#atomic garbage

[caterjunes]

i'm the girl who makes up all the fake folk etymologies. it's fun and easy for me. nobody pays me, i just do it for the love of the game.

[maeamian]

I find "If you follow the time metric of any given atom, it is unknowable and pseudo random" to be an entirely unsatisfying answer to the question of "What day of the year is the anniversary of the big bang?" The answer does not actually answer the question in question but because it contains a lot of big words it looks like it does.

Time metrics of everything vary depending on what sort of gravitational field they're in, something that we have an incredibly successful model of in general relativity. The question of how old the universe is does not depend on questions of "how has a specific atom experienced it" it is a question about how old the universe is, which is much better defined by understanding things like the expansion of spacetime and inflationary cosmology rather than trying to apply general relativity principles to a bunch of quantum particles, those two domains famously do not play well together.

I actually think that the person who said, effectively "Our uncertainty about the exact age of the universe is significantly larger than one year, so there is no reason to believe that the anniversary of that is a known or possibly even knowable quantity." was demonstrating a lot more understanding of the question by asking it than someone who wanted to have Maxwell's demon slap a bunch of clocks on atoms as a way of measuring it.

[floral-atom-collective]

I am fucking flabershamamagastered right now there's a new person AAAAA (I'm using green AND bold to differentiate it from just green)

ah

^_^,

[epidaleacalamita]

genuinely believe tjat like having aliens in your little scifi story and then just having them all be evil and/or incompetent so you can jerk off about how youre such an awesome special little boy for being human is unbearably ufckin lame

[keithisnotsokool]

maybe one of these days I’ll be good enough but I know today isn’t the day

[leatherpearlslace]

Listen/purchase: Garbage surfin' by "Garbage surfer"

[imviotrash]

REMEMBER WHAT THEY TOOK FROM YOU!!!!!!

GUYS IM IN SHAMBLES!!!!

Apparently fags are not called fags in the anime but "drudges"

NOOOOOOOOO THATS A FUCK TON OF JOKES (and historical accuracy) DOWN THE DRAIN

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[wilwheaton]

Hi! Where did your love of Debbie harry come from? I've seen her a lot on your blog. :D

I heard Blondie for the first time when I was seven or eight. It was Rapture, and I was hooked immediately. By the time I heard Atomic awhile later, Blondie was well on their way to changing my life.

I can't explain precisely why I love Debbie Harry the way I do. She was just sort of ... there ... at a time in my life when my childhood was being stolen from me by my garbage parents, and she represented something like freedom and success and being exactly who she was without any apology.

And she was just so cool, you know? She didn't try. She didn't care what other people thought or expected. She just was who she was, and holy shit did I love that. I wanted to be punk like she was, before I even knew what punk was.

She was (is) beautiful, and when I was old enough to know what sexy was, she was sexy, too.

And I just fucking LOVED the music. I still do.

I think I will carry my childhood crush on her to the end of my life, and I'll keep posting pictures of her on this hellsite (affectionate) until someone turns out the lights and makes us go someplace else.

[deerspherestudios]

Hii, I just finished your new game, astronought, and I liked it sm! I love all the effort you put into the design and different effects and the storyline was super interesting! 🩷

Also, how did you come up with Atom and their species? I’ve never seen a character in a vn that’s multiple in one like Atom, and I find the concept of it super cool!

Waa thank you!! I've said it over and over but it was really fun experimenting with the visuals. If any of you are familiar with Slay the Princess, a lot of the kinetic bits are inspired by that game!

I'm gonna start answering asks about the game so if you haven't played and want to, I advice blacklisting #astronought vn? I think that's how it works,,

Anyhoo I was really nervous about the reception with Atom since their design is so out there but so far everyone's liking the new silly?? Spoilers below but I go into detail on designing them a bit (tw//worms):

Initially they were gonna be an amorphous shape-shifting blob similar to Venom, but as I developed the game further just the idea of worms piloting a suit and invading your ship just creeped me out enough I wanted to illustrate it hahaha! So I dropped the shape-shifting aspect and just made them a pile of worms in a trenchcoat.

In a way what made me like their design so much is just how much I'd be grossed out from it in real life,,, but hey!! It's monstrous desires jam for a reason!! Get out of here with the humanoid garbage, it's icky spaghetti all the way!! /silly

Here's one of the earliest concept sketches for the ending CG:

[mayasaura]

One of the biggest unanswered questions—to me—coming out of Nona the Ninth is..... Did Kiriona really think John would make her his cavalier if she opened the Tomb and dispatched Alecto?

It seems highly unlikely. I don't doubt she would want it, if she thought the offer was both genuine and possible to achieve, but those are some big ifs.

She was present for the fight that revealed Alecto as John's cavalier. She was there when John broke his amiable facade to say don't call her a monster. She knows first-hand what it is to share a part of your soul with someone. And we're meant to accept she believed John wanted Alecto dead? Doubt.jpg

But let's say she did believe that. John told a super convincing story, and she wanted so badly to believe someone loved her more than that slab of freezer meat. Whatever. The "possible to achieve" hurdle still looms large. Kiriona saw her father survive being reduced to atoms, she knows his cavalier is the source of that power, and she heard him say that what sleeps in the Tomb is "as dead as [he] could make her" and that she's "not the dying kind." And Kiriona was going to kill her with.... what? A rapier? Her knuckle knives? Because John said her blood was so super special, it would work just for her? Come on.

Kiriona—Gideon—is not that gullible. She grew up at war with Harrow. She grew up literally hunted for sport by the House Marshall. She considers angles, she tests motives, and she looks before she leaps. She expects to be betrayed, used, and discarded, and John made a hell of a first impression in the betrayal category. I believe she loves her father. I believe she'd do just about anything if she thought it would make her father love her. But blind trust? No way. She may or may not be a good judge of character, but she's definitely a skittish son of bitch.

And that's not even touching all the logical holes in her story—she stowed away to New Rho so she could open the Tomb? Girl what?—and the way she dropped the idea as soon as Ianthe pushed her to admit she was really there for Harrow.

Actually, you know what. I take it back. My biggest unanswered question isn't if Gideon believed any of it. There's no way. What I want to know now is whether John ever really asked her in the first place, or if it was all just a load of hot garbage she ad libbed to avoid mentioning Harrow to Ianthe. The implications either way are voluminous for the shape of the story to come, and I honestly can't rule either option out with the information we have.

[floral-atom-collective]

About to not take a shower cause of the pain

Aughhhgh

I know i need to tho

Its just going to make the pain and other annoying symptoms worseeee

[gingerteafairy]

girl never stop writing todd haynes fics im obsessed. esp 'third wheel payback' soso good i love a comic reader fic <3

funny you say that right as i was finishing this one hssowiejsnsk wrote it after seeing an adorable edit of todd with every man gets his wish by lana del rey on tiktok and i religiously saw it everyday multiple times ❤️‍🩹

spiderman milkshake (todd haynes x reader)

Who said comics can't help on a date?

tags n warnings: smut/mdni, waitress!reader, comic references, language, fingering, dry humping, kinks. word count: 4.3k masterlist

Todd was practically glued to his milkshake, sucking on the straw like it was some kind of life-sustaining multivitamin when he saw you walk by, effortlessly balancing a tray while tending to the tables. You looked adorable in that waitress uniform. Atomic Comics was his favorite place in the world—his friends, comic books, and a gorgeous nerdy waitress all in one spot. He could swear he saw you wearing a Venom T-shirt before you put on your uniform, matching with his Spiderman one.

Dave and Marty were deep in conversation, but Todd? He was somewhere else entirely—lost in his own world. Or, more accurately, lost in New York City, spideyvenom was getting really interesting right now.

"And like I was saying, Spider-Man’s powers are total garbage," Dave argued, popping a fry into his mouth. "I mean, web-shooting? That’s disgusting. Right, Todd?"

"Huh? Yeah. Totally." Todd replied absentmindedly, taking another sip.

"No way, and I can prove it! Webs are a hit! Just look at how he shoots them," Marty insisted, mimicking Spider-Man's signature hand gesture while making web-slinging sound effects. Dave immediately joined in.

Their laughter faded when they noticed Todd wasn’t reacting at all. He hadn’t moved a muscle. Following his gaze, they landed on you—standing a few feet away, scribbling an order onto your notepad.

Todd was mesmerized. The way you absentmindedly tucked the pen behind your ear, how your hair brushed against your neck, the delicate earring dangling just beneath—it was adorable. He wished he had given you that earring himself.

"I’m telling you, man. You should just talk to her. That’s your second milkshake," Dave pointed out, growing tired of watching Todd’s thousand-yard stare.

"Yeah, dude. This is getting kinda creepy," Marty added, raising an eyebrow.

Truth be told, Todd had known you way before his friends ever did.

He had once posted an insanely cool Justice League edit, and you had actually commented on it. That one reply had somehow turned into a full-on conversation, which then turned into many conversations. And before Todd even knew what hit him, he was completely, hopelessly into you.

The moment you casually mentioned that you read manga too? Yeah. That was it. Game over.

Even if you both chatted online everyday, seeing you in person was a completely different experience. It was like you were strangers all over again. Part of that was because Todd was horrifically shy and couldn’t even look you in the eyes without feeling like his soul was going to physically leave his body. The other part? Well… you were a waitress.

For some reason, that made it feel… wrong.

Like he fantasized a lot, basically a porn movie plot, you coming only on a apron saying "hey, sweetie, here's your milkshake" in an exaggerated sultry voice as you took the piece off. If a hacker could see his browsing history, they would see that 50% of waitress kink videos visualizations came from Todd's PC.

But as a normal shy guy, he was afraid of bothering you. Like you were only talking to him because it was literally your job. And, of course, there was also the massive fear that Dave and Marty would say something stupid and completely humiliate him.

Because, let’s be real—they absolutely would.

Dave exchanged a knowing glance with Marty—silently forming a plan. "Hey, waitress!" He suddenly called out.

Todd’s eyes widened in panic. "No! No, no, no—what the fuck am I supposed to say to her?"

"Order another milkshake," Marty snickered.

Todd ran a shaky hand through his hair, clearly freaking out as he saw you glance in their direction before heading toward their table.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit—she’s coming!" His voice barely came out as he scrambled for an escape, gulping down his milkshake like his life depended on it.

"How can I help?" you greeted with a warm smile, the sunlight from the window behind you making you look even more radiant. Then, your gaze landed on Todd. "Hey, Todd. The usual?"

"Me?" Todd blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. He turned to his friends, who looked just as amused as they were surprised.

"Yeah… milkshake. I know you like it—you always get the same thing," you beamed casually, already flipping open your notepad.

"Uh… I… can I…" Todd stumbled over his words. Oh my God, she knows what I like. His brain was short-circuiting. "I wanna buy you a milkshake."

You let out a soft laugh, pulling the pen from behind your ear and jotting something down. "I’m gonna serve you a big slice of ‘never do that again,’ okay?"

You replied, folding the piece of paper and placing it near his hand before walking away. Todd stared at you, utterly devastated. His soul left his body.

"Oof, dude… that was rough," Dave cringed, physically recoiling from secondhand embarrassment.

"Yeah, I kinda saw that one coming," Todd muttered, hesitantly unfolding the note—fully expecting his official rejection letter, his eyes widened.

"Oh. My. God."

"What?!" Dave and Marty leaned in at the same time. Todd slowly turned the paper around.

"I’m off at 5. XOXO."

"XOXO?" Dave repeated, snatching the paper.

"It means hugs and kisses, dumbass," Marty rolled his eyes, taking it from him to inspect the handwriting. Before he could analyze further, Todd swiped back his sacred treasure.

"I dunno… think I won’t go," Todd murmured, pouting dramatically.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're gonna chicken out now that she actually showed interest?" Marty hissed in disbelief.

"I don’t know, man… She’s perfect. And I’m just… this." Todd gestured vaguely to himself. He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as he absentmindedly reached for his milkshake straw—only to find nothing there.

"Hey, man. Don’t be like that," Marty said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "If she’s into you, that means there’s gotta be something cool about you."

"Yeah, Todd. You’re a cool guy, the smartest one out of the three of us. You’ll do great," Dave reassured him, flashing a confident smile.

Todd let out a weak laugh, barely processing the words as he glanced at you. His heart skipped a beat when you turned and met his gaze, smiling at him like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Was this what cardiac arrest felt like?

"Yeah… it’s gonna be great," he mumbled, his lips stretching into a dumb, lopsided grin. Every ounce of self-doubt vanished. That smile of yours? That was all he needed today.

Marty and Dave, sensing the gravity of the situation, made sure to stay with him until the very last minutes of your shift. They cracked jokes, debated superhero fights, and did their best to keep Todd from imploding. And for a while, it worked—until the clock ticked closer to 5 PM.

Todd felt it before he saw it—the rush of oh-no-oh-no-it’s-happening panic settling in his bones. His palms grew clammy as he watched you disappear into the employee break room. His foot tapped against the floor rapidly.

Dave, immediately noticing, snapped his fingers in front of Todd’s face. "Alright, dude. Focus up. Take this."

Todd blinked as Dave dropped a stick of gum into his hand. "Do I have bad breath?"

"No… but trust me, mint gum is a game changer. Chicks love it."

Marty, standing beside them, shoved his hands into his pockets and casually pulled out five more sticks of mint gum. Todd and Dave stared at him like he had just pulled out five engagement rings.

"What?" Marty blinked. "I like to be prepared."

"As if you’re kissing that many people," Dave snorted.

Marty rolled his eyes and flipped him off. "I am a romance expert, okay? I’m the best at Romance Simulator, and I’ve picked up a ton of tips—"

"Oh yeah, great example, Marty," Dave cut in.

"Hey! Those games are super realistic!" Marty huffed, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. "I even have a girlfriend in one of them."

"The only girlfriend you’re ever getting," Dave snickered.

Todd, however, wasn’t listening anymore. His brain had short-circuited the moment he saw you step out of the break room, adjusting your bag strap as you waved goodbye to your coworkers.

"Guys, she’s coming," he whisper-hissed, suddenly shoving them aside. Panic took over. "How do I look? Am i stinking?"

Before anyone could react, Todd lifted his arm toward Marty. Marty recoiled like a cat sprayed with water. "DUDE. I’m not smelling you."

"Come on, please! I don’t even know if I put on cologne—Dave!" Todd pleaded desperately, his eyes wide with silent help me energy. Dave just shook his head, holding back a laugh.

"You ready?" Your voice rang out, bright and casual, like you hadn’t just sent Todd spiraling into a crisis. His body moved before his brain could, immediately slamming his arm down and scrambling to his feet.

"Of course! Let’s go!" he blurted out, way too enthusiastic, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans like that would magically solve the problem.

But when he finally looked at you—saw the soft amusement in your eyes, the way your lips twitched like you were holding back a laugh—his nerves settled just a little bit.

You both stepped out of the store, and Todd could not stop staring. He had never seen you in casual clothes before.

The skirt? Adorable. That black Venom t-shirt? Perfect. The way it fit on you? Dangerous. You turned to face him, the soft scent of your hair hit him like a gentle, but highly effective truck.

"Finally worked up the courage to talk to me, huh? I was starting to think you were embarrassed of me," you teased, laughing.

"Embarrassed of you? Jesus, it’s more like the opposite," he blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck. The warm, bubbly feeling in his chest only grew when you laughed at his joke.

"So why didn’t you ever talk to me?" you asked, genuinely curious. First things first, let’s be honest here.

You were just as into Todd as he was into you.

There was something about him that was so effortlessly adorable. The way he always ordered a milkshake, sipping on it like it was the best thing in the world. You made sure to take your sweet time preparing it just right—just so you could see that little happy smile he made when he took the first sip.

Todd was the kind of guy who made you giggle and kick your feet on your bed, cheeks burning at just the thought of him.

And the fact that he had zero clue about the effect he had on you? It almost made you feel like some kind of stalker. Casually texting him every day just to keep the conversation going. Catching yourself wishing you were his milkshake straw, quenching his thirst, around his rosy wet lips. Oh, the tongue—

Todd, completely unaware of all of this, was busy trying not to combust.

"I just… I thought you’d be embarrassed of me because, well… I'm—" He exhaled, hesitating, hoping you’d finish the sentence for him.

Loser, his brain supplied helpfully. Instead, you smiled and said, "Shy?"

Todd blinked. That was not the word he expected.

You—beautiful, funny, way-too-cool-for-him—were looking at him with zero judgment. Just patience. Just kindness. He was sure you're going to heaven when you died.

"Yeah… I guess," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry about that."

"no, I'm the one that should be apologizing," you cooed, sighing. "Sorry about the dump, i was kinda angry with you. I was starting to think you hated me and I don't know, ghosting."

"No, shit. Sorry," he whined, feeling like an ass to make you feel like this. "From now on, i'll talk to you every time I see you. Promise."

"Deal. Hey, do you remember that new Marvel issue I told you about?" you asked, smoothly changing the subject.

Todd nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah! It’s great. Why?"

"I bought it. It’s at my place. Wanna come see?"

Todd’s brain immediately shut down. His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

Processing… Processing… ERROR: BRAIN NOT FOUND.

"I… uh… one sec! I forgot something back in the store," Todd blurted out, laughing way too weirdly before bolting back inside.

He skidded to a stop at the table where Dave and Marty were still sitting, slamming his hands down on it like he was in some kind of action movie. "Date over already?" Dave questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"SHE WANTS ME TO GO TO HER HOUSE," Todd announced, not breathing, before grabbing Dave’s soda and chugging it.

"And what the hell are you waiting for? Go before he changes her mind! You don't have many options," Marty urged, while Dave yanked his soda back, dramatically wiping the rim before taking another sip.

"But I don’t know what to do! It’s not a date! She just mentioned something about a new Marvel issue," Todd gasped, heart pounding, his body already covered in stress sweat.

Dave and Marty exchanged a look. Marty was the first to speak, grinning. "That’s a code."

"That’s 100% a code," Dave agreed.

Todd blinked. "A code? The hell you talking about?" He whispered like a true paranoid man, glancing out the window to make sure you weren’t listening. Luckily, you were distracted on your phone.

"Okay, Todd. Tell me when the new Marvel issue actually comes out," Dave prompted, crossing his arms.

"March 23rd. Why?" Todd replied, even more confused.

"And what’s today’s date?"

"Hmmm, lemme think. Okay, I know. March 19th, but what does that have to—" Todd froze. His brain short-circuited. His eyes went huge. "Oh my God. It’s a code."

"It’s a code," they both confirmed, nodding like wise sages.

The realization hit Todd so hard that all three of them jumped up in celebration—only to immediately sit back down when everyone in the store looked at them like they were insane.

"Shit. I gotta go. Bye!" Todd practically sprinted away.

"Crack that code wide open, Todd!" Dave called after him, laughing as Todd flipped him off on his way out.

“Hey, man,” Marty called, stopping Todd, gesturing him to come closer and whisper. “Spiderman hands, you hear me?”

“What the—”

“Just do it,” he insisted and Todd frowned, realization coming when he did the gesture himself. “You see?”

“Got it. Thanks, dude,” he beamed, training with his both hands. You never know when you have to use your non dominant hand.

“And when you do it down there…” He continued, hands on his face to cover the gesture. “Venom tongue. Flash movements.”

“Damn, Marty. You're a fucking Wikipedia,” he grinned, keeping the information on his head. “Do the sage has more advices to this poor mortal?”

“Oh, i got one,” Dave standed, joining the conversation. “If she looks at your lips, don't chicken out. One more thing, mimic her lips, that way you won't mess your first kiss.”

“What? I had my first kiss.” He murmured blushing.

“Seriously, dude?” Marty mocked, giving an exaggerated eye roll. While Todd was still inside, you whipped out your phone and immediately typed into the group chat.

You: Girls, seriously. I’m with him.

Erika: Who??

You: Todd Haynes!!!!

Katie: OH MY GODDD

You: I’m so nervous, Idk what to do.

Erika: Apron. Wear it.

You: For what?

Erika: You’ll understand.

Katie: You got this, girl. You’re amazing.

Erika: Get him pregnant

You snorted at your friends’ chaotic but heartfelt encouragement, quickly locking your phone the second you saw Todd skidded back up to you, barely keeping it together.

"I’m back! I, uh, forgot… my keys," he explained, shaking them a little to prove it.

"I forget mine all the time. So… ready to go?"

He nodded so fast it was almost embarrassing.As you walked, Todd felt like he was floating. Your house was close to the store, and when you stepped inside, Todd couldn’t help but drink in his surroundings. It was small, but cozy—just like you.

He wanted to be cool about it. Casual. Normal. So, naturally, he started copying every single thing you did like some kind of socially awkward robot.

You took off your jacket? Boom. Jacket off. You took off your shoes and put them neatly on the shoe rack? Guess what? Todd was doing that too.

Smooth. Totally natural.

"So…" you started, taking a step closer to him. "What do you want?"

Todd choked on absolutely nothing and immediately backed up a step. Oh God. She moves fast. Is it happening? Is this it? Shit, I don't have any condoms here.

"W-What do you mean?" he stammered, hands awkwardly hovering at his sides.

You let out a soft laugh, but internally, you were screaming. Come on, Todd. Pick up the hints. Please just kiss me already.

"Do you wanna check out the comic or do something else first?" you clarified, hoping he’d catch the very obvious subtext.

Unfortunately, you were dealing with Todd Haynes—a man who had never been close to a woman that wasn’t his own mother. Todd, however, was trying to trust his instincts—and the questionable advice of his friends. With a burst of sudden confidence, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two pieces of gum.

"Wanna… gum?" he offered timidly.

You blinked. "Do I have bad breath?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

At that exact moment, Todd mentally began digging his own grave and jumping inside with a cheap bouquet. Dave crying looking at the rainy sky and Marty singing Love Hurts on his grave. R.I.P. Todd Haynes, the biggest coward to ever exist.

"NO. Oh my God. Fuck, no," he panicked, his words tripping over each other. "You smell… really good. Like, so good. I—uh. Shit. That sounded weird. I just—ugh, I shouldn’t have—sorry, I don’t know why I did that—"

Mid-breakdown, Todd shoved the gum back into his pocket and rocked back and forth on his heels, suffocating in the crushing weight of the awkward silence. You thought fast. You weren’t about to let this moment die, remembering the apron tip.

"Hey," you chirped, forcing casual confidence. "How about I cook for us?"

You turned toward the kitchen, heart pounding, silently praying the pots and pans would swallow you whole to spare you from the embarrassment.

Todd perked up immediately. "Yes! Yes, absolutely. I love everything you make," he rushed out, practically jogging after you before settling into a chair—the perfect spot to admire you while you cooked. You tied on an apron, completely unaware of the effect it had on Todd, who sat there, staring in silent awe.

"Wow."

You turned. "What?"

"Nothing!" he blurted, immediately crossing his arms like it would somehow make him look cooler and less flustered.

"Okay," you muttered, shaking your head as you turned to rummage through the cabinets. Erika was right, you’d definitely thank her. You stretched up on your tiptoes, but—unfortunately—your genius past self had placed the glasses way too high.

"Damn it…" you muttered.

Todd immediately jumped up. "I got it!"

He reached past you, his height making the task effortless—and for the first time, you actually registered how much taller he was than you.

"What do you need?" he asked, voice much closer than you expected.

"Uh…" You blinked up at him, suddenly feeling a little flustered yourself. "The glass cups. I, uh… accidentally put them super high."

Todd grabbed them easily, handing them over with a small, proud smile—totally unaware that his casual helpfulness had just made your heart skip a beat. He carefully set the two glasses down on the counter. You bit your cheek, your gaze meeting his—and lingering just a little too long.

The air between you suddenly felt thicker, heavier. His eyes flickered to your lips, and your breath hitched as you instinctively did the same. When you looked back up, his gaze was still there, locked on your mouth like it held the secrets of the universe.

Okay. Enough was enough.

Before your nerves could get the best of you, you moved, your fingers lightly brushing over his hand. Todd stiffened at first—face heating from the tiny touch—but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he exhaled sharply as he let his palm travel up to your cheek, hesitating for half a second before finally leaning in, closing the gap between you.

The second your lips met, you melted. Without thinking, your arms flew up, wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss—half in excitement, half to make sure he didn’t chicken out.

Todd, on the other hand, was very much spiraling.

Oh my God. Oh my God. I am kissing her. This is happening. She’s kissing me back. This is—

His brain short-circuited before defaulting to its best coping mechanism—imitation. Todd mimicked your lips movements, following your lead, and shockingly it worked. His hands instinctively gripped your waist, pulling you in closer.

And then, without really thinking, he tilted his head, stepping forward just enough to press you gently against the counter. It was official.

Todd Haynes had zero idea what he was doing. But somehow, it was going very, very well.

He moaned when your hands reached his hair, anchoring on his frame, he sucked your bottom lip like his life depended on it, he kissed hungrily. It was hot. So freaking hot, you were losing your mind, loving how he changed about it and just devoured you.

Everything was so good that he almost forgot about his cock pulsating inside his jeans. He pushed back, eyes wide as he looked down to the tent, eyes up to meet your mouth swollen, three tones redder and a huge teeth mark as the cherry on top.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry,” he whimpered, embarrassed with his hormones controlling his brain. “It’s just— I have no fucking idea of what I'm doing, but it's so good.”

“Yeah, it's really good,” you encouraged, coming closer, chests touching as you leaned to kiss him, slightly opening your legs, him entering the small gap you conceded.

The kiss was slower, more sensual. He was a fast learner, holding back on the vacuum-like sucking, concentrating on gentle nips. He pushed back, eyes closed.

“Is it better?” He muttered, ghosting his lips over yours.

“Yeah, but I think this would be better,” you breathed, taking his hand and directioning them to your lower belly, guiding him to your panties.

He gulped, nodding, opening his eyes to see you rolling your skirt up, giving him a sight of your panties. Todd Haynes was too stunned to speak. He just moved his hand to touch the covered spot, almost flicking his hand back when he felt you shivering.

“You can touch directly if you want to,” you suggested like you weren't the one dying of embarrassment.

Todd sighed. Spider-Man hands. He remembered when he pushed your panties down and patted his fingertip on your clit, watching your reaction. He gulped at you and looked at him with doe eyes begging to be touched. He wouldn't deny it, so he gently rubbed your clit, licking his lips, dying to feel your taste on them.

“Yeah, you're—pretty good, Todd,” you purred, your sounds making his head blurred, focused on your cunt getting wetter and wetter.

“Is it?” His eyes lit up, going down at your slit to collect more liquid and keep the stroking on your spot.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, spreading your legs wider. Todd's chest rose and fell rapidly, increasing the rhythm until he successfully inserted his middle finger inside. “Fuck.”

He froze his finger, searching your eyes to check if he did something wrong, but your flushed face, so beautiful biting your lip as your hips longed for his finger said the opposite. He was doing really good.

Encouraged by your lewd expression, he joined his ring finger inside, setting a pace by the reactions you were making.

“Faster, Todd,” you pleaded, grinding on his fingers. He couldn't even believe, looking down, seeing his fingers glistening in and out, disappearing on your cunt sucking them, your walls clenching around them, he was panting.

“Like this?” He asked in a whimpery voice, doing what you needed. He searched for your lips, brushing them as he heard the wet sound of your pussy.

You grasped his biceps, feeling the knot forming on your lower belly as you purred and whined on the kiss. Todd started to breathe faster, grinding on your thigh, his free hand palming your ass.

“Todd, I'm cumming,” you mewled, coming undone on his fingers, legs shivering as he held you in place, preventing you from falling down. He kept fingering you til he opened his mouth, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back, swaying his hips on your thigh.

He groaned, taking off his fingers from you and directioning it to his mouth, sucking your arousal. He hummed, looking back at you panting, hands gripping on the counter.

“You taste better than milkshakes,” he shyly added, planting an adorable peck on your lips.

“You're so cute,” you giggled, pecking him back. You weren't done, your hunger for Todd might never end. He was just so damn irresistible. “Hey… do you wanna, like… continue this?”

“Oh… uhmm…” He stammered, his nose doing the little frown you find cute. “We have to wait a little.”

“Why?” You pouted, tilting your head.

“Why?” He echoed, thinking about all the manners of saying the obvious, choosing to say it straight. “I came.”

You grinned, giggling at him getting beet-red. “Hey, don't worry about it. We can eat something while your body reacts.”

“Can i eat you?” He blurted, suddenly digging courage from the bottom of his heart.

You blushed, nodding, too shy to say something. He grinned, kneeling on the floor. “Hey, don't you wanna go to my room? It might be uncomfortable for you.”

“It's just…” he began, tilting his head up to meet your gaze, warm breath next to your cunt. “I kinda fantasize a lot about eating you out in the kitchen.”

“Really?” You panted, hands making their way to his head.

“Yeah,” he replied, licking his lips in anticipation. Venom tongue. Flash speed. “The apron is a bonus.”

That night, you finally lived your dream—becoming Todd’s milkshake straw in the best way possible. And Todd? He finally mustered up the courage to take a real chance on you.

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other, sharing a blanket that neither of you really needed. Your legs brushed. Your fingers tangled absentmindedly. Every now and then, Todd would steal a glance at you like he still couldn’t believe this was real. As you both talked for hours about the thing that brought you together in the first place—comics—he realized something:

Super heroes were cool. Spider Man and Flash? Even cooler. He couldn't forget to thank Venom as a villain.

But nothing—nothing—could top the way you looked at him like he was your favorite issue in the entire collection.

[tawked]

I kinda wish more versions of Batman embraced his mental illness in a more, I don't know, neutral or literal way.

If you accept Batman as mentally ill throughout the 1980s - 2000s as many writers working on him (Miller, O'Neil, Dixon, Moore, Morrison, others I don't care about) would often imply then there's kind of an element of... How to put this.

His mental illness is kind of supercrip adjacent in that his ability to be obsessive is framed as core to his detective methods and is a part of his whole "Batman's superpower is determination" metafictional conceit. It's giving Aspie Supremacy. But his mental illness is also written as informing pretty much every single social conflict he has, this idea that, like an autistic stereotype, he is absolutely emotionally unavailable in the sense of being unable to comprehend other's emotional needs or realities, or being so focused on his own perspective and trauma that he (contradicting the very reasons he adopted Dick Grayson and Jason Todd!) cannot understand when Dick is upset about shit.

It's kinda like Monk.

Except instead of touching every doorknob six times or whatever, he's just a real asshole to everybody all the time lol.

There's potentially something extremely relatable about Robin as an Emotional Support Child that people with disabled, especially mentally ill, parents might be able to extract something meaningful from. There's an inherent complex inversion of many parent-child roles in that. That Dick Grayson chooses to leave and live his own life in his platonic polycule with his hot alien ladywife is honestly extremely relatable and potentially a real statement about the raw emotional weight of needing to support an adult who, by normalized social roles, has all this power over you, while you attempt to keep them from falling apart on a nightly basis.

I'm not really interested in Tim Drake because I thought his earliest stories were racist garbage written by a man who, caaaan yoooou believe it, went on to work with an actual real neo nazi on an explicitly branded-as-alt-right superhero line. Wow! What a shock! lol I also just haven't read his modern stuff. idk, Neutral with Tim Nation, do not want to fight, but I say this to say he is not for me in canon --

But Tim Drake especially had the potential to really be interesting in this role if this theme were appropriately explored. You have his support of Batman as a mentally ill adult man and his support of his father as a physically disabled adult man, in relationships intentionally designed to parallel. He knows Barbara while she's dealing with the trauma of acquired disability during an arc where she learns to be comfortable in her own body and re-enters society, paralleling a hypothetical better version of Harold as a disabled man born with his condition and who thus has no concept of self as able-bodied who has totally and absolutely retreated from society.

You have Tim paralleling Dick Grayson, the boy who walked away, Jason, the boy was about to but didn't have the chance, and himself, the boy who just walked in, all in complex child-as-carer roles.

There so much potential here it's like watching people fumble a ball that's practically glued to their hands bro.

But the people who write this shit often don't really have any inroads into communities and, being Americans, likely experience mental illness themselves in that very American atomized "it's not a disability, it's something different" way. Y'know, they're isolated from any form of disability cultural concepts. It's a cool concept that the writers of the time simply did not have the tools or understanding to build anything from. Y'know, Barbara's arc is amazing and one of the best in superhero comics, but at times it does feel like the writers are saying "okay, yes, no leggies is sad, but like just be happy instead you big floppy bitch" lol. Harold in general, oh my god, Harold. I love Harold and they shouldn't have done that. They shouldn't have done my boy like that.

[gracestellaerie]

Without You

I've been waiting for FOREVER to share to you guys MY FAVOURITE BOINGOVERSE STORYLINE but I didn't have any good drawings for it that would provide good context to what I want to share SO I WHIPPED THIS UP REAL QUICK

Okay so first of all, yes that is the ghost from the Stay music video. She is a lady who died in 1960 during her wedding day when an atomic bomb dropped over her village (the same bomb that caused the creation of soul). Since her entire body was ripped to shreds by the bomb, her spirit has chosen to possess an old television buried deep underground beneath the village. A broken piece of garbage that had been sitting there for ages.

While Soul was growing up in the cave, he discovered this TV and grew attached to it. He began lucid dreaming about the ghost when he would go to sleep, as it was a way for her to signal her existence to Soul. However he ended up falling in love with her in his dreams. The version of her in his dreams is not at all how she acts in person, and a lot of things she says and do is just a part of his imagination. Soul is in love with the false version of her, and would keep her trapped in that television to secure their relationship.

These lucid dreams come in random, and when it does happen, he'd always have to wake up eventually. Reminding Soul of how much of a LOSER he is and how he'll never get to experience he affection in real life.

At some point though, she does get let out, and Soul learns to move on from the relationship that was never meant to happen anyways. Since she had been in love with another from the start (her groom).

Of course this was all before he fell in love with So-Lo heehee 😊

Inspired by Stay, Pictures Of You, Good For Your Soul, Dead Or Alive (sorta but not really.. just the fact it involves a dead person), and especially, ESPECIALLYYYYY Waiting For You.

I CANNOT STRESS HOW MUCH WAITING FOR YOU IS EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS. I LITERALLY WROTE THIS LORE BEFORE LISTENING TO THAT SONG TOO IT'S LIKE ALL THE PIECES JUST FELL INTO PLACE OR SOME SHIT... I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA MAKE LIKE A COMIC OR SOMETHING BASED OFF OF THAT SONG BECAUSE LIKE IT'S LITERALLY JUST... MADE OR THEM. THEY'RE SO DOOMED. DANNY ELFMAN PREDICTED 2025 ANGSTY GOOD FOR YOUR SOUL LORE. MY GOD. GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY.

[carionto]

Artificial Space Lasers!

-As opposed to what? Naturally occurring space lasers?

-Uhh, there's gamma rays from... quasars, or something? Look I'm not a science person, just a guy with a space laser, shush now.

In space, no one can hear you scream. Which is a damn shame, because holy shit there's some freaky stuff out there. And people have the right to feel that everywhere in the universe!

So, the solution is obvious - space lasers! You take a giant full sensory recording device, map all the sights, sounds and smells of whatever horrifying space anomaly you encounter, then send it via a giant handy dandy pocket space laser to every planet in the galaxy using brain-wave patterns so that every creature can feel what you feel in your final moments as the horrors of space consume your very soul.

To experience your body being torn apart, atom by atom, is a sensation unlike any other you will ever know. And few will ever be subject to such a fate. So it is my duty to relay these sensations beyond words so that you too may elevate your understanding of what it means to disintegrate while fully alive. Truly, there has never been a combination of sheer terror and fear as well as the unsettling calmness and peace of ones own inevitable demise.

-Uhh, you okay there?

-NO! I AM BEING EATEN BY SPACE CTHULU!! SEND HELP!!!

[later]

-...

-*stifling laughter*

-I don't want to talk about it

-You, you moron, hahaha!

-Shut up.

-You got drunk and slept in the garbage disposal unit! *uncontrollable laughter* AFTER puking down that chute minutes earlier and thinking, oh my god you're so dumb, thinking "Gee, I wonder how slippery this is now" and decided to find out! HAHAHAHAA

-Oh god...

-*hysterical* And and and, haa haaa, you broadcast that to the entire galaxy! And cuz it's light speed, it'll keep popping up for millions of years all over the universe! *dying from laughter*

-...I'm gonna go find a real space Cthulu.