#versus just Clarke

[mewhenimanangel]

reporting live, paige bueckers

— synopsis. you meet paige when you’re assigned to report on the uconn v. iowa game.

notes ౨ৎ: i’ve never wrote for a real person before it feels so strange…but there’s like no fics on here i had to take matters into my own hands.

also yes im rewriting history to make uconn win!

you checked yourself out in the mirror, fixing your outfit - low rise black work pants with a white button down that showed a small sliver of your stomach with black sling back heels.

you tossed your hair around to fix it making sure it was in perfect shape. after all, your job was pretty dependent on looks.

you worked as a reporter for the city's top news agency and tonight you would be attending the uconn versus iowa women's basketball game.

you were also pretty active on social media and managed to make some money that way, you were more than grateful for your lifestyle.

you called your friend, devon , to make sure she was on her way to get you knowing you absolutely could not be late tonight.

she answered the phone and you sighed a breath of relief when it sounded like she was in fact on her way.

"hey girll, are you excited for tonight? pretty big story" she said, bustling city noise behind her.

"yeah i'm excited to interview uconn after they beat iowa's ass" you smirked when you heard her gasp on the other side. "they so will not! my girlfriend caitlin's gonna pull through"

"nah, paige buckets got that easily" you scoffed as you packed your bag, ready to head downstairs out of your apartment.

your bosses had assigned you to tonight's game and hooked you up with two court-side tickets for you and a guest, along with the camera crew.

you of course had to invite your best friend to go with you.

you stepped outside the building and watched as her car pulled up outside.

"ugh i can't believe i get to see caitlin clark up close" devon squealed as you got yourself situated in the car. "ugh be calm, you literally have a boyfriend." you joked. "okay and?" she laughed as she drove off.

once you were at the stadium, you and devon met at with your crew as you found your seats inside.

the game wasn't due to start for another fourty or so minutes but it was already packed inside.

you were glad women's basketball was finally getting the recognition it deserved after you and your mom had been fans of it almost your whole life. you even played a little bit in high school.

you and devon got snacks before sitting down and getting yourselves comfortable.

it didn't feel long until the players came out and the game was started. aliyah and hailey jump started the game before kk threw the ball back at paige.

the game was a close one and you made sure to follow it closely. throughout the game you did side interviews with other players and people attending the game, which was all just leading up to the end of game interviews.

it was the final quarter and you made sure to pay close attention.

it all came down to the last few seconds when paige threw the ball off caitlin's back to catch it again and land the ball in the net, giving uconn the winning score!

you and your crew sat up as you turned your reporter accent on "there you have it folks, uconn has won this round and will advance to the final game against south carolina. what an amazing job tonight by these wonderful ladies on both teams. win or lose, it was a great watch and i'm cheering for everyone's next move."

once you were sure the cameras were off you turned around to devon and threw your hands in the air.

"bitch i told you! i tolddd you paige had this game" you squealed. "ughhh you're so annoying why are you always right" she groaned.

a few minutes later you popped some mouthwash melts and fixed your makeup before you were to interview paige.

your hands were sweating like crazy. you never wanted to come off as an insane fan girl but you were obsessed with paige.

your cameraman followed you as you walked over to paige and she turned around. "hi" she smiled and shook your hand. "hi, are you ready?" you asked her. "yeah" she smiled. you gave your cameraman a thumbs up as he turned the camera on.

you turned to paige, who was already staring at you and you took a deep breath. you're usually never nervous to interview people but god the way she was looking at you.

her eyes were trained on yours and she had a little smirk on her face, her face was glistening from the tiring game she just played and she licked her lips waiting for you to ask your first question.

you cleared your throat "i'm here with paige bueckers, who just made the winning move in the highly anticipated iowa versus uconn game! tell me paige, how did it feel to take the winning shot?" you turned the microphone to her.

she rubbed her chin "ah it was really nerve racking to be honest i mean. i could feel my team counting on me and i knew i really had to pull through and get us out on top" she answered, eyes focusing back on you.

"yeah but that was a tough shot wasn't it?" you watched her eyes drop down to scan you before meeting yours again. "yeah but i knew i could make it in for sure"

"right, bueckers get buckets i don't know what to tell y'all" you joked to the camera. paige laughed.

"yeah for sure but i really owe it all to my team" she continued before kk came up behind her. "yupppppp WE GOING TO THE TITLE GAME" she threw her arms around you and paige and the threw of you jumped in excitement before running to find her other teammates.

you laughed it off before continuing for the camera "well there you have it, paige it was lovely to talk to you. congratulations on the winning game! make sure those of you at home tune in to the final game taking place in just a few days." you signed off the camera before your crew stopped filming.

you turned to paige and dropped the reporter voice. "it was nice to meet you by the way" you smiled. "i could say the same" her eyes never left yours and you bit your cheek to hide a smile.

"well i should let you go celebrate, congratulations, have a good night!" you said, beginning to walk away.

"bye it was nice to meet you" she said before you fully walked away.

you walked over to devon who was waiting on the side. "i know damn well your heart is racing"

"shut up" you smirked.

#nia writes ࿐ #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #paige buckets #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #nika muhl #kk arnold #bueckers get buckets

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for an anon; a fake cryptid and a real romantic.

“I think I’m gonna try making him a ruby and do that in a trilliant cut,” Superboy says decisively, which isn’t necessarily much progress towards “normal” friend-making but again, Clark doesn’t want to discourage either a hobby or a creative outlet for the kid. Or just literally anything that isn’t about being a superhero, even if the trilliant cut resembling the S-shield and making friends with a vigilante are only sort of “not about being a superhero”. 

Look, the kid’s six months old and was educated by ethically bankrupt scientists and absolutely exhausted grad student interns, absolutely none of whom had either normal childhoods or an interest in instilling any semblance of “normal” in their cloned Superman’s head. Clark’s not going to be picky here, he’s just gonna meet him where he’s at and go from there. 

Superboy has some unfortunate difficulties understanding the difference between celebrity attention versus genuine admiration and things like that, and also an unfortunate tendency towards causing a lot of unnecessary property damage and jumping to conclusions and temper issues, but he tries, and he clearly does think about things. There’s just a lot to figure out in the world, and he’s had to do it in speed-run mode and while being an active superhero. 

Really, Clark thinks the kid’s doing a lot better as a superhero than he would’ve done at his “age”, and he’d actually been that “age”. Superboy is frankly just about the best-case scenario that could’ve come out of a situation like Cadmus and also mercifully only seems to be minimally traumatized by the sorry excuse for a “childhood” he was provided, so . . .

“That sounds nice,” Clark says, smiling at him. “I’m sure you’ll do a good job with it.” 

“I’m gonna do a good job with it if it fucking kills me,” Superboy says, looking determined, which seems like a lot of intensity to put into making a gift for a friend, but again: six months old and educated by ethically bankrupt scientists. Clark is going to stick with the “meeting him where he’s at” approach. 

“Just do your best to start, maybe,” he says wryly, reaching over to pat the kid’s shoulder. Superboy grins at him, his expression turning pleased. 

“I will!” he says. “Wanna see some of the test ones?” 

“Sure,” Clark says, figuring Superboy will just–

Nope, no, Superboy just immediately stuck both hands into his jacket pockets and came up with two big fistfuls of a good dozen high-quality diamonds done in trilliant cuts. Very large diamonds. 

Heavens to Betsy, Clark thinks a little faintly. That is . . . that is so many diamonds for Superboy to just have in his pockets. They weren’t even zipped shut! They weren’t even buttoned! 

Superboy lays his series of diamonds all out in neat little rows on the ledge, because there are enough of them to require multiple rows, and then reaches back into his pockets for a few more, because of course there are more. Clark continues to feel vaguely faint and has absolutely no idea how to point out how much money this is. Even at lab diamond rates, this is so much money. Just–so much. 

At this point in his life Clark has seen entire planets made of diamond, mind, but he still grew up in smalltown Kansas as a farm kid, so there’s something about seeing quite this many virtually flawless ones just laid out on a Metropolis rooftop the same way he would’ve shown off his POG collection to his friends as a kid. Even the damn cuts are just shy of perfect. 

Well, at least Superboy’s enjoying his first hobby, he supposes. But also, Jesus H. Christ.

“They look good, kid,” Clark says, smiling at him encouragingly. No need to take the wind out of his sails, obviously. Though seeing them now, it does occur to him to wonder–“Where did you get the tools?” 

They must be good ones, because honestly he really wasn’t expecting results this good–or even half this good–from a six month-old teenager. Superboy could definitely ruin De Beers’s day with those.

Or their industry, again. 

. . . well, it is De Beers, so . . . 

“Oh, I don’t have any,” Superboy says, shaking his head. “I just use my TTK.” 

Clark . . . pauses, for a moment. 

Clark pauses for a long moment. 

“Tactile telekinesis can cut diamond?” he asks carefully. “This precisely?” 

“Yeah!” Superboy beams proudly at him. “Cool, right?” 

Clark looks very, very closely at the diamonds. The cuts on them are practically atom-sharp. 

Alright then, he thinks to himself even more carefully.

#anonymous #wip: a fake cryptid and a real romantic #long post

[fruitbasketball]

lol Caitlin has used her platform to shine a light on all the black women who pioneered the sport, and actually done so by name, unlike Paige who made a vague statement one time and has never spoken up again

and idk where you get she’s entitled, it seems like all she’s ever wanted to do is win a championship which is what every player in college wants to do. she doesn’t seem remotely concerned with personal accolades, unlike other programs overly concerned with their player being NPOY despite not actually earning it

oh rightttt like that time they asked her on national television if race played a factor in the media’s treatment of her versus their treatment of angel reese and she… didn’t answer the question, right?

or the time that sheryl swoopes (one of those black women who pioneered the sport) was being attacked by her fans, and caitlin blocked everyone on twitter reminding her that her fans are racist? she did a great job shining a light on black women then!

i just feel like we watched different espys speeches, because i remember a 19 year old paige bueckers getting on national television, recognizing that she’s a white woman in a black led sport, and NAME DROPPING black women who deserved/deserve media attention, like maya moore and odyssey alexander, as well as speaking out against police brutality by mentioning breonna taylor.

and maybe we’re a little new to this and we don’t know ball, but if you’ve been following women’s college basketball for the past 4 years, you would know that instance is not a one off, because paige has been speaking out for the black community for years.

what y’all aren’t realizing is that racism is not just calling her teammates slurs or saying she hates black people or shit like that - it’s a refusal to acknowledge that racism exists in the first place.

and don��t play fucking dumb. by entitled i mean the whole “im caitlin clark give me that whistle”. fuck outta here w that ‘npoy but hasn’t earned it’. lisa bluder consistently touts that she has “the best player in the country” or “in the world”. i know that’s a dig at geno, so let’s get one thing fucking straight: paige is the best player in america. and when you have 11 fucking rings, you have every right to get up on a presser and say that. you might not think so, because your very narrow minded view of the game probably cleared the rest of the stat sheet except for points. paige came back from a fucking acl tear and she’s still a first team all american, and she’s a wade and naismith trophy finalist. she fills the stat sheet in every single thing except turnovers and personal fouls, and she does it on ridiculous efficiency. she makes her teammates better, and dawn staley herself has said she’s the most elite player to ever play the game.

do not piss me off with this bullshit

#wbb #wcbb #uconn wbb #uconn #uconn huskies #paige bueckers #caitlin clark #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #ask

[the-froschamethyst4]

Jealous, Jealous, Jealous

𖤐Pairing: Soap x Colonel! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy, kissing, licking, fingering, eating out, some mentions of violence, some use of codenames, age gap (10 years), flirting,

𖤐Summary: John Soap MacTavish always got on Y/n's nerves, Y/n and Soap couldn't STAND each other. But Soap gets a little bit jealous when he sees a new recruit messing and trying to get close with Y/n, and what happens when Soap expressions himself to Y/n and the next time that recruit sees a mark left by Soap MacTavish

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5AM

John Soap MacTavish, sat in mess hall with his friends Ghost, Price, Gaz, Roach and Alex. They laughed and joked around with each other a lot you would think they were being serious.

Example Price called Soap a barracks bunny as a joke and some people thought he was being so serious and lied saying he saw Soap coming out of Ghost's room one night when really that wasn't the case, Soap had lost a bet with Ghost and needed to go give Ghost his money.

Soap rolls his eyes at Price calling Soap a passenger princess because he never drove.

"Nah, nah, the passenger princess is Colonel Y/n. I've NEVER seen that woman behind the wheel of any vehicle since she's been in the military," Soap said, taking a sip from his water and placing it back down on the table.

"Funny because I've never seen you behind the wheel, Sargent MacTavish," Y/n said as she stepped foot into the mess hall, the guys jumped hearing Y/n, but all just turned away when she was talking to Soap.

"Ohhh~" The guys said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Soap threatened them.

"Price, I need to see you in my office at once," Y/n said before walking out of the mess hall.

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Price opened Y/n's office door and saw a new recruit sitting in her office.

"Who's this?" Price asked.

"Our new recruit, Private Samuel Hawk Clarke."

"Hawk?"

"My father was a Sergent Major Andrew Hawk Clarke," Samuel said, standing up and saluting to Price.

"Ah, he's bit of a legend here. I'm Captain John Price," Price said saluting to Hawk too.

"Come, I'll show you around-"

"Ah, we both are, Captain, don't get too ahead of yourself," she said as she stood up and walked with Price and Hawk.

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Soap and Ghost were doing some training. Ghost was throwing punches at Soap who dodged them and threw some punches back at him.

Ghost grabbed Soap's wrist and threw Soap over his shoulder and onto the ground.

"Focus, Soap," Ghost said, picking Soap up on his feet.

"I'm trying."

"What's on your mind?" Ghost asked as he threw a punch at Soap again.

"Nothing."

"Something."

Soap threw a punch, but Ghost brought his arms up and blocked Soap's punches.

"Do you think, Colonel Y/n has a partner?" Soap asked and Ghost stopped taking deep breaths and put his hands on the back of his head.

"The fuck are you on about, Soap?"

"See, it's nothing. Come on let's just keep going."

"No, no, no, now you brought it up, why would you think that?" He asked, grabbing his water bottle.

"Because...I don't know," Soap said.

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Y/n, Price and Hawk came around the corner and saw the training room. Soap saw Y/n come into the training room.

"Price, care to show the new recruit the some moves?" Y/n said.

"Sure. GHOST!" Price yelled. Ghost and Soap stopped their training session. Soap was taking a breather as Price and Ghost started to throw punches at each other.

Soap grabbed his water bottle and looked at Y/n and Hawk, who talked and laughed with each other.

Something was burning inside of Soap seeing Hawk making Y/n laugh. He's never made Y/n laugh before, he's only made her mad at him or look pissed at him.

Soap just wanted her to smile at him like Hawk is doing. Is it because he's young? Closer to Y/n's age? Or is it because he's new and she's trying to be nice versus Soap? So many thoughts ran through his head, but he shook them out, why is he worried about, Y/n? She's an adult and can DEFINITELY handle herself.

"Soap, get back to training," Price said, tapping Soap on the shoulder, he looked at Price then back at Y/n who raised his eyebrows at him as a 'you heard the man'.

Soap scoffed and went back to training with Ghost.

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Y/n sat in her desk going through all the paperwork on some new recruits coming in soon. She got up and was walking around her office looking at some of the paperwork.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Y/n turned to her door before yelling 'come in' and the door opened revealing Hawk.

"Hawk, how was the first day?"

"Good, I wanted to come a give you these," Hawk gave Y/n some wildflower's, it was kind of weird for Y/n, no one has given her flowers before, so she was a little confused.

"Aw~ thanks," she kind of questioned on why he did this. "Why?"

"Because you're nice and I thought maybe we had a good conversation at the training room."

That conversation was about when Samuel's father being in the Military and Samuel's father was kind of Y/n's mentor to lead her to becoming Colonel.

"Oh right, thank you, again," she said, smelling the flowers and placing them on her bookshelf.

KNOCK KNOCK

Y/n didn't even say 'come in' before her door opened and revealed Soap. Y/n's face changed from a smiling face to a disappointed face.

"Did I say you can come in, Soap?"

"No, but I need to talk to you...alone," he said, hinting for Hawk to leave.

"Oh yeah, I can go, see ya, tomorrow, Colonel."

"Of course," she smiled as he left, and she looked at Soap. "What the hell do you want, Soap?"

"Are you married?"

"What!? WHY THE HELL WOULD THAT BE YOUR BUSINESS, SOAP MACTAVISH!!"

"Because you're too buddy-buddy with the new recruit."

"So? I'm just being nice-"

"But you're a bitch to me-"

"EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME!! HOW DARE YOU CALL A SUPORIOR A BITCH, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUCKED UP MAKES YOU FOR SAYING THAT!!?"

"I'm sorry-"

"NO, THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT! IF YOU WERE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE JOHN MACTAVISH!!" Y/n yelled as she slammed her hand on her desk. Soap has never seen Y/n this mad before, but it was his fault, he did just call her a bitch.

"Colonel-"

"OUT!"

Soap didn't leave, it was almost like taunting Y/n in a way. She came out from behind her desk and grabbed Soap's collar of his shirt.

"GET THE FUCK OUT-" Y/n was cut off by Soap's lips smashing on hers. She was caught off guard by his act.

She pushes herself off of Soap, but he held her close again and kept kissing her lips. Soap opened his eyes to see if she was enjoying it, but she was punching his chest to let her go and he did when he saw she wasn't enjoying it.

"I'm-"

"Fucking save it, Soap. Get out and this...this will never happen again," Y/n said as Soap finally left.

As Soap left Y/n's office. Y/n held her mouth after kissing Soap's lips. She could feel her face was hot and burning from blush running on her cheeks.

"Why the fuck, would he do that?" She whispered under her breath. "That's fucking embarrassing," she mumbled again.

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Soap fell on his back on his bed and looked up at his ceiling and smack his hands on his face feeling embarrassed that he just kissed his Colonel. But it was because he was feeling jealous of Hawk and Y/n talking and laughing with each other.

"I'm such a bad fucking person," Soap mumbled.

"Why?" His roommate asked from his bed.

"Nothing," he said. He didn't want to talk about kissing someone who is his superior.

Soap closed his eyes and was about to sleep. But there was a knock on his door, he got up and opened it seeing.

"Y/n? Why are you-"

"Come with me," she said, walking away and Soap followed close behind her.

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Y/n sat on her desk as Soap shut the door behind him. He walked towards her and looked down at her.

"Colonel-"

"I want you to kiss me again."

"What? Why?"

"Because...I was enjoying it, but I wanted it to stop before anything could happen but...I wanted something to happen, I just-" she was cut off again by Soap's lips on hers again, she closed her eyes, and her hands cupped his face.

Soap was starting to remove his shirt and his hands went up her shirt pulling it over her head and tossed it somewhere in her office, his left hand went behind her back and unhooked her bra with one hand and his hands also started to unbuckle her pants. He pulled them off her legs leaving her in her black panties.

He brought her legs on his waist pulling her the edge of her desk and his lips kissed her neck and she let out a soft moan, he felt honored that she was making her moan. His hands were rough, calloused and cold on her body.

Her nipples hardened from being so cold on her body, he could feel them against his chest and chuckled. He leaned down close to her chest and started to lick her right nipple and his left hand rolled her nipples between his fingers, earning yet a soft moan from her.

"Ah! Ah! W-Wait," he looked up at her.

"Should I stop?" He asked, rolling her nipple again.

"N-No, but ah! Ah!" He smirked and kept licking her nipples and his left hand slowly moved down to her panties. He pushed aside the panties and slowly pushed in his fingers.

Y/n looked down at his fingers moving in and out of her, her head went back. Soap's mouth left her nipple and moved down with his fingers still pushing in and out of her.

He licked his lips and kissed her bud and licking between her folds. He then moved his fingers from inside of her and pulled her panties down till they were completely off her body.

His tongue went back to licking between her folds, he then started to suck on her clit and his tongue started to push in and out of her. She moaned and her hand went to the back of his head wanting him to keep going faster and stay at her clit so she could cum.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n!"

"Price," she moans.

Soap stopped and they both scabbled to get their clothes on. Y/n got her clothes back on and sat on her chair, Soap was under her desk and pulled her pants and panties back off.

"Soap-"

"Can I come in?" Price asked.

"Come in," Y/n smacked Soap's hands away but he put his mouth back on her clit. She moaned but quickly stopped when Price walked in.

"What?" She moans.

"Wanted to talk about, Hawk."

"Like?" She squeezed her mouth shut as her hand went back to the back of Soap's head.

"He was top of the academy," Price was talking but Y/n wasn't listening, she was too focused on Soap's mouth making her feel good. His fingers went inside of her as he was also eating her out, she wanted to moan at the top of her lungs, but she couldn't.

"R-Right...I understand," she told Price.

Soap smirked and could tell she was close to coming. He felt her squeeze around his tongue. She let out a breathy moan and Price was confused.

"Everything good?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just...tired..." she lied. Soap was under her licking her cum off her lower half.

"Right. I'll leave you be and get some sleep."

"Thanks, Price. See you tomorrow," she said as Price walked out and Soap came out from under her desk.

"You did so well," he said.

"Never...do that again," she said as Soap just smirked and kissed her lips.

"Do what again? Kiss you? Finger you? Or fuck you?" He teased.

"You know, I don't need to explain it to you, fuck boy."

"Fuck boy? Is that how we're playing it now? Okay." He smirks.

"What? What will you do?"

"You know," he goes back under her desk and kissed her clit and went back to eating her out.

"Ah!" She moans.

"But," he pulls away earning a groan from her. "You don't deserve round two, only just one round...suffer, baby girl."

"Fuck off, Soap."

"Never..." He smirks before kissing her lips again. "I have to get going, but I'll see you tomorrow."

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #john soap mctavish x you #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap mctavish #soap cod #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish #soap call of duty

[frownyalfred]

Hey howdy! I'm working on a project about superhero omegaverse statistics and wondering how you designate someone an alpha vs omega, etc. In your fics you have a wide range of characters' dynamics and interactions with their secondary genders. It is very cool!

Some prompts: How influenced are you by who you're planning to pair them with, vs their individual attributes? Would you say a character's visual appearance/suit affects how you perceive them? What is the defining trait you look to when figuring out whether someone will be an alpha? How does masculinity vs femininity play a role in your choices? What do you like best about the omegaverse?

Anyway, I'd love to hear your thoughts, but no pressure to reply if you don't want to! Ive attached two graphs here for some context: one looking at Bruce's categorization, and the other looking at the link between suit colours & masculinity & secondary genders.

What a fascinating project!! Thank you for asking me.

How influenced are you by who you're planning to pair them with, vs their individual attributes? Generally I choose the dynamic from attributes and write the pairings from there. The obvious exception is superbat, which is an interesting one for me. I love writing almost exclusive Omega!Bruce/Alpha!Clark but I actually read a ton of Alpha/Alpha superbat, as well as Omega!Clark.

For example, Lex in ASOH was always an omega in my mind, regardless of any plans to pair him off at a later date. I've found that both Clark and Bruce share attributes that make them both interesting and complicated alphas or omegas. A lot of them are tied up in their perceptions of themselves, as well as the public's perception of their identities/secret identities. I will say that Bruce's public Brucie persona and his Batman persona lend themselves very well to the duality of what the public assumes omegas are, versus what omegas want to be -- or can be. I also think his bonds with family/pack lose a bit of complexity when they're reduced to him being a possessive or strict alpha over a pack.

Would you say a character's visual appearance/suit affects how you perceive them? Sometimes! I think the tendency to slap an alpha label on all big, bulky guys is funny, because in ASOH I've been doing almost entirely the opposite -- all of the big bulky guys (except Clark) are omegas! I like flipping those long-standing fic tropes on their heads.

But yes, I am no exception to this trend either. I think the more interesting question is, is this trend exclusive to alpha/omega dynamics? Or do we also classify betas this way too? Dick is a beta in several batfam fics I've read -- is this just because he's a little smaller/slimmer than Jason, etc? Or is it because of characteristics he holds that we attribute to betas (calm, reassuring, playing peacekeeper, etc)?

What is the defining trait you look to when figuring out whether someone will be an alpha? I'm not sure there's just one. I think most characters can be written convincingly as different kinds of alphas. But generally, presence is one trait that comes to mind -- when they want to. if they want to -- are they able to take up a room with sheer aura alone? Do people look to them for advice and direction? Are they self-confident and strongly-motivated? Do you want to bop them on the head every now and then because they're being a little ridiculous?

How does masculinity vs femininity play a role in your choices? There's been a lot of dialogue in fandom and fanon about the feminization of certain characters in pairings because of/related to omegaverse. I try my best to challenge those longstanding trends or biases when I see them pop up in my work. One example of this is use of gender neutral words for omegas who are having pups -- I started using "carrier" instead of "mom/mama" because I think allowing male omegas to retain their masculinity in pregnancy is important (if desired). Otherwise we reduce child carrying to something inherently feminine, which, especially in the omegaverse, is simply untrue.

What do you like best about the omegaverse? It's a great way to challenge ideas about gender in new and interesting scenarios. With the inclusion of instincts and heats/ruts, there's also a lot of forced proximity and decisions made under shades of duress. There's a lot of space there to explore sexuality and the socialization of genders IRL and in universe. How much of what we do truly is instinctual or biological? How much of it is simply how we were raised/raise our own children? Is reproduction truly the end all be all of a person? What happens when we buck society's expectations and forge our own path forward? How can we better foster non-sexual relationships and bonds between family and friends?

#asks #anon #a/b/o mention #a/b/o tw #mpreg mention #mpreg tw #myfic #theresurrectionist #a sky of honey #pack dynamics #amazing ask #hope this was at least a little helpful!

[sergeifyodorov]

ok im so new to hockey and ive been getting into leafs and theres just one thing i do not get at all 😭 which is.. is mitchy bad? ive seen people say that he is inconsistent (how long has he been inconsistent?) but ive also seen a LOT of dudebros hockey enthusiasts who say he’s bad and lazy and passes blame and want him to change lines or whatever so i dont really know???

mitch is.... very good actually

let's start with current leafs records: active leader in points, assists, shorthanded goals. franchise leader in empty net goals.

also worth noting Wikipedia updates these stats after every season versus every game; mitch now has upwards of 600 points, and is the second-fastest leaf to 600, ever (he held the record for fastest for about 2 weeks -- auston beat him just after)

he also has the leafs' longest point streak -- 23 games

this is the general leafs leaderboard:

someone appears on that list three times, and it isn't our chosen one am34! (again, this was just up until the end of last season)

Even beyond counting stats, he's still consistently one of the best Leafs around, because he plays defence, is one of the best passers in the league, and penalty-kills. Here's HockeyViz' breakdown of him:

Those two images aren't aligned super well, but we're looking at the sG column on the far right, which is HockeyViz's "overall merit" metric. Here are stars of similar value:

(Obviously, this one guy's metric is not the be-all end-all. But i find it a helpful guideline comparison to similar players -- essentially, Mitch is a one-tick-below superstar, in the tier below your Pastrnaks, M Tkachuks. (who are themselves the tier below Matthews/MacKinnon/Kucherov) "Bad" is a very funny word to use for these players. Bad comparable to McDavid, as if literally everyone else isn't.)

the People Hate Mitch thing is because of this entire personality construct they've developed around him -- he had really tough contract negotiations and signed for "more than he was worth" (aka a reasonable number given expectations of cap rising that did Not take into account a global pandemic coming into effect within a couple years), and the leafs' lack of playoff success (despite the fact that he is the Leafs' active playoff points leader). He's also not super well media trained and never seems to say the right words the right way, even if the obvious sentiment is there, and people who already want to hate on him just take it as further fodder for their complex.

Add that to the "concerns" about his relatively small frame that have been around forever and the ongoing Wendel Clark complex Toronto fans seem to have (ability and/or willingness to drop the gloves = grit = value) and you have a recipe for people that Hate Him For No Reason.

He is absolutely having an off year this year, and I don't know if he's got some nagging injury or whatever, but even in his off year he's one of the best Leafs.

I also think this is partly because of the underrating of Auston Matthews in comparison -- he's a generational goalscoring talent! He's a top three player in the league and he isn't number three! -- that Mitch is deemed "bad," because he's not quite as good as AM34 and we have determined that that means he's somehow Terrible. Sigh.

#asks #mitch marner #they hate to see a man full of joy and whimsy winning... #also INCONSISENT LMAO he is one of the Most consistent leafs actually KSJDFHKSJDFHSKJDFHKSDJFH #(im not poking fun at you im poking fun at that idea i promise) #anyway people are WEIRDLY invested in hating him and because of this they'll make shit up like 'Marner is bad' #or 'Mitch Marner has a shoot-first mentality'

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JUST ABSOLUTELY LOST MY GODDAMNED MIND ABOUT ALL OF THIS. For one, it's a little stunning to see it so clearly confirmed that Tim had romantic feelings for Conner, that the series may not have said it in those specific words, but that is very much exactly what was being said here. When I first read through this, I wondered if they were trying to walk a fine line of, well, we can't just say that Robin was in love with Superboy, but you can make it clear through context, but there's something else interesting going on here--that Tim doesn't say much of anything directly to Conner himself. Bart and Cassie both seem to know more than Conner does, they both seem to get Tim to open up to them a little bit more than Conner does. He doesn't want to talk about what "phase" he's going through when Conner's there, he doesn't actually say, "I was in love with you!" when they have their big fight, despite that even Bart's like, "You two only care about each other!", despite that it's very directly clear that Tim knows what he felt back then and why he kissed Cassie. There's a bunch of things going on in this series (the trauma that these kids are still dealing with, Cassie's issues with the team, Bart feeling like he's treated as nothing but comedic relief, the villain trying to put them all back in the boxes they were in during that time, despite not understanding who they really were, the meta commentary on how fans hate new characters/heroes and praise the old days, etc.) but specifically, Kon's trauma at having died and feeling like it didn't matter, everyone just sort of moved on and he doesn't really know where to go from here, versus Tim's still digging himself out of the absolute wreck that Conner's death left him with, that it genuinely destroyed him, that he felt dead without Conner, but that he became who he was today because of how all of them affected each other, that thinking of Conner brought him back, too. But he never says it explicitly to Conner. He never says, "I was in love with you." He won't even say that he's dating a guy now, he just slides right past that, when Conner's in the room. Conner does seem to pick up on that by the end--when the various new characters are shown by the villain, Tim sees Bernard and says his name, there's a moment where Kon just looks at him and seems to understand, but it feels very much like, ohhhhh, Tim's feelings for Conner aren't necessarily over. Yeah, he's dating someone else, someone he genuinely loves, but if he can't even say the direct words to Conner, if he can't even say that he's dating a guy to Conner, that makes me really think Tim's feelings aren't as resolved as he might try to project. His emotional climax in this series is still about how Conner shaped the course of his life, his heart and his soul, that the series shows the sheer amount of history and impact they've had on each other--not always wholly good, as Bart points out that they get so wrapped up in each other, to the exclusion of the others, but that's just more fodder for the tremendous scope of their effect on each other--I just kept thinking, man, this is the kind of epic relationship fodder that I would expect from a pairing like Lois and Clark or something! Not just that feelings were there, but that those feelings entirely changed how the characters' hearts reacted. It's still kind of a novelty to get any kind of confirmation that Tim was in love with Conner, that there's hints those feelings aren't gone, but also just how big their dynamic really is and how they really do feel like one of those supercouples that have an epic story to tell.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #tim drake #conner kent #timkon #dark crisis: young justice #long post

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My Borrowed Son | 14 | Parker's Place

Chapter Fourteen | Parker’s Place

For the past three years, Parker had been a completely virtual student on a medical conditional pass signed off on by his pediatrician and his mom.

His first day of school was a terrifying one. Parker’s mom had set up a special classroom area with a camera for him to be seen as well as a computer for him to watch the lectures on. Perhaps it was because it was a private school versus a public school, but Parker felt like he was just like any other student.

Mr. William Tamplin was a great teacher and he always made sure everyone was seen and heard if they had questions. He was a curious man with black rimmed glasses that reminded Parker of the ones Clark Kent would wear. He had sandy blond-brown hair, like Parker, but he had pale blue eyes like glacier ice. He was a young teacher, but he knew the answer to everything, even though he usually taught English.

Parker’s other teachers were nice, but they weren’t the same as Mr. Tamplin.

On that first day, Mr. Tamplin had Parker introduce himself and talk a little about what he liked and what he wanted to learn. All of the other teachers had Parker do the same thing as the camera and screen that represented him was shown to the class.

Parker had never seen so many children his age before, and he was both excited and terrified. When he was in Mr. Tamplin’s class, however, he felt safe, especially when it came to questions about why Parker couldn’t come to class. That was another thing Parker liked about Mr. Tamplin. He, unlike the other teachers, didn’t request that Parker explain anything about his condition.

Parker and his mom went over the details in depth every day to make sure Parker didn’t say too much. For whatever reason, Parker’s mom seemed uneasy about Parker sharing the name of his condition and details about it. It was weird, but the small child figured that it was such a rare condition that not much was known about it and that he wouldn’t be able to answer the questions he would receive.

“So, Parker, if anyone asks…”

“I know, mom. I just say that I have a special medical condition that is still being explored. It’s not contagious, but it just makes me a little fragile, so I have to stay put at home until we find a better solution,” recited Parker.

It was the same thing he told everyone in his classes and to his teachers.

There were a few who asked further questions when he was in private group study sessions or if they had free chat time and one of the kids came up and decided to talk to Parker, but Parker’s responses were always the same, and so the topics were changed.

Through his fall and spring of his first year, Parker made several friends. There was Bailey, a black haired girl who loved to draw, and Billie, a kid who couldn’t hold still to save his life. The three of them were fast friends because of their love of the same cartoons and, with Amanda’s permission, the three of them had phone calls and video chats outside of school hours.

Neither of them seemed interested in Parker’s condition and, for them, it was cool having a virtual friend. Sometimes, they even called Parker “the spaceman,” pretending he was in some kind of protected facility that was doing research on Mars or whatever.

In the end, it didn’t matter. They had continued to be friends all through his classes, even as he excelled in nearly all of his subjects and jumped grades. Parker was good at making friends and learned quickly how to socialize without bringing up his special circumstances and condition.

Now, for the first time, he was getting an actual birthday party.

True, it was still virtual for all of his friends to log in, but it was going to be the greatest thing ever!

“Hey, mom? I know it’s a little early, but could I go ahead and log into Discord?” asked Parker as he tapped on the mouse. He was so close, tantalizingly so, to spending a great afternoon with his friends. The mouse danced across the screen over the camera image, highlighting it every time it traced over the icon.

Amanda approached and looked at the camera and its placement in Parker’s room. It looked like everything was set up to avoid showing too much about him and his room. The thought of someone seeing Parker for the size he was felt close – too close, but she wanted to give Parker this birthday.

He was thirteen after all.

She thought of the gifts she had prepared for him and hoped she was doing the right thing with it.

Years passed and now he was officially a teenager.

The time really had gone by so fast.

“Sure,” she replied after a moment. “I don’t see why not. If you have any problems with the program or camera, just let me know. And remember…”

“About my condition and what we talked about. I remember mom. Thanks!” Parker clicked on the camera icon so fast that it made Amanda’s head spin. She carefully tiptoed away and listened as Parker began calling out to his friends.

The moment his mom gave the go-ahead, Parker saw that Billie and Bailey were already online and ready for him. He eagerly entered the “Parker’s Party” channel he created and watched as his friends’ faces flickered onto the screen.

“Hey spaceman!” greeted Billie. He leaned forward so his nose was blown out of proportion. The grin he had on his face was absolutely priceless.

“Sup man! How’ve you been?” asked Parker as he leaned back in his chair and stared at the camera at his friends.

“Hey! What about me?” asked Bailey. She was dressed in a pretty pink dress and folded her arms in a full body pout.

“Hey there to you too Bailey,” Parker said with a wave. “You guys are the first online. Any word from Spencer or Selina?”

“No, not yet.” Billie’s connection garbled his response but cleared up shortly after. “But you know them. Twins dude. They’ll be online together or never.”

“I hear ya on that,” Parker replied. Just then, Spencer and Selina’s icons popped into the chat followed shortly by ten other friends Parker invited.

The chat and the cameras were filled with cheering and kids talking over one another, creating jumbled connections and amusing breaks in conversation. Games began of Among Us, Speed Racer, and a few other odd ones that Parker was able to access on his device.

After games and other discussions of the fun, nerdy things they were watching or reading, they took a break to sing happy birthday and open the cards they all made for Parker. Because of his condition, Parker requested that his friends make cards for him that they could send to him later.

They were all hilarious.

Parker was rolling on the ground laughing, as was everyone else, and they decided to have an impromptu competition for whose card was the best.

Selina won, naturally. Her sketching abilities were unparalleled, and her use of humor was worthy of the Sunday funnies. The image was Parker in a spacesuit hovering over planets with Mars in the background. It looked like he was outside of some big space station and the caption read, “Comet me, bro!” and underneath read, “I wanted to have a space-themed birthday party, but there was no one to planet. Happy Birthday Parker!” What really caught Parker’s eye was the little heart next to Selina’s name.

“Wow, Selina. That one is fantastic,” Parker complemented.

“Awww! Thanks Parker! Thanks guys!” said Selina with a wink. For whatever reason, Parker felt his heart flutter and his insides flip when he was Selina staring directly into the camera right at him. It was like she was right there looking into his eyes. “Only the best for my bestie.”

“What!” Billie roared. “He’s my bestie!”

“Uh, I talked to him first, so he’s my bestie,” retorted Bailey.

“Can’t you all be my besties?” asked Parker, recovering

Hours passed and, eventually, everyone was called away for dinner or some other activity. Parker waved his hand and wished his friends a great day, and all wished him a happy birthday.

Finally, it was just Bailey and Selina left.

“Well, Parker, I hope you had a great birthday,” said Bailey. “And don’t worry! I’ll be sending you my card A.S.A.P!”

“Yeah, same here,” chimed in Selina. The look the two of them gave one another made Parker’s hair stand on end. It was like there was some unspoken rivalry between the two of them that, for one reason or another, involved him. Parker wasn’t sure really what was going on, but he didn’t want to get in the middle of it.

There was that instinct in him to back away slowly and hide under something big and tall, but Parker held his ground and swallowed his apprehension, addressing his friends

“Well, I can’t wait to get them,” said Parker. He stared into the faces of his friends for a little while longer before Bailey’s mom could be heard in the background calling for her. She huffed dramatically and leaned forward.

“You’ll be getting mine first, so message me as soon as you get it, okay? Talk to you soon Parker! Bye!” said Bailey as she disconnected. Parker looked back at Selina, now realizing she was staring right at him. Her cheeks were a little rosy and the light hit her eyes in a way that made Parker’s insides flip.

He swallowed dryly, but Selina spoke first.

“I’ll be sending mine first, but I wanted to ask if it’s okay if I post it on my Tumblr account before I do. I wanted it to just be for you, but it would be good for my portfolio. I’m applying to the Visual Arts program and want to get some traction,” Selina requested. Parker nodded, but a curiosity tugged at his mind.

“Sure, I don’t have a problem with that, but what’s Tumblr?” asked Parker.

“What? I’m surprised you don’t have one for your writing and everything,” Selina replied. “It’s just a place online for you to submit your stories, poetry, art, and all of that stuff. You should totally make one! I’ll be your first follower!”

Parker hadn’t really thought about publishing his scribblings. Mr. Tamplin was always complementary of his work, encouraging him to do more, and his other writing teachers and tutors said he had a gift for the written word.

Maybe it was worth a shot.

At the very least, it would give him a chance to make more friends.

“Sure. I mean, I have to double check with my mom and everything, but I’ll send you the link if I get one. Sound good?”

“Great! Well, I’ll talk to you soon! Bye Parker!”

The connection was cut and, once again, Parker was left alone in his room, his camera being the only one facing him. He stared at the lens and at his own reflection in the shaped glass. He wasn’t sure why, but it made him feel the slightest bit lonely.

Despite having friends and being online with them for hours, it didn’t change the fact that he was still completely and utterly alone.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.”

Parker turned around to see his mom approaching with a cake with two tiny candles labeled “1” and “3” on top. It was his favorite, a strawberry cake, and he stepped out of his room to the bedside table to greet her.

“Thanks, mom,” smiled Parker as he gazed up at her. She balanced his cake, which was about as big as his torso, on the tips of her fingers as she smiled at him.

“You’re so welcome,” she said, her adoration clearly audible. “Now, you know the rule. Take a big breath and make a wish.”

She held up her phone camera and hit record. Parker took a few deep breaths, unsure of what to wish for, and stared at the melting wax as it dripped down the edge of the candle.

What did he want?

What was his desire?

He had friends and time at school. He had technology and knick knacks as well as all of the books he could possibly want.

The only thing he would really want was to actually go outside and play with his friends, but that wasn’t possible. It was too dangerous for him, as his mother explained on numerous occasions.

Parker knew the wax wasn’t dripping any slower so, without a wish ready and writing himself a rain check, he blew out the candles.

“Yay! Happy birthday, sweetie,” Amanda said as she set Parker’s cake over onto the small table she brought with her. “Now, do you want cake or presents first?” Parker knew the answer already and, leaving his momentary sadness behind, he decided to enjoy the day rather than be brought down.

“Presents please,” he said as he stepped onto his mom’s awaiting hand. His mom’s smile broadened.

“I hoped you would say that. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to start with the biggest one first. Otherwise, the others aren’t going to make sense,” said Amanda. She carefully stood and walked out of the bedroom and toward her office.

Parker leaned forward to look down over the edge of his mom’s hand at the vast distance below him. Something about the height was enticing and thrilling to him. It made his mom anxious anytime he was near the edge, but something inside him said that he could fall and be fine.

“Okay, I really hope you like it, but do not feel pressured into liking it,” said his mom. Parker felt confused as he looked away from the ground and toward the table by the side of the room. Immediately, his mind went blank as he looked at the thing on the table.

It was a miniature house.

It was made of pale blue panels and even had light brown shingles and white trim on the windows and doors. From what Parker could tell, there was nothing on the inside except for a few wrapped presents. It was three stories tall and had a little porch area with a gazebo.

He honestly wasn’t sure what to make of it until his mom asked, “Do… you like it?”

Parker, still unsure, gestured to the front door and his mom carefully set him down. The miniscule boy stepped up onto the porch, noticing how the steps were perfectly set for him. There was a wooden sign on the door that caught his attention immediately, adding to his swirling emotions.

“Parker’s Place”

He reached out and pushed the door open, noting the hinges were just like the ones on the big doors, just smaller.

When he entered the main area, he spotted a set of stairs on the left hand side as well as two entryways leading to two rooms. The rooms themselves were massive, to the point where Parker could run from one side to the other, spin around, and stretch without fear of hitting anything around him.

The outside world shifted as the house spun effortlessly around and the far wall opened up into two separate panels. His mom knelt down and watched him intently as he walked over to the right and into the kitchen. There was a box which had a bit of a hum to it and, when Parker opened it, the air was cold.

Parker, fascinated, turned on his heel and ran into the next room, seeing some old looking wallpaper and several large windows that led to the gazebo.

He needed to see more.

Adrenaline and curiosity fueled him as he sprinted up the stairs, each fitting him perfectly, as he found three new rooms with large windows all around. Still, there was another set of stairs. Parker glanced into the other rooms and found what looked like a miniature bathroom and what could be a bedroom before running upstairs to the top floors. Parker didn’t even mind that he ran past a stack of presents to continue his exploring.

There were two smaller rooms with a narrow entryway to get in, but it was still a massive space.

Now practically at eye-level with his mom, he turned around and looked into her eyes, his words finally manifesting.

“What… is this?”

“It’s a little house made for you,” she replied. Parker spun around in the space, mind still wrapping around the concept.

“For… people like me? But… how? Why?” Something felt odd about this place; like some kind of trap. Parker couldn’t explain the feeling, but something about this place didn’t quite feel right – like he didn’t quite belong there.

“Yes, something along those lines. Do you remember our conversation the other day about how you’re getting older and… things are going to be changing a bit?” asked his mom. Parker nodded vaguely while his mind processed how perfectly everything about this house fit him and why it didn’t feel right.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well, you’re getting older now and I think it’s time that you had a larger space to call your own,” said Amanda. “It’ll let you gain a little independence and give you a little more freedom and privacy. You can decorate everything how you’d like, and we can set up the hot and cold water and lights together if you want.”

Parker stared around at the vast space.

Except for his room, he had always been surrounded by things that were immense compared to him. His tablet. The books his mom borrowed from the library. The camera he used for class.

Everything was big…

And now it wasn’t.

Parker finally pinpointed the feeling swirling inside him that overrode the sensation of this place feeling like a weird trap.

Normal.

He had always felt normal, but now the world around him felt like it fit him.

“Parker?” His mom’s voice pulled him back to the moment. “Do… you like it? Remember, you can say no. I just tho-”

“I love it.”

Amanda couldn’t be more relieved. She had been holding her breath the entire time Parker explored the dollhouse she purchased online for him. It was a miracle he didn’t find it sooner, but thankfully she had only had it for a few days. Dragging the package through to her office while Parker was in class was her saving grace.

Now, seeing the smile spreading across his face, it made it all worth it.

Yes, she felt an immense guilt for buying a dollhouse when Parker obviously was a person but keeping him in a shoebox on her bedside table felt wrong now that he was officially a teenager.

“You really like it?” asked Amanda, her voice choking up as she looked into those thoughtful brown orbs belonging to her son.

“Yeah, this place is sweet! I mean, it kinda has a weird smell and will need some stuff, but I’ve got so many cool places to go now! I can have a library and book area over on the gazebo in that side room. Bedroom is above that. Upstairs here is the recording, writing, reading area. I get a kitchen and my own bathroom too?” Parker felt himself geeking out.

“Well, I’m thrilled you like it,” said his mom, wiping her eyes with the heel of her palm. “Anyway, your other presents are related to this place, so I hope you like them.”

Parker could barely contain himself.

He sprinted down the stairs, reveling in how they were perfectly sized just for him, and tore open the presents. Some of them were games he had wanted to buy and the others were gift cards. One gift card was from a place called “Tay Models” that really intrigued him.

“It’s an independent company that makes furniture and accessories for people like you,” replied Amanda. A pang of guilt hit her, but she disguised it behind a smile. Tay Models came up during a search for dollhouse accessories and furniture, but nothing on the website indicated that it was meant for toys and dolls that were Parker’s size.

It was the best solution she could come up with without telling Parker more about the condition she had fabricated to keep him – both of them – safe.

“No way!” Parker was overjoyed and eagerly leapt down out of the house and onto the table to hug his mom’s fingers. “Thanks mom! When can we start working on the water and motors and lights?”

Amanda swallowed hard and nodded. “Today, if you want.”

Parker beamed at her and nodded.

“Yes, please. And… momma… could I sleep in here tonight? Move some of my things in here?” asked Parker. The question made a lump form in Amanda’s throat. This would be the first time Parker would be sleeping in another place instead of right beside her.

It made Amanda feel hollow but also reassured at the same time. She knew it was probably unhealthy to have her son sleeping in the same room within arm’s length of her for the majority of his life, but only now did she feel like she could leave him to his own devices.

Parker was a trustworthy boy, and now he was going to be able to practice his independence at a safe distance.

“Of course, sweetie,” she replied as she turned her hand and Parker leapt on, ready for the next phase of his life.

The rest of the evening was eventful to say the least. Both Amanda and Parker had accidentally soaked themselves while getting the water running in both the kitchen and the bathroom, which was the essential if Parker was going to stay in Parker’s Place.

The two of them had dinner and cake while reading the manual on how to set up the electricity of the house but elected by unanimous vote to work on it tomorrow in favor of watching a double feature before bed.

Parker drifted off to sleep at one point through the movie, leaving his mom to carry him to bed, but woke just long enough to give his mom a kiss goodnight and tuck himself in under his blankets. He stared at the ceiling that, for once, didn’t tower above him.

Things were different, both weird and good, and Parker was excited for the things he was going to get to do with his place.

He drifted into a dream filled sleep of far off adventures and worlds beyond comprehension. When he woke, he hurriedly scribbled down his thoughts and what he remembered about the dream, realizing that it would be an amazing plot for a story.

He suddenly felt like it was a shame to keep all of his ideas to himself. He stared at the countless notebooks that were scattered on the ground and, suddenly, it hit him.

Parker knew what he wanted for his birthday – to be able to publish his ideas.

So, as he stood and stretched, one of his objectives of the day became crystal clear.

He was going to start publishing, just like Selina said, and it was going to start today.

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Bruce awkwardly trying to “dad” Kon is so funny. The batkids would def make black hair blue eyes jokes about it when they realize.

Bruce: so do you like fishing?

Kon: uh idk? I’ve never done it. (And internally he’s wondering if this is some kind of test or bat code) why?

Bruce, already planning a trip to his lake house: no reason

Kon gets details to come to a random house out in the country and thinks it a safe house and comes ready for a mission, only to find Bruce with fishing poles

both dick and clark are watching this happen with a giant bucket of popcorn between them i think.

no but the idea of bruce trying to take kon for a fishing trip is so funny njdksjbk like... its FISHING. you just sit there for a bit. and he's BATMAN. so he'll just be sitting there in silence punctuated by the occasional "hn." or "hrng." as kon, in growing confusion, just Does Not shut up. does batman want to hear about his opinions on the star wars extended universe versus legends canon? probably not but he's going to because kon can't just sit here in a boat with batman in SILENCE, that's basically TORTURE,

but also makes me think of kon doing the move like katara in s1e1 in atla, where he can just. ttk a bubble of water with a fish in it right up into the air. haha look batman i got one!!! what do i do with it??

#answers #summerbummin #extremely awkward attempts at bonding with his future son-in-law. thats funny. #he invites himself to kon's graduation from smallville high and sits there in the stands next to dick like :| (grunt of approval) #and kon is just like. did you bring him??? and dicks like no he brought himself but hes being shy about it lmaoooo #kon is so confused but figures dick just means bruce thought it was a convenient excuse to come see clark or something #kon #bruce

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Son of the Red Hood: Part 4

Diana stepped out from the Zeta tube as the computer softly announced her name. She glanced around at the cave she was in. Bruce always has something interesting going on, and while she doesn’t particularly care about cars or computers, it’s still fascinating to hear him talk about his various projects. The Bat himself was sitting in front of his wall of screens, though he had turned to look at her. She knew she and Clark were some of the few members of the League that could teleport into the Batcave without asking permission first. 

“Diana. Is there an emergency?” Bruce asked. 

“No, Bruce, I just thought I would come to visit.” 

He gave her a long, considering look before turning back to his computer. She smiled at his back. He never did handle strangers in his space well. Especially unannounced and unplanned ones. 

“Does your sudden visit have anything to do with your unscheduled questions during the debrief from the Justice League Dark yesterday?” 

“Mmm.” She hummed for a second and came to stand behind him to look up at the map of Gotham he had on his display. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get my questions on the itinerary. I had been researching in the archives right up to the last moment before the debrief.”

“Hn.” She took his grunt as forgiveness. The Gods only knew how often Bruce had gotten stuck in a research rabbit hole. She set a hand on his shoulder and when his shoulders dropped a little she guessed he wasn’t feeling touch-adverse at the moment and gently rubbed his arm. 

“As to your question, yes it does.” 

“Hn.” She could hear the creak of his gloves as he clenched his fist. “And what does this Ghost King have to do with Gotham?” 

“I don’t believe that your city is in any danger.” He relaxed his hand but stayed focused on his screens. “I need time to be certain though. I would ask, as your fellow hero, your coworker and your friend, that you not investigate until I’ve had a chance to look around.” 

Diana could almost physically feel the internal struggle Bruce was in. His unending desire to know every secret and to puzzle out every mystery versus his respect for her. This is why she didn’t try to go behind his back, if she had just showed up in Gotham to start looking for  the Ghost King Lord Clockwork had mentioned, he would have been onto her in a moment and stuck his nose somewhere dangerous. Hopefully by outright asking him to give her time, she could find the little king without his unnecessary involvement. 

“Will you call if you get in over your head?” He asked, turning to look at her. 

She just raised an eyebrow at him in return. She wasn’t going to scold him even though she had gone toe-to-toe with Darkseid, it was clear that his collection of wards were good for him if he was trying to ensure her health, no matter how unnecessary. 

“I will call for aid as soon as I need it.” She said to help alleviate his concerns. “And I will do my best not to involve myself with your rogues or your citizens unless someone’s life is in danger.” 

He gave her a stiff nod before turning back to the computer. 

“If you would like, you can borrow one of my cars. Alfred can give you the keys.” 

She nodded in return even though his back was to her. He would look for her response on the cameras in the cave once she left. She gave him a little smile and walked up the stairs to the manor proper. It was high time to find a little king that was in need of her tutelage. 

.

Jason woke up better rested than he thinks he’s ever done. Despite waking up to comfort Danny from a nightmare last night he still slept perfectly. He was a little surprised to wake up to Danny sleeping under his arm, but his arm wasn’t even tingly from the boy sleeping on him. He gently nudged Danny to wake him up. 

“Hey bud, how’d you get in?” He asked, his voice still rough from sleep. 

Danny sat up and blinked at him for a few seconds, also seemingly still a little asleep. 

“I just felt like sleeping here.” Danny said, before rubbing his eyes and giving a big, cat-like yawn. Jason swore he could see little fangs in Danny’s mouth before he closed it with a snap and began hopping his way along the bed. 

“Come on Jay! It’s time for breakfast!” Danny said excitedly. 

Jason smiled and followed the boy. He was endlessly thankful his siblings had come by when he first took Danny in because the kid had toys and games, a bed and blankets, plenty of clothes and there was a variety of food in the cupboards. Steph had bought him a Wonder Woman bear, probably mostly to make fun of Jason’s long time love of all things WW, but now Danny carried it everywhere. 

The two of them tramped their way into the kitchen, Danny standing on his tiptoes to see the kitchen countertops. Jason started pulling pans out of cupboards and food from the fridge to make them breakfast. 

“Can you teach me how to cook?” Danny asked, his eyes so damn big that Jason can’t help but nod, and he’s rewarded by the brightest smile he’d seen. It felt like he needed sunglasses. 

“Sure thing pipsqueak. Just promise not to touch the burners or my knives until I say you’re old enough, ok?” 

“Of course Jay!” 

Jason turned away, trying not to think about the flame that burned in him every time he saw how happy Danny was. He couldn’t let himself get attached, sooner or later they were going to find the kid’s parents and he would leave Jason’s life and leave it just as dim and dull as it had been before, but he couldn’t seem to stop the flame from burning brighter as he prepared simple omelets for their breakfast. 

Danny rested his chin on Jason’s shoulder as he showed off how to flip the omelet properly. It took several seconds for his brain to catch up with the fact that his not yet five year old was suddenly able to rest his head on Jason’s shoulder. He turned slowly and carefully in case he needed to catch Danny, but found the boy just sitting in the air looking at him curiously. 

“Why did you stop? Are the ‘melets done?” Danny tilted his head like a cat; and then his whole body tilted to the side in the air. He was still cross legged but now sitting with his torso parallel to the ground, five feet in the air. 

“Huh. Did you know you were floating?” Jason asked, keeping all of his panicked shrieking on the inside for now. 

Danny looked down at himself before looking down at the floor. 

“Oh. Should I stop?” 

Jason genuinely didn’t know how to answer that. Finally with the same mental shrug he gave to all of the magical, alien and meta shenanigans he’s dealt with turns back to the stove to finish the omelets. If he could deal with the likes of Harley and Ivy without freaking out, he could handle his kid, this kid floating a little. 

“Uh. If it’s comfortable then you can keep doing it.” Jason decided. “You can float around me and your aunts and uncles, but be careful doing it around other people.”

“Right, because if they catch me they’ll cut me open.” Danny said. 

Jason felt his soul curl up and die a little. God bless this kid. Jason was going to personally rip the throat out of anyone who hurt his kid. It would make the heads in a duffle bag seem like a children’s party. 

“That won’t happen again.” Jason growled. “As long as I’m alive I’ll be there to protect you.”

Danny gave him another brilliant smile and the flame in Jason’s chest burned all the brighter. He quickly plated his omelets and handed one to Danny. The kid seemed perfectly content to eat floating in the air. Jason took his to eat the table and Danny followed, still cross legged, though he bumped into a chair and rotated further until he was fully upside down. Somehow, and Jason wasn’t certain he even wanted to start trying to figure out how, Danny was still able to eat his breakfast perfectly well even upside down. The plate and the omelet didn’t seem at all affected by gravity. 

Jason casually took out his phone and snapped a picture and sent it to the “Ants n Buncles” chat that Steph had made for those in the know about Danny. He included the caption, “SO I guess my kid can float.” The chat immediately started going off as his siblings reacted. “I think I also saw fangs in his mouth earlier.” Then he muted the chat so he could focus on the kid in the air in front of him. 

What the hell was he supposed to do with a floating kid? He was not suitably equipped to teach a meta kid with powers AT ALL. 

.

Jazz woke up tired. Fatigue wasn’t especially anything new, nor was the accompanying sense of dread that had kept her up into the early morning, but it was unusual for it to happen now that she had moved away from Amity Park. She no longer had to stay up to make sure her brother and his friends were safe from ghosts, or to treat his injuries after their parents shot him, so she was actually able to get a proper amount of sleep each night. She still wanted check-in texts from Danny to make sure he was ok, but now she usually woke up to them. 

She had anxiously sent him a text yesterday, but the message had been marked undeliverable. That probably meant he was in the Ghost Zone. If he hadn’t texted her by nightfall she was going to have to text Sam and Tucker. It was rare that all three of them spent that long in the Ghost Zone all at once. She didn’t have to worry, not yet, at least, that’s what she kept telling herself as she tried to focus on anything else other than the growing feeling that something terrible had happened. 

It wasn’t like she didn’t have other things to think about! She had exams coming up, and a project due, and rent was coming up, and she had another shift at the student cafe tomorrow, and… and her phone was ringing. She recognized the Amity Park area code but not the specific number. She gave herself a small mental shake and answered the call. 

“Hello, this is Jasmine Fenton, may I ask who is calling?” She said, utilizing her calm and professional script. 

“Hello Jasmine, this is Angela Foley.” Jazz was surprised to hear from Tucker’s mom. While she had spoken to the woman a few times and was generally on good terms with the Foley family, she wasn’t certain why she would be calling her. 

“Oh! Mrs. Foley, is everything ok? Did something happen to Tucker?” Jazz began mentally running through her checklists and emergency protocols. The Foleys didn’t know that Tucker helped Phantom protect Amity, but they were one of the families expected to be the most supportive if they found something out. 

“Jazz, I need to make sure you're sitting, I have something that I need to tell you.” Angela’s voice had a hoarse quality to it that Jazz couldn’t remember from her previous conversations with her. She sat heavily in one of the few seats in her apartment. 

“Did something happen? Is Danny ok?” Jazz asked, her scripts falling apart in the face of her fear. 

“Yesterday there was an explosion at your parent’s house-”

“But things are always exploding in that house!” Jazz interrupted, her fear growing like a creature in her stomach. 

“Jazz, the house is completely destroyed.” Angela said, trying to keep her voice soft and even. “Your family was home, Jazz, your family is gone.” 

“No.” Jazz immediately denies. “Danny must have been out of the house, he must have-”

“Tucker pulled up the police records. He’s so good with computers my boy, but he told me you needed to know, you needed to be told.” Angela was rambling, probably unused to having to share this kind of news. “The police said they pulled three bodies from the house. Jazz, I’m so sorry.” 

“No. He can’t be dead. No.”

“Jasmine, I-”

“NO! No!” Jazz was crying, tears rolling down her face. “No, Danny can’t be gone.” 

She couldn’t breathe, she was screaming and crying and her throat hurt and she couldn’t catch her breath and Danny couldn’t be dead and it wasn���t fair and she should have been there and she left him and she couldn’t breathe and she was screaming and…

Jazz collapsed to the floor with one last heartbroken scream on her lips as her phone fell from her nerveless fingers.

#dp x dc #jazz fenton #danny fenton #jason todd #diana prince #son of the red hood

[inthetags]

Reblog and put in the tags the most "Malfina" OC you have and the most "Clark" OC you have

(They don't necessarily need to be in a relationship, just about being "extra", fantastical, etc versus "simple", "regular" etc)

#submission

[momotonescreaming]

In the scene where Joyce goes over to Scott Clarke's house, he has what looks like a terrarium in his garage, so @unclewaynemunson and I decided he should have a pet snake. And now I have a small fic for it. Clarkson. (2.5k)

Eddie feels his knees creak as he squats down on the dirty floor of the pet store, holding back a grunt as his body strains with the effort. He sounds like Wayne when he pulls himself out of his armchair — it’s an old thing; the fabric soft and worn, the springs creaky, and the filling so deflated it’s easy to just sink into it. Wayne makes the same grunt when he heaves himself out of it, and hunched over on the floor Eddie feels much the same.

He ignores his body’s aching protests, shifts his weight, and contorts himself to better see the bags of cat food that have been crammed all the way at the back of the shelves. The cheap food is always at the bottom here, hidden and hard to reach so you’re more likely to go for the more expensive stuff at eye level.

There was a small colony of stray cats that hung around Forest Hills, and one had decided to make their home underneath the Munson trailer. He used to feed them bits of his dinner — torn off chunks of meat he’d save on his plate for them — until Wayne told him to quit pissing about and eat his damn dinner already.

He can’t just let the cat starve, and if he keeps saving them bits of his own meals to feed them Wayne will keep bugging him about not finishing his food. He didn’t use to be as bad — not since Eddie was a kid — but after everything, with Eddie’s recovering body, the old man worried.

So Eddie found himself on the floor in the aisles of the pet store, trying to do the mental math on which bag of cat biscuits was the better deal. Comparing overall price versus weight of the bag, counting on his fingers until he thinks he’s figured it out. D&D math was way easier than whatever the fuck this is.

Wayne will forgive him, Eddie thinks. His penchant for taking in strays had to come from somewhere. And with the cat living directly underneath them, they’re like, basically roommates. It would be rude to not feed them. Isn’t that what Wayne’s southern hospitality is all about?

Pulling a bag off of the shelf, Eddie tries to hold back another grunt — debating whether it’s easier to just give up and sit on the floor. They have animals in here, they must keep the floor relatively clean right? He manages to get the bag off of the shelf and resting in his arms with only minimal complaining, wallet chain jingling with every movement.

Standing up, his knees do click, and Eddie shakes his legs out as he leaves the cat food aisle, ignoring the way his Reeboks squeak against the tile floor. He turns the corner and finds himself almost face to face with Mr Clarke. Scott? Eddie’s never sure what to call him these days.

In the comfort of their new trailer he can tease Wayne about his boyfriend Scott, but before all that he was just Eddie’s teacher Mr Clarke. And now he’s in this weird middle zone where he’s not sure how personable he can be with the man. Especially not in public. He’s dating his uncle, but that’s not exactly something people can know. Should he call him Mr Clarke to be safe?

Fuck it, Eddie can probably go a conversation without addressing him by name. Maybe. Probably.

Scott looks up from the piece of paper he was engrossed in with a startled oop noise. His shocked expression quickly melts away as soon as he sees who he’s bumped into.

“Eddie! Funny running into you here.” Scott exclaims, tucking his piece of paper into his pants. He looks down at the bag of cat food Eddie’s clutching in arms and furrows his brows with a confused look. “I didn’t know you and Wayne have pets?”

“We don’t,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I feed stray cats and Wayne grumbles about it.”

Scott startles out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides with a smile. “Sounds like Wayne.”

Eddie smiles back. It’s nice, seeing that even the mere mention of his uncle will draw a smile out of Scott. He got to see how happy Wayne was every day — the way he’d smile when he’d pick up the phone and realise it was Scott on the other end, the way he always seemed lighter after one of their dates. It was nice to confirm that on the other end Scott was exactly the same.

“I’m hoping that if I just keep feeding them, Wayne will cave and let me keep one.” Eddie adds, shifting the weight of the bag of cat food in his arms.

“I don’t doubt you’ll be able to manage it,” Scott adds, looking at him a little conspiratorially. It’s a dorky move he know Wayne would smile at. “I won’t tell him your plan.”

“Thanks,” Eddie laughs. “But what are you doing here? I imagine you’re not also feeding a small army of stray cats.”

“No, I’m upgrading to a bigger terrarium,” Scott starts, still smiling. “And wanted to see what we have locally before I make the trip to the bigger store in Indy.”

“Terrarium?” Eddie replies, furrowing his brows. Wayne hadn’t mentioned anything like that. And he’s been over to his house many a time, he must have seen it. “You have a lizard or something?”

“Snake actually,” Scott replied happily.

“A snake?” Eddie blurted out before he could even think about holding the words back and pretend to be normal about this. “Mr Clarke, that’s so fucking metal!”

Scott rubs his hand across the back of his neck, slightly awkward and more than a bit flattered. “Thank you. Wayne tells me that’s quite the compliment coming from you.”

It doesn’t surprise him that his Uncle talks about him to his boyfriend, but it was nice to hear. That Wayne thinks about him when Eddie’s not there, that Wayne wants Scott to know more about how Eddie works. That it’s a compliment if Eddie calls something ‘metal’. Something to bridge the gap between two of his favourite people.

Wayne had sat him down one morning, when Eddie was still pyjama clad and bleary from sleep, and talked about him and Scott. It seemed a little like pulling teeth, that Wayne was forcing the words out of his mouth. But he had done it, the pair of them sitting together at the dining table, coffee clutched in their hands, and Wayne had talked about Scott.

That him and Scott were officially together now, and he cared deeply about the man, but he wanted to remind Eddie that he would always come first. He was his boy, and nothing would ever change that. He was his son and he loved him.

It meant a lot, hearing those words that were previously left unspoken. Eddie knew that Wayne loved him, that he took care of him willingly, but Wayne was never one for words. Eddie was, and he remembers the way his heart clenched when Wayne told him.

But he made sure to remind his Uncle that he was allowed to think about himself. What he wants. And if he wanted Scott Clarke, if he wanted to go out with him then that was okay. Eddie wouldn’t hate Wayne for putting himself first for what seemed to be the first time in his life.

He wasn’t sure if Wayne would listen, but that was okay. Eddie had hugged him over the dining table, feeling the corner of it dig into his side as he clutched at the soft fabric of Wayne’s flannel shirt. His uncles hands were rough and calloused, yet a comforting warmth as they rested on Eddie’s back. Neither of them mentioned the teary eyes.

“You can call me Scott, if you’d like,” Scott says, breaking Eddie out of the trance he found himself slipping into. “Mr Clarke feels a bit formal.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure what you— “Eddie starts, before cutting himself off with another shakes of his head. “Never mind. What’s your snakes name?”

“Ada,” Scott replies softly, letting Eddie redirect the conversation. “After Ada Lovelace - the mathematician. A bit nerdy, I know.”

“Nah, I think that’s cool.” Eddie says. “If Wayne ever lets me get a cat I am absolutely naming it after a Lord of the Rings character.”

“Good choice,” Scott laughs. “You’re welcome to come see Ada, if you like.”

“Really?” Eddie asks excitedly, blurting out the words. It wasn’t everyday you got the offer to go see a snake, especially in a town like Hawkins. Eddie always thought snakes and ferrets and lizards and other such exotic pets were more for big city people. Not small town Hawkins. And yet. He felt a bit like a kid again. “Can I?”

“Of course,” Scott replied happily, smiling all the while. “I’d love to show you her. Come over on Wednesday with Wayne.”

Wednesday. Date Night. The one day a week Wayne was guaranteed to trek over to the suburbs to have dinner with Scott. It was slowly becoming a tradition.

Eddie was torn.

On one hand, he really didn’t want to interrupt Wayne’s date night. The man deserves his privacy, his space to love and be loved back. Especially now that the pair were finally on the same page that they were in fact going on dates.

But on the other hand Eddie really wanted to go see the pet snake. It could be nice, to bond with Scott. To spend some time with him and Wayne.

But what if Wayne didn’t want him there? Wanted time alone with just him and Scott. But Scott did invite him personally, so maybe it would be okay? Eddie wasn’t quite sure what his thoughts were doing.

“I’ll ask him,” Eddie eventually says, deciding it’s absolutely not a cop out answer — before excusing himself to go and pay for his cat food.

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“WAYNE,” Eddie exclaims as he bursts into the trailer. The door slams open, banging against the wall with the force of it. Eddie kicks it shut with another loud bang before continuing, looking over at the armchair his uncle is resting in. “Why didn’t you tell me your boyfriend has a pet snake?”

His Uncle merely raises an eyebrow at him, peering over the top of the newspaper he’d been reading. Wayne is in his comfy home clothes - his worn jeans with the rips at the bottom that he claims are more comfortable than any other pair, the pair of blue fuzzy socks Eddie got him for his last birthday, one of his usual flannels. It’s all very Wayne.

“Well, hello to you too, boy.” Wayne replies, voice steady. He folds up the newspaper — careful to keep his place — and puts it down on the side table next to a steaming mug of coffee. He was using one of his older mugs this time — a chipped white thing that read WORLD’S BEST GRANDMA, another gift Eddie got him years ago.

“Wayne,” Eddie continued, toeing out of his sneakers, still looking over at his uncle on the armchair. “This is very important information I feel I definitely should have been told about.”

He leaves his shoes where they landed after he kicked them off his feet, and shrugs out of his jacket. Wayne continues to watch him, taking a sip of his coffee, and Eddie could see how carefully he was steeling his face as to not smile. “And don’t you dare tell me you didn’t notice the fucking snake tank in the living room, you’ve been over to Scott’s place how many times now?”

“It just didn’t come up,” Wayne eventually said, smiling in that subtle way he did where if you didn’t know him — you could barely tell he was smiling at all. But Eddie knew him, and he could see the sparkle in his eyes, the curl of his lip. Wayne thought this was fucking hilarious. Eddie bit back his own smile as he whirled around.

“Betrayal! From my own Uncle!” Eddie replied, waving his arms around as he talked, playing up the dramatics. It was a bit of normalcy that was easy and familiar to slip into. It was nice. Eddie, being dramatic and making a spectacle of himself — and Wayne, stony faced and entirely too used to it. “I cannot believe you found out your boyfriend has a metal as hell pet, and didn’t tell me.”

“Couldn’t let you start thinkin’ he was cooler than me, now could I,” Wayne joked, watching in amusement as Eddie flopped himself down on the couch.

“He is pretty cool.” Eddie replied, looking over at his Uncle. He sobered slightly, voice quieter and more serious. “He invited me over on Wednesday. To come see.”

“And…” Wayne prompted. The man could always tell when Eddie wasn’t saying something, and he was even better at knowing when to push and when to let it lie. It had taken some time, and a few missteps but they had gotten there. “How you feelin’ ‘bout that?”

“Well I really wanna see a snake,” Eddie starts, voice slow and hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. The threads were starting to come undone, and he picked at it as he talked. “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Wayne adds quietly, his voice a comfort. He puts his coffee down, and watches Eddie. “Ain’t nothing wrong with that.”

“But it’s Wednesday.” Eddie adds, with all the emphasis on the word. He throws his hands up in the air as he sinks further into the couch, melting into the cushions. “It’s date night.”

It’s quiet for a bit. The words sitting heavy in the air between them. Wayne takes his time before speaking.

“Me and Scott are dating yes,” Wayne starts, leaning forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees — holding back the same grunt that Eddie did trying to pull  himself up off the floor. He almost smiles at the thought. “And we have dinner on Wednesday’s, yes.” His voice softens, and Eddie can tell that if they were sitting on the same couch right now, Wayne would be giving him a hearty clap on the shoulder. His palm rough and warm. “But that doesn’t mean you’re always excluded, Eddie.”

Eddie shrugs bashfully, and squirms himself into a sitting position. Wayne seeing straight through to the heart of the issue — he was good at that.

“Scott invited you, so that means he wants you there.” Wayne said, looking intently at Eddie, words soft and carefully spoken. Every word chosen with care. “And I always like spending time with you Eddie. You’re my boy.”

Eddie continues to squirm under Wayne’s knowing gaze, picking at the loose threads on his shirt and running his socked feet along the carpet. It all felt a bit silly, all these muddy and tangled emotions sitting thick in his chest. His voice is quiet as he speaks, and he can feel the vulnerability sitting on his tongue. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Wayne replies, picking himself up off the chair with another grunt and sitting down on the couch beside Eddie. He drapes his arm across the back of it, open should Eddie choose to take the unspoken offer. “You’re coming with me on Wednesday, and you’re seeing that damn snake.”

Eddie laughs, and lets himself fall into Wayne’s side, curling himself up like he was a kid again.

#Eddie Munson #Wayne Munson #Scott Clarke #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Fic #Clarkson #My Writing #not sure how i feel ab this one tbh #writing it was like pulling teeth #but i needed a distraction #so #*jazz hands* here u go

[suzukiblu]

hungry kon for WIP Wednesday please!

Patrol is quiet, and Clark keeps an eye and an ear on the city as they fly above it in a clear, cloudlessly bright sky. He hopes the sun is giving Kon some of the things his milk can’t, if nothing else. They don’t technically photosynthesize nutrition, but . . . well, it’s close enough there’s not much difference, at least for him. Kon and Jon both need more actual food than he does, but . . . 

It’s something, Clark hopes. 

Flying in Metropolis is something he only does with Kon. Jon he and Lois only let fly out at Ma and Pa’s or other equally isolated places, out where there’s no chance of him being spotted. He’s still just a little too young to be expected to handle the risks of that. The world already knows about Kon, though, and he’s physiologically older and more experienced with combat and just better-trained all around. Actually trained, where Jon’s only really been taught how to control his powers; not how to fight with them. Self-defense versus offense. 

And Kon has an aggression in him that Jon just doesn’t, and while Clark doesn’t necessarily like that, it’s something that makes Kon stronger in the field than Jon would be. He doesn’t pull punches when he shouldn’t; doesn’t hesitate when there’s a threat or a mission. Doesn’t hold himself back. Doesn’t second-guess if he’s all-in on a fight; if he’s going to get back up when he gets knocked down, no matter how many times it happens or how hard it is. 

Clark’s proud of him for that, but hates that he’s had to learn it so young.

#emilise284 #omegaverse #wip: omega!clark and hungry!kon

[what0smart]

Jon Kent being Stubborn with his Principles

One thing i really like about Jon is that he is not afraid to hold back his words or hide when he has a problem. A good example is that there's a handful of heroes who he does not respect/has problems with and he always makes it known, like they failed to earn his respect or they lost it. Those heroes being Batman ,Black Adam, and John Constantine, the reasons are all different but they range from personal issues to how those heroes go about their jobs for example prioritizing the mission over the people it hurts or lacking empathy.

It is important to note that while some of those aren't that bad Jon very rarely talks to people like this, especially if they're heroes. To him it is not about just getting the job done but about how you do it. I love how much he sticks to his principles.

This can also lean into how while Jon is a very sympathetic person he doesn’t just hand sympathy out to everyone. While I have many problems of his story with Injustice Clark the way he handles that versus villains like Luis is very different. Jon could see that Luis was more of just a lost kid and he had yet to do anything unsalvageable and he prioritized wanting to helping Luis despite his issues, but he could tell that Clark in injustice was too far gone and put more of a priority on trying to make him face justice. In both of those stories before going after these villains who are less power hungry and more struggling to cope with loss he takes his time to analyze the situation and how they got there as well as the damage they caused along the way before moving forward.

One of my favorite things about Jon is his unwavering hope and idealism but I love that he doesn’t let it cloud his judgement and he understands that there is a limit to how much pain/damage a person can cause before you need to handle the situation differently.

#jon kent #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #john constantine #black adam

[aemiron-main]

The Same Scott Clarke: How Many Scotts Are There??

So I talked in this post, and this post about that weird lab extra that resembles Scott:

And about the fact that Scott is so constantly connected to lab imagery/scientist imagery, with Alexei (a Russian government scientist) even being referred to as a “Russian Scott Clarke”:

And so, with the context of all of that, this line hit me today:

Is it just me or is it very interesting that we have all of these references to Scott being a government scientist AND we have a Scott look-alike who IS a government scientist, and then Connie also not only asks if this is “the same Scott Clarke,” but specifically asks if he’s the Scott that teaches science an AV??? Connie’s specifically asking about his job, which is VERY interesting in the context of Scott having a lookalike that works a different job (lab scientist).

SOMETHING weird is going on here!!! SCOTT WHAT IS UP WITH YOU??

And not to be extra insane, but it’s always struck me as interesting that Scott is specifically a middle school teacher versus the whole Upside Down vs Rightside Up vs Middle thing re: different dimensions, and also with all of the highschool age weirdness in TFS…

#stranger things #scott clarke #creelarke

[omniversalobservations]

Boomstick: So, that's it then! Clark has too many counters, so he takes the edge in powers and it's over. Wiz: Well, I think there's something else. Goku versus Superman breaches a broader zeitgeist. It's more than just two characters fighting. For a whole generation, especially in '90s America, superheroes represented an unyielding status quo. Spider-Man, Batman, Captain America rarely change who they are or what they believe in. For a lot of people, that's tiring, and Superman is an icon of that. Then along came anime! There was a whole other world of ideas and stories for us sheltered Westerners to experience, and Goku's an icon of that. So while many see this as a debate between characters, others see it as a debate of ideologies and culture. And if that's what's at stake… who wants Goku to lose? Boomstick: Uh… you sure you're not overthinking this? Wiz: It's not our intent, but it does call into question what we're doing. How can people agree with what we take as fact when fiction relies on interpretation? The music begins to die down as Wiz continues his train of thought. Wiz: Are we stripping characters of their importance by simplifying them to contestants in a vacuum of violence? A-a-and if so, then what's the POINT?! We cut to Wiz and Boomstick, with the latter smacking the former in the face. Boomstick: Because it's fun, Wiz! Damn it, man! There' more than one way to appreciate something. We're havin' a great time talkin' about awesome characters and slammin' action figures together… and that's okay! Source: Death Battle! Wiki

(images via YouTube)

#unofficial #Dragon Ball Z #Superman #Death Battle