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sunlightmurdock · 6 months

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Like This Forever | 0.1 | J. Seresin

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You’re thinking of the past, right as the future is about to change forever.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, childhood friends to lovers, country singer!Jake, smut, pining, blissful ignorance, other warnings to follow. wc: 3k (18+ minors do not interact)

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Driftwood — small town southwestern Texas, situated in Lockheart County. Springs, stony hills, and steep canyons. It’s good land, occupying a tiny patch of earth in the middle of the Edwards Plateu. That’s what they all say: good land, good soil. Large acreages of wheat for miles around, grown annually for harvest and winter through spring livestock grazing. The remaining two-thirds of the region is rangeland devoted to cattle ranching. Ranches in this region often seem older than the landscape itself. Lockheart County’s livestock industry is nationally appreciated, it was, even back then. Ranches here are huge, they’ve been there for generations. The town of Driftwood, itself, sits in a valley. It holds on to the people who settle there just like it holds onto the weight of that thick, summer heat all through the day. So hot that even the trees bend and furl like they’re seeking shade too.

Back then, Driftwood was even smaller than it is now. Post Office, Church, two schools, a fleet of locally owned stores on Main Street and a few other buildings for the fathers who weren’t ranchers or ranch hands to work.

On that day in early August, most of Driftwood’s thousand person population were nestled amongst the pews of St. Augustine’s Church, just outside of town. It’s a mile and a half from Main Street, and a mile and a half from the furthest fence on the Seresin Ranch. Their house is a sprawling thing that Bill’s grandfather had built — they haven’t got that kind of money now, and they didn’t on that morning in August. They’ve got three boys, who were squirming around the front pew, melting into the aged wood below them in their smart white button ups. They’ve got another boy too, standing behind Pastor James, holding a processional candle.

Jake’s their youngest. He was nine back then. Small for his age, especially when you stood him next to his brothers and their broad shoulders and long legs. His hair was beyond blond, lightened from the sun. His cheeks dusted with brown freckles and his eyes always narrowed into a type of John Wayne kind of squint. Jake loved John Wayne back then. He loved the cowboys on his bed sheets, and the fact he could see the cattle from his bedroom window. All he wanted back then was a pistol on his hip and a one-way ticket to El Dorado.

Mary-Lynn Seresin grew up in Driftwood, just like her husband had. She had known Bill since she was a little girl, and she had always known that she would marry him one day. Her nails were polished pink that day, sitting pretty atop the procession card as she fans herself with it. Two pews behind, you could still see a droplet of sweat bead from her neat blonde hairline and trail into the collar of her blue polka-dotted Sunday dress.

On that particular Sunday, the fans had packed up and stopped working. So, all six hundred of you who could make it out to St. Augustine’s we’re trapped in there — not just with Pastor James’ storytelling, but with the thick heat pressing down on the entire valley feeling like it had all been shut in this one room with the rest of you.

At the front, Jake Seresin’s cheeks were red, his hair was beading with sweat and his scarecrow, twig-like arms were trembling around the cross. He struggled with its weight and you had watched his green eyes flash out towards the crowd, briefly landing on his mother. Mary-Lynn gave him a proud nod. Bill was staring at the stagnant ceiling fans above their heads. You, were staring right at Jake.

Eight years old yourself, just eight weeks younger than Jake is, you have known that little grass-stain your entire life. In fact, Mary-Lynn and your mother found out that they were expecting just days apart. They had been in the same high school grade as girls, had married men who were good friends, and back then your mother had worked in the town’s hair salon five days a week. They grew very close through their pregnancies. Your mother was the first one to send flowers when Mary-Lynn went into labour a month and a half early.

Jake’s John-Wayne-Squint deepened through the heavy air, watching you like you were both about to draw pistols and settle this like men — right in the middle of Pastor James’ final verse. Your pigtails and your white Sunday dress weren’t fooling him. His robes and the heavy cross in his hand weren’t fooling you. Clearly following his brother’s gaze, Daniel Seresin turns and peers at you over his shoulder. He’s the closest in age to Jake, but he’s still five years older. Thirteen then and too grown up for childish squabbles like those, he just turned back to the front and shook his head.

The first three of the Seresin boys were all born within three consecutive years. Matthew, Noah and Daniel. They’re each tall like their mother, blonde like her too, and have inherited their father’s linebacker shoulders. Noah was fourteen and about to be a freshman in high school. After he fixed the chain on your bike at the beginning of summer, you were full-blown head-over-heels in love with him back then. You thought you were anyway.

Jake, however, had been in your class since Kindergarten and you had been forced to share your toys with him for even longer than that.

His arms trembled before you and your mouth had twitched. Neither one of you was listening to the service. It was almost over. Just a few more minutes until Pastor James wrapped up and the people of Driftwood and poured out of this sauna and out into the dry, morning sun.

Quickly, you shot a look at your mother sitting at your side. She was listening intently, staring right ahead with her neatly steamed clothes and her hair-sprayed hair. You’ll always remember the heavy smell of her rose-scented perfume. Every time you inhale it, you’re sitting at the foot of her bed, watching her fix her face in her vanity. Then, you looked to your father on the other side of you. Exactly the same. Pleased, you turn your attention back to the youngest Seresin boy.

Scrunching your nose, you had sat forwards just slightly and stuck your tongue out at him. Quite the diss back then. Jake’s green eyes had widened, sweat beading down his back under his white shirt and his service robes.

Driftwood is a safe place. It’s a fantastic town to raise children. The schools aren’t overcrowded and cars don’t speed through the centre of town. Country roads are a different story. But no one bats an eyelid, especially not back then, when their children are out of sight.

Mary-Lynn was busily detailing the events of her dinner party that coming Saturday to a group of women that are invited. She’s quite the hostess still. Your mother stood amongst them. Neither one of them were concerned about where their children were in the slightest. Until, that is, the sounds of muffled screaming filled their ears. The mothers of Driftwood rush to the commotion in their kitten heels and pretty dresses. Your mother was the first around the corner. She would recognise the sound of her baby’s screaming anywhere. But you weren’t the one in trouble. As usual, you had been causing it.

Your white dress grass-stained and muddy, dirt under your fingernails and covering your formerly white, frilled socks. You were kneeling. You haven’t yet noticed the crowd of women rushing in your direction. You’ve got Mary-Lynn Seresin’s youngest son pressed into the dirt, kneeling on his back and twisting his arm uncomfortably behind him.

“Say Uncle!” You demanded.

“You’re so dead! Get off!” Jake struggled under you, screaming with all the force that his growing lungs would allow. His voice must have been audible across the entire valley with how he was hollering. Freckled cheek pressed into the dirt, his white shirt was destroyed and he was in the middle of ruining his shoes with how he was scrambling for purchase in the dried dirt.

Quickly, your mother had grabbed you under your arms and hauled you off of the boy, spinning you to face her.

“What do you think you’re doing young lady?”

“He started it! — He said my dress was ugly!”

“It is ugly, you look like a girl!” Jake huffed from behind you as he had stumbled onto his feet and taken a look down at his church clothes. Slowly, he had lifted his gaze to look at his mother. Sullen and worried looking, he began to pout. It wasn’t working. Mary-Lynn had raised three boys by then, she knew when they were trying to play innocent.

The thing about growing up so close together, is that approaching double digits was a confusing time. It was around that age that your mother began to put her foot down when it came to all of those tom-boy activities. Girls might roughhouse and come home with holes in their jeans and mud on their faces, but young ladies didn’t. The dress was her idea.

Jake’s comment had been passing, just a whisper as his family had headed into church ahead of yours, but he was right — you did look like a girl. Back then, that wasn’t a compliment coming from him. So, you had cornered him outside and pummeled him into the dirt. Fair is fair.

“Mary-Lynn, I am so sorry about her — send me the dry-cleaning bill. I’m sorry, we should go.” Your mother had sighed in a hurry, frowning down at your ruined clothes, then looking towards Jake’s. You’ll always remember the smile on Mary-Lynn’s face after. Not pity, because she knew you were in a lot of trouble for this. Just fondness. She had gently patted your mother’s forearm and shaken her head.

“Let’s finish our chat. They’re already filthy. Let them play.”

Looking up at her, you hadn’t understood why she was siding with you back then. You had just almost broken her son’s arm for sport. As you grew, Mary-Lynn Seresin was always on your side. In her kitten heels and dresses, she remembered being a dirt-covered little girl once too. No one was telling her son that it was time yet, to be a man. There’s no harm in letting you be young a little longer.

Your mother had looked uncertain, but people in Driftwood always looked to Mary-Lynn for advice. She had somehow managed to keep four boys in line perfectly, her parenting expertise was studied by those around her. Finally, she had given you a brief nod.

You remember spinning on the delicate almost-heel of your church shoes, rounding on Jake, ready to brawl. You have no clue where the stick came from, but he was armed when you had turned around — but Jake always fought fair. He tossed you a stick of your own and took aim. Green eyes narrowed, he was trying to look down his freckled nose at you, but you were taller then.

“She’s gonna marry that boy someday.” Mary-Lynn Seresin had huffed with a wistful smile, watching the mud-caked children tear off through the field once again. This time, with sticks in hands and violent intent plastered across their dirty faces.

You’re not eight anymore. Jake’s not nine. This time of the year, you both happen to be twenty-six. You aren’t trying to kill him with a stick anymore either. You’re sitting at your favourite bar in Driftwood — there are four now — watching your best friend up on stage. He’s always confident. He has been since he hit that growth spurt when he was twelve. Since then, Jake has been unstoppable. But on stage is when he really shines.

The Dark Star feels like an old bar. It’s packed every Friday night. It smells like malt and smoke and Jake’s been playing here every Saturday since he was seventeen. This is the last time that it will ever be like this, and you don’t even know it yet. Jake’s in the middle of an original. People around here know him, they know his music. They might not get all the words right, but he always gets people singing.

Jake isn’t small for his age now. He grew into his nose, and he inherited those big shoulders, his skin’s tanned from his days out at the ranch. He’s strong and funny and kind. Sometimes it catches you off guard, when you turn your head and find a man in place of the little boy you once knew.

You’re in a booth, talking numbers. It turns out that you had inherited your mother’s knack for business strategy, and Jake’s way with words had rubbed off on you long ago.

You don’t look like the little girl Jake had once known either. If he was concerned about you looking like a girl before, then you can only imagine how dismayed he must be when he looks at you now. Breasts and everything.

“It’s more than potential, Stu — you saw how crazy people were for him when he was opening for The Ashford Band.” You tell him, fingers curled around a brown glass bottle. This is already settled, the deal is already done. You knew from the second that he walked in that you had Stu Adler suckered.

This is a deal that you’ve been mulling over for a couple of months now. Getting Jake on his first headline tour. His debut album came out last week and it’s doing well, but the record label is tiny and the publicity deal is even smaller. Jake’s making pennies compared to other people in his genre, but you’re about to change all of that.

“Six months is a long time on the road. It’s a different lifestyle,” Stu’s dishwater grey eyes flicker briefly up from the plunging neckline of your top to meet your gaze. He’s an older man, with a once successful career in Los Angeles. Now, he spends his time scrounging small towns for talent. He’s just a stepping stone in your plans for Jake. “You’re sure he can handle it?”

Stretching your legs out, you scoff incredulously at the accusation as Jake’s last song dwindles behind you. The beer bottle is cool against your lips. Stu swallows, watching your lips purse around the rim to drink. You know he’d die for the chance to get his wrinkly, old dick in your mouth — it’s why Jake’s about to get the best deal of his life.

“Jake? — Of course.”

“Can you?” Stu asks. The light on you for once makes you cringe. Even so, your poker face doesn’t falter. Calmly staring across the table at him, a small smile on your face. “Y’know, he’s going to need a manager that I can rely on. I.e. — one that he won’t dump, sweetheart.”

This only makes your smile grow. “Jake is like a brother to me. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

It’s that lie that secures the deal. Six months, a hundred and sixty dates across the US. Mostly small venues, but it’s his first headline tour — and it’s all because of you. Because of that one little white lie. Letting Stu think that he’s got a chance with you. Letting him think that you’ve never fucked Jake.

You have. Twice, already by this point. Once, after senior prom. Your date was an asshole and his was cruel. You’d parked his truck out in the west pasture of the Seresin ranch and got a little too drunk under the stars, and wound up with your legs hiked up over his shoulders. The second time was Thanksgiving two years ago. Your family joined his. All of his brothers have fiancés or wives now. Sharing Jake’s bed in his childhood home that night, neither one of you was drunk. You were just lonely, and maybe bored.

Tonight, there are a couple of different factors at play. Sure, by the time that you and Jake collapse down onto that red, velvet couch in the Dark Star’s ‘dressing room’, you’ve had plenty to drink. You’re not quite as lonely as you were that thanksgiving, though.

You turn your head and he’s grinning at the ceiling, chest heaving from the energetic final song. His arms stretch along the backs of the couch, his eyes closed for a moment. You watch him silently.

“You’re incredible.” Jake’s half-cut on an unhealthy mix of tequila and vodka, but smiling, eyes still shut, chin still pointed towards the sky. He gives his head a small shake. “A hundred and sixty dates.”

A smile plasters itself across your lips. As drunk as you are, it’s nice to be complimented for your hard work. “Yeah, we’ll see if you still think I’m so incredible when you’re living off of burgers and beer and still have eighty shows to go.”

The smell of cigarettes lives within the fibre of this room. Part of the furniture, nestled amongst the cracks in the red painted walls. There’s the couch that you’re sitting on, and an illuminated vanity against the far wall, and then a coat stand. It’s not much of a dressing room, but it’s fine.

You just wish it would stop spinning.

“I mean it.” His fingers rest atop your denim clad thigh, patting platonically. You hear him sigh from beside you. He squeezes at the supple skin under his hand. “Thank you.”

“Jake… since when do you have manners?” You ask him. Both of you are sitting with your eyes shut on this old, probably dirty, velvet couch. It’s five in the morning. The two of you might have gone a little overboard with celebrating. Wayne Mayhew, the owner of the Dark Star might have threatened to kick you both out of his bar if you didn’t finally get off of his damn stage ten minutes ago.

But there’s a high buzzing between the two of you that feels electric. Wordlessly, you know Jake feels it too. That this is the last night. Here, in this shitty hometown bar. Everything is about to change. After this tour, nothing will ever be the same again — for either of you.

Jake’s thumb trails back and forth in just one small pattern, reminding you that it’s there on your thigh.

It’s been on your mind all day, for no reason at all. That Sunday in August in 1974. Your ruined church dress and the fat bruise on Jake’s cheek the next day when you had seen him at the market. The start of it all.

Those late night drives and all the evenings you studied together. Jake’s football games and his band practices — back when he had thought he wanted to be in a band. Him drying your tears and making you laugh. Growing up together, talking for hours and hours about all of the possibilities. This was everything Jake had ever wanted, and he’s thanking you.

Your eyelids weigh double what they normally do — heavy as you blink open your eyes and turn your head. This time, he’s looking across at you. The tips of his fingers brush the inseam of your blue, low-rise jeans. His face is calm, he isn’t saying anything and he’s far from doing anything either.

Scrunching your nose, you poke your tongue out at him. Across the couch, Jake lifts his brows. The corner of his mouth twitches. He’s got stubble now. Stubble, and chest hair and an Adam’s apple. But that look, that glint in his eye that’s just daring you to try him has always been the same.

Jake’s fingers twitch, pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Dim lighting, fifteen year old red paint on each of the four walls, and that perpetual cigarette smell — it’s hardly a romantic fantasy. And this is far from a good idea.

But it’s Jake. Confident, loud Jake who gets shy when he’s around someone he really likes. Funny, smart-mouthed Jake who under it all is a great listener. Goofy, habitual Jake who has the nighttime routines of a fifty year old housewife.

Strong-willed, handsome, Jake, your best friend — who’s looking at you like you’re his next meal.

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 8 months

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Masterlist

♡-smut minors do not interact.

Under construction!

Spiderverse

One shots, two shots and dribbles

✭ Put it on (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader) one shot

✭ Go-go dancer (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader) one shot

✭ Hellfire (Priest! Miguel O’Hara x Demon! Fem! Reader) one shot

✭ You look lonely… (Miguel O’Hara x spider! Fem! Reader) Drabble

✭ Oh, you wanna play psycho killer? (Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader x Ghostface! Peter B Parker) (1/2)

★ Can I be the helpless victim?♡(2/2)

✭ Within cells, interlinked (Miguel O’Hara x Ai/Hologram! Fem! reader) (1/2)

★ Do you long for having your heart interlinked? (2/2)

✭John Wayne (Bandit cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader) (1/2)

★ It wasn’t over, it still isn’t over. (2/2)

✭ Childs play (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader [ex-Childhood best friend turned Fwb AU]) ♡ (1/3)

★Taking what’s not yours (2/3)

✭ Tell me how you hate me now (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Scientist! Reader) Drabble

✭ Theme park headcannons with Miguel

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✭Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara

★ Masterlist here

✭Bodyguard!Miguel O’Hara

★1 2 3 4

Series

✭ On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader[college AU]) series masterlist

★ extra dribble (it won’t let me add it to the series list for some reason)

✭ Love me or Hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x reader [HS Academic Rival AU]) series masterlist

#masterlist #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o hara fanfic #miguel o'hara #astv spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel spiderverse

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tsublue · 2 years

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS ~2~

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Picture credits: Pinterest

Can’t believe that it’s already fall.

Also happy late Virgo season!!

!! DO NOT RE-WORD, STEAL, REPOST AND ETC MY WORK. IF YOU WANT TO USE MY WORK THEN PLEASE ASK FOR PERMISSION FIRST AND ALWAYS GIVE CREDITS. !!

Further ado, I hope that you will enjoy my post and let me know if my observations apply to you. I absolutely love reading the comments and your thoughts on this so feel free to let your thoughts and mind free.

REMINDER everything that I may say in this post are just my opinions and stuff that i’ve noticed. I do not claim these to be 100% true and strong facts. If these do not apply do you then you can go and enjoy another post! :)

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|~•~|Every degree up to the 12th can be taken as the house and happen to have the traits of that house.

Example: Saturn 5° - Leo traits or an outlook.

|~•~|ུ۪۪Moon Conjunct Saturn have very heavy and strong demons inside of them that they need to face. Sending a virtual hug to my fellow sufferers. <3

|~•~|People with 10th house lord in the 10th house had shown what they will be passionate about and their career & what they are like at their workplace in their childhood, but it was hard to recognize it.

|~•~|The 4th house represents your mother, her traits, vibe and relationship with her & the 9th house represents your father, his traits, vibe and relationship with him.

|~•~|Moon dominant people with moon in the air signs (especially Gemini) happen to be teachers or teaching and usually enjoy it very much, but at the same time other placements in the chart matter too.

|~•~|If you need guidance in what your career should be. Look at your earth houses - 2nd, 6th & 10th - as well as your Mercury and Saturn placements.

|~•~|Mercury Sextile Midheaven individuals may enjoy popularity in their career life, with many helpful and influential people. Their public life is greatly influenced by their intellectual talents, where you might be well celebrated.

|~•~|Sun Conjunct Mercury isn’t always a fame indicator. It can be a huge boost and help if you plan to or gain fame, but this placement alone, especially if they’re not developing it by getting speech lessons and as such will not indicate fame.

|~•~|Chiron in Aquarius individuals are math and math is them. There is no explanation to it.

|~•~|Pluto transiting the 11th house is a rollercoaster. You have a high chance of isolation yourself, intentionally or not and of the friendships and relationships are not strong then they will go away or thicken for the worse if it isn’t taken into action. If it has not come clear who are there to stay and who not and how you should feel about someone then it is the time for more clearer signs. Seeing this is a sign for you to do the spring (or winter/summer/autumn) cleaning and take it further and improve yourself and other things around you. Take on the challenge.

|~•~|Introverted people who have Pisces and Gemini in the big three scream “John Wayne Gacy, Jr” by Sufjan stevens to me.

|~•~|Pisces and Neptune dominant people liked watching things to do with water on youtube when they were a child. Such as dolls swimming or just watching someone swim and so on. (Dw, I was there too.)

|~•~|People who have prominent Aquarius in their chart seem to enjoy and listen to rap a lot. Also songs that are really popular.

|~•~|The first letters as A & M in a name screams Cancer and Cancer placements. This isn’t any theory or fact but it’s the same as like for an example: November, orange and Thursday are the same. Same with this.

|~•~|I am surprised not so many people are interested in draconic charts.

|~•~|Pisces moon people can go either way. They either act like the placement is described as or they act complete opposite and completely a different way. Usually remind me of Aries moon or placements even if they might not have any Aries placements. It just amazes me.

|~•~| I feel like Libra and Aries just in general are the chillest opposite signs as in they get along the best. (Not in the means of the sun.) Also as in the opposite, I feel like people with heavy Leo and people with heavy Aquarius get the least along with each-other.

|~•~|Scorpio + Virgo + Libra in a chart people are highly like to have their mbti type as ENFJ.

|~•~|The part of Fortune is what you do and the house is how you do it.

For an example: Part of Fortune in the 6th house - you want to break your dreams into actionable smaller steps. People with this position become successful when they approach their goals in an organized, strategic way.

|~•~|When it comes to physical beauty, I’d consider looking at the ruler of the chart.

Thank you for reading.

~ Also for context, I wrote this at 2AM so if something does not make sense then feel free to comment about it.

See you next time.

Love, Tsunami <3

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I in no means want to offend anyone. If I come off in a rude way, then it is not intentionally.

I hope that you enjoyed this post, happy September. Hope that everyone’s school journey to a new year will be smooth and happy.

Good luck to everyone who are entering a new season. Hope you’re doing well.

#astrology #astrologyobservations #yourtags #recommended

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msfcatlover · 1 year

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Every Monster Can’t Be Your Kid, Bruce.

Inspired really heavily by You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514, which I misunderstood the first time I read it and thought they were all going to be different types of monsters. So Dick & Jason are very close to that story in their origins here. You should absolutely read that fic, because it’s fantastic, but the major take away for my AU is that if you pour enough love into something, it can come to life, and the more life & love it carries the more “real” that life becomes.

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Dick is an antique doll, handed down through generations of Graysons, becoming gradually more alive & aware as time went on. It was John Grayson and eventually his wife Mary who managed to tip Dick over into being animate even when people were watching him. Dick only became more & more real from there, as John & Mary shared their love of flying with him, and eventually shared the spotlight & love of their audience. The circus as a whole saw Dick as a blessing, being fully aware of his inhuman nature but accepting him as a source of good luck… until John & Mary fell, leaving their doll-son behind. Dick could actually see his place in the family he’d been part of turn towards superstitious whispers, as his movements stiffened and his joints became more visible. He wasn’t anyone’s good luck charm anymore.

Bruce also saw how everyone turned on that poor little boy, and rushed to give Dick a place to stay, haunted by the whispers of his own childhood that found ways to blame Bruce for what happened to Thomas & Martha Wayne. Bruce isn’t exactly great at expressing his love, but Dick never needs to doubt it when he can see & feel the evidence right there in his own body. And when Robin met the rest of the hero community, they loved him too, giving Dick the chance to actually grow up for the first time in almost 150yrs.

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The first thing Jason ever experienced was love, as the city itself brought him to life. The second thing was freedom, as Jason slipped from the rooftop he’d been carved for and for the first time experienced flight. The third was agony, as Jason struck the ground and his wings snapped right off.

Jason’s not technically a gargoyle. Gargoyles are structurally important, directing water away from the building, and basically never come to life. Jason is a grotesque, carved for decoration & to ward off evil spirits. Without any family to go to, Jason stuck to that second job, protecting the people of his neighborhood as best he could. Batman investigated what he thought was a new vigilante, and found a boy carved from solid stone who could almost pass for human if he stayed out of the light. Bruce worried Jason would suffer the same rejection Dick had, and offered Jason a home; it took some convincing to tempt Jason away from his territory, as it is in Jason’s nature to stay in place in order to protect, but eventually Jason agreed in exchange for training.

(The new Robin doesn’t bend or jerk the way the last one did, but he hits the ground like a meteor strike, and rakes gouges in brick with his claws. He doesn’t shatter & grin through any injury, because most weapons glance off or shatter themselves against his stony skin.)

(Joker submerged a boy carved from centuries-old limestone in an acid bath, and by the time it was drained there wasn’t enough left to animate. Bruce still called every magician he knew, hoping to hear someone say Jason was still alive despite that.)

(Talia had a marble sculpture carved, and had what was retrieved from Jason’s coffin sealed at its core. It still took one hell of a ritual to bring him back, now with a tail that lashed & wings that swept the ground behind him to go with the fangs & claws he’d always had. The new body was perfect in the way only sculptures can be, and Jason just kept himself covered up rather than bother painting & repainting color onto his skin every time he went out in public, lacking the love to lock it in.)

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Tim was the opposite of his brothers. If you love something, anything, you can bring it to life; if something goes unloved & ignored, on the other hand… Tim just slowly faded into the background of his own life. Nobody talked to him at galas. His parents overlooked him at dinner. Other kids avoided him, while staff wouldn’t look him in the eye. Until one day Tim’s teacher was calling attendance and called Tim’s name three times before Tim abruptly stood up, chair screeching across the floor, and snapped, “I said, I’m right here!” The whole class stared wide-eyed, as though Tim has appeared from nowhere.

Tim learned to take advantage of it. He learned what he could do, as something reality itself sometimes ignored (if Tim closes his eyes and has no one else observing him, he can even bypass laws of physics to move through walls or take a few steps out on open air.) Tim tried to convince himself it was just meta-powers manifesting, and it was pure coincidence how closely his condition mirrored mythical Echo (at least people always hear her voice.)

The only time it doesn’t work is if someone wants to notice Tim. A paradox, as first they need to know the true Tim well enough to want to notice him, rather than their own preconceived notion of Tim or one of the masks that Tim puts on. On the plus side, once Tim became Robin that meant he had people he could reach out to who would answer the phone & talk him through it when reality felt especially swimmy or Tim’s own sense of self might waver. Being overlooked is also just one hell of a superpower, and Tim puts it to good use.

(Tim is eternally annoyed once he starts getting close to people and can no longer slip past them. He demands to know why they can see him, and they’re like, “Because we want to? Because we care about you?” and Tim’s like, “Well that’s inconvenient!”)

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Finding a decapitated teenage girl caught under one of the docks was just an especially depressing day for the Gotham PD. Finding a corpse that grabbed back when the coroner went to move it meant it was time to call in the Batman. Steph didn’t know Morse code and her eyes & ears were currently stuck somewhere in muffled darkness far away from the rest of her, so communication was rough but they eventually got her story out of her. Revenants come back for specific reasons, so it was expected she would be there when her father was apprehended; the words he screamed when he saw her corpse, and the beeline Steph made for the box under his workbench put any remaining doubts to rest. Steph picked the lock by touch, and retrieved her head with a huff of relief.

Then Robin said, “Did you find it?” and Steph jumped, throwing her head at him on instinct. It was very embarrassing for both of them, and when Robin handed Steph her head back and she balanced it back on her neck, she immediately started blushing.

(Bruce buys Steph a whole lot of beautiful “necklaces” to help keep her head balanced. Spoiler is the Headless Horseman of Gotham, and Steph finds it hilarious to play into the image. She no longer experiences true pain, just deep discomfort, and gets very good at lobbing her head like a grisly dodgeball at anyone she dislikes.)

(Steph’s a lot more lively than most people expect of the undead, eating & chattering, even getting sick sometimes. She loudly proclaims that the best part of losing her head is that she no longer has to taste it when she throws up, as long as she’s quick enough removing it—when Steph does puke, it’s mostly bilge-water, no matter what she put in her stomach ahead of time.)

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Cass is a homunculus, but I have no details. Damian’s got his “mixed DNA clone” origin going on. That’s where I’m at with this one.

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I haven't done one of these in a while but this was in my drafts: its cg alfred time babey. Three cheers for our fictional grandpa.

Wow Alfred how come DC let's you adopt (checks notes) ALL the babies

If someone regresses he knows about it. Don't ask how he just knows

And he WILL start subtly babying them. Most heroes are stubborn af and struggle to accept even butler help, but Alfred has a talent for easing them into it. Come up to Wayne Manor feeling stressed and 2 hours later you're surrounded by blankets on your second plate of cookies. How'd you get there? Nobody knows

Subsequently there's like a lot of heroes who only accept help from Alfred, especially regression related help. The original Justice League come to mind, he eventually made a point of checking in on them all once he realized how Pointedly Fatherless they all were. They may be too proud to tell their team they're struggling, but no ones too stubborn for Alfred. The doors always open for them and they do use it, liberally.

Like I mentioned before, Diana, Clark, J'onn, John, Shayera, and Wally are all very much adopted by him, and are the ones he cares for the most.

Alf loves having the league around when they're small. Parenting is his passion and the more the merrier, especially when the objective is to keep the stakes low and relaxed. Raising his kids often involves more world ending threats than he'd like, so he always welcomes a respite where he can just coddle them.

And coddle them he does, kiddies under Alfred's watch are the definition of spoiled materially speaking. He is always there for whatever they need, and he takes great pride in his attention to detail. He knows just what shows everyone likes, their favorite pajamas, their stuffies names, their go to treats - everything they want, he will provide

Behavior wise though, Alfred keeps thing just as in line as usual. He's certainly not hard on anyone, but he is an authority for sure. He loves to keep a schedule, and he finds it often necessary for little ones who are used to being in a survival frame of mind. Rules and guidelines always brought him a lot of comfort, and he hopes to bring the same grounding affect those he watches over. Though of course, he's nowhere near immune to puppy dog eyes.

He tries to be in tune with everyone's emotions and help them work through big feelings. He himself struggles with Alexithymia and mild emotion in general, but he's learned strategies to pick apart feelings and deal with them. He knows a lot of therapy techniques from dealing with Bruce, and teaches them whenever he can

He uses a lot of strategies from raising Bruce with regressors, especially those who are autistic. He knows how to best communicate without words, how to figure out what parts of the environment are stressful, and how to keep a space not over or under stimulating. They have lots of tools like headphones, eyewear, communication cards, etc.

Despite being usually formal, something about having regressors around flips a switch on the affection meter. Suddenly everyone is only referred to by sweet nicknames. And he's just general less butler more dad. He's open to snuggles if they're requested.

He's very patient. Takes all the time his little ones need to collect themselves. Most if not all regressors in his care find him profoundly calming, even while not in the headspace. But holding their hands and encouraging them softly definitely does help.

He loves making little outfits for his regressors, especially when they're based on clothes they miss from their childhoods. The look on their face when he recreates their favorite shirts or jammies is pure dopamine, and they look so sweet in their cute little outfits.

Alfred loves to create games and structured activities, one of his favorite things to do is create mysteries for the little league to solve!!

He's welcoming to any nicknames - Alfie, Bubba, Dada, Mr. Pennyworth - but he's especially partial to "uncle alfie". It makes him melt.

#i am so tired and burnt out so this is a lil short #but still #if anyone wants to hmu with alfred headcanons 👉👈 that'd really make me happy #agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #dc agere #batman agere #little league #agere headcanons

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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 21

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, Lucius Fox

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20

Bruce rolled his eyes as he listened to the board members arguing in the background over the phone while he talked to his CFO Lucius Fox. They were trying to push a vote on expanding Wayne Enterprise to Canada. Most were for it. They just couldn’t agree on where the corporate headquarters should be. The places being thrown around were Toronto, Quebec City, Halifax, and Vancouver. Bruce honestly didn’t care about where they built, but his board members fought back that it was all about location, location, location.

Lucius sighed and said, “If it wasn’t for the fact that you pay me handsomely for this bullshit, I would have bailed on these idiots an hour ago.”

Bruce smirked and asked, “So it isn’t the box seat passes that I got you for the Giants’ games for the rest of the season?”

Lucius chuckled and said, “Oh, that definitely took the edge off.” Lucias paused for a moment and said, “What exactly do you want me to do with this stalemate they have about Canada? We tried holding a vote but ended up with equal votes for all the cities.”

Bruce rubbed his head for a moment and said, “Have one of the associates make out a proposal for the mayor of each of those respective cities. We know what we can offer in terms of job opportunities and increasing value to the city. See what the representatives can offer us in terms of tax breaks and things of that nature. Whoever offers us the best benefits is the one we go with.”

Lucius sighed and said, “This is why I wished you were here with us an hour ago. We could have ended the meeting in five minutes with an idea like that.”

Bruce chuckled and said, “I needed to be here for Damian. This is an important milestone for him.”

“Are you sure you are not using this as an excuse to get out of a board meeting? Disneyland was a weird choice, but I have seen you choose stranger places to avoid the Board.”

Bruce rolled his eyes and said, “Damian really did have a field trip for Disney. I wasn’t going to let him go by himself. The PTA already think I am an idiot and absentminded as it is….”

Lucius burst out laughing for a few minutes.

Bruce narrowed his eyes and asked, “What’s so funny?”

Lucius’ laugh started tapering off and said, “I’m sorry. I just never thought that you of all people would care what other people think. Imagine what your opposition in your second life would think.”

Bruce gave a deadpan stare and said, “Ha, Ha. Very funny.”

Lucius chuckled and said, “You know I’m kidding right?”

Bruce smiled coyly and said, “Sure you are.”

“Anyway, how is Damian taking to Disney? I’m sure it is different to the other eclectic things he has been exposed to in his childhood.”

Bruce sighed while rubbing the back of his head. He knew going to Disney would be a very foreign concept for his youngest, but he didn’t expect him to fight him the whole way. Or maybe it was wishful thinking. It would definitely explain the looks his other three boys gave him when he mentioned their trip. Dick and Jason just bursted out laughing at the suggestion and Tim started to do research into securing Damian an attorney in case he decided to burn the theme park down in vengeance.

Bruce shook his head and said, “Damian hasn’t taken too kindly being here. He has already pressed the panic button he has twice to try to get Tim to pick him up since he is with the Titans this week in California. When that didn’t work, he tried to ditch me to go back to the main road to hitchhike before I caught up with him.”

“Considering his other antics are you really surprised by this?”

Bruce sighed and said, “My three older boys have already indicated the same thing. I just want him to have people his age to associate with.”

Bruce looked out the corner of his eye and noticed Lena coming back with several Dole Whips.

While looking at her thoughtfully, Bruce said, “Lucius, if there isn’t anything else, I am going to have to call you back after I get back to Gotham on Monday.”

“Okay, hope things go better with Damian this weekend.”

“You and me both,” muttered Bruce under his breath as he hung up the phone.

He quickly changed his frown to a passive smile as Lena finally walked up to him.

Lena smiled and said while handing him a Dole Whip, “Damian and Kara wanted some. I got some for you in case you wanted one as well.”

Bruce gave her a blank stare. He knew that Kara trusted her implicitly, but he still had some nagging thoughts about her.

Lena chuckled nervously and said, “If you don’t want it, that is fine. I can just give it to Kara. She would probably be excited at the prospect of having two more.”

Bruce let out his charming smile which took Lena off guard for a moment.

Bruce said, “I would actually like to try some. Some of my employees have talked wonders about this so I am curious if it lives up to all the hype.”

Bruce took the cup from Lena. He began to eat. His eyebrow went up in surprise. He knew that this was similar to ice cream but this is the best ice cream that he has had in a while.

Lena smirked and said, “I take it this means that it far exceeded your expectations.”

Bruce chuckled and said, “Definitely.”

They stood in weird silence with one other. Bruce could tell that Lena kept nervously looking around. Probably wish that Kara would come back as quickly as possible. Originally, Bruce thought about keeping silent until his son and Kara came back but then saw it as an opportunity to get to know the girl. Clark hadn’t been too keen on anyone approaching Lena. Several veiled threats were made if anyone did. If asked, he could use this as an innocent run-in, although he can hear it now from Clark accusing him that it was planned.

He sighed and said, “Kara has said that you run a children’s hospital.”

Lena smiled and let out a sigh of relief and said, “Yes. I believe in the importance of getting children the best healthcare they could as possible no matter what the cost.”

“What caused you to want to focus on children’s health though?”

Lena looked up thoughtfully and said, “My niece Ruby inspired me actually. She was sick. Most doctors thought it was a cold or at most the flu and said with just over-the-counter medicine it would go away. However, she kept getting sicker and nothing was working. We went to doctor after doctor until one actually did their research and found out what was wrong with her and got her the treatment that she needed to get well. I don’t want any family to have to go through that. Being dismissed and thinking that your concerns aren’t valid. I wanted to have doctors look into everything instead of looking at what is most common. That is when I decided to scout for the best of the best in pediatrics and start my own hospital.”

Bruce gave her an insightful look. Many had regarded Lena using her hospital for nefarious purposes, but he has seen that the commercial that Kara and Lena did a couple of weeks back had changed the discourse around it. Now, more patients have been giving reviews and it has been overall positive. It was good to know that Lena created the hospital as a way to inspire change. Bruce was about to comment as such when he heard his phone ring again. He sighed and looked down and saw that Alfred was calling. He looked at Lena sheepishly and mouthed “One moment.”

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Tadow

Oh oh I saw her and she hit me like (tadow) Saw that thing so beautiful (tadow) She just hit my heart, oh (tadow) Full force and she got me like (tadow)

This story is about when you met Poison Ivy as kids, also you used to have a crush on her but figured out she was dating someone (That part might be in part two). Warnings: Cussing, violence.

When you were kids, you and Pamela would plant flowers in your backyard or hers. You would plant your favorite flowers in her backyard and she would plant her favorite flowers in your backyard. When the flowers bloomed, you both either leave the flowers on the other's door, leave them in a vase, or hand the flowers to each other.

When you were kids, you would sit in the living room watching the news together. You would tell Pamela how you felt bad for Bruce when it came on the news that Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne was found dead. Pamela just said, "It is a common occurrence that happens in Gotham."

When you were kids, you would make jokes about how girls obsess over boys who don't even like them. However, Pamela would talk about kissing multiple boys or just falling over for them.

When you were teens, Pamela was the popular girl due to her looks. You didn't know a lot of people or you just didn't want to know anyone. Pamela had over ten boyfriends in one month.

When you were teens, you started to have a crush on Pamela. Every time you see her, your heart starts pumping. When she gets invited to your house, you try to forget your crush on her but it was too strong to forget, and yes, Pamela does know you have a crush on her since you are bad at hiding it.

When you were teens, senior year was ending and you had to move for college. "Do you actually have to go?" Pamela says with a sad face. "Yeah, otherwise, my dream job would be a wasted dream." Pamela gives you a tight hug and wishes you luck, but before you leave, she gives you your favorite flowers.

When you were adults, you have came back to Gotham to surprise your childhood best friend. To your surprise, you go check on your old house to see it was abandoned, not only that, there were rotten flowers there. A newspaper flies into your face and you see something along the lines, 'Batman Strikes Again!', who's Batman?

When you were adults, you decided to work at the asylum your mother used to work at. You get a tour of the patients who is here, most of them is beyond what you had learned in college. Asking questions about how is it possible that these creatures are like this.

When you were adults, you were not aloud to go near the dangerous patients due to you being new. You had to check in on the patients once in a while, feed them if they get extra hungry, and make sure they aren't trying to kill someone.

A week passed, and your friend, Lola, couldn't come due to her being extra sick, so you had to cover for her. Which made your job ten times harder than it used to be, since you had to go to the zone you weren't allowed to go in. You walked into the dangerous part of the asylum, one by one you got to meet the patients and introduce yourself.

The first one a girl who had blonde pigtails, a revealing nurse outfit, and some makeup on, her name is Harleen Quinzell. A tall man with a mask was next, his name is Eduardo Dorrance. Then John Doe, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Fries, Victor Zsasz, and last but not least, Pamela Isley.

#Poison Ivy x Reader #Female Reader #Lesbian #pamela isley #Poison Ivy #jackiejack8e

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All pieces are sfw unless marked with **

WIP

I'll see you when the wrath comes || Steddie western au || currently rated G

One shots

Steddie first kiss scenario || prompt: accident, mistaken identity

Latest release || Eddie, no pairing

Untitled || "If Steve had to level with anybody...." || Steve watching Eddie smoke

Untitled || "C'mon," Eddie said as he twisted the doorknob.... || rainy afternoon

Untitled || It's summer, and their cat Dio needs a fur trim

dine on old encounters || childhood friends, pre-steddie || 5,570 wc

Microfic/Drabble Challenges

Sparked || July 2023 Steddie micro fic: pool || 442 wc

Slingin' 🍦⚓️ ||July 2023 Steddie micro fic: pool || 442 wc

wood || August 2023 Steddie micro fic: cake || 311 wc

What's your flavor? || August 2023 Steddie micro fic: cake || 311 wc

the sprinkle || August 2023 Steddie micro fic: cake || 311 wc

second chances || September 2023 Steddie micro fic: charm || 548 wc

obnoxious || October 2023 micro fic: suck || 480 wc

to taming demons || Eddie Month October 2023 day 4, Rejection | Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier | Lost

snoozy || Eddie Month October 2023, day 7: Wayne | The Seeker - The Who | Warm

**awake || October 2023 micro fic: suck || 480 wc continuation of snoozy

Operation: Salvage || November 2023 microfic: rest || 387 wc

winner winner || Steddie Holiday Drabbles day 6: cooking together || 999 wc

new || Steddie Holiday Drabbles prompt day 31: New Year's Eve || 508 wc

**gagged || January microfic: hole || 404 wc

Day 3 of Steddie love month: Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if it's nothing special || 722 wc ||

Day 8 of Steddie love month: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him || 832 wc ||

Song shuffle AU prompts

Trying to Sleep by Wolfie's Just Fine, still thinking about making this a Whole Thing™️

The Mermaid by Kate Rusby, Joyce Byers/Jim Hopper

When the Night Is Over by Lord Huron

Nancy from Now On by Father John Misty

Sail on By by Blanco White

#masterlist #steddie fics #they're all bite sized!

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Chapter 1-As I Live and Breathe

Summary: You were reassigned to work for the U.S. Marshal Service in Lexington…Which also happens to be the department that your Uncle Art is in charge of. He was glad to accept you but knew it would be a blessing and a curse to have you as one of his officers. You are a complete professional in the field, but something about this new team brings out your inner mischief. Especially since your childhood friend, Tim Gutterson, is now one of your co-workers.

Author Notes: Character Intro, Tim Gutterson x Female!Deputy, Deputy Marshal Gutterson x Female!Deputy, Y/N, L/N, U.S. Deputy Marshal Service, Justified T.V. show references, Raylan Givens, Rachel Brooks, Art Mullen (Y/N’s uncle), Military/Law Enforcement terminology, Mentions weaponry and alcohol, sexual innuendos, a splash of sexism.

*While writing this, I imagined the character having a southern accent as well, but I encourage you as the reader, to use your imagination to your heart's wildest desires*

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You step out of your Jeep and inhale the familiar scent of hot asphalt and Virginia bluebells. You forget how dry it gets in Kentucky as you cough after getting a mouthful of dusty air. You look up at the Lexington Federal Courthouse, let out one last exhale and proceed to the Marshal’s entrance.

You approach the security counter already emptying the contents of your pockets into the basket.

“Ma’am this is the Deputy Marshal’s entrance, I’m gonna need you to go around to the front and-“

You flash your badge to the suited man speaking to you. His mouth fell open from shock and embarrassment.

“Oh…I didn’t know you-“ He tried to continue.

You cut him off right away.

“Right, it was an honest mistake that a woman lookin’ like me could possibly be any kind of law enforcement. Ain’t no way they give a gal a shiney badge and a gun, is that what you were thinkin’?”

The man and his three other associates exchanged looks of confusion.

“May I have my affects back, please?” You ask.

The stupefied man offered the basket with your things in it. You pocket your keys, spare change and cuff key and walk on without another word wasted on security.

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You walk through the double glass doors of the Deputy Marshal office and see a few deputies talking to an FBI agent. You couldn’t help but overhear the comical exchange.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Deputy.” The FBI agent scolded to the blonde man seated behind the desk, mouth full of food.

“I’m not playing. I’m an idiot. You can ask anybody.” Deputy Tim Gutterson replied earnestly but playfully gesturing to the other deputies.

“And I can personally vouch for that.” You rang out for the whole office to hear.

The FBI agent, Tim, the other two deputies, and their Chief, Art Mullen, turn to look at you approaching.

Art chuckled and met you halfway. Tim smirked and hung his head.

“Y/N, as I live and breathe.” Art said extending his hand to shake yours, then pulling you in for a hug.

“Hey, Uncle Art.” You say hugging him back.

Raylan exchanged looks with Rachel who just shrugged.

“Come on over here, I want you to meet the rest of the A-Team.” Art said.

You both approach the group, all eyes on you.

“Y/N, this here is Raylan Givens. He came to us about a week or two ago from the Miami department.”

Raylan shook your hand with a dashing smile.

“Ma’am.” He stood to greet you.

“Pleasure’s all mine, Deputy. I read all about you going John Wayne on Thomas Buckley. Classy.” You say with an impressed smile.

Raylan laughed and began scratching the back of his head like a little boy all bashful.

Art continued. “One of my best deputies, Rachel Brooks.” He gestured to the female next to Raylan to which you also shook her hand.

“I believe it.” You say with a wink. Rachel smiled back.

“And this knucklehead is-“

“Thanks, Chief, but there’s no need for my formal introduction to Miss L/N.” Tim interrupted.

Art looked at Tim, then at you, then back at him.

“Deputy L/N to you, Mr. Gutterson.” You corrected.

Raylan, Rachel, and Art’s eyes widened. There was a touch of intensity in the air between you and Tim.

“Oh, so the rumors are true. You became the pin up girl of the United States Marshal Service.” Tim shot back smoothly.

You roll your eyes at Tim.

“Better than being known as the idiot of the United States Marshal Service.” You retorted.

Raylan and Rachel let laughs escape them.

“I like her.” Rachel said.

“Alright, now, Y/N can you please follow me to my office so we can properly in-process you to this department?” Your uncle was already exasperated by the amount of back and forth you started.

You flash Tim a mischievous smile then turn to face the other two.

“Pleasure meetin’ y’all.” You say to Raylan and Rachel with a wave.

They returned a nod and a smile. They then both looked over at Tim who conveniently made himself busy at his computer. He looked over at them after feeling their stare on him.

“What?” Tim asked.

“So, you’re not going to explain what all that was about?” Raylan asked.

“What all was what about?” Tim asked.

Rachel rolled her eyes at him.

“Obviously you knew her from before.” Rachel stated.

Tim looked back at his screen and paused.

“…Perhaps.” He finally responded.

Rachel and Raylan look at eachother and shrugged.

“Ok, Gutterson, you can stay all mysterious if you want. One way or another we’ll figure it out.” Rachel said.

“Who am I to interfere with your womanly urges to find out juicy gossip?” Tim said sarcastically without looking up from his work. “You ain’t gonna find out anything.” He added.

“We shall see.” Rachel challenged. Raylan just scoffed and redirected his attention to paperwork on his desk.

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After about an hour in a half in your uncle’s office, you emerge with Art in the lead.

“Ok, Y/N, this will be your desk.” Art motioned to the last desk right between Tim’s desk and his office.

Tim rolled his eyes and let out an audible, irritated sigh.

“Seems a bit crowded over here, Chief, are there any other desks available? A closet, perhaps?” You asked your uncle.

Rachel chuckled in amusement.

“You could share a desk with Tim if you’d like?” Raylan offered. “He’s dying for company I assure you.” He continued teasingly.

Tim shot Raylan an annoyed glance.

Art cut off the back and forth.

“This, is your desk, Deputy L/N.” He said sternly tapping the top of the bare desk surface. He turned around and went back into his office.

You put your side piece and your badge on your new workstation.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.” Tim said mockingly.

You shot a dull look at Tim. He winked at you.

Damn him and those blue eyes.

You exhale and look away from him.

“Don’t be thinkin’ those baby blues will get you anywhere, Gutterson.” You say attempting to hide a smile.

Tim totally caught it, though. He had a knack for noticing the tiniest details. It’s what made him an excellent sniper.

“No ma’am.” Tim replied with a smug grin.

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“Is that absolutely necessary, Y/N?” Tim asked you referring to your scented candle burning on your freshly cleaned desk.

“Smells bad enough in here to knock a dog off a gut wagon, Tim. The scent of Aspen Pine ain’t gonna kill you.” You respond.

Raylan laughed out loud.

“Knock a dog off a gut wagon, Y/N? Really?” Raylan asked you as he sat up in his chair to get a better look at you.

“What? Too old school holler even for you, Givens?” You snickered.

Raylan laughed. “No ma’am, just haven’t heard that saying since I was a kid, that’s all. Where you even from?” He responded.

“I was born in Maces Spring, Virginia. Most of my family is from there. Moved to Indiana around high school where I met this fine gentleman right here.” You gestured to Tim.

Tim scoffed.

“So, you do know Tim from before!” Rachel squealed.

“Yes ma’am, I do. Went to every homecoming and prom with him.” You confirmed.

Rachel let out a hearty laugh, as Raylan shot Tim a surprised glance.

Tim rolled his eyes, dropping his head back onto his chair.

“Didn’t think Tim was the….dancing, tuxedo, boutonniere type a guy?” Raylan said mockingly.

You look over at Tim.

“He isn’t. He wore khaki cargo pants, a button up, and had one of his daddy’s flasks filled with Wild Turkey as a belt buckle.” You explained.

Rachel covered her mouth so she wouldn’t snort from laughter. Raylan chuckled.

“Wow, Tim.” Raylan said rather loudly, utterly shocked.

“Ok, get your jabs in now, Y/N. Your time will come for humiliating pastime anecdotes.” Tim said pointing at you with a roguish smirk.

“Bring it, Gutterson.” You reply leaning on your elbows across your desk getting closer to him. “Rachel, I’ll have to tell you about the time I snuck under the bleachers with this one during a football game!”

Rachel fanned her face, mocking a rising temperature, “Oooo girrrrrl.” She keened.

Tim bit his bottom lip, then side eyed you. You flash him a flirtatious smile and a wink.

You both remembered that night…And the many nights that occurred after that.

“If we are quite finished here, I’d like the four of you to meet me in the conference room, stat.” Art announced poking his head through his office door in an authoritative, fatherly tone.

Tim was the first to proceed everyone to escape the torturous ridicule you and Rachel caused him.

Rachel walked over to you and hooked your arm.

“We’ll have to have girl’s night. I’ve been the only woman on this team for awhile. It’s about time another adult was brought on to help me handle the boys.” She whispered to you. You both giggle

“I heard that.” Raylan shouted over his shoulder.

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dairy-farmer · 10 months

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Omg what if the hanahaki au but in the later years-- where Timkon has a child and a small comfy house in the country, close enough to ma's and pa's but far enough that they have to drive. It's comforting, so sweetly domestic and warm and loving. It's Tim's childhood dream and he's patting his currently flat stomach with another child inside it.

The phone rings.

The phone rings and Tim feels an odd tug at his heart- like it's going to be bad news- horrible news. The kind you see in movies of tragedy where nothing ever goes right.

He picks up the phone and once he does he lets out the most blood-curdling scream in his entire life.

Kon was hurt. *Badly* hurt. He wasn't dead yet, but with his condition he already practically was.

Tim rushes to the hospital, frantically dropping off his confused toddler to ma's and pa's and speedily rushing his way to the hospital-- everyone is already there. Clark, Jon, Lois, and-- and on the bed was Kon. His Kon. The beeping monitor is beside him, showing a slow steady heartbeat.

Through tears, clark explains a mission gone wrong. Kon's been hit with some intense magic that no magician could fix-- John and Zatanna have both tried, everybody tried every connection they had- it was no good. Kon was as good as dead.

They said they should just pull the plug, there was no other hope of saving Kon. All they were doing was giving each other a false sense of hope and not letting kon's body rot under dirt.

Tim screams at them, telling them no, to 'fuck off! He's mine! He's my husband, my soulmate!' And vehemently refuses to pull the plug.

The superfamily look at each other and leave and a few days later the batfamily arrive, black smudges and spots where their soulmarks used to be. Through some luck they manage to convince Tim to let Kon go. Tim pulls the plug and once he does-- he feels the most soul-crushing pain. His soulmark. His soulmark was changing back to before when the bats were-- he looks at the splotches of black on the bat's bodies. Its his soulmark. *Their* soulmark. Tim collapses.

When he wakes up, he's in a hospital gown and his family is beside him. They tell him that they lost the child in his belly and... and they're soulmates again.

Tim hisses at them, telling them to go away, that his soulmate is *dead* and nothing can ever change that. They're not his soulmate and they never will be.

Anyway etc in the end, Tim is forced to move back into the manor with his child. His child is trying his best for his mama to stay happy, but without the literal love of your life beside you it's hard.

The batfam try to cheer him up. After all, the mark back on their skin should say that they can fix tim, right? The mark back on their skin says its their second chance, right?

So they try. And Tim. Tim doesn't outright reject. He doesn't accept either though, and they wonder if being rejected outwardly would hurt less. They aren't loved. They aren't wanted. They're just.. they're not even an object for Tim to fixiate on. Tim is a former shell of himself and they're terrified that nothing will ever fix him ever again- until they see Tim smiling while stroking the cheek of his child.

Like a lightbulb moment they gasp. Of course! A child! What better way to bring him back than a child-- so they tell tim that they should try for a baby.

And Tim just. Blankly says yes. It takes a few tries-- each time Tim is the best pussy they've ever had but the look in his eyes. It was a need. The sex, the feeling of being knocked up by a naked cock- it was a need and not a want. There's no love in that stare. No devotion. No care. Tim has rejected them in his heart. That's the first bud of their flower grown inside their lung.

When Tim gets pregnant they were ecstatic. Finally! A chance to love them, a chance to be accepted-- and silently. The silent pride of the fact that they now have what they once lost.

This could end in two ways. The waynes being some sort of picture perfect family on paper where they have a little wife and two (or more) kids but Tim doesn't love them, tim has a favorite child- the one with Kon and his kids love tim yeah but they're also a bit angry over not being as loved as the first child and angry at the first child for having all of tim's love.

Somehow Kon comes back to life and Tim rejects the waynes and his child with them to be with kon again.

oh! i think i already answered this ask in an earlier post only without tim being convinced to take them back and kon coming back to life😢😢😢!

if kon did come back to life, even without his soulmark- tim would absolutely leave his "soulmate" for him, taking along the children he's had while kon was gone because those are HIS babies not theirs and those babies are so happy to meet their daddy that their mama had told them all about!!!!! the waynes losing their soulmate and children because tim loves his babies and initially it helped him cope with the loss of his and kon's baby but now it was because kon had come back and was a little confused at all these new chubby cheeked babies but he's more than happy to love them as well because anything that comes from tim is something kon wants to love!!!

kon and tim haivng their family back, this time bigger with a few more additions while tim's other "soulmate" is left behind with nothing but flowers in their lungs.

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practically-an-x-man · 1 month

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As an SFX artist; what can you tell me about clowns? Why do you think they’ve become an icon of fear?

Coulrophobia!

Another long ramble ahead, consider yourself warned:

So I'm sure there's an actual psychological explanation for what makes clowns creepy, but I don't know it so this is just me speculating a bit.

A lot of intense personal fears are developed during childhood - you get attacked by bees, you develop a fear of bees; you nearly drown as a kid, you develop a fear of drowning. It's a learned fear response, meant to keep you from experiencing similar threats again, but it's strongest when we're children since they have fewer experiences to compare it to. I.e. a lifelong gardener with plenty of harmless experiences with bees is not going to develop a phobia from one bee sting, but a 6-year-old girl who has no other experiences with bees is likely to become afraid.

We can apply this same logic to clowns: they're something that is usually introduced to young children, since they're meant as children's entertainment, so a bad experience is more likely to leave you with lingering anxiety or reservations surrounding clowns.

I also think this is a bit of a positive feedback loop when it comes to clowns being seen as an icon of fear. One filmmaker chooses to make a clown-based horror film, a kid watches it too young and develops a lingering fear, kid grows up to write their own book or produce their own movie, it continues the cycle. Fear of sharks spiked tremendously after Jaws permeated homes, and It did the same for clowns.

I think this is true for any fear, really - it's not that clowns or sharks are innately more scary than another thing, but those particular works are so well-presented that they instill a fear in the audience. I could write a movie about... idk, a box of tissues, and if it's profoundly scary enough then it doesn't matter whether the tissues themselves are scary. It's all in how they're presented. And sure, filmmakers and authors will generally stick to something that has a bit more history, with the potential to hurt, since that gives a jump-start on the fear response, but I'd argue at the core of it that it doesn't matter.

I think the reason they've become an icon of fear rather than just something that's scary is because of the real-world connection, too. It's kind of a chicken-and-egg situation, but take something like John Wayne Gacy or the 2016 clown sightings across the continental US - whether these are inspired by creepy clowns in media, or whether the media is inspired by the real-world events, having something be real makes it scarier.

I talked before about how horror trends mimic the societal fears of their time period, and this is more of the same. If you watch a movie, and there is even the slightest inkling of belief that this could happen to you - that you'd spot a real creepy clown in the bushes on your way home from work - it makes that thing more scary. I mean, compare something like The Mist or Annihilation to something like Arachnophobia or Hush: they're completely different genres, yes, and the individual creatures in The Mist and Annihilation are definitely scary, but there's something extremely visceral about the latter movies because you could walk into a house infested with venomous spiders, you could look through the window one night and see a masked burglar aiming to break in, while you're much less likely to actually encounter mutated cosmic beings like that. Clowns are scary because they are something you could feasibly run into, without too many mental gymnastics to get there.

TL;DR: Clowns are scary because of childhood fear associations, a history of violence in real-world events, and the fact that they are mundane enough that the brain may misattribute fiction and reality.

#my friends!!!#answered asks

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dick-rarepairs · 2 months

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Anywhere But Here [Fanfiction] by Luthien Luinwe for withthekeyisking

Rating & Warnings: [Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con] Relationship: Dick Grayson/Roman Sionis Summary: When Dick is kidnapped by Black Mask, nothing can go right. All he can do is stay alive long enough to hope for a rescue, something much easier said than done.

Lunch Break [Art] by Whispering_Imp for Nightwang

Rating & Warnings: [Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply] Relationship: Dick Grayson/Clark Kent/Lois Lane Summary: Clark and Lois destress in the office with the help of a gifted bird.

Interrogation [Art] by Whispering_Imp for withthekeyisking

Rating & Warnings: [Explicit, Rape/Non-Con] Relationship: Dorian Chase/Dick Grayson Summary: Gift to withthekeyisking for completing the 10 works bonus achievement in the Dick Rare Pair Challenge. Congratulations! Dick suffers for your pleasure.

Rehearsal by Rehearsal [Fanfiction] by Averia for RUNNFROMTHEAK

Rating & Warnings: [Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply] Relationship: John Constantine/Dick Grayson/Zatanna Zatara Summary: After an Otherkind wrought havoc on the magic folk of Earth, Zatanna dips her toes back into performance magic at Haly's Circus, not knowing Dick revived his childhood home after experiencing his own recent disaster. Constantine immediately thinks they look good together, and he totally knew Dick was Nightwing from the very start.

Sent To You With Care [Fanfiction] by Averia for NyxKvistad

Rating & Warnings: [Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply] Relationship: Talia al Ghul/Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne Summary: If Talia can't be with Bruce, she'll make certain that he ends up with a person she chooses. Dick Grayson has all the right qualities to make her son and her ex-husband happy — maybe even herself.

Livin’ Like We’re Renegades [Fanfiction] by NyxKvistad for sharpbluejay

Rating & Warnings: [Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply] Relationship: Dick Grayson/Roman Sionis Summary: The most embarrassing thing about getting kidnapped as Roy Harper—heir to the Queen empire—is that Dick Grayson—Gotham's sweetheart—has to be the one saving him from Roman Sionis.

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thelextheluthor · 1 year

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I have a sort of love/hate relationship with Titans (the series on HBO Max) because:

On one hand I could literally not imagine anyone better to play any of these characters like Brenton Thwaites is peak Dick energy and Curran Walters makes baby asshole Jason look easy and Iain Glen is perfect Bruce material and Joshua Orpin gives off Superman vibes and also manages to make Conner feel young and inexperienced etc. There's also a good dynamic between most of the characters and they help each other out and they showing that they're people. They're people with problems and secrets and struggles, sure, but they're people. And they care. About each other. About the world. And the series shows that.

But. It also frustrates me to no end. Incoming huge rant, btw.

(warning- lots of spoilers for the show, mostly season 3 cuz that's where I have most of my beef with, and also i haven't watched s4)

Usually because of little -mostly Batman related- things that aren't really noticable to people not really into DC but are there nonetheless like: Dick is not his fucking legal name. It's Richard. No it's not going to say Dick on legal documents. I'm talking mostly about the episode where he got fucking arrested and they pulled up his file (and showed his passport to I think). Also his middle name is fucking John, people, not that hard to look up. (I'm pretty sure they do the same thing with Jason and make his middle name something completely random, but I'm sure in most if not all canons it's Peter). Just. Richard John Grayson. It's not that hard 🙄🤚 Nobody who is either not close to him or has no sense of boundaries will call him Dick. His (adoptive) father is Bruce MF Wayne. Richard, Mr. Grayson, Mr. Grayson-Wayne, whatever that canon is making his last name, that is what they will call him out of RESPECT, if not to him, to the one name everyone in Gotham knows.

Bruce's age is another thing. I have absolutely nothing against Iain Glen, pretty amazing Bruce, but your telling me Bruce is how old? Iain is 61. Like. I'm pretty sure he adopts Dick in his 20's. It's not him being an experienced adult. He's still young. So he WILL screw up. As a person and as a parent. Same thing for the young Dick flashbacks, like, an eight year old from a circus definitely would not know how to drive a car. I do love how he started off on the path of vengeance, because as a "darker" show, Titans is meant to highlight those parts of him hidden by traffic light colors and puns, but one of his things is that he's pretty much the age Bruce was when his parents died. The kid in the show was no younger than 13 in his earliest flashbacks (again, same with Jason and Tim. These kids showed up looking like high school graduates, which, sure, is young to be starting a life of crime-fighting, but you gotta remember that Jason died at 15 in the comics, and Tim never even graduated).

Another thing is, I really do want the show to introduce Damian, but I doubt that this version of Bruce would be able to raise a kid ever again, probably doesn't trust himself enough to, plus he's like in his 50's so either he had Dami really late or he -like the rest of the bat-fam so far- is really aged up when he starts his whole Robin thing, which also kinda worries me because Tim barely got introduced in the 3rd season and I think he will be Robin in the 4th, so I heavily doubt we'll get murder baby 10 year old-ish Damian. And while being young isn't all Damian is, it's a little crucial to his story because you see an adult who was trained to be a killer and you see them as dangerous, sure, but an adult. Actually seeing, witnessing a child being a murder weapon, knowing that that is all their childhood was, that is pretty twisted.

Also I feel like Dick's whole "prison arc" schtick just wasn't him because dude's whole thing was "adopting strays" and he just up and left a whole ass kid in charge of a tower and a comatose patient & got himself thrown into prison on purpose. Nuh uh. If there's one thing that separated Dick and Bruce personality-wise, I think it's that Dick is the one who helps and loves people from the bottom of his heart. Bruce does love people, but he doesn't know communication or where to draw the line between work and personal life. Dick also has that same problem and we see it, he knows it and resents it because he knows that's a *Bruce* trait, but he on the other hand has a support system, people who care and help. Because that's what the Titans is. And Dick wouldn't up and abandon that for anything.

Again with Bruce, I know fighting crime isn't the best way to raise a child, and that giving a traumatized child deadly weapons to fight their inner demons will leave scars, but I wholeheartedly believe that Bruce was trying to be a good parent. In the show, he's really no more than a mentor. The most emotion I've seen is AFTER Dick becomes Nightwing(in one of Dick's flashbacks, he communicated through fucking letters. Dick was practically alone). Same goes for Jason. This was supposed to be another kid Bruce saw himself in, someone lost and alone. And when we saw his computer files on possible future Robins?

Keeping the roll with Bruce, he does things I feel like neither Bruce or Batman would do. Hell, when Jason died, first thing he did was kill the Joker. That is Jason's whole schtick after getting revived‼️His whole problem with Bruce is that he let the Joker live, even after everything, even after his own son died! Nothing changed to Jason! His death didn't mean anything!

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