#and shit is getting real

[thatonebirdwrites]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51626497/chapters/170039260

I finally finished this chapter. There's only three left of this fic, and then this behemoth is DONE. Whew. I wish I wasn't so sick so this could go a bit faster...

EXCERPT:

KARA-Z

The explosion rips through the cavern, the pillar of metal and energy torn apart. Parts of its exterior still clutched in her hands, Kara is thrown backward, into the wall. She crashes through it and falls into a different, quieter chamber. The ground shakes beneath her. Groans and cracks echo in the caverns, and stalactites crash to the ground. With her superspeed, she smashes her way from the crumbling chambers, dashes down the falling corridor, and sights a crevice in the rock above her. With a burst of speed, she flies into it, her suit ripped by jagged rocks.

Up and up she speeds, until she smashes through a rock wall and zips into the ocean. Salt water presses around her, but she swims for the surface, her limbs a blur, her eyes stinging. Her lungs ache for breath.

She shoots into the air. Water cascades off her suit and body. Higher and higher she flies until ice crystals form. She spins and ice and water fly off her body as it dries. Below her the ocean churns with energy.

A discordant sound rings through the air, the violet light crackling and spitting at its broken edges. In the distance, farther out to sea, she sees a pillar of violet. She speeds through the air, circling the Earth in its upper atmosphere, and she counts seven pillars. Most thin and perhaps  easily destroyed, but the one that pours out the highest concentrations of energy — the light thick like a Sequoia tree — emits from a massive stone in Ireland. 

Lena, Kara-Z thinks. She slams into the ground near the pillar, the ground cracking at her feet. Energy wafts off the stone, and it sickens her. Her emotions flare, her vision swims with dots, and she backs away, gasping for air as if caught underwater. She stumbles and pushes her way through a rocky field, sloshes through a creek, until she drops to the ground at the edge of the massive energy field. Her fingers dig into the dirt, and anger pulses through her body. She can’t think, her anger, the squeals of energy, the rippling violet sky — it all scrambles her senses, her thoughts disorderly, but one sound peaks through the turmoil.

A clear consonant harmony, one full of love and gentleness wraps itself boldly around her spirit. It tugs her to the west, and with a disorienting jerk, she’s catapulted from her body and to a glowing circle of magic by National City’s harbor. Lena glows with gold energy, Nia at her side with hints of blue in her hands, and a shimmering gold-violet overlaps Kara’s body, like a not quite snug glove.

All her focus turns to Lena, her love, the one light shining through her pain and discombobulation.

Lena, her eyes still closed, finishes her chant, and gold energy pulses so bright it blinds. Waves course through Kara, and saturates the ground and air. A tentative hope pulses in time with the harmonious ring of Lena’s magic, and above them, the sky burns a bright blue, the edges of the horizon jagged shards of violet. She reaches out to brush her fingers against Lena’s cheek.

Lena opens her eyes and turns to her, her expression inscrutable, but her eyes sear with an intensity that burns away the vestiges of Kara’s disorientation.

“Lena,” Kara says her name as a prayer. She doesn’t know how long she has before this moment ends, before she’s catapulted away, before the anger returns and devours her thoughts. “Lena, I destroyed a pillar. More exist, but their energy converge on Ireland. The fourth treasure of those Tuatha people. I can’t breach its field.” She thinks of the other pillars of violet light, how they are fainter but all interconnected. Words to describe the map in her head won’t form, and she clenches her fists frustrated.

Lena reaches toward her, and her fingers brush against Kara’s shoulder and pass through the shadow-y form that shimmers out-of-sync with Kara’s own body. A gorgeous wrinkle between Lena’s eyebrows forms. Kara wants to smooth it away with her thumb. Her shadow doesn’t move with her, and coldness slaps Kara. She turns to see a mirror image of herself, half inside her own body. 

Red Daughter. Anger, fear, and worry collide in a nexus of complexity that freezes her movements. Her clone who had saved her life, given her the power to stop Lex, but who had also killed her and threatened all she loved.

[teaboot]

Once when I was a kid my dad told me to “stop being a you-know-what”. And we’d done the whole song and dance enough times that I knew he meant “bitch”, so I told him: That’s cheating. You know what you mean, and I know what you mean- you’re just stepping around it so you can pretend you’re on the high ground. So if you’re going to call me a bitch, at least have the balls to actually say it.

And it’s been about fifteen years since then but I’m just now figuring out that that’s the same feeling I get hearing shit like “grape” and “unalive”.

If your audience knows what you mean, you might as well actually say it. Otherwise you’re just fucking hiding

[cumaeansibyl]

I was just browsing around here at random and I think the current generation of social media users need to re-learn a certain truth:

the Secret Service will investigate all perceived threats to the president or top government officials, even if they are clearly unserious.

Now, they aren't going to arrest you for joking about it. They are going to show up at your house with printouts of your tumblr and other social media and ask you some very pointed questions and it's going to be extremely uncomfortable. They want you to know that they know what you said, and that if you were planning to do more than talk, you should stop that, because now they have their eye on you.

And yeah, in the back of their minds they're thinking "what if this seemingly harmless poster actually turns out to have a gun and a plan, and we dismiss them because we think they couldn't possibly be serious?" But mainly the first thing.

Let me make one thing clear: I am expressing neither approval or disapproval of this practice. I am stating the fact that they've done this for decades -- it's not a particular feature of the new administration. And given that their one and only job is keeping some very unpopular people alive, it makes sense that they're being damn sure no one slips through the cracks. Because it only takes one.

Oh, and just for the record, if you use common censorship techniques to talk about "unaliving" or "k*lling" someone you shouldn't, they can still find you. Some of these people have been on the social media beat for years by now, you know they speak fluent TikTok.

Be safe out there, okay? Don't get put on a list for a dumb joke.

[littlelightfish]

I find it funny that Chilchuck gets hited by rocks one extra time on anime than in manga

They really said: "yea, one more time wouldn't hurt"

[technically-human]

He did eventually sign it

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory vs Cassie’s reactions to FNAF jumpscares

[densewentz]

no im not thinking constantly about the early game hilarity of when its just the ladies of da:v lounging around the dining room watching a freshly freed Lucanis bus about the stoves making food for his new strange flock of poorly fed women.

[trans-axolotl]

that post about luigi mangione that says that solitary confinement is only used for cannibals is actually pissing me off what are they even TALKING about solitary confinement is regularly used for sooo many arbitrary reasons. like so many prisons have bullshit gang affiliation policies that land people in solitary there's a lot of prisons where most people with psych diagnoses are held in solitary many prisons have automatic solitary policies for trans people many political prisoners are held in solitary and just like there are a million different arbitrary rule infractions that could put you in solitary. what in the world do they MEAN that solitary is only for cannibals and why in the world are so many people reblogging that post without saying anything about that!

[heartorbit]

if we could stay connected, just like this

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. December will bring blessings.

ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

[xmimikyuusx]

Maybe one day leftists will also realize that the invisibility that trans men face is actually perpetuated mostly by themselves. Bigots know we exist, we're delusional perverted women to them. Leftists just conveniently forget we exist or exclude us or pretend we don't need support, because if you're not a woman you can't be marginalized to them lol.

Before another moronic Tumblr user says "trans men are just hyper-invisible so they aren't targeted as much/dont need support" I'd like them to bash themselves over the head with whatever heavy object they can find first as an apology for being ignorant.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[beeonkeh]

stranded

been hiking recently and have been loving the sweet dungeon meshi vibes, there's something very pnw about it too now that i think of it

[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)

[fanaticalthings]

POV: You're on Gothamtwt

just gothamite things

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[haveihitanerve]

Bruce Wayne is not the smart guy who sees people running and also starts running. No sir he is white guy confirmed, that boy sees people running and investigates if he weren’t Batman he would die first in horror movies 100%

However- Bruce/Batman is the guy who sees his kids running and runs as well. He knows his kids, and if they’re running, he’s running. They would not run from a threat without viable reason, so he’s following. It’s an instinct honed by partnership, something you have to do in the field. He needs to trust them, instinctively, and if they run, he run. As partners they have to trust the others movements, fluidity, doing what they do without a seconds hesitation because in that second you’re dead. 

Batman hits all fours and you better believe Nightwing is kissing the floor. 

Red Hoods finger twitches toward his left side and Red Robin moves because that’s where he has his grenades and you better know that or you’ll be a casualty. 

Spoiler yells “jump!” And Batgirl is jumping no questions asked or she gets sawed in half.  

So if Batman sees Signal running- he packs up his shit (Robin) and is hightailing it after him.