#tell me jon wouldn't EAT IT UP

[cult-of-the-eye]

right so who's gonna do the pretentious shakespeare tma fic?

#tell me jon wouldn't EAT IT UP #and martin would like be a stagehand #and then suddenly oh my god the love interest is ill #(a classic tim and sasha plan) #so martin has to step in #its the right amount of silliness #and literary drama #to fit them #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood

[spacedace]

Bruce is grateful for the fact that Damian has made friends, he is.

He's happy that his son has met children his own age at school and befriended them. That he is growing from that prickly, unhappy, scarred child he'd first been when he'd come to live with Bruce. That his friends are even normal kids - baring Jon, who is still normal enough despite being the son of Superman and occasionally a super hero himself - with no links to anything strange or dangerous or illegal.

"Oh, sup B."

He just wished that his son's friends were also just a little less...feral.

"Hello Elle."

Elle Nightingale gave him a little wave with the lemon she was holding - or as best as she could considering the space she was working with - and smiled cheekily at him. Bruce felt a headache budding behind his eyes.

"I thought Alfred banned you from the kitchen?" She shifted a bit, nudging a bottle of milk - farm fresh, courtesy of the Kents, passed along via Jon as thanks for looking after him for the weekend. Bruce wished he'd had the foresight to expect that Jonathan Kent staying over for the weekend would mean that Elle, her cousin Billy and their friend BL - the children refused to say the girl’s real name, likely to spite Damian, and thr initials had been a compromise to calling her Box Lunch - would take it as them being permitted to stay over for so long as well. Damian had just given Bruce a an unimpressed look when he'd expressed his surprise at the sudden influx of twelve year olds in his home. As if Bruce was disappointing him at being so foolish as to think his entire pack of hellhounds wouldn't be invading enmass.

"Just getting a snack." He assured her, not wanting her to being the wrath of Alfred down upon his head. The hellions liked doing that, for some reason. "I don't suppose you could tell me what exactly you're doing in my fridge." Bruce tried, looking at the girl curled up in what should have been a deeply uncomfortable position between a few shelves of the large appliance.

Elle grinned. Her canines looked a little too sharp in the odd light of the fridge. Bruce really had to stop thinking of his sons friends as demonic hellions, he was starting to impose impossible features on them when he was sleep deprived.

"We're playing hide and seek." She made direct, unblinking eye contact with him as she brought the whole lemon to her mouth and took a bite out of it like it was an apple. "It’s Day's turn to seek." She added, lemon juice dripping down her chin as she swallowed her bite, rind and all.

Well at least she was getting enough vitimin C.

"Right." He nodded, deciding that it wasn't cowardice that led him not wanting to get involved. No, it was just...good parenting. Letting the kids be kids. It was a sleepover, and Damian was actually playing a game! That was something to be encouraged! Bruce wasn't fleeing from this particular group of children's brand of chaos at all. "...could you hand me one of the fruit cups Alfred made earlier?"

Elle obliged on the condition Bruce didn't tell Damian about her hiding spot and returned to happily eating her...whole lemon...as he shut the fridge door on her.

As he returned to his office he glanced out one of the manor's large windows long enough to see Billy stick his head out from the top of the twelve foot tall topiaries out on the front lawn, checking to see if Damian was about. Bruce shook his head, kids and their ability to climb impossible structures never ceased to amaze him. Billy should be careful not to keep trying to peak for Damian though, he was going to end up getting found that way.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #batman #danny phantom #danielle fenton #danielle phantom #dani phantom #dani fenton #damian wayne #billy batson #jon kent #lunch box #bruce wayne #bruce truly has no idea what normal children ate like #he's only raised hellions #it doesn’t occure to him that any of this might be weird or slightly impossible for normal children #Elle - half phased through the fridge shelves: you want the melon or kiwi one? #Bruce - just happy his son has friends: kiwi please #Lunch Box always gets caught first because she always hides in the lunch boxes #Bruce just thinks she has a apecial interest in contortionism #Bruce thinks he just plays a Himbo on tv but no #the himbo was in him all along #fanfic writing prompts #IT'S BOX LUNCH NOT LUNCH BOX HOW COULD I FORGET 😭 #box lunch

[lazycats-stuff]

Batfamily x male reader

Batfamily x male!reader - this is part 1 everyone.

Summary: some talking is done.

Warnings: angst, fluff, (Y/N) is trying and so is the fam, cursing, trying to forgive, a punch was thrown, cutting people out

The fight echoed through the manor. Even days after it, the tension was still palpable. (Y/N) truly wanted nothing more with his so called brothers and father. If they tried to talk to him, they would be ignored or (Y/N) would just snap at them.

Almost biting their head off.

Safe to say, things were going to complete and utter shit.

Bruce didn't even know how to start talking to (Y/N). Was he emotionally reserved? Yes. But will he try everything in his power to make it right?

Yes. Everything he can do, he will do.

Bruce has decided to call a meeting. He made (Y/N) leave his room and (Y/N) has never looked worse. He couldn't sleep for days on end, only getting about 4 hours per night. He wasn't in the mood to eat either. He was only alive because Alfred had to make sure he was still alive.

Everyone noted that he looked like he didn't want to live anymore. More so, he looked dead. (Y/N) just sat down, an angry look on his face, arms crossed and body language closed off. He sat down as far as away as he could from them, clearly not happy to be here in the slightest.

He tucked himself in the chair, ignoring everyone and everything.

" (Y/N)... " Bruce started quietly, clearly not wanting to have a blow out and an explosion. " We have to talk through this problem. " Bruce continued just as softly and (Y/N) scoffed.

" We know we have been... Neglecting you, to say the least. But... We want to fix our mistakes. We want to be better. " Bruce said and (Y/N) chose to roll his eyes instead of listening. No matter what they could say could ever fix this.

" Well... 10 years too late. " (Y/N) said sarcastically, tapping his fingers against his tucked up knee, clearly anxious to leave this room behind. He really was anxious too leave.

" And we realize that. " Tim started softly, looking at (Y/N) with a sad look on his face. (Y/N) wouldn't allow them to see them sweat.

" Bullshit. " (Y/N) said quickly. They don't realize shit. " You are only doing this because Jon came over and pointed it out and now you are worried that the word doesn't spread. " (Y/N) spat out, leaning on his tucked up knee, glaring that the floor.

" That is not true. " Damian said and (Y/N) looked up, glaring at Damian, scoffing at the words, then laughing bitterly.

" Oh please. You never told Jon about me! I'm assuming all of your friends don't know I exist, right? " (Y/N) said as he rubbed his eyes from the exhaustion.

The silence was the only answer that (Y/N) needed.

" Yup and there it is. No one knows I fucking exist! " (Y/N) said loudly, blood pressure raising. He took a deep breath to calm down. " Just as I thought. No one knows I exist. No one even cared about my school achievements either... Let me ask you something Bruce. " (Y/N) asked, turning his attention to Bruce.

" Do you have a college fund for me? Just like you do for other four? " (Y/N) asked, itching for an answer. When Bruce looked away in shame and (Y/N) scoffed yet again.

" Also, don't you fucking dare setting it up. I have got a scholarship anyway. " (Y/N) answered the unasked questions. Bruce was proud of (Y/N). How could he have done this to (Y/N), forget to put a college fund...

" I'm sorry (Y/N). I didn't mean to forget you. " Bruce said, keeping his distance, but wanting nothing more than just hug him and kiss the anger away.

But alas, that's not how it works. (Y/N) has to forgive him first.

" Can you tell us more about the scholarship? " Jason chimed in, wanting to speak about something that (Y/N) could be happy about.

" It's for MIT. " (Y/N) said quietly and everyone was in shock. They didn't know that (Y/N) was into science and mathematics and what not.

Another mistake of theirs.

" That's amazing (Y/N). " Tim praised, smiling at (Y/N). Getting into MIT is hard as hell.

(Y/N) rolled his eyes, but deep down inside, he craved that praise more than life. But some praise won't erase everything that happened.

" You would really have to move then... " Dick said sadly and (Y/N) glanced at all of them. They all seem sad that he would have to move all the way to Massachusetts, but it would be necessary. (Y/N) needed to get out of here. One way or another.

" I think what we all mean to say is that we are sorry. There is no excuse, not a single thing that could justify what we did and what we have caused to you. " Damian said and (Y/N) was shocked to hear the word sorry just tumble out of his mouth like that, so effortlessly. So easily. But he composed himself quickly.

" How do I put his nicely? " (Y/N) said, looking sarcastic. " I don't give a damn about any of you. I don't give a damn about apologies at all. I don't care about any of you. The moment I move out, all of you are going to be dead to me. Period. " (Y/N) said as he quickly stood up, going to his room.

He isn't going to fucking listen anymore.

" No, (Y/N) wait! " Everyone called after him and tried to stop him. Jason managed to grab his arm, but (Y/N) threw a punch and knocked Jason down on his ass, making the others rear back. It was a truly what the fuck moment for all of them.

(Y/N) was never violent.

(Y/N) slammed the doors of his room shut and everyone was silent. Jason was breathing heavily through his mouth as (Y/N) broke his nose.

" He has a hell of a punch. " Jason muttered as he stood up.

" We have a shit ton of gravelling to do. " Tim muttered and everyone nodded in agreement. Saying that they are dead to him, well, will be dead to him, that was sort of a nail in a coffin. Coffin about their relationship...

That was probably on the brink of death, if not dead already.

" Come on, he needs some time alone. " Bruce said and ushered everyone out of the hall, mostly Jason to take a look at his nose, to treat it and heal it.

That same night, (Y/N) quietly managed to get his things into a car, while others were on patrol and blocked them in the process. Then he started driving to MIT, because he didn't have the nerve to put his things onto a plane and go. And besides, he didn't have enough things anyway.

(Y/N) could finally start his new life.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader

[findafight]

Okay but Joyce doesn't like Steve au that's juxtaposed by Hopper having accidentally adopted Steve but neither of them know the other's strong feelings towards Steve.

Joyce is eyeballing him all suspicious and the like. She doesn't trust him around the kids, is wary when Will talks about how he's actually pretty cool, and that Dustin is totally obsessed with him now. She greatful for his help with...whatever he did with the Upside Down stuff, but still. She knows his reputation. And her opinion doesn't change until post season 4 (despite a very frosty exchange she had with Claudia Henderson about maybe...being careful about letting Steve hang around Dustin pre S3) because suddenly Steve is like. Always at the house she shares with Hopper. She's ticked at first, because why is this random boy in her house? Hanging out and watching baseball with her daughter? And when she mentions why Steve is there all the time, at one of the seemingly rare times Steve isn't eating dinner with them (she thinks a date was mentioned, and she refrained from scoffing at how typical it was for Steve to have a date and probably not call back) El and Hop look at her like she's crazy.

Because Hopper is no longer afraid to admit his fondness for Steve. So much so that Joyce's distain for the kid throws him way off base. The whole time Joyce has been side eying Steve Hopper was sitting there smiling like Steve :) good kid :) he helped El with her hair after Kali. :') Talked about how to accept things you've done that make you feel guilty while working to make up for them and grow to be a better person :) always putting himself on the line to protect those kids :) wrote to El all the time while she was in California so she knew he was still her friend :) glad they have him. Glad El has him :)he called her Ellie last week that's cute :) unfortunate taste in men but apparently that's a family trait so I will deal with it :/ my son :')

So they're both going "why wouldn't he be?"

And Joyce barrels on like "well, he's always here and he and Jon are barely speaking-"

"Woah that not exactly...Steve's fault..."

"and he's closest to Dustin of the kids, not Will."

"not my fault I was dealing with possession when Dustin, Lucas, and Max had their special Steve adventure" (El pats his shoulder in sympathy)

"and now he's missing dinner for a date. just don't get no one else thinks it's weird!"

El frowns "it's their two-month anniversary."

"huh?"

"him and--his date. They have been dating for two months. It's special."

"El, you don't even know her name...I don't think it's that-"

"yes I do! He told me. But asked me not to tell. Right Will?"

Will nods. "They want to keep it quiet. Not ready for everyone to know? I don't know who it is but that's what Steve said when we asked. Robin definitely knows too."

"so why'd he tell El?"

"and me. He told us together."

El rolls her eyes "because he is my brother?"

Hopper's face scrunches in a smile, proud and warm.

"El, we aren't his family..."Joyce is trying, she is! But she isn't fully understanding exactly what's happening or everything in winter/spring 1985.

El looks mortally offended by this. "yes we are. Steve was my brother first."

And Joyce has to reckon with the fact that maybe she's misjudged Steve a little, if El and Hop are getting so defensive over him....

Part 2 part 3

#steve harrington #el hopper #joyce byers #jim hopper #steve and el #el and hopper #jopper #steddie #not explicitly there but also. yes it is. #stranger things #stranger things au #finda's rambles #finda writes stuff #steve and hopper #i LOVE steve and hopper fatherly relationship. hop realizing somewhere in spring 85 his got 5wo #hes got two kids now. haha #joyce doesn't like steve au

[annabelle--cane]

okay here's a tma thing that's been bugging me for like three years: I've seen a bunch of people say that jon needed to extract statements in order to live, and thus the others making him stop was equivalent to forcing him to starve to death, so I'd like to say that that isn't actually canon. that idea seems to come from this bit of mag 152:

and he explicitly says that he isn't certain, it just feels that way, and I don't believe we ever actually see an avatar die from starving their patron; we can presume that the alexandrian archivist from mag 53 hadn't fed in nearly two millennia, and it was still alive. this also comes during a short series of episodes where, having accepted that he isn't being puppeted into taking statements, it seems like a part of jon is on-and-off-again trying to come up with other reasons why he actually has to do it (he'll die otherwise, he has to be strong enough to protect the others, it must be harder on him to resist his patron than daisy and melanie with theirs, etc), so I think that colors the way he talks about it. not that I think he's lying or anything, I just think he's subconsciously magnifying any pieces of information that would make him feel better about taking statements again. I don't begrudge him that, because a) like, duh, of course that's his mindset, wouldn't it be yours? and b) he doesn't actually fall off the proverbial wagon at any point, he just thinks himself in miserable circles and feels Bad. but still, I don't think it's a full and accurate assessment.

anyway, the situation we're presented with here is more complex than "it's like making a lion stop eating gazelles," because jon neither kills his victims nor is he in actual immanent danger of death if he doesn't "feed," the real question is of extended pain and suffering. jess tyrell only tells martin about her experience two weeks after it happens, so she may well improve with more time, but as she tells it, jon not only attacked her in public and made her feel perpetually unsafe and paranoid, but he also undid five years of recovery from a traumatic event, making her viscerally re-live it every night so the terror and trauma is always fresh. jon may not die from only reading old statements, but his quality of life nosedives, he gets weak and tired and irritable with no way to ever make it let up, an even more significant problem for him than most people because of the frequency with which superpowered monsters try to kill him and everyone he cares about, and it appears to get gradually worse over time with no plateau. like, I'm not pointing this out to say "jon was complaining about nothing and basira was right to threaten to kill him," his situation was plenty bad as-is and I 100% sympathize with his whole deal, but I think saying "he needed to or he'd die" flattens the conflict and makes it overly neat and digestible.

#tma #marina marvels at life #id in alt text

[stevesbipanic]

For my lovely Cass @henderdads because I owe you a happy, birthday fic 🎂

Steve had a weird relationship with his birthday.

When he was little his birthday was a big event. His mum would wake him up with a big pile of pancakes that he'd get to eat in bed and wouldn't need to worry about getting syrup on the sheets. Then his parents would load him up in the car and they'd go to Indianapolis where they would have lunch in the big park and then his dad would take him to the biggest toystore he'd ever seen and little Steve would pick anything he wanted. He would always fall asleep in the car ride home and his parents would carry him upstairs and tuck him into bed.

Once he started school his parents would throw a big pool party for him and his classmates with cake and presents, one year he even had a bouncy castle. Tommy would get to sleep over and they would get to stay up watching movies and eating popcorn.

Steve could remember the year it all changed.

When he was twelve his parents had to leave for work at the last minute, some emergency Steve didn't really understand. They apologised that they'd miss Steve's birthday but they'd make up for it when they came back and left him money so he and his friends could get pizza or go to the movies while they were gone. It was ok, it felt weird not getting birthday pancakes, he just made himself some cereal and hung out with Tommy and Carol. When they came back they still went to Indy but it felt different, felt forced.

The next year they missed it again, they still left money but there was no Indy makeup trip on their return.

The following year they didn't even realise they missed it until they came back, they gave him some money for pizza, they were leaving again.

By the time he was sixteen he didn't expect anything. He made himself pancakes now, still ate them up in bed, he was a lot better at cooking now. He hung out with Tommy, took Nancy on a date. It was fine, it was just another day but with pancakes.

Robin brought back the magic of birthdays.

When she discovered what his birthday was she insisted she get to plan his day. Steve had no plans so he agreed easily with his best friend.

The night before his birthday she slept over, they crashed on the couch together under a pile of blankets, the TV still on. Steve woke up the next day to noise in the kitchen. He saw Robin making pancakes and almost cried.

"Hey birthday boy! Sit, sit, these are almost done, my mum always makes me pancakes on my birthday so I thought you'd like the same."

"Y-yeah thanks, Robin."

They ate their pancakes as Robin told him about her plans for the day, she had convinced Jon and Nance to carpool the kids to the quarry and they were going to have a picnic down there with the whole little family.

It was a perfect day.

Steve spent his twentieth birthday in a hospital room. Eddie had been here for weeks, Max just down the hall, Steve barely left, only to help volunteers and get a change of clothes. At least Eddie was awake, Steve loved talking to him, learning everything about him. He didn't even realise his birthday had arrived until Robin arriving with a little Tupperware of pancakes.

"Didn't think I'd miss the big day did you? You're old now dingus the big 2-0."

Steve cracked a smile, his eyes stung a bit with tears seeing the pancakes.

"Thanks, Robbie."

"Stevie, you didn't tell me it was your birthday, shouldn't you be doing something fun."

Steve smiled at Eddie softly, "I'm exactly where I want to be, Eds."

The three of the shared the pancakes and swapped stories of birthdays past.

Steve could never pick a favourite birthday but the morning of his 21st came pretty close. He woke up just as the sun started filtering through the curtains of his tiny apartment. Their soft rays gently stirring him. He opened his eyes to see the space beside him empty, he was confused briefly before the bedroom door opened.

Eddie cracked a soft smile as he gazed at his boyfriend.

"Good morning, sweetheart, special delivery for the birthday boy."

That morning they shared a big stack of pancakes in their bed and didn't worry about getting syrup on the sheets. Pretty close to a perfect birthday.

#happy birthday cass #love uuuu #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stobin #robin buckley #enjoy some sweet fluff #fluff with a sprinkle of angst #ficlet

[asmogorna]

Sorry to send another ask so soon (and idk if someones asked this already) but if you have any headcanons for Jon I'd love to hear them!

OK SO im really sorry it took me THIS long to get to this i quite literally.. forgot i had smth in my inbox woopsies. the reason i remembered is cause mootie posted some Spine hcs and i was like "woah"

alsooo im not good at putting my thoughts onto "paper" especially in english so you will have to excuse me

anywho my jon headcanons some sad some random /ref

First of all i think that his relationship with Peter Walter I would be far from close. he would be seen as the type of child who's both "too much mess to take care of" and "strong enough to take care of himself" if that makes sense. Peter did love him as his creation but would openly admit that he's not his proudest one, meanwhile Jon wouldn't feel much connection at all. he sympathized with his creator but only in a way he would with any other human being, there was more gratitude than love

Jon struggles with constant malfunctions and his mechanisms are a mess (partially because he gets himself in trouble all the time), so at one point Peter would get tired of fixing him so frequently, and tell him that he can just "walk some things off". That thought stuck to the bot and he would think of all of his malfunctions as slight inconveniences, i mean, he can still perform so why pay attention to the constant neck pain or powering up struggles ? it just became a habit and he kind of forgot that things like that shouldn't be ignored

After a long while when Peter Walter VI grew up enough to start learning more about how automatons work, Jon would be used as a "lab rat" (not really but its just what he himself called it) for young VI to practice fixing mechanisms. thats pretty much when he heard "Wait this cant be right" about his messed up physical state for the first time in a long while. little Peter didnt get to fix all of the things that were wrong with Jon's body, but he did manage to take care of some of them, which almost surprised Jon with how nice it felt to not hear pieces of broken gears rattle in his head every time he moved (who wouldve thunk)

ok now to more lighthearted stuff !!

Jon actually has a very strong bond with Sam ! He loves watching the mustached man work and sometimes follows him around, just enjoying his company. At first Sam thought that the tone-gold automaton was creepy and uncanny, but grew attached to him and his stupidity (/lh). i also think that Sam would be one of the few Walter workers who dont baby the Jon and actually treat him like they would treat any other robot :3

Also Jon just loves his robot family endlessly. shocker !! im not sure how explain it but i think hes the only one to look at other Walter automatons and go "bro i love them so much" at all times. in his head at least. obviously he teases them and argues with them but he wont think twice before accepting a hug from his siblings (except for Upgrade theyre rivals /j)

Speaking of Upgrade !! They feel the most sibling-ish to me (aside from Rabbit & The Spine) because they constantly poke fun at each other yet they still are willing to give each other help and comfort when needed. She once had to carry him all the way back to the Walter manor because they forgot to take some extra cans of crystal pepsi

Also Upgrade got in an accident once which caused her to have a fractured face for a couple of days, and Jon was there the entire time to comfort her and constantly tell her that shes still very pretty

Unlike with other robots, the food that Jon eats doesnt just fall through his uncovered jaw/run into his boiler or anything like this, instead it just. disappears. once he closes his mouth the food just vanishes into the unknown, yet Jon claims that he enjoys the process of "eating" (nobody knows how it works)

LITTLE GIRLS THAT GO TO SPG SHOWS LOVE HIM !! once the band finishes performing, he constantly gets pulled away by a small giggling pink-ish blob to join their tea party or hula hooping contest. thats why he has quite a knowledge on "girly" themes and educates other automatons on the matter

THATS IT FOR NOW TY FOR READING :3

#steam powered giraffe #spg #the jon spg #idk how to tag this uh #i love jon #i love him sm #hes my girlfriend #spg headcanons

[smartycvnt]

The Calm

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Reader

Prompt: 16. "Babe, what color sprinkles do you want in your pancakes?"

NR

WC:671

It was a rare thing for Jon to wake up before you. It was even rarer for him to make breakfast. Jon liked grilling things on the barbecue outside, and that was pretty much where his cooking skills ended. You didn't mind waking up and making him breakfast though. Jon had told you whenever you'd been dating that he didn't think he was the husband type, but he was a great husband. Growing up watching your parents, you were surprised that you'd gotten so lucky with Jon. The standards of being a "good husband" hadn't ever seemed that appealing to you, but Jon did much more than just stepping up. Jon wasn't just great around the house, he tried so hard in every aspect of your marriage, which you really appreciated.

"Hey, I was just gonna come up there and wake you up," Jon said as you joined him in the kitchen. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested the side of your face against his back. His shirt felt old and worn, most likely one he had gotten when he was still working with the WWE. If you were being completely honest, you were pretty sure it was actually one of Roman's old shirts or maybe Seth's. You couldn't remember the front of it, but you were pretty sure it was for something Jon had absolutely no affiliation with. And more clothing belonged to his former SHIELD members in your closet than what was probably normal. It made you wonder how many of Jon's things the guys had kept for themselves over the years. "But I'm glad that you got up on your own. You're kind of scary when I wake you up."

"What can I say? I like my beauty sleep," you mumbled. Jon let out a little laugh as he moved the bacon off the burner. You could tell from the smell that he had gone with actual bacon instead of the turkey bacon you had bought the last time you went grocery shopping. "Did you go to the store this morning and buy bacon?"

"I've got a big match tonight. Bacon helps with my nerves," Jon told you. You rolled your eyes as you gave him a little squeeze. Jon moved effortlessly around the kitchen making breakfast, even with you clinging to his back. In all honesty, you were still dead tired and help deprived of your usual morning cuddles.

"What else does this breakfast of champions include?" you asked Jon. You had stepped away from him barely a moment ago and finally looked at the mayhem that had engulfed your kitchen. He had nearly every appliance going in some way, but you knew that you wouldn't be hungry later.

"Hashbrowns, eggs, bacon, sausage, coffee, toast if you want some, and the big one: pancakes. Oh, that reminds me! Babe, what color sprinkles do you want in your pancakes?" Jon asked you. "You know what? Nevermind, you're not a sprinkles lady. Where are the chocolate flakes?"

"Baking cabinet," you told him. Jon looked at you with his face scrunched in confusion until you got up and got the chocolate flakes and rainbow sprinkles out of the cabinet. Jon finished making breakfast for the two of you and didn't even attempt to move out of the kitchen to eat it. Everything he did after breakfast felt a bit rushed, like he wanted to get in as much quality time with you as he could before this match. It was a pretty big deal, but you knew that Jon had nothing to worry about. Every single match was treated the same for him, which you admired a lot. You had met a lot of wrestlers who only cared about the big ones, but Jon thought each match was important. Tonight's would be extra brutal though, so Jon treated today like the calm before the storm. He wanted to enjoy his time with you since he'd be too sore to do that for the next couple of days.

#jon moxley x reader #jon moxley #aew x reader #aew #my writing

[go-to-the-mirror]

Hello, @a-mag-a-day. Apologies for the deception but I rather wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself. I'm assuming you're alone; you always did prefer to read your statements in private. I wouldn't try too hard to stop reading; there's every likelihood you'll just hurt yourself. So just listen. Now, shall we turn the page and try again?

Statement of landscaping-your-mind regarding episode 160 of The Magnus Archives.

Statement begins.

So, from all the stuff I scheduled for today you can probably tell I really like episode 160 of The Magnus Archives, right? Like, good lord, it is... it is a time. (Also, the words were really good (and also there's poetry) so :D incentive!)

Firstly, though, I have to say something. It's not the Watcher's Crown. The Watcher's Crown is the ritual Jonah Magnus attempted years ago. This is unnamed in canon, but Jonny said it could've been called The Magnus Archives.

Secondly... I would like to draw your attention towards the description of the youtube version of this episode. (to paraphrase)

The Magnus Archive discovers that some escapes are a lot easier than others.

Ahahahahaha AHAHAHAAHAHAH WHAT-

I hate this so much. Like, with a burning passion. "The Magnus Archives discovers that some escapes are a lot easier than others" COME TO MY HOME AND KILL ME YOU COWARD! It just hurts, it just... hurts.

He can escape London, but he can't escape his ✨ purpose ✨

You ever think about how The Magnus Archives follows the story of Magnus' Archive? I do. A lot. I haven't even started listening yet, god, this episode am I right?

MARTIN (Joking) Or, (huffed laugh) or it is, and she just cleaned it up really well. (They both make uncomfortable chuckles) ARCHIVIST …Yes. (The Archivist makes an uneasy noise)

THEYRE BOTH SO AWKWARD THEY HAVEN'T TALKED TO A NORMAL HUMAN IN OVER A YEAR

Just their really awkward laughter, oh my godd they're so endearing your honour, I'm so glad this episode and TMA ends at the 5 minute mark (< in denial)

ARCHIVIST Hopefully a long way out there. (soft) But I think we’re okay

THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOUR

I just love how soft Jon's voice gets around Martin, like, like, eeeee i just love them i love them they're the reason im aro bc i know i will never love someone romantically as much as jmart loves each other /j

MARTIN Oh, n-no, not yet. I was actually gonna head down into the village to go pick something up?

Ooooh yay I get to share my "where are they in scotland" headcanons! I think they're near Dunnet, because it's pretty far north and in the Highland area, and it's also got allegedly the only full time gunshop north of Inverness, and... yknow, it is Daisy's safehouse.

ARCHIVIST Anyway, don’t tell me the phonebox down there doesn’t appeal to your retro aesthetic.

your honour they're lightheartedly teasing each other <3

ARCHIVIST I’ll be fine.

SOFT!

(update im wrtinging with a cat on my lap now hes big. im balancing my computer on my leg.)

MARTIN I assume it’s her attempt at a- a, a varied diet? Eating your greens, you know? ARCHIVIST (Amused) Probably. (reassured) I’m sure it’ll work fine

hhh them <3 it's just like they're so... they're happy. they're so happy, and it's like nothing gold will stay or whatever

they had such a short amount of time

i wish they were ok

MARTIN …I will give you some privacy. Go for a walk. ARCHIVIST (Warmly) Let me know if you see any good cows. MARTIN Obviously I’m going to tell you if I see any good cows.

I'm...

them being happy is almost worse, right. because what once was a surprise we now know will happen, we have to deal with the dread, and it's all bitter now, the happiness is rotten because of what lurks after.

some people can listen to the first five minutes and feel okay, but me?

for me it just hurts.

ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) (Pleasantly) Statement of Hazel Rutter regarding a fire in her childhood home. Original statement given August 9th, 1992. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, The Archivist. Statement begins.

He sounded so happy... he sounded so happy.

This is the first time he's happy before he reads a statement. He was happy, he was hiding from the police and the hunters and Daisy and Not!Sasha with his boyfriend in Scotland. And then, and then Jonah Magnus comes in and decides to end the world like a bastard.

I don't want to hit play. I don't want to know what comes next. I want to stop listening. I want Jon and Martin to be okay. I want it to be the real statement of Hazel Rutter.

I just want it to be the real statement of Hazel Rutter.

I get it, right, horror tragedy! This was the desired effect. I am supposed to be feeling these emotions. These emotions being very sad. Well done to Jonny, lovely writing. Fantastic! I love TMA with my whole heart. I think that it's fantastic. I don't want to hit play though. I'm here for the characters suffering, I got in through The Hermit Archives, I wanted more of the horror! I am here for suffering! I'm here for the suffering. I'm hitting play.

Statement of Jonah Magnus regarding Jonathan Sims, The Archivist. Statement begins.

He could have just ended the world. Like, the whole... forcing Jon to monologue about all the times he was manipulated into furthering Jonah's plan? That's fucked. That is fucked. Just put the ritual there you slimy piece of shit!

It’s rare that you get the chance to monologue through the voice of another, and you can’t tell me you’re not curious.

*me to my dog, in the "talking to a dog" voice* You wanna kill him too! Hey! You wanna kill him too!

Like, okay, so you're Jon and you're reading this statement and you can't stop, and this bastard says "you can't tell me you're not curious." Tell me that's not going to make him think that if he tried a little harder then he would've been able to stop reading. Tell me that's not going to make him think that a part of him wanted to end the world, and that's why he's still reading. Tell me that's not going to make him blame himself even more.

The only way to ensure I did not suffer the tribulations of what I believed to be an inevitable transformation was to bring it about myself.

He's so bloody arrogant. He puts himself above the entire world. It makes sense, he's from Regency era England, but like, it's still... really awful. Awful person.

Beyond that, I was getting older, and mortality began to weigh more heavily on my mind. How much in this world is done because we fear death, the last and greatest terror?

When I fear death I distract myself, not try to end the world. Like, this guy is just so evil. His only redeeming quality is being funny sometimes.

Everyone dies, Jack Magnet, you just chose to be a bastard about it.

Of course, I had to make sure the location was kept under my control while I worked on revising my plans, and so I moved the organization I had founded to assist in my research down to London, and the Institute as you know it, was born.

Right, so The Magnus Protocol's Magnus Institute was located in Manchester, and I'm not an expert on the geography of the United Kingdom, and basically know nothing about Manchester, bar that it has the... football, I want to say, team Manchester United? I don't know how I know that. But it seems as though Jonah Magnus didn't attempt his ritual, or attempted it some other way in that universe.

You see, the role of Archivist has been part of the Beholding for as far back as my research can go. This isn’t uncommon for the Powers; most of the beliefs around them are guesswork and fallible human interpretation, but there are certain through lines and consistencies that can be spotted, regardless of the trappings.

I wonder what the others are. The Dancer could be one - The Dancer in The Unknowing. I think Jonny said in a QnA, but you know, the author is dead, he's speaking to us posthumously, that The Architect could have been one. Not sure what others. If y'all have any ideas... 👀

More than once I thought she must secretly be of the Hunt; but there was never that sick joy in her, that thrill of predator and prey. She had simply decided that this was her position in life, and went about it with a practicality that even I found disconcerting at times.

Ok, Mr. Jonah "orchestrates twelve traumatising events for this one guy and gets him to end the world" Magnus. He cannot talk, he cannot talk at all. Sure, she sacrificed people, but she wasn't malicious. She did it for a cause. Did she believe she was good? I'm not sure she cared.

Jonah Magnus is just awful for his own self gain.

You see, the thing about the Fears is that they can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the panic of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral? Even those that seem to exist in direct opposition rely on each other for their definition as much as up relies on down. To try and create a world with only the Buried makes as much sense as trying to conceive a world with only down.

Gerry's colour explanation makes a lot of sense if you don't conceive of it as a traditional colour wheel. They're growing out in every direction, they all overlap with each other.

Sure, the fear of The Eye may seem in direct opposition to the fear of The Stranger, but let's take Jon, for instance. Is it not sort of Stranger to have some guy in a coffee shop staring at you with his autistic eyes, a person you don't know, but who definitely knows you?

What about the fear of The Buried and the fear of The Vast. Episode 195 covers that pretty handily. They're all interconnected with all of the others. Separating them makes them easier to understand (and invertedly makes them actually separated), but it isn't them, not truly. They are connected intrinsically.

Even the coffin! The fear of being alone in the dark is a part of the coffin.

Because the thing about the Archivist is that, well, it’s a bit of a misnomer. It might, perhaps, be better named: The Archive. Because you do not administer and preserve the records of fear, Jon. You are a record of fear, both in mind as you walk the shuddering dread of each statement, and in body as the Powers each leave their mark upon you. You are a living chronicle of terror.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about this. The Archivist is something... defined by how they feed their patron, but The Archive is defined by how they've been hurt to bring it into the world. He's not defined by even a person-like role, he's something molded by Jonah Magnus' desires to end the world.

I wrote a little poem about it, which I shall share here, because I am cringe but I am free, unlike Jon. RIP

He's not a person with a name, He's a vessel of destruction, He's not a person who feels pain, It's necessary for production, That he's scarred and marked, By things that lurk in the dark, Believe himself useless, Or it'll be fruitless, And at the end of the day, He's no person, no name, He's a plan that has come to fruition.

Also, he calls himself The Archivist, perhaps viewing himself as... something that hurts others, rather than something that is hurt for a purpose.

I’ll admit, my options were somewhat limited, but my god, when you came to me already marked by the Web, I knew it had to be you. I even held out some small hope you had been sent by the Spider as a sort of implicit blessing on my whole project and, do you know what, I think it was.

"I chose you" "I'll admit, my options were somewhat limited" Mr. Magnet, he was chosen by the web. Jonah's just not afraid to be puppeted.

So, when Jane Prentiss attacked, I watched eagerly, one hand on the gas release from the start.

This line fucked me up. "One hand on the gas release from the start." Just... like it just sticks in my mind. How he held all their lives in the palm of his hand, how he let Sasha die, and Tim get eaten by worms, because he wanted his bloody perfect Archive.

One hand on the gas release from the start, while all of them almost - or did - die(d).

Like, what gets me is how fucked up Jon was afterwards, how he was asking everyone for their statements, shutting them up before they got to the part where they'd mention Jon and Tim getting eaten with worms. What gets me is how Elias was there and Jon was what, looked like a bloody mummy! He didn't have second thoughts when he saw...

He knew everything. He saw everything. He saw how fucked up Jon was over e v e r y t h i n g. (everything)

That's what gets me.

Between the stabbing and at least two desperate flights into its door, you’re marked very deep by the Spiral.

And, you know, the manipulation, the gaslighting, the betrayal. I saw an interesting post on this, but I can't seem to find it. I'll look in the posts I've rbed tagged TMA meta, I'll link it in a reblog if I find it.

Honestly, I had nothing to do with Melanie and her Slaughter adventure, but when I saw the situation, I made sure to trap her here, so whenever her rage bubbled over you were right there, a ready target.

You know after Jon's second kidnapping that could have totally been resolved how Jonah made Jon stand in front of Melanie while she wanted to kill Jonah with a knife, and how it's like oh, right, yeah, use Jon as a bloody meat shield to get her angry at him, make him the scapegoat, that was intentional. It was intentional to destroy everyone in the Archives' interpersonal relationships, and then have Jon. A ready target for hatred and vitriol.

How is Martin, by the way? He looks well. You will keep an eye on him when all this is over, won’t you? He’s earned that.

I think that Jonah Magnus should eat shit and die.

The power of the Ceaseless Watcher flows through you, and the time of our victory is here.

If you replace the Ceaseless Watcher with Determination then it reads like an Undertale save.

* The power of Determination flows through you, and the time of our victory is here.

Don’t worry, Jon. You’ll get used to it here, in the world that we have made.

This also ties in with the above, I hate that he says "our victory" "the world that we have made." Jon didn't consent to this, Jon didn't want this, Jon was made to be an unwilling conduit of the apocolypse and Jonah Magnus is insinuating that he chose it, the victim blaming little prick!

You who watch and know and understand none. You who listen and hear and will not comprehend. You who wait and wait and drink in all that is not yours by right. Come to us in your wholeness. Come to us in your perfection. Bring all that is fear and all that is terror and all that is the awful dread that crawls and chokes and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns and hunts and rips and bleeds and dies! Come to us. I OPEN THE DOOR!

GREAT INCANTATION! 10/10! And it's actually recitable, unlike the TBI one.

ARCHIVIST Look at the sky, Martin. Look at the sky. It’s looking back.

That is a fucking fantastic final line of the episode. All of it, four seasons leading up to this moment. Look at the sky. It's looking back.

Fuck dude!

(The Archivist begins a fractured, delirious, humourless, laugh that does not end)

That laugh.

That laugh is just... haunting. I love it so much. It makes me want to cry. I used to have it saved on my phone and I'd just listen to it over and over and over again and get more and more disturbed and heartbroken.

That laugh. That broken, horrific laugh.

I can't get over it.

And thus ends season 4 of The Magnus Archives. With a broken laugh in front of a window, leading out to the doomed world.

Episode 160 is quite possibly my favourite metaplot episode of The Magnus Archives, the way the whole plan was revealed, the awful manipulations that were exposed... that laugh.

I leave you all to think on this. To think on the Archive née the Archivist née Jonathan Sims, laughing at the world he has unwillingly and unwittingly doomed.

Goodnight, a-mag-a-day, goodnight. /ref

#tma #tma meta #the magnus archives #the magnus archives meta #mag 160 #jonah magnus #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #tma spoilers #tma s4 spoilers #a mag a day #i am so abnormal about this episode you do not even know #well i think you do now- #landscaping your mind chapter one

[ucetheones]

Don't Tell Him

*my other fics and requests are still in the works, i just couldn't drop this idea.

In Jon's mind, he and Josh would grow old together, the way twins were meant to. They'd get married around the same time, have kids in succession and just exist together with whatever partners the universe dropped in their laps.

It never occurred to him that Josh could die before him. Die as in stop breathing, and never open his eyes again.

It wasn't a thought worth entertaining, until it was. 

Because Josh lay prone; in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. A life that he'd barely begun living. They were only twenty after all, having just moved out of their parents house and into a cramped apartment with Joe. They were finally independent, and now Josh's life hung in the balance. 

At any moment, the machines breathing life into Jon's twin could fail at their job. At any moment, Jon could go from having his brother by his side, alive and happy, to buried and slowly being forgotten by those who claim to love him. 

The room is quiet aside from the sniffling of various people throughout said room. 

Obviously, Jon sat as close to Josh's bed as he could without disturbing the machines at work; Joe sat on the opposite side, his head hung low. 

By the window held Josh's boyfriend, Rami. He all but refused to get to close. He'd tearfully confessed that the reason Josh was hurt was because they'd been arguing on the drive back to Rami's apartment. There was mention of a patch of ice, and a skidding car, but Jon had tuned him out after. 

He'd made it out "unscathed". Rami's words, not Jon's. Because Jon wouldn't call a broken arm and cracked ribs unscathed, but there wasn't time to argue. Not while Josh was…there.

He knew it wasn't Rami's fault, but the man refused to accept that. If Rami had just waited to bring up the fact Josh hadn't been eating or sleeping well, they wouldn't all be waiting for a moment that may never come.

Eventually, their parents arrive with Sefa, and the sight of his mother's red eyes and his younger brother's downturned lips, has Jon rushing to Rami.

"You can't tell them y'all was arguing…my pops ain't gonna get it. He gon' try to blame you."

Rami just shakes his head, his throat going dry. "I have to, Jon. Their son could die because of me."

This time it's Jon who shakes his head, a scoff leaving him. "Uce, you was just worried about him. Tellin' them about the fight, means telling them everything goin' on with Josh, and 'ion think any of us can handle the can of worms Josh gon' open up if they find out he doin' that shit again."

Again. Because this isn't the first time Josh stopped eating and sleeping. It was something his family had spent so much time trying to help him with. They hadn't wanted to send him to a therapist back then, but they did. 

Rami seemed to mull over Jon's words, gently nodding. "You tell them then, please." There was a pleading tone to his voice, one that had Jon agreeing despite the disgusting feeling that settled in his stomach.

Telling them had gone as easy as Jon thought it would. Which is to say, it was difficult. Even with the details left out, the atmosphere of the room felt charged with a weird energy.

Joe had given his seat up to his aunt, claiming he'd sat long enough and wanted to stand.

No one commented on the fact that her legs had been shaking so much that their dad had been all that was holding her up.

It felt like hours before a doctor and nurse came into the room for updates, though said updates were no help, and did nothing to put anyone at ease.

They weren't sure why Josh hadn't woken up, when he would, or if he would. They knew nothing, and Jon wanted to scream. He wanted to yell at the top of his lungs for someone to do something, for someone to bring Josh back to them. Back to him.

It took a lot of convincing, but when the nurse informed them that visiting hours would be ending soon, so only two people could stay, Jon had managed to sway his parents into going to get some rest.

Rami silently agreed to go with them, especially once Sefa had attached himself to the older man and refused to let go. It was obvious he was hesitant to leave his boyfriend, but everyone knew once Sefa latched onto someone, he wouldn't be letting go until he fell asleep. Jon thought Rami could use some rest as well, even if he hadn't voiced it.

Rami and Josh have been together for almost two years now. Two long years, that neither would trade for the world. Rami had easily been accepted into their family circle, it was hard to turn the redhead away, when just his presence was enough to have Josh smiling wider than anything else could.

If Josh wakes up…no, when Josh wakes up, he'll want to know Rami was okay. He'll want to know his boyfriend was well rested and fed.

When it was just Jon and Joe in the room, the beeping of machinery the only constant noise, Jon couldn't help the thoughts that raced through his mind. They weren't hopeful thoughts, they were frightening and left a sour taste in his mouth.

Thoughts of a life without Josh. A life where there was no Josh to poke fun at him for one embarrassing thing or the other, was no life. A future without Josh's constant rambles over things no one found interesting but him wasn't a future Jon wanted.

As it stood, he'd give anything to hear his younger brother ranting about some stupid ass show he was obsessed with, but ultimately hated. He'd give anything to switch places with Josh, right now. 

The sight of his baby brother stuck in a bed, unmoving, and not breathing on his own was one he wouldn't be forgetting. Because it was different from all the other times, the times where Josh was awake, even if he was grumbling about the disgusting food they'd served. Even when he was joking around about the state of his body.

"You think Lil' Uce can hear us?"

Jon shocks even himself when he breaks the silence in the room, his gaze falling on his cousin. 

The elder just shrugs, his lip tucked between his teeth. "If he can, he better wake the hell up right now, man." His tone is light, but there's a certain heaviness to it as well. 

Jon can't help but chuckle at his cousin's clear attempt at making him smile. "I hear that, Uce. He in for it when he wake up, trust me."

There was no real threat behind Jon's words, it was for the sake of lightening the mood. It worked, because Joe smiled over at him and it felt like a reward amongst the chaos.

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks is how long it took for Josh to open his eyes. Fourteen days of Joe and Jon talking to the younger boy with no response from him.

At least the machines that kept him alive the first few days were no longer necessary as he could breathe on his own now.

The first sight Josh was greeted with was Jon drooling in the seat by his bed, his neck angled awkwardly as he slept.

With considerable effort, Josh managed to turn his head to see Joe in a similar position, though his head was propped up by his hand.

Josh wanted to speak, but his throat was dry and felt like sandpaper with each swallow of saliva. He wanted to know how he ended up here, but that required one of them being awake.

Time passed slowly to the boy, but eventually Jon was waking up. Josh knew because he'd started twitching his nose. A habit his twin had never dropped.

When their eyes met, Jon almost immediately leapt from his chair. His hair was wild, like he'd barely touched it for days. "Uce.." His voice came out winded and full of disbelief. Josh wanted to laugh, but he refrained. 

With a raised brow, Josh cleared his throat. Jon got the message and quickly helped him guzzle down a cup of cool water.

The feeling was so soothing to his throat.

"How do you feel, bro?"

Josh did his best to shrug. He paused when he finally noticed the cast that traveled almost to his shoulder from his wrist. It was like all at once, all the aches registered in his brain, and it was all he could focus on.

"Feels like I've been hit by a goddamn semi…Uce, what the fuck did I do?" to emphasize his words, he groans and throws his head back.

"You don't remember how you got here?"

Josh offered a shake of his head.

"Nah, the last thing I remember was leaving Sefa's birthday celebration at Disney."

This had Jon furrowing his brows. They'd taken Sefa there for his birthday almost three years ago. How could Josh's last memory be from three fucking years ago?

"Josh…how old are we?" 

It was clear the question confused his twin, but he scoffed and turned his head to look at Jon once more. 

"We gon' be eighteen, Uce." 

Jon was silent. He wasn't sure what he was meant to say. His brother had lost three years. Meaning he had no fucking idea who Rami was, or that they'd be signing contracts with NXT in a matter of weeks. He didn't know that him, Joe and Jon all lived together. 

Lucky for him, Joe seemed to have caught the tail end of their conversation, and quickly butted in.

"I'm gonna get a nurse. To let them know you're up, yeah?" His eyes met Jon's, and his message was clear. 

"Don't tell Josh anything yet." Jon wasn't sure how he'd tell him anyway, so he'd leave that to the doctors. 

Maybe Josh was just disoriented and would soon gather his bearings. Maybe this memory loss was permanent. 

If it was…Jon isn't too confident for what it means moving forward.

#jey uso #jimmy uso #roman reigns #sami zayn #samijey #wwe #angst #jey x sami #car accident tw #jey uso fanfiction #queer jey uso #tw disordered eating #tw eating issues #near death experience #solo sikoa #surprise ending

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Three: Heads or Tails

A few days later, as Jason got ready for school, he decided to call Bruce out of curiosity. Bruce answered the phone immediately, apologizing for their last conversation. "Good morning," Jason greeted him.

"You're up early. Is something wrong?" Bruce asked. Jason grabbed his lunch from the refrigerator.

"No, I just wanted to call you," Jason replied, "I'm getting ready to go to work, and I wanted to thank you for respecting my space this weekend."

Bruce didn't say anything for a moment. Instead, he cleared his throat. Jason put his phone on speaker as he poured coffee into a thermos. "You didn't tell Lane about what happened?" Jason asked.

"No, I didn't tell him anything. I just asked Clark to give Laney your number, nothing else... Did you want to talk to me about what happened?" Bruce asked, and Jason started feeling an uncomfortable tightness in his chest.

"Kind of... But, not now. Maybe a different time?" Jason asked. Bruce made an affirmative noise. "I just wanted you to know that I miss you."

"I miss you too, Jason," Bruce whispered, "Can I ask you something?"

"Mhm," Jason answered as he slipped his shoes on.

"Do you think maybe we can have lunch over the phone later?" Bruce asked.

Jason grabbed his keys and shoved them in his pocket. "My break's at noon," Jason replied, "How's everybody?"

"They're okay. Dick went back to San Francisco yesterday," Bruce replied, "Damian's at his mother's... Tim's out of town with a few of his friends... But they're fine. Everyone's doing alright."

"That's good," Jason whispered as he made his way out of his apartment, "I'll talk to you at lunch?"

"I'll be looking forward to it," Bruce replied.

Jason made a soft noise and hung up before entering the tutoring center and clocking in. He set up his table, and a girl sat down across from him. He worked with her on a writing assignment for nearly thirty minutes, and she was immediately replaced with an older man.

"Good afternoon, young man. I don't need much help today. I just wanted to ask if you had any instructions for the Chicago format," the man asked. Jason nodded and took out a yellow piece of paper, and he explained where the same information could be found online. "Oh, I have one more question. Is the food in the cafeteria any good? I've forgotten my lunch."

"Uh-huh, I wouldn't eat anything from the fridge, but the cooked food is fine," Jason answered. The man smiled and thanked him, going about his way. For nearly an hour, Jason sat with no one else to assist, and he saw someone standing outside the glass doors. He leaned forward to see who it was, and by the time he could make out the face, she was sitting across from him at the table.

"Cass, you don't go here," Jason whispered. She shrugged.

"I didn't follow you. I was waiting for Steph," she replied, "What are you doing?"

"I'm working," Jason answered, "Steph has a class this early?"

Cass shook her head and tapped on the table. "Can I give you a hug?" Cass asked. Jason smiled and stood up, opening his arms and giving Cass a hug.

"When are you supposed to meet her?" Jason asked.

"Ten minutes from now. I'm early," Cass whispered as she sat back down across from him. "We miss you."

"Well, I work here Monday and Wednesday from eight to two, and Friday from eight to noon... So, I'm here most of the week if you wanna stop by," Jason replied. Cass smiled.

"I think I have to go now, but it was nice to see you," she smiled. Jason waved at her as she left the tutoring center, and he took out his phone and sent a text to Bruce. A few people stopped by asking for writing resources. For the most part, things were quiet.

The day seemed to drag on forever until lunchtime. He left the building and sat on a bench outside.

His phone rang, and he plugged in his headphones, answering with a controlled, "Hello?"

"Did you still want to have lunch?" Bruce asked.

"Mhm, I do... Um, Bruce, I need you to know I've never been mad at you. I'm just struggling with a lot of bad memories right now," Jason confessed. His hands shook as he opened his bag to get his lunch, and Bruce said something over the phone that Jason couldn't hear. "Huh?"

"I'm sorry... I was just a little shocked. Was it something that happened while you were with me?" Bruce asked.

"No, it wasn't you. It's not you... It's—." Jason swallowed hard. "Sorry... It's something I remembered from when I was little." Jason took a deep breath and went on to catalog several years' worth of abuse and torture while in tears. He could hear Bruce set the phone down, and he took another deep breath.

"Jason, I didn't know—."

"It all came flooding back last semester, and I couldn't explain it to you then," Jason mumbled. He felt as if he couldn't catch his breath.

"Jason, I'm glad that you shared this with me today... I'd like to think you're ready to come home now, but I imagine that's not the case just yet. Am I right?" Bruce asked. Jason made an affirmative noise.

"I don't wanna move back, but now that you know what's going on in my head, I'd like to visit," Jason answered. He wiped his face with his sleeve. "I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said about wanting to come home."

"You can come home whenever you want to. Jason, we love you..." Bruce swallowed hard. Jason nodded and took a deep breath.

"I love you too, Bruce," Jason replied and sniffed. Jason started on his lunch, and he could hear Bruce open a soda. "I saw Cass today."

"You did?" Bruce asked. Jason took a bite of his sandwich.

"Uh-huh, it was nice seeing her," Jason added.

"Pastrami?" Bruce asked.

"Tuna, I had pastrami on Thursday," Jason corrected him. They spoke to each other for a little while until they both finished eating, and Jason raised one of his legs and rested his chin on his knee. "It was nice speaking to you today."

"It was nice speaking to you too, Jason," Bruce replied. Jason hung up the phone and finished his lunch.

He drank the rest of his coffee and went back to work. He set up his table once more, and he finished out his shift. He walked across the campus to wait for his class to start and charge his phone.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the campus, Laney sat in a corner in the cafeteria, facetiming his father. "Are you staying out of trouble?" Clark asked. Laney nodded. "How was your weekend?"

"I had a great weekend. I went to a party in the East End with Jay, and I spent most of the weekend at his apartment... I left Sunday morning—." Laney moved closer to the phone to look at Clark.

"What?" Clark asked.

"You're buttering me up because Mom has bad news... Right?" Laney asked.

"What? No," Clark answered. Lois made a noise in the background and took the phone from Clark.

"Hi, Lane," Lois greeted him.

"Mom," Laney replied.

"Don't do that—."

"You're canceling on me, aren't you?" Laney asked. Lois shook her head.

"I'm not canceling on you. I'm rescheduling," Lois replied, "If you can reschedule for any time next week—."

"Why?" Laney asked coldly. Lois took a deep breath. "Don't do that. Don't act like I have no right to be angry about this—."

"I'm not. Laney, I didn't realize that our thing was the same day as Sammy's field trip—."

"So this is about Jon? Why can't Dad chaperone?" Laney asked.

"Because he's covering a story out of town on Friday. Just bear with me. If you reschedule for next week, I'll be there," Lois replied. She softened. "Lane, how's Jason?" Lois sat down on the couch next to Clark.

"Asking the wrong questions, Mom... And the answer to your actual question is no. No, I didn't tell him about the actual reason we weren't allowed to hang out anymore," Laney replied. Clark relaxed his shoulders. "And to your leading question, he's Jason. The same Jason that I've always known."

"I'm glad you kept it to yourself, Lane," Clark replied.

"I'm not happy about it, but everyone knows that already," Laney replied, "I just don't get the point of lying to him. It's not benefitting anyone—."

"Lane, please tell me you're not going to start problems on purpose by telling Jason something he doesn't need to know," Lois sighed.

"I won't cause problems on purpose. It's not like I don't care about Jason..." Laney ate his french fries. "But don't you think that it's wrong that his memory of what happened is a complete lie?"

"It's not for us to say," Lois replied. Laney sighed and picked over his food.

"Anyway, how are the boys?" Laney asked.

"Sammy's running for class president, and Chris just joined an afterschool club," Clark answered.

"So, that's why no one's home yet?" Laney asked. He finished his milkshake and tapped the bottom of the cup against the table.

"Would you like to share your feelings about being away from home?" Clark asked.

"Do we have to do the whole feelings thing?" Laney asked. Neither parent answered. "Okay, fine. I felt like I was gonna be alone, but it's nice to know that I still have a friend here." Laney paused to wait for their answer, only to see that they were smiling. "Please don't do that... I'm only telling you guys what you already—."

"We love you, Lane," Clark whispered. Lois's eyes softened.

Laney softened as well, and he let out a breath of air.

"I love you guys too... And Mom? I'm gonna reschedule for next Friday, okay?" Laney asked. Lois nodded.

"We've gotta go, but we'll talk again soon," said Clark.

Laney finished his call and threw away his food before going back to his car. His roommate called him on the phone, and he rolled his eyes before answering. "Hi, buddy," Laney answered. The fire alarm beeped in the background.

"How do I put out a grease fire?" she asked.

"Jesus Christ. Okay, put the cookie pan over it or take some salt and throw it on the fire. I'm on my way home right now," Laney replied as he put his phone on speaker and set it down in the cupholder. "I've got you on speaker..." Laney pinched the bridge of his nose and held back a laugh. She started crying.

"I'm so sorry, Lane, I completely forgot that I left the fire on and—."

"Sylvia. Sylvia, listen, it was an honest mistake. No one's mad at you. I was already on my way home," Laney reassured, "I bet you it's not even that bad." He couldn't make out the next few things that she said, so he chose not to answer until he got to their building.

"The whole apartment is hazy—."

"I'm almost up there. Just relax, okay?" Laney raised his voice while maintaining a gentle tone. He went up the stairs, and he hung up the phone as he let himself in. He immediately started choking from the smoke in the room.

"Sylvie! Gus Gus! I'm home," Laney called, and Sylvia came off the fire escape in tears holding Laney's cat. He took off his sweater and swung it at the smoke alarm.

"Lane, I'm so sorry. I left the stove for five seconds to go to the bathroom—." Laney took his cat. "Come on, let's go back to the fire escape," Laney suggested. They climbed out the window to the fire escape. "Don't worry, everybody does this." He sat down, and she sat close by him.

Sylvia didn't say anything at first. She just sat next to him, wiping the tears from her eyes, and Laney took a deep breath. "Need a hug?" Laney asked. She nodded, and he put his arm over her.

"I thought you would be mad that I scared Gus," she whispered.

"Gus is fine. Thanks for taking him outside," Laney replied as he rubbed Gus's ears. "It sounds like you had a rough day. Are you okay?"

She shrugged. "I just miss my mom," Sylvia whispered, "I know I can call her, but it's not really the same as seeing her in person."

"I understand that... I really do," Laney whispered.

"But you're so good at living on your own," Sylvia replied.

"It took a long time to learn how to live alone," Laney explained, "I was in a boarding school for two years, I lived in a dorm my freshman year in Metropolis, so I've had a lot of experience living away from home... But I know what it feels like to be homesick."

"How long did it take you to stop missing home?" Sylvia asked. Laney shrugged.

"A long time, but it's normal," Laney whispered, "Have you made any friends here yet?" Sylvia mumbled something and made her way back inside. "Huh?" Laney asked. He let Gus back in the house and made his way inside. "Was that a touchy subject?"

"I have a girlfriend here," Sylvia answered out loud. Laney cocked his head.

"Wait, have you not ever said that out loud before?" Laney asked. She nodded. "Oh. Oh! Sylvia, listen, if you ever want to invite your girlfriend over, this is just as much your apartment as it is mine."

"So, you don't have a problem with me—."

"I have no problems with you. You're a great roommate," Laney replied as he threw the charred pot in the trash. "Even if you almost burned our apartment to the ground today." Sylvia laughed. "I'll order in."

#fic #hair trigger fic #batfam #superfam #Jason Todd #Jonathan Lane Kent #Bruce Wayne #Clark Kent #Lois Lane #Cassandra Cain #Tim Drake #Conner Kent #Natalia Knight #Jonathan Samuel Kent #Cassie Sandsmark #Chris Kent #Bart Allen #Original Character(s) #University AU #No Powers AU #Sharing A Bed #Romance #Angst

[leesielex]

So anti Dany's love to say that without dragons Dany would be nothing, that she relies far too much on her dragons, even in the books. I would like to say, you must not have read the books in a long time and are most definitely conflating that with the show and your own fanon. But also, tell me with a straight face the Stark's don't rely just as much if not MORE on their direwolves in the books than Dany does on her dragons?

Specifically Jon, Robb, and Bran but even Rickon as little as he is in the books, and Arya using her warging skills to give her an advantage as well. The only one who doesn't use their direwolf as much as Dany is Sansa b/c Lady dies so early.

The other point I heard made today in the same post was Dany relies too much on fire and blood and doesn't listen to her advisors and have any strategy. Which is a completely contradictory statement.

In the books, Dany uses her dragons exactly ONE time in Astapor to burn Kraznys. The dragons are no bigger than dogs with wings and barely can burn one man. It is the Unsullied she uses to sack the city (after coming up with the strategy to do so on her own). The only other time Drogon unleashes his fire is in Qarth. Dany doesn't order him to, doesn't say Dracarys in the books, that happens in the SHOW. In the books, Drogon sees what is happening to Dany and that these warlocks mean to do her harm and Drogon unleashes his flame and fury on the HOU on his own accord.

For the entire first book, Dany does not have her dragons and everything she accomplished was on her own and of her own merit. She gains the strength and power to stand up for herself and others. She eats an entire horse heart. As a 13 year old girl, she marries a 32 year old warlord from a completely foreign culture she is thrown into and doesn't even know the language. She acclimates and adjusts, learns the language, learns the culture; learns of her people; and becomes their khaleesi. She learns how to be respected by Drogo. And if she wasn't worthy she wouldn't have been able to hatch those dragons because Targaryens had tried to bring them back for over a century and failed until her.

It is entirely contradictory to say that Dany only knows Fire and Blood and relies on it and her dragons too much and that she ignores her advisors because it is her advisors that are telling her she is too gentle, too merciful, and she needs to use her dragons. Her advisors are the ones telling her to use her biggest advantage and bring fire and blood to her enemies! Even Ser Barristan! While Dany is missing on drogon, the Yunkaii having taken hostages including Daario, they want the dragons killed for the hostages return. When asked what Barristan will do when they refuse an alternate offer he replies "Fire and Blood."

It's preposterous to say she has no strategy because in the BOOKS every city she conquers is HER strategy. It was her idea to deceive and trick the slave masters and free astapor. Dany was the one who made them pack up all the slave collars into carts and lug them to the next city to shoot them into the city to inspire slave revolts. It was her who came up with every idea to take every city from Astapor to Meereen. She weighs all her strategies carefully and weighs every piece of advice offered to her and only ignores her advisors because she sees a better option. It was the SHOW that gave all her strategy to the MEN around her, whether it was Jorah or Daario or Barristan or Tyrion even.

And the main point, why is it always bad for Dany to use her dragons one time against like one person to take a city, yet Jon who uses Ghost often to fight and survive or Robb who always used Grey Wind in battle and used Grey Wind to scout the land are never mentioned how they would be nothing compared to any other Joe Schmo in the books without their direwolves? It's a Fricken fantasy series and while characters like Cersei, Littlefinger, and Sansa are meant to be political, characters like Jon and Dany and Bran (who uses his direwolf more than anyone uses their magical creatures) are the FANTASY characters, though they do intersect with political as well, their main focus will be on defeating the OTHERS who are also fantastical characters and won't be defeated by politicking but with the help of the fantasy companions by their sides!

The hypocrisy and ridiculous standards y'all expect Dany to live up to but your fave character couldn't do is just ridiculous and it needs to stop but I know it never will.

*I didn't come up with all these ideas all on my own. There was discussion about the post on another social media. I just needed to vent in one place.

#daenerys targaryen #jon snow #robb stark #dragons #direwolves #it's a fantasy #asoiaf #they missed the entire point of asoiaf #did they really read the books when they keep talking about show Dany

[hello-nichya-here]

Been a long time since I sent an ask but I'm hoping for your forgiveness xD

Anyway, I've been in a Stannis staning mood recently and remembered a theory.

Apparently the reason Stan is popular is because he serves as the replacement Ned Stark due to his strict adherence to honor, law and morality. Any thoughts?

I do see similarities but I've always felt them to be different people. They had respect for each other yes, but were never really friends.

Plus their flaws and shortcomings are different. Ned could have prevented the war by not telling Cersei but he was too merciful of a person for that. Stannis greatest mistakes and vile deeds came almost always when he compromised on his code.

I guess what Game of Thrones teaches is that both good and evil deeds, both selfish and selfless actions can have negative consequences. People don't act in isolation, the results always depend on how other people react.

While they both are characters that fully believe that "What's right is right", the are some key differences between them.

The first and most important one can summed up in an exchange that happened between Davos and Stannis:

"What is the life of one bastard boy against an entire kingdom?"

"Everything."

Ned covered up the truth about Jon being Lyanna's son with Rhaegar, spoke out against the plan to kill Daenerys (who was 14 and pregnant at the time), and refused to just let Cersei's children be executed despite knowing that they were bastards born of incest. All of that was because his honor and his idea of what's right says that protecting the weak and innocent is his obligation - especially if said weak and innocent are children.

Stannis meanwhile was fully ready to kill Dany and Viserys as children, nearly burned Edric Storm alive, and will 100% kill any of Cersei's bastards if he ever comes across them. That is because Stannis's morals are all about the good of the real and the rules of society.

This isn't always bad - he is sexist and racist, but won't allow his men to rape women of the free-folk because to become a rapist is to become a dishonarable man, and he won't tolerate that kind of shit.

But it also means that he is fully okay with Melisandre burning people alive because her God told her to and (more importantly) plenty of said people were enemies of his that were breaking the law by supporting other kings. Why would he have a problem with that? What's the difference between burning people in the name of Rhollor and stabbing a bunch of them to death in the name of the Seven/the king? War is war, and sacrifices have to be made.

Ned meanwhile will NOT accept that kind of thing. He has killed people before, and he WAS willing to let Cersei and her children be executed if she didn't run away with - but he still gave her the warning. He gave them a chance to survive. To end this conflict without anyone's death being necessary. Stannis meanwhile fucked off to prepare for war.

Another key difference between them is that Ned is much more forgiving in general, and especially with the people he cares about. He killed the guy who deserted the Night's Watch, but only because he did not believe his story about the White Walkers attacking them - if he had, the guy would have lived and not suffered any punishment. Ned was also not okay with cheating, excessive drinking, or people neglecting their responsibilities - but he was best friends with Robert, the guy who full on said "Hey, be my Hand, so you can do all the work for me while I eat, fuck and drink."

Can anyone even imagine Stannis Baratheon EVER letting someone get away with saying that kind of crap to him? For fuck's sake, Davos is his best friend AND smuggled food to Stannis in a siege in which he nearly died... and Stannis still cut off Davos's fingers as punishment for the crime of being a smuggler.

We also have the fact that, while Ned didn't really understand the Game Of Thrones. Like, at all. He legit thought Cersei wouldn't stab him in the back after he said "I know about the treason, incest, and I'm also gonna accuse you of murder." Stannis never made that kind of mistake. He despises the empty flattery and courtesies their society relies on, yes, but he always makes sure he has some card up his sleeve that allows him to get away with not enganging on that part of the game.

This also connects to another thing: Stannis changed, Ned did not. Ned Stark died because he could not addapt to the place he was at, not even long enough to just get enough time to go back to Winterfell and leave Robert holding his dick. Stannis meanwhile addmited that Davos and Jon Snow were right - just going "Fuck you, I'm the king, bow to me!" was not working, would likely never work, and if he wanted people to support him, he'd need to change tactics and help them with their problems instead of focusing just on his. He went from the king that even rejected, and who despised his subject, to "the king who cared." Quite the drastic change.

Finally, we also have ANOTHER way in which Stannis changed, and that ties into something he does NOT have in common with Ned: the way they handle being the second son.

Stannis went from sleeping with Melisandre just because it was necessary (both in the sense of "the red God wants it" and "It will kill your rival in a second"), to not so subtly bragging about the fact that she is his mistress and that she scares the fuck out of everyone but is his loyal servent.

This "sudden" change happened because, while Stannis never really asked to be king, he was always the unloved child. The one who was too difficult to deal with. The one who just needed to lighten up a little. The one who didn't have Robert and Renly's charisma. The king NOBODY wanted.

And then here comes Melisandre, telling the is the literal chosen one. The most important man in the whole world. The one who will save everyone and be seen as a legend forever and ever. And he buys into that pleasant lie because it validates all the anger, resentment and loneliness he felt all these years, and tells him "It was not your fault, you were right all along. Everyone else was the problem, not you"

Ned meanwhile, despite loving Catelyn and the life they had together, would often get all melancolic over the fact that he was not supposed to be the heir, the ruler of Winterfell. And when Robert comes in offering to give him MORE power, MORE responsibility, MORE of a great status, he fucking hates it. Unlike Stannis, Ned doesn't resent the time he spent in his brother's shadow as the "least important one." He seems to miss it and the safety it brought to him.

Which is why he often refused to play the game, unlike Stannis. Playing is the only way to have even a CHANCE of winning. And when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.

#asks #ned stark meta #stannis baratheon meta #ned stark #stannis baratheon

[the-coffee-fandom]

For @tim-drake-is-underrated Happy Birthday 💜💜💜

Marinette: *sighs*

Tim: What's wrong?

Marinette: Do you think I'll get a significant other before prom?

Tim: *slightly taken aback* Well of course. Who wouldn't want to be with you?

Marinette: *blushes and looks down, twiddling her fingers*

Tim: What's this about Mari?

Marinette: *shrugs* I just... In the halls there was this group teasing someone because they didn't have a date. Of course, having a date isn't all that important and you should be happy with yourself no matter the relationship status...but also...I do want to go with someone special.

Tim: *nods in understanding and puts his hand over hers* I absolutely understand. But hey, you have three years to get there. And whatever's left of this year. You'll find someone.

Marinette: *smiles softly at Tim* Thank you Tim *kisses his cheek* I have to go now, class is soon.

Tim: *nods slightly dumbstruck*

Marinette: *collects her stuff* see you later Tim

Tim: *puts hand to spot she kissed while watching her leave*

*Bell Rings*

-After school that day-

Tim: *rushes down the steps* Marinette! Wait up!

Marinette: *stops at the bottom for him* Oh sorry Tim

Tim: *chuckles* All good. I just wanted to ask you something?

Marinette: *nods* go ahead

Tim: *takes a deep breath* What if, if neither of us gets a date to prom we go with each other instead? That way neither of us will be lonely and you are the best company to have around and it'll be perfect.

Marinette: *takes a moment to process his rushed out words* You want to go to prom with me?

Tim: *nods* If you dont get a date before prom, I'll be your date.

Marinette: *thinks about it* ok deal. If neither of us gets asked to go to the prom we have to go with each other instead.

Tim: *grins* Deal

Marinette: *giggles* Ok well I'll see you tomorrow Tim. Thank you.

-3 years later-

Steph: *falls into chair in front of Marinette with a sigh*

Marinette: *stops eating lunch to look up* Hey Steph. What's wrong?

Steph: *sighs and outs head on the table* I asked Tim to go to prom with me. Can you believe it? He already has a date! And he won't tell me who!

Marinette: *surprised* He does?

Steph: I know right? Super unexpected! Usually they make these big proposals and you just know who's going together. There was nothing like that for him. How is anyone supposed to know the tea! Who is the mysterious person he's going with?!? You're close to him. Who is it.

Marinette: *leans backward slightly as Steph leans forward* I haven't heard anything about any dates nor him being asked to prom.

Steph: huh strange. Has he asked you?

Marinette: *shakes head no*

Steph: huh crazy. Well I guess we'll see who the lucky person is at prom. Maybe him and Bernard hooked back up? Maybe he finally realized Kon trails him like a puppy? You're already checked off the list....oh this is such a fun mystery!

Marinette: *nods distractedly* yeah

Marinette: I have to get to class, I'll see you later?

Steph: *nods* course!

-After school-

Marinette: *catches up to Tim and walks next to him*

Tim: Oh hey Mari

Marinette: Hey! You missed lunch?

Tim: Im sorry, got caught up in work.

Marinette: *nods in understanding* that's ok I understand.

Tim: *smiles*

Marinette: Sooo.... You remember our deal?

Tim: The one we've made every year since we came to high school?

Marinette: Yes that one.

Tim: Of course. Why do you bring it up? Have you been asked out yet?

Marinette: *pulls books closer to chest* No. I was just wondering if you had?

Tim: *shakes his head no* Afraid not. Guess I'm not as popular as I'd like to think I am *smirks doopely* Guess I'm going with you this year, if you don't wanna back out of course.

Marinette: no no of course not!

Tim: *chuckles* Good, I'll see you later Mari

Marinette: *nods and watches him leave*

Marinette: *the second his cars out of sight, turns on heel and rushes over to table Adrien, Luka, Kagami, Steph, Cass, and Jon were at

Marinette: *slams hands on table*

Marinette: Guys I think Tim has a crush on me?

Everyone: *looks at her deadpanned*

Kagami: That was blatantly obvious.

Everyone: *nods in agreement*

Marinette: *sputters*

Adrien: I mean...I thought you guys were in a relationship and just trying to hide it very badly?

Luka: *holds out hand*

Jon and Adrien: *pulls cash out their pockets and hands it over*

Marinette: were you betting on us?

Steph: oh absolutely.

Marinette: Weren't you trying to go out with him?

Cass: *tilts head*

Steph: *chuckles* Nah I'm going with Cass. I just wanted to see if he was going with you so I could win

Marinette: ....another bet?

Cass: *nods*

Luka: We're betting if you'll get together before or during prom for those who hadn't betted that you were already together.

Jon: *crosses arms and sulks* Can't believe I lost

Adrien: *pats his shoulder* there there we'll take the walk of shame together

Marinette: So...Tim does like me?!

Kagami: Obviously

Cass: *nods sharply once*

Marinette: *runs hands through hair* ok...I have to go now

-Night of prom-

*knock on door*

Marinette: *opens door revealing Tim dressed in a nice suit with a large bouquet*

Tim: *nervously hands her flowers*

Marinette: *snaps out of shock* Oh tim...these are beautiful. Thank you you didn't have to

Tim: Its my pleasure. You deserve only the best.

Marinette: *clears throat* Tim...

Tim: *face falls* you have a date don't you...

Marinette: no! I mean yes but uh no er

Tim: Its ok...im sorry ill just go

Marinette: *grabs his wrist* No. Dont leave. *You* are my date.

Tim: *tilts head in confusion*

Marinette: You know...if you wanted to go with me, you just had to ask? You didn't have to make that crazy deal. I would have said yes.

Tim: How long have you known...

Marinette: This afternoon

Tim: Oh.

Marinette: Steph told me you rejected her because you already had a date.

Tim: I'm sorry Marinette..

Marinette: Dont be. Its..sweet. Im glad I get to go with you.

Tim: So you...

Marinette: *smiles doopely* yeah. I like you too. A lot.

Tim: May I kiss you?

Marinette: Absolutely

#maribat #mlb x dc #timari #fanfiction #dc x mlb #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat tim drake wayne #writing #my writing #prom #writing prompt #incorrect quotes #fluff #no angst sadly

[inkycherie]

I have had the most amazing summer. In July, my best friend came to visit. I brought her to Paris (her first time), showed her around my town and other neighbouring cities around Geneva, and we drove to the south of France. I made different meals for everyone to enjoy, danced to the loveliest music, and drank the best wine(s).

The third week of August, I went back to the Philippines. We had a long overdue family reunion. Our uncle from Canada also came to visit with his family, and my cousin who works for months at a cruise ship extended his vacation.

We all flew to Zamboanga del Sur to surprise my grandma and our extended family whom we haven't seen in 13 years ! We spent a week there living the simple life, eating pandesal for breakfast, and singing karaoke kahit brownout.

The first few days of September, I spent back in my hometown. I saw Bowie again. I didn't let any minute pass without cuddling him. Whenever I'm in the PH and everyone else is back home, my sisters and I stay in one bedroom with our parents (and Bowie), chatting away until we all fall asleep. These nights were even more special because we were all cooped up in one room while there was a storm outside. Felt just like the good old days when my sisters and I would spend nights holed up in our parents room trying to pass the time until electricity was back on.

I was also sooo happy to walk around the malls with Christmas music already playing in the background ! We bought surprise presents for our parents. My sisters and I chipped in to buy papa his dream TV, and mama a new iPhone. The rest of my money I spent on groceries, more presents for the fam, pasalubongs for Jon, books, Cheetos, Spicy Century Tuna, Vienna sausages, and Spam. lol

We spent my last week in Manila. Took mama, my sisters, and our aunt on a date - brunch in Wildflour and shopping at Rockwell, and then continued to shop in MOA. I wanted to make dinner for everyone, so I made sinigang na baboy which was perfect for the stormy weather. We had drinks with our cousins before bed (red horse, spicy Oishi, and isaw at bbq).

The next day, I brought my parents to IKEA so I can buy them stuff for the house. I could tell mama was so excited to drive back home so she can start using everything we got. Uncle flew back from Zamboanga later than everyone else so the day after he arrived, he went straight to the condo so we can spend more time with him. We asked him to make lola's bistek Tagalog as he is the only one who can make it exactly the way lola does. I am glad to report that I watched him closely as he was making it - even volunteered to be the sous chef - so I will make it for dinner tomorrow.

The day before my flight, the entire family celebrated my aunt and cousin's birthdays. I made some of my specialty meals, and we ordered a bunch of other food. Of course, there was cake.

I flew back to Switzerland on the 7th. I arrived on Friday at 8 in the morning, unpacked my stuff, ate pancit canton, and fell asleep at 16hr. I woke up at 3am still tired, but I managed to clean up and do all the laundry. I was hanging clothes at the balcony even before the sun was out. I found it hilarious. The rest of the day, I spent on the couch still feeling quite sluggish and brushing off the fact that I was having chills, and my nose wouldn't stop running.

Jon and I went on a quick café date and I couldn't taste the coffee nor the pastry I ordered which I found strange but thought nothing of. We did errands and bought groceries but I started feeling sicker as the hours passed. As soon as we got home, I checked to see if I had covid. The test came out positive. Dinner wasn't much fun. I was much sicker so I couldn't enjoy the food Jon prepared for me - he made me the perfect steak which I couldn't taste hahaha and some soup to make me feel better.

This morning, I woke up at 5am and called my family right away. The symptoms are getting worse, and now I have chills, body pains, and constant headache. I will rest more so I can feel better by tomorrow. I just find this to be a silly end to an incredible summer.

#personal #home #homesick

[hislittleraincloud]

so when are you posting the afterburn wednesday x uvc cairo enemies to lovers fic /j

I laughed for about ten minutes after I read this. It was a guilty laugh.

Don't think I haven't thought about a crossover, however that would be...somethin' else since they're the same fkn character, with few differentiating qualities. UVC Cairo is more talkative and casual, lugubriously loquacious like a typical Southern Gothic writer. AB Wednesday is...well, she's Wednesday. Sharper (in the head and on the edges, obvs), and doesn't tolerate who she perceives as imbeciles. But with UVCC practically being her twin, the competitiveness would be explosive. Wednesday is the better writer, too, and that would piss UVCC off to no end...and amuse Jon in the process.

...

...Damn you, anon. I have too much to write as it is. I mentioned it before, but I have multiple active 'Benson' files (UVC, though one of them isn't UVC universe, it's standalone one-shot "What If?" that centers around their confrontation/when Cairo is emasculating him). Look at this mess

Damn you, mid mfkr...damn you to Hell. 💀🥲😭🪦🥀

I don't even know how many active AB files I've got going atm.

It is very rare that I go out anywhere, but I needed a walk/break from everything so I took the senior dogs (and the baby dog strapped to my chest) out in their stroller. Been struggling mentally with the non-writing shit that's been happening in my life. Every day I take care of the needy dogs (the seniors are both 17 years old this year...as old as some of the teacher crushers that I see on my fyp 💀 and a year younger than Wednesday). One of them has trouble with his back legs and sometimes energy. Anyone remember that Family Guy cutaway where Peter is holding an elderly Brian who is blind/deaf/senile by his water bowl so he can drink? That's me, except my boy is able to drink on his own. He just needs me to hold him up on his bad days. The other senior I inherited from a nasty (racist) old lady who passed away, but this dog is behaving more and more like her every day (won't let me cut her nails...same as Mommie Dumbest, who lived with a gross, yellowed, grown out pinky nail she wouldn't let anyone cut). And because she's 17, she has CCD (canine cognitive dysfunction, it's doggie dementia) and sometimes gets lost or stares at the wall even though she's blind. Both dogs can still eat/drink, potty in the right place, and still come when called (though they love sleeping 💤 ). My boy is still sharp in the head somehow. I can talk to him and he still understands. I never trained my dogs to 'obey commands', I just treat them like the mental toddlers that they are. They listen to me, though the old girl here has a little trouble orienting herself/figuring out where the sound of my voice is coming from (which is ironic, since for her mother, she was a Hearing Dog). Taking them all out at once is a big feat since I'm also disabled/walk with a cane, but thankfully the stroller worked well for all of us. It was a nice day to walk around the lake.

Of course I got one fkn ass bish making a comment about how they're dogs and should be walking. Had to tell her that they're both 17 and the bigger one can't walk steadily all the time. And when I did let the little excited girl down to walk shortly after I took this photo, she couldn't get her bearings since she is blind. Yes, she looks like she's excitedly looking at something but she's not...she struggles finding treats I put down in front of her. BTW, the seniors are my babies, but my baby baby is the one everyone is enamored with, since she still looks like a puppy/has a baby face...hmm....

I played the AB soundtrack on the walk and it was a good motivator. I had forgotten what an eclectic collection that is, since I usually play the Gates Mansion Secrets soundtrack while we're out (blasting the Genitorturers while walking by an Easter Sunday church crowd was fun). I really want to get 8 done so I can move on to After the Burn/AtB, but there are small scenes that will be happening between her winter vacation and the start of the spring semester (which was/is January 2023). I'll have to decide whether they're going to be published in between 'the first season and the second season', or whether I'll keep them for flashbacks in AtB.

This is not to mention the other non-fandom stuff I've got in my notes/partially written. I'd love to improve one of my movie scripts, and I have ideas for a couple of others.

Anyway, TLDR; the 💩 that no one cares about: I know you were j/k, but exploring the F/F sexual dynamic beyond the Nighshades in AB isn't something I feel I need to do (...yet). With ABW and UVCC, I feel like it'd be a very slow burn. I can't slow burn anything besides what I have in the pipeline for AB.

#nice anon #nice anons #anon ask #afterburn wednesday #uvc cairo #satisfying afterburn #under virgin circumstances #so many ideas #writing #writer problems #writer probs #writer probz #preview #it's the weed talking probably #wednesday #wednesday addams #cairo sweet #cairo addams #wednesday sweet #holy crap that was a long meandering post