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Forgotten Demon Twin 4/?
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Damian crossed his arms. A part of him wanted to be angry at Danyal. How dare he lie to them? They wanted to ensure he was fine, and here he was, not telling them the whole truth.
Then, the guilt set in.
Damian wouldn’t have to have asked if he had checked up on his brother if he had remembered he had a brother. Why was he so angry? They were strangers to Danyal. Of course, he would keep his secrets close to his chest. He had lied to the League, knowing that it could result in his death. Lying to the famous ‘no killing allowed’ Batman must’ve been easier.
Danyal sat in midair, his legs crossed.
It was difficult to see Danyal as, was he a ghost? Was his brother dead?
“How did you gain powers,” Richard asked, “Neither Talia nor Bruce have the metagene.”
Danyal shrugged but didn’t answer.
“Listen, I appreciate that you guys care enough to come and visit me, even if it is years later,” he mumbled the last part. It still made the family flinch, “But I don’t owe you guys anything. I don’t have to explain the ifs, whys, and buts. Just because you guys feel guilty, you can’t just uproot my whole life and claim to care and want to take me away from the only loving family I have ever known.”
“I’m not in any danger here—”
“You’re a child hero without adult supervision,” Bruce said.
“—And I have everything under control.”
“You shouldn’t have to have everything under control, Danny. I understand the need to help, but you’re young. You deserve to have some help.”
“What makes you think I don’t have help?”
“Really, do your parents know you’re Phantom?”
Danyal said nothing.
“We want to help, Danyal,” Damian said.
A look of anger marred Danyal’s face.
“Help? Like when you said you would help me train, shoved a sword through my shoulder, and then pushed me from a tower?”
Damian flinched and ignored Tim’s judgmental look.
“That was wrong of me. I apologize for everything I’ve done to you.”
Danny was about to say something before stopping. He still wasn’t one hundred percent sure this wasn’t a trap and didn’t want to give Damian a reason to take him back. So far, it looked like the League was no longer involved, but Batman and his…children were an unknown factor. If he could convince them to leave…
“Daniel James Fenton, you are in big trouble, young man!”
Uh-oh. Irate older sister alert.
Every member of the Batfamily was surprised that an angry teenage red-haired girl had snuck up on them.
She was carrying a green and white baseball bat, and her eyes seemed to glow.
Duke noticed she had a weird aura around her, too. It wasn’t as strong as Danny’s, but still there.
“Who are you people? Why is a group of mostly adults meeting my younger brother in the middle of the night in a desolate park?”
The girl looked at everyone at them and gave a double take when she spotted Damian. She turned to Danny.
“Why are they here,” she asked loudly.
“Jazz, this is Bruce and Damian Wayne. They are my biological father and twin brother. Oh, and everyone else is Bruce’s adopted kids, I guess.”
Wow, he had Damian’s introduction skills.
She turned around and crossed her arms. The bat was still in her hands.
“I’ll ask again: why are you here?”
“I just found out about Danny and wanted to meet him?”
Jazz walked up to Bruce and, without hesitation, poked Bruce’s chest with the baseball bat.
“Oh, and you couldn’t have waited until morning and talked to our parents first? You just had to lure my baby brother away from the safety of his home and basically ambush him?”
“Jazz,” Danny whined, embarrassed.
“I’m just saying it how I see it, little brother.”
“There were some outside circumstances that would’ve made meeting,” Jazz interrupted Bruce by banging the end of the baseball bat on the floor. It left a crater.
“I don’t care about you’re ‘outside circumstances.’ Most of you are adults, and you have a minor with you at night without his legal guardian’s knowledge. If you want to talk to Danny, meet our parents first and set up a meeting like a normal person.”
“Jazz, you don’t understand who they are—”
“I don’t care if they’re the president. Rules exist for a reason. Now come, Danny, we’re going home. Tucker and Sam are worried.”
Danny detransformed and followed Jazz. The last thing he heard was the butler say, “I like her.”
He sighed. It was going to be a long ride back home.
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Tim had yet to learn what happened.
One minute, he was introduced to the Demon Brat’s twin brother (who seemed more mellow than Damian). The next, they had been attacked by some creature that Danny beat in under ten seconds.
He knew Danny had been lying when he opened his mouth, and Cass had confirmed it. He hadn’t had time to interrogate the kid, though, before an angry red-hair, who reminded him a bit of Barbara, showed up and chewed Bruce out while holding nothing more than a baseball bat.
“Well, that was…interesting,” Duke said.
“I like her,” Jason said, “She stood up to Bruce.”
Bruce glared at Jason. It wasn’t often he got chewed out, and it had never been from a teenage girl. He didn’t like it.
“So, next course of action,” Tim asked.
“Tt, obviously we get Danyal out of this…situation. He shouldn’t have to deal with all of this alone.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, baby bat.”
“Why not?”
“Danny seems to be attached to his adoptive family. He’s suffered a lot in the League. Don’t you think we should consider his feelings?”
The brat thought about it before deflating a little but said nothing.
“So, I repeat: what now?”
Bruce said nothing, not sure what to do.
Suddenly, the smell of earl grey tea was heavy in the air, and he felt the phantom hand of his late surrogate father.
He took a deep breath and said, “It’s time to meet the Fenton.”
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Bound, Epilogue
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Marinette and Tim had been having an average day. A slow, quiet day, if you will. It was the middle of summer, and therefore the bakery was getting less customers than usual – no one wants a hot meal when they’re already being roasted alive by the sun. They had decided to close up shop an hour early, since no one was coming in anyway, and spend a little extra time resting before they went to bed at the completely normal and average time of 5pm.
Alas, they had one more job before they could officially turn the sign in front of the door from Open to Closed: delivering a birthday cake.
How dare that child be born seven years ago. How rude of them. Didn’t they know Marinette and Tim wanted to sleep?
But fine, whatever, they supposed they could do their job.
Frankly, it wasn’t that big of a deal. The house they were taking it to wasn’t even that far away. Neither of them would have minded it at all… if it were not for the walk back.
It had started drizzling. Honestly, they had thought it was a godsend on such a horrible day, but perhaps it had been a literal godsend. A sign.
“So, what’s for dinner?” Tim asked, looping his arm around her shoulders lazily, dragging her into his side so he could hold the delivery bag over their heads like a makeshift umbrella. If they tracked too much rainwater into the bakery, they’d have to clean it up, and they did not want to bother with that.
“I was thinking we should just buy some ice cream and not tell my parents.” Marinette sent him a teasing grin. “You know, one day you’re going to have to learn how to cook.”
“You don’t want that,” he said, his nose wrinkling.
“Mmmmmaybe not. You’re lucky you’re pretty.”
Tim rolled his eyes at her. “No, I’m lucky your parents took one look at me and said ‘I do not care whether you two get married or I have to adopt him myself, that is now my son’.”
“Yeah! Because you’re pretty.”
He snickered. “That is definitely not why.”
“True, I guess.”
He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. If she was agreeing this easily, then she definitely had another idea lined up. And, lo and behold, her eyes were gleaming with mirth.
“It’s because you’re a wet cat of a man.”
“Well, aren’t I lucky you’re a cat person, then,” he said, grinning cheekily.
Clearly, she had not been expecting that one, because her face gained a red tint and she snatched the delivery bag out of his hands to use as a fearsome weapon. Tim only laughed as she swatted him with the plastic bag. In his eyes, it was still worth it.
They were snapped out of their own little world thanks to the screeching of tires.
Their heads snapped to a nearby intersection.
The rain, though relatively light, had been enough to make the roads more slippery than expected, and a car had skidded far too close to hitting an old man. Thankfully, some blond guy had reacted in time to get him out of the way.
Tim and Marinette had, as nosy people often do, tried to get a good look at what was going on as they passed. Nothing interesting, really. The younger of the two was worrying over the man’s health, which seemed fine other than slightly scraped up knees and hands, certainly better than it could have been. The old man was assuring him he was fine and trying to collect all of the things that had fallen out of the blond’s bag when he had half-tackled him out of the way.
It was because Marinette’s head was turned towards the pair that Tim almost missed the horrified expression that stole across her face.
“Fucking – you!” she said, pointing at the old man.
The old man didn’t seem all that abnormal to look at. Stringy, gray and white hair and beard. A myriad of smile lines and age spots. His cane looked as if it had been fashioned out of an actual stick, probably custom-made, which was not surprising considering his height. The most interesting thing about him was the Hawaiian tee, which was remarkably loud.
But the old man seemed to recognize Marinette, too. He didn’t look confused at having been called out, he looked wary.
Marinette tugged the bag out of the old man’s hands and started sifting through it, her expression… well, Tim hadn’t seen that kind of existential terror since they had cut their String. He couldn’t say he had missed seeing it on her face.
“Mari?” he asked, resting a hand on her shoulder gently.
She didn’t even seem to notice. She pulled out a small, black box with a strange red design. Her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Do you recognize this?” she asked the blond.
Said blond had gone remarkably pale. He shook his head slowly, and Tim thought, vaguely, that he looked kind of unsure.
Marinette didn’t seem to notice. She scowled and shoved the box into the old man’s hands.
His hands closed around it quickly – not in the way people instinctively took things you pushed into their chest, but instead as if he had been expecting to take it back.
“What – what is that?” the blond asked.
Marinette hesitated here, her gaze darting up to meet his. And then she blinked. “Holy shit, aren’t you that guy from the perfume ads?”
The blond blushed and tugged his baseball cap lower over his face, a blush creeping up his neck.
A flicker of movement out of the corner of Tim’s eyes drew his attention away from the pair, and instead to the atrociously bright red of a Hawaiian shirt turning the corner. He hissed a curse and took up the chase.
The old man was surprisingly fast, for someone supposedly in need of a cane. Tim wasn’t a vigilante anymore, but he was by no means out of shape, and yet his feet pounded against the pavement, his eyes constantly flicking around in search of the flashes of too-bright red, always just barely catching sight of it in time to watch it turn a corner.
And then he saw the man disappear into an alleyway. One which, unless Tim remembered wrong, was a dead end.
He wasn’t wrong.
He swung around a pipe to get inside faster, and found the old man at the end of the alley, not the least bit out of breath.
Tim, however, was exhausted. So, forgive him for being slightly rough with the elderly when he grabbed him by the collar, shoving him against the wall. The old man’s smile hadn’t disappeared in the slightest, and Tim’s hands balled tighter in his shirt, frustration eating at him.
Despite the rain, the man wasn’t wet in the slightest.
“Who – what are you?” he hissed.
"Just someone who wants to right a wrong."
"That makes no sense."
The Old Man tipped his head back and laughed. Too far. Slowly, he unraveled before Tim’s eyes, his form spilling away into red fucking string that slipped between his fingers no matter how hard he tried to get a hold on it.
Tim stared at the only thing that remained of the man. A tiny bow tied around his thumb.
He swallowed thickly.
It wasn’t connecting him to anything, so he was probably safe to assume that this was what was left of the original String, and yet the fact that he could suddenly see it did not bode well.
He rushed back the way he’d come.
Marinette and the blond were backed up against a random building, people clamoring for the blond’s attention. Apparently, Marinette was right about him being a minor celebrity – perfume ad guy, Marinette had shown the video to him a while back because apparently he, as a Parisian, had to see it at least once or else he was a ‘fake’.
He was pretty sure the guy’s name was –
“Adrien!” someone squealed. “Can I have an autograph?!”
Adrien looked a little overwhelmed. Understandable, really.
Tim glanced around, and realized they weren’t backed up against just any building.
He clambered up the fire escape and then let himself in via the skylight. A few flights of stairs later, he was fiddling with the lock on the door.
Marinette dragged Adrien inside by the wrist, and Tim slammed the door shut behind them, triple-locking it. Usually, they only bothered with one or two, but considering the crowd… well, it was best to be safe.
Marinette reached up and turned the sign over the door to ‘Closed’.
Adrien sunk to the ground, groaning. He took off his hat so he could run his hands through his already messy hair.
Tim took the moment to look at Marinette’s pinky. She, too, had a tiny bow wrapped around her finger, but she wasn’t bound to anyone. Not to Tim, and certainly not to the random blond guy beside her.
The lack of a Red String of Fate didn’t quite put him at ease. If it wasn’t that that had been 'righted', then what was going on?
“Sorry about that,” Marinette mumbled, sitting beside Adrien.
“Well, you did save me from – I don’t know – a bomb? A tracker? Whatever that guy put in my bag. So I did owe you. Now, I think it’s evened back out.”
Marinette snickered. “I guess that’s fair.”
“We can make you owe us again,” Tim said, walking to tap his knuckles against the glass case containing everything that hadn’t been sold that day. Usually, they’d eat some and donate the rest, but hey, they had company for the foreseeable future. Might as well pawn some food off on him. “What’re you in the mood for?”
Adrien smiled faintly. “Got anything with passionfruit in it?”
“Don’t think so.”
“Awwwwwwww.”
Marinette was watching Adrien out of the corner of her eyes, something inscrutable on her face.
“Mari?”
She jolted to attention, something soft stealing over her face. “I could make some passionfruit macarons, if you’d like that.”
Adrien’s eyes lit up, but he was quick to shake his head. “No, I can’t make you do all that…”
“We’re going to be stuck here for a while,” she said, pointing at the crowd still standing outside the door. “We might as well have something to do.”
Adrien nodded hesitantly. “I guess…”
“Great!” she said, hopping to her feet smoothly.
She held a hand out to help him up.
Adrien smiled as he took it.
#bound#maribat#timari#timinette#timmari#i feel you#gods are trying to be nice for once#they are bad at it#tim drake#marinette dupain cheng#ladybug#red robin
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Taylor Swift and When
Note: huge thank you to @meandmypagancrew who collaborated with me on the lyrics for this post!
'Taylor Swift'
Tim McGraw: But when you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song
Tim McGraw: When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress
Tim McGraw: When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think of me
Teardrops On My Guitar: I can’t even see anyone when he’s with me
Cold As You: When you take, you take the very best of me
The Outside: I didn’t know what I would find when I went looking for a reason
Stay Beautiful: And when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life leads you back to my door
Stay Beautiful: It’s hard to make a conversation when he’s taking my breath away
Stay Beautiful: And when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life leads you back to my front door
Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Take me back when our world was one block wide
Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see
Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle
Our Song: When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
Our Song: The first date, “Man, I didn’t kiss her when I should have”
Our Song: When I got home, ‘fore I said, “Amen”
Our Song: When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
Our Song: The first date, “Man, I didn’t kiss him when I should have”
I’m Only Me When I’m With You: I’m only up when you’re not down
I’m Only Me When I’m With You: And I’m only me when I’m with you
I’m Only Me When I’m With You: When I’m with anybody else, it’s so hard to be myself
I’m Only Me When I’m With You: Well, I’m only me when I’m with you
Invisible: She can’t see the way your eyes light up when you smile
Invisible: She’ll never notice how you stop and stare whenever she walks by
'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'
Fearless: There’s something bout the way the street looks when it’s just rained
Fifteen: ‘Cause when you’re fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you’re gonna believe them
Fifteen: When you’re fifteen, feeling like there’s nothing to figure out
Fifteen: You’re dancing ‘round the room when the night ends, when the night ends
Fifteen: When you’re fifteen and your first kiss makes your head spin round
Fifteen: When all you wanted was to be wanted, wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now
Fifteen: And when you’re fifteen, don’t forget to look before you fall
Love Story: We were both young when I first saw you
Love Story: My faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town
Hey Stephen: I’ll be the one waiting there even when it’s cold
White Horse: That face of angel comes out just when you need it to
You Belong With Me: Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time
You Belong With Me: I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re ‘bout to cry
Tell Me Why: You know you got a mean streak, makes me run for cover when you’re around
The Way I Loved You: He calls exactly when he says he will
Forever & Always: I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye
Forever & Always: You flashback to when he said forever and always
Forever & Always: It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone
Forever & Always: I was there when you said forever and always
Forever & Always: Flashback to when we said forever and always
The Best Day: There is a video I found from back when I was three
The Best Day: I know you were on my side even when I was wrong
Change: It’s hard to fight when the fight ain’t fair
Change: When the walls that they put up to hold us back fell down
Jump Then Fall: When people say things that bring you to your knees, I’ll catch you
Jump Then Fall: The time is gonna come when you’re so mad you could cry
Untouchable: When you’re close I feel like coming undone
Untouchable: In the middle of the night when I’m in this dream
SuperStar: Morning loneliness comes around when I’m not dreaming about you
SuperStar: When my world wakes up today, you’ll be in another town
SuperStar: And I know when I saw your face, I’d be counting down the ways to see you
The Other Side Of The Door: Tell me why you couldn’t see when I left I wanted you to chase after me
Today Was A Fairytale: You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess
Today Was A Fairytale: Time slows down whenever you’re around
Today Was A Fairytale: Fell in love when I saw you standing there
Mr. Perfectly Fine: But that was when I got to know Mr. Change of heart
We Were Happy: When the porch lights were shining bright
We Were Happy: Back when we had all night and we were happy
We Were Happy: You threw your arms around my neck back when I deserved it
We Were Happy: When it was good, baby, it was good, baby
That’s When: When I said, “I need some time, need some space to think about all of this”
That’s When: And I said, “When can I come back?” and you said, “That’s when”
That’s When: When I wake up in the morning, that’s when
That’s When: When it’s sunny or storming
That’s When: Laughing when I’m crying and that’s when
That’s When: That’s when I’ll be waiting at the front gate
That’s When: That’s when, when I see your face
That’s When: I’ll let you in and baby that’s when
That’s When: When you said, “I did you wrong, made mistakes, and put you through all of this”
That’s When: And you said, “When can I come back?”
That’s When: And you said, “Honestly, when you were gone, did you ever think of me?”
That’s When: And I said, “That’s when, when I woke up in the morning”
That’s When: That’s when it was sunny or storming
That’s When: Laughing when I was crying and that’s when you were waiting at the front gate
That’s When: That’s when, when I saw your face, you let me in, and baby, that’s when
That’s When: When I’m laughing, when I’m crying, that’s when I miss you, that’s when I want you, that’s when I love you
'Speak Now (Taylor's Version)'
Mine: When it was hard to take, yes, yes, this is what I thought about
Sparks Fly: I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Sparks Fly: Give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around
Back To December: Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine
Back To December: When your birthday passed and I didn’t call
Back To December: And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
Speak Now: I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door
Speak Now: I’ll meet you when I’m out of my tux at the back door
Speak Now: So glad you were around when they said, “Speak now”
Dear John: Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Dear John: I’ll look back in regret how I ignored when they said, “Run as fast as you can”
Dear John: Don’t you think nineteen’s too you to be played by your dark, twisted games when I loved you so?
Mean: You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I’m wounded
The Story Of Us: I don’t know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down
The Story Of Us: How I was losing my mind when I saw you here
The Story Of Us: I liked it better when you were on my side
Never Grow Up: Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home
Enchanted: Shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face
Better Than Revenge: The story starts when it was hot and it was summer
Innocent: Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything and everybody believed in you?
Innocent: Wasn’t it easier in your firefly-catching days when everything out of reach someone bigger brought down to you?
Haunted: Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone
Last Kiss: How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something
Long Live: When they gave us our trophies and we held them up for our town
Long Live: When they point to the pictures, please tell them my name
Superman: I’ll be right here on the ground when you come back down
When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls in love, she paces the floor
When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls in love, she calls up her mom
When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls in love, I know that boy will never be the same
When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls in love, it’s all on her face
When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls in love, she disappears
When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls apart, it’s when she’s alone
When Emma Falls In Love: ‘Cause when Emma falls in love, she’s in it for keeps
When Emma Falls In Love: Well, she’s so New York when shes in LA
When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls in love, I’m learning
When Emma Falls In Love: Now he’ll be her shelter when it rains
Castles Crumbling: They used to cheer when they saw my face
Foolish One: Wishful thoughts forget to mention when something’s really not right
Foolish One: ‘Cause when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you’ll come around
Foolish One: And maybe someday when we’re older, this is something we’ll laugh about
Foolish One: Foolish one, the day is gonna come for your confessions of love, when all is said and done
Timeless: And that’s when I called you and it’s so hard to explain
Timeless: I had to smile when it caught my eye
Timeless: That’s when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs
Timeless: The story started when you said “Hello” in a crowded room a few short years ago
Timeless: I’m gonna love you when our hair is turning gray
'Red (Taylor's Version)'
Red: Moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head
I Knew You Were Trouble: When I fell hard, you took a step back
I Knew You Were Trouble: And he’s long gone when he’s next to me
I Knew You Were Trouble: ‘Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in
I Knew You Were Trouble: He was long gone when he met me
All Too Well: After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
All Too Well: ‘Cause there we are again when I loved you so
22: Tonight’s the night when we forget about the deadlines
22: Tonight’s the night when we forget about the heartbreaks
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: I remember when we broke up the first time
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: We hadn’t seen each other in a month when you said you needed space (What?)
Stay Stay Stay: That’s when you came in wearing a football helmet and said, “Okay, let’s talk”
Stay Stay Stay: You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad
Stay Stay Stay: No one else is gonna love me when I get mad, mad, mad
The Last Time: Disappear when you come back, everything is better
Holy Ground: Back when you fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme
Holy Ground: Yeah, you skip the conversation when you already know
Sad Beautiful Tragic: Words, how little they mean when you’re a little too late
Everything Has Changed: All I knew this morning when I woke is I know something now
Starlight: Can’t remember what song it was playing when we walked in
Begin Again: He didn’t like it when I wore high heels, but I do
The Moment I Knew: Your close friends always seem to know when there’s something really wrong
The Moment I Knew: What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know?
The Moment I Knew: And what do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show?
Come Back… Be Here: Right when I was just about to fall
Come Back… Be Here: And this is when the feeling sinks in
Come Back… Be Here: This is falling for you when you are worlds away
Better Man: I’m probably better off on my own than loving a man who didn’t know what he had when he had it
Better Man: I just wish I could forget when it was magic
Nothing New: Criticize the way you fly when you’re soaring through the sky
Nothing New: Will you still want me when I’m nothing new?
Nothing New: How long will it be cute, all this crying in my room when you can’t blame it on my youth?
I Bet You Think About Me: They let me sit in back when we were in love
I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you couldn’t believe when you realized I’m harder to forget than I was to leave
I Bet You Think About Me: Last time you felt free was when none of that shit mattered ‘cause you were with me
I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me when you’re out at your cool indie music concerts every week
I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me when you say, “Oh my god, she’s insane, she wrote a song about me”
Forever Winter: When the lights go out it’s hard to breathe
Run: I’ll take it when I leave and hold it for you
The Very First Night: They weren’t riding in the car when we both fell
The Very First Name: I was riding in the car when we both fell
All Too Well (10 Minute Version): And there we are again when nobody had to know
All Too Well (10 Minute Version): From when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones
'1989 (Taylor's Version)'
Welcome to New York: When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors
Blank Space: You can tell me when it’s over if the high was worth the pain
Style: And when we go crashing down we come back every time
Out of the Woods: The night we couldn’t quite forget when we decided to move the furniture so we could dance
Out of the Woods: Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?
Out of the Woods: When you started crying, baby, I did, too
Out of the Woods: But when the sun came up, I was looking at you
Out of the Woods: Remember when we couldn’t take the heat?
Out of the Woods: And when the sun came up, you were looking at me
All You Had To Do Was Stay: People like me wanna believe you when you say you’ve changed
All You Had To Do Was Stay: Then why’d you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?
All You Had To Do Was Stay: People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye
Wildest Dreams: And when we’ve had our very last kiss, my last request is
Wildest Dreams: Someday when you leave me I bet these memories follow you around
How You Get The Girl: Tell her how you must have lost your mind when you left her all alone and never told her why
This Love: When you’re young, you just run
I Know Places: Something happens when everybody finds out
Clean: When the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst
Clean: When I was drowning, that’s when I could finally breathe
Clean: When the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room
Now That We Don’t Talk: Just like I had been when you were chasing me
Suburban Legends: I was always turning out my empty pockets and when it came to you
Suburban Legends: When you hold me, it holds me together
Suburban Legends: When I ended up back at our class reunion walking in with you
Suburban Legends: When you told me we’d get back together
Is It Over Now?: Was it over when she laid down on your couch?
Is It Over Now?: Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?
Bad Blood (feat. Kendrick Lamar): Remember when you tried to write me off?
Bad Blood (feat. Kendrick Lamar): Remember when you thought I’d take a loss?
Sweeter Than Fiction: You never saw it coming, slipped when you started running
Sweeter Than Fiction: What a sight, what a sight when the light came on
Sweeter Than Fiction: Proved me right, proved me right when you proved them wrong
Sweeter Than Fiction: And when they call your name and they put your picture in a frame
Sweeter Than Fiction: You know I’ll be there time and again ‘cause I loved you when, when you
'reputation'
End Game: I’m one call away whenever you need me
End Game: Knew her when I was young, reconnected when we were a little bit older
End Game: Even when we’d argue, we’d not do it for long
Delicate: Sometimes I wonder when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me?
Delicate: Somethings when I look into your eyes, I pretend you’re mine all the damn time
Look What You Made Me Do: I don’t like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you lie
So It Goes…: Trippin’, trip, trippin’ when you’re gone
So It Goes…: When you get me alone, it’s so simple
So It Goes…: Skippin’, skip, skippin’ when I’m gone
Dress: Flashback when you met me
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: There are no rules when you show up here
Call It What You Want: They fade to nothing when I look at him
New Year’s Day: I stay when you’re lost and I’m scared and you’re turning away
New Year’s Day: I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes
'Lover'
The Man: When everyone believes ya, what’s that like?
I Think He Knows: I think he knows when we get all alone I’ll make myself at home
Paper Rings: I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
Paper Rings: When you jumped in first, I went in, too
Cornelia Street: Back when we were card sharks, playing games
Death By A Thousand Cuts: I can’t pretend it’s okay when it’s not
London Boy: He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet
False God: I can’t talk to you when you’re like this
False God: When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith
False God: I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey, hell is when I fight with you
False God: And you can’t talk to me when I’m like this
You Need To Calm Down: Why are you mad when you could be GLAAD?
Afterglow: Tell me that we’ll be just fine even when I lose my mind
Afterglow: Tell me that I’m all you want even when I break your heart
ME!: Baby doll, when it comes to a lover, I promise that you’ll never find another like me
ME!: When we had that fight out in the rain
'folklore'
Cardigan: When you are young, they assume you know nothing
Cardigan: When I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite
Cardigan: I knew everything when I was young
My Tears Ricochet: When I’d fight, you used to tell me I was brave
My Tears Ricochet: And I still talk to you when I’m screaming at the sky and when you can’t sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies
Mirrorball: When I break, it’s in a million pieces
Mirrorball: Hush, when no one is around, my dear
Mirrorball: When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns
August: Will you call when you’re back at school?
August: Back when we were still changing for the better
August: Remember when I pulled up and said, “Get in the car”?
August: Back when I was living for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all
This Is Me Trying: My words shoot to kill when I’m mad
This Is Me Trying: It’s hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound
This Is Me Trying: It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you
Illicit Affairs: You’ll be flushed when you return
Invisible String: Teal was the color of your shirt when you were sixteen at the yogurt shop
Invisible String: Gold was the color of the leaves when I showed you around Centennial Park
Mad Woman: Does a scorpion sting when fighting back?
Mad Woman: When you say I seem angry, I get more angry
Betty: When I passed your house, it’s like I couldn’t breathe
Betty: When she pulled up like a figment of my worst intentions
Betty: Right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again
Peace: Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other
Hoax: You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart
Hoax: Darling, this was just as hard as when they pulled me apart
'evermore'
Willow: I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night
‘Tis The Damn Season: I felt it when I passed you
No Body, No Crime: I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires
No Body, No Crime: Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen
Happiness: Honey, when I’m above the trees I see this for what it is
Happiness: I was dancing when the music stopped
Happiness: Tell me, when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk?
Happiness: When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?
Happiness: No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you
Dorothea: When we were younger down in the park, honey, making a lark of the misery
Dorothea: When it was calmer, skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes
Coney Island: And it gets colder and colder when the sun goes down
Coney Island: Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?
Coney Island: When I got into the accident, the sight that flashed before me was your face
Coney Island: When I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name
Coney Island: When the sun goes down, the sight that flashed before me was your face
Cowboy Like Me: The ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town
Long Story Short: When I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door
Evermore: When I was shipwrecked, I thought of you
Right Where You Left Me: I swear you could hear a hair pin drop right when I felt the moment stop
Right Where You Left Me: You’re sitting in front of me at the restaurant when I was still the one you want
It’s Time To Go: When the dinner is cold and the chatter gets old you ask for the tab
It’s Time To Go: When the words of a sister come back in whispers that prove she was not
It’s Time To Go: In your soul you know when it’s time to go
It’s Time To Go: Or trying to stay for the kids when keeping it how it is will only break their hearts worse
It’s Time To Go: In my soul, I know when it’s time to go
'Midnights'
Maroon: When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
Maroon: The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
Maroon: When the silence came, we were shaking, blind and hazy
Anti-Hero: When my depression works the graveyard shift all of the people I’ve ghosted stand there in the room
Midnight Rain: He never thinks of me except for when I’m on TV
Question…?: When she said it was too much, do you wish you could still touch her?
Bejeweled: Putting someone first only works when you’re in their top five
Bejeweled: When I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer
Bejeweled: When I meet the band they ask, “Do you have a man?” I could still say, “I don’t remember”
Dear Reader: Dear reader, bend when you can, snap when you have to
Dear Reader: Dear reader, when you aim at the devil, make sure you don’t miss
Dear Reader: No one sees when you lose when you’re playing solitaire
Other Songs written by Taylor
All Of The Girls You Loved Before: When you think of all the late nights, lame fights over the phone
All Of The Girls You Loved Before: When I think of all the makeup, fake love out on the town
Beautiful Ghosts: Should I take chances when no one took chances on me?
Best Days Of Your Life: Yeah, someone told me once when you were out, she went a little crazy, ran her mouth about me
Christmas Tree Farm: And when I’m feeling alone, you remind me of home
Christmas Tree Farm: And when the world isn’t fair, I pretend that we’re there
Christmases When You Were Mine: There were Christmases when you were mine
Christmases When You Were Mine: When you were putting up the lights this year, did you notice one less pair of hands?
Christmases When You Were Mine: There were Christmases when I didn’t wonder how you are tonight
Eyes Open: Even when you’re sleeping, keep your eyes open
I Heart ?: And when you’re home all alone at tonight, you still wonder why
I Heart ?: And you’ll know you didn’t beat me when you look down and see I got an I heart question mark written on the back of my hand
If This Was A Movie: When time stood still and I had you
If This Was A Movie: Flashback to the night when you said to me
Safe and Sound: I remember tears streaming down your face when I said, “I’ll never let you go”
Safe and Sound: When all those shadows almost killed your light
Safe and Sound: Hold onto this lullaby even when the music’s gone
The Alcott: I see you smile when you see it’s me
The Joker and the Queen (Remix): When I fold, you see the best in me
The Joker and the Queen (Remix): When I folded, you saw the best in me
This Is What You Came For: I say, “Your place” when we leave
Two Is Better Than One: ‘Cause when I close my eyes and drift away, I think of you and everything’s okay
You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: But when the lights go down, it’s the ending of the show
You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: ‘Cause when I’m feeling down and I’m all alone, I always got a place where I can go
Official Alternate Releases
I Bet You Think About Me (Clean Version): Last time you felt free was when none of that mattered ‘cause you were with me
Lover (feat. Shawn Mendes): Pictures of when we were young would hang on the wall
Lover (feat. Shawn Mendes): I’ll sing love songs to you when we’re eighty
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The Crown S5E1 Commentary:
Non-Spoiler Gist - It was a good first episode, I am mixed about some of the casting but I'm going to chalk it up to the transitional period of it and I just need to get used to them. I was really surprised about the new Prime Minister.
Spoilers Under The Cut:
The way I got so emotional seeing Claire Foy again as Lizzie 🥺🥺
The transitional scenes crack me up I dunno why it just feels very meta
This report feels like an lie - who in the WORLD thinkd he's modern, young and empathetic???
OH COS DI WOULD BE QUEEN SJKSKDJD
Ahhh the second honeymoon is a PR stunt yikes
I don't know how I feel about Elizabeth's Diana. Like obviously she's older and jaded so the vibe is different I dunno something feels off
Charles and Diana are being friendly???
Oh there he is Chucky being a dick
Awee babey Harry
AWWW THE BOYS WANTING TO GO SHOPPING WITH THEIR MOM
It's all a lie Lizzie they aren't a happy couple at all.
Johnathan's voice as Phillip is SO OFF
It needs to be steeper
"A replacement" Lmao they're not talking about the boat anymore
Ohmygod they're playing Mariah!!
I love that Diana is having the time of her life with her boys as she should!
Oop the article is coming
I need to find this paper
Oooh is that the new Anne?? I kinda miss Erin already hdkdjd
What is so damming about this article omg
Don't say no to Anne lmao do you want to die sir
Lmaooo she's gonna see it eventually they can't hide it from her forever
LOL THEY WENT TO PHILLY FIRST DJDKDKD
Despite my issues with him, I do love his devotion to Lizzie
Not Chucky planning a pseudo coup ndndjd
Okay the new Anne has the voice down I need her more snappy
This moment between mother and daughter is cute I'll give them that.
Oh helloooo Tim hahaha
"How come I never noticed"
"Cos you're married" LMAO
I'm shook the guy playing Tim looks just like him
Not Charles and his pseudo coup
Him complementing the PM sjdkdkk yall are boring white dudes calm down
Lmaooo "It's instinct for renewal and it's willingness to make way for someone younger" Are we thinking of the same Conservative Party Chucky???
Chucky you're not Edward though. God the delusion of this man
Leslie is a vibe as Margaret
But I swear the Queen Mother looks like a new person every time dkdjdkd
Lmao Lizzie is sussing them out
Damn Martin is hot?? Granted all the Martins were shsjks
I NEED to find this article and I wanna know what the journalist was on lmao
HE'S SIPPING HIS TEA LMAO after she told him abt the article
Jesus she is NOT asking for funding for a ship??
Yesss Johnny tell her
I'm very conflicted by John Majors he's so right in both of these convos but he's also a TORY 🤢🤢
Lizzie you sound like a spoilt rich person please shut up
"Service I've given this country" 🤡🤡🤡 Okay Lizzie okay.
Hohoho Dominic West in a kilt??? He's an asshat for cheating on his wife but damn does he look good
Philly shouldn't be going this hard on a ship
John Majors is gonna be the Royal Fam's babysitter and therapist this season it's so funny please. John Majors is so right in this episode I can't even Peter Morgan HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME AGREE WITH A TORY
Literally me agreeing with everything John's been saying this ep:
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a few of my favorite passages from Empty Smiles (Small Spaces #4)
Empty Smiles is OUT, OUT, OUT! If you don’t mind being spoiled, take a look at the passages that made me sometimes want to howl and scream. Smiling man galore in this book. I honestly can’t post every passage that I enjoy like I’ve done for the other books because he’s in it so much, I’d just be posting pages and pages. So I’m being more selective here.
Tim’s wild eyes darted from the hot rocks, to the rippling creek, up to the bleached-blue sky. “He was nice. But he scared me. I asked for Ruthie and he said no. I wanted to stay for Ruthie, but he pushed me in the water. Maybe I should try to get him to take me back. But I’m scared.”
Imagine being a scared kid who was just turned into a doll with your little sister, then some nice looking man transforms you back, tells you to deliver a message, and denies your requests for your sister. Love it. He also told Tim (not in the quote) that if he forgot the message, he’d find him and bring him back to the carnival.
“She woke up alone. The nightstand beside her held a neat pile of cold medicine, a glass of water, and a bowl of soup. Her throat hurt. Her head hurt. She drank her soup, went to sleep, woke up, found tea on her nightstand, drank that. Went back to sleep, woke up, and she was well. The bedroom had a chest of drawers. She found white dresses in it, neatly folded, with yellowing lace and a faint smell of dried roses, as though the dresses had been there a long time and belonged to someone else.“
Two things. One, the smiling man providing some health care! Nice. But two, THE OLD DRESSES. Seriously. Seriously!? “As though the dresses had been there a long time and belonged to someone else.” So so many interesting implications there. But also, “your bedroom after you’ve been kidnapped has old fancy dresses in it” hits so many of my “90s kid grew up watching 80s fantasy movies” buttons.
“Is something terrible and scary going to happen? If you show me the carnival?”
He grinned at her. Outright grinned, like a big brother or something. “Not this evening.”
THIS HURTS. A big brother grin! One of the running themes in this book is that OIllie can’t help but seem him as human sometimes, too human, and she says it makes her hard to be wary of him like she should be. And this is a moment that sticks out.
Sometimes he sounded old-fashioned, and sometimes he didn’t. She gave him a curious look. “How old are you?”
“Manners, Olivia,” he said.
There’s a number of moments here that just give up “oh the shit I put up with from these kids” vibes, and this is one.
She tried to make plans for the future. She tried not to feel sad. Or despairing. Or betrayed. Betrayed? Seriously? You knew he was a liar. You knew he was completely untrustworthy. You knew, Ollie.
This is after Ollie discovers that the dolls hanging up as prizes at the carnival are all people who were caught by the clowns and turned into dolls. And she’s wondering if that was the fate the smiling man had in store for her.
Ollie crossed her arms, standing in her bedroom doorway. “Were you going to tell me about the dolls?”
“No,” he said. “But I assumed you’d be curious eventually and work it out.”
“I didn’t— You kidnap people and—”
A faint smile. “Only the careless, the arrogant, or the unlucky.”
Of course “the unlucky” covers y’know... anyone who’s been scooped up by him as part of a bargain, or like the kids in the beginning of the book, wandered down the wrong path in the carnival. Or a kid who tried to sneak a doll after losing the carnival game. It’s fun to see him just dismiss “kidnapping people and dooming them to a fate worse than death” as oh, well. Deliciously mean.
He narrowed his eyes. “You called me the last time, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t have a choice! You got us stuck on a haunted island with a monster! My dad was dying.”
“For heaven’s sake, stop bristling. You are old enough to learn common sense. Sit down, you silly girl, and let me see to your hands.”
“Don’t you dare,” Ollie said. “Don’t you dare be nice. You did this to me.” She felt like crying again.
“I did not make you climb out a broken window. Now, sit down.”
I love this scene. Ollie has broken glass in her hand from escaping the clowns after sneaking out at night, ignoring the smiling man’s warning to not do so. And he sits down and plucks all the glass out, disinfects them, etc. “You silly girl.”
He pursed his lips. “I did say I’d never lie directly to you.”
“It doesn’t matter. You lie by omission, since you know everything and I know nothing. Friends don’t lie to friends at all.”
An odd expression appeared on his face. He didn’t say anything.
There’s a reason why I added the song ‘How to Fight Loneliness’ to my WIP Small Spaces playlist after reading this book.
“The world is full of ghastly corners,” he said. “I like ghastly corners. Hospitals often have one. This one is special. People who were locked up in life make excellent ghosts.” He gave the hallway a look of approval. “Now, your answer?”
He’s talking to Coco in an abandoned mental ward of a hospital. I love this bit of lore drop, gives more depth to his personality and makes sentences in the earlier books about what the smiling man would find amusing even creepier. He loves him some creepy stuff.
She took a deep breath. “No.”
He stopped walking.
“Save me from stubborn girls,” he muttered.
This line sent me to heaven. It killed me, and I rose up. He was offering to give Coco a happy future with Mr. Adler & her mom, offering to leave Brian and Coco’s family and friends alone, if she gave up on trying to save Ollie. “Save me from stubborn girls” is the epitome of all his exasperation in this book, trying to convince Ollie to agree to stay, trying to convince Coco & co to stop trying to save her. Save. me. from. stubborn. girls.
The thought flowed into her like hot chocolate, soothing her fear. “You could come in with me,” Ollie said, only half joking. “If you’re so worried.”
“I don’t protect people from their own stupidity,” he snapped, and now he did look angry. Also uncertain, which was unlike him.
He told Ollie not to go in the fun house after dark, and she plans on going to look for one of the keys she needs to get out of the carnival. It’s the one place he refused to go in, even in the daylight. I love this line so much because it gives his actions in previous books, in what he did with Jonathan Webster, etc, some more nuance. If someone wants to trade away their humanity and soul to raise someone from the dead, well, he won’t stop you. If someone wants to trade away an entire group of children to save their farm, well, he won’t stop you. Etc.
“Why?” Ollie said. “Why do you do this?”
He didn’t joke, or say something condescending. He didn’t pretend to misunderstand or to not hear her at all. Something changed in his face, though. It grew—stranger, somehow. Remote.
He spoke slowly, as though weighing out each word before letting it fall. “Once, a long time ago, it was easy to find yourself—elsewhere. The world was—oh, what’s the word? You say uncanny in English, I suppose. From the Scots, sixteenth century: unknowable. The world was uncanny. It was full of strange things. Strange people. Strange worlds. Ways behind the mist. People believed the world was uncanny, and their very conviction kept the ways open.”
Ollie listened, silent.
“There are fewer ways now,” said the smiling man. “But some remain. The places where the world turns frightening, strange, sideways. And that is where you will find me. Tricking people through the mist. That is my—job, if you like. To keep the way between worlds open.”
Ollie stared. “But you—so you have to do all this?”
A very faint smile. “That was another question, Olivia. But all right. Sometimes, not always.”
THE. LORE. DROP. The lore drop, y’all.
So, this is the reason why I had to rewrite my book reader fic, because initially reader--instead of saying “oh maybe he’s like a vampire or something that needs to do this to live” she was way too close to home. The initial version had something like “Maybe he has to get souls to keep the door to the mist open, like the scarecrows. Maybe the more souls he collects, the stronger he is.” So after I read Empty Smiles, I had to change it, not wanting her to be more or less right.
Anyway, regarding the lore: I love it. I love that it gives more depth and explanation for why he does what he does. He’s this otherworldly entity tasked with keeping the way to the world behind the mist open, and he does some awful nasty things to do it. And he enjoys doing it, he never denies that. He loves scaring people. He says some truly awful things throughout the books, does some truly awful things, but there’s a reason. This new lore has made it a lot easier to work on ideas for new fics!
Final passage that I’ll share.
“I have one condition,” she said, turning back to the smiling man.
Both brows lifted. “Haggling is unbecoming,” he told her. “What makes you think I even want to bargain?”
“Because this is fun for you,” Coco said. “You want to see what we’ll do. Besides, you can’t even talk about unbecoming. You’re pretending to be a carnival barker while playing games with people’s lives. That’s unbecoming.”
“You’ll make the loveliest doll,” he informed her, with a touch of malice. “Pretty. Quiet.”
I love that, for all that he is somewhat gentler with Ollie in the book, somewhat friendlier with them (he also says to Coco, when he first sees her again, “My dear, is that any way to greet an old friend?”) he drops shit like this, too. What a mean thing to say. Beautifully mean, though. He also says/does something very cruel to Ollie, just as he did in Dead Voices when she tells him (in disguise) about her mom dying in a plane crash.
So! those are my favorite-favorite bits.
Like I said, if I was going to share every Smiling man bit, it would just be too much. But these are definitely my favorites.
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WOO hi liz what are your fave replacements songs <3
Okay since everyone else is replying album by album I’ll do that too :3
Sorry Ma: as far as I’m concerned Takin a Ride is up there with the best first album first songs of all time. Shiftless When Idle, Raised in the City, and if we count If Only You Were Lonely that would probably be my favorite from the album
Stink: this is probably my least favorite mats album... but Kids Don’t Follow and Go are great songs, White and Lazy and Fuck School are funny.
Hootenanny: it’s kind of obvious what the great songs off this album are... but every time I listen to it I think I get most pumped for Run It, Mr Whirly and Lovelines . Treatment Bound is incredible to me bc it’s like telling the story of the band when it’s barely even begun. Idk if any of these would make a top 10 but I sure do love the album 😋
Let It Be: LET IT BE!!!!! I Will Dare is a perfect song, Favorite Thing brings me unbridled joy, Unsatisfied is The song to sit on the floor and mouth to yourself at 1am, Answering Machine is my favorite (and if I recall also Paul’s) favorite mats song ever... and then the 20th century boy b-side is :-0......
Tim: omg Zoe I can’t believe you’ve never listened to Tim!!!! We are all Tim devotees here... if I were to make a straight top 10 list probably like 5 of them would be from Tim. Kiss Me On The Bus is such a fun little song, Waitress in the Sky always makes me laugh, Swingin Party was the first mats song I was obsessed with and like.... idk what to even say about it that wouldn’t fill like a whole paragraph.... Bastards of Young is like the Mats thesis statement, and the third verse has my favorite lyrics of all time. Left of the Dial is just such a cool song that encompasses so much, Little Mascara is a perfect hidden little gem, Here Comes a Regular is another gr8 song to sit on the floor at 1am to.....
Pleased to Meet Me: Alex Chilton and Can’t Hardly Wait are perfect songs, but my favorite from this album is probably Skyway (it’s sooooo pretty 😌), I think Shooting Dirty Pool is probably their best late period goof-off song, and I love it with my whole heart.....
Don’t Tell A Soul: Achin To Be is one of THE great Westerberg songs, my first semester of college I remember listening to it like everyday lol.... I love They’re Blind, and Portland has gotta be one of my top picks
All Shook Down: Nobody is a perfect little song, All Shook Down is like.... His voice sounds so miserable in this but well what can I say it really sells the song. Those two songs I think can stand up to anything the mats ever did but I am in the camp that thinks that this is kind of a weaker album.... I enjoy it but for the most part more like I’d enjoy a Paul solo album
ETC their another girl another planet is soooo slay..... nowhere is near my home might be a favorite as well
I’m not sure this really tells you what my favorite mats songs are but well I hope you got something out of it 🤷♀️ if any other replacements mutuals would like to participate in this let me know this is fun 😝
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WIP Wednesday
so a friend/irl nuisance double-dared me to start "sharing content in the process, it doesn't have to be good". it sounded a lot better and inspiring when he said it ngl.
so here's a segment from tell me where the good men go, my beloved batfam medieval fantasy au.
Rating: Teen and Up
Category: Gen
Relationships: Dick Grayson & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Tim Drake & Cassandra Cain & Damian Wayne & Duke Thomas
Additional Tags: Presumed Dead (Dick), Magic Medieval Fantasy AU
Additional Context: Dick's been presumed dead by his siblings for three years, for Reasons that are relevant to the overall plot lol (no spoilers!!) In those three years, he traveled across the continent, met up with the Wally and Garth (and later Donna and Roy ala classic Fab Five) to form the Titans. Eventually, news of the Titans and their mysterious leader makes its way back East to Gotham, prompting people to investigate.
This is a Tim-centered POV of some of the events that lead up to Dick's highly-exaggerated disappearance, and how he's been coping in the present, and it's been sitting in my drafts for... three years, roughly. Enjoy!
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Before
“I don’t like it.”
“Hm. Tough.”
Tim doesn’t do something so undignified as whine, though it’s a very close thing. Dick is a big brother several times over, and is very used to Little Sibling Dramatics, and therefore manages to restrain from rolling his eyes or calling Tim a little brat. Jason and Damian have no such restraint.
“You made this plan, Tim,” Jason says, poking Tim in the shoulder just as he starts yet another misguided attempt to sit up on his own strength. Tim makes a little wheezing sound- not entirely unlike the noise a balloon makes as it deflates- and all but collapses back onto his pillows. This, of course, sets off Jason’s mothering tendencies, which in turn sets off another round of Tim’s not-whining ‘I’m fine’s that none of them are inclined to believe anymore.
Jason’s scowl grows into a truly fearsome thing (not that any of them are in any way affected by it) as he fusses over the multitude of blankets and pillows that surround Tim. “As I recall,” he says as he works, voice dry, “we were very concerned about the amount of risks incorporated into this plan, but you were the one who insisted that ‘it’s really nothing to worry about, you see,’ and ‘you’re all being unreasonably ridiculous and overprotective about this.’”
“Yes, well, things were different. Are different,” Tim bites out as he lies back against the (newly fluffed) pillows. Tim’s skin, already naturally pale, is nearly as white as the clean sheets he’s lying against, and the absence of further protest from him at Jason’s fussing makes the rest of them exchange glances.
None of the others had been present when Dick had sat down with Alfred and Lady Thompkins as she'd solemnly walked them through the damage Tim's time with Ra's had done to his body, and the long road to recovery that loomed over Dick's second-youngest brother.
"I was clearly compromised," Tim ends up snapping at Jason's prodding, stubbornly trying once again to sit up on his won. "It's a stupid plan, and no-one's going through with it."
“Things were different,” Tim snaps, struggling to sit upright. He doesn't quite manage it, but he does find the strength to bat away Jason's hands. “I was compromised. It’s a stupid plan, and no-one’s going through with it.”
“Why?” Dick asks, softly. “Because you’re no longer the one carrying it out?”
None of them quite freeze at the implications of Dick’s question, though there is a tenseness in the way they all settle afterwards, gravitating to Tim’s bed from where they are scattered across the room.
Tim himself gives up on sitting upright, falling back onto sweat-damp sheets and pillows with a huff. After a moment, he grabs a pillow and throws it- judging by the direction, he's aiming for Damian, but weakened as he is, it just falls sadly over the edge. Jason sighs at the destruction of his hard work and opts to carefully pull Tim forward, supporting him all the while, so that Dick can plump the pillows up against the headboard and settle against them. Once done, he holds his arms open to lean Tim back against his chest while Jason sits on Tim's other side. Duke takes a seat at the foot of the bed, a hand on Tim's ankle, while Cass gracefully slots herself next to Tim, her head on Jason's lap. Damian clambers up and sits near Tim's feet, arms wrapped around Tim's fallen pillow, glaring petulantly at nothing in particular. Tim nudges him with his foot, and Damian gently whaps him with the pillow, and it's enough to bring smiles to everyone's faces, for a moment.
Dick brushes back Tim’s sweat-soaked bangs, studying the unhealthy paleness of his brother’s skin. Underneath the soaked nightshirt, he knows, bandages near-completely wrap around his brother's torso. Tim catches him looking and rolls his eyes. “I’m fine. This is fine. The wound’s settled nicely, and the healers give me less than a month before I’m back to full capacity.”
“Funny,” Duke murmurs. “I could’ve sworn it was longer. Two, three months, wasn’t it, Cass?”
“Mn,” Cassandra hums agreeably, carding her fingers through Tim’s hair. Tim makes an antagonized sound.
“Duke,” he groans. “Please shut up.”
“No,” Duke says pleasantly, at the same time Cass gently chastises him. “Injuries aren’t an excuse to be rude,” she says, her voice still soft but firm.
“Yes, Cass,” Tim sighs, ignoring Duke’s pleased grin and Jason’s snort. He lets it slide because he knows that they’re just as bad as he is when it comes to indulging their sister, who is a force of nature and one of the best things in this world, and therefore they had no room to talk.
The silence that fills the room afterwards is neither unpleasant nor comfortable. They are well-attuned to one another, all of them, and they know the outcome of the conversation- if it can even be called that, Tim thinks bitterly, what with him an invalid laid up in bed like some damsel in distress.
“I don’t like it,” he says again, but it’s softer this time. Quieter, and full of resignation. His eyes flicker up to meet Dick’s. “It’s not safe,” his voice is pleading, even if he knows it won’t make a difference. He’d defended his case and the risks involved far too well last time, and even as his brain raced, trying to restructure the plan now, he couldn’t think of anything that would be as effective, or didn’t risk another one of their siblings. Dick only smiles indulgently at him as he continues to gently card his fingers through Tim’s hair.
“Good,” he says brightly. “Now, when you make plans, you’ll be making them as if we were the ones carrying them out, and maybe we’ll get you a sense of self-preservation yet.”
“I hate you.”
“Okay, little brother.”
“That’s not how this works.”
“I’m older therefore I know better therefore this is exactly how it works.”
“I’m stealing your coffee supply.”
“Mkay.”
“All of it.”
“I look forward to hearing you defend a sudden increase in coffee consumption to Alfred.”
...
"Be careful."
"I always am."
"...come home?"
...
"I'll do my very best."
Now
There are two jars of coffee beans in the royal family kitchens- one is plain gray and utilitarian. The other is garishly painted in red, yellow, and green, as if by a child. There are chips and scratches on the base, and the red robin on top of the lid is missing a wing and has glue smeared messily around it from the last time it fell off and was put back. Dick's name is engraved in gold on the front.
Years ago, Tim had sat at the marble counter of the small kitchenette in the Royal family’s inner rooms, watching intently as Dick Grayson, then-heir to the throne of Gotham, had taught him how to make coffee for the first time. “The secret, Timmy,” he’d said, pulling the colorful jar close for Tim to inspect, “is in the beans. The ones we get here in the palace are alright,” Dick had pulled a silly expression, making Tim laugh, “But mine are special and so much better. You’ll see.”
Truthfully, Tim hadn’t liked the bitter drink very much at first, though Dick was right that it was better than the stuff they drank more regularly. He’d delighted in the scandalized faces Dick had made as he’d added liberal amounts of cream and honey to his cup to make it palatable. It had become a tradition, eventually, for Tim to gravitate to Dick’s corner of the kitchen in the early mornings and help his brother prepare coffee for the family.
When Dick and the others had left him and Damian for the campaign against Ra’s, years ago, Tim had seriously contemplated emptying Dick’s special stores of coffee beans (he'd found all of them years ago) as a form of petty revenge.
He had ended up hiding them, and then crying over the stupid jar for months before finally returning it to the kitchens. No one had said anything about it, though they’d cancelled court after Damian had first spotted it and consequently disappeared for the rest of the morning.
Tim reaches instead for the dull gray container, measuring out the beans and grinding them with the ease of familiarity while carefully monitoring the pot set to boil over the stove. The routine grounds him in the foreign silence of the early morning and the empty kitchen. Normally, the royal family kitchens were filled with sound and movement as the siblings maneuvered around one another in the familiar dance of preparing for the day ahead.
But Cass, Jason, and Damian had gone West three months now, and Duke had been called away to settle a spat between two minor fiefs to the northern borders about a week ago- leaving Tim to manage the affairs of court by himself.
‘So much for none of us carrying the burden of a throne by ourselves,’ Tim can’t help thinking, a little bitterly. He checks the pot again, draining half the water into the sink before he pours the coffee grounds and takes it off the stove. Three months, and he still prepares too much water lest Damian complain about not having any left for his tea. One would think that he’d get used to the absence after so long.
But then again, he thinks, turning back to stare at the red-yellow-green jar with a robin on top, one of the last things he had left to remember his brother by, some absences are impossible to get used to.
The familiar, rich scent of coffee fills the small kitchenette as he works, drawing a small, bittersweet smile on his face. The early morning routine is a small comfort amongst the burdens and stress of running a kingdom, but these days, it feels like memories, routines, and small comforts are all Tim has left.
And maybe... maybe a little hope.
Tim eyes the letters on the counter. One is from Duke. The minor disturbance on the northern border is more complicated than they'd initially thought, but not as drastic as he'd feared as of his last writing. A week, maybe two, and Tim would have one of his brothers home. Two are from Cass and Jason. They've crossed the Western Wastes, and are headed for Salire, the fabled base of the Titans.
The last is from Damian. It's a picture he found in an inn, in Hatton Corners, he writes. It's a poster of three young men. Two are unknown to him, but the last-
The last Tim would recognize at the end of the world.
"I didn't show Cassandra and Jason. Latest rumors report Robin missing and the Titans on guard. But it's a lead.
We finally found him."
Yes. Maybe a little hope.
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Clue inspired Max Phillips/Tim Rockford/The Thief Crossover Prompt! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🕵️♂️🩸💎
When you were a child, your mother or father died under strange and unusual circumstances. The exact cause of death is still unknown. At the crime scene all they found was scissors and a glass of wine with lipstick on it. But no blood was found around the crime scene or in your mother’s/father’s body. She/He was completely drained. An anonymous individual tipped off police about the body.
Now an adult, you enlist the help of Detective Tim Rockford to solve the cold case. His investigation leads him to The Nowhere House - a centuries old yet opulent mansion rumored to be haunted. It’s said to be as mesmerizingly beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside, if not more so. It’s rumored to have a labyrinthine interior similar to the Winchester Mystery House that disorients anyone who dares to enter so that they can never find the front door ever again. It won't let you out but inexplicably offers whatever you need. There’s endless hallways lined with doors, each leading to different rooms such as bedrooms, ballrooms, libraries, etc.
There’s conflicting stories of the mansion’s history: Some say it was built by a wealthy man as a wedding gift for his new bride but she died under mysterious circumstances before it was finished. When the house was finally completed, her widower held her corpse in his arms as he entombed himself alive within the walls so they’d always be together in the house meant for them. Some speculate she was murdered, etc., etc. The stories are always contradictory and told differently. Nobody knows what’s truth or what’s legend.
You’re conflicted because you want your mother/father’s death solved, but you don’t want Tim to go anywhere near that dreadful place. “Detective, not to disrespect your job or anything, but I’d highly recommend against going near that mansion. The people who live there can…do things. Unnatural things. We’ve learned to leave it be; I suggest you do the same.” But a lead is a lead, and Tim must follow it, no matter how dangerous. It’s his job. He goes undercover to infiltrate a masquerade ball being held there. You’re stubborn and refuse to let him go alone, so you force him to take you with as his “date.” You and Tim mingle with the other guests and blend in. You play your roles and engage in eating and drinking, chatting, or even dancing if you must. You and Tim eventually split up to cover more ground.
While you’re snooping around and searching for clues, you open a door only to find the room empty. You suddenly get the feeling that you’re not alone as your hair stands up on your neck. You turn around and run into Max Phillips, one of the hosts for this evening. Even underneath his mask, you can tell he’s devilishly handsome. He’s charismatic and seductive when he smiles at you, his pearly white teeth glinting in the candlelight. He plays the part of a gentleman as he chats you up while drinking a glass of red wine. He corners you and won’t let you get away so easily despite your excuses to leave, so you indulge him in his flirtations.
Maybe if you keep him talking and distract him long enough, you’ll buy Tim enough time to find evidence. And It wouldn’t be such a terrible fate if you ended up in a closet or bedroom with this handsome man for a few hours either. You’ll do what you gotta do. He shows you around and eventually leads you to a special door. He tells you that this room has been locked up tight ever since the original owner’s funeral - the key has since gone missing. Over the centuries, subsequent owners and inhabitants of the mansion have always been warned that they’re not, under any circumstances, allowed inside this very room. Many have tried to break in, but all have failed. Some even went so far as to commit grave robbery. They dug up the original owner’s corpse and searched for the key, but contrary to popular belief, it wasn’t buried with him.
You’re attached to Max’s hip and all is well at the party - until the lights go out and there’s a murder. Problem is, the one murdered is Detective Tim Rockford. Once Tim’s body is discovered, the mansion’s sophisticated security system activates. All the doors and windows are locked and shuttered, all escape routes are cut off. No party guests are allowed to leave until the culprit is found. You scream in horror as you find yourself in the middle of another murder mystery, but this time the detective is the victim. Now what’re you gonna do?
Unbeknownst to everyone, A thief broke in just before the commotion caused the luxurious mansion to go into lockdown. He was hiding himself amongst the guests and stealing their valuables right from under their noses, but now he’s trapped inside with all of you. Dammit. This heist is suddenly not going so well for him. The Thief’s plan quickly switches from "steal" to "survive". Unbeknownst to any of you, your host, Max Phillips, is a vampire. He may or may not have murdered your mother/father. He may or may not be Tim’s murderer. He could be guilty of one crime but not the other. He could be guilty of both crimes. There may be no crime at all. Later in the evening, you notice the key sitting in the lock of the forbidden room. What happens next? It’s all up to you.
(Maybe not everything is as it seems. Maybe there’s a much bigger, more convoluted scheme at play here. What if Tim isn’t actually dead and it’s all just an elaborate hoax? What if you, Max, and/or The Thief are all in on it as well and co-conspirators? If it’s all a hoax, why are any of you doing this? What’s your true motive? It’s all up to you to decide.)
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Acceptance (Fanfic)
Clark Kent strummed his fingers on his knee. He could count on a few of them the amount of time he had ever had a butterfly and now he could add a pinky. For Gotham, Leslie Thompkins’s apartment was a stark contrast to the gothic, brutalist and Tim Burton fever dream outside. It was a two bed, two bath, accented in Alice blue and Roux white. The decor had a modern sensibility but the paintings lining the walls and photographs spotting here and there made it homie. On Zillow it would make a great steal, if Zillow dared to list anything in Gotham. Clark had particularly smiled at a picture of Leslie, standing between a beautiful red-headed bride, in a decked-out wheelchair, lilac, laced around her spokes, and a sharp-looking groom, his Biscayne blue’s elevating his boy next door smile.
“You made a very handsome usher,” Leslie stood between the linoleum of the kitchen and the hard wood of the living room. She was a petite woman, with silver hair, sloppily bundled on her head, and chocolate brown eyes framed in cat rimmed glasses. She could be the aunt who tells you a bawdy joke at the family Christmas party or your mom’s best friend whose advice you take even when your parents said the exact same thing
“That was a fun night,” Clark started.
“For the world’s greatest introvert, Bruce knows how to throw a party.” The kettle whistled for attention and Leslie called over her shoulder.
“You and Lois certainly know how to cut a rug.”
“You and Alfred were no slouches either, Doctor Thompkins.”
“Clark.”
“Sorry. Leslie.” She returned with twin mugs of tea.
“You Midwestern boys and your politeness. It’s a warm welcome from, GET OUT OF THE WAY OR ALL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!”
“Rush hour in Metropolis has its fair share of angry drivers too.”
“It was the Supermarket.” Leslie placed her mug on a coaster and as she handed the other to the former journalist,
“Careful it’s ho—” She remembered,
“Sorry, forgot who I was talking too.” Clark thanked her as he laced the tea in his hands. Leslie situated herself, the coffee table dividing them.
“You don’t take notes?” Clark asked.
“No. I find it too distracting.”
“I wouldn’t X-Ray them if you did.”
“Saves me from buying led lined note pads.” She winked at the farm boy.
“Just a reminder; Nothing is off the table. No emotion is unwarranted. I do have insurance, so if you want to start zapping things, please direct it at the ugly string art my cousin Dorothy got me from Tucson.” Clark spotted it, across the room.
“It must be really, interesting, being the Superheroes’ therapist.”
Leslie laughed.
“Thinking about maybe getting my own costume. But seriously, behind the capes and the superpowers your people too.”
“Even if you come from another planet,” she added.
“Having teenagers, I feel the same way, Usually I would go to my mom or Bruce for advice, but he said you would be a better fit.”
“You and Him became very close,” Leslie observed.
“Almost twenty years. I always hate it when people call us frenemies. Bruce is one of my best friends, he would technically be Jordan’s Godfather, if Me and Lois were the religious type. I wasn’t always thrilled with his choices, especially when he brought Dick into the fight, but the kid turned out great, as did the others.”
“I think it would be fair to say you helped keep the rosy in that boy’s cheeks. You came up with Nightwing didn’t you?” Clark chuckled at the Question.
“Yes, like you said though I just helped. But I have two boys full time and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” Clark caught the H word. Rarely would he use a damn but it felt honest.
“Once again Clark, you are no different than any parent today. Bruce has definitely not been perfect. But we’re not here to compare the Dark Knight and the Man of Steel, we’re here to talk about you.” Clark took a long sip of hot green, choosing his next words.
“I wasn’t around as much as I should have, with the boys I mean. Between the Planet, Metropolis and the literal planet. I remember missing their seventh birthday. I had to lie and tell them I had to work on a scoop out of town.”
“What were you actually doing?” Leslie asked.
“Stopping a forest fire in California. But let me tell you, the disappointment in their faces was a lot more scorching. Especially Jordan.”
“Jordon is where you’re finding the most contention?”
“Yes and No. I don’t want to minimalize Jonathan. I took him from the only home he knows, he and his girlfriend broke up and theirs a huge possibility he may never have powers. He called Smallville his Kryptonite.”
“And what did you do?”
“I pulled the typical parental platitudes. You tell yourself you’re going to be different from your folks and then you open your mouth…” Leslie nodded.
“And Jordan?”
The former journalist sat back.
“The kid is dealing with social-anxiety, he’s developing powers and there’s no telling what he’s capable of. I feel like I’m making it worse and Jordan confirmed it, loudly.” Leslie pressed on and Clark explained to her about everything, including taking Jordan to the Fortress, how his father made the kid feel inadequate, how he was struggling with the heat vision, the strength, Jonathan’s passive aggressive resentment, not to mention puberty was in the periphery.
“Elsa’s Ice castle?” They both shared a smile.
“I sent him to his room. Standard procedure in our house.”
“No, it’s a good way to diffuse tension. It allows you to compartmentalize and figure your next move. I assume you talked after?”
“Yes. And it was great. I got a smile out of him, until he got mad for something else and it feels like the entire board gets erased.”
“He’s a teenager Clark. Not excusing any rudeness, but I think it’s great you give both your boys a little grace when expressing themselves. Some parents are too quick to jump at the smalless inflection in the voice or movement in the face.”
“My parents were good about those things to. I can lift a submarine, break the sound barrier and kick Kalibak’s backside across Metropolis but Jordan…” He trailed off.
“Jordan doesn’t need to be saved, Clark,” Leslie finished.
“I didn’t say that.”
“But that was where the bus was stopping. When you speak of Jonathan it’s more typical teenager. Having to move, new school, new football team—”
“Jordan’s powers—”
“You keep saying that too. I have a question for you.” Clark nodded.
“Would you have preferred that Jonathan had the powers instead of Jordan?” she caught his hesitation, but waited.
“I don’t have a favorite Leslie.” It came out more forced then intended but the therapists resolve did not waver.
“That’s not what I asked Clark. I’ll rephrase, would it have been better If Jonathan had the powers.” Leslie hit a nerve, no small feat. He wouldn’t look into her eyes, just staring down at the tea bag at the bottom of his mug.
“Jonathan, he has his flaws and like I said I have my short comings with him but, I get him. That sounds horrible. “
“No, it doesn’t Clark. It sounds honest. Keep going.”
“I suck at articulating myself.”
“You’re doing fine. We’ll get every piece in the puzzle in its place.”
“When I told them my secret, Jordon accused me of wanting John to have the powers instead of him. I take responsibility for not considering, it was just the hurt in his eyes, the hurt in both their eyes. Honestly, I was hoping neither of them would have them. These abilities come with a price. I’ve lost a lot along the way. You have enough on your plate in life without putting on a costume.”
“Clark, I can tell you for a fact you don’t have a favorite. You just have a different relationship, no more no less, just different,” Leslie sipped.
“It’s not like Jordan and I have nothing in common. We have the same sense of humor, we share the same favorite flavor of ice cream, both love Stephen King novels, I can go on but the older he got the more separated we got and now we share this huge thing.” Clark paused for a moment. Lesley waited with a saint’s patience.
“I’m not worried Jordan is going to level a town or become a supervillain. Lois has always been his anker when it came to his mental health. She was able to quell every tantrum and talk him through every anxiety attack, I was lucky if I could make it to one of his therapy sessions. His brother even has a better grasp of what’s going on.”
“I’m sure your, well maybe training is not the best word, but coaching him with these abilities?”
“Yes of course, and it’s helped us get closer actually, it’s just…”
“The unpredictability. I’ll repeat Clark, he’s a teenager. They are figuring things as they go along, they aren’t in the eye of the storm, they are the storm, social anxiety, super powers or not. You are capable of such great feats Clark. You can stop a building from burning with your freeze breath and weld the beams of broken bridges with your fire eyes…” Clark nodded while cracking a smile.
“But Jordan is not a burning building, or a broken bridge, not even a cat in a tree. He’s a young man like you once were figuring out his place in the world and good fortune to him has a more developed support system.” Clarks’ brow lifted.
“Don’t get me wrong, your parents were the gold standard. They took a baby and not just any baby, one that fell from the sky and raised him with unconditional love and helped him develop his gifts when they didn’t know what the heck they were doing and when you became a man, they supported you becoming a hero. Your mother made you your first costume. You won a lottery anyone would dream to cash in.” the farm boy shelved his brow, taking in this information as easy as his cup of tea.
“From what you’ve told me, the boys are acclimating to small town life. Jonathan has made new friends and met a new girl and Jordon is coming out of his shell and through his abilities as well. You teaching him it’s actually bringing you two closer together, not further apart. You told me your powers are driven by emotion, that’s something you can relate to with Jordan, that’s your way in and you both can bounce off each other.” Clark was about to respond—
“But what if—”
“Nope. What if Jordan zapped someone on the field? What if Jonathan blew up in that trailer? What ifs are bread and butter to intrusive thoughts and I sympathize with you having them, we all do. My understanding Clark is that a lot of these insecurities you have stem from Kara and not to be to blunt, Loise’s miscarriage.” That caught the Man of Steel off guard but remembered that Lois did talk to Leslie years ago.
“I feel like I abandoned her.”
“You were a young man in his early twenties, finding his place in the world. Not to mention introducing yourself to that world as Superman. No one could expect you to take care of a ten-year-old girl. You gave her to a family that helped her thrive and she has become a remarkable young woman and hero in her own right, regardless of sharing the same crest as her cousin and it wasn’t as if you flew away from her life, you still visited and kept in touch.”
“And Lois?”
“You both went through something that many have gone through. It is horrible and immeasurable painful and though you both may never heal completely from such a loss, you and Lois have been fantastic parents to those boys despite the fact you are not going to always get it right.” This was a lot for Clark to process and he could see the session would soon be up on the clock.
“I know I’ve given you the cliff notes version and this has been a lot for a preliminary consultation, but I promise you if you come see me Clark, with an absolute understanding that you have two lives to juggle, I will help you navigate both sides to the best of my ability.”
“I would really like that Leslie, I’ve never been this open with someone, except for Lois and I keep having these feelings of inadequacy.”
“Clark honey. What you need to learn is acceptance. You see, you’re trying to solve everything with Superman, instead of Clark Kent, the husband and father. You have a secret identity for a reason. Jordon is going to be working with his anxiety for the rest of his life, it isn’t going to go away. You can’t protect him from it, like you protect a civilian from criminals. Same goes for Jonathan.” He nods.
“You think you’re so alone Clark, another thing you and Jordon have in common. The truth is you are going through what so many men, parents, all together human beings have gone through. Trust me, I worked in Arkham. I have had sessions with nuisances like Condiment King all the way down the abyss with that evil fucking clown. I have seen hell in human and it wears a tacky purple suit. You have seen the embodiment of greed and xenophobia and you’ve come out on the other side a better person, but you have to accept that you can’t be invincible all the time and put away the cape when you need to.” Clark wiped his eyes as the clock chimed.
“Now that I’ve talked your ear off. We will schedule are next session during the week and we will continue discussing all of this as much as we need to.” They both stood.
“Thank you, Leslie.” Clark hugged the tiny woman and she hugged just as tight.
The End
#superman and lois#dc comics#tyler hoechlin#paula pell#fanfiction#fanfics#therapy#humor#fluff#whump#supergirl#arrowverse#time jump arc#meshed superman and Lois and Arrowverse#fandom#wrote this before season 2 came out.
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Leave the Ruins Where They Lie - Chapter 11
So remember that heist fic I started for BBB 2 years ago? I finally wrote another chapter. (link to chapter 1 here)
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Chapter 11
Tim doesn't really know why he’s here. There are, just as he suspected, no other kids present, the food is just fancy finger food which he doesn’t much care for, the drinks are all alcohol and the music is that faded background classical jazz that he’s used to hearing at these kinds of functions but is impossible to do anything but mingle to. There are so many people. So many voices overlapping and glasses chinking and heels clicking on marble floors and Tim can’t talk to these people. They are so far beyond what he knows. His parents took him to only a few galas and always kept a close eye on him to make sure he was behaving appropriately, always kept him on a tight leash. Without their monitoring, he doesn’t know quite what to do with himself. He should probably introduce himself to people, do some networking, put himself out there, but the thought of wading into the sea of people, all taller and older and bigger than him, is almost too much to bear. Perhaps one of the other rooms will be quieter.
The ball, while concentrated in the ballroom, is technically spread across the first floor. Tim wanders, empty glass in hand (he hadn’t actually drank the contents, just tipped them down the sink in the toilets he’d discovered), through the hallways. There is another large gathering in the drawing room which he skirts around, but the parlor is quieter. He can still hear the murmurings of discussion from the adjacent rooms, but it’s muted. The music, too, is soft and ethereal, fading in and out of earshot. There are paintings on the walls, not of the Waynes – they were not so self-absorbed – but landscapes and still-lifes. They’re pretty enough, he supposes, but nothing really special. He’d half expected to see some Cezanne or Thomas Cole but he doesn’t recognise many of the paintings on display. He doesn’t recognise many of the ornaments either: gold and gaudy things that he’d seen enough of beneath white dust cloths at his own house to know they were valuable and not to be touched. There is, of course, an exception (there’s always an exception with the Waynes). He stops two metres away, doesn’t dare move closer for fear that his breath might wobble it off its plinth.
“Admiring my vase?” Tim spins around and there he stands: Bruce Wayne himself.
“You have good taste,” he tells Tim. “I believe your parents gave it to me many years ago. It’s-”
“Ming dynasty,” Tim interrupts. “The enamel work is consistent with that of the Chenghua era and the blue colouring and line work is refined enough to match that time frame.” Mr Wayne doesn’t seem offended by Tim’s interruption. He nods and doesn’t quite smile, but there’s a crinkling around his eyes that might be amusement.
“You know your stuff, don’t you?” There’s almost a chuckle in his voice and Tim looks away, curls his fingers around his glass.
“I hear things. My parents are experts in their fields, it’s hard not to know.” He doesn’t mention that most of his knowledge is from his own research, hours spent in front of a computer or poring over books in the hopes that maybe knowing things will make his parents register his existence for more than an hour. He doesn’t mention that it never worked, that he gave up trying and instead just soaked up anything they did give him like a sponge. He doesn’t mention that his knowledge now is far more dangerous than harmless-but-eccentric facts about Ming dynasty ceramics. Perhaps Mr Wayne already knows – he’s dangerously clever, after all, even retired – or perhaps he doesn’t. Perhaps he just wants to talk to the child who lives alone in the house next door, who’s friends with one of Gotham’s few remaining vigilantes, who knew his secret before anyone outside the family. Perhaps the things Tim doesn’t mention are irrelevant.
Tim lets the unspoken things hang in the air between them, doesn’t push them out into the open. Bruce Wayne either knows, or he doesn’t, and Tim isn’t going to tell him. This is the world’s greatest detective, he can figure it out for himself.
“Well, Tim, we’d best be getting back to the party,” Mr Wayne says, clapping him once on the shoulder. Tim tries not to let it move him, fails, stutters a step forward. Then he’s going, he’s leaving the room and Tim is being left behind, alone.
“Wait,” he says, doesn’t cry out because that would be unseemly, but definitely says with urgency, and Mr Wayne does. He waits. He pauses in his stroll to the door and turns back to Tim.
“Why did you invite me?” he asks. It’s rude, he knows. You don’t just question Bruce Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, billionaire, philanthropist, head of the Thomas and Martha Wayne Foundation, the Jason Todd fund for disadvantaged students; Batman, saviour of Gotham (though only Tim knows about those last two). But Tim’s dying to know. He cannot think of a reason outside of Mr Wayne wanting to talk to him about something and now they’re leaving without having talked about anything of particular significance. He almost misses his reply.
“Oh, Selina insisted. She said you seemed quite lonely and was afraid you’d do something drastic without stimulation. She seems to be under the impression you were becoming a bad influence. Personally, I don’t see it. You seem quite the charming young man.” Well, that’s… nice. Not at all what Tim was expecting and he’s sure later he’ll pull the whole interaction apart and come to his own conclusions but for now his mind is just dead in the water because Bruce Wayne likes him. And isn’t that a weird and wonderful thing?
Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne) pats him on the shoulder, and then returns to staring at the vase. A blank, slightly sad look crosses his face, the kind of look that makes Tim think he's witnessing something private, something he was never meant to see. Tim seems to be very good at that. After a moment or two, he shrugs the malaise off, stretches a bland smile across his face, and leaves the room.
Tim goes back to the party.
It’s not any more enjoyable than it had been before, but standing alone in an empty room is more boring than standing among people chatting. Maybe Tim can pick up some gossip for his parents. His mother always likes to hear about the latest scandals when she visits, and his father needs to know what’s going on in the business world so he can at least attempt to competently run the company. Maybe if he hears something really important, they’ll even come back early! Though, the more he thinks about it, the more that seems like a really terrible idea.
The more Tim’s parents are home, the more likely they are to find out what he’s doing, what Steph’s doing, and that wouldn’t end well for anyone. It’s safer for them to stay away. And Tim just has to tell himself that doesn’t hurt.
He stands at the edge of the room with a little plate of canapes that he doesn’t like, and listens to the little old ladies giggle to each other by the statue of Achilles that looms over all their heads.
“Did you hear, Doreen? Annabella’s grand-daughter ran off with a baker.”
“No. I wouldn’t have thought she had it in her, such a mousey little girl she was.”
“Yes, yes, it’s all true I assure you. My Lily heard it from Tamara by way of her daughter who went to school with her.”
“Tell me more, Mary!”
“Well, you see…”
On and on and on it went and Tim wasn’t even interested in whoever Annabella’s grand-daughter was and how and why she’d ‘run off with a baker’, but what else was he meant to do? Actually mingle with these people? Bruce Wayne is standing on his own too! And it’s his party!
Noticing Bruce Wayne inevitably means noticing Selina Kyle. Not because she’s nearby, but because she is the one person Mr Wayne is always watching, and Tim knows it’s because she will steal anything that’s not bolted down, he does, but he also thinks it’s sweet, that Mr Wayne looks at her with such fondness, despite her crimes. And it is fondness in his eyes, not suspicion or anger; so while it is certainly unconventional, Tim is happy for them. Watching Mr Wayne watch Catwoman is the only reason Tim notices that she’s heading his way.
“Enjoying the party, kitten?” she asks, with a smirk. She’s almost definitely enjoying it more than Tim is, not that he’d admit it.
“Sure,” he replies with a shrug, and she chuckles, winks.
“No, you’re not.” She’s right. He’s bored half out of his mind and won’t admit it. “This type of party’s more for the adults, right? There’s nothing for you to do.” Tim, sheepish, scuffs his toe on the floor. His mother would be furious if she saw him, but she’s not here, so it doesn’t matter. He nods slowly, and just the once, but it’s enough for her to grab him by the arm and whisper to him conspiratorially: “let me teach you a little party trick, kitten.”
She teaches him to steal watches. It’s not not fun. That should probably be concerning, but Tim doesn’t worry. He’s too busy laughing at Bruce Wayne’s face when Selina Kyle gives back his watch for the third time in half an hour.
#batfam fanfic#batfam big bang#leave the ruins where they lie#batfamily#tim drake#bruce wayne#no you definitely didn't see a different chapter 5 minutes ago
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Enlighter or heavier news I said in a shit fuck you guys
In lighter news, libertarian Belle Lee that’s LEIGH let me wipe her eye boogies out of her eyes with my head turned away from her
Catherine doesn’t care about enlightenment you guys she thinks that it’s just a funny thing to see people lose everything they got they she doesn’t care if she loses everything she’s got she’s never lost her whole family her husband and her child anything like that ever she doesn’t understand the kind of emotional stress that can cause a person
Small minded simple stupid me lol
What was I thinking getting upset like that so she could laugh at me so she could laugh at Judy Jean so she could laugh at Jeanette so she could laugh at all of these women who have been abused so severely all in the name of racial inequality and putting a white woman in her place but let’s not forget also the fact that we have the Native American situation and that puts a lot of people in a lot of danger well because Catherine believes that pants should be hers and that anybody who’s Indian should go fuck themselves because anybody Indian is crazy stupid deserves to be raped as a child etc. and so on
Hey Mr. J these white bitches they got me fucked up I don’t fuck up am I fuck yeah I am I said I am fucked up what I was gonna also say is these white bitches done got me fucked up and I am a little bit tired of the Hulu I know why the caged bird sings bullshit the worst part is there a white women who have been through so much shit and their stories are invalidated because of people like Catherine,I dare say.
Catherine do you know why the caged bird sings? She replies, “no Rebecca I am a lawyer I do not have time to read books!”
Yeah Maya Angelou she’s just so black
I cannot sell a black behavior to anybody well I probably could but Jay still trying to put ideas in my head you jackass
If these women don’t start getting on the right page and treating other women who are war veterans with a little bit more fucking respect then I think a lot of this Bluff Catherine can be turned into a reality for a whole lot of women and men are like I’m tired of this shit and I should not have to tell the county attorney that she does not need to be gaslighting human trafficking survivors
#Veteran awareness #I’mAboutToShredThatWomanIntoPiecesMyself
#Red #DavidRigney #Tim?INeedYourHelpMaybeIThink
Mental health awareness
#BeingAHuman being
#Petty white woman jokes #severe harassment #Animal-rightsAbuse #AntisemiticBehavior #FBI #FBIInternational #PettyBitches #LocalGlasgowGossip #TheyJustCan’tStopThemselves
Rape awareness is such a disgusting problem that we have basically a ring of teenagers who decided to record other teenagers on the phone and try to get stories about rape and I knew that Amanda was up to nothing good for some reason but I didn’t realize just how disgusting some of these people were they wanted to hear kids talk about rape on the phone while other kids were listening in and they were recording this stuff yes
And of course Mark Saderholm and James and other people like that don’t really want there to be rape awareness because they don’t give a shit about women’s rights plus if I tell you that it’s rape if you’re under the influence of alcohol it gets a little dicey don’t you think Mark I definitely know so but hey
And these women are jealous but Debbie took rape jealousy to a different place and she just decided she was going to steal from me and I guess they were probably people in the background who will have her go to prison I don’t really know how that worked it didn’t work out for Debbie and Terry to steal from me I do know that
#Rape awareness#Female soldier awareness#USA war against baby girls#Catherine’s unawareness#Mental health awareness#ShellShock awareness
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Let’s all just take a moment to appreciate the cultural diversity amongst the batkids
#literally none of them are white#don’t you dare tell me Tim is white#he’s Chinese American#batfam#batkids#batboys#dick grayson#jason todd#cassandra cain#tim drake#Damien Wayne#duke thomas#nightwing#red hood#black bat#red robin#robin#white knight#the signal#dc#Bruce Wayne#Batman#they’re also Jewish so shut up#don’t be baffoons#timothy drake#timothy drake wayne#dami#damian al ghul#richard grayson
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Hiii, are you planning to do “consequences” part 3? If yes i would love one with izana, hanma and kazutora
❀ CONSEQUENCES (3) | TOKYO REVENGERS
;; their s/o is sexually violated by a member from an opposing gang
🥛 — kurokawa izana, hanma shuuji, hanemiya kazutora
🧾 — female reader, second pov (you/your), cursing, sexual violation, attempted rape, violence, ptsd, au - canon divergence (izana, hanma), au - future (kazutora), imagine
🔖 — [ 1 | 2 | 3 ]
; KUROKAWA IZANA
He always kept a close eye on you.
One eye on his goal, one eye on you. Trying to keep you beside him, trying to keep you close, trying to keep you from leaving. One was enough, Izana couldn’t afford to lose another. And he would do anything, anything; he would sacrifice anything, if it means he can get to keep you, if he can make you happy and satisfied.
But it took one mishap, one single moment of blissful ignorance, one single moment of letting you go do whatever you want without him by your side. It was all it took and the next thing he knew, Izana had blood in his hands as he stood in front of your hospital room.
The red drips from his knuckles to the clean white floor, the smell of disinfectant cancelling out the metallic smell and creating a horrible dizzying mix of both. He knew that his hands were bruised, cut, but he couldn’t feel a single thing.
The blood wasn’t his.
It was the blood of a person who deserved to die, who was now dead, all because he even dared to lay his gaze on you, to touch you in a way that not even Izana would dare to.
He blinks, sliding the door open.
The beeping of the heart monitor is monotonous but it didn’t even hide the harsh breathing that left your lips, eyes blown wide when you heard the door, fear clear in your features.
Izana, in contrast, stops breathing.
Your palms were red, just like his. But if the metallic liquid on his hands weren’t his, the one on yours were definitely from your own veins.
The silence passes but your nails don’t leave your palms, still drawing blood and he makes his way to you, the door slamming behind him in his hurry to pull your fingers away. “Stop it,” he mumbles and you flinch at his touch.
You try tugging your hands back but Izana doesn’t let go, not wanting to see you hurt yourself even more. Dread was on his stomach and his mouth was dry, heart pounding at his chest and eliciting tremors.
He wasn’t in a better situation compared to you and the madness blinds him, constricting his throat.
Izana almost lost you, he could still lose you. But the thought of you out in this world without him, in this cruel world that takes and takes and breaks you down until you’re nothing but fragments… It terrifies him too much.
His hand moves to hold your forearms instead and you can only squirm, trying to slip away from his grip but Izana wasn’t about to loosen up. The blood on his knuckles were now on your shirt, the shirt that covered bruises he was holding onto.
His eyes were dark, darker than the lust in that monster’s eyes. Who were you to fear? The stranger that had taken advantage of your weakness? Or your own boyfriend that you couldn’t even recognize in his fit of anger?
His smile was cold, forming on his lips as if he didn’t look as if he was ready to burn the whole world for you just a few seconds prior.
“I’ll get rid of them for you, I’ll get rid of anyone for you,” he hums and you decide on your answer. “Just tell me and I’ll make sure that no one can ever come close to you again.”
That stranger may have been a monster but Kurokawa Izana is the devil. And those who dares to graze their fingertips on your fragile skin, will see that there is something worse than death—the place underground that comes after one’s last breath.
; HANMA SHUUJI
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Everyone was pushed to the side, a few simple words echoing in his head. Y/n and numerous curse words that he isn’t directing to you but rather for you. “Get out of my way!”
Oh what would he give to be given the ability to leap back in time. His soul. He would give up his soul, his sanity, his blood and his body. He would give up everything he ever could, he would even give up someone else’s life, his own if needed.
Hanma would burn himself, he would pummel himself to the ground just for you.
To change the past is a tricky game that even he is willing to solve just for a chance to be happier. Even if it means reconstructing himself, even if it means breaking himself down so that he could build you up.
The hospital door slides open and Hanma stomps inside, shutting the door to divert any onlooker’s gaze. The vulnerability you show, the vulnerability he lets himself bare on his face, just for you and for him to see.
You flinch.
Perhaps it was because of his sudden appearance, or was it because of the slam or the door, or maybe it was because of the blood on his face, on his hands, on his clothes. His hair stuck to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face and breaths heavy.
He had rushed all the way here, not caring about his appearance or his other tasks to do for the day now long forgotten.
Hanma takes a step forward, hand reaching out to you but you only recoil, looking at him with fear in his eyes. Looking at the blood on him, the panicked look mirroring yours.
He stops, pained at the pained look you gave him, the alarm in your features as if he was going to hurt you.
(He wouldn’t. He would never. Hanma would kill himself before he would even lay a finger on you with any kind of malicious intent.)
He takes a step back. The words were stuck in his throat until he couldn’t even say anything anymore, until he couldn’t even think other than hurt anyone that would look at you the wrong way.
You were trembling and he looked away, if he kept on looking at you, Hanma would truly lose it right then and there and you didn’t need that, you didn’t deserve that.
You didn’t deserve to see such an ugly sight from him, to carry such a burden on your shoulders after the experience you had to go through just this day alone.
“I’m sorry.”
I truly am.
“So please.”
So leave this to me.
“Don’t give me that look.”
Don’t look at me as if I’m going to hurt you.
; HANEMIYA KAZUTORA
Right and left, then right again, swaying side to side, always on the tip of the iceberg, always on the edge of a cliff, always on the border of a building. Just a little push, one light push, and he was falling—he was drowning and he was losing his head.
Kazutora had always been in that position, an inch away from the burning inferno that he himself had created. A troubled child, he had always been, and a troubled child he would always be if he hadn’t gotten the courage to reach his hand up to try and save himself from the raging seas.
But sometimes, no matter how far you’ve climbed, no matter how safe you feel on the very center of a boat; it just takes one little trip and you go tumbling into the ocean once more, swallowed by the mouth of giant waves.
This was that trip.
Kazutora stumbles past nurses, in a hurry, not even listening to their scolding anymore as he repeats the room number in his head again and again as if that would magically teleport him there. If that worked, he would be repeating yesterday’s night to be able to get a second chance of today, to change what happened today.
He’d do anything to change today.
He had hurried all the way here but once he finally stood in front of the door of the dreaded room, he could only stand there, unsure.
He bites on his fingers, a bad habit he had thought he had long let go of. But then again, he did think that those impulsive actions, those muddled thoughts and instability in his steps were long behind him but here we are.
Kazutora closed his eyes and entered the room.
You laid there asleep- you looked dead.
Were you breathing? Were you dead? Shit, shit, shit-
The beeping of the heart monitor startles him out when he stalks closer, the machine right next to him, bringing him back into focus.
Kazutora let out a shaky breath, heart thumping as if punching his chest.
He drops down on the floor beside the bed, shaking. His forehead rests on the cold mattress, arms wrapped around his middle and eyes still wide in anxiety.
His head was spinning rapidly, millions of thoughts popping from everywhere and nowhere. What should he do? What could he do? What can he do?
Hurt.
Wasn’t that what he was good for? Hurting and hurting and hurting?
Right, right… Right, that’s what he can do. He can hurt. He can cause pain, he can create problems out of nothing just like how he did when he was younger.
That’s what he can do. That’s what he will do-
Will you be happy? Will you be satisfied?
Tears sprung to the corner of his golden eyes, the once shimmer turning to dull. “What should I do, Y/n? What should I do?” Anything, anything just for you.
last update for the month of august !
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Tim making a cooking tutorial on a livestream on fried pork chops
Tim: “ok so now we add to the flower. Remember no measuring, we go by our hearts”
Tim scans the ingredients, garlic powder, onion power, Cayenne, paprika, Salt, Pepper, and crushed red pepper
Livestream comments:
“Boy that’s it???”
“You about to have no flavor”
“Bruh 🥴”
“Say siiiiikkkkeee rn”
“Stoooopppp”
“Tell us you’re white without saying your white”
Tim: “come on guys, trust the process. Now let’s add our ingredients” [pours stingy amounts into the flower]
Tim: [holding the crushed red peoper] “now we do need to be carful with this, we don’t want to over do”
Tim starts shaking the red pepper in, a large amount pours out
Tim: [looking into the camera] “fuck. Now we start fishing it out” [takes out half the seasoning he put in] “ok, now we’re ready to fry”
Tim cook’s all the pork chops in a fryer, over cooking all of them. Half the flower didn’t even stick
Tim: “ok they’ve cooled off, time for the taste test” [eats a small piece and starts fanning his mouth] “oh god, it’s too spicy” [nose dripping]
Tim: [stained voice] “next step is take it to your father because he’s too nice to say anything bad about your cooking”
Tim walking with the plate of pork chops with the livestream still going. He knocks on Bruce’s office door
Bruce: “come in” [Bruce actually doing work for WE, doesn’t look up]
Tim: “Bruce I made you something, can you take a taste and tell the livestream how I did?”
Bruce: [looks up before finishing what he was writing] “alright, let’s see what you have”
Tim sets the plate in front of Bruce, Bruce raises an eyebrow as he moves paperwork aside
Bruce: “no fork or knife?” [stars questionably at the plain looking pork chops]
Tim: “no, this isn’t fine dining”
Bruce: [staring at the plate] “did you bake these?”
Tim: “no… I fried them”
Bruce: [eyebrows scrunching] “hm… I see” [picks up a pork chop and takes a bite. He had to fight a little because it’s so rubbery]
Tim: “well?”
Bruce: [looks dead inside] “it’s great, bud” [forces himself to swallow]
Tim: [to the stream] “see guys, you gotta trust the process” [to Bruce] “sorry if it’s a little spicy”
Bruce: [genuinely confused] “it’s not spicy at all, Tim”
The stream
“You KNOW that man lying”
“I could never”
“He probably doesn’t know what seasoning is either”
“He looks like he’s going to cry”
“😭😂😂 he is not enjoying himself”
Tim: [is annoyed] “ok Bruce, I need your honest criticism on this. The live stream says I did a shit job”
Bruce: [deer in headlights, not sure if this is a trick question] “uh, it was good. You did a good job…”
The stream
“LIARRRR”
“that man looks so scared”
“Save Bruce Wayne 2021”
Alfred: [walks onto the room]
Tim: “Alfred! Can you try this?”
Alfred: [glares at the obviously poorly executed pork chops] “why”
Tim: [breaking off a bit] “here, I have to prove something”
Alfred: [tries it and immediately spits it out] “dear lord, forgive me, master Bruce, master Timothy. Who on Earth has made that monstrosity?”
Bruce: “uh”
Tim: “it was Bruce”
Alfred: [appalled] “don’t you dare lie to me, young man. Master Bruce may not be an award winning chef but he at least a knows how to decently season his food, and knows how to cook it to a state that still leaves it edible”
Tim: “…I gotta go…”
Starts getting dragged by the stream before ending it
#Tim drake#Tim Wayne#cooking fail#live stream#Bruce Wayne#batdad#bruce wayne is a good dad#alfred pennyworth#batfam#my post
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part 2 (of that new bio!dad fic)
Dick whipped his head over to Bruce, who could feel the heavy gazes of all his children as if they were physical. If they had had heat vision like Clark, he would have already been reduced to a puddle of mush. Bruce shifted, the only sign of his discomfort, but he recognized that the middle of a gala was no place for this discussion. There were too many busybodies trying to listen in for the latest gossip. So he plastered on a smile that he couldn’t quite feel, and held a hand out to Marinette. He was careful to keep a good distance though, and left the choice for contant purely up to her.
The young woman looked down at his hand, then back to his face. Damian had been shocked silent by what she had to say, and perhaps even more by the all too telling way that Bruce hadn’t so much as implied that she was lying, and the look he was giving her was making her a little uncomfortable. Yes, she hadn’t planned on interacting with her father more than just the years-overdue confrontation she had just done, at least not while at the gala… but her plans always left room for improvisation. She could make this work.
With a soft sigh, Marinette extended her own hand— half the size of Bruce’s, he noted almost immediately with a rush of illogical fondness— and grasped his lightly. She couldn’t help but notice the way his impossibly blue eyes brightened, no different than her own when she was particularly happy, or the way his mouth twitched with a barely suppressed beam. Instead, he controlled himself enough so that the only smile he gave would look professional and entirely in character to the nosy socialites still spying on them, and led them out onto the dance floor.
What everyone else saw was the unfairly charming Bruce Wayne giving his young guest of honor a simple dance. Just a basic swirl around the floor that every other social elite had learned when they were five. Clearly he was taking it easy on the self-made girl, who probably didn’t have experience with such dances. Humoring the accomplished young woman with his approval for a moment before he would slink back to his family or patrol the crowds and make the necessary greetings and meaningless chatter.
What his family saw was Bruce taking time to slow his steps, not for Marinette to keep up but rather to prolong the event. What they saw was the grace in Marinette’s steps as she never once faltered, and that Bruce was careful to take his cues from her instead of the other way around. He only led the dance in technicality, Marinette had all the real control.
What they saw was a father’s first dance with his daughter.
“Eighteen,” Dick whispered, eyebrows drawn low. “She said she’s almost eighteen.”
“Well, that lines up doesn’t it?” Jason asked gruffly, his own gaze never leaving the dancing duo. “We were planning on doubling up your big thirtieth birthday party as your eighteenth adoption anniversary,” he reminded his brother, who just made a slightly distressed noise in the back of his throat. Whether it was at the reinforcement of his adoption coming only months after Marinette being put up for adoption, or the fact that he was turning thirty, nobody could really tell.
“Hurt,” Cassandra spoke up from behind them, looking incredibly concerned as she watched the dance. “Uncertain.”
Stephany rolled her eyes, fidgeting from her quickly building energy. Anger was making her restless. “Of course she’s hurt. Bruce replaced her, with a boy he knew virtually nothing about, not even that long after she was born. How do you think that made her feel, when she found out?” Stephany let out a little growl, grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing server and downing it in one gulp. She ignored Dick protesting that she wasn’t of age yet, which made her wrinkle her nose. “Only one more year, Dickhead. Get over it, I need the buzz.”
“Well,” Barbara sighed and maneuvered her wheelchair around the group so that everyone could see her. “Nothing we can do right now but be supportive and watch Bruce like a hawk so he doesn’t make this worse,” she stated easily, not looking even the least bit ruffled by the news despite the disturbed glitter in her eyes.
“... Guys,” Tim spoke up, not looking at any of them. “Who wants to volunteer for Damian duty?” At first glance, it might seem like Tim was thinking about his own first disastrous meeting with the younger boy. Once everyone paid attention though, they could see that the truth was that Damian had snuck away and Tim was pointedly looking at a slightly hidden-away staircase to the second floor.
“Shit,” Dick muttered, but before he could say another word Jason shoved him back and started towards the stairs.
“No, not this time Dicky. I’ll talk to the brat.”
Back on the dancefloor, Bruce and Marinette broke away without any fanfare at the end of the song. If Bruce tried to hold her eyes for a moment too long, nobody noticed besides his observant children, and two of Marinette’s protective friends.
Then, just to make sure that nobody caught on with the help of hindsight, Bruce said something vaguely polite and praising, which Marinette accepted with flawless, distant poise. And they went back to their own groups, Bruce quickly noting that two of his sons were missing. He raised an eyebrow, about to ask why when a presence behind him caught his attention. Unlike Marinette and Chloe, this newcomer was not at all trying to hide their approach or be sneaky about it, even though Bruce couldn’t hear any footsteps that were close enough to belong to the mysterious entity. Closing his mouth, Bruce turned around only to be greeted by yet another vaguely familiar face. Bright green eyes bore into his, unreadable.
“Mister Wayne,” the newcomer greeted, voice warm but stiff. If the Waynes hadn’t all had years of recognizing when a person was only pretending to be cordial, they never would have suspected that the boy was anything but pure-heartedly happy to be there. But they did have that experience, and thus they instantly honed in on the very well-hidden fact that he had a bone to pick with them. Or, more probably, with Bruce.
He cut an impressive figure, for all that he was lithe muscle instead of bulk. Hair that was lighter than Chloe’s, less like cloth-of-gold and more like sunlight glinting off of wheatfields. It somehow hung in gravity-defying tufts, yet perfectly arranged to evoke a calming aesthetic. Like the fluff of a long-haired cat, almost, and it looked just as fluffy and hypnotizing. It contrasted with his emerald eyes, impossibly vibrant in their gleam. And the suit he wore was decidedly top-notch, much like the other two they had met from his class. He was daring, in a dark silver suit that slightly shifted in the light, green accents that matched his eyes standing out strikingly against the collars and trim, and coiling in tantalizing swirls at the cuffs. The lining of the suit jacket was done in a dark green that could almost pass for black in the right lighting, adding a layer of both drama and mystery as it peeked out at the back of his collar, the insides of his sleeves if he moved just the right way, at the bottom hem of the jacket when he turned or bent just so. And with his notoriety in the modeling world? He always knew exactly how to move or place himself to get the reactions he wanted. And he was clearly showing off the craftsmanship of his suit just then as he faked adjusting his cufflinks and lifted his head just the right amount to both look challenging and let the dark green on the back of his collar flash in the light in such a way that Bruce and those nearest him wouldn’t be able to miss the brief reveal of color.
“Adrien Agreste,” Bruce greeted back, eyebrows pulling down in slight confusion. Normally the topic of clothing was far from his genuine interest, but in this particular case it was an intriguing, and possibly even concerning, observation. So he said next; “That suit is not of your father’s usual style of design.”
Adrien scoffed, straightening out his suit’s jacket and making the obsidian buttons glint. “Of course not. I’ve started my rebellious phase— or, well, I finally started being blatant enough about it that my father noticed anyway,” the way his lips curled was decidedly not very attractive, but painted a vivid picture of a son who despised the way he was treated. Adrien quickly wiped the distasteful expression away and replaced it with a camera-ready smile. “I’m wearing one of Marinette’s designs, much to his chagrin. She insisted on making this for me as soon as she heard that my father was planning on sending me in a white suit.”
Bruce quickly caught on, and sighed. How long would the gala go on for, again? He didn’t remember what time it was anymore. “Your friend Chloe already got a pretty clear warning in. I suppose you know as well?”
Adrien’s grin darkened with mischief, and he nodded all too happily. “Of course! Marinette told me almost as soon as she found out, a few years ago. You see, we had to put down a very solid rule about secrets between the two of us. She has a bad habit of trying to shoulder the entire world’s problems and not tell anyone about it, if you don’t pay close enough attention,” his voice was deceptively light but his eyes were hard, warning. “And let’s just say, I have a lot of experience with bad father figures. I can recognize them a mile away by now. The signs of neglect, of apathy,” his eyes suddenly lightened when he saw how Bruce’s throat visibly caught, how the man didn’t seem to realize he had stopped breathing. Maybe he was being a little to mean, Adrien thought. So he let the dark slip out of his eyes, and his smile turned more genuine. “You don’t have those signs. You looked at Marinette like you were both the happiest and most miserable man in the world at the same time. But you can’t change what you did to her, Mister Wayne. If you want some advice from Marinette’s oldest friend?” Adrien held out a closed fist.
Bruce took a second to realize what was happening, too busy trying to recover from his situational whiplash and wave of relief. Once he caught back up to the present, however, he held out his open palm and let Adrien drop something into his hand.
To his shock, it was a pen, engraved with the name he recognized as Marinette’s biological mother. He also recognized it as a popular model of pen-knife. He raised his eyes to Adrien, who winked.
“Marinette doesn’t know I had this made. And she has a lot of tricks that might surprise you, but what she wants more than anything is stability. If you try to give her that, show that you care and you want her safe— and then prove that you’re gonna stay— then maybe you can repair the damage you’ve done. It won’t be easy though, Mari is the single most stubborn person I’ve ever met. And I grew up with Chloe.”
Bruce closed his hand around the pen, swallowing a lump in his throat. He couldn’t quite figure out why, but Adrien’s faith in him and his help… somehow felt significant. He nodded to the young model.
“Not to worry, I have experience with stubborn,” he glanced back at his other kids with a small smirk. None of them were the least bit repentant. “And I do want to stay. Thank you for the advice.”
Adrien shrugged. “Don’t thank me. If you hurt her again, you’ll never see my revenge coming. It can be rather… catastrophic,” with that ominous threat, Adrien bowed dramatically and turned to leave and do some rounds charming the elites. Bruce tucked the pen in one of his hidden pockets, but stayed silent after that. He had a lot to mull over.
—*—*—*—*—*
Damian leaned on the railing of the balcony, looking out over the gardens behind the gala’s venue. He was glaring at nothing, and his hands trembled from where they gripped the rail. It was five minutes, a little longer than he had expected but not that odd considering everyone’s distraction over Marinette, before he heard the glass doors behind him creak open.
“Yo,” Jason greeted, knowing it was better not to catch the boy off guard. None of them were good with surprises anymore, for good reason. It was always best to announce their presence before they made someone react violently on accident. Damian’s shoulders relaxed a little— not a lot, but enough for Jason to notice. The older man sighed, walking up and leaning on the rail next to his little brother. “What’s on your mind, kid?”
“That could have been me,” he almost instantly blurted. It was still hard talking about his feelings, but certain things were easier with Todd. This was, apparently, one of them. “If Mother hadn’t kept me a secret.”
“I don’t think so,” Jason disagreed, shrugging. “There are several big differences here. For one, Marinette was born three years before you were. By the time you were born, he already had Dick and he would have only been a year, max, away from taking me in. Which means he already had built up his problem with taking in kids, and nothing would have gotten him to give up a chance at raising you. With or without Batman getting in the way.”
“But then why—” Damian growled. “Why did he give her up?”
“Because he’s an idiot,” Jason remarked bluntly. “You know how he is. He didn’t have a kid at the time. Hell, Bruce would have only been twenty-two back then. He only adopted Dick on impulse because Dick reminded him of himself, but before all of that shit? He probably made a million excuses about not being able to raise a baby and be Batman at the same time. About his life being too dangerous for a kid. Which, yes it is, but that clearly didn’t stop him later.”
“She’s older,” Damian muttered, this time softer.
“Yup.”
“Her mother wasn’t an assassin, probably. She designs. I hate to admit it, and you are never to repeat it to anybody, but her work that we’ve seen so far is impressive. She can clearly charm even the most stuck-up of gotham’s upper crust.”
“Yeah,” Jason agreed neutrally, his eyes never leaving Damian.
“Father won’t need me. He already doesn’t have much patience—” Damian was cut off by a flick to the nose. “Hey!”
“Not my fault you’re being stupid,” Jason defended himself. “Look, B’s actually been real patient with you these past few years. I mean, when was the last time he yelled at you? Or told you that stupid ‘justice not vengeance’ line?”
Damian opened his mouth, then closed it. After another moment, he replied; “Almost two years.”
Jason nodded. “It might take him way too long, but he can still learn new tricks. Especially after that mess with Heretic, he’s been trying really hard to be better to you. He still screws up, because I think we all know by now that he’s a bigger mess than any of the rest of us and that’s an accomplishment, but he’s trying. He doesn’t keep you around because he needs you. He’s got plenty of us around if all he wanted was soldiers— though none of us would stick around if we thought that’s all he wanted.”
Damian flexed his jaw. He was still the most violent of the kids, besides Jason. He saw Bruce rubbing his forehead or pinching his nose far too often at some of his decisions or comments. He was stubborn, impatient, reckless.
But hadn’t Bruce himself told him on several occasions that he wasn’t trying to make him a perfect soldier? Hadn’t Bruce himself said that he just wanted Damian to grow into himself?
It was just really hard to swat away those stupid voices in Damian’s head. Voices of the past, mostly, old dialogue he had never actually forgotten. That he merely pretended had never affected him. The “you’re too violent”s, the “that’s not how we behave, Damian”s. All the old lectures, the old fights. They echoed like stupid little gremlins of doubt.
“...Marinette has his eyes.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over something like that,” Jason’s voice was soft, but gruff at the same time as he cuffed Damian over the head. “You didn’t choose to be born, idiot. And despite being a little demon, none of us would reverse it, You’ve saved all our skins at least once. And besides,” he nudged Damian a little with a grin. “You’re not half bad, nowadays.”
Damian chuckled. “That makes one of us.”
“Hey!”
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Taylor Swift Tours Masterpost
Hey everyone! For absolutely no reason at all, I’ve decided to compile a masterpost of all the regular setlists, surprise songs, covers, and guests on Taylor’s tours with links to YouTube videos when available (I’m only including videos that weren’t featured in official tour movies). I’ve noticed that, although there are posts like this for specific tours, like Red or reputation, some of this information is pretty hard to find, and it might be useful to some to have it all in one place. Also, I’m something of a Taylor Swift live performance ~connoisseur (💀), so I thought I might share. :) Here we go
Note: This is only part one. I don’t know when the posts for Red, 1989, and reputation will be up.
Part One: Fearless & Speak Now
Fearless Tour (April 23, 2009-July 10, 2010)
This tour did not feature a ‘surprise song slot,’ but she did sometimes change the setlist up a bit. She also brought out a couple of surprise guests (most notably John Mayer and Katy Perry), but not nearly as many as she did on her later tours.
Regular setlist: Fearless Tour
1. ‘You Belong with Me’
2. ‘Our Song’
3. ‘Tell Me Why’
4. ‘Teardrops on My Guitar’
5. ‘Fearless’
6. ‘Forever & Always’
7. ‘Hey Stephen’
8. ‘Fifteen’
9. ‘Tim McGraw’
10. ‘White Horse’ (x)
11. ‘Love Story’
12. ‘The Way I Loved You’ (x)
13. ‘You’re Not Sorry’ / ‘What Goes Around… Comes Around’ (x)
14. ‘Picture to Burn’
15. ‘Change’ (x)
16. ‘I’m Only Me When I’m with You’ (2009) (x) OR ‘Today Was a Fairytale’ (2010)
17. ‘Should’ve Said No’ (extended version)
Footnotes:
*Starting from the show in Uncasville, Connecticut on August 28, 2009, ‘Change’ was removed from the setlist. It was added back in Greensville, South Carolina on September 4, 2009. Starting from the show in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on October 1, 2009, it was removed again.
*European shows on the 2009 leg often removed ‘I’m Only Me When I’m with You’ as well as ‘Change.’
*Starting from the show in Brisbane, Australia on February 4, 2010, ‘Today Was a Fairytale’ replaced ‘I’m Only Me When I’m with You’ in the encore.
Surprise songs:
1. ‘The Best Day’ - Evansville, Indiana (April 23, 2009) Note: This was actually the first show of the tour. Unfortunately, I haven’t found a video of this performance.
2. ‘Two Is Better Than One’ - Brisbane, Australia (February 4, 2010) (x)
3. ‘The Best Day’ - Moline, Illinois (May 8, 2010) (x)
4. ‘Jump Then Fall’ - Foxborough, Massachusetts (June 5, 2010) (x)
Surprise guest performances:
1. ‘Your Body is a Wonderland’ and ‘White Horse’ (already part of the regular acoustic set but performed as a duet here) with John Mayer - Los Angeles, CA (May 22, 2009) (x)
2. ‘The Way You Love Me’ with Faith Hill - Nashville, TN (September 12, 2009) (x)
3. ‘Hot N Cold’ with Katy Perry - Los Angeles, CA (April 15, 2010)
Speak Now World Tour (February 9, 2011-March 18, 2012)
Regular setlists:
Eurasia (February 9, 2011-March 30, 2011)
Note: All of the performances linked below are from the Eurasian leg. Therefore, their quality is questionable. I’m only including these because this leg had a slightly different wardrobe than the North American leg which was recorded for the tour movie. I’m not including videos from performances where the costume is the same.
1. ‘Sparks Fly’
2. ‘Mine’
3. ‘The Story of Us’
4. ‘Back to December’ / ‘Apologize’ / ‘You’re Not Sorry’ (x)
5. ‘Better Than Revenge’ (x)
6. ‘Speak Now’
7. ‘Fearless’ / ‘I’m Yours’ / ‘Hey, Soul Sister’
8. ‘Fifteen’ (x)
9. ‘You Belong with Me’
10. ‘Dear John’ (x) - I’m only including this video because she wore her hair loose lol
11. ‘Enchanted’ (x)
12. ‘Long Live’ (x)
13. ‘Love Story’ (x)
North America & Oceania (May 21, 2011-March 18, 2012)
This is based solely on the first North American show
1. ‘Sparks Fly’
2. ‘Mine’
3. ‘The Story of Us’
4. ‘Our Song’
5. ‘Mean’
6. ‘Back to December’ / ‘Apologize’ / ‘You’re Not Sorry’
7. ‘Better Than Revenge’
8. ‘Speak Now’
9. ‘Fearless’ / ‘I’m Yours’ / ‘Hey, Soul Sister’
10. ‘Last Kiss’
11. ‘You Belong with Me’
12. ‘Dear John’
13. ‘Enchanted’
14. ‘Haunted’
15. ‘Long Live’
16. ‘Fifteen’
17. ‘Love Story’
Notes:
Starting from the show in Toronto, Canada on July 15, 2011, Taylor started playing acoustic covers right after her performance of ‘Last Kiss.’
Starting from the show in Denver, CO, on September 27, 2011, ‘Ours’ was added to the encore, right before the performance of ‘Fifteen’. This marked the live debut of the song. If Taylor had a surprise guest, this was the song she would usually cut from the setlist.
Starting from the show in Perth, Australia on March 2, 2012, ‘Safe & Sound’ (x) was added to the encore. ‘Ours’ (x) was shifted to the acoustic set and was played right before ‘Last Kiss.’ It was only skipped at the show in Auckland on March 17. I’m including a video because, although the performance from the encore was featured in the tour movie, this version takes place on the B-stage and has a different costume (the purple Susan Hilferty dress she wore for half the show lol).
At the shows in Melbourne, Australia on March 12, 2012 and Auckland, New Zealand on March 16, 2012, ‘Fearless’ was skipped.
Surprise covers:
1. ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ by Bon Jovi - Newark, NJ (July 19, 2011) (x)
2. ‘Dancing in the Dark’ by Bruce Springsteen / ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ by Bon Jovi - Newark, NJ (July 20 & 24, 2011) (x), (x)
3. ‘Cowboy Take Me Away’ by the Dixie Chicks - Newark, NJ (July 23, 2011) (x)
4. ‘Lose Yourself’ by Eminem and ‘Smile’ by Uncle Kracker’ - Grand Rapids, MI (July 28, 2011) (x)
5. ‘Jack & Diane’ by John Mallencamp and ‘I Want You Back’ by the Jackson 5 - Indianapolis, IN (July 29, 2011) (x), (x)
Note: ‘I Want You Back’ was featured on the Speak Now World Tour Live CD. The second link will direct you to the audio.
6. ‘I Try’ by Macy Gray and ‘My Wish’ by the Rascal Flatts - Cleveland, OH (July 30, 2011) (x)
7. ‘I Heard It Through the Grapevine’ by Gladys Knight & the Pips and ‘Ghetto Superstar’ by Mya - Washington, DC (August 2, 2011) (x)
8. ‘Stay (I Missed You)’ by Lisa Loeb and ‘A Sorta Fairytale’ by Tori Amos - Washington, DC (August 3, 2011) (x)
9. ‘Who Knew’ by P!nk and ‘Unpretty’ by TLC - Philadelphia, PA (August 6, 2011) (x)
10. ‘Sugar, We’re Goin Down’ by Fall Out Boy - Rosemont, IL (August 9-10, 2011) (x)
11. ‘Just a Dream’ by Nelly - St Louis, MO (August 13-14, 2011) (x)
12. ‘God Only Knows’ by The Beach Boys and ‘Sweet Escape’ by Gwen Stefani - Los Angeles, CA (August 23-24, 2011) (x), (x)
Note: ‘Sweet Escape’ was featured as a bonus track on the Target deluxe version of the Speak Now World Tour Live CD. The second link will direct you to the audio.
13. ‘This Love’ by Maroon 5 and Bette Davis Eyes’ by Jackie DeShannon - Los Angeles, CA (August 27, 2011) (x), (x)
Note: ‘Bette Davis Eyes’ was featured on the Speak Now World Tour Live CD. The second link will direct you to the audio.
14. ‘Realize’ by Colbie Caillat’ - Los Angeles, CA (August 28, 2011) (x)
15. ‘Drops of Jupiter’ by Train - San Jose, CA (September 1, 2011) (x)
Note: ‘Drops of Jupiter’ was included in the Speak Now World Tour concert movie. An audio was also featured on the standard CD.
16. ‘Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)’ by Green Day - San Jose, CA (September 2, 2011) (x)
17. ‘Untouchable’ by Luna Halo - Sacramento, CA (September 3, 2011) (x)
18. ‘Closer to Love’ by Matt Kearney - Portland, OR (September 6, 2011) (x)
19. ‘You & Me’ by Dave Matthews Band - Tacoma, WA (September 7, 2011) (x)
20. ‘Nashville’ by David Mead - Nashville, TN (September 16-17, 2011) (x), (x)
Note: ‘Nashville’ was featured as a bonus track on the Target deluxe version of the Speak Now World Tour Live CD. The second link will direct you to the audio. PS: This is one of my favorite covers she’s ever done.
21. ‘Lucky’ by Britney Spears - Bossier City, LA (September 20, 2011) (x)
22. ‘Swing, Swing’ by The All-American Rejects - Tulsa, OK (September 21, 2011) (x)
23. ‘How to Save a Life’ by The Fray - Denver, CO (September 27, 2011) (x)
24. ‘Animal’ by The Neon Trees - Salt Lake City, UT (September 28, 2011) (x)
25. ‘Baby Girl’ by Sugarland - Atlanta, GA (October 1-2, 2011) (x)
26. ‘Ain’t Nothing ‘Bout You’ by Brooks & Dunn - North Little Rock, AR (October 4, 2011) (x)
27. ‘Breathless’ by Better Than Ezra - New Orleans, LA (October 5, 2011) (x)
28. ‘Boys of Summer’ by Don Henley - Dallas, TX (October 8, 2011) (x)
29. ‘The Back of Your Hand’ by Dwight Yoakam - Louisville, KY (October 11, 2011) (x)
30. ‘Wide Open Spaces’ by The Dixie Chicks - Lubbock, TX (October 14, 2011) (x)
31. ‘What Hurts the Most’ by Jeffrey Steele - Oklahoma City, OK (October 15, 2011) (x)
32. ‘Dare You to Move’ by Switchfoot - San Diego, CA (October 20, 2011) (x)
33. ‘No Parade’ by Jordin Sparks - Glendale, AZ (October 21, 2011) (x)
34. ‘You Learn’ by Alanis Morissette, ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber, and ‘She’s So High by Tal Bachman (all played in succession along with ‘You Belong with Me’) - Toronto, Canada (July 15, 2011) (x)
35. ‘Complicated’ by Avril Lavigne, ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber, and ‘I’m Like a Bird’ by Nelly Furtado - Toronto, Canada (July 16, 2011) (x), (x), (x)
Note: She only played excerpts from each song. A full video isn’t available.
36. ‘Complicated’ by Carolyn Dawn Johnson - Edmonton, Canada (August 18, 2011) (x)
37. ‘Summer of 69’ by Bryan Adams - Vancouver, Canada (September 10, 2011) (x)
38. ‘Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)’ by Alan Jackson - Vancouver, Canada (September 11, 2011) (x)
39. ‘All You Wanted’ by Michelle Branch - Glendale AZ, (October 22, 2011) & San Antonio, TX (October 25, 2011) (x)
40. ‘Run’ by George Strait - San Antonio, TX (October 26, 2011) (x)
41. ‘Hold On’ by Jack Ingram - Memphis, TN (October 30, 2011) (x) (skip to 21:46; this video includes all the Speak Now Tour covers)
42. ‘Cry Me a River’ by Justin Timberlake - New York, NY (November 21, 2011) (x)
Surprise guests:
1. ‘Baby’ with Justin Bieber - Los Angeles, CA (August 23, 2011) (x)
2. ‘I’m Yours’ with Jason Mraz - Los Angeles, CA (August 24, 2011) (x)
3. ‘Tonight, Tonight’ with Hot Chelle Rae - Los Angeles, CA (August 27, 2011), (x)
4. ‘Super Bass’ with Nicki Minaj - Los Angeles, CA (August 28, 2011) (x)
5. ‘That’s What You Get’ with Hayley Williams - Nashville, TN (September 16, 2011) (x)
6. ‘Bleed Red’ with Ronnie Dunn - Nashville, TN (September 16, 2011) (x)
7. ‘Big Star’ with Kenny Chesney - Nashville, TN (September 17, 2011) (x)
8. ‘Keep Your Head Up’ with Andy Grammer - Nashville, TN (September 17, 2011) (x)
9. ‘Just to See You Smile’ with Tim McGraw - Nashville, TN (September 17, 2011) (x)
10. ‘Yeah!’ with Usher - Atlanta, GA (October 1, 2011) (x)
11. ‘Live Your Life’ with T.I. - Atlanta, GA (October 2, 2011) (x)
12. ‘Meant to Live’ with Jon Foreman - Glendale, AZ (October 21, 2011) (x)
13. ‘She’s So High’ with Tal Bachman - Vancouver, Canada (September 10, 2011) (x)
14. ‘The Middle’ with Jim Adkins - Glendale, AZ (October 22, 2011) (x)
15. ‘Just a Dream’ with Nelly - Houston, TX (November 5, 2011) (x)
16. ‘Right Round’ with Flo Rida - Miami, FL (November 13, 2011) (x)
17. ‘Alright’ with Darius Rucker - Columbia, SC (November 18, 2011) (x)
18. ‘Who Says’ with Selena Gomez - New York, NY (November 22, 2011) (x)
19. ‘Fire and Rain’ and ‘Fifteen’ (part of the regular setlist but performed as a duet here) with James Taylor - New York, NY (November 22, 2011) (x)
Surprise songs.
1. ‘Superman’ - Kansas City, MO (September 24, 2011) (x)
Note: This is the only live performance of ‘Superman’ to date. The video begins with an excerpt of her ‘Last Kiss’ performance, so you’ll have to skip to circa 1:30, but unlike other recordings, it’s complete. This is six minutes of pure joy.
2. ‘Never Grow Up’ - Lexington, KY (October 29, 2011), Houston, TX (November 5, 2011), Raleigh, NC (November 17, 2011) (x)
3. ‘Eyes Open’ - Auckland, New Zealand (March 17, 2012) (x)
Note: This marked the live debut of the song, as it had not even been released at the time of the performance.
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