#As A Treat

[emil1863]

silly brothers.

[s0up1ta]

my first attempts at drawing bro

[sharpjay217]

Listen, I think Philza Minecraft and EthosLab would get along great, they’d also just have no idea what to do with each other 90% of the time.

Then one day you'd tune into a stream and it would be one of those times where Phil is incredibly chill. Meanwhile, Etho would be making the most compact collection of sus comments he ever has. This balances out into what is basically a regular adult conversation and a very chilled out, fun stream for the crows.

The Ethogirls would be panicking.

[hurricane-creates]

Soundwave is at his best when he's secretly a freak, I think.

Yeah long suffering Soundwave is funny, but consider: he too is a decepticon. He wanted to be there. He CHOSE to be there. He climbed to the top just like Megatron and Starscream and Shockwave.

Soundwave is just as off it as the others, he's just professional about it.

[sparrowsong-7]

A Glimpse at the Past

Seems our little stray has a name after all...

[ellynneversweet]

Okay so who has written something set in Sabriel from Touchstone’s perspective? I was thinking about this earlier (it’s been some years since my last reread) remembering how last time I reread them I was going ‘oh ho ho she just thinks he’s a weird surly dude meanwhile his last memory is his entire family being massacred in front of him by his own undead brother in order to pollute the very magical system that keeps the world turning (probably while he was hungover) before her ancestor went and turned him into a magic statue because he quite rightly had a violent psychotic break and it was going to take a while to fix, and now he’s escorting a baby Abhorsen with foreign manners around a post-apocalyptic version of his home.’

[bootleg-grandpa]

"Stan has no idea, but he did it. He saved the world. He saved me. You're our hero, Stanley."

*Something something*- no matter againts who or what-Stan will always protect his bro

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[shyaringan]

in the eye of the beholder 💚

[wolfythewitch]

son. my son

[littlemushroomboi]

post canon board games

[alienzil]

Nanny Danny

“That is a whole ass baby,” was the only thought running through Lex Luthor’s head when the scientist proudly showed him the tube containing Project KR. It was not remotely the sort of thing he would normally think and most definitely not what he had expected to be thinking the first time he saw the clone.

He’d been pleased when he’d read the reports indicating the success of KR after years of failures. Lex had poured millions of dollars and literally his own blood into ensuring a clone of the alien could be made, one that would be under his total control instead of the unknown aspirations of Superman.  He’d wanted to see the fruits of his labors personally but this…

It. No, not an it. He scrunched his tiny face and smacked his lips and…did he smirk? Was that HIS SMIRK on that baby’s face?! No. No. Babies this small didn’t smile or smirk. They passed gas and their sleep deprived and addled parents mistook it for an intelligent response. He’d heard enough inane conversations in the Lexcorp office about the various progeny of his employees to pick up on that but still. This child had Kryptonian DNA, not to mention his own contribution. Surely, he was far more advanced than the dribbling potato shaped lump of an infant whose pictures he’d been forced to smile and nod over when Mark from accounting had rudely shoved them in his face at the last quarterly budget meeting. Yes, that was definitely a smirk. His, that was his smirk.

“So as you can see its growth is well within expected parameters and we’re planning to start phase one of accelerating the maturation process tomorrow once the testing is do-”

“Take him out.”

“Sir? The testing can all be accomplished while it remains in the tube. There’s no need to-”

“I said, take him out. The project is cancelled.”

“What?! Mr. Luthor you can’t!”

“I think you’ll find I can. Now get me my son.”

*****

Two years later

“Call them again”

“Sir, I’ve called them seven times. They won’t answer.”

“Then call another agency!”

“There isn’t another agency, Sir”

Lex glared at his assistant who stared back at him impassively. Mercy stood by the door staring off into the distance and pretending she didn’t notice him being bested by his own secretary.

He stopped himself from shouting again and took a deep breath before asking, “Then what, exactly, do you propose I do Mrs. Anderson? Adjust my entire schedule around naptimes? Find a toddler size lab coat and safety goggles and bring my son with me to tour the new clean energy project on Thursday? Perhaps buy a tiny business suit while I’m at it for the next board meeting?”

“I’m not suggesting anything of the sort, Mr. Luthor. I’m telling you that no childcare agency in Metropolis will return my calls anymore. Most won’t even answer.  You’ve gone through 27 nannies in the last 3 months. You need someone better suited to your son’s…special needs.”

Lex snorted. “Special needs might be a bit of understatement. He can lift a car over his head and his favorite word right now is No.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Thank you for…clarifying the situation, Marjorie. If there’s nothing else, you can leave.”

His secretary didn’t move. She looked at him like she was waiting for something and now that he was paying attention, he saw she was holding a file.  “Did you have a suggestion?”

Looking pleased with herself she responded, “Actually, yes, I did.”

“Well?”

She set the file on his desk and flipped it open. He looked down at the first page and raised an eyebrow, “What am I looking at here?”

“This,” she responded pulling out the top set of papers and spreading them out, “is the employee file and background check for Daniel J. Fenton, an intern that started in our engineering department about 4 months ago. He has one sibling, two parents and several close friends he regularly meets with. His current supervisor has nothing but good things to say about him and reports he gets along well with all his coworkers.”

She set out the next set of papers, neatly arranging them on the desk to be easily seen. “These are newspaper articles and screenshots of social media posts regarding a small town vigilante locally known as Phantom. The same small town, Mr. Fenton is from coincidentally. Also coincidentally, Phantom made his first appearance only a few weeks after Mr. Fenton was involved in a minor accident in his parent’s home laboratory when he was 14, the medical records for the incident are included.”

“Hmm,” Lex said observing several photos of Phantom and a younger Fenton arranged in order of similar poses and facial expressions and printed out side by side.

“Finally,” she said handing him the last set of papers directly, “this would be a report from the lab Mr. Fenton works in from an incident that happened yesterday. A test with a new protype went wrong and started a fire. Everyone evacuated per protocol when the alarms went off but one of the other interns was working on a programming issue off to the side of the lab while wearing headphones and didn’t hear the alarm or notice the fire. Mr. Fenton noticed his absence and returned to the lab to get him out.” She stopped talking and let him look at the last several pages in the file, a series of photographs of the lab.

“Is this ice?”

“Yes, it is. It’s several inches thick and covers half of the lab. It completely put out the fire leaving minimal damage.”

“This machine was moved?”

“It was. It was very close to the flames and would have required replacement if exposed to extreme heat or cold. That particular piece of equipment also weighs several thousand pounds and was bolted to the floor.”

Lex read through everything in detail then clasped his hands under his chin and stared at the photo of Daniel Fenton for several moments before turning back to his waiting secretary.

“Have HR send Mr. Fenton up. I’d like to offer him a promotion.”

[leahaart]

[mooreaux]

Y'all I wish it was "no thoughts head empty"- instead I'm "many thoughts head full" bitch I am at capacity

[teaboot]

There are so many books and movies and stories and such where some great and powerful figure points to the weird and awkward scruffy loses boy and says "YOU" and the loser boy points to himself and goes "me?" And through trials and tribulations becomes strong and confident and heroic and hot and I'm just saying if we're doing that anyways it's not so much a stretch if the loser is a girl in act 1