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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 9 months

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Teenage Mutant Power Rangers

First posted: August 12, 2018

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne et al

Favorite bookmark: "wdym this isn't dc canon"

Tier: Decently middle of the road, higher up in overall metrics than I expected, for sure.

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

The BatFam week prompt was "time travel." Not my favorite thing to deal with, but I had fun writing this one.

I love writing new-to-vigilantism baby Bruce. He's so horribly emotastic and optimistic all at the same time. He has no clue what he's doing but thinks he does. He's so twenty-something.

More than anything, though, Bruce regretted how rough the aftermath was going to be on Alfred. He knew the old butler saw him as a son, and no father should have to identify their child’s corpse.

Another fun thing about writing baby Bruce is lacing in the casual zingers. They don't hit him, but they hit readers dead on if you do them right. :3

Bruce’s head whipped around to stare into the masked face of a green-hooded figure.

Figuring out how to color code everyone was a nightmare. This family is over-reliant on red and black.

“What, kill me? Wrong-o, B. I’m not the one with mortality issues. You had a fifty-fifty shot and you whiffed.”

Love me some zingers.

The boy cut open the tear in Bruce’s suit, stabbed what felt like a local anesthetic into the meat of Bruce’s shoulder, and began inspecting his bullet wound.

I believe at this time it was more common to assign Tim the medical role, so that's what I did here. Funny, the microtrends that surge in fandom.

He watched as a lithe, hooded figure with a swimmer’s build dropped next to the gang’s lieutenant, graceful and silent as a cat, and swept the legs out from under the brawler, who dropped like a stone. In quick succession, two more hooded fighters appeared out of the shadows as if they had been born from them, a broad-shouldered mountain of a man and a slender figure with suspiciously feminine hips.

Trying to describe everyone when 1) their faces and identifying features are all covered and 2) Bruce has no idea who they are was, again, a nightmare.

For a while, Bruce thought there was only the four he had seen, but then he noticed the men that disappeared into the darker corners of the alley and never reemerged. Once, he managed to spot the pair of hands that reached out and pulled a man in, as fast and as deadly as a goblin shark’s jaws.

As a general rule, it's always best to make Cass the scariest, no matter what. Also, if you're reading this and haven't looked up videos of a goblin shark, do.

“Seriously, he’s what? Twenty-five? Bet he’s still got all his original teeth, too.” Bruce opened his mouth to snarl that of course he had all his original teeth, what kind of monster children were they and where were their parents, when a shadow split off from the rest and touched his shoulder.

Baby Bruce is so so so out of his depth and it's a delight.

And though the teen hadn’t catalogued Bruce’s busted knee, they were able to catch Bruce when he took a step and crumpled. A chorus of knowing groans rose. “Your knee? C’mon, B, you should’ve said,” the teen—Red? he had a green hood, that didn’t make sense—said. “He’s Batman-ing,” the blonde said. “Totally Batman-ing,” the tall man—Hood? or were they all Hood?—agreed. Bruce blinked as the man tucked his chin into his neck and growled, “I’m invincible. I bleed justice. My bones are made of truth and the American way.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Hood,” sniffed the boy. “That sounds more like Su—” “Ah, ah, ah!” the slender man interrupted as the shadow clapped its hands over the boy’s mouth. “Ixnay on the Ooper-say. You know the rules. Wibbly-wobbly, butterfly wings, et cetera, and we’ve screwed up enough.”

I delight myself, retroactively. They know exactly how he is and love him in spite of it, but no way will they pass up a chance to rag him for it. Also, yes, their names are stupid. But also, I think I was inspired by Loki mocking Captain America here, and I'm not ashamed of that. But also Lion King with the pig latin.

But when the others merely stood and looked at him, he sighed, and suddenly Bruce was lifted off his feet into a bridal carry. Bruce sucked in a sharp breath as the move jostled his ribs, then settled. The hold was surprisingly comfortable, and, in his addled state, made him feel fancy.

Pinkies up.

I hope everyone enjoyed each kid's final words to Bruce, because they were all very deliberate. Did you catch them? But also please note that I figured out Damian's first and wrote everyone else's just to get to that one.

They're rainbow color-coded ninja fighters and it's the late 80s, early 90s. Of course Bruce's closest frame of reference is the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers (with a side of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.)

#fanfic bts brain dump

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rock-and-roll-hell · 2 years

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June 28, 1996

Reunion Tour

Tiger Stadium - Detroit, Michigan

📸 include Gary Malerba

First full-scale "Reunion" concert in the only place it could have started: The "Rock City!" Tickets for the show sold-out in a stunning 47-minutes on April 20. Bruce Redoute and Lee Neaves, the teenagers who held the KISS sign on the back cover of the "Alive!" album, were given tickets to this show by a radio station.

Ace recounted that he felt like the Beatles at Shea Stadium when he stepped out on stage at the start of the concert. Ted Nugent had offered to join the band onstage for "Detroit Rock City," but was shot-down by the band. According to Gene, "The kids would crucify us, are you kidding? They don't want to see anybody else on that stage, period. It doesn't matter if you're Elvis" (Detroit Free Press, 6/23/96).

From a local review: "There's nothing much to love about the music of KIϟϟ. Sure, it's loud and raucous, but so is an elephant falling down the stairs while managing to crush a guitar or two. Sometimes ragged rock is OK. Punk is sloppy, but that's intentional. KIϟϟ tries hard to be good. It's not. You had to cringe when the normally sedate Frehley took the mike for the Rolling Stones' '2,000 Man.' What followed were three minutes of missed changes, flat vocals and harmonies that plopped themselves atop the mix like rotten mayo on stale bread. Frehley shines on lead guitar, which is why the breaks in hot songs like 'Strutter' and 'Rock Bottom' occasionally hinted at rock 'n' roll transcendence. For every passable solo, though, came songs like 'Shock Me,' with a performance thrilling only because of the dangerous possibility it would fall apart at any second. But, hey, bad music is why God invented pyrotechnics and other brands of flash" (Detroit Free Press, 6/29/96).

"Sure, KIϟϟ suck, but give them a little credit -- they've sucked for more than 20 years. Surviving has meant the band has lived long enough to see its influence on the next generation, which perhaps explains the shocking spectacle of Billy Corgan and Sebastian Bach bonding backstage. So, OK, maybe KIϟϟ don't suck. And in their defense, it should be shouted out loud that they were one of the first bands to embrace fully the notion of rock as a show, thus putting them ahead of the curve that would soon bring us Cats and the re-emergence of Las Vegas as the new American capital" (Rolling Stone #740).

Alice in Chains were late replacements for originally scheduled opening act, Stone Temple Pilots, who had to drop off the tour due to "health" reasons. On April 29 a Los Angeles Superior Court judge had ordered lead singer Scott Weiland to "spend at least the next four months at a drug-treatment center" (Billboard, 5/11/96). KIϟϟ didn't dump STP immediately, though it eventually became clear that they wouldn't be able to play the date.

#kisstory #kiss #1996 #reunion tour #ace frehley #paul stanley #gene simmons #kiss band #kiss army #the spaceman #the starchild #the demon

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grantgoddard · 4 months

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My thwarted career as teenage reggae music journalist : 1972 : Jamaica

I blame Jesse James. Though cowboys and westerns held zero interest for me, something about the record ‘Jesse James’ appealed, much as an Israeli novelty song ‘Cinderella Rockefella’ the previous year had possessed sufficient charm to become my first ever vinyl single purchase. Now, having heard this reggae tribute to the outlaw played on ‘BBC Radio One’ or ‘Radio Luxembourg’, I placed my order at the record counter on the first floor of ‘Harveys’ department store in Camberley and, within a fortnight, it arrived. There was no song, merely Laurel Aitken shouting ‘Jesse James rides again’ with gunshot effects over an incessant rhythm. Nevertheless, I had just purchased my first reggae record [Nu Beat NB 045] and I loved it. It was 1969.

After that, my reggae buying accelerated as fast as pocket money would permit. There was the intriguing instrumental single ‘Dynamic Pressure’ [London American HLJ 10309] recorded at Federal Studio, but so-named as the original had been cut by Byron Lee at his Dynamic Studio. I inexplicably bought the terrible cover version by Brit studio band The Mohawks of ‘Let It Be’ [Supreme SUP 204] for reasons I cannot recall. A recently opened second Camberley record shop in the High Street displayed a rotating stand of reggae albums from which I bought ‘The Wonderful World of Reggae’ [Music for Pleasure MFP 1355] because it cost only 14/6 for twelve tracks. I had been unaware it actually comprised (half-decent) cover versions by London session musicians of recent reggae songs heard on the radio.

In 1970, I bought several reggae singles that had reached the UK charts, including ‘Young Gifted and Black’ [Harry J HJ 6605], ‘Montego Bay’ [Trojan TR 7791] and ‘Black Pearl [Trojan TR 7790], all of which I was to discover later were cover versions of American songs. During this era prior to Jamaican sound engineers’ creation of ‘dub’, most B-sides were straight instrumental ‘versions’ of their A-sides. However, it was the occasional exceptions that offered my earliest insight into the remarkable creativity and fresh ideas issuing from Jamaica’s (and London’s) recording studios:

The B-side of ‘You Can Get If You Really Want It’ [Trojan TR 7777], a straight cover of Jimmy Cliff’s song, was a Desmond Dekker original ‘Perseverance’ with great lyrics over an amazingly fast rhythm track that came to unexpected abrupt halts. I still love it more than the A-side.

The B-side of ‘Leaving Rome’ [Trojan TR 7774], an exceptionally haunting instrumental laced with strings, was another instrumental ‘In the Nude’ with trumpet player Jo Jo Bennett double-tracked improvising over an urgent rhythm. This must have been the first ‘jazz’ recording I had heard and I loved it.

The B-side of ‘Rain’ [Trojan TR 7814], a cover of the Jose Feliciano song, had ‘Geronimo’ wrongly credited to singer Bruce Ruffin but consisted of a man shouting ‘Geronimo’ and ‘hit it’, echoed over a rhythm I later learned was by UK band The Pyramids. It was bizarre but fascinating.

Most significant was the B-side of ‘Love of The Common People’ [Trojan TR 7750], another cover version with a string arrangement overdubbed in the UK by ‘BBC Radio 2’ doyen Johnny Arthy’s orchestra. The instrumental ‘Compass’, credited to producer Joe Gibbs’ studio band ‘The Destroyers’, could not have been more different than the unrelated smooth A-side. It literally changed my life. Essentially it was a jazzy solo saxophone workout, but over an instrumental track drastically different from anything I had ever heard. The walking bass was turned up loud but had been deliberately dropped out of the mix on occasions. The continuous rhythm track had been filtered to leave only its high frequencies and then echo added, making the result impossible to determine which instruments were playing. The whole thing was bathed in enough reverb to sound as if was recorded in a bathroom.

For me, ‘Compass’ was a really radical production, emphasising the bassline and using studio effects to contort other instruments into sounds that were unrecognisable and ethereal. The sound engineer (likely Winston ‘Niney’ Holness at Gibbs’ studio in Duhaney Park, Kingston) had transformed a typical reggae rhythm track recorded (for an unrecognisable song) onto four-track tape into something completely different and incredibly creative, using only a standard mixing desk and some basic electronic effects. It was the first example I had heard of a ‘mix’ that had not tried to reproduce musical instruments as they sounded naturally, but to have deliberately distorted them into unnatural noises that created a whole new audio experience. It was the first track I had heard that stripped a recording down to so few elements: a pumping bass, a bizarre ultra-tinny ‘clop-clop’ rhythm and a booming saxophone. ‘Compass’ was a harbinger of ‘drum and bass’ mixes which reggae would soon pioneer (the first occasion I saw this term used was the B-side of Big Youth’s 1973 single ‘Dock of The Bay’ [Downtown DT 497]).

More than anything, it was ‘Compass’ that hooked me onto reggae at the age of twelve. I played that B-side at home hundreds of times but was desperate to hear more recordings like it. Not easy when you live thirty miles outside of London. Instead, my reggae research started in earnest. From the ‘Recordwise’ record shop owned by Adam Gibbs opposite my school in Egham, I collected weekly new singles release pamphlets distributed to retailers and stared longingly at the many titles of new reggae releases, more of which were issued in the UK during this period than all other music genres added together. I joined the shop’s ‘record library’ which loaned vinyl albums to customers for a fortnight for a small charge. I soon ‘worked’ in that shop during lunchtimes as my knowledge about popular music was becoming encyclopaedic. But, above all, I became obsessive about reggae.

I wrote to ‘Trojan Records’, one of London’s two major reggae distributors, requesting information and was invited to join the newly created ‘Trojan Appreciation Society’ run by two female fans. For my subscription fee, I received monthly Roneo-ed newsletters, some free records and a huge gold metal medallion imprinted with the company’s logo attached to an imitation gold chain, which I wore to school every day under my white school shirt and striped tie for the next five years … until the gold paint had worn off on my chest. I had a fold-out double-sided A2 sheet of all Trojan’s past releases, listed by each of its myriad of weird and wonderful record labels, which I would peruse in awe for hours. I so wanted to hear all this wonderful music, but how?

My luck was in. I was already an avid fan of ‘BBC Radio London’ when it launched Britain’s first ever reggae radio show, ‘Reggae Time’ hosted by Steve Barnard on Sunday lunchtimes. To the chagrin of my mother’s attempts to serve our family’s Sunday dinner, I would sit listening with headphones plugged into our hi-fi system, cataloguing a list of every record played each week from the very first show, recording songs onto cassettes. It was my much-needed window into the world of reggae and enabled me to enjoy almost two hours of new releases weekly, interviews with artists and dates of sound system events (inevitably all in London). Doing my homework on weekday nights, I would listen to my cassettes over and over again until I knew the songs by heart. From then, my pocket money was used to buy less well-known reggae records beyond those in the charts and played on mainstream radio. My personal reggae ‘wants list’ inevitably grew longer and longer.

Somehow, I discovered the existence of a music and entertainment magazine published in Jamaica named ‘Swing’. I may have finally identified its address in an international publishing directory in the local library, sending them cash for a subscription and henceforth received monthly copies by air mail. Along with interviews and features, it published advertisements for record shops and record labels in Jamaica, offering a first-hand insight into the island’s reggae industry. I devoured each A4 colour issue and treasured them like valuable artifacts.

My parents’ hands-off attitude to childrearing allowed me to pursue my interest in reggae without interference. From the Camberley High Street record shop, I bought another 1970 compilation ‘Tighten Up Volume 3’ [Trojan TTL 32] for 15/6, this time comprising twelve amazing original recordings. It became the first of many album purchases on ‘Trojan Records’. When I Blu-Tacked onto my bedroom wall its daring poster of a full-length naked woman daubed with the album’s song titles, my parents did not even blink. My mother even liked some of the reggae records I played loudly on the hi-fi system in our open-plan living room, particularly ‘Leaving Rome’.

In 1972, my father announced that he had booked a family winter holiday for the five of us to Jamaica, paid for with cash proceeds from dodgy property deals with his latest business partner Bill Beaver. He had shown no prior interest in my music and probably had no idea this was where reggae originated. It was just a lucky coincidence. Until then, the furthest our family had vacationed was Spain, making this our first long-haul destination. I was over the moon. While my family sunbathed on the beach, MY objective would be to travel to Kingston and explore the reggae music industry. I started to write out an address list of all the recording studios and record shops whose names I had found printed on record labels, album sleeves and in ‘Swing’ magazine.

As an avid reader of Charlie Gillett’s column in ‘Record Mirror’, I had ordered his 1970 book ‘The Sound of the City’ and been amazed to realise it was possible to write about popular music in a scholarly and meticulously researched format. Establishment voices then considered ‘pop music’ frivolous and worthless, condemning it as ephemeral, while their favoured classical music was deemed valuable and enduring. Gillett’s paperback opened my eyes, became my musical ‘bible’ for years to come and changed my life’s direction. I wanted to write about reggae in the same passionate yet factual way that Gillett had documented American black music so brilliantly. I already knew the names of reggae’s producers, recording studios, record labels and artists. A ‘research’ trip to Jamaica would complete the jigsaw puzzle.

I owned a Bush portable cassette recorder with microphone I would take with me to record interviews. I had a Kodak Instamatic camera and I might be able to borrow my father’s Canon Dial 35mm camera. Although I had no contacts in Jamaica, my plan was to find and hang out at the addresses I had researched. At that time, almost no journalist in Britain was writing about reggae music. Although I lacked formal training beyond my English GCE, I was already a competent writer and believed, on my return to Britain, I could approach music publications to interest them in my unique content. I could be a young reggae music journalist. I might have been a naïve fourteen-year-old, but it seemed an exciting prospect.

Then, weeks before we were due to fly to the Caribbean, my father suddenly told us he was leaving our home. I had observed my parents’ relationship recently dogged by shouting, arguments and violence, but he offered no explanation of where or why he was going. Only afterwards did we learn from our gobsmacked neighbour Mark Anthony that my father had run off with his recent teenage bride to set up house in a posh part of Weybridge. As suddenly as it had been announced, our family holiday to Jamaica was withdrawn. My father did take the vacation, but without his (former) family and instead accompanied by who knows. I was left with my list of Jamaican addresses and a working holiday plan that was in tatters.

In the years that followed, reggae was suddenly ‘discovered’ by the mainstream music press that sent journalists, sometimes knowing next to nothing about the music, to Jamaica to report on the industry there. Weeklies ‘NME’ and ‘Melody Maker’ splashed reggae artists on their front covers. More knowledgeably, Carl Gayle wrote excellently in the ground-breaking ‘Black Music’ magazine launched in December 1973. Dave Hendley started a ‘Reggae Scene’ column in fortnightly ‘Blues & Soul’ magazine. An amazing A5 fanzine ‘Pressure Drop’ was launched from Camden in 1975 by Nick Kimberley, Penny Reel and Chris Lane with a penchant I shared for lists, such as its original discography of Big Youth singles.

I read all these writers’ reggae articles avidly and was pleased to see my favourite music now exposed to a wider audience. However, my appreciation was tinged with sorrow that I had no involvement in this ‘movement’ despite the knowledge I had acquired since buying my first reggae record in 1969. It was hard not to occasionally entertain the jealous notion that 'it should have been me' (as the song goes). Instead, my time and resources were diverted by unexpectedly bearing the mantle of eldest of three siblings in a one-parent family while my mother held a full-time day job and cleaned offices during evenings. My ambition to write about reggae had to be put on hold until attending university in 1976 … by which time reggae music had suffered press overkill and ‘punk’ was the next big thing.

My passion for reggae continues to this day. Listening to ‘Compass’ now still makes me shiver. Four decades after buying that single and playing it to death, I accidentally discovered its original vocal version was ‘Honey’ by Slim Smith [Unity UN 542], a truly unremarkable song that had masked a remarkable rhythm track. For me, that remains one of the enduring wonders of discovering reggae’s multiple versions.

#BBC #Camberley #career #Charlie Gillett #childhood #Grant Goddard #Jamaica #local radio #music #radio #radio station #record shop #reggae #travel

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blacktopmemories · 9 months

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Playlist for Saturday, August 26, 2023

M. Ward - "Story of an Artist" (Daniel Johnston cover) Worry Club - "Same Name" Hyphen Hyphen - "Help Yourself Out" Sparta - "Hello Rabbit" Tim Kasher - "Life and Limbo" Thursday - "For the Workforce, Drowning" Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band - "Tenth Avenue Freeze Out" Local Natives - "Just Before the Morning" Body Wash - "One Day Care" Velvet Vaughn - "Sleep Walk" Joey Vann - "If it Makes You Feel Right" The Girlheads - "Ready, Steady Fall" Frank Turner - "The Road" The Miracle of '86 - "Dance! Dance, Revolution!" Skating Polly - "Girls' Night" Geese - "3D Country" Teenage Wrist - "Digital Self" The Get Up Kids - "Ten Minutes" The Starting Line - "The Best of Me" New Found Glory - "Forget My Name" The All-American Rejects - "My Paper Heart" Protomartyr - "Elimination Dances" Annie Taylor - "Sister" Arlo Parks - "Purple Phase" Superchunk - "Low F" Said the Whale - "Barbara-Ann" xo - b. To download or stream the show, click here!

#radio #college radio #rutgers #rutgers university #music #playlists

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briamichellewrites · 1 year

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Brian got his first tattoo. He talked with the artist about the idea he had in his head. What was his idea? He wanted a memorial tattoo for his parents, who died in a drunk driving accident. After pulling out the news report he found online, they looked over it together while coming up with a sketch. An angel wing that would start at his shoulder and go down to his elbow with a multicolored butterfly underneath. The artist would then finish with their names underneath.

It hurt like hell and it took hours to do because he took a couple breaks to keep his arm from getting numb. But it was worth it in the end because it looked so cool! He never met his parents? No, his mother was pregnant with him at the time. The accident caused her to go into labor. She died shortly thereafter from her injuries. His father died almost immediately.

Brad and Mike thought it was a great memorial to his parents. How was his arm? It was still sore. Brad gave him a couple Advil from the medicine cabinet. He took them with a glass of water.

“Don’t sleep on that side. It will cause it to hurt more.”

“I’ll try not to.”

Mike wasn’t interested in tattoos. He liked to look at them but he would never get them himself. Chester and Dave were covered in them and they had different meanings to them. Would he get more? Hell yeah but not for a while. He thought blackout tattoos were cool and he almost got one on his finger but the artist advised him against it because it was his first tattoo and he didn’t want him to regret it later. Maybe in the future.

Since breaking up, Mike and Brad were getting along great! They were putting their son first and he felt like they were a family again. Maybe Mike would move out in the future but for now, he was happy with the arrangement he had with Brad. He and Dave were dating, though they were taking their relationship slowly.

They were not calling each other their boyfriend quite yet because they weren’t ready for that. Brad was going to stay single for a while until he was ready to start dating again. He wanted to be there for Brian and work on his career. They were helping him find a house with the money he got from his inheritance and from the restitution paid to him by the driver who caused the accident.

It was a couple of million dollars. He didn’t want anything too expensive. Just something simple. That worked for them. The legal age to buy a house was eighteen, though he may need a co-singer because it was his first home. The following day, he was going into the studio with Mike. He and the band were going to be taking turns recording their songs. Brian wanted to be an alternative country artist. Why country? He wanted to tell stories like Bruce Springsteen and Johnny Cash.

There was a new country artist he was interested in. Her name was Taylor Swift. He heard her song, Tim McGraw on the radio and he liked her sound. For the past couple of years, he had been working on his album with Mike and Brad. Though progress was slow since he was going through his transition. That was fine. Country music was part of the American Top 40 charts.

He didn’t want to make music about riding in trucks and drinking beer. Instead, he wanted to make music about life and everything going on around him. Whether that was falling in love, finding out who he was and having fun. Typical themes for teenagers.

The band wanted to see his tattoo when he showed up with Mike. It looked so cool! Did it hurt? Fuck yeah! They laughed before he explained it. The butterfly represented heaven, even though he wasn’t religious. Thomas Mathews and Maggie Johnson. Was that where he got his middle name? Yeah. He named himself after his father. It was very well done. How long did it take? It took about eight hours just for the tattooing, with a couple of breaks.

He was at the shop though for about ten hours. They had a break for lunch. Then, he had another break to use the bathroom and to give his arm a rest. He went by himself, but he was keeping his father and Mike informed of where he was. While the artist was setting up, he texted them to let them know it would literally take all day.

“My next tattoo, I’m going to get something small for my wrist to complete the sleeve. Maybe an infinity symbol or something.”

“You have more patience than I do. How the hell did you sit still for that long”, Rob asked.

“I had my iPod and headphones, so I was listening to music.”

“Congratulations. You have proven you can sit still for hours at a time”, Brad joked.

“I was decaffeinated.”

They laughed. As they worked, he was his usual energetic self. Dave could see genuine happiness in him. He heard how upset he had been because of the fighting going on in the house. Mike told him that he had given them an ultimatum – stop fighting or he would be done with them forever. He then clarified that he meant until they got their shit together. Dave thought that was fair. They both agreed that he was more important than being angry at each other.

Selfishly, they didn’t notice how it was affecting him. Despite him telling them over and over to stop putting him in the middle. They thought he was just angry. What they didn’t know was how angry he was. Until they gave him the chance to speak. Yes, he was an adult but it still affected him. It also made them realize what they were teaching him. It was okay to cheat. No, it wasn’t.

They didn’t want him to cheat or be cheated on. Because of him, they apologized to each other for their behavior. He was their son and they were the only parents he knew. Mike had been in his life for about six years. That was long enough to form a father-son relationship. He wanted to have that relationship for the rest of his life. Someday, he would get married and his partner would be his stepparent. He hoped they would love him as much as he did.

“Jack Nicholson is a cool guy. He is one of those guys who can flip a switch and become fucking terrifying. It’s like he goes from a friendly ‘Hi, I’m Jack Nicholson’ to a terrifying ‘I’m going to fucking kill you and make it look like an accident.’”

“What happened between you and Mark Wahlberg”, Mike asked.

They laughed. He told them about playing basketball with him and how they were trash talking each other. It was a lot of fun. Mark was a lot better than he was. He had zero athletic ability. They laughed. Were they done shooting? No, his father was flying to Boston for a few months while he stayed with Mike.

He decided not to go with him because he wanted to work on his album. That was fine with them. Chester asked him if he wanted to hang out. Hell yeah! After working all day, he made plans with Mike before leaving with him. Mike and Dave got back to the house and started making dinner together. Dave was being his usual goofy self to make him laugh. It worked. He told him how adorable he was before they shared a kiss.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

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melbournenewsvine · 2 years

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From independent kids to fiftieth parents whats behind our Levis obsession?

James Dean gave them a bad boy picture. Marilyn Monroe showed off her sex appeal. Elvis wore the first pair of black, while Bruce Springsteen chose them for the Born in USA cover. It seems that Tony Blair barely came out of them in tenth place. Chances are, you have a pair in your wardrobe – I know I do – and whether it’s a 501, 511, 701 or Ribcage, it’s the familiar red tab, brown leather patch and button fly that makes it one of the few brands that can legitimately claim With that horribly overused term: creative. Bruce Springsteen, Marilyn Monroe, and Steve Jobs were all seen wearing a pair.attributed to him:GT A 19th century pair, found in an abandoned mine in the American West and covered in white wax from Victorian miners’ candles, has been auctioned for $87,000. The buyer, Kyle Haupert, a 23-year-old antique dealer from San Diego, said, “I’m still kind of baffled, I even surprised myself to buy them.” I’m not surprised, Kyle. If there’s one thing I know, as a Levi’s wearer, it’s how this 150-year-old brand — started by a Bavarian immigrant who sold his blue jeans to Gold Rush prospectors in California — transcends age, gender, and trends. No other jeans have the power to unite Barack Obama, Alexa Chung and Jeremy Clarkson. From independent children to fiftieth parents; A front row seat to the fashion world and Hollywood stars, there’s just something about Levi’s. I own six pairs and rarely see anything else. Many other millennials feel the same way: There are WhatsApp messages asking to know exactly what style they wore at the bar last night. When Levi’s re-released his classic 501 style this year with a short ankle, Instagrammers (Levi’s has eight million followers) went wild. Levi’s retails for about $170, though my favorite (unfortunately discontinued) Kick Flares cost $10 in a fight at a New York flagship, which I swiped from under a teenager’s nose. I’m sure they’ve found another pair – Levi’s now sells over 1.25 billion pairs of blue jeans worldwide each year. loading It’s even more unusual considering that by 1999, Levi was in distress. Younger shoppers turned to cult brands like Diesel, while Levi’s bonded with older men trying to cling to their youth. Profits fell from $102.5 million in 1998 to $5.4 million in 1999. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Who can forget Nick Kamen peeling his 501s in a laundry room in 1985? At the time, Levi was in control of what’s behind the High Street: The Clash was the UK #1 in 1991 Should I stay or should I leave After she appeared in an advertisement for Levi’s. There was political power, too. In the 1950s, American students were banned from wearing blue jeans after Marlon Brando dressed up 501s in The Wild One and made denim look dangerous. Levi responded by inserting white jeans. They crossed the Iron Curtain, becoming a cult symbol of dissent among Soviet teenagers in the 1980s. Source link Originally published at Melbourne News Vine

#Melbourne News Vine

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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I know that you don't write anything nsfw for Damian (even the older one) and I 100% understand and respect this. I have one idea that I'm not sure if you'd be comfortable with but I thought that the worst that could happen is you saying no. Basically we all know that Damian is the artist of the family. Would you be comfortable with writing older Damian (like 16-19) having/drawing a bit risque sketches of his GF in his sketchbook. Not full on porn or nakedness but something closer to a lingerie sketches with a bit flushed expressions. Like a product of a teenage mind. Maybe his brothers finding such thing or big Bad bat being called to the school because his son was drawing sensual girl during the math lesson. If you're not comfortable, again, understandable and have a nice day!

Damian careful slid the charcoal across the paper. He was focused 100 percent on his drawing as he sat in the shade under a tree on the lawn of Gotham Academy. He was drawing the curve of your neck and the highlight of your collarbone. He had long since memorized them.

“Wayne! What are you drawing,” said the obnoxious voice of Bradley. His father owned a minority share in an oil company and Bradley thought he was hot stuff. Damian thought he was an idiot.

“None of your-“ Damian said before baboon grabbed his notebook. It was Damian’s last year in this stupid school and then he was an adult. But apparently in the meantime he couldn’t beat up idiots at school.

Damian hopped up to grab it back. Maybe a single punch wouldn’t be too bad. Then Bradley started turning pages.

“Woah! Wayne is a freak! Who’s the girl? Are you a stalker? Mr Walker, Damian Wayne is drawing porn!” He yelled as he danced just out of Damian’s reach. Damian lunged and punched him square in the jaw before grabbing the book.

“Detention! And give me the book,” Mr walker said walking quickly down the lawn. His stupid beret quivered in the breeze. He was American and wore one.

“It’s none of your business,” Damian said holding it tight. Months of drawing you was in there. Some of which were quite suggestive.

“Give. Me. The book,” he said with his hand out and Damian know his punishment would grow if he didn’t give it over. Damian gulped as he handed Mr Walker the book. The man started turning pages.

“This is inappropriate for school. Also illegal for minors,” Mr Walker said showing Damian a drawing. It was of you laying on his bed wearing nothing but Damian’s shirt and a smile. It was oversized enough to cover to your thighs but your nipples were prominent. He had only drawn it a few weeks earlier.

A crowd had circled around the group. Bradley had a huge grin.

“Wayne’s a freak just like his dad!” Yelled the bully. Damian glared between the teacher and kid.

“I don’t know how they do things where you are from but here, this won’t be tolerated. We’re going to the office and I’m calling your father,” the man sneered. Racist, Damian thought but held his tongue.

“Mr Wayne, I apologize for calling you during work but we have a situation with your son. He was hitting another student and has drawn sexually explicit material at school. Oh, you’re on the way? Excellent. We’ll be in the office,” Mr Walker said. He held the notebook open and casually turned the page in the headmaster’s office.

He was gone on vacation and this idiot was in charge. Damian was sweating in the room as for some unknown reason, Mr Walker had a fire roaring in the fireplace. Damian adjusted the collar of his uniform. Was this man even alive?

“We don’t need to keep disgusting things like this anyways,” he said before tossing the notebook in the fire.

“NO!” Damian roared as he stood to his feet. The notebook was gone before his eyes. All of his sketches of you. From the first moment you had met all the way to last night. “How dare you!” He yelled.

“You don’t want to take that tone with me, young man. Your father will be here soon and it will be a shame if he is picking you up because you’ve been expelled for threatening the Vice principal,” Mr Walker said with a wicked smile. Damian could test out of high school fairly easily and this stupid school could founder without the Wayne’s money.

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Damian said standing up tall. He was taller than most and certainly more than this idiot. The other man backed up a step and Damian enjoyed the worried look on his face. “I will be withdrawing along with all of the Wayne foundation backing. I hope you enjoy the pay cut you stupid racist. Also, you can’t pronounce Latin to save your life.”

Mr Walker stared at him aghast as Damian left the building.

Bruce met him at the curb where Damian explained the situation. Bruce simply nodded.

“Get in,” he said and for the first time Damian was nervous. What did his father think? “I believe we need to buy you another notebook, yes?”

Damian looked out the window with a little smile.

Part 2

#friday night smut #batboy x reader #dc #robin x reader #Damian Wayne x reader #older!damian wayne x reader #Damian Wayne fic

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imaginefan · 2 years

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mischiefandspirits · 3 years

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Bernard Figures It Out

Was reading through all the comments on @frostbittenbucky's post and all I could think of was that it was Bernard talking to Tim. Then I got to thinking...

"I've connected the two dots."

"You didn't connect shit."

"I've connected them."

Bernard figures out Tim's a superhero... sort of.

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Tim fidgetted nervously as he waited on the front porch of his boyfriend’s house. Bernard had sounded so serious when he’d called during Tim’s lunch to ask him to come over after work so they could talk about something.

Which Tim had done, after spending an entire board meeting just going over the past week trying to figure out what he’d done.

The only thing he could think of was that he’d ducked out halfway through their lunch date on Wednesday to give Duke some backup, but Bernard had seemed understanding when Tim explained there was an emergency at GRC Labs. It couldn’t have been a tipping point, either, since Tim had managed to only flake on three other dates over the past few months they’d been dating. Kate had been happy to cover for him as often as she could “out of queer solidarity” when she found out Tim was dating a boy for the first time and Tim had managed to trick Bruce into covering a few actual Wayne Enterprises emergencies for him when they came up.

There had to be a reason Bernard was breaking up with him, though. Had he missed something? He definitely wasn’t forgetting an important day. He was good with days and Tam was even better, so she would have reminded him on the off chance that he had forgotten.

What was he missing?

Bernard was smiling when he opened the door, but there was a nervous energy to it that had Tim’s stomach sinking. “Hey, Tim.”

“Hey.” Tim gave his own nervous smile then slipped inside.

They went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Tim frowned when Bernard grabbed a manila folder off the coffee table. Crud, had he screwed up enough that Bernard had had to make a list? He knew he was new to dating a guy, but he hadn’t thought he’d done that bad. He’d really been trying, especially with how his and Stephanie’s relationship had fallen apart at the end. “What -”

“Just let me speak, Tim,” Bernard said, waiting for Tim’s nod. “Okay, so you know Clark Kent, right?”

Tim blinked as Bernard opened the folder to show a picture of Clark. It looked like one of the employee pictures from the Planet’s website, with his dorky “I’m just a humble country boy” smile and the golden globe from their roof photoshopped in as the background. “Uh, yeah? I think so. He works for the Daily Planet, right? I think he’s worked at a few of Bruce’s events. Not a lot of outside reporters are willing to come to Gotham.”

“Exactly!” Bernard said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Tim.

“What?”

He pulled out the picture to show the next page was an article titled, “DAILY PLANET REPORTER… BATMAN!?”

A wave of relief washed over Tim and he placed his face in his hands. “Were you up all night on the hero conspiracy boards again?”

“No. I mean, I found this on a board and was up all night thinking about it, but I found it reasonably early.”

“One in the morning isn’t reasonable, Bernard.”

“Says the guy who’s always wide awake when I call to infodump.”

“Touché.” Tim leaned against Bernard and gave him a smile. “So tell me, why is some reporter from Metropolis from all places Batman.”

“First of all, living in Metropolis is the perfect cover. Everyone assumes Batman would live in Gotham, no one would consider he could be from anywhere else. Metropolis is outside the GMA, but close enough that the commute is still possible.”

“But it’s Metropolis.”

“And who would think Gotham’s Dark Knight lives in the sunshine capital? Plus, I hear he disappears a lot on the job. There’s gotta be a reason for it!”

Tim made a note to let Clark know he needs to cut back on the disappearing act some since people are catching on.

“And have you seen the guy? He is swol AF, babe.”

“Please don’t call me babe while you’re talking about how hot another guy is.” Especially Tim’s honorary uncle.

“You know I prefer twinks.”

“BERNARD!”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, ignoring Tim’s shout. “The guy is definitely hiding something! Besides, Kent is an investigative reporter. He’s gotta know a lot about cases and the underground and detective work.”

Not as much as he likes people to think, but more than he likes people to know Superman does, Tim mused. “But what about the other vigilantes?”

“Well, Kent has a cousin…” Bernard flipped through a folder and pulled out a picture of Kara. It looked like a screenshot of her interviewing Lena for CatCo. “She’s obviously the latest Batgirl. Look at her hair. And the first Batgirl and the current Batwoman were obviously Lois Lane, the red hair is just a wig. Did you see how she kicked butt at that last event she went to? She’s not as subtle as Kent. That means their son is the latest Robin. He’s exactly the right size.”

Oh, Damian better not hear about this, Tim cackled internally. His youngest brother hated being reminded that Jon was the same height as him despite their two years age difference. Damian definitely took after Talia when it came to body type, no matter what he said.

“And Kent also has a brother.” This time he pulled out a picture of Kon. The clone must have been caught by a reporter out shopping with Ma since he was carrying some paper bags and glaring at whoever was behind the camera. “At least, he’s supposedly Kent’s brother, but he was a teenager when he first showed up with the Kents. A lot of people think he’s actually Kent’s son, that Kent got a girl pregnant when they were teenagers and something happened to the mom so Kent had to take him in. Now the Kents are trying to hide it by saying the two are brothers.”

That was… scarily accurate actually. Especially given Luthor and Clark were close friends at the time that Kon would have theoretically been born.

“And that beef would explain why the younger Kent brother went all crime lord on Gotham for a while before reconnecting with the family.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Kent Jr.’s got the perfect build for Red Hood.”

Tim bit back a comment on how Kon was shorter than Jason by a good foot. Timothy Drake-Wayne should not know that. Add Jason to the list of people who can’t hear this theory.

“And then there’s this girl,” Bernard picked up a picture of Lois, Jon, and Natasha Irons walking down the street together. “No one’s sure exactly who she is, but she’s been spotted with the Kents a few times. I think the cover story is that she’s Jon’s babysitter.”

“And the actual story?”

“She’s Black Bat, obviously. That’s why she wears a mask that fully covers her face. She doesn’t want to stand out as the only African American Bat.”

“Isn’t Signal also Black?”

“Yeah, but he works in the daytime so he’s already a standout.”

“And who is Signal in this? And what about Nightwing and Red Robin?”

“Well, Nightwing’s just a Blüd who came to Gotham. He doesn’t count.”

Ouch. Sorry, Dick.

“And Red Robin is obviously an older Robin, the one who was Robin when we were kids. Kent wanted to keep him on, and I don’t blame him. As for Signal, he’s got the same backstory as all the other Robins Kent picked up, he just went the Signal route because he didn’t fit the usual Robin mold.”

“Because the female Robin fit the mold,” Tim snorted. Robin Mold, as if he and his brothers were even the same ethnicity. Or even had the same hair color. Jason dyes his hair, Dick’s is brown-black, Tim’s is pure black, and Damian’s is more a dark brown and it’s only getting lighter as he gets older.

“She didn’t, that’s the point. Kent tried to give breaking the Robin mold a chance by letting his cousin have a go at it, but he realized it just didn’t work so she went back to being Spoiler and he got a new Robin.”

Not touching that with a ten-foot pole. “Right, and where does he get the usual Robins? Please tell me you’re not back on the secret government orphanages theory.”

“No, no, no. Kent travels sometimes for his job, right? And a lot of the time he’s going to places that have been hit by disasters or major crimes. So he’ll take in some of the displaced children to train as his robins.”

Tim pressed his face back into his hands.

“You see it, right?”

Honestly, Tim was just wondering how his boyfriend could be so close, and yet so far off. “How would Kent even afford taking care of a bunch of secret -- possibly illegally acquired -- children without anyone noticing?”

“Simple. Bruce Wayne is funding him.”

“Bernard, I love you, but what the heck?” Tim blushed and looked up as he realized what he’d said, but Bernard didn’t seem to notice as he steamrolled ahead.

“It’d also explain how he can afford all the gear and how he’d be able to travel to Gotham or anywhere else Batman goes without anyone noticing. He probably has a secret Batplane or something.”

“Why would Bruce do that?”

“Because Wayne cares about Gotham, everyone knows that, and this way he can make sure someone’s taking care of the city without anyone putting two and two together.”

“And two plus two is?”

Bernard gave him a hard look. “I’m not stupid, Tim. Bruce Wayne is obviously Superman. His face is right there.”

Oh, the others are going to love this! Too bad I can’t tell Damian or Jason. Jason especially would have loved this. “Right. Bruce is Superman.”

“He is. Superman is known for being nice and Bruce Wayne’s basically all that’s keeping the city running at this point. That’s nice as hell.”

Oh my god.

“And Wayne does charity for the victims of cataclysms, doesn't he? I bet he first saves people from them as Superman and then builds them new homes for free.”

Oh my god! Why am I not recording this!?

“And the Wayne’s were rich enough to hide the fact they adopted an alien baby.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “If you’re about to tell me this is why Bruce’s parents got killed, you might want to stop while you’re ahead.”

“It’d make sense. There’re all sorts of unanswered questions about their deaths,” Bernard muttered under his breath, flipping through the folder. He pulled out another picture of Kara. This time she was in full Supergirl attire with a bus held overhead. “So if Wayne is Superman, then that’d mean your ex-girlfriend could be Supergirl. They look a lot alike and it’d explain how she got involved with you all.”

“Bernard, she has a human dad. You know, Cluemaster. The supervillain.”

“Yeah, her dad. But we don’t know anything about her mom!”

“Let me guess…”

Bernard pulled out a picture of Karen. She and Helena were suited up and talking to a group of cops, two goons held over each of Karen’s shoulders. “Her mom could be Power Girl! Some makeup and a wig and she could look just like Crystal Brown! And Damian Wayne is obviously the new Superboy! That’s why his background is such a mystery, right? He had to stay a secret until he could control his alien superpowers. That’s why he’s always so mean. It’s a cover since everyone knows Superboy is super sweet!”

Sure, when he’s not helping Damian pull pranks or using his adorable powers to put the blame on Kon and I. “No, Bernard. Damian and Steph are just very human hellspawn. And Bruce and Crystal are human too. I can’t believe you called me over here just to tell me you think Superman is both Batman’s sugar daddy and my adoptive dad.”

“Well, that’s not exactly why I called you over,” Bernard admitted, the nervous energy coming back. He grabbed Tim’s hands. “Tim -”

Tim’s stomach sank. “You are breaking up with me!”

“What? No! I don’t want to break up!”

“Why are you acting all nervous and serious then!?” Tim asked, pulling his hands away to throw them up in the air.

Bernard shook the folder. “Because I’m trying to tell you I figured out you’re Superboy!”

Tim’s brain blue-screened and his hands slowly dropped. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I know you’re Superboy. The older one, obviously. By the way, you and Damian really need to figure out separate names.”

Forget Jason and Damian, Kon can never find out about this. He’d never let me live it down. “Bernard, you called me a twink five minutes ago. Su-” Shoot, I can not risk getting Kon’s attention! “The older one might not be as big as Superman, but he’s not a twink.”

“Well, yeah, that’s the shapeshifting at work.”

“The what?”

“Obviously you Kryptonians can shapeshift. Why else would you look so much like humans?”

… Why do Kryptonians look so much like humans? Was there some - Wait, no! Break into the Fortress of Solitude for research later! Reassure your boyfriend that you’re not an alien now! “Bernard -”

“And that explains why your step-mom was so hot.”

“Gross.”

“She and your dad were actors hired by Luthor so you could have a normal life! But now Bruce has custody so he adopted you.”

“No.”

“That’s why you and your dad were so weird with each other when I met him.”

“We were weird because he’d just gotten out of a coma not long before to find that his wife was dead so he decided to actually be a dad for once in his life, but overcompensated and became a helicopter parent to a kid who was mostly on his own for his entire life!” Tim blurted out. “I am not an alien, Bernard!”

“Well, not technically since you were cloned from Superman on Earth.”

“Oh my god! You were just talking about Steph being Supergirl! Why would I date my dad’s cousin?”

Bernard blinked. “Supergirl and Superman are cousins?”

Right, Timothy Drake-Wayne wasn’t supposed to know that. “I thought they’d said something like that before, yeah. Are people seriously saying I’m Superboy on the internet?”

“NO! No, I swear I would have led with that if I thought your identity was compromised. A few people have mentioned Wayne and Damian, but not you or Steph or Jason.”

“Wh-Jason!? You think Jason was an alien too!”

“No, not exactly, but a few times when I’ve visited I swear I’ve seen a guy in the manor who looks like Jason. It’s just been out of the corner of my eye and he’s gone whenever I look so I’ve always thought it was just Dick or Bruce or some picture of Jason that my mind was playing tricks with, but it makes sense now that I know Wayne is Superman. He must have been able to heal Jason with alien tech, but couldn’t say anything because that would give away that he’s Superman.”

Damn it Jason! And damn it Bernard! I’m dating the smartest moron in the world! “Bruce did not bring Jason back with alien technology and none of us are aliens!”

“It’s okay, Tim. I won’t tell anyone.”

Tim grabbed Bernard by the jacket and pulled him into a kiss. When he started to feel lightheaded, he pulled back, “Could someone whose skin is as solid as stone kiss like that?”

Bernard blinked dazedly at him for a moment. “How do you know what Superboy’s skin feels like?”

Tim screamed internally. “He’s saved me from a kidnapping before.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can get you the police report if you want.”

“Huh… And the others?”

“Not Supers. I can stab Damian the next time we’re at the manor if that’ll prove none of us are aliens.” He’d rather stab Jason, but that would probably only confirm to Bernard that Bruce used alien technology to bring him back.

“You probably shouldn’t stab your brother if he isn’t an alien.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I won’t stab him anywhere deadly.”

“That’s not the point,” Bernard said slowly.

“He’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.”

“So do you believe I’m not an alien now?” Tim huffed, letting go of Bernard’s jacket.

The blond’s eyes dipped down to Tim’s lips. “If I say no, will you kiss me like that again?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Tim said, but he kissed him anyway.

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“Okay, but I still say Clark Kent is definitely Batman.”

“Sure, Bernard.”

#Tim Drake #robin #red robin #bernard dowd #timber #fanfiction

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allgaeswelcome · 2 years

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Carol and Valkyrie Babysitting Peter and Shuri

Headcanons that no one asked for:

-Aunt May is out of town on the same weekend that the Wakandan embassy is visiting

-Peter and Shuri end up spending Saturday night at the tower and Valkyrie’s visiting from New Asgard and promises to make sure that they don’t get into TOO much trouble.

-Carol comes over too.

-Peter and Shuri spend the afternoon running around the tower, (loosely monitored by Valkyrie) testing out a few of Shuri’s new inventions and swimming in Tony’s olympic-sized pool until Carol comes in, doing a cannonball from one of the balconies, telling them that it’s time for dinner.

-Valkyrie had a couple of Asgardians cook something Norwegian with a pronunciation that stumped the Americans and Wakandan.

-After dinner, the Science Kids, as the Avengers affectionately referred to the crew of High Schoolers that hung out in Bruce’s lab, go back upstairs to keep testing Shuri’s theory that Vibranium could be added to Peter’s web fluid.

-Carol cleans up the dishes while Valkyrie answers some more emails (some parts of being King suck)

-Then Carol goes upstairs to make sure that the teenagers are staying safe and ends up getting roped into testing the different webs on different types of materials

-Dish soap containers, a glass of orange juice that Shuri accidentally tossed onto Peter, and one of the support beams on the outside of the lab, you get the idea.

-Carol tests different web materials against her temperature and blast powers. Only one or two of the twenty or so formulas Peter and Shuri had brought to test actually make it

-At some point after overindulging the Science Kids, Carol notices that it’s starting to get late and that she needs to get home and take care of her kiddo.

-Says goodbye to Shuri and Peter, then runs downstairs and tells Valkyrie that she’s responsible for making sure that the others don’t burn the place down until Bruce stops by in the morning to check in on a project.

-At some point later, Valkyrie heads upstairs and finds them sitting in a hammock made out of vibranium-enhanced spider webbing, covered in one of Shuri’s blankets and watching True Crime re-runs.

-Both of them are asleep so Valkyrie turns off the light and the TV and goes back downstairs.

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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Fuck Misogyny

request: Bucky uses his newly gained knowledge of feminism to squash misogynistic interview questions. @ptrs-prkrs

warnings: language, creepy men, feminist!bucky

a/n: hey babes!! i hope this lived up to what you wanted! i couldn’t find the exact video you were referencing but i know what you’re talking about, so i drew inspiration from a few others.

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

xoxo ray

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The set up was simple. A long row of fold out tables covered in black fabric, microphones in front of each seat. Black papers were taped to the backs of the microphones with each team member's name. Bucky had told Evie that he wasn’t going to be able to work out with her today because of this so it better be worth it. The PR manager for the team, Amanda, had set everything up. Hired the mediator, notified the press, everything. Ever since they announced that they were going to be hosting an Avenger’s Q&A Panel, the internet quite literally broke.

Of course Bucky had been doing lives on TikTok with the group of five for the past couple of weeks now, so he was becoming quite comfortable in this format. He’s become increasingly active on his social media accounts, gaining more and more followers everyday. Granted, there were still haters, as Freddie called them, but Bucky ignored them for the most part.

Bucky was actually excited for this press meeting. He was finally gaining traction in the media and he knew how to correctly answer their questions. As Amanda had explained, there was going to be several questions from the mediator, tons from the press that they had invited, and then some fan questions as well. They apparently were going to be live streaming the conference on YouTube allowing them to read the comments and questions as it went on.

“Okay, everyone. You have two minutes until we start.” The team was in an empty board room in the Hilton hotel. Tony didn’t want everyone on the compound’s grass because he just had it fixed. Bucky scanned his fellow teammates. It was impossible for everyone to dress for the same event. Steve was wearing a shirt that was almost bursting at the seams with a pair of jeans and sneakers.

Tony was wearing a lovely Tom Ford, three piece, two-button, of course. Natasha and Wanda were wearing ripped jeans and casual tops. Vision was wearing a sweater vest and slacks, Bruce was clad in slacks as well a jacket covering his shoulders. Sam was wearing a button-up shirt and pressed jeans and he couldn’t find Clint anywhere, probably hiding in the rafters again.

Bucky had his iconic leather jacket donning his shoulders, a pair of slightly ripped jeans. His outfit was picked out by Cassie and Penny. “You need to look like you care but like you don’t at the same time.” Is what they said, the phrase made Bucky shake his head. His hair had finally started growing back and he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it.

He had gotten help from Evie before he left Cassie’s apartment. She had pulled back the top half, braiding back two sections into the bun at the back of his head. There were pieces dangling in front of his eyes, “to accentuate the facial features, trust me they’ll love it.” Was Evie’s explanation as they pushed him out of the apartment, so he wouldn’t be late.

“Alright guys! They’re calling your names!” The team filed out of the board room and into a large ballroom. Bottles of water were placed beside each placemat. Tony went out first, followed by Steve, then Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Wanda, Vision, Sam and ending with Bucky. They all settled into their seats, Bucky peeled his jacket off himself, placing it on the back of his chair. His black short sleeved shirt highlighted the gold inlays of his vibranium arm.

“Oh, I see we’re showing some muscle today huh, Buck?” Sam teased as Bucky took his seat next to him. Bucky groaned in realization, covering his microphone so it didn’t pick up what he planned to say.

“Good God, is this what it’s going to be like the entire panel? You just bugging the shit outta me?” They shared a laugh making the rest of the members look at the pair. The audience clapped as they were introduced and continued clapping as they assembled before them.

“Thank you. We would like to welcome everyone to the first, of hopefully many, Avenger’s Q&A Panel.” The female mediator, Stacey, read the assigned lines off the sheet on her podium. “We are going to start with questions we curated for the team and then open it up to the members of the press. After that we will turn to our live stream and answer some viewer questions.” The press rustled in their seats, pulling out pens and journals as well as their phones to record. “Okay, starting off with a question directed at the Avengers in general. How are you feeling about coming before the media in this type of format?” Glances were exchanged between the members, not sure on who was going to start.

“I feel that this is a great way for the general public to learn a little bit more about each individual team member.” Vision was the first to respond and Steve added on.

“Yeah, I definitely think that there’s a common misconception that we don’t want to engage with the media or the general public. We do, unfortunately due to the amount of research and training that we are doing behind the scenes, it just goes to the back of our minds.”

“Right. So Tony and Bruce, we all know that you two are geniuses. What are your feelings on expanding the teachings of STEM courses to not only high school, but as far back as elementary school or even kindergarten?” The pair thought about the question before answering.

“Well, I definitely think that offering STEM-based classes at a younger age would be beneficial, especially if we were to allow the kids to continue to switch what they want to focus on.” Bruce started. “It’s incredibly anxiety-inducing for teenagers to have to decide what they’re going to do with their life right before they are thrust into an unforgiving world.”

“Yeah, I’ll never understand why we do that to our future leaders, it’s honestly baffling. Why do American schools wait until high school to require our children to learn foriegn languages, they aren’t going to retain that information. The same applies for such comprehensive courses like STEM-based ones. If you wait until their brains are already developed so far, then they’ve already decided what they think is interesting and if they don’t find those courses interesting then they aren’t going to pay attention.” Tony finished Bruce's thought before nodding to each other smugly, obviously proud of themselves for answering the question so well.

“Interesting that you see it that way. This last one goes out to everyone and then we’ll open it up to the reporters. How do you deal with the stress and anxiety that comes with being an Avenger? Do you feel a certain amount of pressure to always do the right thing?” Stacey shuffled her papers, tapping them twice on the podium.

“We all have our own routines and ways that we decompress after missions so that really just depends on the person. Like I think that Bruce listens to opera music, and Wanda mediatates, Tony tinkers. It depends on the person.” Natasha answered concisely, making Bucky nod his head. He could recall all of those things to be true.

“Oh definitely, and it doesn’t hurt that we have a former VA Trauma Counselor on board to help us work through the harder stuff.” Steve added a gesture of his head to Sam.

“Speaking of that Sam, just a quick question before we open it up. How difficult was it for you to transition from regular Air Force missions to Avenger level missions?” Sam made a face at Stacey before answering.

“Um, I mean, it’s not that different. You’re always fighting one of the Big Three-- aliens, androids, or wizards, no matter what department you’re working with. The only transition I had to deal with was the Tony Stark-erized suits. Now that I think of it, Tony, can we make it tighter?” Sam quipped making the room laugh with ease.

“Alright, well now we’re going to open it up to the reporters. Starting with this gentleman in the front and then if we could also give a microphone to someone on that side of the room. Okay, thank you.” The first reporter stood up, holding the microphone in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Hello. John from Huffington Post. The Avengers inspire almost everyone around the world, so we would like to know who inspires you? Who do you look up to in terms of your idols?” He sat back down as the team contemplated their answers.

“Gandhi.” Bruce said, Tony snapped his fingers and pointed at him then added. “Pepper, she’s so amazing.” Steve looked down to Bucky, who shrugged.

“I would probably have to say that my sister, Sarah, inspires me. She raised her two sons, Cas and AJ, by herself after the Blip and was able to keep the family business going.” Sam’s answer made Bucky smile. Sam had brought him to their house in Delacroix, he remembered waking up to Cas and AJ playing in the kitchen, happy giggles filtering through reminding him of his time in Wakanda. By the time that Bucky had refocused on the conversation they had moved on without his answer. Several different questions went by, all directed to the team at large, until Chad.

“Hi, I’m Chad for the Daily Mail. My question is for Wanda and Natasha.” The pair of women perked up, excited to have a specific question. “Do you find that your equipment hinders you in doing your job as well as your male counterparts?” Stunned expressions settled over the womens faces, then annoyance. Bucky’s brows shot up to his hairline, appalled that someone had the balls to ask that. Wanda and Natasha handled the question with grace and much more restraint than Bucky would have.

“Well for me, I am able to move things with my mind so I can throw things randomly at people even if I’m not in the room. I’ve been very fortunate to work with Natasha who has Widow training, so my hand to hand combat is improving immensely. And being able to work with Princess Shuri in Wakanda to learn how to fully control my powers. It’s an ever evolving process that I’m always excited to take on.” Bucky nodded and turned his attention to Natasha.

“My favorite thing is training with either Steve or Bucky because they push me to do my best. We all have our specialties here and it’s nice to learn new skills or improve old ones with people who support you.” Natasha sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, throwing daggers with her eyes at Chad in the audience, waiting for him to say something else. Chad stood again, yelling so he could be heard over the crowd’s commotion.

“That’s great, ladies, but forgive me, you didn’t answer the question I asked.” Bucky pushed forward in his seat, leaning into his microphone.

“I’m sorry, I think I misunderstood what you asked them then. I would like for you to clarify what you mean by equipment.” Chad balked, not expecting a male’s voice to respond.

“You know what’s implied by equipment, sir.” Bucky’s jaw clenched at the man.

“Did you just ask two of the most capable women that I’ve ever known, if their equipment, which I’m assuming you’re referring their breasts, made it to where they couldn’t do their job as good as the rest of their male counterparts. Just to be clear, that’s what you’re asking?” Chad stuttered as he answered yes.

“Right, well first off that’s disgusting. Just a bit of background for you, Wanda is the strongest Avenger here, plain and simple. As for Natasha, she’s the smartest woman I’ve ever met and she can take down every single male here.” Bucky took a breath before continuing. “So, what I think you really want to know is how they encourage their teammates to keep up with them.” He dropped his head to look at the two women down the line.

“Don’t worry Chad, I’ll ask them the right question, since you can’t quite seem to understand how to respect women.” The team was holding back snickers at Chad’s reaction. “Wanda, Natasha. Chad wants to know how the hell you push your male teammates to be just as good as you are. What are your strategies to keep us on our toes while training?” Claps sounded from the women press members and Bucky awaited the pair's response. The next press member stood and asked a question.

“Hi, I’m Chloe from Vanity Fair. This question goes to everyone on the panel.” Bucky settled in for another question that didn’t matter. “How do you continue to be aware of things happening in our society today? Do you keep up-to-date through new channels, or social media?” The answers were rather generic from the team, all of them rather uncomfortable from the tension that Bucky and Chad had created. Stacey interrupted after Chloe’s question.

“Okay, we’re going to open it up to viewer questions from our live stream.” An iPad was placed on the podium in front of Stacey and her eyebrows rose. “Okay, there’s quite a variety here. Here’s one for Steve and Bucky.” Bucky perked up, nervous to answer because his adrenaline had worn off.

“One viewer asks, ‘Steve and Bucky, being from the 40’s, women were treated like second thoughts and were talked about like objects. Now, you’re in the 21st century, not much has changed. What have you been doing to support feminist causes?’”

“I just want to say that everyone should be answering this. It’s true that during the 40’s women were not treated the right way, and they still aren’t today. An 18 year old can’t walk down the street at nine o’clock at night without being catcalled. I am a proud feminist, as everyone should be. I think that as a team we are doing pretty well in that department. As far as what I’m doing to support feminist causes, I’m doing as much as I can. I actually recently enrolled in online classes to expand my knowledge on many subjects, seeing as how I am from the 40’s and all.” The crowd laughed along with Bucky.

“Almost all of my classes have to do with either psychology or gender studies, it’s a fascinatingly haunting subject. One book that I’m reading right now was suggested to me by my friend Cassie, it’s called Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women that a Movement Forgot. The author doesn’t let up and I’m only halfway through it. Look, I’m still educating myself, but I’m a strong believer in doing what is right for everyone, so I’m trying. Thankfully I have a few people keeping me in check as far as my actions.” Bucky thought his response was well thought out for being an on the fly question. He was new to the concept of feminism but that didn’t change the fact that it made total sense.

“I’m with Bucky on this. The 40’s were a rough time. I remember the first time I met Peggy Carter, I was astonished that a woman could be in such a powerful position. One of the first things she did after I met her was punch out someone who made a sexual comment to her. I’ve been supporting feminist causes ever since working with Peggy.” Steve added, a sad smile spreading on his face reminiscing Peggy.

“This one says, ‘As a total fan of all of you, I love seeing what you post on your social media accounts. When are the rest of the Avengers going to follow Bucky’s lead and download TikTok?’” Bucky’s head flew back into a full body laugh. Tony shifted forward in his seat, pointing his finger at the laughing man down the table.

“I would just like to say he didn’t get that approved before doing it. However, it did go over really well, so we’ll consider it.” Wanda’s mouth rolled inwards, stifling her laughter.

“We’ll consider it, you’re such an old man. Most of us have TikTok already, we just don’t make content on it like Barnes over here.” Sam said, tossing his head in Bucky’s direction.

“I’ve got like three videos on there!” Bucky and Sam began bantering back and forth.

“Yeah and one of them is dancing to a Cardi B song! Who even showed you that? I thought you only like 40’s music?” Bucky made a face at the man.

“Uh, just because I didn’t like your suggestions for music doesn’t mean I don’t have taste. My Spotify playlist is filling out quite nicely, Wilson.” Bucky and Sam didn’t quit fighting from then on, just little jabs at each other under the table.

“Here’s a good one,” Stacey had a smile on her face, “Are you allies of the LGBTQ+ community?” Bucky responded quickly with no hesitation.

“Yes, many of my friends are members of the Alphabet Mafia. Why wouldn’t we be?” Wanda nodded at his question, laughing at his use of the phrase Alphabet Mafia.

“Yeah, absolutely. I mean, I’m dating a fucking android, I’d be pretty hypocrictal if I wasn’t an ally. Nat, Clint what about you?” Clint bobbed his head in response.

“Oh yeah. We all are, even the Star Spangled Man with a Plan.” Steve’s shoulders shook with laughter at Clint’s nickname for him. The team broke out into laughter, joining Steve. Stacey cleared her throat, commanding the attention of the room again.

“Alright, everybody! That’s it for today.” She glanced down at her papers. “We would like to thank everyone for coming out today and joining the Avengers Q&A Panel. At this time we are unaware, if we will be conducting another one of these, but the odds look good based on the response.” The team filed out of the ballroom and into the empty boardroom. Bucky was the last to get into the room and he was approached by Natasha and Wanda immediately. Wanda wrapped her arms around him in a bear hug.

“That was so sick, Bucky!” She stepped back and Natasha offered him a side hug as well. “Where’d you learn all that? And since when are you taking online classes?”

“That guy was being an asshole, he needed to be put in his place. I hope you guys didn’t feel like I overstepped or anything.” Bucky hung his arm over Wanda’s shoulder, leaning his weight on her. “And I started about two months ago. They’re going really well, I’m learning a lot and enjoying it surprisingly. It’s a good thing to do in my free time since I’m not always on missions.”

“I’m proud of you James, that was impressive.” Natasha complimented him, she wasn’t usually a woman of many words so that was a lot. Bucky smiled at her, nodding his head. His phone began buzzing in his back pocket, so he excused himself from their conversation. His screen displayed one of Evie’s senior pictures, signalling that she was calling him. He pushed the green button and brought the phone to his ear to answer her call.

“Hello?” She ignored his greeting with a squeal.

“Check your Twitter! Bucky, you’re trending! Here I’m putting you on speaker, we’re all here Buck!” Shuffling noises were heard through the speaker as Evie began reading the tweets to Bucky. Laughs from Cassie, Freddie and Penny could be heard behind Evie’s voice.

“Oh my gosh Eve! Just let the man get back to what he was doing!” Freddie yelled at an excited Evie, who retaliated with a scoff.

“Okay, okay! Just remember we have a movie night tomorrow! It’s Penny’s turn to pick so we don’t know what to expect.” Evie mumbled the last part into her phone speaker. Bucky heard the impact of a pillow hit Evie, causing her to grunt in pain. “Okay! We’ll talk to you later, Buck! See you soon!” She hung up the phone before he could get a word in edgewise. Bucky shook his head as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. Amanda approached Bucky asking to speak with him privately.

“So we’re getting a flood of interview requests from networks and papers. We would like to start running with this. We’ll have to go over everything with our PR guy, Ryan, but it should work out. As long as you’re comfortable with all of this.” Bucky smiled and nodded, following after Amanda as she continued explaining what would happen going forward.

He was nervous, of course, but he could tell these nerves were coming from a place of excitement instead of fear, which was a new sensation for the man. It wasn’t unwelcome, it was the same as when he first started hanging out with Cassie, Penny, Freddie and Evie. It was the same when he went on his first mission with the team. Bucky was ready to tackle this next adventure, whatever it would entail.

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missmentelle · 3 years

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Hi! Do you have any book recommendations about psychology/therapy for non-therapists that are just interested in these kind of subjects?

I do, in fact!

Here are some of my favourites, with links to their Goodreads pages. Please keep in mind that they cover some extremely intense topics: Crazy: A Father’s Search Through America’s Mental Health Madness (Pete Earley) - this is easily one of the best books I’ve read about the abysmal state of the American mental health system, and the history of how we got here. The author, an investigative journalist, tells the story of the American healthcare system through the lens of a more personal story - that of his son, who was arrested on felony charges after breaking into a neighbour’s home during a manic episode, only for the family to discover that they had very few legal options available to help their child.

The Boy Who Was Raised as a Dog: And Other Stories from a Child Psychiatrist's Notebook (Bruce D. Perry) - an extremely honest (and very disturbing) collection of real-life stories of deeply traumatized children who were treated by Dr. Perry, one of the first child psychiatrists to recognize the role that poverty and trauma have on brain development. Each case is accompanied by an explanation of the neurology and science of the trauma behind it, and how that science contributed to the ultimate outcome of the case.

Girl, Interrupted (Susanna Kayson) - this book is pretty much the “OG” of mental health memoirs. It gives a very honest look into the two years the author spent in a psychiatric institution as a teenager, from 1967 to 1969, receiving treatment for borderline personality disorder. (if the title of this book seems familiar, it’s probably because it was made into a hit movie in 1999).

The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales (Oliver Sacks) - if you study the field of psychology, you will eventually read an Oliver Sacks book. It’s a given. Dr. Sacks was a neurologist who treated people with a wide variety of brain injuries and neurological conditions - he compiled several books about his most unusual cases, but this one is probably the most famous.

An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness (Kay Redfield Jamison) - probably one of the most interesting memoirs you’ll ever read about living with bipolar disorder. The author was a highly successful clinical psychologist when she developed bipolar disorder, and realized that even her advanced knowledge of the disorder was no match for her own brain telling her that nothing was wrong. The book details her attempts to understand and manage her disorder as she returns to her highly successful career.

The Glass Castle (Jeannette Walls) - not a scientific book about mental illness, but a beautifully-written memoir about a life lived in the shadow of it. Walls tells the story of her childhood, growing up in a wildly dysfunctional and semi-nomadic family. She details her complicated relationship with her (likely) mentally ill parents who taught her to see the beauty in the world, but were unable to provide the kind of safety and stability that she needed. This was also made into a movie in 2017.

Prozac Nation (Elizabeth Wurtzel) - another “classic” (and somewhat controversial) mental health memoir. The author gives an extremely frank and honest look into her struggle with atypical depression as a young woman living in New York City and attending Harvard University in the 1970s. Her book was turned into a movie in 2001. You may have seen this book mentioned in the news lately, as the author recently passed away from cancer.

Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men (Lundy Bancroft) - if you spend enough time on relationship blogs and subreddits, you’ll see a recommendation for this book eventually. Written by a man with decades of experience running treatment programs for abusers, this book offers a detailed explanation of the patterns, tactics and behaviours seen in men who abuse their partners, as well as the rationale driving those behaviours.

The Psychopath Whisperer: The Science of Those Without Conscience (Kent Kiehl) - one of my personal favourites as someone who concentrated in forensic psychology. This book takes a scientific look at the construct of “psychopaths”, explaining the neurology and scientific studies behind the condition, and dispelling popular myths about what a psychopath actually is (hint: it’s not at all like the movies).

The Anatomy of Violence: The Biological Roots of Crime (Adrian Raine) - another favourite book from my time in grad school. This one is on the denser side, but still accessible to a layperson - it outlines some of the science and biology that underpins violent crime, and explores the reasons that some people grow up to do horrific things, and others just don’t.

Hope this answers your question! Happy reading! MM

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