothing else to say.  It’s beyond unbearable.

On good days, they’d give him lunch and Zola would run his usual tests.  Ask him about a memory, ask him about his family, his parents, his sister, his friends.  For some reason, it always came back to Steve.  Every time, no matter how Bucky tried to steer his brain away from him, it always came back to Steve.

This time he tells Zola about an old motorcycle they had rescued from the junkyard one summer.  It was more scrap metal than anything, rusted out from the wind and the rain and the New York winter it had suffered through outdoors, but they had scraped together pennies from odd jobs and had gotten it to run again.  It was a blast, to go zipping through the streets of Brooklyn in the dead of night, looking for trouble or whatever they could find, having to stop what felt like every ten minutes to fix some part that had fallen off or sprung a leak.  A total hassle, but totally worth it.

After his tests, Zola would send him back to the unnamed soldier who was responsible for his physical activity, this time to put him against enemies.  In the beginning, Bucky would refuse to fight them, but in his new quest of not putting himself through more pain if he could help it, he had started obeying the commands given to him, even if that meant using the strange attachment to his body that he hated looking at, that was welded to his skin, the burned and tortured flesh above it just a reminder that he used to be fully human.

After his second round of drills, they either send him to bed and give him dinner an hour later, or they put him in cryo.  He longs for the cold metal of the room they keep him in on the nights when he goes to cryo.

It’s the same every single day.

Zola starts saying a new word to him: Rusted.

May 7, 1945

General,

After three weeks, Barnes’ hunger strike has ended.  He can barely stand anymore, let alone lift the arm, but he is willing to eat.  Zola has suggested that we put him back in cryo and get his weight up so he can at least stand.  Your suggestion of a controlled shock each time he refused to eat worked perfectly, we always appreciate your input in the construction of our new weapon.

Seventeen

They let him out of cryo after what they tell him is four weeks.  When he looks down at himself, he can’t see his ribs or the sharp definition of his hipbones anymore.  They make sure he can stand, that he can punch, that he can shoot a gun.  They work on the strength of the punch.  Zola is angry that it’s been weakened.

The hunger strike was a stupid idea, it was too much like what Steve would have done, and Bucky would never be Steve, or be with Steve, no matter how much he would like to.

His body is littered with burn marks from the shocks they gave him when he wouldn’t eat, and Bucky winces at the memory of the pain, the memory of his body seizing up and being outside his control.  He supposes he should be used to the out-of-control thing by now, but he isn’t, he can’t, because then he’d really have lost.

Bucky hates cryo, he hates cryo almost more than he hates the mind wipe, because at least when his mind was wiped he could still dream.  They couldn’t control what he dreamed about, and they didn’t know what he dreamed about.  Rather, they never asked him what he dreamed about, therefore they didn’t know.

Bucky thinks about his last dream, the one where he and Steve were on a beach somewhere.  Not the Northeast, somewhere tropical, maybe California.  They have their toes in the sand and Steve remarks that the sand is so hot here, how do people walk on sand this hot?

“Sergeant Barnes,” Zola breaks him out of his thoughts, “Tell me why you stopped eating.”

Bucky looks up at him, he’s so tired.  He doesn’t want to fight anymore but he has to, the skinny little kid from Brooklyn with blue eyes and a blinding smile would want him to.

“When I was seventeen my family couldn’t afford food for the week,” the words pour out of him of their own volition, and he’s too tired to stop them, “Dad was out of work, we were desperate.  Steve and his mom brought over dinner and made us keep the leftovers.  It was a pot roast, best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t want to be a weapon.  I don’t want to be your weapon.”

Zola leans back and considers him.  A smile spreads across his face.

“What you want doesn’t matter.  It never did.”

Bucky wants to hit him with the weapon on his left.  He wants it more than anything.  But he can’t.  He’s not allowed.  He really just is a lapdog for them now.

Zola adds a word the next day: Seventeen.

June 15, 1945

General,

It has been noted recently that Barnes is unwilling to lash out or attack any combatants that fit the following profile: blond, blue eyes, male.  Zola has insisted this weakness is an asset in his reprogramming and that it will not last.  We have brought in two soldiers that match this profile at Zola’s request, I will report any findings.

Daybreak

He’s not Steve, Bucky tells himself over and over as the handsome blond solider smiles at him when he brings him his dinner.  They open the door now, just so Bucky can see the man clearly, just so he can see his smile and the slight edge to his light blue eyes.  They’re lighter than Steve’s but something in Bucky simply doesn’t care anymore.  The eyes were wrong but they were something he could cling to.  The hair was just a shade too dark but it reminded him of a different time.  The smile was just a little too wide, but he remembered one that was a little softer, a little more slanted.

“I remember watching the sun rise in Germany during the war,” Bucky tells Zola blankly in their meeting that day, so used to the stab of the needle in his skin that he doesn’t even feel it, “Steve told me his favorite time of day was this early in the morning, right at daybreak.  He told me that before, too, before he was Captain America, but we got to just sit quietly and watch it, watch the colors.  I don’t remember them.”

“Very good,” Zola stands, beckoning to the blond solider to take Bucky to his next assignment.

Bucky walks along silently, head held high as he approaches the cage, where a larger soldier is waiting for him, outfitted head to toe in combat gear.  Shouldn’t be a problem.

“Soldat,” Zola stares through the bars of the combat cage minutes later, where Bucky has paused, fist raised above the quivering man in front of him, “Don’t hesitate, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your audience.”

Bucky looks over to Zola, the blond soldier who smiled at him the night before is watching.

Zola’s right, he can’t disappoint him.

“New word,” Zola mutters as Bucky straightens up, shaking his hand to get rid of the red on the metal knuckles, “Daybreak.”

July 4, 1945

General,

Barnes had an unfortunate breakthrough during today’s training.  He seemed to remember something from prior to his fall and was unable to complete the mission set in front of him.  I am becoming frustrated with Zola, he insists that this is all part of the process, that to break a man down there will be moments of pure weakness, but Barnes is looking less and less like the man we thought he was.

Furnace

Steve is the only thing he thinks of when he has a clear mind anymore.

He doesn’t remember little details of his memory anymore, but he remembers Steve.  He doesn’t remember his birthday, but he knows when Steve’s is.  He doesn’t remember the smell of spring in Central Park, but he remembers the way Steve wore newspapers in his shoes.  No matter what, he knows Steve.

Zola knows this, he uses it against him.  Every day, the talks get longer, the punishments get more painful, and the amount of times he’s wiped go up.

“Tell me a memory,” it feels like Zola’s asked this a thousand times now.

“Steve’s furnace in his building broke last winter.  We had him over for two weeks until the landlord could be bothered to fix it.  Mom loves him so much, she would have him around all the time if he’d let her.  He always thinks he can do everything himself.”

“You speak of him as if he’s here.  Why?”

“I don’t know.”

That’s the truth.

Zola adds Furnace to the list of Bucky’s words.  He can feel himself slipping away every time they’re uttered.

August 12, 1945

General,

Thank you for your visit last week.  Your insight into our project is much appreciated.  I agree that we must continue to press on, we have no put so much man power and energy into the project it would be a shame to shut it down now.  Zola believes that we are close to a breakthrough, despite occasional noncompliance by Barnes.

Nine

It’s starting to get harder and harder to fight against the constant onslaught of change they were forcing on his mind.

He can’t dream anymore, so the cryo chamber at least lets him rest, because the only dreams he has are dark and shadowy.  He’s losing his already tenuous grip on himself, his memories becoming indistinct, with only a few bright spots left to cling to in his mind.

“Tell me a memory.”

It takes him a second to think of one.  He cowers as Zola stands over him.

“When I was nine we went on a field trip to the Met.  Steve made me read all the little cards next to the paintings, even though it made us lag behind everyone else.”

“Do you still think of him?”

Always.

“No.”

“Good.  Add Nine.”

September 1, 1945

General,

Zola chose to move forward with giving Barnes the news of Steve Rogers’ death last week.  So far, it has proven an excellent tactic in breaking his resolve.  After an initial disruption in his usual pattern of behavior (consisting of a violent outburst that left his entire holding cell destroyed followed by a complete emotional collapse), Barnes has been much more compliant in the process.

I believe we may be close to a breakthrough.

Benign

Bucky has been unmade, strand by strand, bit by bit, atom by atom, he has been unmade and put back together for the purposes of following orders, of being a human weapon of mass destruction.  There has been so much pain in his unmaking, so much unrelenting physical and mental pain from being ripped apart and put back together over and over and over again.

And yet, none of that pain was like the pain of knowing that Steve Rogers was dead.

Bucky would take it all over again, spend a thousand lifetimes in this room, in the cell, in the combat cage, in the cryo chamber, having his mind wiped like a problem on a chalkboard just so he could unlearn that Steve was dead.

Zola is the one that tells him.  He shows him a newspaper in English, then Russian, then German, all with the same headline: Captain America Dead!

Bucky feels like a feather caught in a windstorm, torn to shreds by the whipping downdraft of mother nature’s power, by the power of his own grief.

Bucky knows better than to move while Zola is in the room, but the second that he leaves, the rage, red, blind, hot, overtakes him, and he uses the weapon attached to him, which has become a part of him, to destroy everything he can.  The metal table, reinforced with steel, comes apart like wet paper in his hand.  He destroys the sink, leaving nothing but powdered ceramic and plumbing hookups behind.  He gouges marks into the walls with his fingers, he slams his arm onto the floor.  And then?  He collapses in the middle of the cold metal room with his cold metal arm, just a cold metal soldier who’s lost the only reason he wanted to get out of here, to stay who he was.

“Come on Buck, we don’t have to do this.”

“When was the last time we snuck into a Dodgers game?  It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Steve rolls his eyes, pausing as they waited to cross the street to cough into his jacket.  Bucky, almost subconsciously pats his jacket pockets.  Good, he’s got an extra one of Steve’s inhalers in case it’s a bad night for his asthma.

“Come on Steve,” Bucky nudges his shoulder as they approach the stadium, “I know it’s been hard recently, but hey, at least we have baseball.”

Steve laughs at that, and gives Bucky an almost radiant smile.  Whatever it was, it makes Bucky feel like he has the sun in his chest.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was a date,” Steve jokes as they sneak in behind an older couple, heading up to their favorite spot to watch the game.

“Who says it isn’t?” Bucky is glad his face is hidden in shadow as they make their way up the stairs of the stadium to the very back row, “But don’t think I’m gonna buy you a hotdog or anything.”

“Come on, what kind of girl pays for her own hotdog?” Steve winks at him, and Bucky can’t hide his wide smile at the words that settle themselves right in the middle of his beating heart.

“Soldat.  Stand up,” Zola’s voice comes through the speaker, and Bucky can’t comply, he tries, but he’s crushed by the weight of the loss of Steve Rogers, the only person that could pull him out of this, that could undo the work of HYDRA that had been inflicted on his mind and body.

He hears the stomping of boots outside the door, but he still can’t stand, he still can’t make himself be the good lapdog he’s supposed to be.  He’s broken, empty, unusable, unloveable.

“Steve,” Bucky gasps, not even thinking about fighting as the soldiers pull him up to standing.

Zola’s voice comes over the little speaker they have in the room, the one that Bucky couldn’t reach to rip to pieces.

“Next word: Benign”

October 29, 1945

General,

Zola had a long conversation with Barnes today.  The loss of Steve Rogers is still affecting him.  Zola tells me he has a plan, that our work is almost finished.

Homecoming

They take him to the combat cage again.  There’s someone waiting for him.

“We have a test for you today,” Zola swings the door open, and he sees that it’s the blond soldier who reminds him of Steve, tied up and bound and already bloody.

Bucky takes a step forward, staring at the terrified man.  He feels something, he can’t identify what it is.

“Tell me a memory.”

Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off of the soldier as he speaks.

“When Steve brought us back from the HYDRA base, they called it our homecoming.  I wasn’t used to him yet, him being taller than me, being okay with being the center of attention.  I wasn’t used to him being different.  But sometimes I saw flashes of the old Steve, when he looked at me, when he was drawing on a scrap of a napkin, when he made a joke that everyone laughed at.  And then, sometimes I thought he forgot about me.  He didn’t need me anymore.”

He looks down at the soldier.

“Kill him, soldat,” Zola tells him, “You don’t need him.  You never did.”

The cowering blond soldier might as well be Steve, Bucky can’t tell the difference anymore.  He snaps his neck anyway, pretending that he doesn’t feel the shattered remains of his heart split just a little bit more.

“New word: Homecoming.”

December 15, 1945

General,

Only a few more weeks I believe, Barnes has become more and more compliant, completing missions with ease and without hesitation.  We put him in front of a live target yesterday, the man captured at the border three weeks ago.  Barnes did not even seem to hear his pleas, even though we have been assured he can hear and understand them.

One

He kills easily now.  He does it without thinking.

“Tell me a memory.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Good.  Add One.”

January 23, 1946

General,

Congratulations.  The asset is ready to begin service.

Freight Car

The Winter Solider does not hesitate.  He does not disobey orders.  He pulls the trigger as easy as breathing.  He’s a ghost story, a legend, the new fist of HYDRA.

Zola speaks to him, he answers.  A soldier speaks to him, he answers.

“There is one last word to add,” Zola tells him, walking around where he stands, straight, like a steel rod.  He’s more metal than man now, anyway, “Tell me about the day you fell.”

“I ziplined onto a freight car.  I took out the targets.  I fell.  I was found by HYDRA.”

Steve was there.  He tried to save me.  We joked about Coney Island.  I miss him, I wish I was with him.  I wish I had died when I fell.  I wish I could just be Bucky.  I don’t want to be a weapon, I just want to be Bucky.

“Very good, soldat.  Final word: Freight Car.”

As each word is read, Bucky departs his mind, taken over by The Winter Solider.  Each word takes away a layer of memory, a layer of who he was, who he had fought so hard to stay.  Now it doesn’t take weeks of time, or months, to unmake him.  All it takes is ten words, ten words that connect him completely to Bucky Barnes, yet somehow, ten words that remove him altogether.

Zola finishes the list.  Bucky Barnes is long, long gone.

“Ready to comply.”

#stucky #my writing #stucky fanfic #mcu #not spn

[herstarburststories]

Batfam Headcanon: Pregnancy

✾ Request: Can I request a batfam headcanon? Batboys reactions when Kory says she’s pregnant of Mar’i. Btw love you page💕

✾ A/N: You teased me about dickkory, now you got a bible. That’s how it goes. Also, added Babs, Alfred and Bruce as bonus. And I’m glad you enjoy my work! Ps: I barely know Duke, tha’s why he doesn’t show up here.

✾ Disclaimer: Main relationship is Dick Grayson x Koriand’r. Mentions of Tim x Steph and Tim x Kon (kind of?). Check my Fandoms’ liist to see which Ships I’ll write for.

                                                  ━─┈ ✧

Dick Grayson

I'm gonna use unpublished Nightwing #30 here: he and Kory had sex when he was getting ready for the agente stuff.

Once Agent 37 is off the deal, they end up finding each other again. A bit before Dick gets shoot.

And then, as usually it is between the acrobat and the alien princess, they do it again. 

Over and over again.

She gets pregnant and finds out by the time Dick is amnesic.

Don't @ me DC would do that.

Kory flies towards Bludhaven & talks to him. It's not exactly successful. As he had said to Babs before, he didn't want his memories back. Ric was happy without Dick's conscience.

But Starfire isn't asking for her; it's about him, of course. He should be himself, he worked very hard through years to become who he truly was. But mostly, she begged him to come back because of a new addition to their lives.

Pregnant alien!!

At first, Ric Grayson doesn't believe it. Actually, part of him is aware that's true, he can feel it in the change inside his heart when he saw her; something similar to shame and adoration and excitement at once. Kory moved, talked, and seemed like someone he could love, be completely crazy about.

But he wasn't a father!

Koriand'r leaves, and Grayson is by himself again. Without his Gotham or Titans affiliates.

And, for the first time, there is no comfort in that.

He could tell she wasn't lying. Even though a part of his treacherous new mind tried to convince him otherwise.

Grayson's mind didn't know any gorgeous alien, let alone a pregnant with his child alien.

Yet, Dick felt like he had her in his veins. Just like he did with Bruce, Damian, Barbara, Donna, and the others. Tickles behind his skin, a red alarm for a memory that was long lost. But the sensation of keeping it somewhere remained inside him.

Although, when it came to the redhead princess, the warmth inside him was more intense.

Dick was going to be a father. He didn't even know his whole self and would be needed to take care of someone else. Someone small, part of him, and the legacy of the Flying Grayson's. Besides, he didn't even actually remember the mother of his kid.

didn't even remember making the kid.

He calls Bruce. Telling him to bring the antidote that Barbara was keeping if he wanted his memories back.

Not for him, not because it was the right thing, not because of everyone who claimed to love him cried for Dick to do that. Not even because of familiar senses holding into him every time he interacted with someone from his past.

But because he was going to be a father.

This decision was for his child.

When Bruce, Babs, and Damian ask why, he doesn't answer.

He remembers now, and he needs to find Kory.

It's scary, exciting, and the biggest surprise she ever gave to him-- even more scandalous than the day she fell on earth and kissed him.

A dad! He would be a dad!

Jason Todd

It all started off as an unusual ordinary day; 

Roy got himself in trouble, Jason went to help him and the little problem became a bigger situation. Roy called Kory and a few minutes later, the situation was replaced by dust and fire smell. No one died, but it was enough to make the villains leave.

In the middle of ''What the fuck they wanted?" & "Who were they?" wonders, the original Outlaws heard a familiar motorcycle's noise which made Jason huff, Roy arch eyebrows and Kory confused. 

Dick Grayson was there.

He was hysterical, blue eyes flaming with worry and relief towards Kory. Between their couple discussion and the others attempt to understand what was going on 

Were they back together? Did dick know about the outlaws' way and was sticking his nose where it didn't belong? Did the titans need kory urgently? 

Until 'pregnant' left Dick's lips, being followed by Kory's chaotic scream of "Just because I am pregnant, it does not mean I can not fight!"

Roy just had to get closer to them and explain that it would make no good to go through stressful situations, especially if he got it right. 

A deep breath would be taken, and then Dick would apologize to Kory, saying he was just really scared for both of them. She'd look at her Outlaw friends and curve the corner of her lips-- that Kory smile that translate into 'I've seen hell and chose to use its flames to warm up the cold places of my heart.'

‘’Jason, Roy. . . I am expecting a baby.’’

Meanwhile, Jason was taking off his helmet and glaring at his friends with a perplexed look on his face. Also, a slightly desire of punching Dick. Last time he had heard of their relationship, it was about both of them avoiding each other, his older brother telling him to take care of Kory and Jason calling Dick an idiot. Yeah, he had to have a chat with him later.

For now, Roy was pulling him and Kory into a group hug.

Almost felt like their old times together.

Roy: Outlaw baby!!  /  Dick: Excuse me?

Tim Drake

Okay, okay. First of all, he wasn't planning on seeing any member of his family for a quite while. Not that Tim didn't want to, he was just really running out of time. Being Young Justice's leader was a full time job, and he wanted to be excellent at it.

But things don't always pass by as they were settle to. Therefore, when a disaster happens and Conner, of all people, gets hurt, Tim is in a delicate state of mind.

Drake is smart. He knows it isn't just about Conner. It's all the small things he's been keeping since Gotham.

Not enough sleep, but a certain amount of coffee to make his hands shake when it's late enough for the sun to come out weakly. His relationship with Steph is growing with disagreements from both lives; heroic and urban. His best friend is hurt because he analyzed too much a situation instead of telling his team what to do, so they made their independent choices. A dumb mistake, the kind that Batman would be disappointed of. Tim himself was biting his own neck about it. How could he be a leader? He should be better than that.

And then, he made a call. Because of all things he might be and might not be, he wasn't Batman.

Tim had friends, and a brother that would know what he was going through.

And he knew how to ask for help sometimes.

Dick comes by as fast as possible. They go to the roof and talk it out.

"Remember that they aren't just your team, Tim," He would say, a tranquil smile on his face. It's so similar to how he explained his relationship with the Titans when Drake was still Robin years ago. "They are your family. It's impossible for you not to be affected when they get hurt or something goes wrong. But they are alive. They still trust you. They believe, and need you. You need to give yourself some credit, and do your best for them."

OF COURSE Tim is stubborn about that because Dick is Dick and he basically grew with the Titans, it wasn't the same thing. He didn't have his older brother's skills to command, communicate, etc.

It was scary.

"Yet, Tim, a lot of things are scary. But you have to keep going. For who needs saving. For yourself. For the people you love."

His tone is too sentimental, even for Dick's big brother moments.

"You need to find something to fight for. That's how you keep going, even when you make mistakes. Good news, you already have it. "

Tim: Yeah, I think so. . . You came back to the Titans? I still have access to the computers.

Dick: Yeah, no. Kind if. It's complicated.

Tim: "Complicated? Like. . . Alien kind of complication?"

Dick: "You should know about that, huh?"

BLUSHING, STUTTERING TIM. Cutting it because I already mentioned Steph, but I couldn't miss this opportunity ok.

Dick just laughs about it.

"Starfire isn't complicated, but yeah. We are still deciding if we will keep in the Titans or if we are going to Bludhaven for now."

"It sounds serious, even permanent."

"As permanent as a baby can be."

HHSHHSUSJJSIUSIE

BABY?

IS SHE PREGNANT??

Yeah, Tim was pretty wake, and shaking, and his brain felt like burning right now.

OH MY-- DICK

He was going to be a FATHER.

"YOU ARE GONNA BE A PARENT!"

But then, Dick was the older one and the best with kids.

"WAIT, SHE WILL BE HALF ALIEN. An hybrid. In nature, two different but similar species can procreate, but their kid can't have kids. Do you think--"

"Tim, calm down. Can you at least give me congratulations before talking about my unborn child's probable infertility?"

Damian Wayne

He knew Kory and Dick had been seeing each other again.

Therefore, making one of them notice his presence before showing up was necessary.

He didn't want to accidentally see profanity between his brother figure and his team's current leader, thank you.

After an obvious noise, he got in Dick's apartment.

As expected, Starfire was there.

She was standing up, and Grayson and looking at her tearful, while holding her belly.

It wasn't possible.

Grayson wouldn't be that irresponsible, would he?

Of course he would.

" So, I supposed Starfire either has a deadly bellyache, or you two are procreating. "

He is mildly fearing that Dick won't have much time for him, but that's a matter for another time.

BONUS!

Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth

Dick visits the manor with Kory someday.

He had to give the news or Batman would end up knowing anyway.

Honestly, it wasn't about that. He actually wanted to tell Bruce about his baby.

Alfred was there when they exchanged greetings, politely as usual.

‘'We are having a baby.'’

Listen, Bruce knows how to keep his emotions under his skin, but his eldest son being a father?

This must be the most real expression he has showed in years, and it's full of emotions; he is content, and surprised, and worried.

Some would say that Alfred was tearfully, but kept his posture. Master Bruce really made it. Obstacles, of course, even more than necessary at times. Yet, he was going to be a grandfather, and master Dick was becoming a father.

Gotham had a sunny day for once.

Barbara Gordon 

If it's not Kory and Babs' baby, she will be aunt Babs

Something happens, help becomes needed.

Nightwing shows up in the middle of the combat, he was in Gotham to talk to Bruce & Alfred & Damian, anyway.

Batman dispersed him, though.

And Batgirl was confused by Batman's choice, especially after listening to his explanation:

"Nightwing, this is more dangerous than our usual job. I will take Robin and Batgirl. You have more urgent thinks to be taken care of. "

The dynamic duo leaves and there is just two long time friends. 

It doesn't take a half second for Barbara to notice Dick hiding something.

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

"All right, Dick Grayson. What did you do?"

"Apparently, a baby."

????????????

"He has been ditching me since he learned about Kory's pregnancy."

"KORY'S WHAT!?"

"You didn't even tell me you two were back together!"

"You lost your virginity to an attractive alien and now she is pregnant with your child. That is. . . Surprising."

"I am really happy for you, Dick."

"Thank you, Babs. . . You know what? Maybe it's time to actually introduce you to Kory."

Communicator ringing.

"After I take care of something. Go home, dad."

#dickkory #dickkory imagine #dickkory headcanons #dickkory headcanon #robstar #robstar headcanon #robstar headcanons #dickkory family #mar'i grayson #dick grayson headcanon #dick grayson headcanons #dick grayson #kory anders #koriand'r #starfire #dick grayson x kory anders #batfamily #batfam #Batfamily Headcanon #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons #batfam headcanon #batboys headcanons #batboys headcanon #batboys imagines #batboys #jason todd #barbara gordon #jason todd headcanon #kory anders headcanon

[sueboohscorner]

#AgentsofShield Season 7 Episode 6 "Adapt or Die" Recap and Review

The episode starts with the predictor talking. The lead chronicon is mad that things aren’t going according to plan, but she thinks that things are going well. S.H.I.E.L.D is divided and reckless. They are ready for the next phase, which is waking the hunters.

LMD Coulson and May are brought into the command center at the Lighthouse. They’ve found the Zephyr, and because of some fancy technology that Freddie gave them, they can blow it out of the sky.

Deke and Yo-Yo return to the plane and Deke tells them that Freddie is dead. Mack doesn’t have time to rail at him about it right now. He has more important things to do. Speaking of which, Yo-Yo is coming with him to save his parents. Before they leave, he tells her what they were supposed to be doing on this day.

The Lighthouse initiates lockdown and fires missiles at the Zephyr independently.

Daisy wakes up in a barn like structure. She can’t use her powers. Nathaniel walks in and starts in on his villain monologue. He wants Daisy’s powers and thinks that Daniel is an inhuman too.

Stoner interrogates LMD Coulson and May until he’s interrupted by a woman giving him a note. The note says that Freddie is dead. May thinks that there is something off about the woman.

The missiles have thrown off the very delicate balance of the Zephyr. Without everything the way it’s supposed to be, they could break apart in the time stream the next time they jump.

Mack and Yo-Yo don’t tell Mack’s parents anything. They just try to get them out.

May and LMD Coulson fight. She can’t mourn him anymore. He’s died far too many times and he always comes back. This leads LMD Coulson to figure out that the Chronicons are stealing the memories and personalities of their hosts now too, not just their bodies. The woman that led Stoner out is a Chronicon and he’s next.

Mack’s family and Yo-Yo find a way about, but they now need to open it. Seeing Mack interact with his parents is adorable.

May and LMD Coulson fight the Chronicons and save Stoner, who believes them now. LMD Coulson tells May and Stoner to find Mack and get out of the Lighthouse. He’s going to investigate.

Daisy is brought back to Daniel battered and bruised. Nathaniel took blood, spinal fluid, and some glands in order to synthesize something to give him powers.

After he leaves, Daniel tells her the story of how he was injured in World War II. An otherwise obnoxious and dickish guy named Mike Stevens carried him back to safety and wouldn’t stop talking to him. He ended up dying, but Daniel didn’t. He tells Daisy this to pass on the favor. She returns it by revealing that she has a shard of glass in her hand.

Deke sees Enoch doing something to Simmons and he reacts on instinct. That instinct is to knock Enoch out, which is the wrong move.

LMD Coulson finds the Matrix like Chronicon birthing chamber and confronts the predictor.

Mack decides to confront the Chronicons head on so that they can’t hurt his family.

The predictor’s name is Sybil. Her and LMD Coulson start in on a verbal game of cat and mouse.

Deke confronts Simmons. She explains that he created an implant to suppress her memories so that she wouldn’t remember where Fitz is. It’s been malfunctioning, and Enoch was fixing it when Deke knocked him out.

Daniel uses the piece of glass to get out of his restraints and overpower one of the goons. The place then starts shaking. It’s Nathaniel, whose bones are cracking under his newfound power. He causes the roof to cave in on him. I think he’s dead and I hope he’s dead, but one way or another, he’s out of the picture enough for Daniel and Daisy to escape.

According to Sybil, the difference between humans and Chronicons is time. Humans live shorter lives and fear death, therefore making irrational decisions. LMD Coulson says that she’s wrong in one of his wonderfully dramatic speeches. The difference in actuality is sacrifice. Sacrifice comes at a real cost when time is limited and humans will never give up, no matter what. He’s also stopped being afraid of death. It’s his superpower.

Sybil sends him back to his body just in time for him to blow up the ship with him inside it. Since he’s a robot, they can upload his consciousness into another one, right?

The explosion short circuits the lock out and Yo-Yo is able to get the door open. Stoner and May save Mack, and then Stoner proceeds to ask out May. She tells him instead that he’s going to need a dang good coverup for this.

When they get to the Quinjet, May tells them about LMD Coulson.

Deke apologizes to Enoch, calling him a member of the family, and Enoch gets emotional. Simmons asks Deke not to tell anyone else about her. It would put them in danger.

Mack and his dad geek out about the mechanics of the quinjet until May gets up. Those aren’t Mack’s parents. And my heart just breaks. He, Yo-Yo, and May have to fight them and push them out of the jet.

They make it to the Zephyr, which thankfully Daniel and Daisy are actually on, and then they jump. Daisy’s in the same pod that May was in and it’s eerily reminiscent of when she was shot in season 1. Simmons asks Daniel if he wants to get off. He doesn’t.

After they jump, MACK DRIVES A MOTORCYCLE OFF THE PLANE!

Apparently the motorcycle can fly, because when Deke finds him he’s uninjured. Simmons then tells them to get back asap because something is short circuiting. The Zephyr jumps without them.

I feel like there were a lot of cheap tricks in this episode. Coulson dying again is one, us not seeing Daniel and Daisy make it back to the plane is two, and Mack riding out of a plane on a motorcycle is three. Gosh I want to give Mack a hug. He deserves all of them. 7.5/10.

#Agents Of Shield #Agent of Shield #Agent Carter #AgentsOfSHIELD #AgentsOfSHIELD Recap #AgentsofSHIELDRecap #AgentsofSHIELD

[curiousdamage]

Drabble post!

# 22: “This isn’t goodbye.”

For @missviolethunter​ Sorry it took so long!

Fandom: Cobra Kai- Ten Minutes

Pairing: Robby/Soapy

Warning: Very LaRusso negative.  Robby is feeling a way about how Daniel treated him in the last episode. This ficlet is part of a future chapter. 

Robby looked down at Sophie’s fingers intertwined with his, then back out at the ocean waves. It had been six months since the fight at West Valley, six months since Miguel had gone over that rail. Six months since life as he knew it had ended.

In those six months, he’d changed, really changed, not just the superficial changes he’d made while working for Mr. LaRusso. Then he’d just changed from wanting to please his friends to wanting to please Mr. LaRusso. That Daniel was a better person than Trey and Cruz was the only reason he’d replaced stealing and selling Molly for hard work, karate, and trying to do the right thing.

Yes, doing the right thing was better than what he had been doing to survive and he hadn’t gone back to that when his mom had taken off with Rick or whatever his name was. Though, he wasn’t sure how much of that was that he wanted to be a better person or that he was afraid of losing Daniel’s approval. 

Pastor Bobby and even his Dad had told him that ultimately it was he that decided not to do that, not Daniel instructing him not to, but he hadn’t admitted to them that the reason he’d been so desperate to keep Daniel’s approval was that his hatred and anger for Johnny made it fed his own. It was easier to blame Johnny for Miguel’s behavior at the All Valley than admit that it probably had more to do with the fact that he had been hitting on Sam at that party, when Daniel was reiterating that Cobra Kai was a cheaters nearly daily.

He’d only seen his former Sensei and mentor once in the last six months, when Daniel had shown up at his first hearing to say that yes, he had taught Robby karate but what he had done to Miguel wasn’t the self-defense discipline Miyagi Do taught.

Whatever.  He’d always known that their relationship had been built on Daniel’s midlife crisis, his teenage rebellion, and their mutual hatred for Johnny, but it still stung to hear Daniel disavow him like that. As though his hard work and all that he'd done meant nothing because he was a Lawrence and therefore, irredeemable.

In a moment, he'd lost everything. Broken, beaten, and alone, he'd ran, not knowing what else to do. Away from the life he'd built but as he was learning, to the life he needed.

It was just as well that life didn't include the LaRusso, he was finding it very hard to hold on to any of his own resentment for his father as the villains in Daniel's life were become heroes in his.

Mr. Jimmy had stood up for him in court, not by denying his criminal past as the first lawyer Sid had hired tried to do, but contrasting it to the changes he'd made over the last year to show that putting him back in juvenile detention would only make him a statistic whereas releasing to Johnny and having him do community service and seek counseling would help him become a better person. He was sure that it had only flown because Miguel had been given a positive prognosis, but it was still more than anyone else had done for him before.

Pastor Bobby had been awesome, helping him find his dad that first day, going to every court appearance with Johnny and him, visiting him every day that one awful week he'd spent in juvenile detention, even working with the court to set up an acceptable community service program, getting him into his church's private school since he couldn’t go back to West Valley, and finding a decent counselor that Johnny could afford.

And his Dad. His Dad had been awesome in the past few months.  He’d stopped drinking, gotten into AA, and had managed to be there for both he and Miguel without making either of them feel neglected or that they were being pitted against each other. He was sure that hadn’t been easy. He’d even helped Shannon when she’d gotten out of rehab with no place to live.

Then there was Sophie.  She’d been by his side from his first day of community service when Pastor Brown had led him over to her and told her to show him how to work in the food pantry.

“Sure.  We have food and we give it to people who don’t. It’s pretty much that simple,” she smiled.

“Yeah, right,” he’d scoffed.  He and Shannon had gone to a few food banks over the years and it was never that easy.  It was a long, drawn-out, humiliating process.

“Well, I mean, we do have some guidelines on how much food they get depending on the size of their family, but otherwise, that’s it,” she shrugged. “Dad says it’s hard enough to ask for help without having to prove just how badly you need it,” she replied.

He'd been struck by how friendly and genuinely nice she'd been to the people who came in, keeping up a steady stream of chatter as they let them through the warehouse, picking out food. Not to mention it had kept him from having to talk which was fine with him.

She never brought up the fight unless he did first and she never made him feel like criminal, or worse, over it. She’d been by his side as much as the adults had. She was the first friend he’d had in a long time who hadn’t wanted something from him.  Trey and Cruz had wanted a partner in crime, Demetri had wanted protection at first, his North Hills friends had wanted ease access to pills, and Sam had wanted a rebound guy.  Whether she’d chosen him due to proximity of living in her house and the time at the dojo, or because he would be the best revenge on Miguel, he didn’t know.  He was, however, certain she hadn’t liked him just for him, himself. She’d never tried to talk to him about anything more serious than last names, not even after his mom took off then came back only to go to rehab.  It was all about distracting her from wanting Miguel. He knew that now. Maybe he wasn’t being fair, maybe he didn’t have the whole story but that’s how it felt to him.

He looked at Sophie again. He liked her.  The truth was that he’d been crazy about her for months, but she was his only friend and he been scared to lose that if she didn’t like him that way. Besides, even if he believed what his dad said, that he didn’t have to keep punishing himself for what happened by making himself miserable, there was a very real chance that the state of California was going to hand out a very real punishment. It wasn’t fair to her to start a relationship knowing there was a chance he was going to Juvenile Detention until he was twenty-one.

Tomorrow was the day.  His last court hearing. The day the judge would decide if he’d shown ‘enough commitment to improving himself’ to be allowed to stay on probation or if he’d have to be locked up until he was old enough to drink. He knew what he’d choose if he was in the judge’s shoes but hopefully, he was more lenient.

He glanced back at the waves. The sun was slipping over the horizon. He sighed and squeezed her hand.

“Come on, Soapy. I better get you back so I can get home on time. Tonight’s probably the worst possible night for me to miss my curfew.”

He stood and pulled her to her feet. The urge to kiss her, just once before he spent his teenage years locked away, was strong but he just couldn’t.  Instead, he let go of her hands and picked up the soda bottles they’d had earlier, depositing them in a recycling bin as they made their way back to Johnny’s motorcycle.

“Cold?” He asked, noticing her rubbing her arms.

“A little. I don’t think I planned well for this outing,” she admitted.

“Here, take my jacket,” he offered, slipping it off his shoulders.

“Then you’ll be cold,” she protested.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. But if you’re worried, you can always hold on to me a little tighter,” he smirked.

“I’m sure that will help,” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she put the jacket on and reached out for the helmet he was holding.

“Worth a shot,” he shrugged.

Maybe it was wishful thinking or just his imagination, but she was holding him tighter than usual as they wound their way out of the hills and zoomed towards her East valley home. 

It seemed all too soon to Sophie as Robby stopped the bike by her curb. She hadn’t wanted the day to come to an end either.

“Here," she said, offering the jacket back as she climbed of the motorcycle.

"You keep it," he deflected. "It looks better on you anyway." And that he wouldn't be needing it after the next day went unspoken. They stood in awkward silence for a moment, neither wanting to leave the other.

"Well, I guess this is it," he said finally.

She nodded, then suddenly threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. After a second of shock, he returned the hug, pressing her against him as he breathed in the minty scent of her shampoo.

“I'm scared Soapy" he admitted softly.

"I know. I've been praying for you and I know it will be okay. It has to be. You'll be back at school by third hour," she replied. "This isn't goodbye. It can't be. I refuse to believe that. You have to refuse to believe it too," she pulled away and looked into his eyes. “Third hour, okay?" 

He smiled, sadly, "Third hour." He wished he could have her unwavering faith on the subject, but he knew guys like him didn't catch the good breaks.  “By..”

“This isn’t goodbye,” she insisted, putting her hand over his mouth. “See you later.”

“See you later,” he smiled. He watched her going into the house before starting the bike again.

This isn’t goodbye.

#Cobra Kai #fluff/angst prompt #Robby #Soapy #ten minutes

[thatdrawingbikerchick]

I'm going to rant so you've been warned.

Almost the entire world is in lockdown due to Covid-19 and I have some things I want to say because I'm sick of seeing and hearing what's going on. People need to cop on and grow up and come together at this time but clearly they're not getting that so here's a few things I'd like to say and a few ideas I have for any politicians who may see this in whatever country they may be.

First and foremost I can't believe I have to say this but this pandemic affects everyone equally. To anyone who says otherwise you are wrong. Covid-19 does not care what race you are, what age you are, how much money you have or whether you're unemployed or employed.

Why am I saying this? I've heard people over the past month say things like 'Jobseekers aren't affected by this they don't deserve additional support'. Now I'm paraphrasing there but you get the idea. I'm going to break this down by explaining the effects of Covid-19 on my life.

I am 21 years old, I fortunately do not have underlying health issues, however my mother is 60 years of age, she has survived cancer not once, but twice, she has fibromyalgia and other underlying health issues. My father is type 2 diabetic, he has high blood pressure and when he gets a common cold he ends up in hospital under the advice of his doctor because it affects him so badly. My step grandmother is 76 years of age she also has diabetes and other health issues. My stepmother and stepsister are healthy fortunately, however, I now can't visit any of them as I run the risk of bringing Covid-19 into their homes because they are high risk.

I am a jobseeker. I recieve jobseekers allowance from the Department of Social Protection. I was made redundant on January 21st this year as the company I was working for closed. I did not apply for Jobseeker's Allowance until mid February. You may be asking why, because I was doing everything I could to find a new job before making a claim. I applied for each and every job I was qualified for and brought CVs to many local businesses. I do not want to be a jobseeker, I want to be employed and working. I allowed myself a 6 week deadline for finding a job when I applied for allowance. This was to motivate me and push me to find work and also because I cannot afford the independence I earned on Jobseeker's Allowance. This 6 week deadline has now been and gone, I am still unemployed and I'm unsure where the money for next months bills is going to come from. Due to Covid-19 there are fewer jobs, the jobs that are available have too many applicants and therefore the odds of me finding a job are now slimmer than they were.

On April 30th I am going to have a decision to make and it's a tough one. I know the Government have applied a no evictions policy for the pandemic but I have to face the reality of this. On April 30th I am most likely going to have to give my landlord 30 days notice on my tenancy. I will not be able to afford to continue living where I am as I am beyond May. Now this may seem fine to you but let me break that down. If I have to give up my apartment I have to move home to either my mums or dads. I don't drive a car and therefore would have to ask them to assist me in moving, putting them at risk. I run the risk of bringing this virus to them even if I find a way to move home without them leaving self isolation. If I do move home I will be living in the countryside and be in self isolation until a vaccine for Covid-19 is created. This will mean I won't be able to travel to job interviews.

I have already had to give up my motorcycle and cancel the insurance to prioritise bills, I am contacting my bank in order to request a hold on my loan repayments to prioritise bills. I have cancelled all online subscriptions to prioritise bills. I will most likely have to get out of my phone and internet contracts to prioritise bills. I have cut back on habits (smoking) and reduced my food intake and cost to prioritise bills.

I am a jobseeker. I am affected by the Covid-19 pandemic as equally as those who were in employment. I do not receive any additional support.

Secondly and I know I've already written a LOT, if you've read to this point thank you. Has the world gone mad? We as an entire global population are in a pandemic and for some reason people don't seem to understand this. In Ireland (I’m Irish so it’s my example) in the past few weeks there have been multiple murders, stabbings and burglaries, domestic fires and arsons, 2 ATMs robbed in Dundalk, 20 rubbish bins set alight in Dublin, joyriders destroying pitches, multiple high speed car chases some of which ended in collision, and god knows what else that didn’t reach the media. But the worst of all to me is the people going around spitting and coughing on Gardaí and civilians and on shop stock. We are all in a time where we need to come together and be strong in our homes, our communities and our society. Those who are committing offences at this time, in my opinion, should receive an automatic 1 year prison sentence, without hesitation. People are afraid, we are anxious and unsure of when this will end, people should not be causing more upset and unrest at this time, those who see this as a time to commit crimes should receive additional punishment.

Continuing on this point, I ask people to be vigilant not only due to Covid-19 but due to the hooligans who appear to believe this is Grand Theft Auto. I have seen posts online where people are hanging ropes from overpasses on motorways, at the end of these ropes there are metal bars at windscreen height, to the people doing this, what on earth is wrong with you? The people who are travelling at the moment are putting their lives at risk to care for the sick or elderly, to leave their families and work in shops so you have food for your families, they’re truckers who get that food to the shops, they are putting their lives and the lives of their families at risk and you fools are trying to injure or possibly kill them? You too should, in my opinion, receive an immediate 1 year prison sentence. This is one example within many but this to me is the most disgusting I have seen in recent times, it truly boiled my blood. 

Now I’m going to stop focusing on the negative affects of Covid-19 and point out some of the truly incredible moments we have seen in the past few weeks. Firstly the Italians singing from their balconies, millions in donations to support and protect healthcare professionals, the British on the streets clapping and showing their gratitude to the NHS, the Irish following suit for the HSE. Never mind moments the bravery and selflessness of those essential workers, you are not just essential in the time of pandemic, you are essential all the time and I truly hope that this pandemic makes the world see this and you receive greater appreciation in the future. 

Now I have an idea I want to suggest to governments around the world. An idea I had while walking to do my essential shopping this afternoon, pedestrian etiquette should be called upon during this time. By this I mean walk as we drive, walk in the directional flow of traffic where possible, I know some footpaths are closed due to works being done. I believe it would be beneficial for governments to suggest that when walking we walk on the side of the street in the same directional flow of traffic as we are walking. This meaning people will be less likely to have to pass one another on narrow footpaths allowing social distancing. 

#covid_19 #covid19 #coronavirus #government #pandemic #national health service (nhs) #hse #nhs #idea #rant over #rant

[sbknews]

First Look At The New Triumph Speed Twin

Last friday we were invited to attend the first look of new Triumph Speed Twin at Triumph's Hinckley Factory but due to various reasons I was unable to attend. So I asked Maja Kenney of Maja's Motorcycle Adventures she kindly took my place,  heres her initial impression. Last week I had the pleasure of taking out Triumph’s best-selling modern classic - the Speed Twin that has been updated for 2021. 

When I arrived at Triumph I was walked through the controls on the bike. There were no surprises, you’ll be happy to hear. I was then set free to explore some of the quaint Warwickshire villages and lanes.  My first goal was to find a pub. It was lunchtime, I was hungry and I wanted to sit down and look at the bike properly. I have found a lovely pub with parking and outdoor seating. Perfect. I parked up, stopped the engine, and looked for the side stand. I fished with my left foot to kick it out but couldn’t do it. I was sitting on the bike, getting hot as the sun was beaming down on me and by now, the customers in the pub garden started to pay attention. I still couldn’t get the side stand out. 

Eventually, I had to lean over and unfold it by hand. But let me explain. I wasn’t exactly wearing the right type of clothing for this beautiful machine. I was in full leathers and racing boots because I had literally gone from Cadwell Park to the Triumph factory. This is not what one might normally choose to wear on a bike like this and therefore the stiffness of the boot meant I had to angle my foot just so, to get the side stand out. Once I figured it out it was as easy as on any other bike.  First things first. The bike is beautiful. I have a huge appreciation for old machines, this includes cars and motorcycles. Thank you, dad! That doesn’t mean I would necessarily choose to run an old classic myself, I don’t know enough about the maintenance. But to have a modern classic where maintenance is easy and the ride feels as effortless as modern bikes do these days, it makes for an interesting proposition. 

The setup was perfect for just such a day out. Sunshine, country lanes, big open spaces, and quaint sleepy villages. The seating position is super comfortable, straight back, head up, knees not too bent. The seat height is at 809 mm and the seat itself is quite narrow which means you don’t lose much of the height if your legs are of a shorter disposition.  Big flat bars make the bike super easy to maneuver and a joy to go around the bends. The total (wet) weight of the bike is 216 kg which surprised me as this is almost the same as my Supersport and for some reason I expected the Speed Twin to be lighter. 

The Speed Twin is perfectly happy doing 30 mph letting you enjoy the scenery and the gentle ride through the villages. But don’t be fooled, with its 1200cc engine and 98.6 bhp it produces a pretty swift power delivery when you open up the throttle. I got caught out at first, I was wearing waterproofs over my leathers and I slid back on the seat when I came to a clear bit of the road. I had to laugh and I was a bit more steady with the throttle on the next attempt and when overtaking.

Switching between the riding modes is easy. All you have to do is stop the bike and have it in neutral gear, keep the engine running and press one button once for rain mode, again for road mode and again for sport mode. It’s that simple. 

The detail and the styling of the Speed Twin have clearly had plenty of attention. The brushed aluminium fuel cap, front and rear mudguards, side panel finishers and heel guards are set off beautifully against the stunning red paint of the fuel tank. Or the Red hopper paint scheme as it is officially called. Two more colour schemes are available, Matt Storm Grey with subtle yellow accents and the Jet Black.  The bar end mirrors finish the look off nicely and the signature LED daylight running light is incorporated into the headlight. The rear light and the indicators are also LED. 

It also comes with 50+ accessories according to their marketing department but an engineer I spoke to in the warehouse said the reality is that half of these are a different colour choice of the same thing. So here’s some straight-talking-non-marketing-fact for you.  Overall, a stunning looking motorcycle that is as happy bimbling along at 30 mph or slower when taking in the views and passing picturesque areas as it is enjoying a more spirited ride to really make you feel the wind on your face.

Thanks again to Triumph UK for the invite to try out the new Speed Twin you can find further details here: https://www.triumphmotorcycles.co.uk/motorcycles/classic/bonneville-speed-twin-2021 Checkout our dedicated Triumph Motorcycles News page Triumph Motorcycles News/ or head to the official Triumph Motorcycles website triumphmotorcycles.co.uk Follow us on social media: Instagram: @superbikenews Twitter: @sbknews Facebook: @superbikenews SBN Directory - add your motorcycle related business here

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#SpeedTwin #TriumphMotorcycles #TriumphSpeedTwin #TriumphUK

[littlemisswolfie]

all the memories we make that will never change

AO3

Summary: As Yi’s pregnancy progresses, memories, good, bad, and in between, are made.

As she steps out of Darius’s stupidly-big shower, Yi stops and looks in the mirror over the vanity. Sure enough, there’s a slight swell to her belly now. “That explains the back pain,” she mutters. “Look, baby, I know you’re just growing and all, but your momma needs a little relief from the back pain. Can you manage that?”

Now that she’s showing, she’s in her second trimester. At least thirteen weeks in. At most, Darius has twenty-seven weeks to make it home if he’s going to see his child born.

As far as Yi knows, the troupe hasn’t told him about her pregnancy. Not if they did what she asked, anyway. Wrath has a way to contact Darius in case of an emergency, and Yi made it very clear that she wasn’t to tell Darius about the pregnancy unless he wasn’t back by the time she went into labor. “He’ll come back right away,” she’d said when Wrath asked why. “He needs this time to figure out who he really is, and I won’t be the one to steal that time away from him.”

“He’s going to be pissed off when he comes back and finds out you didn’t tell him” Wrath warned.

And Yi had just shrugged. “I’m kinda banking on him being so surprised that he’s going to be a father that he forgets to be mad.”

A sudden rapping on Darius’s bedroom door, audible even in his bathroom, startles her out of her thoughts. “Yi?” says Malakai’s voice. “We need to leave for your ultrasound soon.”

“Coming!” Yi calls back, and she proceeds with her quick morning routine.

*

Onyx and Malakai hold her hands at the doctor when the ultrasound shows her her baby. It’s actually starting to look like a baby now, which is exciting, and when the doctor asks if she wants to know the sex, she says, “Yes.”

The doctor, a kindly older woman named Dr. Rudy, smiles. “Congratulations, Ms. Cheng, you’re going to have a baby boy.”

*

Now that she knows the sex of the baby, she lets the troupe start on decorating duty.

They’re all a lot more excited about it than she expected, but she’s not complaining about it. That just means she doesn’t have to do any of the actual work outside of approving color swatches. “But no furniture yet,” she says, firm, when Cal stares at a crib just a little too hard for her liking. “I’m going to ask my mom if she still has any of my baby stuff to use so we don’t have to spend a bunch of money on things he’s going to outgrow in a few years.”

As it turns out, her mom kept all of her baby stuff, and she’s more than willing to bring it all up to the apartment if one of the guys will go get her. She’s gotten a lot closer to the troupe as a whole since Yi moved out (partly because she has them over once a week for dinner), even if she’s still out of the loop about the whole assassin thing. Yi is glad her distaste is just for Darius is particular and not the group as a whole.

This happiness changes pretty quick when she realizes her mom also brought her old photo albums.

“Mom!” she whines, looking at the worn albums in dismay. “Why did you have to bring those?”

“My baby is having a baby. I get to reminisce.”

Cal passes on the baby picture opportunity to help Yi move the numerous cardboard boxes filled with baby furniture and decorations to the room they’ve decided to use as a nursery. It’s the smallest bedroom in the penthouse and not too far from her room, and it’s not close enough to Avi’s room for the baby to wake him up in the middle of the night. 

“Wow,” Yi mutters when she sees the assembly of boxes. “Mom really did bring everything, huh?” 

Cal claps a hand on her shoulder. “We can worry about unpacking all of it later.”

Yi raises an eyebrow at him. “You, putting something off? Who are you and what have you done with the real Cal?”

“I’m pretty sure one of those boxes has a crib in it and I refuse to put that together. Besides,” he adds, “I do want to see those baby pictures.”

Yi groans.

When they get back out to the living room, the rest of the troupe, plus Avi and Ripley (who Yi is surprised her mother is so cool with), are gathered around Yi’s mother as she explains the context behind various pictures. “...and this is from when Yi broke her arm trying to jay-hop for the first time.”

“I was four and trying to jump with a bike that still had training wheels,” Yi says, and everyone turns to look at her and Cal. “And in my defense, I told you I was gonna do it and you didn’t believe me.”

Cal leans over her shoulder to peer at the photo. “Is that a hot pink cast?”

“A hot pink cast that every biker who came into the store signed, thank you very much.”

“I didn’t know you did BMX,” Wrath says, looking excited. “After the baby’s born, we should go out riding together sometime.”

“A motorcycle is a little different from a BMX bike,” Malakai says.

Yi’s mother smiles. “Just a little. I have some videos of Yi’s actual BMX days at home if you’d like to see them.”

“Ooh!” says Onyx. “Yi, could you teach me how to ride a bike on the tightrope?”

“Uh, I’ve never ridden a bike on a tightrope, so I’m not sure?” When Onyx looks disappointed, she rushes to add, “I mean, I could build you a bike and teach you how to do BMX tricks, if you wanted to do that.”

“Can you teach me, too?” Avi asks, eyes sparkling.

Yi cuts Cal a surprised look. “You never taught him how to ride a bike?”

“I’ve been busy,” says Cal.

Yi shakes her head and turns back to Avi. “Let’s start with the basics, okay? I’ll take you to the shop one day and help you pick out what you want for your bike.”

“Are you sure you’re up to building bikes?” Malakai asks, sounding concerned. “Couldn’t that be dangerous?”

“I’ve been building bikes since I was, like, ten. I know how to do it safely. Plus,” she adds, “I’m bored out of my mind, just hanging out here all day. I’d kill for something to kill time on.”

And so she gets permission to build bikes again.

*

Avi’s bike is very easy to build, since it’s small and less complicated than the one Onyx would need to use in a high stakes circus act, so she gets that one done first, while Avi is at school. Then she gets started on Onyx’s.

It’s all hot pink and green, of course. What else would Onyx pick out? Yi isn’t much bigger than Onyx, so that helps a lot when she’s building the body, because she can just measure it out with her own torso and legs and just adjust it a little after. 

God, with med school and the whole sin assassin thing, she forgot how calming it is to just… build a bike. She’s working on the pedals now, singing under her breath. “Never did I think that I would be caught in the way you got me….” Sure, Yi’s never had a great singing voice (unlike Wrath, she learned when she heard the ringleader singing in the shower a few days after she moved in), but a silly little thing like a lack of talent wasn’t going to stop her from singing a Panic song.  

There’s a little fluttering in her stomach. She won’t say it’s the baby moving yet, not until she’s actually sure, but she at least suspects he’s starting to shift around a little. “Taking after your dad already,” she tells the baby, very seriously. “Are you going to be a trapeze artist, too? I’m sure he’ll have you up there as soon as you can stand up.” She glances up at the trapeze above her and can’t help but smile. “Maybe he’ll catch you faster than he caught me.”

A small body barrels into her back and almost sends her face-first into the frame of Onyx’s bike. “Are you talking to the baby again?” Avi’s voice asks in her ear.

From somewhere behind them, Cal says, “Be careful, Avi. You could’ve hurt Yi or the baby.”

Yi turns her head to look at Avi, whose eyes have gone comically wide. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, voice small.

She laughs and turns her whole body around so she can pull him into her lap. “No, I’m fine, and so’s the baby.” She takes one of his hands and puts it on her belly. “I think you’ll be able to feel him move soon.”

His eyes light up. “Really?” he asks.

“I can kind of feel him now, but it’s still too gentle for you to. But soon.” 

“How are the bikes coming along?” Cal asks, finally close enough to talk to her without shouting.

She tilts her head towards the mess that will be Onyx’s bike. “Avi’s is all done and ready to test out, and Onyx’s is coming along just fine. I bet I can get it done by tomorrow evening.”

Cal clucks his tongue. “Don’t push yourself. It’ll be a few months before Wrath lets her get that bike anywhere near the tightrope anyway.” He extends a hand. “Come on, let’s get back upstairs. Malakai and Wrath are going to start setting up for tonight’s show soon.”

*

“You must really like kids,” she says to Cal while they ride the elevator up to the penthouse.

He looks surprised. “Why do you say that?”

“You haven’t tried to argue with me since I found out I was pregnant.”

“I can start again if you’d like.”

“Shut up.”

*

She picks out a warm grey and a deep, rich purple for the walls in the nursery. 

Yi always knew she wanted purple, but it seemed like a bit much, so she’s hoping the grey will balance it out. Her mom comes over for a weekend to help her and Malakai paint. Wrath claims to have less than zero artistic skill, Onyx points out that she’s the shortest member of the troupe and, therefore, has no reason to be there, and Cal just doesn’t want to paint. Ripley wants to help but she’s, well, a bear, so she can’t, and Yi distracts Avi away from the paintbrushes by suggesting he take some blank canvases they’d used to test paint colors and make pictures to hang on the wall.

She’s unendingly grateful for the assortment of old clothes Darius left behind, because she uses them to avoid shopping for maternity clothes. The old, torn, white shirt of his she’s wearing now is splattered with splotches of purple and grey, and she’s pretty sure she has paint on her face, too, from when she raises her paintbrush a little too quickly and paint went flying.

However, Yi doesn’t get to help out too much, on account of her hands going numb at random times. Any time either her mom or Malakai see her hand so much as shake, they take her brush away and make her sit on the floor for at least ten minutes. “Did I do this to you?” she asks her mom.

She grins at her. “Just wait until your boobs start hurting.”

Malakai sputters and Yi groans.

At the end of the weekend, the nursery is painted completely. The walls are mostly grey, but the wall the crib will be against has little purple stars painted as accents. The purple also lines the windows, the baseboards, and the doorframe. It looks pretty good, in her opinion.

Now they just have to put all the furniture together.

*

Sunday before her mom leaves, she teaches Yi how to make jian bing. Yi decides to make Chinese food for breakfast on Sundays from now on.

*

Onyx finally forces Yi to come shopping with her when she wears the same pair of (Darius’s) sweatpants for three days straight. The storefronts are all decorated for Christmas even though Thanksgiving hasn’t passed yet. Yi wonders if Darius will be home by Christmas.

Yi has to get measured for a bra for the first time since tenth grade. It’s bizarre.

Onyx smirks at her when they get the results that she’s a whopping two cup sizes bigger than usual. “Darius is one lucky man when he gets home if you still have those.”

Yi blushes and smacks her in the shoulder. “Shut up, oh my god. I have stretch marks.”

“So? He likes you because you don’t take his bullshit. Your good looks are just a bonus.”

She has to buy jeans with elastic in the waistband. It’s not great for her ego.

*

“Is it weird that I’m a little disappointed the baby hasn’t done anything weird?” she asks the troupe one night when she manages to stay awake until they come back up to the penthouse.

“You’re just bored again,” Wrath says, her words slurring just the slightest bit. Compared to Onyx, who’s stripping down to her undies in the middle of the living room, she’s downright sober. “We should find you another hobby.”

“That sounds like an insult,” Malakai says.

“Well, it’s not.”

Yi sighs. “I’ll figure something out.” She rubs her stomach. “What do you think, squirt?”

Then she feels it.

A kick.

“Holy shit, the baby kicked.”

Before she can say anything else, the troupe is surrounding her, each with a hand on her belly. They all look so… in awe, Yi thinks the right word is. Like something earth shattering is happening right beneath their hands. 

It would be perfect, if only Darius were here.

*

Cal comes to her next ob appointment since the others are all busy with a  mark. Just because Kozholok has been quiet doesn’t mean every demon in Las Vegas is taking an extended vacation. The rest of the team gets to take the Jeep, so Cal gets a rideshare and they drop Avi off at school on their way to the doctor’s.

Dr. Rudy says everything is going just fine. “Your baby is developing right on schedule and I don’t see any abnormalities. You’re on track for a perfectly healthy delivery, Ms. Cheng.” She gives her a little more advice about the coming weeks, prints out an ultrasound picture, and tells her to call if anything seems off, and then Yi and Cal are free to leave.

Yi holds the ultrasound photo close to her chest on the rideshare back to the penthouse. “Do you remember if we used the last of those old picture frames my mom brought us?” she asks Cal. “I want to frame this for the nursery.”

“I’ll check when we get home and go grab one if we don’t,” he says. “Do you need anything else while we’re out?”

“I don’t think so.”

Then, like any good rideshare driver wouldn’t do, their driver talks to them. “You must be excited,” he says. “I remember what it was like when my wife was pregnant.”

“Oh, we’re not together,” Yi says. “He’s just a friend. My boyfriend’s out of town right now so he’s helping out.”

“Sorry for assuming,” the driver says, sounding sheepish, and the rest of the drive is silent.

It’s not until they’re in the elevator that Cal speaks again. “What are you going to do if Darius doesn’t come back?”

“He will,” Yi says, “so I don’t have to worry about it.”

“For someone so smart, you can be a real idiot sometimes.”

Yi bristles. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” Cal says, “that you don’t just have you to worry about anymore. Your son needs stability. He needs to know he can explore things because he has a constant he can fall back on. Darius’s whole schtick is being wild and unpredictable. Does that say ‘stability’ to you?”

“I told him to come back to me a better man.” She knows her voice is rising, but she can’t help it. “He loves me. I know he does. I was in his mind for a few minutes, out there in the desert. He just needs to realize that for himself. He’ll be ready to settle down when he comes home.”

Cal scoffs. “You think you’re the first woman he’s made feel like that?”

Yi crosses her arms and glares. The elevator dings to let them know they’ve arrived, but neither of them move. “I’m not stupid, Cal. I know Darius was a playboy. He could walk into a bar and point at any woman attracted to men and have her in bed.”

“And you’re putting your faith in him to help you raise a baby? Even when you’re exhausted from waking up in the middle of the night and fall asleep in the middle of sex, or when you’re too sore for him to touch you, or you don’t have the energy to get all dressed up?”

“You are way out of line, Cal. Don’t push it.”

He huffs. “There are better men to raise a baby with. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Who the fuck do you suggest, then?” she demands.

Over these last several months, Yi thinks she’s gotten to know Cal better than he thinks. He hates pickles and glares at Yi every time she puts them on his burger when she irritates him, and he snores when he falls asleep on the living room couch, and if Avi uses his puppy dog eyes he melts like a popsicle in July. 

So when she asks him this question, she expects a snarky comeback.

She doesn’t expect him to grab her by the shoulders and kiss her.

Then, before she has a chance to respond, he pulls away and stalks out of the elevator, leaving her alone with her racing thoughts and her pounding heart.

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Twin Peaks s01e01 “Traces to Nowhere”

Happy New Year, and welcome back to Twin Peaks, friends. Before we dive further into the mystery of Laura Palmer, I would like to tell you about my friend Jason. Jason was a pal of mine in high school. We used to hang out, listen to music, watch TV, and smoke. He lived with his girlfriend at the time who was also my friend. This may sound sappy, but around these two, I genuinely felt like the best version of myself. I miss those days incredibly. Jason also happened to be the first person to ever introduce me to Twin Peaks. One night, he and a friend were watching the movie as I came over to buy a bag. On that day, I discovered what was to become my newest obsession, one of which would stick with me for the next eighteen years of my life. Sadly, Jason and I fell out of contact and we lost track of one another.

I mention this because I recently heard through a mutual friend that Jason died two years ago. I'll not go into the details, suffice it to say, it was too soon. I always wanted to track him down to say hello, and now I'll never get the chance. While my friendship with Jason was immensely rewarding, one of the most persistent things he left me with was a love for Twin Peaks. Much of my personal philosophy comes from Twin Peaks, and it continues to inform the person I am today. If it weren't for Jason, I wouldn't be me. Therefore, I would like to dedicate this article in his memory. To Jason Walton- My friend in the stars.

Thank you for allowing me that moment, friend. Now if you remember, we left off on kind of a spooky note. Through some sort of line of sight, Sarah Palmer was given a vision of a gloved hand retrieving James' half of the heart necklace from where he and Donna had buried it. Dale Cooper, after a long day of detection, has turned in for a night of sleep at the Great Northern hotel, which is exactly where today's episode begins.

I've read in the past that you can tell right away when David Lynch is directing, or in this case, when he isn't directing. This is not a complaint about director Duwayne Dunham's work, but there is a clear departure from the slow wave of emotions that permeates the pilot episode. However, the more straightforward procedural pacing works much to the episode's credit. Being written by David Lynch and Mark Frost, this episode is drenched in Twin Peaks tones and textures. I'd go as far as to say Dunham does a damn fine job following the hard act that is David Lynch.

We start with a pan across Cooper's hotel room. As I've done with my Doctor Who reviews, I found myself trying to see this scene as though it were my first time. You watch Twin Peaks for eighteen years, and you tend to forget just how strange the decor at the Great Northern truly is. Off-camera we can hear Agent Cooper talking to Diane through his recorder. As the camera searches across taxidermied deer hooves holding hunting riffles, and ornate nature paintings, we fall upon Cooper, hanging upside down by a pair of metal hooks around his ankles. It's never explained why he's doing this, but for some reason the late '80s and early '90s had a weird thing about hanging guys upside down as so form of exercise. Michael Keaton did it in Batman, Patrick Bateman had one, and even Dale Cooper. Perhaps it was quick way to indicate both athleticism and eccentricity.

Cooper, hanging about in his hot dad garters and boxers dismounts from his perch with an ease that is both impressive and sexy. Before ending his recording session with Diane, Cooper waxes philosophical about Marilyn Monroe and the Kennedys. In a way, this is Lynch and Frost drawing parallels between the deaths of both Monroe and Laura- two blonde women surrounded by powerful men and mystery. It's fitting when you consider that Lynch and Frost's first collaboration was in the form of a Marilyn Monroe biopic which never came into fruition. In many ways, the project laid some of the groundwork for what would become Twin Peaks.

Starting his day right with a balanced hotel breakfast, we're treated to yet another fascinating glimpse into Cooper's diet. As Sheriff Truman says later in the episode, he must have the metabolism of a bumblebee. Cooper orders a breakfast he refers to as "hard on the arteries," which is as hard as he wants his eggs. He wants his bacon super crispy- cremated. It may sound as though I'm exaggerating, but I've always loved watching Cooper order breakfast. He seems to revere food in a way not regularly seen on dramatic television. The morning coffee is more than one of the best, it's "damn fine." People have complained that the way people talk about food in Twin Peaks is weird. Sure, maybe in life creamed corn isn't an allegory to pain and suffering, but we've all been there when someone is having a similar reaction to the stuff. Food is personal, and it's a part of everyone's lives, why wouldn't characters talk about it?

Arriving at the tail end of Cooper's order is Audrey Horne, who has seemingly grown a good six or seven inches of hair overnight. Out of all of the mysteries in Twin Peaks, this was the least perplexing. Somewhere between filming the pilot and the first episode, Sherilyn Fenn grew her hair out, and it looks stunning. Everything about Audrey is stunning. Her eyebrows are stunning. That sweater is stunning. But at the moment, it is she who is stunned by Agent Cooper. Just as charmed by his eccentricities and his slicked black hair, she approaches Agent Cooper and asks to join him. Immediately Cooper sizes up that she finds him attractive, she's not exactly hiding it, and neither is he for that matter. For many fans, this is the moment the ship of Cooper and Audrey set sail. I personally always prefer the version where Cooper does the adult thing and doesn't date a high schooler.

After questioning Audrey, Cooper heads off to the Sheriff Station where they seem to still be having their breakfast as everyone he encounters has a mouthful of donuts. I'd also like to note the weird guy with a welding torch and ladder near the entrance. Twin Peaks is a lived in world filled with these people toiling away. Sheriff Harry Truman, mouth full of donuts, can't get a word in as Cooper flies into the room. After spelling out the itinerary, Cooper disappears to "urinate." This marks the first of many references to Dale Cooper's pee. Much like Tom Hanks, our favourite FBI agent is passionate about pissing. It's one of those life things, like food, that Twin Peaks likes to celebrate. Sometimes it's really nice to have a good piss, therefore sometimes Twin Peaks is about having a really good piss. I'm being completely earnest here.

Dr Hayward arrives to the sheriff station to report the findings of the post mortem. Unable to carry out the procedure himself, he outsourced the job to a nearby colleague. I've always admired the way Warren Frost plays this scene. His sadness seems to come and go in waves of realisation. There are the same echos from the pilot episode present here. From the report we learn that Laura died from a loss of blood from numerous shallow wounds. She had bite marks on her shoulders and marks on her arms from having been bound. She had also had sex with at least three men the night of her murder. The doctor also concludes that there is no doubt that Ronette was also present. As Dr Hayward relays this grizzly tale, his eyes wander to the photo of Laura. Pangs of sadness wash over his face as he questions who could do such a thing. He was the doctor present at her birth. She was his daughter's best friend. Laura was family to him.

On the other spectrum of family, we join the Johnsons at their incomplete home. Unable to just ask Shelly if she would do his laundry, Leo has to play mind games. He asks her if she did his laundry and chastises her as if catching her in a lie because his bag of nasty truck cabin clothes are still dirty. Eric Da Re is not a great actor, but there's something perfect about that. Leo is a big asshole that gaslights his wife, I don't expect much depth there. The only good thing I say about him is they got rid of his awful perm from the pilot. Even the way he pinches her cheek is controlling and unnatural. There's clearly no love between them, which is why when she discovers a blood-stained shirt in Leo's laundry she hides it. With Laura recently dead, and his behaviour as of late, this could be evidence. When he comes back later in a frenzy to find said shirt, he flies into a rage at its absence.

We're back at the Sheriff Station where we learn James Hurley owned the other half of Laura's necklace. As compared to Bobby's interrogation, James is Mr Manners. He answers all of Agent Cooper's questions with a quiet intensity. He admits to shooting the picnic video, and to owning the other half of the necklace, but not knowing who dug it up. He was also aware Laura was taking drugs but tried to get her to stop. On the night she died, James picked Laura up on his motorcycle. Acting strangely Laura disembarked from his bike, a disagreement ensued, Laura told James she loved him and disappeared into the woods. Cooper seems pleased with this information. We're then shown slow-motion picnic footage of Laura smiling at the camera. A somewhat cheesy "Help me," is played over the sound of wind and haunting music. It's a sort of fourth-wall-breaking that makes Twin Peaks feel as though not only the town, but the show itself is haunted by the late Laura Palmer.

Bobby and Mike, freshly arrested from their fistfight with Ed argue in their holding cells about the money they owe Leo Johnson. After being briefly questioned by Agent Cooper, they're both sent away with a warning not to harm James. James is also released into the custody of Big Ed, who confides that he believes the bartender, Jacques Renault,  slipped a Mickey in his drink. Ed wasn't just meeting Norma that night, he was also staking out Jacques' activities as a suspected drug dealer.

Speaking of Norma, we're given a brief but intense encounter at the general store between her and Nadine. At this point in the show, Nadine is completely bonkers. While I don't feel like she becomes any less touched in the head, we do begin to see more depth to her than just Ed's crazy wife. Wendie Robie is so good as Nadine, that Peggy Lipton only really need to react in kind as Nadine goes on about her drape runners. You can tell there's a quiet rivalry between the two women, both of whom resent one another for what they represent to one another. Norma is the woman Ed loves, and Nadine is the woman that stole him from Norma. When Nadine emphatically mentions the cotton balls that will make her drape runners completely silent, Norma can only stand as if in disbelief. It's the epitome of "weird flex, but ok." It doesn't help that all of this cotton ball talk is nestled into a conversation about Ed being in intensive care. Nadine exits as soon as she entered, leaving poor Norma looking confused and slightly violated.

Speaking of forbidden love, we're given a great scene between Donna Hayward and her mother, Eileen. We learn that despite her grief for Laura, and the guilt it makes her feel, Donna is finding herself loving James. Despite the nightmare that surrounds her, this love for James is like a beautiful dream. Eileen encourages her to invite James over for dinner, which she does. When watching James meet the Haywards I couldn't help but think of Eraserhead. In both, we get two entirely different, albeit very Lynchian "meet the parents," scenes. While James isn't asked to carve any manmade chickens, the awkward politeness permeates both scenes. There’s a sort of wholesomeness that borders on absurdity. Watching James make small talk in his big boy sweater is about the cutest damn thing that you almost forget how violent and terrifying Twin Peaks can be at times. This is something lifted straight out of the Waltons with it's cheesy Americana and good-natured sincerity. Of course, not everyone is as pleased about this new pairing as Mike and Bobby spot James' bike outside Donna's house.

Meanwhile, Dale and Harry find their way at the Martel residence to speak with Josie about her language classes with Laura. Through body language alone, Cooper deduces that the Sheriff and Josie are an item of sorts, as indicated at the end of the pilot episode. Pete is his usual charming self, offering up a cup of Joe to our boys. We're given another Cooperism as he asks for his coffee "black as midnight on a moonless night." That's pure poetry. We don't learn much from Josie here, other than the fact that Laura used to tutor her English and that she seemed distracted the last time they met. The biggest takeaway from the scene is that somehow Pete accidentally brewed a pot of coffee with a fish in the percolator. This is easily one of the most iconic scenes from the original series. Jack Nance was a treasure, and I will never not feel absolute delight when he comes rushing in just a touch too late- they've already tried the coffee.

Josie is called away for a phone call from the ice queen Catherine who informs her that shutting down the mill for the day cost the company more money than it was worth. After hanging up with Josie, we can see Catherine is in a strange motel, sipping champagne with Ben Horne. They're clearly working against Josie, but it's no secret that neither of them trust one another. Everyone is playing the double secret con, and it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. However, we do learn that the two are on again off again lovers. On the other side of town, Deputy Hawk follows up with Ronette's parents at the hospital. The Pulaskis don't have much information other than the fact that Ronette used to work the perfume counter at Horne's Department Store. As he is leaving, Hawk sees a suspicious one armed man skulking around the morgue. Following his gut instinct he starts tailing this mysterious figure through the dark halls of the hospital. Upon entering a room alight in a trippy dayglo black light, Hawk finds himself alone. Whoever this mystery man was, he disappeared into thin air.

A lot of this episode's theme seems to centre around the relationship between the parents and the high schoolers. Along with her conversation with her own mother, we get a scene between Donna and Sarah Palmer. Sarah, still sick with grief, seems genuinely pleased to see Donna until she sees Laura's face superimposed over Donna's. As she's pulling her closer she gets another vision, this time of a creepy grey-haired man sitting at the edge of Laura's bed. Sarah goes into full-on panic mode in a way only Grace Zabriskie is capable of delivering. Leland rushes in to whisk Donna away from the traumatic experience. In his own home, Bobby is getting a stern lecture from his father, Major Garland Briggs. The Major awkwardly tries to treat Bobby with some tough love, but ultimately misses the mark. Bobby's problems are bigger than anything his poor parents could fathom. The Hornes also experience a bit of domestic turmoil with Ben confronts Audrey about how her conversation with the Norwegians cost their family greatly. But unlike the Briggses, if Ben wanted to understand Audrey's rebellious nature, he only need look in the mirror.

Let's take a moment now to consider Laura Palmer. She was a troubled teenage girl with a drug habit, yes. Add to that being homecoming queen, in Spanish club, tutoring immigrants, caring for Audrey's special needs brother, and even heading Meals on Wheels for the elderly and shut-ins. It's the Meals on Wheels program that brings Cooper and Truman to the Double R Diner, where Laura used to work. We learn that Laura didn't just head the program, she created it. If any fictional characters were gunning for sainthood, Laura would be high on the list. It's easy to see why losing her has wounded the town so completely. The Log Lady approaches Cooper about Laura Palmer informing him that her log saw something the night Laura died. However, Cooper's reluctance to ask the log directly leads to her leaving before relaying the log's message.

Fresh off her shift from the Double R, Shelly returns home to Leo who has just put a bar of soap into a sock. He questions her about the bloody shirt, but she feigns ignorance. He tells her he's going to "teach," her about respecting people's property as he advances toward her with the sock swinging over his head. We can only look on hopelessly as the brutish Leo approaches a cowering Shelly. The scene graciously cuts away, as we know what comes next. The episode concludes in Dr Jacoby's bizarre Hawaii themed office (or maybe apartment, maybe both). Inside a fishtank sits three dried out puffer fish filled with blinking lights like paper lamps. After putting a tape into his stereo he dons a pair of giant headphones revealing a taped conversation from his former secret patient- Laura Palmer. He pulls coconut from a palm tree and settles in to listen to his tape. He opens up the coconut to reveal the other half of Laura's necklace. It appears that Dr Jacoby was the one following James and Donna into the woods.

The contents of the recording are revealing, not just about Laura, but also about Dr Jacoby. Laura's flirtatious nature indicates that we can add one more sexual partner to Laura's list. She mentions how James is sweet but too dumb to talk to her about her problems like Jacoby is capable of doing. But part of the brilliance in the scene is that you can also sense that Laura is acting for Dr Jacoby. Fulfilling the role of a young helpless girl who loves him, so that he may fulfil some role she needs. Whether it be a form of protection or just a soundboard for her problems, she had him wrapped around her finger. So what is this ritual of Jacoby's? Are these the actions of a killer reminiscing over the trophies of his hunt, or a man grieving the real, if not inappropriate relationship he had with a young girl? As the tape continues, we hear Laura talking about a man in a red car who can really light her "F-I-R-E." She continues to make a confession about a mystery man, but the audio drops out, leaving us only the doctor's perplexed face to clue us into what she said. The credits roll as we're left wondering.

Truth be told, I could have written this review without having to rewatch the episode. I try and rewatch Twin Peaks in its entirety at least once every one or two years. However, I am glad I did revisit this one as there are lots of little pieces of minutiae I may have overlooked. More than anything, I was curious to weigh Dunham's directing against David Lynch's, and I have to say, it's not bad. The tone is correct for the series and the emotions are played for real. It's always going to be different because the two directors are different people. But as certain episodes in season two prove, some directors begin to parody Lynch's style, adding weird for the sake of weird. But this early on, it is as though Twin Peaks is a juggernaut of unstoppable creativity. Even the duller storylines take on the energy of the greater mystery. Lynch only directed a handful of the original series episodes, which is why the next episode I'm reviewing is an especially exciting one. Not only is episode two (aka the third episode) directed by David Lynch, but it also begins to introduce some of the more metaphysical elements of the series. You could almost say that Lynch directs the most important episodes, and my god is this next one a doozy.

Well, friends, that's all from the world of Twin Peaks for now. I'll have the next review up soonish, but not before the new Doctor Who review. Speaking of which, it is now less than an hour until it airs! Who else is excited? What a great way to ring in the new year! See you all soon!

#twin peaks #season one #david lynch #mark frost #dale cooper #kyle maclachlan #Laura Palmer #Sheryl Lee #dr jaboby #donna hayward #audrey horne #duwayne dunham #traces to nowhere #james hurley #bobby briggs #ronette pulaski

[ellana-ravenwood]

“I could break you” - Conner Kent x Batsis!Reader (Erotica)

Well. I recently binge watched (again) Young Justice (the trailer for season 3 hyped me too much), and remembered how much I fucking love Conner Kent. Like if we forget about the Batfam, he’s definitely my favorite DC character (I mean, if we also forget about Constantine I guess). And I...just...had to write something with him. And I also felt like writing smut so...Yup. Hope you’ll like it ! 

IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives.

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Conner was nervous.

He had no reasons to really, it was even quite stupid for him to stress so much about something so dumb and normal.

And yet, here he was, at the kitchen table in his parents’ house (most of the time, he lived at the Young Justice’s headquarters, where he had his own little enclosed apartment, but it was vacation time for everyone so...he came to visit his family), barely touching his breakfast while he usually ate six eggs, countless hashbrowns and so oh so much bacon...

It’s his mom who noticed. Of course it is. His brother and father were to busy eating to see anything else but their plate.

Lois turns to her oldest boy (that she came to consider her son not so long ago to be honest, when Clark finally came to closure with the fact that he had to be there for him...well, “not so long ago”, quite a few years now, nearly ten in fact, Jon was tiny when Conner really came into her life) and says :

-Are you OK Conner ?

And by the way he jumped in the air, she knew she was right. Something was wrong, and she was gonna get it out of him.

Conner turns to his mom, as if she just slapped him, utterly surprised she noticed something (even if it was very obvious) and shakes his head :

-Yes. Yes, I’m fine. I was just...thinking.

Lois gives him that mom look that means : “And you think I’m going to buy that ?”, and doesn’t even have to say more for Conner to continue :

-Ok it’s just...I wanted to ask you something but I don’t know if...I mean...

Lois elbows her husband, who was still too engrossed with his food to realize anything, and gives him that typical wife look that he could translate by : “Pay attention to what is happening, it’s important...also you have a piece of egg on your chin” (yes, it’s a very specific look). 

Clark reluctantly tears away from his food (which is made even more difficult as he hears his youngest son chewing loudly his delicious breakfast..) and raises his head, looking simultaneously at his wife then at his boy (who wasn’t really a boy anymore). ...Of course, he has no idea what’s going on, but he acts like he does, imitating his wife’s thoughtful facial expression. 

Lois says : 

-Conner, you know you can ask us anything right ?

Oh. Ok there’s something the boy wants to ask but he hesitates too. Alright. Dad Clark is up to date. He confirms what his wife just said : 

-Yes. Yes of course you can ask us anything. 

Conner looks between his mother and father, and their gentle expression calms him a little bit. With a weak voice that is very unlike him, he says :  

-It’s about (Y/N). 

Lois and Clark exchange a look, and his mom says : 

-You can ask us anything, of course. But if it regards certain...Matters, maybe you should talk about it with your friends ? Or with your dad. Just with him. 

For a few seconds, Conner is confused. 

What is she on about ? 

...Until he realizes his mom misunderstood him, and his face turns utterly red. 

He can’t believe she thought he wanted to ask something about...that ! As if he was gonna discuss with his parents about what happens with his girlfriend !!

Blushing more and more at the thought, Conner blurts out : 

-I’m not gonna ask you anything about...that ! Especially not in front of Jon ! It’s not...I wasn’t...What happens between her and I...Stays between her and I and...wasn’t...I wasn’t...far from it...it’s not...

Happy she misunderstood her son’s nervousness, Lois chuckles a bit as she witnesses her twenty something boy getting all awkward and embarrassed and not knowing what to say. 

It’s always a treat for her, when her powerful family members mumble and ramble out of embarrassment, it makes them feel more...humans and flawed. 

In that moment, Clark has some terrible flashbacks of teenaged him and this almost exact scene happening with his ma and pa, and therefor, he rushes to his son’s aid and says : 

-Ok moving on. Then what do you want to ask ? 

Conner takes a few second to regain his countenance, and after mumbling some more about “intimate topics not being a subject of conversation with parents” he shakes his head and finally says : 

-I just...Well here we go. 

Conner takes a deep breath and quickly says : 

-I want to take (Y/N) to a special place, only I...Well...Could I borrow your car please ? I still don’t have one and I want to pick her up for once. She always come to get me...And her dad really doesn’t like when I fly to the mansion, he’s super paranoid about their secret identities - to that comment, Clark raises his eyebrows as if to say “yeah no kidding ?” but lets his son finish - and my motorcycle needs repairs and...I just want to pick her up for once. Trying to be romantic you know ? So...Could I borrow your car ? 

There’s a small silence. Lois tries to muffle her “aaawww” because she thinks her son is utterly cute, and meanwhile, Clark answers : 

-That’s it ? You want to borrow the car ? Of course you can boy ! Go ahead ! 

Conner’s face light up, and once against, Lois has to restrain herself from embarrassing him by cooing at him as if he was a baby, but he was genuinely so cute ! She just wanted to pinch his cheek and shower him with kisses. 

-Where are you going to take her ? 

Clark asks, giving his wife the perfect diversion to go and fetch more eggs and Hashbrown for Jon, and therefor hiding her urge to treat her twenty six year old son like if he was a toddler. 

-Oh I wanna take her to one of the field at the outskirt of Smallville, a bit further than grandma’s house. She never saw the Milky Way, living in Gotham and all. So we’re going to go stargazing. 

Lois makes a strangle noise from the kitchen (her boy was just so sweet !) and Clark and Conner looks at her, a bit worried. 

-You ok mom ? 

Conner asks, and she comes back sitting next to him, ruffling his hair. 

-Yes I am. You’re just...too sweet. (Y/N) is a lucky girl. 

Conner blushes a bit, still having trouble accepting compliments...But his mom’s next few words make him blush even more : 

-Though...Stargazing. Just the two of you. Hum...Don’t forget to bring protection. 

-AAAAH MOOOOOM !! 

Conner exclaims, as red as a tomato. Clark acts as if he didn’t hear anything and goes back to his breakfast and...Jon finally lifts his head up, saying : 

-Mom’s right. Bring protection. You never know if an asteroid or something is gonna fall on ya while you stargaze ! Also, are you gonna finish your plate ?

Clark and Lois burst out in laughter in front of a very confused Jon, and a Conner who wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear...Blushing more than ever, he hands his plate to his little brother and leaves the table, as his parents still laugh like crazy. 

Snatching their car key, he rushes outside and curses a bit more because why did they have to laugh so much ?! 

Damn them. 

************

When you received Conner’s text, the least you could say is that you were utterly surprised. 

It was very rare, that he would come p...Wait. 

Actually, it was the first time he came to pick you up by car. 

Usually, you’d meat at Mount Justice, or he would fly to your house (which your dad hated) and then you’d use one of your car (being a Wayne had its perks) to go out. 

He used his motorcycle a few time, but again, you having one too, you’d just meet somewhere and then go on a road trip or something...

Yes. It was the first time he actually drove from Metropolis to Wayne Manor to come and pick you up for a date. It was...somewhat exciting. 

You didn’t know why, but there was something about him coming to get you that was just...feeling really nice. 

You were looking outside from one of the first floor window when you finally heard the bell from the gigantic portal at the entrance of the estate. 

You rushed downstairs to go open, but of course Alfred was there first...And so were the rest of your family. 

-What are you guys doing ? 

Your words startle all of them and they turn around a bit panicked, as if you just caught them redhanded while doing something illegal. Your father speaks first : 

-Nothing. 

He says, in the most unconvincing tone ever. 

You crease your eyebrows at him and say : 

-You weren’t expecting to see him before I came down, were you ? Because that would be a ridiculously stupid plan.  And I think he heart enough of your threat already. 

Jason, who was visiting that day, said a falsely innocent : 

-Nooooooo. Of course not. We would NE-VER.

You glare at them a bit, and gesture for them to get away from the door. They obediently go out of your way and you go to open the front door, almost snarling at them. 

-Don’t you have better things to do anyway ? 

You ask them a bit coldly, while Alfred rolls his eyes and Dick gives you an apologetic look. They look away, as if they were down there by pure coincidence. 

You turn towards the outdoor.

A car is slowly going up the path to the entrance door. 

It’s a pick-up truck. 

Of course it’s a pick-up truck, it’s probably Clark’s. 

And it’s...oh my gods. 

-Wait...Red and blue...jeez, can you be more obvious ?

Your father, who went out too and was now next to you, rolls his eyes and says :

-Eh it’s Clark we’re talking about, not really the most...You know. His way of hiding his secret identity is by putting some glasses on...

You chuckle a bit, knowing indeed exactly what he means. And you forget to tell him to go back inside and leave you and Conner alone. 

The car stops in front of the stairs and Conner gets out of it. He awkwardly straightens himself up and slowly walks up the stairs.

His eyes cross your father’s and he holds his gaze defiantly but then...

then he sees you. 

A wide smile spreads across his face : 

-Hey you. 

He says a bit dumbly (he always felt so light hearted around you). 

-Hi. 

You answer with the same lovey dovey tone. He continues, giving you his hand : 

-Shall we go ? 

You’re about to answer when your father (now joined by the rest of your family) says, his voice cold and low, menacing : 

-Go where, exactly ? 

You slowly turn to him, and oh it’s utterly scary, the look you give him...you’re definitely taking that glare after him. With slow detached words you say, the anger felt in every syllables : 

-I am twenty, dad. It’s none of your business where I go. 

He looks at you and is about to answer, probably ready to say something stupid that every parents say like : “As long as you live under my roof, you follow my rules” or something (as if that ever happened anyway...after all, you were also taking a lot ater your mother, Catwoman), but this time, you’re the one cutting him off. 

You ignore him completely and turn to Conner : 

-I’m coming back babe - it’s utterly satisfying, how your dad winces at the pet name you give your boyfriend-,  forgot my backpack upstairs. 

You start to leave but stop before reaching the door. You turn around and glare some more at your brothers and dad before saying : 

-You guys. In. Right now. Except you Dick, you can talk with Conner if you wanna, you’re the only one that isn’t annoying here. The others, inside the house. Actually, follow me, so I’m sure you’re not planning anything sneaky. 

They’re about to protest, but oh the look you give them...And so they follow you to your bedroom. With a sigh you tell them : 

-I thought we were over the all “watching your every move whenever you’re with your boyfriend” phase ?

Your father looks at you very seriously and says : 

-I never agreed to that. 

-You did when you said you’d stop trying to break us up. Still think it’s a huge asshole move by the way, not sure I forgave you yet (in this story : “They’re kind of assholes”).

Your dad grumbles an answer and turns to your brothers for support. 

But they all look away...It was hard for them to let go, but they had to admit that you were old enough to make your own decisions and all...And Conner was a good guy, they really weren’t being fair. 

Besides, they still actually felt bad about trying to break the two of you up (well, maybe Damian and your dad didn’t much).

You roll your eyes and give them each a small slap on the back of their head. 

-I know what I’m doing. Trust me. 

Jason snorts and says : 

-Oh we trust you. Him on the other hand...

There’s a small silence and you sigh once again...Only one solution left for them to let go. You look at them and gather the famous Wayne smirk before saying : 

-Jay, I’m twenty. If you think Conner is my first you’re gravely mistaken and I...

Tim interjects : 

-WOW ! STOP ! DO NOT WANT TO KNOW THOSE INFOS ABOUT MY SISTER !! RED ALERT ! RED ALLEEERT !! 

Your father looks at you, shocked (he had to realize, one day or another, you weren’t a child anymore), Jason froze and seemed to have crashed as if he was a computer, Damian has a murderous look in his eyes but is still too stunned to move....and you smirk as you leave your room. 

Yup. Here’s a sure way to shut them up. 

They all stand in your room, stunned, as you go back down and yell to them :

-See y’all tomorrow ! 

After a while, they finally de-froze. And your youngest brother says : 

-Did she say she’d come back tomorrow ?!

His voice is full of worries, as he turns to your father who just manages to say : 

-...Did she just say “y’all” ?

Oh God. The Kent were starting to influence you too much...

You were already far away when they finally decided to move out of your room, your father sighing nostagically a bit at the sight of a picture of you and him when you were barely four... 

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When you went down the stairs, you found Conner red as a tomato, discussing with Dick. You instantly narrowed your eyes at your brother and said : 

-Oh, not you too Dickie ?! 

Your oldest brother turned to you and smiled widely, of a joyful and innocent smile : 

-What ? Can’t give advices to a friend ? And can’t threaten my sister’s boyfriend to kill him if he hurts her ? 

Unsure of wether he’s kidding or not, you just stare at him and slowly takes Conner’s hand. You two get back to the car, and you ask him : 

-What did he say to you exactly ? 

-Nothing ! 

Conner’s answer is too rushed for you to believe him...but you don’t feel like getting the truth out of him. Nope. You just want to enjoy your day. 

You watch your oldest brother wave at you as you leave, a way too satisfied smile on his face...

************

The drive is oh so pleasant. 

You talk about anything and nothing, and sometimes, you just stay silent, enjoying each others’ presence. Listening to your favorite song (getting a bit too turned up when “Africa” by Toto gets on...). 

At some point, you decide to lay your head on his shoulder, and put your hand on his thigh and Conner can’t help but smile stupidly. Your mere presence always made him feel so jolly, so relaxed...

Finally, you arrive where he wanted to take you. 

It’s a beautiful field in the middle of nowhere, near a forrest. You can hear water a bit further, lost in the trees, probably a river of some sort. 

There, you start by having a picnic.

Conner prepared some sandwiches and it’s just so romantic and cute ! And oh it’s been so long since he had the occasion to be romantic and cute with you...

You wipe a bit of mayo that got on the corner of his mouth and...before you know it, your lips are on his, and you’re straddling him while furiously making out, his tongue licking at yours. 

It almost turns to more but...as usual he pulls away.

This time, he tells you you two should go to the river, to cool down a little on this hot summer day (both figuratively and literally). He didn’t want you to have a heatstroke or something...

And you get a little bit frustrated. 

You know you shouldn’t be. But it’s always like this...You spend more than one night with him, at Mount Justice, but things never went further than passionate making-out and sometimes, oral. 

Granted, he was amazing at eating you out and more than once he snuck in your bedroom at the mansion, and devoured you while you were trying to be silent so your family wouldn’t hear you. 

And given his reactions, you knew you gave good blowjobs too but...Whenever it was time for more, for the “ultimate act of love” (your mom called it that...you didn’t even know why you picked her expression up, it was so stupid and cheesy) he stopped (even if clearly reluctant to). 

And you knew why. 

It wasn’t because he didn’t want to be with you like that, but because he was afraid to hurt you. And given the fact that he still couldn’t always control his powers properly...he could very well hurt you.

He almost did a few times when his cock was in your mouth so...he wasn’t about to risk injuring you badly.

But damn it was starting to get frustrating. 

Especially even more since you knew he slept with M’gann before (which was fine, you had other boyfriends too, including a certain “Aqualad”). 

Somehow, she convinced him he wouldn’t hurt her...or maybe he thought she could take it while you couldn’t ? 

She wasn’t a “weak” human after all...

Little did you know that he just never thought that he could hurt her when they were together, while with you...just the thought of hurting you a tiny bit hurt his heart more than anything else. 

You weren’t about to force him of course, but you would be lying if you didn’t have a hope that spending the night in a remote place just the two of you wouldn’t arouse a...certain mood. 

But for now, all frustration disappears as you playfully throw some water at him, and he picks you up and throw you in the cold ass water...Not very delicately, but hey, you’re not really a delicate lady. 

You emerge from the water, hair falling unsexily on your face, laughing your ass off as Conner joins you, and you both start playing as if you were little kids. 

And it’s just so nice, to be far away from any responsibilities and vigilante stuffs...It has been a long time since you two had a sort of vacation. 

Even longer since you managed to be just the two of you...there was usually always someone around. 

So you take advantage of it, enjoying every single seconds in his arms, laughing, talking, yelling out of joy...

************

You don’t think you’ve been that happy ever in your life. 

That relaxed. 

It’s...so nice, to forget about all your stress, traumas and bad times. 

To not worry about your father being reckless, or about one of your brothers getting hurt somehow. About having to arrest your mother because she stole yet another treasure or anything of the like...

You wish you could stay like that forever. 

Far from all your troubles. Not that you didn’t love your family, hell, you would die for all of them but...It was so nice to be away from their antics for once. 

It made you realize that, more often than note, you’d live for them...and Conner was your only escape. 

Not that you would change your life. No. You couldn’t stay away from your beloved family for long...But from times to times, it was nice to not have them around you know ? 

You felt a bit guilty having that thought, but then Conner wrapped his arms around you and you forgot about all of that, for once, thinking only about your own happiness. 

Your boyfriend had brought some blanket and pillows to throw in the back of the truck, and you were both snuggled against each other, gazing at the stars. 

That day had left you exhausted, as you did so many things (unfortunately, no actions you desperately wanted...ugh). 

You knew Conner was completely fine, Hell, the man barely even needed to sleep...but you felt knackered, and kinda forgot about any prospect of possible sex. 

You shift a bit next to him and groan out in pain. 

Worried, Conner turns his head down to you and asks : 

-What’s wrong ? 

You shake your head slightly and say : 

-It’s nothing really, I just had a rough night yesterday. Got hit a bit badly on the shoulders and back...It’s sore. 

He looks at you thoughtfully as you close your eyes, not really making a big deal out of it (and it’s so frustrating to him, the way you never seem to care that much when you get hurt...). 

His hand mindlessly drawing pattern on your back, he finally says : 

-How about a massage ? I know they can be very relaxing...

You were slowly falling asleep and jumped a bit at the sound of his voice. You turn your head upward to meet his gaze and say, an eyebrow raised : 

-Do you even know how to give a massage ? 

-I’m no expert, but I believe I know enough. I read a few books about it. And...I know you’re stressed, and I thought I could help a bit. 

You smile at him, oh if only he knew how relaxed he made you feel...You consider his offer however, and sit up, offering him a smile : 

-Alright Kon, sure. That’d be nice. Thank you. 

He nods, still smiling at you a little awkwardly, and you giggle. It’s not like you’ve never been intimate before...

His eyes widen as you take your top off as if nothing. He stares at your breast despite himself, and his adam’s apple visibly gulped. 

You roll your eyes and say : 

-What ? You wanna massage me through my clothes ? Seems a bit un-efficient. And come on, you already saw my boobs. Touched them more than once, fell asleep on them a few times. 

You wink at him and he blushes slightly. He takes a sharp intake of air and says : 

-Yes. Yes of course. I just...I...Nevermind. 

You roll on your belly and he sits next to you. For some reasons, you couldn’t help but tense a bit, awaiting for him to touch you, as if afraid you were just having a pleasant dream...Finally, he lays his warm hands on your shoulders and begins to rub there. And it’s definitely real. 

At first, he goes a little too gently, his thumbs rubbing the area where your neck joins your shoulders. As usual, he was afraid to hurt you...

But very soon however, he begins to gain confidence, pressing harder and using his whole hand. You sigh, relaxing in his touch. 

-You know Conner, it might be easier if you, hum...if you sat on...you know...

You trail off, not entirely sure how to put this. “Straddling me” just sounded way too sexual and though you’ve been very intimate with him before, you don’t want to scare him away. 

The massage felt just too good, and you were afraid that if you pushed him too much he’d be scared to hurt you again and pull away. 

He understands your meaning however, and kneels over you, resting lightly on your thighs, almost on your rear, barely applying pressure there, and you know he’s holding up his weight. 

-Is this ok ? 

He asks nervously, again, afraid to hurt you...and touching you like that feels too nice, he doesn’t want to stop. 

-Yeah. It’s good. 

Conner’s hands continue to work down your back, with more skill than you had expected. He slowly works out the knots in your muscles, knots that have been there for years, and after a while of his careful attention, you can’t help but let a small moan escape. 

He instantly stops :

-Oh please Conner, continue. When did you get so good at this ? Do you often massage people ? 

You were so damn relaxed, you were pretty sure you could fall asleep like this. And you clearly didn’t realize the innuendos of your words.  

Conner caught on it however...He gulps before answering : 

-I...I don’t know. I didn’t realize I was any good at it. And you’re the first one I do that to...

His voice sounds strange, almost strained. You frown, shifting slightly beneath him, and hears your boyfriend’s breathing stutter. 

And then, for the first time, you notice it : the slight bulge pressing against your ass.

Conner is hard. Oh so damn hard. 

Your heart jumps, and you can’t help the warm jolt of arousal low in your stomach. Should you say something? Ignore it ? 

You hear Conner take a deep breath, continuing his ministration to your back, trying to ignore the sensation, and you grin into the pillow. 

-You ok, Kon ?

 You ask innocently, knowing damn well what you were doing.

-Yes, I… I’m fine.

He responds, his voice gruffer than usual.

-You sure ? 

You ask again cheekily, wriggling your ass slightly against him. You were definitely not gonna let such an occasion pass without doing anything. 

Conner grunts, taking his hands away from your back to rest them on the makeshift bed in the back of the truck, gripping the sheets. 

-(Y/N)…

-Yeah ?

You ask in the most innocent voice you can muster, ignoring his warning tone and rubbing your ass against his growing erection. 

-Mm, got a little problem there, babe ?

You hear him sigh deeply and he says : 

-I thought you said you were tired.

-Mm. I don’t recall saying that...

You answer, knowing it’s a blatant lie as you told him you were tired barely a few minutes earlier. 

With a little wriggling around you manage to roll over, taking in Conner’s flushed cheeks and his pupils blown wide in arousal. 

-Can I ask you something ?

You say. Conner looks up and keeps his gaze fixed on the top of the truck above you, resolutely refusing to look at your exposed cleavage, afraid to get even harder. 

-If you have too...

He murmurs. You take a deep breath and launch yourself :

-Are we going to beat around the bush for long ? Are we both going to ignore your dick pressing against my stomach ? Or like...Are we going to finally do something about it  ? 

It seems like Conner wants to lift off of you, but he just can’t resolves himself to do so...There’s a small awkward silence. 

Conner doesn’t reply, and you can feel your heart drop. Was he going to pull away once again ? Was he going to act as if nothing happened, and just go back to cuddling you ? 

Instead, he finally meets your gaze.

And there’s something in his eyes you’ve never seen before. A lust he cannot hide anymore. 

He leans down slowly until his still-clothed chest touches yours. 

His face is so close, his breath warm on your lips. 

And then, at last, he closes the distance. And for once, it seems like this make out session isn’t going to stop with just heated kisses...

His lips are chapped and rough against yours, but the kiss is gentle, tentative. As if he was afraid you’d break under him...

You reach up to place one hand on his back, the other behind his head, your fingers threading through his hair as Conner becomes more confident. 

His lips move against yours, and you ache for more, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He gladly accepts it and his hands tighten in the sheets around your head.

Not even realizing it, he begins to rock his hips against yours, the bulge in his pants pressing right where you need it, and you moan into his mouth.

Conner suddenly breaks away, the two of you gasping, catching your breath. And for a moment you’re afraid he changed his mind again, and you clutch his shirt, as if you could stop him from pulling away if he really wanted to. 

But he rests his forehead against yours, and you find yourself enraptured by his piercing blue eyes, unable to look away. 

You tug at the bottom of his shirt before you even fully realised you're doing it, and Conner sits up, helping you pull the shirt off over his head without bothering with undoing the buttons of his flannel. 

You reach up to run your hands down his muscular bare chest, brushing your thumbs over his nipples as they harden, and he closes his eyes, letting out a groan.

God, the things that noise did to you… you reach out impatiently for the button on his pants, unfastening it, your heart pounding. 

-Conner...Conner, you’re ok with this, right ? Here ? 

You ask, panting. Your warm breath makes your boyfriend shiver, and he nods, his hands brushing yours as he helps you pull off his pants. 

-Yes. Are you ? And don’t worry, this field is abandoned, no one ever comes here...Especially not at night.

You laugh breathlessly, bucking your hips up against him. All he wore now was a pair of boxer briefs, his hard length visibly straining against the fabric. 

-I’ve been waiting for this for a while now...We could do that in front of a crowd that I wouldn’t care right now.

With that confirmation, Conner tugs off your jeans in one swift yet delicate motion, and then he’s grinding against you again, your underwear the only thing separating you. 

He captures your lips with his once more, and you whimper, torn between wanting this to last forever and wishing he would just get on with it...You waited long enough ! 

His lips begins to move from your mouth down your jaw, and further down your neck, peppering the skin there with soft open mouthed kisses as he massages your breast with one hand. 

You tip your head back, infuriated with how slow and gentle he was being. 

-Conner, bite me. 

He pulls back, frowning, and stops. You’re afraid you pushed him a bit too much with your poor impulse control, but he says a curious : 

-...What ?

You look at him straight in the eyes, and, mustering all the confidence you could, you say resolutly : 

-My neck. Bite me. Get a little wild babe. 

-If I do get a little wild, I could hurt you really bad...I could break you. 

-So be it, then I would die feeling something. 

You know you’re not being particularly nice, but you definitely hit him in his pride. He narrows his eyes at your mischievous smile and leans in again. 

He tentatively nips at your neck and your moans encourages him to continue. Soon, he becomes a little rougher, leaving hot wet kisses down your neck, and you let out a shaky exhale. 

And then the hand on your breast finally slides down your body, cupping your wet heat through your soaked panties. 

You lift your hips up into the warmth of his hand, gasping as he begins to rub you through the fabric. 

-Yeah Con - uh - just like that. 

He continues to rub you and in a whisper says : 

-You look beautiful like this. 

And without further warning, he pushes your panties aside, his fingers finally coming in contact with your sex. 

-So desperate for me to touch you. So wet for me...

He runs his fingers up and down your lower lips before slipping a finger inside you. And you don’t know what is taking your breath away more, his finger ruthlessly fucking you, or his sudden and very welcomed dirty talk. 

You’re not even sure he does it on purpose, or if he just says whatever is on his mind out loud, lost in his passion...but his words and his finger pumping inside you will be the death of you. 

And his teeth gently biting you there and there, leaving hickeys all over was a bit too much for you...a bit more harshly than you intended, you say : 

-Boxers off. Now. 

Desperate to see him, to touch him...

Conner quickly kicks off his underwear, finally freeing his dick, and you reach done, wrapping your fingers around his girth. 

Your boyfriend moans as you run your thumb over the tip, collecting pre-cum and using it to slick your movements as you begin to pump up and down. 

-(Y/N)...That...feels so good...

And you can’t help but smile fondly at him, as his eyes slowly half-close, and he’s coming undone at the pleasure you’re giving him. 

With what looks like a great deal of effort, he pries your hand away, trapping it above your head.

-I...Need to be inside you. 

He practically growls. 

Finally, he pulls your panty down and over your ankles before slipping his finger back into your heat once more. This time, he finds your clit, circling it slowly and expertly, making you gasp and squirm under his touch. 

-So beautiful. So perfect. 

He murmurs, his hot breath right next to your ear. 

-Yes...Oh Gods...Conner, don’t stop...

His fingers began to circle your clit a little faster now. And his hot voice resonates in your ear once more : 

-Look at you, begging for me so prettily. I cannot wait to make you scream my name...You know, I know you spend nights, your hand between your legs, thinking about all the things I’d do to you...I know, because oh you have no idea the number of time I touched myself thinking about those exact same things. And we’ve always been on the same page you and I...always...

Fucking Hell. He was going to be the end of you. 

Where did all that come from, all of a sudden ?! 

But you knew. Oh you knew. All those pent up feelings were suddenly resurfacing and...to be honest, you always knew Conner probably had a thing for dirty talk. It was a hunch.

And oh you were right.  

His fingers were alternating massaging your clit, and fucking you steadily, pimping in and out in a perfect pace. He knew you well...After all, he did already finger you but tonight ? Oh tonight every thing felt a hundred percent more vivid, everything was different. 

Because tonight, you’d go beyond pleasuring each other manually or orally. Tonight, you were finally going to become one...

-I know you thought about me inside you many times. I know...Whispering my name as you came, pleasuring yourself. But there’s no need to whisper anymore my love. Come on. Come on (Y/N), scream my name, go ahead, it’s finally happening, I cannot stop anymore. 

-Conner ! CONNER ! Oh God Conner ! 

You cry out, heat clenching in your stomach, your thighs tensing. He gives you a mischievous smile and says with a sexy voice : 

-Good girl. Come for me (Y/N), come for me. 

At those words, you were gone. You think you called out his name as you came, but you’re not sure. Hips bucking, writhing on the makeshift bed, arching your back. 

Conner’s fingers ease you through your orgasm, moving away from your clit as it became almost painfully sensitive, but still rubbing your folds as you finally flop back down...

-Conner, that was...wow. I mean. We already did that before but...what’s gotten into you ? Where does...all that come from ? 

Your boyfriend grins boyishly, his fingers still rubbing you gently, and you spread your legs a little further. He says : 

-I don’t really know...You drive me crazy I guess ? All your teasing today...I just can’t hold it anymore. 

-Teasing ? I so didn’t tease you. You did, with your touches and kisses and all ! 

-Let’s just say then that it’s a tie ? 

-Yet you’re the one that is still teasing right now Conner...I need more. 

And you can see it in his eyes, the sudden surge of doubt. He looks away a bit, still unsure...Maybe getting orgasms out of you by finger fucking you was enough ? Maybe you didn’t actually needed more ? But oh the look in your eyes...

He can’t do that to you. 

He’s not sure what it is, exactly, he cannot do. Not making love to you ? Or risking badly hurting you by doing it ? 

He pulls away slightly and you grab his arm. 

-Don’t you dare. 

You tell him threateningly, but he...He’s too afraid to break you in half. And though he’s still painfully hard, he pulls away, his warmth leaving making you shiver, and he sits up, back against the the cabin of the truck. 

You sigh and roll on your back...So what now ? A handjob or blowjob and everyone to bed ? But oh you ached so bad for more ! To feel him inside you, pushing in and out...and you know he wants too as well ! 

But he’s scared to hurt you and...Wait. He’s scared to hurt you ? 

So what if...What if you’re the one that move ? 

You sit up too and look at him. And the dilemma in his eyes almost hurt your heart...You know he wants you, but his fear of hurting you is too grand. 

You shake your head and reach in your backpack. You came prepared. Just in case...And you did right. 

You take out a condom, and Conner’s eyes widen. 

-(Y/N) I can’t risk...

Your fingers on his lips instantly shut him up. And despite himself, he finds himself softly kissing them...He looks at you as you roll the condom on his length, twitching under your touch, and you gaze back at him. 

-If you’re so afraid, then let me. 

He wants to stop you, but it seems he cannot move anymore. BEcause he wants this. Oh he wants this so bad.

And you do too..

It feels like he cannot breathe anymore as you sink down his cock. Slowly, oh painfully slowly. 

Your hands go to rest against his chest, and his cover yours so perfectly, as if they were molded to do so...He squeezes your hands lightly, tenderly, encouraging you to go slowly as you take all of him inside you. 

Finally, he’s all the way in, and he gasps in pleasure. 

You go to rest your forehead on the crook of his neck, breathing heavily, and for a few seconds, he’s afraid he’s too much for you, and he thinks about pulling you off of him but...Then you raise your hips slowly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and you go down again, a bit faster than before.

You do that a few time, up and down slowly, getting used to his size...your breathing mixing together, heavy and passionate. 

His lips find yours, as you fuck yourself onto him, and you share a sloppy yet loving kiss. He cannot help his arms wrapping around you, bringing you ever so closer. 

Slowly but surely, you increase the pace, and soon enough, you’re both panting mess full of pleasure. 

You rest your hands on his shoulder to help you get up and down faster, harder, and your voice snatches him out of this sort of transe he fell in : 

-Move your hips, Conner. 

At first, he doesn’t understand...But soon enough he raises his hips slowly to go meet yours and both your moans increase. 

It becomes a bit violent, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air...And Conner becomes self-aware that he might hurt you. But you grab his chin in between your fingers and fiercely says : 

-Don’t you fucking dare stopping Conner, don’t you fucking dare. It feels too good for that ! 

And so he doesn’t stop. He’s not sure he could have had anyway even if he wanted too...You felt just too damn good. So good in fact, that he couldn’t utter a word, even if he wanted to tell you oh so many filthy thing. Another time, perhaps ? 

But after a few moment, the rough night you had the day before catches on to you and you slow your pace at the worst moment possible, just as you were both reaching your highs...Worried, Conner asks : 

-Are you ok ? Did I hurt you ? (Y/N) ?! 

You shake your head “no”, and say weakly : 

-It’s not that, it’s just...I’m sore from patrolling yesterday, I can’t keep up, even if I want to...

Your voice breaks a bit, sad that you’re ruining this moment you’ve been waiting for so long. And it breaks Conner’s heart to see you like that...delicately, he pulls out of you and switches you around. 

You’re not riding him anymore, not straddling him, no...He’s now above you his hands on each side of your head. You instinctly wrap your arms and legs around him, and he sigh, content. 

-You sure you’re ok to...Finish like this ? 

You “tt” him in a very Damian way and say : 

-Honey I’ve been ready to finish for a long time. 

He chuckles but before re-entering you, he makes sure you’re ready to receive him in that angle, and slips two fingers inside you, scissoring them, massaging your walls, stretching you open once more. 

And as you sigh, overwhelmed with pleasure, he presses the head of his dick against you, guiding himself back inside you. 

You run your hands down his back to his ass, squeezing roughly, getting a grunt out of him as he pushes deep inside of you. 

Still afraid to hurt you like this, now in total control...He moves slowly, giving you time to adjust again, and you find yourself relaxing completely as he kisses you again. 

But now you’re wrapping your legs more insistantly around his waist, and he gets the message. 

He draws his hips back before thrusting into you, deeply and slowly.  His hips rolling against yours, each movement drawn out and loving. You grab hold of his hair again, liking way too much his dishevelled head and the sweat running down his brow...You pull his head down, tilting yours to meet his lips. 

-Faster. 

You mumble against his mouth before he cuts you out, deepening the kiss. But his thrusts become faster at last, and you wrap yourself tighter around him as he rams into you with more strength, surprisingly finding the exact amount of power to make you scream with pleasure, without breaking your bones (quite literally). 

He lets out a low groan, his face so close to yours that you can feel his warm breath...

-(Y/N)...

He moans again and again, and you find yourself echoing him with his own name. Until your entire body shake uncontrollably, and you tighten your wall around his dick, making him fall over the edge. 

This time, the plea of your name is cut off by a low growl as he comes. His hips buck wildly, his arms trembling where he holds himself up, and you close your eyes, your hands running down his body, feeling his muscles tense and then relax as he is finally sated. 

Slowly, he pulls out, collapsing beside you. You crawl closer, curling up in his arms and burying your head in your Superboy’s bare chest. 

His voice, ragged and exhausted, resonates in the silent night : 

-Did you..Did you enjoy that ? I didn’t hurt you did I ? 

He asks, running his fingers through your hair carefully and tenderly. 

You shift your head up to look at him, and you see his worried look towards you...You shake your head, a bit amused he couldn’t figure out he definitely didn’t hurt you, and say :

-That was amazing. You, were amazing. 

-So, I did everything right ? 

He checks again, a little nervously. It’s interesting how he didn’t really care about that when he was with M’gann...Proof enough their relationship wasn’t meant to be. 

You lift yourself up on your elbow and bore your eyes into his icy blue ones : 

-Conner, you were perfect. Trust me. 

He sighs in relief, and kisses your hair. And the reality of what just happened dawned on him. 

-I just made love to you. 

He says, and you can’t help but chuckle, answering : 

-Yup, that you did. And very well if I might say. 

-And I didn’t hurt you. 

-Nooope. 

There’s a small silence, and he continues : 

-So...We can do it again. 

-Only if you want to. 

-Fuck yeah I want to ! 

It’s rare to hear him swear and once again, you laugh, the sound of your laughter making his heart jump. He straightens up a little and smiles fondly at you, saying from the bottom of his heart : 

-I love you (Y/N).

-I love you too Conner...

You both wrap yourself in warm blanket, and stay there for a while, not saying anything. Eventually, you both fall asleep, wishing that moment could last forever...

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Sorry you waited so long for such shit. I suck at smut ? This heat is killing me and focusing was difficult (yeah yeah yeah totally trying to find myself some excuses for writing something that bad, but ugh, I had to post it at some point and it wasn’t gonna get any better).

#Conner Kent x Reader #Conner Kent imagine #Superboy x Reader #Superboy imagine #Conner Kent x Batsis #Batsis #Batsis imagine #Superboy x Batsis #Batfam #Batfamily #Batboys #Conner Kent is a sweetheart #fight me #Bruce Wayne x Batsis #Bruce Wayne imagine #Jason Todd imagine #Damian Wayne imagine #Tim Drake imagine #Clark Kent imagine #Richard Grayson imagine #Jon Kent imagine #Kon-El x reader #Kon-El imagine #Young Justice x Reader #Young Justice imagine #ALSO #Young Justice season 3 #trailer got me so hyped ! #can't wait #boom

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #218

“give me liberty or death. ... ah, fuck it, just give me death.”

Do you know anyone who had to have tubes put in their ears as a baby? Me. What is the nearest glass object to you? A cup. Were either of your parents baptized? I'm sure my mom was, but I have no clue about Dad. The last concert that you were at, was there a mosh pit? No. What was the last computer game that you played? World of Warcraft. If you had to choose a new cell phone, what phone would you pick? Some sort of iPhone. I hate my Samsung. Has anyone killed one of your pets before? People have run over our cats before, but I'm certain that wasn't intentional. Does your bathroom have a theme to it? No. Are any rooms in your house themed? No. Is there a song that as soon as you hear it you are happier? At least to a degree. Do you have a push lawnmower or a riding lawnmower? We don't have one; Mom pays someone to do it. He uses a riding one, though. When was the last time someone teased you? Idr. Would you trust a vehicle that automatically parallel parks for you? Lmao could probably do it better than I could. Have you ever hit a car while parking? No, but I rarely drive anyway and never park close to others. When you are eating fast food, do you tend to get burgers or chicken? Burgers. When was the last time you used Microsoft Excel? No clue. What was the last thing that you recorded? I was WAY too excited the rare felhound mount dropped for me in WoW so I had to show Sara while I screamed lmao. Have you ever edited an article on Wikipedia? No. Do you like the show Futurama? I've never been into what I've seen. Have you ever found an arrow head? I don't remember ever having had. Have you given up any bad habits for someone? Don't think so. Who is with you? My cat's in the room, as is of course Venus. In what part of your life so far, have you learnt the most about yourself? 2017-2018, probably. Have you ever been in a fist fight? No. What aggravates you most about people in general? I guess if you want to put all humans together, I guess you never know what's gonna hurt who. When they have a valid reason to be hurt by it, anyway. Are your ears pierced? Twice in each lobe and then my right tragus. What did you last say out loud? Something to Teddy about wanting so much attention. Not at all in a bad way. Do you like anything about being angry? Fuck no. Did you have a summer job this year? No. Where do you wish you were? I've been dying to be at Sara's BAD LATELY MY MAN. Do you get surprises often? No, nor do I like them. I get too nervous. Name a crime you have committed? Illegally downloading things. Do you tell people when they get on your nerves? No, not normally. You're in jail… Who bails you out? Dad, most likely, taking money into account. I don't even know if he could afford bailing someone out, though. Are your feelings hurt easily? YEAH. What’s the ultimate cake topping? Just frosting. Have you ever ridden a motorcycle? No. Do you ever forward or reply to chain mails? Never. Have you ever tried to make your own alcohol? Nope. If you were to join one of the armed forces, which would it be? Lol no. Have you ever been to see stand up comedy? No. Have you ever needed stitches? At least twice. Have you ever been in a submarine? No. What would you do if someone proposed to you tomorrow? I'd say no, even if it was Sara. We're not ready for that yet. Which fictional character do you wish was real? Sobs all my favorites of everything are villains and therefore shouldn't be brought to life. Uhhhh. Idk. Maybe Harry Mason from SH 'cuz the entire human population deserves a dad like that. Do you own a lava lamp? I wish. Have you ever been in a hot tub or sauna? Yes to hot tub, but you couldn't pay me to set foot in a sauna. Have you ever had chicken pox? No. Do you believe there used to be dragons? No. We would've found fossil evidence by now, I think. Who’s your favorite god from ancient history? Man, idk. I love mythology. But memory is pretty faint though so I don't remember what most did/what they stand for. What was the last present you received? Uhhhh I'm not sure. Could you go out with someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No. I am not being a mother figure for anyone. What was your first alcoholic drink? Hard lemonade. What was your first detention for? I've only ever had detention for excessive tardies. Did you ever have a treehouse as a kid? No. Have you ever appeared on YouTube? EW LET'S FORGET THAT. Have you ever been on radio? No. Do you like your own name? I do. Could you ever have an affair with a married person? Fuck no. Could you ever split up a couple for one reason or another? I mean I'd urge one to leave the other if they were abusive or not really in love or something like that. I wouldn't out of my own interests. Which celebrity do you find the most annoying? The Paul brothers are fucking obnoxious trash. Is there anyone you work with that you don’t get along with? Why? N/A Have you ever been romantically interested in a coworker? No. Have you ever been romantically involved with a coworker? No. What is the game you’re currently playing most often on your phone? None. Do you have an opinion on adopting/purchasing a pet? Adopt. I understand the temptation of wanting a certain breed of pet, but you've gotta think beyond your desires here. There are so, so, SO many homeless cats and dogs especially that need homes. When was the last time you climbed a tree? Never, I believe. Why were you last pulled over? I never have been, thank GOD. Do you have any friends that own a private lake? I can just about guarantee no. Are you cool with swimming in a lake? It would depend on the lake. Do you have a drone? No. Do you have any t-shirts from any local businesses? No. Do you listen to any talk shows or podcasts? Only Mark's and his friends'. Do you know anyone who’s had their own podcast? I don't think so. Where were you the last time you stayed in a hotel? The beach. Do you know anyone who is freaked out by cats? No. What kind of music do your parents listen to? Mom loves (classic) metal and rock like me, but she also enjoys Christian music. Dad likes rock and classic metal/rock. What do you do when you can’t escape thoughts of your ex? I mean, I'm a bad person to ask, because my PTSD is tied to my ex. My case is far more extreme. All you really can do is try to do things to distract yourself. What do you think about indoor pets? Love 'em. How it should be most of the time for most animals. Would you agree that love is blind? Very. Did your first real significant other change you at all? Yes. Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? I don't think so, if I was to ever be in that situation with a man again. How many schools have you been to? Five, but I'm about to start my sixth. Do any songs give you goosebumps? I get goosebumps very, VERY easily when it comes to music. I don't even have to really like the song. What do you think about divorce? Sadly necessary in extreme cases. What’s your favorite way to eat peanut butter? In a Reese's lol. Do you still watch any cartoons meant for kids? I don't watch TV now, but if I was still into watching shows, I'd totally still follow Pokemon. What’s your favorite kind of cereal? Man, idk. Maybe Cinnamon Toast Crunch. What were you doing the last time you were on a roof? Just sitting up there. Do you have any stickers on your car? Mom has I think one? Have you ever given someone flowers? I'll always remember this one Mother's Day where I went down our old path with my sister and friend and we picked up SO many flowers to put in a glass cup as a bouquet for Mom. So yeah. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Do you listen to Nirvana? I don't usually search them out, but they're on my iPod, and I won't generally skip 'em if a Nirvana song comes along. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I hate seeing animals in pain and/or dying. Are you easily scared by horror movies? Not at all. How old were you when you were first pulled over by the police? I've never been pulled over. When was the last time you drank out of a champagne glass? I've no idea. Do you enjoy plane journeys, if you’ve ever been on one? If we're just talking the ride and not the process leading up to it, and so long I've the window seat, yeah, they're fine. What’s the last movie you’ve seen in theaters and can honestly say you enjoyed? I adored the live action TLK, truly and thoroughly. I didn't at all get the hate. Like I know a common criticism is they took the realism too far (they were lacking in expression), but I liked that, honestly. It made it feel all the more real. I mean honestly, I possibly liked it more than the animated (save for the "Be Prepared" singing), and that movie is sacred to me. Have you ever seen your father cry? I've only seen him tear up like once in my life. How would your parents react if you got pregnant? They'd be confused as fuck because I'm the polar opposite of promiscuous, monogamous, advise that to only happen after marriage, and am with a girl. If you’re in a relationship, how is it going? If you’re single, are you looking for someone? It's going great. We're just ready to no longer be long-distance. How big is your bed? Queen-sized. Do you believe the Holocaust happened? No??????????? fucking????????????????? shit??????????????????????????????? Ever spent any time on a military base? No. Have you ever tried putting black pepper on mac ‘n’ cheese? (It’s good!) Yes, delicious. Has a wild animal ever been loose in your house? Not our current house. We lived in the woods beforehand, and we did have mild mice problems in the winter. Have you ever felt a temperature below 0? No. Have you ever seen a volcano? Not in person. Are you a fan of Janis Joplin? I've actually never really listened to her. Have you ever mowed the lawn (even a little bit)? No. What’s the closest river to you? The Tar River. Don't mind sharing considering it's ginormous. Who were the last 3 males you talked to? My nephew, his dad, then my own dad. What was the last form of communication you used to speak to your best friend? (e.g. text message, phone call) Text. What was the last alcoholic drink you tried for the first time? Uhhhh I think some kind of white wine? Did you like it? Not in the slightest. What’s your favorite feature of the person you’re currently interested in? She has the cutest random little freckle on her hip. Do you remember the first CD you ever bought? I believe the first I personally wanted and got was the Swan Songs album by Hollywood Undead. Where is your favorite place to get fries? You have NOT lived until you've eaten Bojangle's fries. They have a special seasoning that is absolutely spectacular. The Bojangle's experience is so important that it's the first place we went when Sara first came here lmao. Do you know anyone who was raised by their grandparents? Don't believe so. Have you ever made your own pie from scratch? No. What is your favorite gaming console? PS2, always. What was the last major city you visited? Chicago. I mean, or Raleigh, if you count it as a "major" one. How many romantic relationships have you been in so far? I only really consider Jason and Sara as "romantic" relationships. Have you ever used a leaf blower? No. What would you say is the worst part of high school, period? The shift from child to young adult. Hormones make the experience so, so much more difficult than it needs to be. What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? Red. They're usually the most crisp. If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? It'd either be Mom or Sara, definitely. I can't really say without being in that moment, idk. Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? Fuck no. I've only ever done it once and never will again, even though the one occasion went fine. Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all? Myself lmao. What color skin does the last person you danced with have? White. Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? No. What is the worst name a friend has ever called you? Do you remember? I can promise you one has most certainly called me a bitch or worse. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? At the start of high school, I remember I'd sometimes daydream about being a guitarist, but it was never something I like, actively craved. Who is your role model or hero in life if you have one? *blinks* Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? No. When did you last spend the night at someone’s house? December of last year. Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? If I'm at Sara's. Do you prefer it when it gets darker earlier? NO. I'm much unlike I used to be in that I prefer brightness. It actually does affect my mood; I recommend to aaaaanybody who suffers from depression to stay in a bright room. I used to live in the dark as well, and I promise, it makes a difference. Have you ever learned any self-defense? If not, would you be interested in learning? No, and yes, especially with how incredibly paranoid I am. Do you like Gushers? Yaaaaas hunty. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No. When was the last time you felt like you didn’t have anything to worry about? LOL HUH??????? NO WORRIES??????? How old was the last child that you spoke to? Three. What is the name of the last perfume you put on? "Crazy Lady." That perfume is years upon YEARS old. It was a birthday present from Summer, and seeing as I barely ever wear perfume, it's still in my room. Expired, I'm sure, lol. Are you waiting for something to arrive in the mail? No. Have your parents ever forgotten your birthday? No. Do you like your orange juice with lots or no pulp? NONONONONONONO. I absolutely will not drink orange juice with pulp. Did the Spanish classes have an “El Dia de Los Muertos” (Day of the Dead) fiesta at school? I think so? How long have you had the hairbrush you are currently using? I use a comb now that we've had actually forever. What projects are you doing now for school? I'm not in school, not quite yet anyway. :') Do you know what durian is? Do you like it? No. I would never try it. What’s the most number of comments you have on a Facebook picture? What is the picture of? I don't know, and I don't plan on looking. Most likely some selfie. Do you like coconut flavored things? NO. Coconut is disgusting. Have you ever met a famous author before? No. Do you know anybody who has been raped before? I don't think so, and I truly hope not... How often do you get a fever? Like, never. What kind of laundry basket do you use? It's just a plain, white, plastic one. As a child, did you ever have a clown or a magician at your birthday parties? I actually believe I had both. I know I had a pair of clowns once, and with how into magic I was, I would expect I've had had one. Do you have a permit or license? I have my permit. It's more than due time I work more towards my license... List all the stores you’ve been in this past month. I think the only one is PetSmart. Have you ever thrown food at a stranger in a movie theater? No, because I was never that childish. Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No. Do you like sour candy? My favorite! Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? Most likely Pink Sands Beach in the Bahamas, but honestly I'm terrified of the Bermuda Triangle, so that's unlikely, lmao. That black sand beach in Hawaii, however, will do. Are all nighters something you have grown used to? BIIIIIIITCH I've outgrown that shit. I'm rarely up past 10 at the latest these days. Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? Anything, no. Smoothies or slushies? Slushies. Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? Nooooooo. Elaborate on a way you have volunteered? I once volunteered at PetSmart during an adoption event, giving the cats and dogs attention while people visited. I absolutely fell in LOVE with a dog there that I begged Mom to get, and she came pretty close. I cried leaving, ha ha... Does anybody know about your sex life other than your partners? No. If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? Um, Ozzy????? Duh??????? My Dad???????? Is great?????????????? If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret? And here you have it, the stupidest question I've seen on a survey. Have you ever been around someone who was high? Yeah. Could you handle living with a male roommate? No, with how afraid I am of men. It'd only work if it was with a long-time bf. Have you spoken to your mother today? Father? For once, both. Do you live by yourself? No. Do you shower every day? No, it's unhealthy and I don't find every day necessary. Especially when you live my hermit life. Is English your native language? Yes. Who is your favorite character from Harry Potter? N/A Do you watch PewDiePie? Very, very rarely. I'm not that into his content anymore, and his humor changed from more original to heavily meme-ish. Are you married? No. Did you ever color your hair pink? No, but totally not apposed. Do you have any subscribers on YouTube? Yeah, some. Do you salt your popcorn? Sadly. Do you like McDonalds? Don't even try to bullshit, you don't mind McD's. Do you have a Steam account? Yeah. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No. It's a cool series though, and I enjoy watching LPs of it. Do you like horror movies? YESSSSSS my favorite. Is your favorite animal a dog? No. Do you like chicken nuggets? mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM What color is the ceiling in the room? White. Do you like religion? It's interesting, but has done a shitload of evil. However, it has also made wonderful people. It depends on how you use it. Have you ever tried Akinator? Yeah. Can you twerk? Idk and idc. Do you like dabbing? It looks remarkably stupid/like you're sneezing into your elbow. Do you like fishing? I do, but I've stopped doing it. I feel too bad for the fish. Do you like sleeping? Oh fuck yeah. What do you think of Fifty Shades of Grey? Fucking disgusting, whether in book or movie format. Do you swear in front of children? No. Which Pirates of the Caribbean do you like the most? Never watched 'em. What do you think of Rob Zombie? I enjoy a lot of his music. How far out of your age bracket would you date? Once you hit 10 years, it's a no for me. Have you ever had an STD? No. Is the area you live in more liberal or conservative? I live in the South. Take a wild guess. Have you picked out flower petals, saying, ‘He loves me, he loves me not?' No. Do you like to pace? It's not that I "like" to, it's just a habit. What’s the greatest thing about science? Learning about the world around us. Discovering how life works. Does it annoy you when people dumb themselves down to be cool? It's not "annoying," it's just stupid. Intelligence is cool. What’s a song you like from the genre you hate? "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw is a heavy exception. I adore that song. Are your parents divorced? Yeah, they separated when I was like, 16-17. Who was your first friend? Brianna. Have you ever been to Germany? Hell, I wish. What do you hear right now? I'm currently obsessed with "Brand New Numb" by Motionless In White. Have you ever been ice skating? No. Have you ever been to the Statue of Liberty? No. Would you consider yourself a shy person? I am one of the shyest people you will ever meet in your life. Do you like techno? Yeah, actually. I've really gotten into electronic music. How many windows are in the room you’re in? Two. Can you whistle? No. My lip ring is probably what makes me unable to anymore. How many X-rays have you had in the last 2 years? Three. One of my knees, then over the course of two years, I believe two for my teeth at the dentist. Are you on good terms with your last ex? Yeah. Do you own an Xbox? No. Favorite Snapchat filter? I've never used Snapchat before. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two. What’s the worst thing you have ever done? Depends on how you mean "worst." Most damaging to me, let myself turn Jason into a god in my head and nearly kill myself for it. As far as most immoral, probably be partially responsible for why my former best friend and her bf broke up because he wound up liking me because I was a dumb 12 y/o. What's your favorite candle scent? Probably coffee or cinnamon rolls. Do you take any medications daily? Yeah. What is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) An annoying combo. What type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) A small one. Are you going to change your last name when you get married? Yes, I hate my last name. Last person you called? Mom. Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? I don't like sprinkles at all. The texture ruins treats. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Mom, I'm sure. Do you think vlogging in public is scary? I wouldn't say "scary," just incredibly awkward. You'd never see me do it. Would you want to be in a collab channel on YouTube? I don't even want to risk popularity, so no. Do you watch any collab channels? Which ones? Game Grumps and Sam & Colby, mainly. What colors have you dyed your hair, if any? Black, purple, and red. What is your gender and sexual orientation? Female and bisexual. Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? No, but they seem REALLY fun. Ever performed on stage? Was it scary or amazing or both? Yeah, many times for dance. It was really neither for me. Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? No. Have you tried the Beyond or Impossible burger? Thoughts? No, but I want to, especially as I plan on returning to vegetarianism at one point. When was the last time you ate your all-time favorite candy? Oh wow, months. When was the last time you made friends with old enemies? Some time last year, Rachel and I reconnected. She's cool as hell now. When was the last time you took time to pray? It's been a long time. I don't believe it does anything. What is a movie that you heard about recently that you do NOT want to see? Is that "Cats" movie real or was the trailer a fever dream???? What do you do during long trips in the car? I just blare music. Best kind of music to dance to? And the worst kind of music to dance to? I really love "different" songs that warrant a modern sort of dance style. It was my favorite when I took dance, and it's by far my favorite to watch. Worst, I guess like, screamo. How would you dance???? Last candy you tried that you did not enjoy? Or one that you did enjoy? Oh my god. So I tried that new Reese's doughnut from Krispy Kreme today, and it. Was. Repulsive. A candy I actually liked, idk. I rarely ever have treats anymore. Were you a chubby or thin baby? I was normal. Have you ever not given a tip at a restaurant? Why didn’t you? N/A, y'all know my money situation. What is the most outrageous thing you’ve considered doing lately? Okay, I'll admit I at least briefly pondered the possibility of getting a nipple pierced after an eternity of saying I never would lmao. I'm not, tho. Have you ever known somebody who ran away? Most likely. What are your thoughts on Batman? I think it's cool he has that policy of never killing anyone, and he also doesn't have any actual powers, does he? I don't remember. The whole Batman universe (or comics for that matter) is one I don't really connect to anymore, as it was Jason's obsession, so it's a dangerous topic for me. When I say Dr. Seuss, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Green Eggs and Ham. I loooved that book as a kid. Rollercoasters that go upside down… yes please or no thank you? Hell to the motherfuckin no thanks. Is there a certain place or store you especially hate going to? Grocery stores. What was the last animal/pet that you met? There was a BEAUTIFUL standard poodle Mom and I briefly interacted with at the pet store a week or so back. Is there something in particular you always seem to forget? Straighten the shower curtain after I get out so it dries properly. When was the last time you had to wait in line for longer than a few minutes? *shrugs* Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? No. What was the last board game you played? I think it was all the way back when Sara, Girt, and I played Scrabble.

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