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Something that definitely happened during Young Justice:

Kon, trying to be angsty: You just don’t understand Rob, I’m a clone, I’ll never be anything other than that!

Tim: Yours not a clone, you’re a test tube baby.

Kon: What?

Tim: You have Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, You’re biologically their kid, a clone is the exact copy of one’s DNA.

Kon: …

Kon: IM GONNA GO BALD?!

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Prompt for Tomione : “There are no weak people Tom, just powerless one and they would become evil if you gave them power”

Hm... I changed this a bit.

Sorry

~Kyoki

“People who love are weak” 

She had heard those words so many times. Everytime someone mentioned that Hermione loved someone, everytime someone mentioned Tom loving someone. 

He would rant about it, tell her she should not love, for it made her weak. 

He wouldn’t tolerate weakness.

She was tired of it. Between the exams, her sleepless nights due to a certain budding dark lord, both physically and emotionally, and trying not to letthe man she fell in love with become positvily evil, she was done.

“There is no such thing as weak people Tom” she snapped. It was the first time she had actually spoken against his sayings and she was thankful they were alone. 

She could feel his eyes boring into her head, and she was certain if she bothered to look at them they would be cold and calculating.

“Tell me then, if there is no such thing as a weak person, how do you explain the state of the world, the people who run our world, the terror they run it into.”

“They aren’t weak. They are powerless people who were given power. Power is what turns people evil. Love can guide them on a lighter path, to change the world for the better.”

“Hermione, you are spouting nonsense. There is not good or evil. Only power and people who are too weak to use it.”

“No Tom, for once i’m speaking my mind. I’m tired. Between keeping an eye on you, exams, and the countless bullshite I have to go through with you fanclub, i’m done. Love doesn’t make you weak, not learning to accept and adapt to it, makes you powerless. Those who seek power and usually the ones who are the most powerless. The most dangerous.” she spat the words, her sleep deprivation having caught up with her along with her attitude “If you really think that people who love are weak, then you are not nearly as intelligent as people give you credit for. Merlin Tom! Can’t you see that everytime they say that I have a crush on someone, every time that you rage because of it, is pointless? Who do you think they are talking about?” she continued.

He opened his mouth, eyes dark and stormy, but she continued, not caring “You Tom. They are talking about you. How I love you. Merlin. If that makes me weak in your eyes, makes you not want to  be around me, fine. We are done” she huffed out the words, unable to stop them from coming from her mouth.

the words stretched out into the silence, only her breathing filling the air.

“We are what?” 

His tone was hardened, she knew to be on edge, but she ignored the feeling. “I’m Done Tom Riddle. I’m done pretending, I'm done hoping. If you think love is weak, and people who love are weak, then I will take my weakness away from you. “she didn’t pause then, grabbing her bag and turning on her heel.

She practically ran, somewhere in the back of her mind, knowing she didn't want to stay behind and face his wrath. 

That was a problem for another day. 

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Hello, I hope you are well. Could you make a tomione in the Roman Empire? THANK YOU so much for write again. Love you.

hmmm... I read an article that compared roman loveletters to modern ones... It kinda fit Tom... so here you go...

~Kyoki

Sextilis .III.CCXXIV

My Dearest Hermione,

There are no words to describe the sickness that you have caused to stir within me. When I think of you I turn feverish and my stomach heaves.

I wish often that I never had laid eyes upon you.

You come from nothing. Your blood not blessed by the Gods like mine is.

You are nothing but a heathen, brought to the empire by a kind master, a man much kinder then I.

I wish that you could understand the torture your smile brings to me, how it burns me from the inside.

No, I wish that you had never come to my attention.

Now that I have met you, that you have infected my blood with your poisoness words and smile, I must have you.

I fear if I do not then the plague you have unleashed upon me will eat me alive.

This letter is to summon you, for hence forth you will be mine.

Signed, 

Ubi Sunt Tom Imperatoris

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OMGGGG the one with hermione and tom in hell was so good please continue it!! your writing is so nice !!!

So I forgot I even wrote a prompt of the two of them in hell. I had to go back and find it (written in 2020) and re read what i wrote. 

If you missed part one its HERE.

@reneehartblog @clearlemon @shadowedcries @stephaniemccrea @nekobattousai

“He will come for me”

Voldemort had never thought that those words, spoken so long ago, with such defiance would ever ring true.

Years had gone by in the mortal realm as time ticked slowly by in his domain. 

No one had ever come to save the girl that had been forsaken by the gods.

Not until today.

Voldemort stared down at his brothers child, his nephew. 

It had taken him more then half a decade to finally come to the underworld, begging for the soul of his childhood friend.

“Let Hermione go, I beg of you! She is innocent.”

Harry’s cries echoed in Voldemort’s throne room, bouncing off the walls.

If he kept this up, he was certain that she would hear her friend, would recognize his voice.

“Innocent? Why would an innocent soul be sent to me?” he asked, eyebrow raised. “If she was innocent surely the gods would not have forsaken her.” 

“A witch named Bellatrix cast a spell on Hermione, as a punishment to me. When Bellatrix was killed by me, it actually killed my best friend. Bellatrix has been living in Hermione’s body for five years, I didn’t realize until recently..”

“You claim this soul, this Hermione is innocent and you best friend, yet you did not realize this other woman was not your best friend?” Surely his nephew was joking. How could a demigod not know that a witch had done such a thing for five years? 

It made his blood boil, the thought of his Hermione, being tortured, begging for forgiveness for leaving this boy alone, only for him to not even realize she was dead.

“I- We had a fight and I--” Harry stopped speaking, his voice cut off by Voldemort’s presence as he rose from his throne, his figure seeming to taken over the ample space of the throne room.

“Get. Out.”

The words echoed through the room, but to Voldemort’s and Harry’s surprise, they did not come from the King of hell.

“Hermi-” Harry started towards the girl Voldemort had taken from the rack, the one that he had abandoned in hell while he was doing only the gods knew.

Hermione didn’t stay there, instead she turned on her heel and left, back towards where she had come, to the sanctuary Voldemort had never shared with another soul before her.

“You heard her, you are not wanted here nephew.” Voldemort growled, gesture with his hand towards a wall where a door appeared “Don’t come back”.

Harry didn’t get a chance to say anything, a forceful gust knocking him backwards through the door Voldemort had summoned to the mortal plane.

The king of hell looked back towards where Hermioen had gone, sorrow filling him, knowing how she must be hurting, after all, the one person she had cared most for hadnt even realized she was gone.

It was something Voldemort would not forget nor forgive, even if his Hermione ever did.

After all, her soul was his own, her heart his. 

He would never allow her to be taken away, especially by a boy who didn’t understand her.

He had spent these past few years mending her, knowing that she was innocent and trying to bring her joy and comfort when all the others had forsaken her. In that time, she had mended parts of him that he hadn’t even known were broken.

No Mortal, Immortal, or anyone in between would take that from him.

Ever.

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shout out to me in 5 years…hope shes doing something cool i’m rooting for her

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This is one of those things where I understand the spirit of the point she is trying to make, but I feel like it undermines the efforts for everyone's sexual health to be taken seriously.

Viagra is important healthcare. Just like abortion and hormones and hysterectomies and vasectomies and any number of things us humans need for our reproductive and sexual needs. And Viagra isn't just for men. Some women take it (off label) and trans folks do as well.

I think the larger issue is that Viagra is given priority over other kinds of sexual healthcare. We prioritize men's boners before everything else. But I don't want to take Viagra away from anyone. There is money for medication and bridges.

I want everyone else to have as easy of a time getting their healthcare needs met as men do getting Viagra.

And safe bridges.

We can do both.

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10-20 °C is where whatever you want weather. Below 10 you need a jacket above a 20 it starts to be uncomfortable.

But at 12 you can comfortably wear shorts and a tank top. 12 is wear a jacket if it goes with the outfit.

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Did I meme right?

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fun fact! did you know that you can gain extra ‘forbidden time’ by staying up late in the night? but Watch Out

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personally i love strikes. love unions. love protests. big fan all around!!

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Selena stalking the bats because well... Batcat reasons

Spots another stalker, much smaller with camera

Is interrupted by a rouge deciding to recreate Godzilla but in Gotham and without the monster.

Ends up scooping the small child up and bunkering down while the city goes to shit.

The smaller stalker is... A strange child. Very well mannered, very aware of how much of her space how much of her time he is taking up. Very apologetic about everything.

It takes longer than it should for her to remember that children typically have parents. And that while the kid was fine with her assuming he was a street kid he had a very expensive photography kit. And not nearly enough meat on his bones.

It takes just a little and then he's opening up, but not really he thinks he's trying to convince her to let him walk home alone. My parents think I'm very self sufficient, no of course I don't have a nanny I'm not a child he very much is a child, their in Egypt they don't keep up with the news, well I guess you would be interested in the jade cat l.

So he agrees to let her drive him home.

She makes a detour, tells him to play along. Introduces him as her son, to batman... Not that he's supposed to know Mr. Wayne is batman.

He doesn't break character, neither of his "parents" are blood type O... And doing a field blood transfusion... Is going to raise some questions.

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The union busting firms are scared

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here's my hot take about my generation and people younger than me (I'm 22 years old)

The reason current teenagers and people in their really early 20s are conservative on accident and have such shitty takes on the internet is because our generation was much more sheltered than previous generations and because we were raised to be ok with orwellian servailence and that is 100% the fault of our parents, Reagan Era kidnapping panics, and the rise of technology all coming together to prevent us from doing the sketchy shit that sends parents into panic mode but which is also completely fundemental to childhood development. If your parents had even a crumb of money to their name and even a shred of free time they started tracking your phone as soon as it was possible to. I did not experience this because my parents are actively trying to live like it's the 1990s and still have not gotten cell phones of their own, and did not let me have one until I was 18 years old and it was no longer their choice, but literally over half of my friends in middle and high school had their phones tracked by their parents at some point or other, and we would occasionally find this out, not because their parents told them, but when we were trying to do the aforementioned sketchy shit and their parent's car would pull up. And I would, like a reasonable person after finding this out, encourage my friends to just leave their phones at home, and their response would be "What if I get kidnapped" or "My parents are just trying to keep me safe"

This in my estimation has lead to a combination of kids being terminally online because they do have internet access and are better at deleting search history than their parents think they are, but don't have the freedom to go out and do shit without their parents' knowledge or consent, so they have the most privacy from the people who control their lives while they're on the internet, and kids not having the real world experiences they should have, not knowing how to connect with other people irl, not feeling comfortable leaving the house because of the horror story lies their parents told them to make them ok with the surveillance they were inflicting on their kids. Kids these days are growing up in the fucking panopticon when they should be out in the woods playing with knives or stealing cigarettes from their older sibling and going out to an empty parking lot to smoke them or whatever and that shit is sticking with them into adulthood. Things that were "tee hee we could get in trouble isn't this so fun and daring" in the 1990s and 2000s have become in the 2010s and 2020s things that are "If I do that without texting my parents some sort of lie to excuse where my location is my parent's car will pull up and I will get grounded for the next two weeks."

Like even when I was 19 I had a 16 year old friend who would volunteer their time at a food shelf and that's how we knew each other. We would talk about dungeons and dragons together, and the game store was 4 blocks from the food shelf. One day we left the food shelf earlier than they had told their parents they would and they got punished for that. We were literally just going to look at dungeons and dragons miniatures and dice, which was self evident if you could see where we started and how far we walked and where too. I have to assume that this isn't uncommon. It's wrong, but it's not uncommon.

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will say, weird that everyone thinks Tim would have an actual splenectomy scar?? like if we’re thinking traditional surgery scars in western medicine, he’s almost definitely got a laparotomy scar. Tim’s bleeding out on the table, there’s no way they had time to do scans to identify which organs got damaged or make any sort of accurate external assessment; that kind of situation, you’re just gonna cut the whole abdomen open bc how else are you even gonna know what needs to be fixed/removed?? so Tim probably has a semi-neat little line down his belly once he’s all healed up, which coincidentally is a vague enough surgery scar that he can tell All Sorts of lies about it, which I think he would do purely for the fun of it.

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With ao3 being ddosed, it's a great reminder why it exists in the first place.

To allow people to write or read whatever they want without fear of deletion.

After the horrors of strikethrough and boldthrough we're lucky to have such a robust site.

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legit as someone who works in tech i cannot IMAGINE being one of the tech volunteers for ao3 and combatting this ddos attack FOR FREE. ALL. DAY. LONG. definitely donating to ao3 this year when this is all over and the site is back up and running.

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