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We Can Work With Maybe

Random little one-shot asking what might a Therapy session mis-season three have looked like for Brion. Trigger warning for intrusive and slightly suicidal thoughts. 

“I’m glad to finally meet you,” Diana- or Black Canary- welcomed Brion into her office. “Conner has talked about you.” 

“Oh,” Brion looked around the room: book shelves, two large padded chairs, and a small fountain dripping water on a desk to the back. “Formally or normally.” 

She gestured towards one of the chairs while taking the others. “Formally? You mean during sessions?” Brion nodded, guessing a session was a meeting like this. “I can’t comment on what or who I talk to. Just like I can’t mention what we discuss here today- at any time we speak formally.” 

“But Conner knows we are talking.” Brion thought to the man who had dropped him off at the building, pointing to a cafe across the street he would be at. “And I am assuming that means Richard and Artemis know that I am here. So you can comment on who you see.” 

Diana nodded and gestured again to the seat Brion was hesitant to take. “You are free to walk around while we talk if you don’t want to sit. And if Conner told others about this session I have to control that. Though I will stress the importance of amenity to him if you would like. I don’t think he would mention it to any one if Conner thought you would prefer privacy.” 

“Conner yes, not quite sure about the others.” he muttered, very unprincely while staring at the fountain as he drop-drop- dropped away. If Diana heard she didn’t comment. 

“Have you spoken to someone professionally before?” 

“No,” Brion reached out, catching the droplets and letting them roll off his finger. “This is all very western.” 

“Western?” She pulled a small clipboard from the side of her chair and began scribbling something down. “Counciling is uncommon in your country.”

“I think more cultural than national” Brion quickly sputtered out, “What did you write down!” 

Diana move calmly to turn to clip board around, reveling a page blank other than the date, his name Brion Markov, and a little note reading *Session Zero* “I was going to start taking notes. I see different patients and the notes help me to keep track of details.” Brion moved, forgetting to droplets and approached the chair he had disregarded before. “If you would perf-” 

“You can take them.” He jumped on, “If that is how things are done in these meetings, that goes ahead.” He sat down. The chair was surprisingly soft and threatened to swallow him whole, be he pushed up- he didn’t like to slouch. 

She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of him before starting again. “I wanted to ask about you sister.”

“About what? She is fine.” 

“Yes.” A smile crossed her face. “How does it feel having her back? 

He thought but the words were slow to match his emotions. “Good.” Silence quickly settled, nothing but the drop on the fountain as he scrambled for something that sounded better. Good? That seemed too small of a word. “Great, it has been great. Especially being in the Hub now I get to see her every morning.” 

Diana scribbled away some more. “I’d imagine. You had been looking for her for quite some time.” 

He had, or at least he thought he had. Brion felt like an idiot looking back at the two years he had wasted doing much of nothing for her Tara. “Yes.” 

“Speaking of the Hub,” More scribbling, “The Outsiders.” More silence, “Are you enjoying the new team?” More droplets.

“Yes, I am.” She is waiting for more. “It feels good doing something right.” 

Diana nodded. “Being out in the public again must have been an adjustment.” Brion didn’t want to talk about the comments on videos and social media posts he scrolled through late at night.” 

“No.” What an embarrassment to Markovia, “I have always been in the public,” What would the King and Queen think if they saw the mess he had become. “No adjustment when something is normal.” The brat should have done Markovia a favour drowned in that tar. 

More scribbling. More Silence. More Droplets. “Good to hear.” 

“What are you writing now?” Brion asked, scooting to the end of his chair, threatening to fall right out of it, pointing out at the clipboard. Diana moved to put the clipboard back down at her side where it was before but that is not what Brion wanted. “You don’t have to put it away- I just want to know what you are writing.” 

She picked back up the board and turned it over. It was a hodgepodge of key words, but no thoughts, nothing personal from her writing across the paper. “I think this session would go better if I didn't take notes throughout.” 

“No,” Brion pushed, “You said these meetings have notes taken, if that’s how they are done, then you should be taking notes, right?” 

Diana placed the clipboard aside. “There are very few rules to how these sessions have to go. They can be anything that we find productive.” 

“Now that doesn’t make sense.” 

“What doesn’t make sense?” 

“If there are little rules, how do you measure how this is working?” 

Diana paused. “What do you mean by working?” 

“What do I mean-” He threw his hand up and slid back into the chair, “If this is working. If this achieves whatever Conner and Richard and Artemis wanted it to achieve.” 

“The only reason you are here is because other people wanted you to be.” 

Brion took in a breath, trying to steady himself. “I have had a problem controlling my temper the past few months. But I am getting better. On my own.” “Have you always thought of your tempers as problematic to control?" He didn’t want to answer that. So more silence and droplets. “What are you doing to make this progress?” 

He didn’t want to answer that either but he tried. “Something to do has helped- missions have been every couple of days. I like living at the Hub.” 

“You were staying in Happy Harbor before, correct.” 

“Yes.” Something steading in him, this was easier to talk about. “I am grateful to M’gann and Conner for letting me stay with them, after everything. But it is nice to have a bed that is in the same place every night.” 

Diana nodded along. “The consistency is helpful.” 

“Yes.” 

“What else consistent than, if that has been helping.” 

Brion thought of breakfast each morning with his sister, Violet, and Foreger before they headed off the school, hours before Gar and Vic woke up. Training everyday. Having his new Team to spend time with. “Most everything there.” 

“I’m glad to hear that the environment at the Hub is more comfortable for you. Can we talk about  any setbacks you have been facing?” 

“What?” 

“In the progress you have been making on your own,” Diana clarified. “Have you faced any setbacks?” 

Brion thought to his phone. The news apps. This Brother's contact. “I don’t think there has been anything, really. I am managing it.” 

Diana didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Silence, and droplets. Silence and droplets.

Brion ran free. His brother and him had gotten into a fight the night before. Brion understood the politics of not allowing himself to return home. But couldn’t find an excuse for not allowing Tara to. She had done nothing wrong like he had. She should be allowed to have her old life back. 

She still didn’t say anything. Waiting on him but Brion didn’t want to speak. He didn’t even want to be there. Silence, and droplets. Silence and droplets. He didn’t think too much as heat rose under his cheeks. He didn’t think much about his fists bawling at his sides. He didn’t want to think about the moments after the phone call had ended the night before. Brion moved up to the roof so he wouldn’t wake the others and couldn’t keep his eyes off the ledge a few feet away. Silence and droplets. Not that he wanted to. The thought revolted him. Even now in a room with four secure walls keeping him safe Brion’s stomach turned in knots as he tried and failed to push the thought from his mind. The image of falling. 

Silence and droplets. Silence and droplets. This brought on the anger, a bounding in his chest as he thought about beating to unwelcome thought from his head as a desire that wasn’t his own flooded his brain. Droplets- droplets- drop- drop- drop.” 

“Does that thing turn off!” He finally, violently filled the silence as he stood up and in a few quick steps crossed to the desk, poking around the sides of the fountain for an off switch. 

 Just as Brion was prepared to smash the damn contraption, Diana stepped to his side and calmly unplugged the fountain, stopping the drip.

They stood next to one another as the water settled until it was motionless. “Do noises often bother you.” 

“No.” The words came out tired. The images still flashed across his mind but the water pulled a fraction of his attention away, alleviating some of the pressure that threatened to fracture his skull from the inside out. 

“It wasn’t the sound.” It wasn’t a question. As if she knew. “No.” Brion shook his head.

“It was the silence.” He nodded. “Is the Hub louder than Happy Harbor?” He nodded again. “What happens when things are too quiet?” 

Brion thought knew what happened. It is what always happens when things get quiet. “I start thinking.” 

“What were you thinking about?” 

He turned away from the desk and back to a chair he really didn’t want to sit in. But the only other place to walk was a small strip in front of the window behind the second chair, which wasn’t going to help things, so he sat back down. My stomach is still sick. “My brother and I talked recently.” 

Diana took her seat as well. “What did you talk about?” 

“My sister.” 

Diana didn’t wait this time, and quickly moved to ask another question. “Has he seen her since she was found?” 

“No. I don’t understand why. She hasn’t done anything wrong.” 

“Wrong?” Diana asked. “What would that matter?” 

“He won’t see me because it would impact him politically.” Brion said slowly. Careful of his breathing. “Tara wouldn’t impact him at all.” 

“Because she hasn’t done anything wrong” Diana finished. 

“Yes.” 

“Did you do something wrong?” It seemed like it was obvious to him. 

“What haven’t I done wrong?” 

Diana shrugged. “Was finding your sister wrong?” 

“Richard found her.” 

“Would he have looked if not for you asking?” She didn’t wait for a response. “It is wrong to join the Outsiders and want to help.” 

“I needed to do that.” 

“Why?” 

“To do something right.” She paused, and Brion felt sick. “I need to make up for it.” 

“For what?” 

“For everything.” He tried, but Brion could tell she didn’t understand. “There needs to be some kind of balance, some way to make things up.” 

“Balance what out?” She asked. “What could you have done?” 

Brion sat there. He tried to think back to his sister's abduction. To that being is my fault. To his parents fighting endlessly afterwards. To how his brother shrank away in the months afterwards. To the horrors his sister must have endured during her captivity. “Everything.” It came out as a whisper. “There needs to be something to balance it out.” 

“And if you can’t find that something?” She asked. 

Brion the images of falling entered his head again and he felt like throwing up right then in there as he tried to push them away. It wouldn’t come to that. “There is always something.” 

Diana spoke up, tone even. “Anger is often a secondary emotion. It appeared to mask a different emotion. Often sadness, or grief, or fear. Do you think that the anger you have been trying to manage is something different?”  “Maybe.” “Maybe we can work together.”

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Started rewatching justice league unlimited and I think superheroes both seriously and casually using civilian names with on another while in uniform is one of my favorite things.

Like yes! call out "Wally" when he goes flying through a wall

Absolutely say "Clark" with the tone of an exerted parent during some meeting.

Like they're all just friends and I love it.

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Also you get Van, who still thought the Curse would find her before the peace of old age did, looking at older Van and just freezing- wondering how she managed to life that long.

How the women she is looking at, is the oldest she has ever seen someone in her family

Thinking about Cloudward Ho and just crew somehow ending up meeting past selves due to some Zood magic.

Daisuke grabbing his younger selves shoulders like 'Do. NOT.FUCK.IT.UP' and like don't fumble with Comfrey.

Monty's younger self almost crying over little one and older Monty having to stop younger self run off like 'Have I always been this bad'

Marya not being able to look at self without crying because so familiar, also her and Van trying to warn younger selves about the horrors.

But also Zephyr crew with little Maxwell, Max seeing his older self on a grand adventure and surrounded by people who care about him, and a fighter it's unbelievable.

Also feel like Van would absolutely have adopted little rowdy kid and teaching to fight.

And Olethra just holding baby her and gushing about the adventures and the crew having to be like 'No Olethra do not let the baby drive the mech'

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"Was she not some vanity project if you think about it. I see something of myself in a kid and I can't saw no to her" AND THEY PAN TO FUCKING ALLY!!! TO OLETHRA!!! THE SPITTING IMAGE OF A SKY EYED MARYA!!!!!

d20 editors did us SO dirty on that one.

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Guys- guys… What happened to the third Sunlight Sister?????

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Sins of Another Chapter 9

A mission. A Plan. And nothing that could go wrong.

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Finally! Someone who gets it!

i love maxwell i need him to be bleeding out in the dark all alone, sobbing and crying out to his grandfather in pain and despair

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Things I do to try and appease the ghosts in the historical house I work in so they don’t kill me on my lunch break.

- Loudly talk about what flowers are blooming in the gardens (the women who owned the house loved flowers and kept journals on when things bloomed to compare years)

- Whenever I can drink some of my morning coffee in the study (the man who built the house used to have his work friends over for coffee dates in the room often)

- Bring up any golf tournaments that happened recently with coworkers (their son was a professional golfer)

- Bring up LGBTQ+ rights in their oldest daughters bedroom (she was a raging homophobe and the one ghost I don’t care to keep on my good side)

- Tell their grandson (who died young and was scared of the dark) when I’m turning the light off in his room, I also always keep the window blinds open so he can have some moon light at might

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Young Justice Pride Month

Sorry this took a little longer, the procrastination I was trying to fight won. Anyways, here's some Young Justice Pride.

“Come on, hurry up!” Bart’s foot tapped with growing impatience as the young man looked around at his teammates at various stages of preparation. “You guys are always so slow.” While many of the Outsiders had attended Pride in their own cities before, this was the first time going as a team, and more importantly, in uniform. 

“We’re not slow- in fact I think you need to slow down just a little bit.” Jamie tried to reason with the boy as he helped adjust new numbers onto Traci’s upper arm- her normal grey 13 painted over with the Bisexual flag.

“Yeah,” Virgial popped up, stepping out from the kitchen, Gar trailing behind him. Both sporting rainbows covering up the normal blue and red stripes on their uniforms. “Don't have to run into anyone at pride.” 

“I might just have to leave without you guys at this point.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Ed called from the otherside of the room, his red jacket replaced with the blue and green stripes of the Gay pride flag, where he was chatting with Windfall and Looker, complimenting their Lesbian flag colored suits. 

Bart slumped over in a moment of defeat. “Ok no I wouldn’t.” 

“It’s rather exciting,” Violet squealed as they, Tara, and Foreigner walked down the stairs, enjoying their normal rainbow being replaced with the non-binary flag stripping across their chest. “ur first pride.” They thought for  a moment before turning to Tara, “Or at least my first pride.” 

“No. Mine too.” The girl confirmed, nervously playing with the more subtle aro/ace themes bracelets running up her forearm. “There has been a lot of progress made in my region, but not enough to protect some of my statues from going. Besides, I hadn't figured all this stuff out when I was still living there. Took a few years.” 

“Everyone takes their own time.” Cassie removed as they met her at the end of the stairs, the Wonder Woman's “W” on her chest filled in with the Pan flag. “Just as we all are taking our own time getting ready,” She reached out, gripping softly onto the speedster’s shoulders who had taken to vibrating in impatience. 

“Sorry, I’m just really excited.” 

“Perfect timing,” Their leader took the whole group in as the team came together. “I think we're all ready now.” 

“So we can go?” Bart asked.  

“Yes,” Cassie said with a smile. “We can go.”

I hope everyone has a safe and fun pride!!!!

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Prompting Week!

The post college creative burn out it real and peer pressure it the only way to get me writing again so submit any prompts- questions- thoughts- literately anything!

Young Justice

Thunderbolts*

Hunger Games

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NEVER MIND!!! I HEARD BACK AND THEY LIKED ME!!!

Can anyone that's applied to Grad Schools let me know how long it usually takes to hear back from them?

The schools I applied to don't have stated notification periods and I don't know how much time is like... too long after applying to not have heard something and am starting to freak a little.

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Quality has died off, but whatever. Season 3 of young justice put me in the ringer, ate me alive and shat me out. Fun times, I found out I may cling on to the family black-sheep stereotype of certain characters..

Brion I will stand by your side as you royally fuck everyone else over. Season 4 is almost in my grasp. I know he is good, just misguided and traumatized af.

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Can anyone that's applied to Grad Schools let me know how long it usually takes to hear back from them?

The schools I applied to don't have stated notification periods and I don't know how much time is like... too long after applying to not have heard something and am starting to freak a little.

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Sins of Another Chapter 8

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57663646/chapters/158463595

Things escalate a little more than anyone (accept maybe Rosa) would have wanted.

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I already hated Dr. Jace's guts but then I noticed that she fucking changed her lipstick color after she tarred Brion to match the color his mother wore when she was interacting with him, as she believed that she was taking over the role of mother to him and his sister- I bet you she was happy when the King and Queen died because it meant that she could fill the gap.

I did not think I could hate this woman more than I already did but then this came up and good god the hate I feel within me is of myth proportions.

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Yes, I have watched Arcane

No, I think I’m too much of a Dumbasses to join the fandom, thank you for asking