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( 😴 ) a half-asleep text @impulselantern

( 📩 → baz 🟢 ): BAZ! hey HEY what’s up?? ( 📩 → baz 🟢 ): sorry to text you so late i just can’t turn my brain off tonight, it seems. i’m like...exhausted and barely coherent it feels like but also can’t sleep ( 📩 → baz 🟢 ): do you ever think about like...the entire universe and all the expectations it seems to have for you? [ …. ] ( 📩 → baz 🟢 ): wow duh, way to ask a green lantern that LOL ( 📩 → baz 🟢 ): i just...i dunno what i’m really doing these days it feels like. changing my major seems a lot less pressing than the whole super thing so i guess i’m trying to focus on that instead all of the...OTHER expectations

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@kxnel​

As much as Jon liked to poke fun at Kon like a little brother would do, he was worried. He had been worried. It was a downward and slippery slope he was going down. Jon was watching Kon go down this path, and wasn’t exactly sure what he could do for him. He just wanted to help. That’s all he ever wanted to do, really. Help. Whether it was his own family or was someone who needed saving from a dangerous situation. He just wanted to help. 

“Hey.” Jon greeted his brother, observing him carefully. “Did you see that stuff on the news? The satellite, or whatever that ended up in the Wayne Manor lawn. That’s nuts.” He breathed out, looking at Kon once more. “Are you okay, man? Like, honestly. I know these last few months have been hard on you. I just...I don’t know what to do to help. I want to help, but I don’t know what to do for you. Tell me what I can do.”

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vengeancedemons​:

Robbie wasn’t a wedding guy. Big events with expected amounts of socialization weren’t things he was particularly skilled at, even before the voice in his head started trying to subtly push him away from the crowd and out into the streets. He didn’t tend to enjoy parties, didn’t even usually earn an invite to weddings. Trying to remember the last wedding he’d gone to drew up hazy memories that weren’t his, a village centuries ago and faces that were full of so many shadows, he couldn’t make them out. A man with his heart in his throat, nervous in spite of everything. A woman he knew was loved, knew was beautiful, even if he couldn’t tell what she looked like. 

Robbie made a face, throwing back the rest of his drink. Christ. The Rider had been married. It didn’t come as much of a surprise, given the fact that Robbie knew there had been a woman and a child, but every bit of new information he found out about his passenger’s human life felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head. He focused on the memory, trying to pick out faces, so concentrated that he didn’t realize anyone was approaching until they spoke. Gripping his glass a little tighter in surprise, he glanced towards the kid. “I’m not having a crisis,” he snapped, which… wasn’t entirely true. This probably constituted a crisis. Glancing back at the table behind him, he shifted out of the way, softening just a little when the kid continued. “Yeah. My kid brother’s about your age. Eats like a fuckin’ vacuum.” 

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“Are you sure? You look like you’re having at least a little bit of a crisis.” Jon pointed out. “It’s okay to have a crisis. You should feel your feelings. My grandma tells me that all the time. Well, she told me that a lot when I was younger. I was a crybaby so like, what can you do.” He shrugged. He always had been sensitive. His mom was frequently telling him there was nothing wrong with crying and feeling as much as he did. She had told him once something along the lines of he felt too much for his little body to handle and he had to let out the emotions one way or another. Though, some days, even at the age he was now, he still felt like he felt too much. Not just in the sense of superpowers, but everything. There were some days the words danced on the tip of his tongue as he watched Kara move around her apartment, there for another family night, wanting to say so many things. Instead, he swallowed them back and said nothing. 

Hurts, doesn’t it?

That got a smile out of Jon, shaking off the cloud that crept over his mood. “My grandma always makes a full spread whenever me and my older brother are due for a visit. Sometimes I think he likes to make it a competition, but eh. I can totally eat more pies than him, I know it.” He insisted, finally reaching over to put more food on his plate when the man shifted out of the way. “Oh, shit—shoot—I’m Jon! Sorry, wow, my mom is probably rolling if she knew I had these bad manners—” He sticks his free hand out at the man and offers him a bright smile, “it’s nice to meet you!”

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@trunksandcapes

( 📩 → dad 👨 ): did grandma make pie?? ( 📩 → dad 👨 ): don’t hold out on me, dad!!! ( 📩 → dad 👨 ): I FEEL IT IN MY BONES [ …. ] ( 📩 → dad 👨 ): also i need laundry done and the basement is so far ( 📩 → dad 👨 ): how does one go about even washing a cape? i got some sort of green goop on it…. ( 📩 → dad 👨 ): i don’t need some random person opening my washer and being like ‘who tf has a cape at age 20? is he okay?’

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colleenrand​:

( 😂 ) an embarrassing text 

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(✉️ ➡️ Jon ): i know what happened because i /saw/ you do it from across the room (✉️ ➡️ Jon ): but i want you to know i saw it (✉️ ➡️ Jon ): and i want you to know that you were not sneaky (✉️ ➡️ Jon ): did you fit that entire slice of pizza in your mouth? (✉️ ➡️ Jon ): why? why do you need it that fast?

( 📩 → colleen! ): ma’am.............. ( 📩 → colleen! ): why are you calling me out like this?  ( 📩 → colleen! ): i need to get my energy up! i’m a growing boy, colleen!  ( 📩 → colleen! ): i burn it off so fast, if i don’t inhale it then when will i get the energy? when? WHEN?

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@vengeancedemons​

Jon couldn’t remember the last wedding he went to. Maybe one that he attended when he was younger, forced to tag along with his parents while he wanted nothing more than to sneak out his DS and do anything but socialize with the people he didn’t know. (It was always too much at that age at times. Adjusting to the influx of noises, people talking, hearts beating. It made his senses go haywire.) Though, he was glad that this was the one he had been to in a long time. Colleen seemed to be glowing, the happiness coming off of her in waves and it made him smile. He liked to see her happy. 

He also was glad to see the food. Though, someone else seemed to have the same idea, hovering near the food and looking far too into his drink rather than the celebration. “I’m really sorry to interrupt your...crisis? Are you having a crisis? I have one at least once a week, so I get it, but can I....food?” Jon said awkwardly, gesturing at the dish behind him that he wanted to grab at. “Sorry. One track mind when I’m hungry, I swear. I burn through it like you wouldn’t believe,” as he stuck a chip in his mouth and was chatting the ear off of a stranger. 

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immortalweapon​:

>  where r the aliens     >  i bet they wouldn’t let this happen // @supersxn

(✉️ ➡️ UNKNOWN): It depends on the aliens, right? (✉️ ➡️ UNKNOWN): And on what’s happening! (✉️ ➡️ UNKNOWN): Probably (✉️ ➡️ UNKNOWN): I don’t know many aliens (✉️ ➡️ UNKNOWN): I’m sure there are a lot of nice ones though! (✉️ ➡️ UNKNOWN): And some mean ones (✉️ ➡️ UNKNOWN): And neutral! Aliens are versatile! 

[ .... ] ( 📩 → NOT damian ): you’re right and you should say it  [ .... ] ( 📩 → NOT damian ): miss martian is a cool alien, very excited though and the whole 0_0 reading minds thing is spooky so ya know ( 📩 → NOT damian ): i hear supergirl is an alien too  ( 📩 → NOT damian ): but she tried put a craigslist ad for new cousins so how NICE is she really? the real questions. 

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trunksandcapes​:

one word // nostalgia @supersxn​

          He remembered the day he was born like it was yesterday.

          He knew why everyone on Earth considered birth such a miracle. Lois was a strong woman, he knew, but the ordeal only gave him a reminder of that tenfold. He’d been so worried through the entire process until he was holding the bundle in his arms, swaddled in the cape off of his back. His child, his son. He could still feel the tears that threatened to fall down his smiling cheeks, remembering the warmth through the red, wind-battered fabric, being entirely too conscious of his enhanced strength as not to crush the precious gift in his arms. 

          And for someone who could race fast enough to see the world’s at a snails pace, his boy grew up far too quickly. Soon, he was moving out from under his parent’s watchful gaze, and Clark had promised he wouldn’t be too overbearing, wouldn’t check up on him too much… And yet, here he was, floating a few blocks away from the apartment he helped him move into, trying to figure out of he could hear his heartbeat among the rest of the pounding drums in the building. It was only as he started to drift away did the thought occur that he might be doing that helicoptering thing, grimacing at his actions and nearly turning tail before he looked back over his shoulder with a shy smile. There was his heart.

          “Sorry, I know I… I’m just so bad at the whole texting thing. Seems so impersonal. Your mother would kill me if she found me like this-”

It wasn’t hard to pick out his dad’s heartbeat amongst the crowd. There were a few he had memorized like the back of his hand: Mom, Dad, Kon, Kara, Ric, Damian. If Jon went looking for that one in particular he could pick them in just a few moment's time, the steady and familiar thrumming that was enough to reassure any anxiety that coursed through him. It was hard sometimes, in Jon’s mind, to reconcile the man with the man that Kon saw. The same man that taught him how to fly, that had reassured him when he caused a tree to burst into flames when he was merely ten and his heat vision burst out of him without notice. That his brother would not receive the stories Jon had well. 

It took a moment for Jon to realize that Clark was nearby. His laptop was tucked away, homework forgotten in favor of tugging on the suit quickly and taking to the sky outside of his apartment building to find his father hovering nearby. “It’s okay,” Jon offered with an amused grin, “you could have at least texted that you were nearby. I would have come out. You just look weird hovering.” He snorted, a smile lighting up his features. “Gets rid of the whole impersonal aspect.” A pause then a nod, “oh yeah. She’d flame your ass.” Another pause then grimace, “sorry, language, I know.”

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sonxfbatman​:

@supersxn sent ( 😊 ) a cute text

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[…] [📱to Jonathan ] [image attachment: Damian bookended by Ace and Alfred (the cat, not the person)] [📱to Jonathan ] the only thing missing here– [DELETED] [📱to Jonathan ] /we’re/ ready for patrol [📱to Jonathan ] /you’re/ late

( 📩 → dami!! 🦇 ): wow!! look at you three, ace looking as regal and spooky as ever ( 📩 → dami!! 🦇 ): i feel like him and titus could both eat me and they wouldn’t even care [ .... ] ( 📩 → dami!! 🦇 ): OH SORRY!! ( 📩 → dami!! 🦇 ): i was getting boba. i’m so sorry but i got you one! i’m on my way ASAP!!

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[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation @sonxfbatman​ 

It only took a moment for Jon to pick up on the third heartbeat in the apartment. It made Jon pause, frown in confusion, only for a surprised smile to pull at his lips when he recognized just who’s heartbeat it was. (The fact he listened to this one in particular so often he could tell it apart from any other one was enough to make a faint blush dust his cheeks.) He moved toward his bedroom and opened the door, seeing Damian in there with his bedroom window wide open.

“Dude.” Jon huffed out, more amusement laced in his tone than any actual exasperation. “Why do you always take the windows? There’s such a thing as knocking.” He moved into the room and was careful as he knocked his shoulder into his best friend’s (always careful, always holding back—). “You missed me, huh? That’s why you’re here? You couldn’t resist and had to come see my smiling face.” He quipped with a wide grin, “you’re in luck, it’s just you and me. Well, and Krypto, but that’s because he’s been chilling here while Kon’s been...” he trailed off, his face screwing up a bit. “Never mind. You hungry? I’ll order us pizza.” There was a tension that had trickled out of him steadily at the sight of Damian. Jon was thankful for it.

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@kxnel

( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i didn’t mean to not tell you i was freaking out about my whole... IDENTITY I GUESS? i guess i don’t even know what’s going on right now.  ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): you just left, you left and you won’t even listen to us. we just want to help you and just left— [UNSENT] ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): are you gonna even come back? it feels like the world has its eyes on me since there’s no you and there’s no dad and i can’t do this i’m not superman i never asked to be superman— [UNSENT] ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i never asked to be a half human half alien that isn’t accepted by either side, why not add a crisis about if i like girls alongside boys with it! [UNSENT] [ …. ] ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i’m just trying to figure it all out it just came out when i was texting kara i didn’t mean to ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i wish you were here to talk about it in person. 

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rictorscales​:

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(✉️ ➡️ bitch ass): [UNSENT] do you ever think about (✉️ ➡️ bitch ass): [UNSENT] you know, sometimes i still wonder how much i actually /belong/ here? it’s just (✉️ ➡️ bitch ass): [UNSENT] i feel like (✉️ ➡️ bitch ass): [UNSENT] i’m not (✉️ ➡️ bitch ass): if krypton was still around, do you think you’d live there? (✉️ ➡️ bitch ass): with other aliens and everything? 

[ .... ] ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): i....don’t know, honestly.  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): i'm only half alien. my dna is all wonky. half human and half alien. too alien for human standards  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): and well, too human for alien standards a lot of the time.  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): kryptonians were very concerned with genetics, getting the perfect person and my dad was actually the first natural born kryptonian in...ever? i think ever. i’m not sure. ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): i’m sure i’m an abomination in their eyes.  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): which like whoa that sucks, man.  [ .... ] ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): did i dump too much to a simple question? ya.  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): earth is my home as much as plenty other people like to say it isn’t. i was born here, man. it’s my home just as much as the next earthling. i’d stay here, i think. to answer your question. 

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maidenxfmight​:

[📱to Jon 🚀 ] miss martian can read your mind? [📱to Jon 🚀 ] j’onn could never read mine [📱to Jon 🚀 ] it’s all donuts and “wow snapper is a jerk” but it’s still nice not to have someone poking around in there […] [📱to Jon 🚀 ] wait, why not? what’s in there? are you hiding something? [📱to Jon 🚀 ] do you think jean has ever rick rolled someone with /her/ mind? just once, maybe she got fed up. the power she has

( 📩 → kara 💥 ): ...she can’t read yours? wowzers ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): it was weird, but then again m’gann (megan? m’gann? which one does she prefer?) is a weirdo. love her, but ya ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): pot meet kettle with that ig though! [ .... ] ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): hahaha yikes!!! [UNSENT] ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): i am a very predictable boy. i think? i think i am at least.  ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): nothing to hide except my inner turmoil over a woman  ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): anyways! i think she should if she hasn’t! very funny stuff

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[ assist ] for OUR MUSES to attempt to provide medical assistance to civilians. @dragonsdefender​

Jon wanted to help. It’s all he’s ever wanted to do since his dad sat him down and told him all of what he would be capable of. It felt like you had a responsibility to do something with the powers you had to help. It was something that had been sitting on his shoulders for a very long time and would for the rest of his life. Though, it was hard to help when the way people would immediately turn and run, scattering at the sight of the House of El symbol. The way that people kept pasting signs of anti-alien rhetoric all over the city. He bit his tongue and ignore how that kept happening in the dark of the blackout sweeping over New York. Bit back the anguished ‘I just want to help’ that threatened to tumble out.

Spotting Colleen, Jon quickly flew over and landed carefully, trying not to take it to heart when the person she was helping flinched. “Hi, I’m here to help. I have—” Going capeless for once, Jon shrugged off the backpack he had taken to wearing with a first aid kit tucked inside. “What do we need?” He asked Colleen as he finally tugged out the first kit and opened it up, turning to her for guidance. Hopefully, it would put the already terrified girl at somewhat ease. He could only imagine how much scarier it was to be hurt during the midst of this blackout. 

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( 😂 ) an embarrassing text @rictorscales

( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): do you think it’s possible to think you’re one thing and then it can change over time? [UNSENT] ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): i thought i knew who i was? well, to a degree. as well as i could i guess, i thought i knew that it seemed to be i just... [UNSENT] ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): i just liked boys mostly, i guess. now, i’m not so sure. [UNSENT] ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): that’s okay, right? that i changed my mind? or that things have changed. [UNSENT] ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): i don’t know. i’m really confused [UNSENT] ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): i saw my childhood friend cathy tonight and i stepped in cow poop.  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): i’m a good person i don’t deserve this? i don’t.  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): she laughed and it made me feel funny— you know what i feel like i didn’t deserve that laughter!!! the cows are AFTER ME, rictor.

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( 🌟 ) a late night text @maidenxfmight​

( 📩 → kara 💥 ): do you think it’s a blessing or a curse that we can’t read minds? i don’t think i could handle that responsibility along with the super strength ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): idk how miss martian or martian manhunter can handle it ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): but also like she read my mind one time and her voice was in my head? it was FREAKY dude i was like ‘whoa man don’t do that’ and she was like ‘but we do it on mars its fine!’ IS IT THOUGH? IS IT? ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): i don’t think i’d want you to be able to read my mind ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): i don’t want you knowing i still think about what you say almost every day— [UNSENT] ( 📩 → kara 💥 ): but also then i could rickroll you with my MIND that’d be sick.

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brxinixc5​:

[ ✉ ⟹  Jonathan Kent ] : Ah. Interesting. I shall study this further. [ ✉ ⟹  Jonathan Kent ] : … Is that some strange Earth code? I’m a little rusty on the art of text-based languages. [ ✉ ⟹  Jonathan Kent ] : I do hate to agree with the logic of your statement. It’s quite unfortunate that there are so few who were of the planet itself. Many of the past Brainiacs weren’t around for it either, and I do wish there were more stores of information. I do feel it could help us all understand a great deal more in many ways. [ ✉ ⟹  Jonathan Kent ] : Mathematics? Jonathan Kent, numbers are an essential study. Don’t tell me your current studies are giving you similar troubles.

( 📩 → brainy 🧠 ): oh it means if you know you know ( 📩 → brainy 🧠 ): its just a dumb lil acronom or like really text talk u know ( 📩 → brainy 🧠 ): yeah, you and me both dude  ( 📩 → brainy 🧠 ): i’m sure all of us really would want more info about krypton  ( 📩 → brainy 🧠 ): im doing somewhat fine in college at math! not great but its fine!