#and also realized lena probably feels the same way

[cinnamonest]

Lena thank you for the spanking bit, has to be one of fav kinks ever because it just... fits every single yan regardless of who they are??? Kinda like a "universal" thing, just top notch. Do you think we could ever get headcanons for it?

Thank you for this anon, you're absolutely correct it is a top-tier kink

Also I've been wanting to write more about god-era Morax so thank you for the opportunity to do so, I rambled way more about him than the others here sorry lol

As for those who fit the kink best imo I’m going with Childe, Diluc, Ayato and Morax

//major spanking kink material (obviously) but gets kinda bad in severity/intensity, also mentions of hair-pulling, biting, throat fucking, anal, two cocks for Morax again (as always 👌)

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Childe is probably the best one here to end up at the mercy of here for once, for the sake of your poor ass at least.

Not that it isn't still awful and painful — he’s a sadist at heart and just adores making you squeal and cry. What at least makes it comparatively at least bearable is that he tends to use his hand — although that does make it more personable, more humiliating.

He tells you, though, exactly what he intends to do. You're being such a little brat today… come over here…

He doesn't even seem angry, but rather excited. He's all smiley and cooing in a way that feels so utterly humiliating and degrading.

Oh, but please do run. Please, please make it so much more fun for him, run away and try to hide. There's virtually nothing in the world that turns him on as much as either a game of chasing you or hunting you down wherever you're hiding. The fact that you're that scared of getting your ass beaten is kind of cute, actually. Are you that sensitive to pain, or is it more protecting your pride that gives you so much resistance? Not that he's complaining or anything.

He'll even give you a very wide opportunity to run, make sure you have plenty of avenues to do so. His heart rate begins to go up seeing the look of realization in your eyes when you spot an opening to run off, and he'll give you a minute or two of a head start. It doesn't take him long to find you nonetheless, hauling you up over his shoulders and carrying you back to your room with obvious excitement, like a predator dragging squealing, still-living prey back to its den for its inevitable fate.

That being said, doing that will make it worse for you — at that point you probably do deserve a belt at least, you know? Regardless of the instrument of choice though, he keeps you bent over his knee — he can feel your squirming more that way, and he can grind his hard-on into your stomach as you thrash around and squeal. Each strike still lands on bare skin, but rather than having your lower half naked, he likes to sometimes move the hold on your back and grasp at the waistband of your panties instead, jerking them up to wedge between your cheeks, effectively holding you in place and baring your skin at the same time.

He's so mean about it, taunts you that same voice you hate so much—

Aw, are you actually crying? Maybe I'll stop if you beg for something else…

There's no set number or standard of how much you'll be punished for any particular offense, which can be more torturous than anything. At least if you were given a number, you'd know how much more you had to endure. Instead, you just lurch and squeal each time his hand or the leather comes down... you kick your legs and thrash about, to no avail. In fact, you're pretty sure it just makes him hornier, you feel his cock twitch and his breathing grow more ragged the louder you cry out, and his hand on your back forces you down harder.

He’s actually totally shameless about getting off to it, too, so you can’t use that against him.

God, you're so cute when you cry like that... squeal louder for me...

The only real upside is that it's usually abruptly cut off at some point once he's too aroused by it to continue, and needs to just bury himself into your holes. You get slid off his lap onto the couch or bed, barely getting any time to recover — still sniffling and whimpering— before being contorted to whatever position he wants and rammed into without warning… thus for once, him being perpetually horny and having virtually no self-control actually becomes a positive. It still doesn't help, though, that the sex makes his hips smack against your sore ass with each thrust, but crying out about that only makes him go harder.

You know it could be much much worse — he makes sure to remind you that he could easily keep going until you completely break down, but he's so nice and you should be grateful for that — but you're still sore, and it leaves a pinkish-reddish tint under your natural flesh tone — something he likes to point out to you later, groping at your ass and laughing when you jolt at the sting. Your nose wrinkled with your expression of disgust as you jerk your head away from him, and you mutter under your breath.

Bastard...

And then, you squeal and lurch forward as one more harsh smack lands on your backside. You try to ignore the chuckling that follows as your eyes well up with embarrassed tears, and you bury your face beneath the covers of the bed.

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Diluc’s punishments are awful in terms of pain, but thankfully they're over fairly quickly because it's largely an act of momentary fury and irritation, and once he gets that anger out of his system, the punishment will be over, too.

He's still very intimidating about it, and it doesn't help that it's always a sort of spontaneous thing he decides on in the heat of the moment — thus you see the exact moment you know you've crossed a line, but also know (or at least, quickly learn) that there's nothing you can say or do at that point that will get you out of being punished. His eyes narrow and his voice lowers and he tells you to get over here in a voice that makes you feel like your heart just stopped, and your stomach feels as if it twists into a knot when you see the confirmation of your dread when he takes his belt off.

Running is not advisable — it's not like you'll succeed, and you'll just make him more mad. He's rough with how he handles you, dragging you by your clothes and hair over to bed, counter, or the back of a couch, forcing your head down.

How bad any one particular spanking is varies a lot depending on how mad you've succeeded in making him. He's not merciful at all, so he hits with force based on the level of his frustration. Thus, your attitude is important — you can technically commit a lesser offense, but if you keep backtalking and being bratty and fighting it, you'll likely get a worse punishment than you would for a worse offense for which you were apologetic and submitted to punishment easily.

What does change with the severity of your offense is that if what you didn't isn't so bad, you can keep your clothes on, but for particularly egregious transgressions, even in spite of the heat of the moment, unfortunately, he doesn't forget to pull your clothes up or down and off to make sure you're bared first.

He virtually always uses a belt, much to your dismay, and prefers to bend you over various surfaces since he can strike harder that way. It’s painful, you always end up in tears quickly, begging and pleading and spilling apologies for whatever you did, but he never has any mercy on you.

Much like you can’t get out of it to begin with, there’s also nothing you can do that will make it end any sooner than he feels like it. Over and over, grumbling with each strike about how you’re such a brat, how you can’t just behave, how it’s your own fault, until your flesh is reddened and burning badly enough that even when it’s over, all you can do is slump forward and cry.

If he went really hard on you, he might feel a little bad afterwards, getting you a wet cloth to soothe the burn… but he’ll still remind you that you wouldn’t be lying there all shivering and sobbing if you just learned to behave yourself properly.

For him, it’s more of an actual punishment first and foremost and not really an intentionally erotic thing, at first he’s too mad to think much about the eroticism of it… but seeing you lying there sniffling with your butt so heavily marked and welting, admittedly he does quickly get hard… and he’ll get incredibly flustered and embarrassed if you accuse him of getting off to it.

But be careful — push him too much on that matter, and such antagonism might be grounds for a round two on your already-stinging ass.

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Ayato’s punishments are particularly unpleasant, but the thing is that if you're in that situation, you deliberately chose it. Because he's gracious enough that you get a lot of warnings before reaching that point.

If you're being bratty, temperamental, rude, or whatever other behavior he doesn't like, you get a certain look first. The standard half-lidded eyes, unpleased expression, the universal ‘stop that right now’ glare. Maybe a passive aggressive comment if he can slide one into conversation.

If that fails — in other words, if you keep being a brat regardless, deliberately ignoring his warnings — you then get a verbal warning. He'll address you directly if it's just the two of you, but gods forbid you’re digging your own grave by misbehaving in front of others, he waits for a moment where everyone else's attention is on something else before pulling you close in a faux gesture of affection (with a grip harsh enough to ensure you get the message but not enough to alert anyone else in the room to his quiet fury), lowering his voice, whispering directly into your ear.

We’re going to have a talk about your behavior when this is over. Do you understand?

You know by now what a "talk" actually means, and hearing the words makes you stiffen and swallow. Granted, by the time it reaches the point that you've been that bad, you won't escape without at least a few swats, but if you persist, you'll just make it much worse. All you can do is nod your head and wait in dreadful anticipation.

As soon as the company you had leaves, you try to slowly back away, looking for an opening to run, but he has you grabbed by your clothes or hair and is dragging you off before you can even try. The total silence on his end as he drags you over to your room only serves to amplify your dread, and thereby your little whimpering protests.

The primary thing that will make it that much worse is what he uses to punish you, because from the day he brought you home, he anticipated a need for discipline at some point, and thus had a whipping cane custom-made just for you. One of those thin wooden canes designed for no other purpose than infliction of pain and punishment, which he leaves sitting out in your bedroom at all times, making sure it's always within sight as a subtle threat, a reminder of his power over you and that your behaviors have consequences.

He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t get heated, yet somehow that makes it so much worse. He’s perfectly calm as he holds you down on his lap, a hand wrapped into and grasping your clothes on your back to ensure you’re not going anywhere with each sharp pain on your bare skin. He’s very disciplinarian about it, ensuring to emphasize the reason and intention of the punishment itself—

Remember that you had every option of avoiding this. This is only the consequence you deserve. Do you realize that?

You nod and whimper and try to apologize, but it doesn’t make each swat any lighter. He’s rather harsh about the severity too, the degree of pain, duration, number of swats and outright humiliation often feel disproportionate to what is in your opinion a mild offense, although you know better than to voice that thought.

You beg, sure, you cry and whimper and say you'll take any other punishment, but it goes in one ear and out the other, your words have no effect, and while his voice has that characteristic gentleness to it, he's still cold and firm in his reply, if he even gives you one.

You're not getting out of this. Hold still.

He does take care of you afterwards, so lovingly and gently it makes you angry. He reminds you again that it wouldn't have to happen if you behaved, that you have no one but yourself to blame, all while kissing your crying face, holding you close and gently massaging the newly formed welts.

He also likes to make you gauge how many lashes you deserve beforehand, often making the total number a certain multiple of how many times you mouthed off or did something against your rules. And of course, whenever there's a fixed number, he makes you count.

Listening to your voice grow more and more shaky and begin to crack, your speech becoming slurred with sobs and oh, how precious is the sudden panic in your voice when you realize you've lost count. The way you tense and start begging and whimpering when he replies—

I suppose we'll have to start over...

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Morax’s punishments are always by far the worst.

That's largely because there's a maddening element of psychological torment involved. It's slow, drawn out, the dread and anticipation are almost worse than the punishment itself. He actually employs a variety of corporeal punishments, each of which make your stomach churn just to think about, but unfortunately, putting you over his knee and beating your ass until there's a deep red hue to your skin is a personal favorite of his.

What makes his style of discipline so unbearable is that you’ll be punished for literally anything. There is no possible offense, no rule to be broken, that won’t earn corporeal punishment of some kind, most usually on your poor ass. You get a very clear set of rules, rules you’re expected to know and obey from day one. Countless little rules, so many of them meticulous and pointless. Things you must do, things you must not do, and rigid standards for your attitudes and behaviors.

Each and every violation is its own offense — not to mention, things like lying when asked about what you did, objecting to punishments, even talking back or trying to defend yourself when accused count as individual offenses too. Sometimes you don’t even realize you’ve broken a rule until he tells you you’re going to be punished for it, and any protest or whining counts as another offense.

Really, you’re lucky if you can go a few days in a row fully able to sit without any stinging pain, and it’s not uncommon for you to earn back-to-back punishments one day after another. You know for a fact that your record of days in a row without ending up laying in bed, whimpering and crying and clutching your backside in pain is a single digit number.

Sometimes, if it’s severe enough, you’ll get put over his knee right then and there, but he’ll also tally up the small offenses and, at the end of the day, punish you cumulatively for every small offense you’ve made, because he can’t allow even the slightest offense to go unpunished.

It’s not limited to things you do in his presence either, because he has ways of finding out everything you do.

Every day that you can't accompany him, he has an established routine for when he returns. Firstly, of course, you're supposed to greet him when he comes in (any attempts to be petulant by giving him silent treatment or hiding away will result in further punishments), but then, as he sits you down, holds you close, he asks you the same question.

Have you done anything you should not have today?

It's a torturous question.

On one hand, you could have very well been very well-behaved, in which case you can answer honestly with at least some confidence (although even then, part of you hesitates thinking maybe you committed some offense unintentionally).

But when you haven't been well-behaved and you know it — that's what's torturous.

It's a gamble. He asks every single day, so him asking itself is not a dead giveaway that he knows what you did. If he doesn't know — well, you might be able to lie and get away with it. Inversely, how unfortunate would it be if you told him, and it turned out he didn't know, and then you had to suffer when you could have gotten away with it?

On the flip side, if he does know — well, you'll soon be squealing like a stuck pig regardless, but things are much, much worse if you try to lie. You would know — you've taken that gamble a few times now and lost.

He seems to have ways of finding out everything — you only lied when you were absolutely confident, thinking there was no way anyone saw the thing you did, only for your stomach to lurch when you feel the soft stroking against your thigh stop, and are met with a low voice—

…Is that so?

And the tone, the way he says it, you immediately know you've messed up.

Of course, you could hypothetically keep denying it, but entrenching yourself further in a lie is, by that point, the worst decision you could make — you would know, you tried that once and you couldn't sit down normally for over a week. The best thing to do now is to confess… you won’t get any mercy or a lighter punishment, but you’ll avoid the additional punishment you’d get for doing anything else.

But even then, he can’t even give you the decency of forcing your body to bend and getting it over with. It has to be drawn out, torturing you to the greatest degree possible — sometimes, he does this by delaying it, telling you he has something else to do first, leaving you to sit around and wait in anticipation for an hour or more. If an offense is bad enough, one session might not even be enough, and you're told that you'll get another one tomorrow, adding to your dread.

But most of the time, the torment comes from forcing your own participation. He keeps you firmly in his lap, reaching down to grope at the flesh where your butt meets your thighs.

What do you think you deserve to have happen to you?

Another test, a question for which you’ll only receive something worse in addition to whatever will happen already if answered incorrectly. There’s only one right answer—

…Y-you should... punish me...

On the bright side, he’s genuinely pleased once you start learning well enough to know what the right answer is.

You’re stood up, guided over to the drawers, hands firmly on your shoulders to ensure you don’t get any ideas about running. You hate that one drawer, it makes your stomach churn just to look at. He has a damn collection for you— leather straps, whipping canes, paddles with holes in them just to hurt that much more. He tells you to pick one.

That, too, is a test— you know which ones hurt more. You're supposed to gauge what you deserve based on the severity of your offense, and he'll be that much more displeased if you go too lightly on yourself, and will consequently be more forceful, which you do not want. Eventually, you manage to make your choice, biting your lip, pointing with a shaky hand, tensing as his hand runs motions that would be soothing in any other context up and down your thigh, pausing to grasp at the fleshy part of your backside.

Then you're led back— sometimes to face the wall or bend over a counter, but most often he prefers to keep you over his lap. Not that you'll be forced down either— not unless you make that necessary, which of course, you do not want. Unless you want it to be that much worse, you follow the commands— pull your robes up, the waistband of any underwear down, bare your skin (always, no matter how mild the offense), lay down on your stomach, put your hands behind your back so he can grasp your wrists.

And even then, even then you have to be tormented further.

Now, what did you do to deserve this?

You recall to the best of your ability, hoping you didn't forget anything, lest you be accused of trying to be deceitful in hopes of escaping consequences, which will add another tally to the list.

It’s painful. It always is. You've reached a point where your resolve to not cry and squeal is defeated pretty early. You used to try your best not to for the sake of your pride, but you know by now that it will go on long enough that your tears and crying out are inevitable.

He manages to somehow be so stoic and calm and yet somehow so, so cruel about it.

Does it hurt?

Your shoulders quiver with little sobs, you go tense as he gropes and kneads at the raw flesh.

Y-yes, it hurts, it hurts so bad, please no more, please—

You cut off with a high-pitched cry as the stinging pain strikes again. And again. And again. It's always so much, so unfair compared to the weight of whatever you did. That slight pinkish undertone isn't quite satisfying enough either, he never stops until there's a deep, deep red tone to your flesh.

If you've been especially bad, you may have to count… but he actually tends to prefer not giving you a set number. You're more fearful that way, uncertain of how much more you have to endure.

You're certain he gets off on the pain for one thing, the sound of your cries and the way you jolt and squirm, but the humiliation is worse than the pain itself, for you. He knows that, revels in it. He's told you before—

You're such a prideful little thing… that will certainly need to be fixed.

Repetitive subjection to something so inherently humiliating and vulnerable, and being made to break down, any semblance of toughness and dignity being torn away at his hands, is a way of slowly breaking down your pride. You know that, it makes you so angry, but you can't help but let that vulnerability be exposed every time, to act in such a way that ensures he knows how badly it humiliates you.

Your go limp with exhaustion when it finally stops.

What have you learned?

You can barely speak, voice hoarse from the strain of your cries and speech muffled by sniffles and sobs.

I'm sorry… I won't do it again…

And then, he has the audacity to be so, so sweet to you. Looking down at your tear-streaked face, smiling— no, smirking, a belittling, amused expression— leaning down to kiss your forehead.

Poor thing.

Kneading at the sore flesh in spite of how the touch makes you wince. As if it isn't his fault, as if he had any mercy on you the whole time you were begging for it to stop.

It only makes you angrier. More than once now, you've earned a second round for how you reacted to his undeserved kindness. So ungrateful.

It's never a solitary punishment either, always coupled with something else, always something equally humiliating and discomforting, if not painful. You know he gets off to it, because the second punishment is almost always a direct sex act of some kind.

You'll take his cocks down your throat, grabbing your skull and fucking your face without any restraint, forcing you to swallow every last drop of seed, even forcing your head down to lick up whatever you spill off the floor. Your saliva just provides the lube to force you to bed and fuck you until you can't even stand, and all the while his hips bounce off your poor ass, each movement stinging against the sensitive flesh. He'll bite your flesh, unnaturally sharp teeth even piercing you skin, leaving you covered in marks. If he's feeling really, really mean, you don't even get the semblance of pleasure of it ramming into your poor sore, raw pussy— you'll take both cocks into your tight little ass instead, a stretch that makes you squeal and thrash and cry. Your legs kick and you lurch forward, desperate to pull yourself off, but you're jerked back with a growl as he slams into you, completely bottoming out. Eventually, you give in as the stretching pain ebbs away and trying to take whatever pleasure you can from the faint stimulation to spots of pleasure through the walls of flesh. But the act is utterly humiliating nonetheless, your hole left twitching and gaping for hours as cum leaks out and onto your skin. You can't even sit for days, both your poor asshole and backside sore and tender.

Your embarrassment and resentment builds. You loathe him for it, feel so humiliated and angry at yourself and how deeply you dread the punishments that it makes you nauseous.

And thus, in one particular incident, fed up and filled with spite, you made the greatest mistake of your entire time trapped with him— you decided to run, seeing that for once you had an opening to do so.

A stupid choice, really. You don't get far. Not even a full ten steps.

You know immediately that you have severely, sincerely fucked up. The sheer harshness with which you're grabbed, the back of your clothes grasped and twisted with unprecedented force, the draconic growl to his voice that makes your blood run cold.

Oh, dearest, you have no idea how badly you've just stepped out of line.

His other hand latches onto your throat.

You're going to be sleeping on your stomach for quite some time, won't you?

The statement alone makes tears well in your eyes, any bitter pride quickly crushed. You shake your head profusely, start begging for forgiveness, but you know in your heart that it's far too late for that… it still doesn't stop you from whimpering and apologizing as you're dragged back down the hall, no doubt to one of the worst punishments you've endured yet.

#man this was unholy levels of degen even by my content's standards #from what little i know i feel like the two new guys would also fit this so maybe ill add them later

[vox-ex]

morning + enchanted

supercorptober 2023

"you are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out." - Kafka

or Kara and Lena wake up after their first night together as a couple

(featuring the origin story of Gerald the cactus)

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When Lena walked out in the kitchen that morning, there were a few things different about her apartment.

Some more so than others.

The cool air coming in through the open window that she usually left closed.

Noticeable.

The smell of coffee mixed with the undercurrents of tea that she preferred.

Noticeable

Kara leaning against the counter, goofy smile peaking over the rim of her mug.

Very noticeable.

"Hi." Kara's voice was a little sleepy still, a little rough, but gentle, so, so gentle.

Gentle like her hands had been.

Gentle like her lips had been.

Gentle like her heart had been.

Lena walked over and took the mug from her hands, placing it on the counter so she could slip into the space in front of her, letting her hands settle on her waist as she pulled her closer.

Kissing her like they were still tangled in her sheets.

"Morning," Lena whispered against her lips, pressing the words into place with a smile before resting her forehead against Kara's.

""Mmm, Morning." Kara replied, grinning from ear to ear, fingers pressing into the small of her back.

Very, very noticeable.

Lena couldn't help but laugh at Kara's infectious smile.

She placed her hand on Kara's chest, fingers twisting in the fabric of her shirt, teasing the skin underneath as she pulled away.

Kara's smile only grew wider as she leaned in and kissed Lena again, chasing after her.

"I'm going to have to get ready, or else Jess is going to get suspicious when I'm late."

Lena said, breaking the kiss reluctantly.

Kara pouted, but allowed her to slip out of her grasp.

"Jess is already going to be suspicious. You're way too happy for a Thursday meeting with the Board." Kara said with a laugh.

Lena just shrugged and grinned. Taking the cup of tea Kara pushed towards her.

"I think it's you that should be more worried. She's probably going to give you a shovel talk when she figures out we're finally together."

"Okay, one, I'm a little impressed you know what a shovel talk is. Two, I have a plan for that already."

Kara lifted her coffee mug towards the end of the counter.

Lena arched her eyebrow and looked to where she was pointing.

A small cactus sat at the end.

A very not noticeable difference that had gone overlooked among all the others.

"A cactus?"

"A present," Kara said more enthusiastically. "For Jess. To you know, distract her. Maybe buy us a day or two before she realizes there is an Us. And also to you know..."

Kara waved her hand a bit between the cactus and herself, small drops of coffee spilling onto the white countertop.

"You're trying to, what, enchant Jess with a cactus?"

Kara's brow crinkled at the implication of Lena's word choice.

"Enchant sounds a little strong. She likes me...enough....maybe just show her I mean, you no harm."

"By giving her something prickly."

Lena watched her brow furrow even further.

"No, no, it's fuzzy...look at it." Kara walked over to the cactus, leaning down so she was eye level with it. "It's so cute."

Lena smiled and walked over next to her, leaning down to the same level so she could look at the cactus too.

It was cute.

And she didn't have the heart to tell Kara it wasn't actually as 'fuzzy' as it looked.

So she just turned and pressed a kiss into her temple instead.

"Well, I think you're cute."

Lena could feel the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile, her eyebrow raising up with it.

"That's not the word you used last night."

Her cheeks flush at the memory.

Very, very, very noticeable.

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read and follow along on A03 too (see desk and heist for the Gerald 🌵 trilogy )

#supercorptober #supergirl #supercorp #supercorptober2023 #sg prompts #the lore of Gerald the cactus continues #cactus do look fuzzy #sorry had to have a little fun #you just seem to enjoy Gerald so much #try to make it soft still too #a little softness and little gentleness a little silliness

[inkedroplets]

☔️ ??

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have no shortage of concepts that will probably never see the silver light of day.

I have an idea where Lena gets cold feet about using Non Nocere and instead convinces J'onn's brother to wipe her memory of Kara Danvers in exchange for his freedom. He would warn Lena about how dangerous something like that can be, how delicately memories are often entwined but she wouldn't waver. It's the same thing he would tell J'onn when he goes to him to tell him what happened, tells him that Lena passed out from the ordeal. Obviously Kara would be angry and confused, not quite grasping the enormity of what Lena's done, watching over her in the DEO infirmary. She would urge J'onn to reverse it. He's done the same to Alex so surely he can do the same for Lena. It's only when he takes her into Lena's mind to see the damage erasing her memories of Kara has done that she starts to understand. It's not just that she's forgotten but that she doesn't want to remember. Trying to force her to would be dangerous. And forgetting Kara has a domino effect where she forgets every other friend as well. Kara was quite literally her touchstone when it comes to their friend group. But when Lena does wake up, she doesn't know where she is, only that she feels strangely at peace. As if there was something weighing on her that has simply vanished. She also realizes in the coming days that she has no reason for staying in National City, a bit confused as to why she has stayed so long... Basically Lena would return to Metropolis and start to rebuild her life there. But there would be nights where she has dreams that feel real. Dreams where she thinks she's flying, where she wakes up crying. Basically, Lena returns to Metropolis and starts to rebuild her life there all while having the occasional run-in with Supergirl. And Kara knows that she shouldn't talk to Lena, doing so endangers her and lying to her all over again is a pain she would rather not have but when it's the only thing she has... It would be an angst-fest and most likely way too long but I have a few scenes in mind but for now it will remain a fun idea.

#this was the most fun ask from the list

[drunkspacearchivist]

okay now that we’re on hiatus let’s talk about the parallels between the season one mag crew (and beyond) and the season one magp crew

If we take out Lena and Collin (and we’ll get back to them, I swear), we’ve got a gender flipped one for one version of the original Archive crew. I’ve seen a lot of comparisons between Sam and Jon, and also Collin and Jon, but I don’t think either of these are necessarily meant to be narrative parallels.

Let’s remember what the Archives crew was like in season one. Setting aside everything they become, everything that happens to them, remember what they were like at the beginning.

Jon was trying to seem as professional and official as possible. No one (save for Martin) actually looked at him as the boss of the situation, but he really wanted to be. He was trying to project confidence and control, tied to the Institute for an unclear purpose. Season one Jon wasn’t paranoid, wasn’t focused on the greater mystery, but wanted to be very good at his job. It was only at the end of the season that he started to realize that the job he wanted to succeed at wasn’t what he thought at all. That’s the position we left /Gwen/ in over the hiatus. I think that Gwen is meant to be the Jon stand-in, as much as any of them are supposed to be stand-ins for the old crew, and I think we can probably follow a lot of his character growth to make theories tied to where Gwen will end up: pursuing the power until it changes her irrevocably.

My biggest stretch out of the four is tying Celia to Martin, but hear me out. We don’t know much about either of them in the first season, and we still don’t know a lot about Celia. But the little we’ve seen shows that she’s a relatively sweet person, generally rolling with the horrors, and knows more than she lets on. We know that Martin had the potential to belong to the Web, but ended up towards the Lonely instead. I think we’ll see kind of what we could have had with Web!Martin.

Then, of course, we’re down to Sam and Alice. I’ve predicted that they would be our Tim and Sasha since the first episode, but it honestly hurts how much they’re living up to it. Sam, ignoring logic and reason to pursue the greater mystery like how Sasha followed Michael, how Sasha approached the thing in Artifact storage. Alice, who knows more than she lets on, barely hiding her anger and hurt under flirty jokes and jabs at her friends, and so close to her brother. The way that Tim loved Sasha, really loved Sasha, but she didn’t love him in the same way, the way that Sasha changed and Tim didn’t notice until it was too late, the way that Sam has changed and Alice hadn’t noticed until Sam had already left her behind.

Finally getting back to the two I put aside, it’s easy to draw comparisons to Lena and Elias, but they’re also very different. Sure, they’re both creepy bosses with secret power, but I don’t think people acknowledge how… incompetent Lena is? Sure she’s creepy, and vague, and everything she says feels like a thinly veiled threat, but she also is easily blackmailed by Gwen, and failed to kill the only person we’ve heard her attempt to kill. (And yet, Elias made a copy of the tunnel key for Jon, pretended not to believe the worms to suit his own needs. Is it a long con? Or is Lena like the fears, something familiar and yet undefined?)

Now, here’s my biggest thing. A lot of people have compared Colin to Season 2 Jon, but again, I think they’re forgetting what it was like to hear Season 2 for the first time. Jon didn’t know what was going on. He was lost, scared, and confused. He’d started to figure out the evil was real but his hatred was misplaced. Colin recognizes there’s a mystery, and he also seems to have a firmer grasp on the source of the issues. He’s not paranoid, per se, because he’s /right/. The computers are listening, and there probably is something more going on. He’s angry, and scared, but not because he doesn’t know the threat. He’s angry and scared because he does know what’s causing this, but he’s alone in it. His anger and exhaustion are driven by a need for this all to be over, one way or another. He seems to know that there is something evil here, and he doesn’t want to be a part of it. He wants to end it. Collin isn’t Jon. Collin is Melanie.

Now, do I think all of these characters are meant to be foils? No. Do I think we’re supposed to make predictions based on the past? Not really. But I think the parallels are where it’s really going to hit hard in the future

#the magnus protocol #tmagp #character study #long post #kinda rambling but #i love them all #cannot wait for april

[fractualized]

I just read the latest preview for Knight Terrors Joker #2 and the name thing (where characters from the main story are incorporated into the dream) you mentioned also becomes super obvious in it. We even see the old women who was dying of cancer that Joker pretended to be the husband of. This makes me think the sewer rat Joker is the one having the dreams or at the very least Knight Terrors #2 is his and Knight Terrors #1 is the other guy's. The houses of the two settings look a little different, so it might be that they are having two separate nightmares for each Joker. Though you can briefly see Jason Todd in the first issue along with names that the LA Joker probably didn't hear. What are your thoughts?

Oooh, I was waiting to see how the Knight Terror concludes in #2 to figure out if there's a deeper meaning to the real-world names, but I didn't expect them to become even more significant. Interesting, interesting…

(more spoilers below cut)

From looking at the preview, I would say it's definitely Sewer Rat Joker having the dream since all the names are from his storyline. I think the houses may be different not because #2 is a different dream, but because time has passed since Joker sunk into his job, and in that time he got married and had a kid and moved elsewhere. The fact that the wife and kid are both terminal patients from the hospital and ghostly pale like Joker feels significant. Joker built a new life but still feels damaged and dead, and perhaps he doused Lena in acid like he did with Harley because trauma has just been the way he attaches to people… And Albert could be pale for the same reason, if he was adopted, or just by genetics if he's Lena and Joker's.

I'm also thinking the dream-within-a-dream, about Joker acting as Batman, could mean that we'll find that it's not that Batman was somehow resurrected, but that it's been Joker the whole time and he just makes himself forget what he does at night. (Some angry desperate part of him that activates when he's mindlessly watching reality TV, that wants to feel alive again, and puts him in a vigilante fugue state?) But what would that mean for Dream Bruce Wayne, who is also allegedly alive? Is Bruce indeed a separate figure in the dream, or is Joker acting as him too??

And if Sewer Rat Joker is having the dream, does that mean he's the real one? His thought bubbles are showing up in #2 as well, and I realized the Joker who went to LA doesn't have those. Questions, questions…

Also I didn't catch Jason in #1? Enlighten me?

#knight terrors: joker #the man who stopped laughing #joker #spoilers #ask

[purplefangirl42]

Plant Yourself in My Heart

Summary: While doing research at the Jedi Temple, Tech meets someone that makes him realize that he is not alone in his passion for knowledge.

Pairing: Tech/Jedi! OC (Anaj Rotz)

Warnings/Tags: First Meetings, Plant Related Adventures, Mentions of a Bar Fight

A/N: This is the Star Wars half of my follower celebration, which was voted to be the Tech/OC piece by my lovely followers. This takes place within the same fic verse as all the rest of my Star Wars fics, sometime after chapter 8 of Bad Timing. Thank you to @juniper-sunny for beta-reading! Divider by @djarrex.

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“You would think the holonet would have more information on things you should avoid,” Tech grumbled as he scrolled through the limited results his datapad had given him. “It is essential for people to know these things.”

“Most people probably just stay away from the jungle,” Hunter offered, twirling his knife in a circle.

“Can’t say I’m too fond of them myself,” Crosshair said, not looking up from his rifle cleaning project. “Hard to get a good vantage point with all the vines hanging in the way.”

“Especially when you’re hanging from them!” Wrecker shouted from the back of the Marauder.

Crosshair shot a glare towards his larger brother before focusing on his rifle again. Tech threw his datapad onto the co-pilot set in disgust before turning to the control panel in front of him. They were nearly to Coruscant after spending many hours in hyperspace. He needed to get access to a place that would have information on the plant life he was researching. Surely there would be somewhere on Coruscant that would hold the knowledge, or at least someone that could point him in the right direction.

Just as they exited hyperspace, the indicator light on the control panel lit up, telling them they had a message. Tech pressed the button to acknowledge it, starting a hologram of Commander Cody. Hunter sheathed his knife and walked to the front of the cockpit.

“What can we do for you, Commander?” he asked.

“I was calling to let you know that your mission details have been finalized and to see what your ETA was.”

“We have just arrived in the space above Coruscant,” Tech said. “We will begin our landing as soon as we are given clearance.”

“I guess I’ll see you when you arrive then,” Cody said. “See you soon boys.”

The transmission cut off and was replaced by the call for landing clearance from one of the towers near the military port. Tech entered the correct code and then followed the directions he was given to an open hangar. Once the landing cycle was complete, he shut everything down and gathered his datapad off the seat, placing it back in its correct location in his pack.

“Maybe Cody can tell you where to look for that information you need,” Hunter suggested. “We aren’t supposed to leave for our mission until tomorrow, so I’m sure you’ll have time to find it.”

Tech made a humming sound and adjusted his goggles.

“It’s not likely that Cody would know where to find it, but I’ll ask anyway.”

The four of them descended the ramp from the ship and made their way across the hangar. Cody would be waiting for them in the briefing room he had sent his transmission from. When they arrived, they found not only Cody waiting for them, but also General Kenobi.

“Gentlemen,” the Jedi said in greeting. “It’s been a while.

“General,” Hunter said, bowing his head respectfully. “Always a pleasure.”

“Speak for yourself,” Tech heard Crosshair mutter quietly behind him.

Tech glanced over his shoulder, giving Crosshair a warning look. Ever since their mission with General Orim and their chance encounter with her afterwards, Crosshair had been sour towards General Kenobi. He hadn’t offered any explanation other than “I don’t have a good feeling about him”. Tech had a feeling it had to do with how upset Lena had seemed in the hallway that day. She seemed to be the main thing on his brother’s mind as of late.

Crosshair being smitten was unexpected, and his bitterness towards Kenobi even more so.

Tech shook his head in annoyance and focused his attention back on Cody and Kenobi. They were talking to Hunter about the mission they had just completed.

“You won’t be leaving for your next mission until the day after tomorrow. I trust you got the mission brief I sent you?” Cody asked.

Teche grabbed his datapad and held it up, indicating that he had the information.

“There are a few things that will require some research before we depart,” he said. “I understand there is some flora that would be best to avoid, but I could not find sufficient information on it on the holonet.”

Kenobi rubbed his hand over his beard, as if he was thinking deeply about what Tech had said. “There is a rather extensive research division into plantlife at the Jedi temple that may have the information you require,” he said. “I can grant you access to the Temple so you can consult with them.”

Tech was surprised and excited by the General’s offer. Having access to the vast stores of knowledge within the Jedi temple was something that he longed for. There were things compiled there that not even the greatest academies in the galaxy had access to.

“I would greatly appreciate it, General.”

“I will give Cody the clearance codes and have him pass them along to you,” Kenobi said. “I will leave you gentlemen to the rest of your briefing.”

With a final goodbye to the Commander, General Kenobi left the briefing room. Cody turned his full attention to the men before him.

“Since Tech already has the mission brief, I’ll only summarize and add the things that have been added since it was issued. Then, you are free to go until your departure time. Hopefully, you’ll be able to have some fun while you’re here on Coruscant.”

Tech knew that he would enjoy himself at the Temple and he had no doubts his brothers would take the time to visit 79’s for some drinks. 

Later in the afternoon, Tech was ready to head for the Jedi temple. Cody had given him the necessary clearance codes and had made a list of things that he intended to research. As he exited the cockpit and headed for the ramp, Wrecker called out his name.

“Where you goin’? Aren’t you gonna come to 79’s with us?” he asked.

“First of all, it’s the middle of the afternoon. A bit early to be going to a bar. Secondly, as much as I’d love to spend time dragging you back home after you’ve had entirely too much to drink, I have more important things to do.”

“Like what?”

“He’s got research to do, remember?” Hunter cut in.

“Boring!” Wrecker shouted before returning to lifting their helpless GNK droid onto his arm.

Tech rolled his eyes and descended the ramp, Hunter following close behind. Crosshair stood outside, leaning against the side of the Marauder.

“Off on your plant mission?” he asked.

“Unless you would like to be digested by an unknown plant rather than just hanging from one like last time, it is vital that I know what we’re getting into.”

“It’s not my fault I fell into the vines,” Crosshair said, pointing his toothpick at Tech. “The tree branch already wasn’t stable before the herd of whatevers stampeded by.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Cross,” Hunter said before patting Tech on the shoulder. “Enjoy yourself, but don’t get buried too deep. We might need you later.”

“Do try to keep Wrecker from getting into another drinking match with any regs. I know he can drink a lot, but he can still get hungover.”

Hunter let out a soft laugh and shrugged.

“I’ll try my best, but you know what he’s like.”

Tech shook his head as he thought of the mess that he would likely have to deal with in the morning. He walked away from his brothers in the direction of the speeder bikes at the edge of the hangar, stopping when he heard Crosshair call his name. He looked up and saw him walking towards him, looking over his shoulder at Hunter as if to see if he could hear him or not.

“If you see Lena…” he started.

“If I happened to run into a specific Jedi in a giant building full of them, I will be sure to tell her you said hello. The chances of that happening are low, but I will keep it in mind.”

Crosshair scowled at him for a few seconds before turning around and heading back to the Marauder.

He could at least say thank you.

Tech climbed on the speeder bike and started in the direction of the temple, following the instructions he was given to the hangar when he arrived. He proved his clearance codes and flew into an empty spot. As he turned off the bike, his attention was grabbed by the presence of a person he knew across the room.

Apparently the cosmic forces of the universe are aiming to prove me wrong.

Despite only knowing her for a short time, he would recognize the long, orange, striped lekku of Lena’s padawan, Keebo, anywhere. He crossed the hangar in her direction, calling out her name as he approached. She turned at the sound of his voice and gave him a wide smile.

“Tech? What are you doing here?” she asked.

“General Kenobi gave me permission to come speak with the members of the research division about plant life from a planet we are heading to.”

“Oh! I can take you to where you need to go!” she said, gesturing for him to follow her.

Tech and Keebo walked together down the hall, passing many Jedi. Some of them gave him strange looks as he passed, while others simply smiled or bowed their heads in greeting. Keebo talked to him as they walked, asking after the well-being of his brothers and if they had been on any interesting missions lately. 

Tech was pleased that someone actually wanted to talk to him for longer than a minute and listened to him when he spoke. Keebo had been kind to him before, but it was still nice to experience. He could understand why the 394th valued their Jedi COs.

Eventually, they came to a door that consisted mostly of a frosted window. He could see quite a bit of light coming through, which led him to believe they had reached a greenhouse of sorts. Keebo turned to look at him, gesturing toward the door.

“This is where most of the plant study happens. I’m not sure who’s around right now, as things have been a little mixed up with the war, but I’m sure whoever is here would be happy to help you.”

“Thank you, Commander.”

Keebo gave him another wide smile and turned to walk away.

“It was good to see you, Tech!”

Tech turned to face the door, but suddenly remembered his other mission. He quickly turned around again and called out to Keebo. She paused, giving him a questioning head tilt.

“When you see your master, could you pass along a message?”

Keebo smirked at him in response.

“Let me guess, Crosshair says hello?”

Tech felt his eyes widen. He cleared his throat before speaking again.

“How did you know what I was going to say?”

“Lucky guess. I’ll pass along the message,” she said. “I hope you find what you’re looking for in there!”

Tech watched as she walked away, her long lekku swaying behind her. He wondered if she had read his mind and known what he was going to say or if his brother’s infatuation with her master was just that obvious. It must be if Tech had noticed it himself. He shook his head and moved to swipe his hand across the entry pad.

As soon as the door opened, Tech was hit by a blast of warm air. He stepped into the room, allowing the door to slide closed behind him. He found himself in a small entry, which held a few desks with chairs placed haphazardly around them. Datapads and plant pots were scattered over the surfaces of the desks.

Would think Jedi scholars would be a bit more organized.

Tech walked further into the room, his eyes scanning the immediate area for any people that could offer him assistance. He saw another door, this one transparent as the windowed walls around it. The room beyond was a riot of colors and foliage. He crossed the space to open the door, wondering if there was someone in the main greenhouse. As soon as he entered, he heard someone shout.

“Close the door!”

Tech rushed to follow the instructions, stepping through and closing it. Just as he did, a small furry creature appeared in front of him. The top of its head was just below his knees, and it was covered in brown fur. Big black eyes stared up at him as the large ears above them twitched nervously. The creature squeaked at him and flicked its fluffy tail.

“Hello there little one,” Tech said, remaining very still so as to not spook the creature.

With the creature focused on him, it didn’t see the person sneaking up behind it with a net. A woman with dark skin and a head full of braids appeared from the nearby row of plants and scooped up the creature before it could escape again.

“Aha! Got you!” she exclaimed.

The creature squeaked loudly as it thrashed about in the net. The woman that had caught it smiled triumphantly and nodded at Tech.

“Thank you for distracting it so I could capture it.”

“My pleasure,” Tech replied.

“I caught the Bogling!” she yelled to someone else further down the row of plants.

“Oh, thank the Force,” a second feminine voice said. “I was afraid it would eat something it shouldn’t.”

A second woman appeared from behind the plants, a tall Nautolan with purple skin and yellow markings. Some of her long head tendrils were twisted together in front of her, held together with braided bands of red, green, and white that matched a larger one resting above her forehead. As Tech scanned her form with his eyes, his gaze drifted to her feet, which were bare.

“Hello,” she said, causing his gaze to lift back to her face. “I wasn’t aware I had another visitor.”

“I’ll leave you two to your business,” the other woman said. “Sorry about the Bogling. I’ll be sure to talk to Master Cordova about it.”

“See you later, Cere!” the Nautolan woman called after her departing companion.

Once the door closed behind the woman named Cere, she turned to look at him again. Her large dark blue eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him. She extended her hand to him for him to shake, but Tech didn’t return the gesture. She simply shrugged and lowered her hand.

“Welcome to my sanctuary,” she said. “I’m afraid you came in a rare moment of chaos. My name is Anaj. What can I help you with, trooper?”

“My name is Tech. I was given permission by General Kenobi to make use of your vast knowledge of plant life from different planets.”

“What were you hoping to learn about?” she asked.

Tech pulled out his datapad and tapped on the screen. He brought up his previous search results that hadn’t gotten him very far before handing it to Anaj. She took a quick look at the screen before handing it back to him.

“I know exactly what plant you are looking for. They can be quite dangerous and are known for eating unsuspecting victims if they get too close.”

“That is exactly what my squad hopes to avoid. I thought that if I was able to thoroughly research them and the surrounding flora, I could be more prepared.”

“Wise choice,” she said. “I’m afraid that I won’t have much more information for you on the plant itself as they are very difficult to study as they are so dangerous. But I can help you learn what to avoid.”

“That would be sufficient.”

Anaj gestured for him to leave the greenhouse and return to the office space. Once they were back in the cluttered room, she grabbed one of her multitude of datapads and began scrolling through its contents. Once she found what she was looking for, she handed it to him to look at.

“This is what the roots look like. They are usually exposed and rest on the surface of the ground. You would be wise to avoid touching them, as that would alert the plant to your presence.”

“Much like certain vines on Umbara and Felucia,” Tech said as he scanned the information she had shown him.

“Precisely. It is possible the plants could be related,” Anaj said. “From what we’ve gathered, it seems that the plant is not native to some of the planets it has been found on. We think that some spores had been transported from other planets and taken root.”

Tech looked up from the datapad and met her gaze. While her smile remained, he could hear an annoyed tone in her voice.

“I imagine that is not a good thing?”

“The invasion of non-native plant life is never a good thing, no matter the planet. It leads to so many local species dying out as they compete for resources with the invaders. Not to mention the effect it has on animals that come across it…”

Tech watched Anaj’s face as she animatedly talked about the dangers of invasive species, both flora and fauna. The way her nose scrunched up in annoyance as she spoke of the irresponsible actions of the ones that transported the invaders made the corner of his mouth tick up in a half smile. 

“I’m sorry, I’m rambling,” Anaj said, stopping mid tirade. 

“That’s quite alright. You seem to care a great deal for life of all forms.”

The smile she had before returned to her face and she nodded.

“Yes, I do. I have a strong connection to all kinds of life, sentient or not. The Force flows through it all.”

“I’m afraid my experience with the force is limited,” Tech said. Until very recently, the only Jedi I knew personally were General Kenobi and General Shaak Ti.”

Anaj placed her hand on her chest and sighed softly.

“Shaak Ti was my master,” she said. “I don’t get a chance to see her often with her placement on Kamino.”

“She is well respected by everyone on Kamino, I assure you,” Tech said. “She has always been kind to us. Something that you have in common, I see.”

Anaj looked down, a shy giggle escaping her. Tech could see her cheeks darken to a deep shade of purple as she blushed. He felt a light flutter in his stomach at the sight, which he didn’t understand. 

“Do you have any more information that could be useful?” he asked, trying to avoid thinking about the strange feeling.

“I can send you pictures of the plant life that can usually be found in the areas the dangerous ones grow. They like dark shady areas with a lot of tree cover, so those would be your first sign that you may come across them.”

“That would be appreciated.”

Anaj sent him the information, pointing at his screen to a small message that accompanied it.

“I included my comm frequency. If you have any questions about anything plant or animal related that you can’t find on the holonet, you can call me.”

“I will be sure to make use of that should the need arise.”

Tech stood from his seat and returned his datapad to its home in his pack. 

“Thank you for your assistance, Master Jedi.”

Anaj stuck out her hand again for him to shake. This time Tech reciprocated and gently shook her hand. 

“It was nice to meet you, Tech. I hope I see you again some time.”

Tech released her hand and left the room after bidding her farewell. He followed the path he had previously traveled with Keebo until he reached the hangar. Only once he arrived beside his speeder bike did he realize that he had been hoping to visit the library as well while he was in the temple.

Perhaps I can ask Cody to get me permission to use the library another time. It would make sense for me to have access to knowledge that could help us on our missions.

Tech filed that thought away, making a mental note to ask the Commander next time he saw him. He climbed on his bike and flew out of the hangar, heading back to where the Marauder was parked. The sky overhead had turned dark, the city around him full of bright lights. Tech had no doubt that his brothers would be gone when he returned, so he would have the ship to himself.

As he descended towards the hangar bay, he could see no lights coming from the Marauder and the ramp wasn’t extended, which confirmed his suspicions. Just as he landed, his wrist comm beeped, indicating that someone wanted to speak with him.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Can you swing by 79’s?” Hunter’s voice said from his wrist. “We need a pickup.”

Tech lowered the screen on his helmet to check the time. 

“It’s still early. What could have happened so soon?”

“Crosshair…”Hunter started.

Tech sighed, interrupting his brother before he could say anything else.

“Say no more. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Tech hung up on Hunter and climbed off the bike. He made his way over to a bigger speeder that could hold all of his brothers.

“Typical,” he muttered as he took off.

Leave it to Crosshair to start a fight less than an hour into the evening.

Soon enough, he arrived outside the bar to find his brothers waiting for him. Wrecker was holding Crosshair steady as the man in question held a wad of napkins to his bleeding nose.

“What did you do now?” Tech asked. 

Crosshair’s response was muffled by the napkins, prompting Tech to turn to Hunter for a clearer answer. 

“A reg said something rather crude about a short Jedi with a long braid. Crosshair felt it was his duty to get in said reg’s face. When he was told that ‘he had less chance than an ice cube on Mustafar’ when it came to having a shot with someone like her, Crosshair took it personally.”

Tech saw Hunter give Crosshair a look that was half disappointment and half pity. They all knew the reg was right, but no one wanted to say it. 

“Just take us back to the ship,” Hunter said tiredly.

Tech did as he was told, bringing them all home. As he flew he thought about the Jedi he had met. Before, he hadn’t truly understood why Crosshair had been so besotted with Lena, having never experienced something like that himself. As he pictured Anaj’s smile and the way she had talked so passionately about the thing she cared about, he felt like he could possibly understand. 

Even though he hadn’t been around to hear the reg speak the words that had riled Crosshair up so badly, Tech could still hear them in his head. They screamed at him loud and clear.

You would never have a shot with someone like her.

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[thetwelfthcrow]

I'm going to be real. I don't have any respect left for Bianca, and if that makes me a bad person, then so be it.

She's getting opportunities that women who comprehensively outperformed her are not getting. The woman who WON F1 academy, Marta Garcia, has not gotten as much recognition or opportunities as Bianca has. The woman who came runner-up to Marta, Lena Buhler, doesn't even have a confirmed F1 Academy or racing seat for 2024. Yet I'm supposed to feel sorry for Bianca, who instead of taking advantage of the opportunities she has been given, is mocking others and pushing them down to get where she wants to go?

The "autism" tweet isn't the only rude tweet she's liked about Lance being a pay driver and a waste of a seat, btw - I would be willing to bet she saw the ableism part and still liked it because she has some personal vendetta against him specifically without realizing that the majority of drivers in her current team - at least the ones from F1 and IndyCar - had wealthy ass parents who also supported their careers. Both Lando and Oscar have their fathers businesses as some of their primary personal sponsors on their F1 helmets. Yet Bianca targets one F1 driver, repeatedly, at a team she isn't even affiliated with and therefore wouldn't be able to pursue opportunities with, for whatever reason.

I'm all for women in motorsport. Maybe if Bianca buckled down and spent the time she spends liking insulting tweets about others in motorsport, she could actually do well in F1 Academy and work herself into a position where she could race in F1 or IndyCar or whatever. But when she's coming 7th in F1 Academy while her teammate is winning the whole thing, that isn't some case of "wahhh the only reason I'm not in F1 is because of Lance Stroll." Hell, Jess Hawkins is affiliated with the F1 team Lance races for, and Nico already let it slip that she had more competitive F1 testing times than Felipe, yet I've never seen her say a negative or ableist thing about Lance. Yet this is a pattern with Bianca who isn't even affiliated with Aston Martin. If she wants to be mad about people's fathers supporting them to make F1, maybe she should be focusing on Lando and Oscar. If she wants to be mad about people's fathers supporting them to make it in motorsport in general, she's also got Pato and David right there in papaya. She probably really would lose her sponsorship, or at least get a stern talking to by HR, if she treated them the same way she seems to think it's okay to treat Lance though.

It's a bit funny how this whole thing started because she couldn't just ignore and move past some irrelevant nobody calling her "overrated." She shouldn't be dishing unnecessary criticism out so much if she can't handle it herself.

As someone with autism who already frequently deals with ableism and motorsport fans frequently using autism as an insult, I sure as hell am not tolerating it from a driver — man or woman. I don't think actually holding her accountable for once, especially now that her disrespect centered around one driver has turned into straight up ableism, makes me misogynistic, but if it does, then fine. There are a lot of women drivers who are getting better results without this attitude that they are better than others and are owed something (which is a bit rich when you consider that, despite his underperforming versus his teammate, Lance had less positions between he and Fernando in the driver's standings than Bianca had between her and Marta).

woah okay right off the bat: not having any respect for someone by default makes you a bad person yes. it's lowering yourself to someone else's level and that's not really decent if i'm honest. but that's my opinion that's beside anything bianca said/did.

She's getting opportunities that women who comprehensively outperformed her are not getting. The woman who WON F1 academy, Marta Garcia, has not gotten as much recognition or opportunities as Bianca has. The woman who came runner-up to Marta, Lena Buhler, doesn't even have a confirmed F1 Academy or racing seat for 2024. Yet I'm supposed to feel sorry for Bianca, who instead of taking advantage of the opportunities she has been given, is mocking others and pushing them down to get where she wants to go?

i don't know who told you to feel sorry for bianca? i don't know what that refers to. beyond that, i don't really know what to say other than: the F1/motorsport world is unfair. i don't know why mclaren picked bianca over her colleagues ¯_(ツ)_/¯

The "autism" tweet isn't the only rude tweet she's liked about Lance being a pay driver and a waste of a seat, btw - I would be willing to bet she saw the ableism part and still liked it because she has some personal vendetta against him specifically without realizing that the majority of drivers in her current team - at least the ones from F1 and IndyCar - had wealthy ass parents who also supported their careers. Both Lando and Oscar have their fathers businesses as some of their primary personal sponsors on their F1 helmets. Yet Bianca targets one F1 driver, repeatedly, at a team she isn't even affiliated with and therefore wouldn't be able to pursue opportunities with, for whatever reason.

i haven't seen her liking posts against lance repeatedly (i'm also not on twix) but that would be nasty of her. the motorsport world is filled with people with rich parents but having rich parents ≠ being a paid driver. a paid driver, generally, is someone who doesn't belong in F1 talent wise but does have a seat. having rich parents but also having enough talent makes you not a pay driver. i'm not sure if i'm explaining the nuance correctly here. but in my opinion, lando and oscar may have rich parents but make up for it in talent to not be pay drivers. i don't follow lance enough to know (or care) if he's one of either.

besides all of this: targeting one driver in particular is and will always be very fucking nasty and she should get some PR people meddle with her social media usage.

I'm all for women in motorsport. Maybe if Bianca buckled down and spent the time she spends liking insulting tweets about others in motorsport, she could actually do well in F1 Academy and work herself into a position where she could race in F1 or IndyCar or whatever. But when she's coming 7th in F1 Academy while her teammate is winning the whole thing, that isn't some case of "wahhh the only reason I'm not in F1 is because of Lance Stroll." Hell, Jess Hawkins is affiliated with the F1 team Lance races for, and Nico already let it slip that she had more competitive F1 testing times than Felipe, yet I've never seen her say a negative or ableist thing about Lance. Yet this is a pattern with Bianca who isn't even affiliated with Aston Martin. If she wants to be mad about people's fathers supporting them to make F1, maybe she should be focusing on Lando and Oscar. If she wants to be mad about people's fathers supporting them to make it in motorsport in general, she's also got Pato and David right there in papaya. She probably really would lose her sponsorship, or at least get a stern talking to by HR, if she treated them the same way she seems to think it's okay to treat Lance though.

okay but for some nuance: it's the off season so she can do what she wants without it (negatively) affecting her performance. and two, she did finish higher than fellow prema driver Chong. i haven't watched f1 academy this past season so i don't know how it went, but she's in between her two teammates. so it seems she's doing okay. and she is development driver of mclaren, so they must've seen something in her that's good enough to pick her over her fellow f1 academy drivers.

not about bianca in particular, but getting into F1 (i don't know anything about indycar) as a woman isn't easy and she's got just about the most she can, which is her current role at mclaren.

her getting or not getting opportunities that she's gotten thus far are separate from her tweet-liking behaviour. yes, it's bad, yes she shouldn't have, yes it's nice to see Jess is a normal person who doesn't do this, but bianca is in a similar role (right?) as jess.

she should get a stern pr talking to, yes. but she's also an 18 year old girl who's allowed to make mistakes and learn from them. this is one (according to you repetitive) mistake she needs to learn from, she needs Pr-people to tell her to Not do this, regardless of whether or not she holds this opinion.

It's a bit funny how this whole thing started because she couldn't just ignore and move past some irrelevant nobody calling her "overrated." She shouldn't be dishing unnecessary criticism out so much if she can't handle it herself.

well. from what i'd see, is that she liked a post where someone supported here. she should not have liked this tweet in particular! she should not have liked a post that calls lance stroll 'autism stroll'! but i get the sentiment of liking a post in which someone shows their support. this wasn't the one tho!

As someone with autism who already frequently deals with ableism and motorsport fans frequently using autism as an insult, I sure as hell am not tolerating it from a driver — man or woman. I don't think actually holding her accountable for once, especially now that her disrespect centered around one driver has turned into straight up ableism, makes me misogynistic, but if it does, then fine. There are a lot of women drivers who are getting better results without this attitude that they are better than others and are owed something (which is a bit rich when you consider that, despite his underperforming versus his teammate, Lance had less positions between he and Fernando in the driver's standings than Bianca had between her and Marta).

i understand your sentiment here, yes. it's fine to not want to support her when she's liked a post with this! that's your personal choice.

for me, again, i see it as a mistake she's yet to learn the consequences and depth of what this means. since f1 academy and her role at mclaren, she's gotten this new magnifying glass on her she's likely not had before, so she's gotta get used to what this all entails. she's eighteen. this is bad, but she's also so young and she's got to learn this. it is wrong, yes! but she's not irredeemable for this.

it doesn't make you misogynistic geez. you dislike one woman, not because of her gender. breathe in breathe out, please! maybe, if it's getting to you so much, take a step back from the internet.

i've just thrown in some of my two cents. i'm also a bit tired and didn't reread what i said so i hope it makes sense. anyway my take is: she's young, this is bad, she needs someone to tell her Not To Do This, she needs to apologise and show that she's not ableist, and then we're back to 0 and she should be fine. but that's me, believing that humans can make mistakes, can hold wrong opinions without realising it, and that everyone deserves another chance.

#zhalia's lil' answer chat #Anonymous #discourse #ableism mention #discourse: bianca #i hope venting helped get this off your chest tho! #my inbox is always open for people to vent even if i disagree w u :)!

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The Youths want to know what f/f couples you would put in a March Madness-esque bracket. It is specifically couples not individuals, there is a similar Yaoi bracket going on right now. Competitors do not have to be anime thats just what its called, and they do not need to be canon either. You can have multiple competitors from the same fandom but try to keep it balanced

Boy am I the wrong person to bring this question to ahaha. I am the MARIANAS TRENCH of yuri couples. I love VERY DEEPLY, but not broadly. I don’t skip around in my interests and my ships! There are only a handful of f/f couples, of couples at all, really, that I would say I care about in any meaningful way. Even properties I really enjoy, a lot of the time, it isn’t about the lesbian pairing for me. That’s why I often ask if people want me to watch a show because it is TRULY GOOD, or because lesbians appear. I’m an old married lesbian. I have a fair amount of married lesbian friends. I enjoy having them! I don’t need to go to fiction to find the reality that lesbians can exist and have relationships. 

BUT, if we are setting up this bracket. 

Harumichi will win every time. 

Because if I’m taking this as i understand it, it’s not about how I feel about any individual character in a couple, but how I feel about the couple as its own character, how their romantic relationship moves in its own way and affects them both and the people around them in its own way. For me, harumichi is the slam dunk for that. I am very very fond of Reinako, but I think of rei and Minako as two interesting and independent people hwo happen to end up together and if they didn’t, well, that would also be fine. I love them as a couple but it doesn’t feel like its own force of nature for me the way harumichi does. In the same way i adore Lena, she is one of favorite characters of all time, but she is essentially fully formed when she and emily get together and while they make each other happy and their relationship is lovely in the light of all that, and I enjoy writing it, it’s not the same. 

I would probably place Pharah/Mercy in my slot two, but it’s mostly being carried by the fact that I think of Fareeha as being a huge mess in her very own way before she meets Angela, and even then it’s not just Angela’s love that changes her and moves her, it’s the family and camaraderie and very real love she finds within the new OW she helps create. It’s her CHOOSING to be better, as well, and I won’t take that from her and give it all to Angela. (While I absolutely WILL take that from Ms. Michiru Kaioh.) 

Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, the best I could come up with would be an elite eight: 

harumichi

pharah/mercy

reinako

lena/emily

lena/amelie (mostly for the horrific potential) 

Okay i realize that is five, but as I sit here thinking about it…as far as relationships run this is the small handful that I really feel in my bones. There are relationships I really do like and often include, and very much consider my canon (Seiya/Usagi, Hana/Brigitte) and there are relatkionships I am fine with and am happy enough to include but its whatever (Makoami, Amelie/Sombra) but only a very small handful would I say belong on a greatest list in my heart at all. 

Also, I’m not an ANTI-romance writer by any stretch of the imagination, but I wouldn’t say it’s a focus of what I write, either. I love to write romantic relationships! I think they are great, this is not at all me going “why can’t anyone write about friendshiiiiiiip??” i just in fact, do that. Because I love how Mina and Mcihiru chip away at each other as much as I love how Michiru would die, or kill, whichever is fine, for Haruka. I love that Angela teaches Fareeha that there is safety in love but I also want to see that reflected in the ways she and Lena play off each other. I think Haruka’s death is a tragedy for Mina as much as it is for Michiru. I think Lena’s great love for Winston is as moving as hers for Emily. 

I’m more interested the art that people are in the reflections of all the people who love them. We are all kaleidoscopes, and one mirror can’t make that. 

So i’m just not the right person to ask about all this. 

But, you may say, Holligay you are way fucking overthinking this, all I meant was if you had any perspective as an old as to the couples you’d put on a fucking bracket for other people jesus Christ why is everything a fucking Annie Dillard essay with you. Okay, fair. 

For the sake of brevity let’s call it a sweet sixteen, knowing that this is colored by my age and my exposure. These aren’t listed in any kind of order and it should be noted that plenty of these are couples I don’t like particularly or don’t care about, just what I think might rightly BE on a best of list. 

Harumichi

Xena/Gabrielle

Willow/Whatever the name of her girlfriend is, I can’t remember

Utena/Anthy

Catra/Adora

Cagney/Lacey

Korra/the other one, you who know who I mean

Lena/Kara

Harley/Ivy 

Eve/Villanelle

Ruby/Sapphire

Did people ship Elphaba and Glinda? I feel like they MUST have. Though I just googled Elphaba slashfic and it was inconclusive. The kids today don’t say slashfic, do they? I’m old

Pharah/Mercy

Bette/Tina

Santana/Brittany

Me/A bowl of soup

I don’t know who would reign triumphant, it would depend on how we were voting. I mean if I put it on tumblr it would be one of the contemporary couples like Korra and whoever she is, but I don’t know that I think that’s fair to the sheer historical value of, say, Xena and Gabrielle, or even, though Glee became a joke, the way Santana and Brittany were at the time. It’s hard to evaluate things that bridge something like what, forty years on this list? But this is what I would put it out as, if I had to do it right now, gun to my head

#This was not as good as the original answer but please be kind and tell me it was worth it

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Live With Me - Chapter 2

Summary:

When a pipe bursts in Kara's apartment she is forced to move into her girlfriend of only a month's apartment temporarily but things take a turn when Kara and Lena realize that something more sinister may be at play.

Read Live With Me on Ao3 here!

Jess follows Kara around the store morosely. The cart squeaks with each corner they take, and with each item that is tossed inside the cart, Jess takes a deep breath to prevent herself from getting diabetes just by looking at what Kara is picking up. She definitely shouldn’t criticize her boss’ partner’s snack choices.

“Kara, are you sure we need this many snacks?” Jess imagines that this is what she would feel like if she was the mom of a very stubborn toddler.

Kara stops when she hears Jess’ question and evaluates the amount of food in the cart. They may have grabbed more than just a little bit of cheese.

“Oops. We should probably go check out before I buy the whole store.”

Jess gives her a look that says, you think?

Kara can sense that Jess is in a bad mood and works to begin rectifying that. “Can I get you something in particular?”

“No thank you, Kara.”

Well, that didn’t work. “Do you have any plans for the weekend?”

“Not really.”

This is not easy. Well, if she can’t get on her good side, she can at least badger her for advice. “Do you think Lena actually has a problem with me moving in but doesn’t want to say it?”

For the first time since they left the penthouse, Jess actually takes more than just a glance at Kara. She isn’t really sure how the other woman’s brain works for her to go from awkward small talk to deep, personal questions. “What makes you ask?”

Kara begins to fidget, picking at the skin around her nails nervously. “I guess I’m just worried that she is only letting me stay out of pity and that I’m just sort of��” She struggles to find the right words. “…encroaching on her space and she is too nice to just tell me to go find somewhere else to go quickly.”

Jess stops the cart. She is far too tired to be dealing with this, but Lena is a dear friend and if that means she has to reassure her golden retriever girlfriend then that is what she will do.

“Honestly Kara, I don’t think that it is an issue at all.” She watches Kara look up at her hopefully. She is pretty cute, she can see why Lena likes her, when she’s not talking at least. “Lena has only ever let one person have unrestricted access to her and that is you. She has always told me that if she has visitors I have to come in with an excuse to end the visit after forty-five minutes because she can’t tolerate it for longer than that, but she told me not to do that with you.”

Kara scrunches her nose slightly. “I’ll have to talk to her about that forty-five-minute thing.”

“What I’m trying to say is that you are the only person she not only tolerates being around her for long periods of time but also enjoys being around.” Jess smiles at her softly when Kara ducks her head as her cheeks flush.

“Thanks, Jess, that really helped me feel better. I guess I will just talk to Lena about it anyway to make sure we are on the same page still.”

Jess carries on walking, “she once told me social interactions make her feel drained but after your visits, she is always ten times happier than she was before. You don’t drain her, you make her feel invigorated.”

Kara smiles brightly and is about to respond when she sees something out of the corner of her eye.

There is a camera poking out around the corner of the aisle, pointing right at her. She takes a second to understand what she is looking at and when she does she taps Jess’ arm and points at it. When she does it is clear that the owner of the camera knows they just got made because they whip it back around the corner quickly.

She follows it, heading over to where she saw it. Jess stays right beside her.

“Did you see that too?”

“Yep, is it a good idea to go after it?”

They keep on moving, reaching the end of the aisle and looking both ways. They see a man dressed in all black with a baseball cap on and a camera in hand duck into another aisle a little ways ahead of them, glancing back over his shoulder with wide eyes when he sees them coming after him.

“Probably not, so we won’t tell Lena that we did.”

“Deal.” Jess agrees.

They ditch the cart, they can always come back for it in a few minutes after all. They turn their heads as they pass each aisle, looking for the one the cameraman turned down. There is no way he isn’t shady because you don’t run unless you’re doing something bad.

They reach the end of the store and the last aisle and find it empty, so they head back the other way, still searching for the man but alas, he appears to have escaped.

“Can we both agree that dude was definitely up to something bad?” Kara scratches her head in confusion at the scene that just occurred.

Jess looks equally perplexed, that is a new one for her. “Yeah, let’s just go get the cart and check out. I don’t want to stay any longer than I have to with a psycho on the loose.”

That’s a sentiment Kara is one hundred percent on board with. “Ok, let’s go.”

They immediately head back to where they left the cart, still swivelling their heads down each aisle as they pass it but not expecting to see him. He’s long gone.

Within a couple of minutes, they are back at the cart but something strange catches their eyes. It has been messed with. The snacks have obviously been rearranged into an order where everything is clearly visible.

“Oh god, that’s super creepy.” Jess doesn’t even want to touch the cart now. “I think he came back and took a picture of what was in the cart. He was certainly taking a picture of you. I have no doubts about it now.”

Kara stands wide-eyed, looking between the cart and Jess frantically. “Me? He could be after you.”

“You’re the weird one, it’s unquestionably you.” Jess is absolutely convinced, she is relatively normal whereas Kara is more…eccentric.

Kara pushes the cart away from them. “I’m not taking that now, let’s just go back.”

“That’s for the best, he might have put a tracker in your Oreos or something.” They make their way out of the grocery store, their eyes looking out for anything odd.

“Don’t say that!”

-

The door is pushed open quickly and locked behind them. Jess and Kara share a look of relief at being back before heading into the living room.

“Hey guys, you took longer than I thought you would. Where’s the charcuterie board?” Alex smiles up at them from the couch.

Kara sits next to Lena, acknowledging their other friends now that they have arrived. Nia and Brainy are sitting together on the couch and Winn and James are on the floor in front of the coffee table.

“We were…um…just trying to find one, they didn’t have one, so we just came back. Right, Jess?” She shoots her a pointed look. She doesn’t want to worry everyone and would rather just tell Lena and Alex in private.

Jess sits next to Alex. “Yeah, I convinced her not to just fill the cart with garbage instead.”

“Oreos are not garbage.”

“I beg to differ.”

Kara turns to Lena, who looks a little worried. “I’m never going grocery shopping with Jess again.”

Jess calls from the other side of the room. “Good.”

The others are looking between the two like they are watching a verbal table tennis match.

Alex lets out a long drawn-out “right.”

She takes a sip of her drink and prepares the game Jess picked out earlier. Monopoly is going to get everyone tearing each other to pieces very quickly so it should be fun to watch at least, if not to play.

They jump right in, Kara and Jess exchanging a look every now and again that Lena pretends that she doesn’t see and that it doesn’t bother her until Kara excuses herself to get a drink and asks Lena to help her.

They reach the kitchen in record time and Lena leans into Kara. “What’s going on? I can tell that something is happening, and you don’t want to tell me for some reason.”

Kara holds her hands out. “I know, you know. I just wanted to wait until we could get away from the others.”

Lena takes Kara’s hands in hers, angling their bodies away from their friends as they keep on playing, ignoring them since they went bankrupt a while ago. “Did something happen at the store?”

“There was a guy trying to take pictures of us and when we spotted him he made a break for it. All I could see was that he was wearing all black and had a baseball cap on.”

Lena gasps, immediately checking Kara over to make sure there isn’t so much as a single hair out of place. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt?”

“No, nothing like that but we checked the store after to see if we could see him but couldn’t find him and when we got back to our cart it had been messed with.” Kara tries to reassure Lena that she is alright, rubbing her forearms soothingly.

Lena scrunches her eyebrows in confusion. “Messed with in what way?”

“Like it had been laid out so he could take a picture of what was inside. We left it there in case he did anything else to it.”

Lena brings her hand to her head, raking her fingers through it from the stress. This fully confirms what Alex had theorized earlier. Someone is after Kara. She goes to answer but they are interrupted by James.

“Hey ladies, what are you doing hiding over here?” He comes up behind them, placing an arm over each of their shoulders.

Lena immediately shrugs it off, so he puts a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “Well, I never.”

“We’re avoiding you, can’t you tell?” Kara laughs, her smile wide but ingenuine. Lena can tell she is still shaken from what happened but is putting on a brave face for the sake of the group. James takes it all at face value.

“Alright, I can see where I’m not wanted.” He turns away dramatically, sauntering off but shooting them a smile over his shoulder to show he was only kidding.

Lena wants to find out more about what happened, but Kara is already pouring them more drinks and dragging her back over to the others by her hand, this time dropping them down next to Jess and Alex.

Kara is directly next to Jess and whispers to her. “I told Lena, did you tell Alex?”

“Yes, I’m really glad that’s what that strange wide-eyed eyebrow raise you gave me meant, it was very baffling to decipher.” Jess elbows Alex lightly to get her to join the conversation.

“Kara Danvers, you are never allowed outside ever again, do you hear me?” Alex points a finger at her and she looks to Lena for help but instead, she gets betrayed.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m ready to keep you hostage in here with me forever. At least I know you are safe here because of how much security I have downstairs.” Lena keeps a tight grip of her hand on kara’s thigh.

It is a clear sign that Lena is feeling scared and stressed about the situation and that fact alone makes Kara feel bad, despite knowing that it isn’t totally her fault, but Kara does enjoy the feeling of Lena’s hand nevertheless as it helps to keep her grounded and calm.

Kara sulks back into the couch. “At least I can add this to my article.”

Lena, Alex and Jess all look at her like she has two heads.

Alex jams her elbow into her ribs. “Want to fill us in on that?”

Kara sends her a puzzled stare. “What?”

“The article, dummy. Do you think it’s related?”

“Oh!” It clicks in Kara’s mind. Today has been stressful so she has a reason to be a little off. “It’s about a new deal made between Maxwell Lord and the government. According to a few inside sources, they are working together to use prisoners for human testing for his science projects.”

Lena scoffs, disgusted. “I’m going to guess that they aren’t about to give the prisoners a choice in the matter based on the fact that the government is hiding the deal? That’s morally reprehensible.”

Kara points at her. “Gold star for Lena. I talked to a few past employees, and it has all been building up for the past few years. They are planning on opening a new prison designed with a science lab and only transfer prisoners with life sentences there that have never had any previous visitors and familial contact, so they don’t get exposed by their relatives.”

Jess shakes her head, visibly outraged. “That’s sick.”

“I know, that’s why I was doing an article to expose them, but someone must have reported back to Maxwell Lord that I was planning on outing his plan.”

The other three women sink back into the couch too, joining Kara in her sulking.

“I don’t think it was any of my sources, I didn’t get a read on any of them that would suggest that they were still working for Lord, and I like to think I’m pretty good at deciphering people,” Kara says with an even tone.

Alex leans back forward again. “So, the only other people that knew about the article would be your co-workers at CatCo. That gives us a place to start looking.”

Before they could ask her what she is looking for they get interrupted by Nia whooping across the room, having won the game. “I win! Come on guys, you can gossip later, I want to do Pictionary next!”

They join the others, putting on fake smiles. Lena leans over and whispers into Alex and Jess’ ears. “If Maxwell is working with the government then this is going to be really bad, I’m going to need both of you to help me if we are going to stand a chance at keeping Kara safe.”

They nod quickly in agreeance before they are rapidly dragged into a competitive game of Pictionary. 

-

Lena sits on the couch, slouching back into the cushions. Kara is snuggled under her arm, head resting against her chest as she holds her close.

Reruns of an old sitcom they’ve watched a bunch of times murmurs on in the background, but their eyes are already half closed as they enjoy the quiet closeness of their snuggling.

Lena turns her head to press a kiss to Kara’s forehead. “If you think that you’re ever going to be let out of my sight again then you’re wrong.”

A tired chuckle escapes Kara’s lips. “I’ll keep that in mind but unfortunately, I will have to leave for work tomorrow.”

Lena’s face takes on a guilty expression. “Actually…”

Kara turns her head so she can see Lena’s face. “What have you done? Why do you look guilty?”

“…I may have contacted Cat and had you approved to work from home.” Lena avoids eye contact, afraid that Kara will be angry.

Kara looks at her without saying a word, waiting for her to look back at her. It takes a few seconds, but she does eventually sneak a glance. “Well, you’ve saved me a job, I was going to do that myself, but I still have to go in and get some of my files. You’re welcome to come with me though.”

Lena lets out a relieved sigh that Kara can’t help but find adorable. “Of course, I’m going to come with you.”

“Good.” Kara mumbles, already burying herself back into Lena’s comforting grasp. Another kiss is dropped on her head then she feels the pressure of Lena’s head resting atop her own.

“Good.”

-

They step out of the elevator together, ignoring the questioning glances they receive as they enter the bullpen. Lena keeps a steadying hand on the small of Kara’s back as they walk.

As they are about to head to Kara’s office, they are summoned with a sharp snap of lithe fingers.

They redirect their steps to enter Cat Grant’s office instead, a little bit off-put by the number of eyes watching them through the glass walls.

Cat must sense it because one stern look and the clearing of the throat send all of the heads in the bullpen swivelling in the opposite direction. “Hello, ladies. Based on our previous communications, I was under the impression that I wouldn’t be seeing you any time soon.”

Cat delicately perches on one couch and offers a hand to the other, directing them to sit. They do so with haste, wanting to be out of there and back to the safety of the apartment as soon as possible, especially since it looks like there is a rat within CatCo.

Kara answers first. “Yes, I was planning on sorting my work-from-home status with you myself today as I need to grab some of my files for my articles however it was brought to my attention that it was already handled.” She side-eyes Lena, a little amused.

“Understandable, however, you have been taken off all of your previous articles and I will personally assign you new ones,” Cat says so casually that Kara doesn’t know whether or not her anger is founded.

She stutters for a second. “Y-you can’t do that! Those are my pieces, I already started on them, and I have done all of the legwork.”

Lena can sense the building rage and presses a hand to her arm to try and calm her. “Cat, do you really feel that this is necessary at this time?”

Cat nods resolutely. “I think the pair of you have known me for long enough to know that I don’t do anything without a purpose. In this particular case, that purpose is to keep my star journalist safe.”

Kara furrows her brows, trying to come up with an appropriate response. “With all due respect, Ms Grant, I believe that should be left up to me.”

Both Cat and Lena are taken aback by the stern tone from Kara, she has never been one to stand up to Cat. Cat, herself, takes the time to come up with a response, staring Kara down as if she is reading her soul.

“I disagree. I am under no illusion that you are being targeted based off an article you are writing and that there is a CatCo employee spilling information on you left and right. The only way to take you out of the equation and keep you safe is to make it very obvious that you are having nothing to do with the article.”

Lena nudges Kara’s shoulder as though she can literally knock some sense into her. “She’s right, darling. It’s the best way to keep you safe in this instance.”

“Who would take over the article on Lord? It’s too important of a piece to scrap altogether.” Kara rakes a hand through her hair and Lena catches in between her own as it comes back down.

Cat nods at the question in approval, happy that Kara seems to be at least thinking it through instead of arguing blindly. “I will personally be taking over the investigation and article as a whole.”

“That’s absolutely not happening…” She trails off and the women allow her a few seconds to finish her thought before she continues. “I’m giving you a counteroffer. We work on it together or you take over and I keep doing what I’m already doing but without your approval.”

The only movement from Cat is the stiffening of her upper lip and the scraping of her heel against the carpeted floor. As much as Lena wants to intervene and make Kara give up the article for her own sake, she knows her girlfriend and she knows that this isn’t something she can let go of so all she can do is support her in her decisions and see how it all plays out.

Kara grows increasingly unsure of herself the longer Cat stares at her. She evaluates every twitch of her face just as she had trained herself to do when she was her assistant, but it seems that she has lost her touch because she can’t read her at all.

Cat finally takes an overexaggerated breath before she speaks with a hint of sharpness in her tone, showing that she means business. “I accept your counteroffer, but I am in charge, if I tell you to do something, you do it. If I tell you to run and hide then you do it. If I tell you to jump, you ask how high. Got it?”

Kara beams a smile that juxtaposes the atmosphere of the room. “Got it.”

She reaches out her hand for a handshake. Cat sneers at her hand but shakes it nonetheless although she does wipe her hand down her own pant leg afterwards as if it is now covered in a thick layer of muck and grime.

“Awesome, I’ll go get the files, I’ll be back in a minute.” She jumps to her feet, smiling at the two women before making a beeline to the door. “Keep each other company!”

Lena and Cat share a look.

“Ms Luthor sometimes I really do wonder what you see in her and other times I want to steal her from you.”

Lena smiles at her wryly. “You couldn’t handle her if you tried, Grant.”

Cat smirks back. “But boy would I try.”

She earns a glare in response but doesn’t get the chance to respond as Kara rushes back into the office. “The file is gone, and my office has been torn apart!”

That has the two CEOs on their feet in seconds and marching their way to Kara’s office. They peek their heads around the door to find that Kara was most definitely underplaying it. Her office isn’t just torn apart, it is practically destroyed.

Her desk is completely broken where they have pried the locked drawers open, and every single piece of paper has been either shredded or had water poured all over it so it’s unreadable.

Kara sneaks past them and into the office. She picks through the soggy papier-mâché on the floor and pulls out her picture frame. The glass is shattered but the picture is still mostly intact.

She holds it to her chest and squelches back over the paper to the doorway. “I already checked and the file on Maxwell Lord is gone, the rest must have just been to try and throw us off the scent that they didn’t want us to know about that specific case.”

Cat’s eyes scour the room, always a journalist at heart, searching for clues. “Is there anything else missing?”

“Not that I can tell but I haven’t gone through the rest of my stuff, I just checked for the file.” Kara shrugs and takes Lena’s hand.

Cat walks away back to her office, snapping her fingers to show that she wants the women to follow her.

“I want you to spend the afternoon figuring out if anything else is missing and in the meantime, I will get in contact with your sources and see if we can get another copy of the file you had. Lena, please go find Kara’s dwarf friend in IT and get him to find any footage he can from the last few days showing anyone in or around the office.”

Lena turns to do as she’s told but is stopped by Kara’s hand on her wrist. “I already have the file.”

Cat tilts her head in more of a dog-like fashion than her namesake but raises her eyebrow in a silent question.

Kara pulls the photograph of herself and Lena out of the frame and hands it to Lena, who takes it with a fond smile as she recognises the picture from their first date. It is of them huddled up together in front of a dinosaur skeleton from the National City Museum and staring at each other with beaming smiles.

She pries the frame apart and reveals a small USB from within the wood, holding it up triumphantly once she has it completely free. “This story was too important to lose the data so I made backups, I had one at my loft too but can’t check if it’s still there since I haven’t been able to get in the  building since the night it happened.”

Lena turns to Kara, concerned. “If this article is that important that you had hidden copies of your files hidden then why didn’t you suspect anything when the pipe burst?”

Kara looks a little guilty. “I didn’t want to worry you and I was also kind of hoping that it was just bad timing. It’s also why I’m not sure if staying with you is a good idea, I don’t want you to get dragged into anything because of me.”

Cat interrupts. “That’s out of the question. The two most heavily guarded apartment buildings in National City are my own and your girlfriend’s so that’s where you will be staying. Despite how I have treated you over the years, Kara, I do hold a certain fondness for you.”

Uncertainty clouds Kara’s expression for a minute and she moves away from Lena for a second to grab Cat into a hug before she has the chance to push her away.

She ends the hug after a few seconds and Cat pats her clothes down. “Well, that’s enough of that. Get to work.”

Lena takes her hand again as they leave Cat’s office, and they make their way to Winn’s desk together. He looks up at them with surprise when they appear beside him. “Hey guys, what can I do for you?”

“Someone broke into both my loft and my office to destroy evidence for a story I was writing.”

He looks completely and utterly bewildered by the blunt response.

Lena takes pity on him. “Can you hack into any cameras from the day before yesterday around Kara’s loft and review any CatCo security tapes since that time around the area of Kara’s office please?”

He nods rapidly and sets to typing quickly on his computer. “I will text you when I have anything.”

They stood there for another few seconds before concluding that he was dismissing them, so they head back to the mess of an office, grabbing some empty cardboard boxes and cleaning supplies on the way.

Lena enters first and maps out how they should organize. “The water was poured over the top after the paper was shredded and the shredded paper was purposefully drenched so whatever was on it, they don’t want us reading it.”

Kara takes a closer gander. “I can see a page number on that one piece so jokes on them I suppose.”

“How does a page number help us?” Lena queries, peeking over her shoulder at the number. Two hundred and thirty-four.

“Because, my love, I only had one other file that had enough pages to go up to the two hundred mark and that was one where I had documented as many staff member profiles from Lord Industries as I could find. Nobody even knew I made that since I did that the day of the flooding and never told anyone.”

Lena takes a deep sigh and drags Kara into a deep hug. “This is getting more dangerous the more we find out, I might have to change the rules from never having you out of my sight to never having you out of my arms.”

“I could be persuaded to go along with that.”

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Lena ties up the last trash bag with a tight knot. They couldn’t find much in the office that wasn’t completely ruined so they only have one small box of things to look through whilst they have several bags to dispose of, all full of work papers and Kara’s own personal effects.

She can see the sadness in Kara’s eyes as she has to lose more of her things, but not once does she complain, she simply gets on with the task at hand and moves on.

Kara is currently standing over the now dry desk and is trying to piece together the remains of the papers that haven’t been completely soaked through. “Hey, Lena?”

“Yeah, darling?” Lena looks up at her from where she is crouched on the floor, doubled checking that they have cleared everything up.

“I’ve been trying to think who would know about the employee files and I think that the only people that would know are people that I trust.”

Lena stands and leans against the desk, trying to understand the point that Kara is trying to make. “I thought you said that you didn’t tell anyone.”

“I didn’t but there are very few people that could walk into my office without being suspicious, even the janitor doesn’t come in here without me present.” Kara lets herself fall into her office chair, face scrunching as her butt lands right into a forgotten pool of water.

Lena winces as she realises what just happened. “I think that’s our cue to get out of here, here take my coat and tie it around your waist.”

Kara sighs as she stands up and holds back a shiver as the cold water runs down her legs. “Alright, let’s go.” She takes the offered coat and secures it around her to hide the giant water stain on her backside. The last thing she needs right now is for all of her co-workers to think she peed herself in the office.

Together they grab the trash bags and toss them beside a garbage can in the hallway to be taken by the janitor when they come around later in the day. She grabs the box from the desk, she can always go through it once they get home. She makes sure to lock up after herself despite the fact that there is nothing left in there except for her soggy desk and chair.

Lena leads her back through the building with a comforting hand on the small of her back. “I’m not going into Cat’s office with wet pants. Can you please tell her we’re leaving, and I’ll meet you in the car?”

Lena smiles at her fondly. “Of course, darling. The car keys are in my right coat pocket, lock the car once you get in.” She senses the eye roll she is about to get so she continues as earnestly as possible. “Just in case, it will make me feel better.”

Kara smiles back at her, giving in before even pretending to put up a fight. “Anything for you.”

They part ways, Lena going to say their goodbyes and Kara aiming for the stairs. She is not willing to be stuck in an elevator with other people and have to explain why there is a coat tied around her waist like she is a middle schooler.

She can count on one hand the number of times she has taken the stairs whilst working at CatCo and it was only because they had one day a couple of years ago when they did maintenance on all of the elevators at once.

Cat put a stop to them shutting them all down at the same time after she found out she would have to walk up to the top. If her memory serves her right, Cat didn’t actually climb the stairs, she turned on her very expensive heel and worked from home that day after having someone fetch her work from her office for her.

Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t see anyone else on the staircase, like her, they know they probably couldn’t survive walking up and down all of those steps all day without feeling like their ass cheeks have been torn apart from the strain.

She meanders down, just taking in the unfamiliar space. It is pretty boring, just a few old, framed articles and magazine covers here and there but nothing too important, the important ones are kept in offices or hallways of each floor, not the stairwell.

There is one major thing she does notice. Or doesn’t notice. There is a distinct lack of cameras so if the perpetrators used this route, they would be practically undetectable.

Whoever did destroy her office would have still been caught on camera, but it brings the window of capturing them down significantly. The more she thinks about it the angrier she gets, this psycho has taken so much from her in the last few days that it is unreal.

The joke is on them though, after everything she’s been through she isn’t going to give up now because she’s being fuelled by pure spite. Her steps turn into stomps as she finishes going down the main stairwell and walks across the lobby to the second stairwell that leads her to the parking garage.

As the door at the top of the stairs closes behind her with a slow thump she becomes aware of a quiet murmuring coming from below her. She takes quiet steps so as not to disturb them as whoever they are, they seem to be in the middle of a conversation.

She is grateful to have reached the very bottom of the stairs and heads right for the door into the garage, finding it propped open as it usually is since it is an emergency exit.

The further she walks the more she hears of the stranger’s conversation.

“I can’t get back up there to wipe the footage-“

 She can’t hear every part of the conversation but can see the hooded stranger pacing between cars.

Something about this person puts her on edge so she slows down and ducks behind a truck, hoping to make it back to the car without alerting them of her presence.

“They found the office quicker than I thought they-“

Her ears prick up. That does not sound like an ordinary phone call.

“The target was supposed to be out of work, our information told us she switched to out of office-“

Holy crap. This is not good for her. She surveys how far she needs to go to get to the car and whether or not it would be better to simply head back to the lobby or not.

The problem she has is that she can’t get safely to either place because she will have to run right out into the open. The car is closer, just a few metres ahead of her.

She takes casual steps, trying not to draw any attention as she heads towards the car, keys in hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see that she has caught the attention of the man on the phone. He is dressed very similarly to the man from the grocery store and could very well be the same person.

She quickens her pace as the man begins to come towards her. The small distance seems to take hours to reach as she scurries over and clicks the button on the fob. She realizes her mistake when she pulls the handle open and is greeted by a rapid clicking sound.

Out of pure instinct, she throws herself away from the car and to the ground. She slams against the concrete floor hard, the force exacerbated by the fiery force of the car exploding before her.

Her ears are ringing with a violent force, making her unable to hear anything except that awful sound. It is almost more overpowering than the rush of pain across her body.

Her eyelids burn as she pries them open, trying to see where the stranger went but the overwhelming pain stops her from sitting up enough to see. She tries her best to see him from her position, but her range of view is blocked by a couple of security guards who must have rushed down once they heard the explosion. 

Their lips are moving but she can’t decipher what the security guards are saying. She feels warmth and a slow dripping sensation down her face, the smell of burning fuel filling her nostrils.

Kara tries with all of her might to keep her eyes open, to get up and find safety and to figure out what in the world just happened but she feels completely drained of energy. Her eyes begin to flicker closed, but she gets a surge of energy when she feels familiar hands on either side of her face.

“Kara? Kara, can you hear me? It’s Lena. I’m here. I’m here.”

Lena’s words cut through the ringing, her voice the light at the end of a hallway. Her eyes won’t focus but she can make out the outline of pale skin and dark hair as she leans over her.

“L-Lena.” It’s a struggle but she manages to show her that she can hear her and that she is still with her.

“Shh, don’t speak. The ambulance is on its way and I’m right here. I’m not leaving your side, ok?”

She tries to move any part of her body she can and struggles. Lena must be on her left because she can feel the soft material of her pants against her left hand. Her fingers inch as close as possible, grasping onto the material, holding onto her with what little energy she has.

Lena’s hands don’t leave her, they hold her cheeks gently and once the paramedics arrive, she holds her hand.

As the minutes pass, she becomes minutely more conscious but with the clarity it brings, she feels an increase in pain from the wounds the shock prevented her from recognising. Sirens fill her ears and the bumps in the road jerk her a little but Lena’s hand grips hers tightly as though she could ground her by sheer power of will.

The time goes by in a blur, one second she was in the ambulance, a bustling paramedic tending to her, and the next she is on a gurney in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and she can feel a burning ache in her abdomen. She can only assume it is from the impact since it feels like she has been struck with a baseball bat.

She must have either been given anaesthesia or passed out at some point in the chaos because the next thing she knows she is awoken by the steady beeping of her heart rate monitor and her dry throat plaguing every breath she takes.

The awful feeling in her throat forces her to cough as she wakes and her eyes water as she opens them from the sharp scratch. She isn’t sure if her throat is just really dry or if she has swallowed a handful of nails.

“Kara?”

There she is again. Her angel is right there with her, by her side. Her unfocused eyes find her quickly, finding comfort in her favourite person.

She tries to speak but another painful cough escapes her. She doesn’t know that Lena was holding her hand until she feels a rush of cold air on her palm, but it is quickly replaced by the sensation of a cup being pressed into her hand.

“Here, it’s water. Just take small sips.” Lena pushes her hair out of her face and helps her sit up slightly, wincing with her when the pain in her abdomen takes over.

The water feels amazing down her throat, and she wants to chug the entire cup and the pitcher beside her bed to keep her throat soothed but Lena reminds her to take it slow and to pace herself.

“Crazy day, huh?” Her voice is raspy, but her joke still lands.

Lena lets out a relieved sigh and smiles at her tenderly. “I see your humour survived the explosion.”

The mention of the explosion wakes her up from her stupor. “Did anyone else get hurt?”

Lena wastes no time before soothing her fears. She knows that Kara would blame herself despite it being nowhere near her fault. “No, no, darling. Everyone is alright, you were the only one by the car when it happened.”

Kara shakes her head, despite the stiffness in her neck from being in one position for so long, she really must have been unconscious for a while. “There was someone there, he was talking on the phone about me, and he looked like the guy from the store-”

Lena cuts her off. “I know, baby. We’ve looked through every last minute of footage from that day and we saw everything. I’ve got everything sorted and everything is going to be alright. All I need you to do is focus on getting better.”

That day? What does that mean? How long has she been out?

“How long ago was it?” She can feel herself growing tired again but can’t let herself rest until she knows.

Lena hesitates to tell her, which is an answer in itself and not a good one at that. “It’s been three weeks, now rest. Please.”

How the hell has it been that long? Was she hurt that badly? How is Lena so put together? Kara’s mind is racing as she only wants one thing.

“Please come cuddle with me.”

“I don’t think that’s a—“

“Please, I need to feel you.” She stares into Lena’s eyes, begging her to give in. She just needs to be held, to have Lena piece her back together.

With a nod Lena carefully positions herself beside her, delicately placing an arm around her chest, obviously avoiding letting it go further down and showing Kara that she has some damage to her stomach area since she is avoiding touching it.

She lets the thought drift away in favour of relaxing into Lena’s safe embrace and closing her eyes once more.

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[favoringeyes]

lena hey hii i read ur tags on angie's post abt ra*bits being exaggerated assets of nazuna's insecurities and since i dont read many of their stories i would rlly like to hear ur thoughts abt it 😸

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS IM SORRY NIKI SOB. but yes yes i love talking abt how flawed nazuna's treatment of ra*bits was in the beginning thank u.bc its overlooked a loooot but it wasnt as toxic as his relationship in ex-valk since he barely even knew these kids when he left valk. ANYWAY. im sorry if this doesnt make sense i am insane and terrible with words but i hope u enjoy either way (also theres a lot of words. like fair warning its really massive so i understand if u dont read all of it 😭)

nazuna when he first began to help hajime, tomoya, and mitsuru had a shallow view of each of them. he sees hajime as the good girly kid, mitsuru has the bad rowdy kid, and tomoya as the normal kid. (he literally states this in a story i think its happy spring?) so lets start with what ra*bits was formed on as a whole: being cute. nazuna thought tht without shu or valkyrie his only saving grace was his looks, so he projected tht onto ra*bits when he first started to form the unit. he thought the only way he could "save" these kids was to exploit their cute looks since thts the only worth he saw in himself, it was the only worth he saw in them as idols. but to get more specific lets start with hajime. hajime is the epitome of a cute idol, girly, quiet, warm personality etc. hajime represents nazuna's insecurity abt his girlish appearance, and hajime at first, was insecure abt it as well, and was only keeping up this image to help ra*bits. but as time goes on, he slowly begins to enjoy being tht kind of idol, and embraces all his girlish traits to the full, finding strength and joy in it, which nazuna could never accomplish. moving onto mitsuru, hes basically the fun rowdy more boyish of the group. he isnt really afraid to act like himself and do whatever he wants, he loves to run and be loud, and he wears his emotions on his sleeve. but this gets him in trouble a lot, and he often gets scolded for things he simply enjoys doing or gets told hes a "bad kid." in the story "bad boys" this frustrates him, he believes the ppl he loves so much dont feel the same, and see him as a nuisance, even when he's one of the most emotionally sensitive characters in enstars, he just doesnt want to be alone again. but slowly through time, mitsuru learns tht this part of him is what makes him a wonderful idol. he also learns tht his feelings do matter, and he doesnt have to be a troubled kid all the time, bc he isnt, hes just mitsuru. this is probably a stretch, but i think this is supposed to represent nazuna's insecurity abt acting too "out of his image." or not being the good quiet doll he was so used to being for so long. and finally tomoya. tomoya is normal, hes not pretty like hajime, or bright as the sun like mitsuru. tomoya knows this, in fact its mentioned in almost every story he's in, either by himself or someone around him. this makes him feel inadequate to those around him, like he will never be able to catch up to everyone else, but especially his fellow unitmates. but, through time, he begins to realize "being normal" is like a super power for him as an idol. he utilizes it, being able to stay grounded and be completely balanced as his own idol. like his feature scout is titled he is "the epitome of idols." others can look to him for the example of what an idol is supposed to be. tomoya probably represents nazuna's biggest insecurity, his fear of being inferior in the eyes of others. its the whole reason he became shu's "doll" in the first place. shu let him stand above the rest, it gave him confidence. when shu broke down, this meant nazuna would become "nothing." just an ordinary person destroyed by the war and forgotten. so, thts why nazuna is so quick to categorize ra*bits into their basic traits, bc he's scared tht ra*bits will far apart. he feared tht if he didnt do this, if he attempted to break through the mold he fit ra*bits into, he would go back to before. he wouldnt matter unless he acted a certain way. he always wants to fit into roles tht r useful in some way (i think this is why he wanted ra*bits to see him as a big brother, as their guide, bc this made him extremely precious to them) bc tht way he doesnt have to acknowledge how insecure he really feels. as he gets attached to ra*bits though and begins to really see them like his kids, he's forced to learn tht these molds he fit all of them into didnt do them or him any good, it only managed to damage the kids so precious to him. and so through loving ra*bits, he learns to love the parts of himself he loathes the most.

#I HAD TO CUT MYSELF SHORT BC I REACHED THE TEXT LIMIT???? LOL IM SORRY I WENT A LITTLE CRAZY #i had fun though and thts what matetrs. #mail #lovebattle

[firsttarotreader]

I think the person before is right. The way he addresses it shows he desires, oppresses, and is open to it but doesn't raise expectations, he when said once let's see if I die alone. Or the 2020 podcasts after the funny zoom table read, where he said the guys have like 12 kids are married he is completely alone and you could see his face and aura change into sadness. Even saying he stayed in people's front yards without shame even if they go inside. Like he hated being alone. So there is definitely signs that he does desire and is open bit fears and doesn't raise any expectations in case it doesn't happen and he ends up disappointed. Even your reading with lena when she got 🤰 showed signs that he was happy and ready but 💔 when she abandoned him and turned out it wasn't his.

Well, I disagree on this. These examples you sent look more like acceptance that it probably won’t happen (and that’s okay) than giving signs of a “repressed desire”. He can consider it and think it would be possible, but still not be “repressing a secret deep desire of having a family”. And about the reading, having feelings for someone and actually thinking that person could be pregnant with your child is a completely different situation. It’s not the same as “I am sad and deep down I dream about having a family”. It also doesn’t rule out wanting that in the past and not wanting it anymore because he realized it just didn’t fit him. Or actually considering it with people he’s been with, and now thinking he’s better off this way (with no hard feelings).

Remember when he also said he is not into conventional dating?

[mischiefandspirits]

Impish Interlude

In a world where Bruce’s acquisition of his kids isn’t as legal, but is just as well-meaning, the kids get a moment of peace.

This takes place a few weeks after the events of Dawning of a Bat

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Kon frowned as he floated closer to Wayne Tower. He wasn’t technically supposed to be out yet since Bruce wanted him to get more training, which Aunt Lena and his dad had both agreed with. They’d decided to let him out for this, though. He was the safer choice to send in than Ghost Bat and they knew their target was more likely to talk to one of them.

Impulse noticed him when he was ten feet from the edge of the roof, but his only reaction was to turn towards Kon and wave.

“Hey,” Kon greeted casually, though he stayed floating over free air in case the speedster had kryptonite.

Hood was also watching through the scope of a sniper rifle filled with a webbing bullet while Nightwing was waiting nearby in case he needed someone to catch him.

“Hi. I’m not here. I mean, obviously, I am here, but nooneknowsI’mhere.Iswear.FlashthinksI’mrunningtoMexicofortacos.Howareyoudoing?What’sitlikelivingwiththeBats?”

Kon blinked. “What? I don’t-You’re talking too fast. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, Nightwing said if we ever need help to come to the top of Wayne Tower because it’s the tallest building in Gotham so the Bats will always notice if someone’s up here. I mean, Nightwing-Nightwing didn’t say that. Nightwing one, I mean. I’ve never met Nightwing one. Not that I met Nightwing two. But my mom did. She worked with him once when Batman asked for his help on something. And she said that that’s what Nightwing tells kids. We can come to Wayne Tower if we need help. Because then the Bats will find us and the Bats protect kids. So yeah. I’m here. I don’t need help though. I just knew it’d get your guys’ attention and I wanted to say hi because I miss talking to you and Tim and Tim hasn’t answered any of us since you left so I couldn’t even ask him how you were doing. Are you doing okay?”

Kon just stared for a moment as he tried to process everything the speedster had just said. “Your mom… worked with Batman and Nightwing?”

“Three and two. Batman three and Nightwing two. Yeah.”

“And she said they protect kids.”

“Well, yeah. The Bats protect kids. Everyone knows that. Well, maybe not now, obviously, but after-Wait! Spoilers!”

“Spoilers… In your time, everyone knows the Bats are in the right,” Kon realized.

“Yeah,” Bart sighed rubbing his neck. “It comes out, eventually. I don’t really know that much about it, though.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Spoilers,” Bart repeated. “I don’t want to accidentally mess something up. But you’re here, now, so you know the Bats are good.”

“So you’re not here to try to drag me back?”

“Uh, no! The Bats are great. Like, Batman is way crash. He tells the best jokes, drives criminals insane with his banter. Really makes them feel the mode.”

“I’m sorry, did he just say Batman makes jokes?” Hood choked out.

“Batman three,” Ghost corrected. “Clearly someone else is in the cowl by Impulse’s time. Maybe ‘Wing, since someone has also taken his role.”

“I'll pass.”

“The three is weird though,” Oracle hummed.

“Our Batman isn’t like Batman three,” Kon said, trying to imagine Bruce cracking jokes in the same way Dick did.

“Yeah, but he’s still a Bat. And Ghost is still Ghost, even if he’s a lot younger. And Hood’s probably still Hood too, just less cranky.”

“Oh no, he’s cranky now too,” Kon laughed while the comms filled with snickers and Hood’s objections.

“So? Are we cool?” Impulse asked, rocking from side to side.

Kon turned to where Batman and Ghost were standing off in the distance.

Batman looked down at Ghost and set his hand on his shoulder. Ghost nodded and Batman pulled back, allowing Ghost to start grappling towards the tower.

“Yeah, for now. The others are going to be keeping an eye out, though.”

“Makes sense.”

“You also should try to stay out of sight, unless you want to get caught too.”

Impulse nodded quickly, smiling as Ghost landed on the roof. He sped over to hug him.

“I’ll set something up,” Oracle hummed.

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Helena paused in the doorway of the new safehouse Oracle had granted her access to. Although, clubhouse might have been a more fitting title.

Four teenagers were scattered over the living room of the Burnside townhouse. One was draped over the couch, two were slumped into beanbag chairs, and the last was perched on the coffee table.

The two in the chairs were familiar. She’d worked with Ghost Bat a handful of times and Impulse had been in the news plenty as both a member of Young Justice and -- more recently -- the Teen Titans.

The one on the couch took her a moment before she connected his face to the ex-Superboy, now Dawn Bat. He was wearing a different suit than the one the media showed him wearing while he was with Young Justice or being shown off by Luthor. His new suit was a dark blue-black with a navy leather jacket overtop. The shield was across his chest in gold, but the silhouette of a dragon took the place of the S. It was serpentine with outstretched bat wings and a bird’s head. A navy utility belt hung from his hips while dark metal framed his jaw and covered the back of his head, wrapping up around his ears and coming up to a point that resembled the ears on the Bats’ cowls.

The one on the coffee table was less recognizable. She wore black armor with golden detailing. A hood and scarf could be pulled up to hide her identity, but both were down. She was of East Asian descent, primarily Chinese if Helena had to guess. She had pin-straight black hair that fell to around her chin and dark brown eyes that could pass for black.

If any of the boys noticed Helena (and she was sure Ghost Bat at least did), none of them acknowledged her. The girl looked up and studied her for a moment then gave her a quick smile and wave before turning back to the game the four were playing.

“Am I interrupting something?” Helena asked.

“Kind of,” Ghost Bat said distractedly. “I left O’s package on the kitchen counter for you.”

“Right.” She watched the four for another moment before going into the kitchen to grab the hard drive Oracle had decrypted for her. She stuck it in her bag, then went back into the living room to see the boys bemoaning their loss. “Did the Bat seriously give you guys a clubhouse? I thought you two weren’t even supposed to be talking to the other kids.”

“Impulse knows about as much as you do so he’s cool,” Ghost Bat explained. “Same with Orphan.”

Helena frowned and turned to the girl, recognizing the name. “You’re Canary’s oldest.”

“Cass,” Orphan said with a nod. “Hello.”

“What are you doing with this lot?”

“Oracle. She sent me to Canary. Said I deserve safe, calm home. Bats are too crazy.”

“Fair,” Dawn Bat agreed.

“My parents are bad, but not after me so I don’t need to hide. I like Oracle and Ghost though. Impulse brought me to hang in. I like him and Dawn Bat too now.”

“Out,” Ghost correct. “It’s hang out, not in.”

“Even if we are inside?” Cass checked.

“Yeah.”

She nodded.

“This is basically a clubhouse, by the way,” Dawn Bat said, grabbing a can of soda off the coffee table. “Batman didn’t want Imp to be running around the city so now we have a meetup spot.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Speedsters weren’t exactly subtle with their lightning trails and Ghost had been making Burnside his own so the border city was perfect. Plus, the townhouse was near the national park, which meant Impulse was less likely to be spotted sneaking in. It was probably the best the kids could do without actually leaving Gotham, and all the trouble that would entail. “Thanks for getting this for me.”

“Anytime,” Ghost said, already focused back on the next match of their game.

She rolled her eyes and left the kids to it.

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The next part should be Stephanie's, but I can't give any promises on when that will be.

For those curious: Dawn Bat's suit is similar to Jason's, but with the Arkham Knight helmet and Chris Kent's Nightwing emblem (just with the colors reversed) on the chest. I gave him the helmet because I wanted the entire suit to be lead-lined to protect against kryptonite so the helmet can be engaged to protect his face. He also has a chunk of blue kryptonite in his gauntlet. The casing on the BK will automatically open inwards if the suit is compromised and it detects another form of kryptonite, therefore protecting Kon from the effects.

The casing can also be opened outwards in the unlikely event Kon comes into contact with Superman or Supergirl, but why would that ever happen :)

Edit: Blue K in this universe works as it does in the Smallville tv series, aka it strips a kryptonian of all their abilities and makes them immune to the effects of other colors of kryptonite.

#kon-el #Tim Drake #bart allen #cass cain #helena bertinelli #batnapping au #witness protection: vigilante style #fanfiction

[leighlew3]

Hey, how are you? I am a bit confused, I keep noticing on twitter people talking that Mon-El was supposed to be in the finale way more than he ended up being which was due to the trend the fans made. Is that like officially confirmed? Do we know how much more there was to be of him or what kind of scenes he was supposed to be in? Thank you.

Hi! I’m good, thank you. Ditto. 

Well, there's no way to know for sure. Alas, based on many factors and certain evidence, here's a theory...

I personally don't think he was ever meant to have a large role in the finale simply because, well -- he's just not that important of a character to the show, lol. Despite what the few pockets of remaining fans who do like the show's cringey version of the character may feel or believe, he was sent packing ages ago for a reason, and the awful way they used the character and bad messaging it sent nearly destroyed the show and wasted its prime years. And clearly most media and critics agree, since very few outlets write about him the last four years at all, and when they do it's usually very negative and unflattering, especially when compared to how they write so often and so universally positively about Lena, for example.

So I really tend to believe, much like with the 100th -- though more limited, given how much stuff needed to be crammed into the series finale -- that he was probably always meant to just have a small cameo (I even said ahead of time that his role in the finale was likely to be small, and was proven right), simply for nostalgia. I can also tell you that one of the limited "scoops" I'd heard early on in S6 was that as of early/mid season there was no talk of his return bts, no indication he was coming back that most people bts knew of anyway, and the showrunners even effectively confirmed as much by saying around that same time, "We know how it ends, he's likely not a part of it." (paraphrased). Also important to keep in mind that up to that point, Benoist had said she liked how they planned to end the series. So the belief by some that she possibly requested he be there as endgame or whatever simply doesn’t track. He clearly wasn’t in the early S6 plans to be involved in the end, and she seemed totally fine with that. 

But then something shifted late season, and they seemingly decided relatively last minute (?) to bring him back for a cameo, and/or must have realized the creative direction they were going in the finale made room for his (and Winn's) returns.

That being said, do I think the worldwide anti-Mon-El trend possibly lead to the already small role being reduced even further on the fly for damage control due to the backlash from fans when they realized such a polarizing character was back again? Honestly, kinda yeah.

And hey, maybe that's not accurate, but it seems very plausible. In part because it was a tad interesting how Winn and James were there for the battle, funeral and wedding while he wasn't there for the wedding. And because it seemed based on bts footage that there were more scenes and/or dialogue involving him and the group in that final battle, yet it didn’t make the cut. Also because it seems based on bts pics as well vs the final airing that they possibly shot the funeral scene twice -- and what aired was him saying he had to leave, which makes you wonder if an alternate version had someone inviting him to the wedding. There was even a composer who indicated on Twitter that he was working on the Karamel-related score or something (didn't know they even had one, lol) but we never saw anything epic of them fighting together in battle for more than a blink, nor having a moment at the wedding obviously, nor anything that would warrant any kind of a special 'theme' for them (unlike what Supercorp had in the 100th).

And lastly, it seems interesting how much they really went out of their way to bury that ship forever the way they did, after the trend. As if to say "OKAY, WE HEAR YOU" (finally). They could have had him simply say he's gotta return back to the future and they leave it sorta open ended and upbeat, but they really just had him say with finality "I'll never be back." to kill all potential for that ship forever, and they had Kara barely be phased by it at all and never look back, and that was that, and he was gone easily, and forever. Meanwhile Winn and James were at the wedding and the focus for Kara was on her identity issues (aka the big coming out metaphor) and sharing her final/key moments with Lena and her family/friends, as happy as ever.

TLDR: I think his role was never meant to be that big in the finale either way, but it likely could have been chopped down even further after that trend, especially because they didn't even feature him in the trailer except as a tiny blip in the funeral background. They clearly (finally) realized that his presence was doing more harm than good, and decided to not only not really market it much ahead of time, but also possibly cut it down in filming and editing as well.

[hollandorks]

hello! the opening to this chapter was honestly one of my fave parts of motn so far!! i’m such a sucker for fluff or just cliche sweet things of any kind and the fact that they fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed but woke up entangled makes me feel all fuzzy inside :’)

“He wasn’t hers. But he was alive. And that would be enough.” these lines are so simple but i love them so much?? like it just perfectly shows how she feels about him; she loves him so much that all she wants is for him to be safe (and also she just went through a traumatic experience during which she didn’t know if he’d make it out alive but it’s fine LOL)

“She very carefully scooted backward out of his embrace. It would be weird if he woke up to them like that, wouldn’t it?” GIRL NOO he’s sooo in love with you he would love waking up to you like that 😭

the whispered “hi”to one another are so precious to me 🥺 i love that he didn’t respond to her asking if it was weird. i also love her being distracted by his abs while changing his bandage HAHA like sooo true

i also love her realization that alfred saw them sleeping in the same bed and her being mortified whereas alfred is probably so proud of himself for somewhat orchestrating that LOL

her cleaning everything because she’s feeling too much?? too relatable. when i’m stressed i deep clean my entire room and go for a long runs and i literally can’t function until i do those things. she’s just like me fr loll

ngl i started to get nervous when she went to meet lena!! i didn’t think you would make something bad happen to her again so quickly but god i was nervous! (thank u for not having her kidnapped again or anything in this chapter LOL <3) i’m glad she went to talk to her though!! i really hope lena stays safe 🥺 i wonder if there might be a moment in which lena is endangered but y/n is able to save her (in a way, redeeming herself for not being able to save marie 🥲) spoiler for spider-man nwh but if ur familiar with it (assuming u are because ur pfp/url are iconic tom holland references HAHA) the way that andrew garfield’s peter redeemed himself for gwen’s death by saving mj! that’s just a tangent my brain went on and although i hope no more girls get taken it would be an intense moment for sure!!

i love how during their conversation, she gets a bit mad at lena. she’s still so upset about marie and the fact that she couldn’t save her :( and she’s mad about the fact that bruce almost died for her because of those men :( i love how desperately she wants to solve this and have the whole operation ended. she really is just like bruce.

ALSO! i love the mentions of the upcoming gala because i have a feeling that our favorite billionaire is gonna go and take a certain somebody as his date 👀 we love a good gala scene

her horrible lying to alfred when he totally already knew she was lying about going to the store for tampons?? so good

BRUCE WATCHING THE FOOTAGE!!!! this had me so shook for some reason (i mean like, it had her shook too!) he must be so upset watching that back and hearing her tell him to leave her to die :(( the “blazing expression on his face”! you know he just can’t stop thinking about the fact that she told him to leave her. he hates that she said that and he doesn’t know that she feels the same exact way about him almost dying for her agh!!

“Press her fingers into his skin so she could feel the reassuring warmth of his aliveness. Touch him until he saw just how much she loved him and how much she hated that he had almost died for her.” THESE SENTENCES. dying. no words. i just love it

loved his immediate freakout about her going back to the iceberg lounge. he’s so protective and it’s adorable. i’m so glad she’s letting him pay off her debts now. sugar daddy bruce wayne moment!! 😻 (i’m sorry for that💀) i mean, it’s unfathomable that she’d go back now anyway because she just like can’t after the other night, but still!! i love that she (nervously) joked about him only doing it because she saved his life and him just seriously assuring her that that’s not the reason why. he’s so serious when it comes to her safety ahh 🥺

i do wonder what the penguin’s reaction will be to her debts being completely paid off. like ofc he’ll know it’s by bruce wayne. idk if it’ll just be inconsequential (he is the type of guy to not care as long as he has his money but like… he’s still sketchy…) or if this might lead to something occurring?? lol idk where my mind is going with this!!

her just blurting out the truth about why she told him to leave 💀💀 AHHHH bruce is probably gonna be so stressed about that :( i can’t wait to see his reaction!!

also! if u do like the songs that remind us on motn i will literally send u one every chapter because i do in fact have a bruce wayne playlist (i have brAIN ROT💀 from this movie)

i think iris by the goo goo dolls is SUCH a bruce song and ESPECIALLY with his feelings towards her in motn 🥺

anyway, i really loved this chapter and i’m so excited for the next one! and i hope you feel better soon!!

🖤

***CH 22 SPOILERS***

I'm a sucker for the fluff and cliche too!! Sharing a bed (or there's only one bed) is one of my all-time favorites.

Love that you noticed those lines 🥺 I'm really proud of lines like that and I adore when people notice them.

And again....this fic is idiots to lovers and I stand by it.

I too would be distracted by his abs. Every time I watch the movie I'm watching his muscles, so. It's valid.

I also relate to focusing on other things (cleaning or otherwise) when feeling too much. Is it healthy? I'm not sure. But I do it.

Yes I've seen nwh so I get the reference!! (And yes I went through a Tom Holland phase and I'm still not totally out of it!)

Love that you noticed the similarities between her and Bruce!! 🥰

What was I just saying about favorite cliches?? Gala scenes are included! 👀

Can't get over you pointing out your favorite sentences. It literally makes me smile so big!! 🥺

😂😂 sugar daddy bruce wayne. I mean, that is kind of the moment. That's what's happening pretty much 😂

And yes the songs!!! I love people sending me songs!! And that song is perfect. Like we already know Bruce listens to music like that too. So it's perfect. 🥺

Thank you, slowly but surely feeling better!! ❤️

#asks #anon #motn spoilers #🖤 anon #🖤

[911weewooshow]

So I've had some thoughts (late night ramblinges) regarding Eddie's bro behavior from 7x04. I've seen people post how they hated it and felt it was off about him. And in some ways I do agree with it but also at the same time I do understand his mindset a bit.

Eddie as least from my knowledge and remembrance from the show, hasn't really had many casual friends (outside of the 118). Lena was probably the first friend I feel like he's been shown to have outside of the 118 that he felt comfortable with hanging out with. And that is pre-therapy and that relationship didn't really get that deep as a friendship.

Eddie has always been known to be the calm, never-let-your-emotions show kind of guy. After therapy, he's opened up a lot more but still kind of keep that calm demeanor. And in my head, I kind of feel like I'm happy for him in the episode (and I know people are going to be mad about how he treats buck but just let me cook for sec).

How I kind of see his whole vibe from that episode is coming more from a place of healing. Gradually he has been opening up more and really expressing himself. And a long comes a guy that shares his hobbies and likes and isn't directly tied to the 118. I feel like Eddies usually doing one of the 4 things in his off time. Hanging out with the 118, doing something with Chris (and his family), Dating and doing stuff with whom he is with, and then lastly he's by himself doing whatever. To have someone to share your hobbies and likes with is a very comforting feeling. It's not to say he doesn't love hanging out with others but they don't necessarily share his hobbies.

I kind of like to voice it like how the 911 fandom works. Like we (as a community I figure) have been hyper fixated on this show and to be able to talk to someone who is also hyper fixated on something you like is a hell of a drug.

It's like you are screaming into the void and then it talks back to you.

So in a way I view it as Eddie just being really fucking happy that he's got a new friend and is kind of in a blissful unaware state of how its effecting Buck. It could also be a mix of him thinking that maybe it wouldn't have bother Buck cause when you are a really good place, sometimes its hard to see other people's grief. I also like to think that this episode with those scenes are also shown from Buck's pov simply by how much Eddie's broness is played up.

I find the whole thing rather interesting to see since by Tommy's words Eddie realized how he was acting towards Buck and how it was making him feel. Eddie's not stupid after all and he understands how Buck tends to dive into himself if he thinks someone is going to abandon him (which I will talk about extensively in another post I'm sure, brainrot go brr).

But that's just my two cents about the whole additude shift.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #911 rambling #911 brain rot #911 show #911 spoilers #911 headcanons

[henriettasyarn]

The Scientific Method Turning Thirty:

Chapter One - Part One of Three, by @henriettasyarn

Have you ever felt something and then immediately felt like you weren’t allowed to feel that way? Or that, for some reason, that feeling was only reserved for people who “have actually been through something?” I just did this, for probably the one millionth time in my life, and for the first time I told myself, “No, this feeling is valid, you are allowed to have this feeling. This feeling is relevant. This feeling is real.”

            I don’t know if this moment of self-actualization was a result of my first brain-spotting therapy session yesterday or if the sticker on my fridge that reads, “your feelings are valid,” finally stuck, if you will. It could also be the result of one of the other ten variables I’ve thrown into my life since the impending doom of my thirtieth birthday took over my consciousness (and subconsciousness). Just as we were told in 9th grade biology, you can’t isolate the variable if you have no control, and you can’t analyze your hypothesis without dispersing your variables among individual samples — how the hell am I supposed to know what’s working? What is my control, my baseline? Is there even such a thing as a human baseline?

            Yesterday, my very experienced, yet very new to me, therapist had the [dis]pleasure of listening to a summary of my relationship with my husband since we moved in together in February of 2016 (today is December 1, 2023). That summary focused on the multiple degrees we’ve finished and started since we met and the multiple jobs Adam has started and finished since we met. It was a preface to the brain-spotting therapy, in which you are to dial in on a specific anxiety, trauma, phobia, or otherwise thought-controlling parasite, and find its locale in the back of your brain by staring at a little tiny white ball as it slowly moves around your face on X, Y, and Z axes. When asked which anxiety I wanted to focus on for my first session, I chose the “safe” one. I chose my relationship. I only went back 8 years and I was scared of divulging any further because I’m still unsure if any of my childhood struggles qualify as legitimate. But, anxiety and fear and guilt and resentment compound overtime. The “me” I am with Adam is the me that’s evolved from my childhood.

            I know very little about my parents’ relationship. They met in college, they got married in college, they finished college, they had my brother, my dad went back to college, they had me, and then three years later they got divorced. From my mom’s perspective, my dad was not helping her enough with the kids and the house. He was always forgetting to take out the trash and he kept going back to school to get more degrees. He was your average, undiagnosed, ADHD adult. From my dad’s perspective, he was blindsided. He had no idea she was unhappy until the divorce papers were served. As I type this, I’m realizing how much my marriage has been influenced by theirs; a marriage about which I know exactly seven facts. I might harbor some resentment towards them for not trying hard enough. I might give Adam too many chances to get it together because I am horribly afraid of making the same mistakes my parents did. And here I am again, not committing to my feelings: adding qualifiers just in case they’re wrong or invalid. I do resent my parents for not trying harder to stay together for my brother and me. I am actively compensating for this childhood disappointment in my own marriage.

            My mother-in-law, Lena, loves to say the words, “well, you’re stuck with us.” She reminds me that I’m stuck with her/her family at extremely random times, without pattern or reason. It’s her go-to remark after anything happens to which she assumes I might have an adverse reaction. I hate it. Firstly, I am never stuck. I am free. I wake up every day and choose to love Adam. That choice is not a requirement of me by God or anyone; it is derived of my own free-will. Secondly, my choice to love my husband has nothing to do with her or her family. Right now, I feel myself getting worked up and cozying up to cruelty. I’m going to let it ride, this is a journey of self-discovery, after all. I don’t understand my husband’s family. They believe in and worship a false god and their god sucks. Their god is hateful. Their god haunts my husband. Their god has told them to believe that prayer alone can heal a broken bone and that fake, aggrandizing, displays of emotion are the key to salvation. Their god has told them that a woman’s only path to salvation is through childbirth. It is a false god. The disdain that the matriarch, nicknamed “Sprinkles”, has for me oozes out of every orifice of her body. I have ruined her perfect record of great-grandchildren. Adam, her only childless grandchild, married a woman who “isn’t even going to share her breasts.” The quote is there because she actually fucking said that at my sister-in-law’s second wedding.

            Sprinkles is not the problem. Lena is not the problem. Hell, the false god isn’t even the problem. The problem is the masking. Recently, I was at a funeral for a coworker of mine. In his eulogy, the Pastor remarked on how David was the same David to every one he met. Whether he was at church, with family and friends or with co-workers, you always had the same David. The “takeaway” that the Pastor was angling towards was to encourage us, his family, friends, coworkers and fellow parishioners, to be more like David by being our true, authentic selves, no matter the circumstances. It’s a common theme for eulogists, motivational speakers and TikTokers everywhere — just be you and if they don’t love you for you, they aren’t worth keeping around anyways. In opposition to this age-old lesson on authenticity was Adam’s pentecostal upbringing.

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