#clark basically being like “I hate my evil dad so I’m going to run away and live with my big brother instead”

[bisexualmultifandommess]

I might be remembering wrong but I remember an episode of Smallville where there was a universe where Clark was raised as a Luthor instead of a Kent and he’s evil or something and hates Lex

But I love the idea of a similar universe where Clark hates Lionel and just decided “fuck it I’m going to run away and live with Lex instead” and just speeds off to Smallville meanwhile Lex is just so exasperated that his brother has run away from home but is also like yeah I’ll let you stay

#clark basically being like “I hate my evil dad so I’m going to run away and live with my big brother instead” #lex is like “dads going to kill us but sure” #ooh the potential angst of lex leaving and clark feeling like he’s been abandoned and has to deal with lionel #in this new au clark still meets the kents and becomes their surrogate son #because they see this runaway kid and are like “he’s out son now” #smallville #superman #smallville au #alternate universe #au #clark kent #clark luthor #lex luthor #lionel luthor

[thevindicativevordan]

My Superfamily Set-Up

By and large I’m fairly happy with the upcoming Infinite Frontier status quo for the Superfamily. Granted that’s in part because I’m still convinced Kara will get an ongoing or mini in 2021, probably to coincide with her show returning, and PKJ hinted at plans for Steel on Twitter. But Kon has escaped the Titans dumpsterfire for a little while, and I’ve heard good things about Thompson as a writer as well. Kenan is popping back up in a one shot written by Yang that will hopefully herald more appearances in Batman/Superman. Jon is still co-protagonist with Clark in the main books, Tanya is in the Future State Shazam book and also a candidate for the FS Justice League book, so hopefully she’ll be in Titans Academy, and Lois is poised to be a big player in the upcoming Checkmate mini by Bendis. So fingers crossed, all the core members of the Superfamily will be in stuff come end of 2021.

Now that said, were DC to suddenly realize that I alone can save Superman, and asked me what kind of status quo I would like (whether for a mainline or Elseworld book makes no difference to me), this is the basic set up that I would go with:

Superman - I’d do a traditional status quo. Superman is disguised as Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter, married to Lois Lane, etc. I’d have Ma and Pa go back to being dead since I still am not a fan of them being alive. Note that this isn’t a reaction against Bendis, I loved Bendis’ run, but I do want to play with the traditional status quo a little bit before diving into something different. Especially since so many Superman writers have traditionally completely wasted the potential of Superman’s status quo.

Lois Lane - Similar to Superman I’d go with a more traditional status quo at the start. She works at the Daily Planet, she and Clark are married, she’s the best reporter in town, etc. I would eventually have her take over as editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet from Perry, I thought that was a great idea the New 52 wasted, and I love the idea of her and Cat Grant being rivals with the Daily Planet and Catco competing. 

Jon Kent - I’d restore kid Jon and toss him back to the Super Sons, not because I think what’s been done with him has been bad, but mostly because I don’t want to write him as Superman, I want to write Clark. Jon seems to be being set up to be co-Superman, and I just don’t have any interest in writing that. To restore kid Jon without destroying Bendis’ run which I enjoyed, I’d explain that teen Jon is actually the “evil” Jon we saw from the Super Sons of Tomorrow future. He went back in time and rescued his kid self from Earth 3, and explained to him that he wanted to prevent that future from coming to pass, but that he needed to take his younger self’s place to do so. Kid Jon agreed, after all he was terrified of becoming evil in both Tomasi’s Super Sons of Tomorrow and Bendis The Man of Steel, and has basically been in hiding watching the events and also studying Hypertime so he can learn how to avoid ending up evil. 

Clark and Lois would blow up at the Jons for the lie when Teen Jon judges he’s changed things enough for his kid self to return, but both Jons could point out that both Clark and Lois have kept secrets when they deemed it necessary from each other and Jon. That would be a neat conversation to have, and a way to continue the untraditional family dynamic that Bendis set up. You could keep teen Jon as a time anomaly until Hypertime catches up with him and restores him to his timeline, with him continuing to be Superman as penance, while kid Jon goes and pals around with Damian in Williamson’s Robin or whatever.

Superwoman/Kara Zor-El - I like the idea of Kara “graduating” to the Superwoman name. It’s open right now given Lana’s retirement, and I think it would suit Kara. I would keep Kara in National, it’s her own little corner to play in, but I would keep that development from (I believe it was) Andrea Shea, where Kara gets fired from Catco because she’s a terrible intern due to always running off to be a heroine. She and Kal talk, Kara admits she doesn’t really want to be a journalist, and so she goes and interns at STAR Labs. I hate how DC keeps turning all the members of the Superfamily into Clark clones. It’s goddamn stupid and I want them to please STOP. Why the hell would Kara want to go into journalism anyway? We’ve never even seen a damn journalist on Krypton! It’s a stupid thing they did on the TV show because they wanted to swipe Clark’s stuff. Let Kara be the scientist of the Els, the one who carries on the family tradition. What form that takes is something I’m open too, I liked Venditti making her interested in history in his annual, maybe make Kara an anthropologist? That would be hilarious. 

Also give Lena to Supergirl, they can be best friends, enemies, lovers, I don’t care. But Lena is wasting away in a vault under Lexcorp last we saw, and that’s a damn shame considering how popular CW Lena is. I’d also add Natasha Irons (who I’d rename Mastersmith) and Tanya Spears (Powerhouse) to Supergirl’s supporting cast, they could play off each other as three supergenuis women).

Kon-El/Conner Kent/Scion - I’m really excited to see what Thompson is going to do with Kon on the Suicide Squad, but here’s what I would do with him. Kon would finally be able to shake off the Superboy moniker and leave that to Jon. Instead he’d take the name “Scion” as a reflection of his origins, and a tie-in to his new status quo. In the wake of Death Metal, Lex Luthor would abruptly step down as head of Lexcorp, stating that he needs time to redefine himself in the wake of his latest attempt to justify himself as the true hero by serving Perpetua, ending up with him needing Superman to save the day again. While he is away, he’s turned over complete control of Lexcorp to his sole heir: Conner. Conner is now head of one of the evilest megacorps in existence, and is one of the wealthiest men alive. Conner knows this is just another maneuver by Lex in his neverending crusade against Superman, but he’s determined to not just be another pawn. He accepts control, renames Lexcorp Superman, Inc. His mission will be to transform the megacorp into the force for good it pretends to be. Conner will have to take on not only Lex loyalists and traitorous underlings who would love to be CEO themselves within Lexcorp, but new megacorps who have flocked to Metropolis in hope of establishing themselves, now that the former Master of Metropolis has abdicated his throne. Threats within and threats without, but armed with the powers/morals of Superman and the charm/brains of Lex Luthor, Kon is just cocky enough to think he can handle it.

John Henry Irons/Steel - It will be a big year for John Henry Irons. His private company Steelworks is about to go public and make him a billionaire. Lana Lang has accepted his marriage proposal and they’re due to be wed. His niece Natasha has left the nest and is off working at STAR Labs. Irons is posed to finally resurrect the decrepit Suicide Slum and allow it to catch up to the rest of the City of Tomorrow. However there are problems: new megacorps are moving into the city in the wake of Lex Luthor leaving, people are disappearing from Suicide Slum with dark rumors are spreading about the reasons why, and the people of Suicide Slum are accusing Irons of planning to gentrify the borough. Making matters worse, weapons that Irons designed as a young man are appearing on the streets of Metropolis, attracting negative attention from the media and putting Steelworks at risk. Irons is going to have to suit up and take up the fight all over Metropolis, from the darkest levels of the Undercity, to the bright deceptive board rooms at the top of skyscrapers in the city’s heart. Irons will have to reckon with his past to secure his future, and confront the evil Metropolis would rather pretend doesn’t exist.

Kenan Kong/New Super-Man - Look just give Yang a damn Kenan book and let him go wild. Right now is either the best or worst time to give Kenan a book given the situation with Hong Kong, but if anyone is equipped to deal with it, it’s Yang. I’ll just add that I would love to see Kenan on a Global Guardians team, but I’d also love to see Justice League of China as a spinoff book of the main Justice League. Kenan is as close as DC has come to their own Spider-Man/Invincible take on Superman, Jon sadly hasn’t really differentiated himself from his dad while Kenan is VERY different. I would love to see Kenan pushed more and would buy a new book in a heartbeat. Also put out a damn New Super-Man omnibus Jim Lee, for God’s sake can’t you abuse your power to push the character you wanted created and is actually good unlike most of Wildstorm? You’re shoving Grifter back into everything but not Kenan? Christ.

So yeah that’s the Superfamily status quo I’d establish. Keeping my Clark and Lois ideas close to my chest for now, but I might go into more detail later.

#superman #superfamily #lois lane #jon kent #kenan kong #steel #supergirl #superwoman #dc comics #new super-man

[jasontoddiefor]

Happy Batfam Fanfic Halloween!

As a special, I tracked down some stories dealing with the Halloween classics: ghosts, vampires and zombies! Today you get 24 spooky stories under the cut!

We’ll return to our regular schedule on Sunday with Billionaire Batfam & Galas fanfic recs.

Have fun and don‘t forget to leave these scary authors a comment!

Title: 106 Summary: Clark receives a letter from a mysterious sender every February 29th. Though figuring out the identity of the sender (and the purpose of the letters) gets put on the back burner when Clark Kent meets Bruce Wayne and his world drastically changes. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6139063

Title: A Victorian Farmhouse in Kansas, a Portrait Painted in 1903, a 1920s Reporter, and a Couple Vampires Summary: Lois Lane finds herself in the midst of a mystery with photographs from Clark Kent's desk in the middle. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7195901

Title: All the Living are Dead, and the Dead are All Living Summary: Bruce Wayne first sees the ghosts that fateful night when he watches his parents die. Martha and Thomas Wayne aren't among them. Years later, Homicide Detective Bruce Wayne witnesses the death of the acrobatic Flying Graysons: John, Mary, and their young son Dick. He works to get them justice with the assistance of the youngest Grayson's ghost, but how will he say goodbye when Dick no longer has unfinished business and leaves the mortal plane once and for all? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1014699

Title: And Lost Boys Fly Summary: Bruce’s children are different; his children will never leave. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1922742

Title: because the night (belongs to lovers) Summary: "Mister Kent," Alfred says, his voice so soft that Clark barely hears him over the noise of the street. "I'm afraid I have some unfortunate news, and I wanted to tell you before the papers do." Clark hesitates, a frown creasing his brow. "What's wrong?" Alfred sighs, the sound rattling through the phone. "I won't mince words, Mister Kent. Master Bruce..." He falters. "Master Bruce passed away this morning." Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11907906

Title: bela lugosi’s dead Summary: Small towns seem even smaller when you’re trying to hide. When the entire family can’t keep a secret, Bruce Wayne--struggling vampire dad--finds out that they’re basically microscopic. “So, since there aren’t as many deer near the town this year, the state’s giving out individual buck tickets.” Jim said. “The seasonal hunters spoke with me, and we were hoping you could, uh,” he looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the subject matter. “...stick to the does until November.” “Stick to the does.” Bruce repeated, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah, uh.” he drew up short, struggling to form a response. “Uh huh, I think we could definitely, uh...do that.” Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15836742

Title: City Limits Summary: Gotham's urban legends aren't always toothless stories. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/691809

Title: Count Bat-cula Summary: Batman is totally not a vampire. No really, he's not. It's not his fault rumors spread. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15470145

Title: Eternal Soliloquy Summary: “Just because I’m not here, doesn’t mean I’m not here,” Jason insists. Not that it makes a difference; no one ever hears him. The one where Jason isn't resurrected, but that's not going to stop him from being a part of the family. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13790433

Title: Flutter, Flutter Little Bat Summary: Jason goes to the Manor on Halloween to hang out with Alfred while everyone else is out. In costume. The problem is, Bruce isn't out. Bruce is home. Jason ends up not hating that as much as he thought he would. Also, Bruce wears a costume to make his son happy. It works. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16449962

Title: I’ll Be Good Summary: Whatever happened to Tim Drake? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1035662

Title: jason the friendly ghost Summary: Jason isn’t gone. He lives in the memorial case and takes his job of haunting the cave only a little seriously. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1555727

Title: Misadventures in the Mythical Summary: Tim Drake was upset when his parents died. Not distraught, just upset. He was more concerned about what would happen to him now. When Tim's parents die, Bruce Wayne adopts him to make sure that he stays out of the foster system. It isn't long, though, before Tim starts noticing that not everything about the enigmatic Mr Wayne and his two sons, Dick and Jason, is what it appears to be. So, in typical Tim fashion, he begins to investigate. And it all goes downhill from there. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/129933

Title: Shadows Walking Summary: Many have tried to prove once and for all that Batman is a man. They’re tired of listening to all the speculation that he isn’t - that he’s a vampire, and instead of just blood he takes your soul, too. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21205718

Title: Sufficient Unto The Day (The Evil Thereof Remix) Summary: Robin wasn’t supposed to be the scary one. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/386331

Title: The Blood of the Covenant Summary: Bruce was twelve, —but with a birthday only a few days away he insisted everyone call him thirteen— and like most nearly thirteen year olds, Bruce went to school, hated homework, and loved nothing more than a root-beer float from the retro looking corner-store a block from school, or Alfred’s freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. With two eyes, two arms, and two knees he got scratched up from falling down in the grass a few too many times, he looked like most kids his age too. In fact, nothing about Bruce stood out at all among his wealthy classmates, except that he lived in a haunted mansion. Oh and also, his parents should be dead. I.e.: the Waynes Live But Get Turned Into Vampires™ fic literally no one asked for - but I made it angsty (and sweet) anyway. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18593824

Title: The Grave Answered Summary: Exactly six months after Jason's death, Bruce returns to the cemetery to talk to his son. He is almost used to it by now. He talks. The grave never answers. But tonight is different... Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12155388

Title: The Robin Effect Summary: Dick Grayson died on June 27 but his spirit remained lively. The fortune teller foretold it so. Predicted what must always remain true. Dick Grayson will always find a way to live on. To prevail. [AU were Dick never truly meets his end] Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19148227

Title: This is all all all that is real Summary: Bruce keeps seeing Jason after his death. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/889530

Title: Two Forms, One Soul Summary: When Dick Grayson asks Clark Kent for help, Clark finds his teammate and friend Bruce Wayne oddly changed. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/436292

Title: Under The Bed Summary: “He’s not going to eat you, you know.” Batman and Nightwing are vampires. Jason has some concerns. Dick does his best. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1187669

Title: What we leave behind Summary: "Who's Damian?" "My Friend. He lives here too!" - Bruce never managed to resurrect Damian. Now, years after the Waynes have passed on, the new inhabitants of Wayne Manor meet their daughter's imaginary friend. Ghost!Damian fic Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8208338

Title: When the Dead call Summary: Jason returns from the grave with the uncanny ability to see ghosts everywhere he goes, and unfortunately for him, the dead don't care about his carefully laid plans for Bruce and Gotham. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18705049

Title: When the Lightning walks about Summary: After losing their house in Star City, ex-billionaire Oliver Queen and his ward Roy Harper relocate to Gotham in an old abandoned manor. After a strange run-in with a boy, however, the abandoned house doesn't feel quite so abandoned. In fact, there are quite a few faces in the empty halls. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/967477

#dc #dc comics #batfam #batman #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #Stephanie Brown #Halloween #batfamrecs

[sometimesrosy]

Anonymous said:Will never get how people as for your opinions when your theories are always dead wrong 🤣

a’ight. let’s look at what I got wrong.

Wrong

i was wrong about the timing of a bellarke kiss. i make no apologies. i have claimed myself to be the captain of #teamfuckingkissalready and if you missed that bias, then that’s your own fault. HOWEVER, the theories that have inspired my certainty that bellarke is romantic are not wrong and have been confirmed every freaking season. I’m impatient. I didn’t see the need to wait. Then. I see it now. I mean I still want them to kiss.

Cannibalism. I never said it couldn’t happen. I did say I didn’t like it. And that’s mostly because I didn’t like the way the fandom was going after it and some of the bad theories made me want to ignore the good ones. I basically just wanted to stay out of it and people wouldn’t let me. They tried to force me to support it and so I had to explain my reasons for not liking it. I wouldn’t be considered wrong about it if people had left me alone to not address it.

That’s about it I think. Timing of bellarke kiss and cannibalism. If I think of anything more I’ll come back and add it. If i had theories that haven’t happened yet, they haven’t been proven wrong. If I had theories that I adjusted to fit as I got new information I’m not counting that as wrong I”m counting that as developing. Since the narrative is in progress. If I took some time to think about someone’s theory and changed from disagreeing to agreeing, I’m not counting that as wrong I’m counting that as being convinced, like with timejump (which was a SPOILER not a theory) and jordan being marper’s kid which I didn’t like but had to admit was probably true. I didn’t want them to die. 

All right. So you’re right. I’ve been wrong. My bad. Or whatever. I’m allowed. If you put yourself out there you’re going to miss a few shots. It’s part of life.

Now let’s move on to the things I’ve gotten right, which is harder to remember, because a lot of the time I see something before others and then after I explain it, they start agreeing and then it’s considered “obvious.” Despite me getting harassed for being audacious enough to predict it in the first place. I’ve only been making theories since s3 started, so that’s when my spec began. If I had a theory then, and it is still possible to interpret that theory through the story now, I’m going to call that theory correct. Interpretations are subjective, but to be accurate, they should be able to have canon support. So if I didn’t get Jossed by the canon, then they are counted in the right category, even if you don’t agree. So. 

Right

Dante’s Inferno. I said it would be the structure of s3. It was. It continued to show Purgatorio and looks like it’s heading to Paradiso. This theory has expanded to where I’m now predicting that the show will move away from tragedy and towards classic comedy, not ha ha comedy, but victory and marriage comedy.

Bellarke is endgame. I made this prediction after 3.05 when I realized they were symbolic of yin/yang, head/heart, knight/queen and must be together for anything to succeed. Not only was it true for s3 when people thought CL was endgame, but it has been true EVERY season and at the end of book 1. This prediction remains true and no matter who else has said they were dead or live, I’ve always maintained it. 

Bellarke is the backbone of the story. I used those exact words and JR then used them in the same way about one year later. 

Bellarke are soulmates. Someone said CL were soulmates, I said no, then thought about it and, due to the above endgame theories, realized that Bellarke were the soulmates of this story. This was confirmed one year later by JR

Bellarke visual story of Hands. I said that was the symbol of their relationship. S5 had them barely touching and no hand close ups, this shows how they weren’t really together. However, Bellamy was always fidgeting with his hands, as if they needed to hold something. Look for this in s6.

I said that Arkadia was the story of Bellamy facing his darkness, his soul at risk, but that he had to struggle there so that he could become a hero. When everyone else said that Bellamy was the villain, I said, no, this is enabling him to be the hero. And s5 proves that without a doubt.

I said that Polis was NOT the story of Lxa as hero and Clarke as love interest, but it was Clarke’s dark psychological story as she faced her own darkness and made peace with her shadow. I maintained Clarke was the hero. This theory was confirmed by the writers this hiatus. 

I said that Arkadia were not colonialists, they were refugees. Listen people, look up the definition. They were refugees.

Near the end of s3 I speculated that the twist for the COL would be that everyone lived. And everyone lived. Except Pike. Who wasn’t in the COL.

Before s4. I had a crazy crack theory that they would use Cryo chambers to escape Praimfaya. There was no evidence for this. And yet. I was right. It took an extra year, and another apocalypse, but I was right.

S4, I said they would use multiple solutions to survive praimfaya. They did. Nightblood, space, AND a bunker. 

I said that Octavia was portrayed as a hero, but had the potential to be abusive, but was not a villain yet in s4.

I said that the bunker was doomed with all those grounders in there who just wanted to fight. I mean. Obvious. But I told you so. 

I said that they would use B/E as a romantic obstacle and that meant that we would get CANON romantic bellarke as a LOVE TRIANGLE and we did. We didn’t get kiss/confess/sex but we got CANON romantic emotions on both sides and CANON comparisons between B/e and Bellarke which is a CANON LOVE TRIANGLE which is a CANON ROMANCE even though it is not resolved yet. They stopped in the middle of the story that I predicted so I did NOT get that wrong. It’s still happening and I expect to see the rest of it in s6. They’ve set it up. It’s happening.

I said that either Clarke or Octavia would become a mother. I actually got hate for this. People told me I was evil to wish single motherhood on them. (I am a single mother so that’s nice.) I speculated that one would get pregnant, but in the end it was Clarke finding Madi. I was correct. Motherhood is a theme for post apocalyptic fic and I nailed it. Clarke is mama bear.

Oh while we’re at it. I said Clarke and Bellamy played the role of mother and father leaders. Which while not “romantic” in a romance story way, is NOT a platonic relationship. A marriage is non-platonic love. And Clarke was named, in canon, Mama Bear and Bellamy was shown as space dad or whatever. CAPTAIN DADDY. Nomon and nontu, paired leaders, mother and father. That is actively developing. 

I said that Octavia would have redemption story that allowed her to be martyred and her death was likely. This was a story they actually played with heavily, and had her down on her knees ready to be martyred when they yoinked her honorable death from her. Which I loved, because it was the cheap way out and now she has to be responsible for her own actions instead of blaming Bellamy. Which is ALSO something I said she needed to do, way back in s3.

I said that Kane would die and I suspected it would be Vinson. He didn’t REALLY die but he almost did and it was Vinson. I usually said Kane or Abby but Kane was way higher on my list. I thought Octavia and Kane were it. I was wrong, but I was also right, because they both almost did. This is tricky, but it happened for both the way I said and they were saved at the last second so I’m counting both.

Exodus theory. I said Bellarke would take their people and leave Eden. I said they would lose the war for Eden and win the war for their souls. Over the course of the season it became clear that they would be taking the space ship and their exodus would be into space.

I actually predicted that the last shot would be Clarke and Bellamy looking out at the two suns planet, together. Or if I didn’t predict that outright, it was in my head and I wrote a bellarke fic with that. It was way bellarkey so like much more romance, but the final image was there.

Oh someone told me that the Happy Ever After end I predicted for Bellarke was actually the ending for Marper. I think that’s when I said that if they got a happy ending they would go off alone and live their lives in obscurity and have a family and just stay out of it. And that it turned out to be Marper instead means that I was right in the themes and story. AND because Marper is paralleled with Bellarke, and they then gave Bellarke their son... it STILL applies symbolically to the story of Bellarke. They cannot, though, have a happy ending unless their story is OVER. So that means Bellarke is still the story, but they HEA ending of Marper is there as a guide for Bellarke, which probably means that their time to be together is coming very soon. Which I’m super excited about. Monty said, be happy like we were. That means... together.... in love. 

I mean there’s probably lots more because I get small things right too. And things that people start to agree with me and it seems obvious so I forget that it was my theory or spec. Or enough evidence happens before it happens so it seems obvious. When it comes down to it, I listen to what the story is saying and I try to put the pieces together to see the broader picture. I’m not coming up with theories based on my shipping or opinions. And when it also comes down to it, i can say whatever the hell i want it’s my own damn blog. And I don’t make people come to me. But they still do, even when I’m mad at them. And they still ask me questions. Because they like my answers. And i’m not running a popularity contest. I do not answer questions to please my audience (sorry audience) I answer questions to figure out the show or share my thoughts. And you can NOT say that no one asked me for my opinion because almost all of my posts are answers to questions this fandom has asked me. Even this one. You sent the ask. You solicited my opinion.

So sit back bitch and learn something. btw you’re blocked from my inbox. 

#the 100 #speculation #in defense of me #i mean i don't want to tell people i told you so when everything i said would happen happens but it happens a lot #sometimes i forget that a thing was my theory or spec because it seems obvious to me #but i'm kinda tired of people telling me i'm always wrong when about 80% of my theories are proved right on some level or another #i mean i'm just GUESSING i don't know what they're going to do anymore than you do but i happen to be pretty good at reading the canon story #with all the spec i make some of it is OF COURSE going to be wrong so what? don't follow me #i can spout all the rotten theory I want to on my blog it's my blog #and anyone who wants to can read it i'm not making them so if my 4k followers still like me that's their choice #mostly i think they like my theories because i back them up with evidence from canon and show them how so they can decide for themselves #which is a whole lot better than sending nasty anons putting someone down #i figure you can't do better yourself and you can't make sense of a show that really isn't that complicated #so you think I'm the one who is dumb despite the fact that I GET the show and you don't know what's happening

[drawingsanddrabbles]

Too Bad Santa’s Dead

Prompt: “Too Bad Santa’s Dead” (Bones s3e9)

I know, I know... A Jew writing a Christmas fic... I am confused about it myself. Anywho, here's a fic that was prompted from a line in a Bones episode from a rewatch and... and basically I wrote this in May. I wrote a Christmas fic in May and I'm a Jew so like... yeah. Join the confusion.

Anyway, Merry Christmas to all who celebrate and by the by Tim and Kon are aged-up to at least 18 because yeah.

ao3

“Dude, this sucks.” Kon said as he floated over the dead Santa.

“You know I’m an atheist, right?” Tim poked at the body and finished his oral report on the body and crime scene.

“Hey, I’m only part-Christian but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t suck.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Santa isn’t real, Kon.”

“How do you know? I’m a clone of an alien and an evil corporate super-villain overlord. Santa could be real.”

“He’s not.” Tim snapped.

Kon recoiled. “Okay, it was just a joke.” Tim didn’t respond. Something had clearly upset Tim. Kon frowned, had Tim and Kon never had a conversation about Santa before? They’d known each other for years, not to mention that they’d been dating for around a year. Though, this would be their first Christmas together.

Did Tim hate Christmas?

Why did Tim hate Santa?

“Are you okay?” Kon asked as he floated.

Tim exhaled annoyedly (Kon knew that reaction well) and he stood. “I’m fine. Sorry for being snappy.”

“Are you sure?” Kon asked.

Tim pulled his mouth into a smile. “Yeah.” He was lying.

Which obviously meant that Tim wouldn’t tell Kon why and if Kon wanted to understand him better there seemed to be only one way to figure out why Tim hated the concept of Santa: ask the family. “I’ve gotten everything I’m going to get from the scene and I collected samples. Do you mind if we go back to the Cave so I can run tests?”

For once, Kon didn’t. “I’d love to go back. Want me to keep you company?”

Tim smiled, this time a real smile. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

Dick’s first reaction was: “Someone killed Santa?”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Santa isn’t real, Dick. Someone killed someone dressed as Santa.”

“Uh huh.” Dick said. He leaned over to Kon and whispered, “Tim doesn’t like Santa.”

“Yeah, what’s that about?” Kon whispered back. Tim worked without sign of hearing them, they continued to whisper for Tim’s sake.

Dick raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t tell you?”

“Not that I can remember.”

Dick zipped his lips. “Not my secret to tell.”

“At least a hint?” Kon asked. “Help a boyfriend out.”

Dick looked at Tim, hesitated, then back at Kon: “It’s not just Santa, it’s also Christmas.”

“Wha-Really?” But Dick zipped his lips again. He walked over to Tim and rubbed his hair.

“See ya, kiddo.”

“Bye, Dick.” Tim raised an eyebrow. “What’re you doing all the way over there?” Tim asked Kon, just realizing how far away from Tim he was.

“Nothing, just thinking.”

“Sit next to me?” Tim asked.

Kon smiled and pulled up a chair next to Tim’s at the Batcomputer. He kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. “Sure babe.”

“EW!” Someone cried, seeing Kon kiss Tim. Tim rolled his eyes.

“I don’t ‘ew’ you when you kiss Cass.” He called to Steph who bounced over to Tim, resting her arms and head on Tim’s.

“That’s ‘cuz we’re gorgeous and there’s nothing to ‘ew.’ You on the other hand...”

“Hey!” Kon cried.

Steph grinned at him. “Not you of course, Kon. You’re just as gorgeous as us.” She winked at him.

“Stop hitting on my boyfriend.” Tim said, eyes never leaving the Batcomputer screens.

“Tim is gorgeous too!” Kon cried outraged.

“You only say that ‘cuz you’re his boyfriend, I’m his ex so I can say that he isn’t.”

“Thanks, Steph.” Tim said.

“You’re welcome.”

Tim switched to his crime scene pictures of the victim and frowned.

“Aw! Someone killed Santa?” Steph cried.

“Santa-”

“I know, I know, Santa isn’t real.”

“Who is not real?” Damian asked, Kon jumped out of his skin. He knew the gremlin was a ninja and all but like? Seriously? Damian hadn’t been there five seconds ago. He pushed Kon and Tim out of the way so he could see the case.

“No one you care about.” Tim said, pushing Damian so he could go back to his past position in front of the computer.

“Dami, see the red suit and the white beard? In our society that is a marker of a man named Santa Claus.” Steph explained.

“Santa Claus is imaginary.” Damian said.

“I can’t believe we agree on something.” Tim muttered.

Wait, Steph had dated Tim before… “Hey, Steph? Can we talk for a moment? Y’know, alone.”

Steph looked surprised. “Yeah, sure thing Hot Stuff. Step into my office.”

Kon stood and they began walking away from Tim when Damian said loudly: “If you are discussing sexual encounters with Drake, please walk farther from my earshot.”

“We’re far enough away that you can’t hear us, Kid!” Steph shouted at him. She turned to Kon, “what’s up?”

“Why does Tim hate Christmas?” He asked softly.  Steph glanced at Tim. “Please, Steph? Help a boyfriend out?”

“You used that exact line on Dick, didn’t you? And he didn’t tell you?”

Kon chewed on his lip. “Possibly…?”

“If Dick didn’t tell you, no way I’m telling you.” Steph said.

“Aw, please Steph?”

“The key to a healthy relationship is communication, Sunshine.” Steph said, patting him on the shoulder.

Kon sighed. “Whatever, thanks anyway.” He went back to Tim but Damian was sitting in his seat, conducting tests. “Dude, move.”

“Find another seat.” Damian snapped.

I can’t believe I’m arguing with an angry munchkin. Kon thought. Tim glared at Damian. He turned to Kon and stood, kissing him on the cheek. As if sensing his anger towards the little man, Tim suggested, “you know what, I’ll see you at home Kon, okay?”

“Are you sure?” Kon asked. He glowered at Damian but the youth ignored him. Tim nodded and Kon kissed Tim again and Damian rolled his eyes.

“Please take your possessive sexual activities somewhere else.” Damian said.

Kon was about to bite something back but Tim hit Damian on the back of the head and Damian growled something at him. Tim went back to the case and seemed to forget that Kon was in the room which was understandable, he always got that way when on a case. Kon guessed he’d go home then. He glanced back at the dead Santa on the screen and got an idea.

“No.” Tim said. Kon frowned, he hadn’t expected Tim to react so strongly. Tim stumbled backward, eyes staring. He tumbled into the wall, his gaze breaking. He turned and walked out.

“Tim?” Kon grabbed a robe, following him out into the cold Gotham night, “Tim, come back! If it bothers you that much I- Tim!” But Tim was nowhere to be seen.

Kon had fucked up. Kon had really, super duper, absolutely, indubitably, and terribly fucked up. Kon was about to jump into the air when a strong wind blew into Kon’s robe. Someone above him snorted. “Wow, trouble in paradise?”

Jason. Great. “Why are you here?”

“To stare at your wonderfully beautiful ass. Or maybe just to annoy Tim’s. I like to keep you heroes guessing.” Jason said. Kon was sure he was kidding.

Kon glared at him. He sat on top of Tim’s apartment building, mask on, leg hanging lazily over the edge of the roof. He looked Kon up and down, physically moving his mask to make sure Kon knew what he was doing. Kon looked down and closed his robe tighter (which probably wasn’t helping Kon’s modesty). “Are you here for a reason? Because if not, I have to go find my boyfriend and make sure he doesn’t want to kill me.” Kon grumbled.

“You really fucked up, didn’t you?” Jason shook his head. “Didn’t you know he has a thing about Christmas?”

“How did you know? You’ve tried to kill him.”

“Oh please, Krypto-Boy, we all have a thing about Christmas. For the demon-spawn and the mute it’s a detachment; they aren’t Christian, they never had a reason to love or want to love Christmas. Christmas was one of the only days Princess Eggplant’s dad was allowed to contact her, which didn’t always give her warm and fuzzy feelings. Not to mention a cheap Christmas and no presents, nothing that you want from Santa. And Dickiebird and Brucie? Well, being an orphan isn’t too fun on a family-centric holiday.”

He hadn’t known. Kon didn’t know what it was like, sure he was lonely and alone. Sure he didn’t know of a family before Tim and Bart and Cassie and Dubbilex and Jim and… but he had Ma and Pa, he had Kara and Clark and he had Lois. He had Christmas. They didn’t.

“And you? Tim?”

“Me? I was a street kid. Christmas meant cold, it meant pity charity from people too rich to care about me except for one fucking day of the year. Then? It meant Bruce and Dick and Alfred and family. And then? Then it meant nothing. But this is about Tim, and Tim? Tim wasn’t like us. Tim’s family wasn’t like any of ours. You’re never going to make Tim like Christmas. Tolerate it? Maybe. But like and love? Never. Just give up on that dream, don’t force him.”

“So? What do I do now?”

“So, you wanted to find out why? Ask him yourself clone. You want to accept that he just doesn’t like Christmas and he never will? Do that. It’s up to you now, Luthor-spawn, make the right choice.”

“Why are you here, Jason?”

Jason stood and brushed off his legs. “I heard Kris Kringle bit it, I thought I might have heard something, I was going to tip off the replacement, but clearly this isn’t the time. Go after him, Wannabe. He needs you.”

Kon nodded. He was about to take off again when Jason added, “and put on some pants. Maybe things are different in Metropolis, but in Gotham ripped dudes flying around wrapped as a Christmas present isn’t appropriate.”

Kon ran into the apartment he and Tim shared and changed, then he closed his eyes and followed the sound of his love’s heartbeat.

“Here, huh?” Kon asked, landing on the top of the Wayne Enterprises Tower.

Tim shrugged, his legs swinging off the edge of the roof. “I like being up high. How’d you find me?”

“It’s not hard, I know you. I know your heartbeat. And I know when I’ve clearly upset you.”

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

“No. It’s my fault. I knew you were upset about Christmas and Santa and I pushed it too far. I thought... I thought I could make it right. Give you some good memories. Clearly I was wrong.”

“Clearly.”

“Tim, please tell me: what I can do to make it right?” Kon asked. He sat down next to Tim. Tim stared out at the illuminated street below him.

“When, when I was three I learned about Santa for the first time.” Tim began slowly. “I was at pre-school and my teacher asked if anyone knew who Santa was. I was the only person in class who didn’t know. That night, that afternoon really, Mrs. Mac picked me up from school—Mom and Dad were in Africa for Christmas. I told Mrs. Mac about what I’d learned that day, about Santa, and she, and I’ll never forget this, she turned around in her seat with the most pitying look on her face and she said: ‘oh, Tim dear Santa isn’t real.’” Tim stared at his hands and inhaled shakily. “Just like that. To a three year old. I mean, I’d figure it out eventually, but really?” He paused before continuing. “I didn’t really believe her, not entirely. What my teachers and classmates said… it had to be real, I mean Batman was real so why not Santa, right? Well I waited up for him that night, after Mrs. Mac had gone to her family for the holiday, I stayed up. I stayed up and I made milk and cookies and I hid with my camera, a birthday present by the way, under the couch and I waited for Santa to come. And by morning Santa didn’t come, and there were no presents under my tree. And until Mom died that was my Christmas, alone in the house. When I turned five I started buying my own presents, Mom and Dad gave me the money of course, but I bought them. I wrapped them. I hid them under the tree. Christmas didn’t really seem so magical, and soon I just… stopped, all together. After all I could buy whatever I wanted with my parents credit cards whenever I wanted, what was the point of celebrating Christmas?” He finally stopped to breathe. The breaths were thick and his shoulders shook, his voice trembled. “So when you… I don’t want Christmas. I-I know you were trying to be helpful, but I just-I don’t want Christmas!”

“Okay.” Kon said. “No Christmas, promise.” Tears fell from Tim’s eyes and Kon wrapped him in a hug. “No Christmas. Promise.” He repeated.

Tim walked into the apartment on December 24th not expecting what he saw. But it didn’t make him walk out. “You-you cleaned the apartment.” He stated.

Kon grinned. He wore Tim’s favorite sweater for him (it was an S-Shield pattern that Ma had made for him one year) and the apartment was flawless. The mouth-watering aroma of Chinese food filled the air. A blanket lay across the couch and Tim’s laptop was plugged in, laying on top of it. The TV was on and ready to be watched. “What-what is this?” He asked, slightly overwhelmed by the sparkiliness of the moment.

“I figured, since you don’t like Christmas, how about we don’t do Christmas. How about we never do Christmas. Instead we do an ‘us’ night. We stay in, eat our favorite foods, pizza is on it’s way by the way, we marathon Wendy. We cuddle on the couch. Then, tomorrow we can go out on patrol or whatever you want to do.”

“An ‘us’ night?”

Kon nodded enthusiastically. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to. ‘Cuz then we don’t have to. I just thought… since I’ll never be able to give you good Christmas memories, what if we never had to worry about Christmas at all? Y’know do kind of a new holiday, just for us.”

“Just for us.” Tim repeated.

Kon nodded, trying to gauge Tim’s reaction. When Tim said nothing, Kon’s face fell. “Actually,” he said bashfully, “it’s stupid, we can just do nothing, I’ll just-”

“No!” Tim said, freezing Kon in his tracks. “No.” Tim said. “It’s perfect.”

“Really?”

“Yes. And very sweet.” He walked over to Kon and hugged and kissed him lightly.

“Um, excuse me?” A voice said from behind them.

The pizza guy had arrived. Kon paid him and took the pizza from him. He closed the door and Tim and Kon settled onto the couch. Wendy the Werewolf Stalker played and they began stuffing themselves with food. The night wore on until they were out of food and halfway through Wendy’s first season. Kon lay drowsily on Tim’s shoulder while Tim curled the blanket around his feet.

“Tim?”

“Hmm?” Tim asked.

“Where do you want to patrol tomorrow?” Kon asked, yawning.

“What if we... didn’t patrol?”

Kon frowned and sat up, looking at him. “But you love to patrol.”

“And you don’t, and I also love you. This is an ‘us’ day, right? So let’s do something we both like. Maybe head down to the arcade.”

Kon smiled and kissed Tim gently. “I love you so much.”

Tim smiled and laid his head down in Kon’s lap, stretching out on the couch, his legs hanging over the end. “I love you too.”

#diana writes timkon #diana writes #diana writes batman #tim drake #Kon-El #superboy #conner kent #kon el #timkon #aged up!timkon #merry christmas #why did i write a christmas fic? i am not christian

[betterweathcr-blog]

i wrote this for creative writing and i HATE IT but it’s part of Shiloh’s life so here read or not idc

Before my dad was taken away from me, he told me to always capture the moment; He also told my brother to stop throwing grapes at me during breakfast, but that’s not the point. I’m not allowed to call him my dad anymore according to my mom, only Matthew. He was a good man.

Matthew was the type of man who came home from work and help make dinner with his wife. He took Max and me out for ice cream every Saturday, but I would only order water. He was basically a dad everyone needed or wanted. Well, he was. I didn’t know Matthew was in prison until I was in fifth grade when I heard a teacher talking about him. When he did leave, I was six years old and clueless.

The day started out normal when he was taken away, from what I can remember. My mother told me I had to get up early to clean my room to go get ice cream later. I didn’t like sweets, but I listened to her. I crawled out of my secure fort of blankets. I would clean up toys, make my bed, and run downstairs to get breakfast.

From what I remember, Matthew was odd that morning. Usually he was as calm as the sun shining through thin curtains, his smile bright and pretty as he watched Mother make more eggs. That particular day, he wasn’t smiling. He’s been on the edge of his seat for a month. Mother continued with making waffles for all of us, apple slices on the side for Max and me. Good for me, Max would slide his apples to me since he knew my love for them, but our mother was never happy about it.

“Shiloh, put them back.” She said without glancing up, continuing to arrange blueberries on her waffle. With a pout, I handed back those five apple slices onto Max’s Go Diego Go plate.

“Do you want more slices, Shi?” Matthew offered, standing up before I could even nod my head countless times. I watched him, my tiny hands gripping the back of the dining room chair as he sliced another apple into slices. If I was aware of what happened a month before, I’d be screaming at my mom to run, but I was young and happy over fruit.

“So,” Matthew sat down with us, the chair screeching against the tiled kitchen floor, “I have some pictures I need to take to go get developed, if you want to come with.”

“Are they the ones from Shiloh’s recital?” My mother popped in.

I was a ballet dancer when I was young. I think every little girl in suburbia was a dancer, but I believed I was special because I always made Matthew happy while on stage. For my first big recital, he bought one of those little cameras that you take a certain amount of pictures then you go get them printed — He wanted to make sure we had prints to put on the walls, just so he could show off how great of a daughter I was. I wish I could say the same for him for being a dad.

“Yes, actually; I wanted to take her with me to go get them developed. Sound good?” Matthew tapped his fingers against the table. I nodded slowly for reassurance, my blonde hair falling in my face.

I remember him mentioning that Max can come too, so he laughed thinking he was going to be an evil big brother by tagging along. He wasn’t ruining my Saturday at all though, so I smiled and lightly clapped my hands. I don’t think Max understood that nothing ruined my day; I liked everything back then. Then again, I was young, so nothing was terrible to me.

As our plates grew empty and our stomachs got bigger, I helped my mother clean up by handing her sticky plates and silverware, washing up afterwards with some fancy vanilla soap that made my hands soft. Mother didn’t bother talking to me when we cleaned, considering I was always quiet; I got told to smile and nod when you have nothing to say. I know, I was an odd child. Kids called me Silo to abbreviate Silent Shiloh.

Matthew stood by the door for me, helping me with my shoes and then carrying me to the car. He buckled my seatbelt as his eyes stayed on Max right next to me, making sure he is a big boy and can do it himself. I set my blue eyes on what was on the other side of the window, everything slowly flying by. Car rides were Heaven to me because I got to see new things every day; new people, dogs, cars, and especially stores that came and went. Even at a young age, I wished I could take pictures of everything I saw. The world was always beautiful to me.

We parked in town on the side of the road, where I could hop onto the sidewalk and see all the cute local shops. Max liked teasing me for always being excited, but it somehow went in one ear and out the other.

We waited for what seemed like forever (again, kids are over dramatic), but it was worth it just to feel that warm fuzzy feeling you get from excitement. Matthew let me carry the pictures on our way to the park, but he made me promise not to look at them yet.

Once we found a warm bench clothed in the sun’s heat, he relaxed and watched as Max ran off to the slide in the land of wood-chips. I sat with Matthew with the pictures close to my chest, lightly bouncing on the bench.

“Can we look at them now?” I asked.

“Go ahead, Shi.” He chuckled, nodding at me.

I scooted closer to him, pulling the small stack of pictures out of the white envelope that read Clark on the back. After resting them on Matthew’s thigh, my eyes grew amazed at the sight on the newly printed picture. It was me, all dolled up on a tiny stage with four other girls in white tights and pink tutus.

“That’s me.” I said, pointing to myself in awe.

“It is you, you looked beautiful that night.” Matthew nodded.

I flipped through the pictures, amazed by every single one as if they were the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Every time I got to look at pretty pictures, these warm feeling filled up inside me and I never wanted it to go away. It made me want to take pretty pictures, and I wanted to show those pretty pictures to the world.

“Do you think I could take pictures one day?” I looked up at Matthew, beaming with optimism.

He looked at me and nodded. “Always capture the moment, Shiloh — people will be grateful you did later on in life.” Matthew leaned down and kissed my head.

The rest is a blur to me. He took Max and me home, tucked us in bed, and left our rooms. When he tucked me in that night, he was still nervous just like at breakfast. All I remember is him telling me he’ll always love me no matter what. I woke up the next day, and my mother was on the couch with a wine bottle nearly empty on the coffee table. She was emotionless, her eyes tired and empty. I asked her where he was. Silence.

There was no breakfast that morning, and there was no loving father. Max and me went on with the day, thinking Matthew would come home later. He never came home, but mother finally spoke. With no explanation, she told us to only call him by his name, and that he is no longer our father. Afterwards, we saw her taking down every family picture involving him.

Years went by and Matthew never came home. It wasn’t until I was old enough to figure out what happened. With the help of the internet and suburbia, I found news articles about him. The first one I saw killed me. Father of Two Arrested For Murder.

Vanessa Harrison, a mother to two children. She was beautiful for her age. Her husband had taken her children out for late night ice cream, and she was all alone in their home. Matthew showed up and stabbed her, nineteen times. The reason? I never found out, I stopped reading to go throw up over the fact the killer was my father.

I know Matthew told me to always capture the moment, but I wish no one captured this. His mugshots, the crime scene photos, everything. If this were in a polaroid, I’d rip it in half. 

All I do now is focus on good moments, and ignore everything that’s gone wrong in life. I’m sorry Matthew, your letters are piling up in the corner of my room.

#i changed the last name of mar's mom just to make it sound better idk #her name is still hawthorne tho #mine. #shilohisms.