#Chris Mayo

[flashfuckingflesh]

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“August Underground’s Penance” on Blu-ray/DVD Combo Set. Purchase Here! Armed with a digital camcorder and a dark desire to kidnap and brutally torture, rape, and murder random people, deranged serial killers Peter Mountain and his girlfriend Crusty are now a gruesome twosome after the demise of Crusty’s brother Maggot.  The couple’s documentarized carnage continues forward near Pittsburgh where…

[dearjewels22]

Happy birthday to THE GOAT! THE BULL! HIM!

[bookishtheaterlover7]

https://www.tumblr.com/red-dead-tomb-raider/744638535512064000/this-is-hilarious

We just need to wait for a whole video. Because people only posted part of it, and now when there are more people posting we able to see the whole picture.

The red suit itself is okay (not his best look, not his worst look), but the fact that background was also red and yellow didn’t play out for him well.

Like I said, An🫶n. He's wearing the colors of the only flag his "wife" knows.

But I don't want that kind of bad juju here, so I won't post it.

But you get the flag that comes with her Notoriety 👀

That or to make sure he blends in so that he can hide his shame which he's definitely not feeling anymore 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[c-40]

A-T-3 071 The Red Krayola

Late 1960s Austin psychedelia meets late 1970s London post-punk (call it Experimental, call it Art Rock, just don't call it Progressive) Mayo Thompson of Red Crayola (label mates of perhaps better know Austin psychedelic band The 13th Floor Elevators) moved to England in the 1970s and joined art collective Art & Language. Thompson produced many Rough Trade Records releases between 1979-1981 including pre-pop Scritti Politti, The Raincoats, The Monochrome Set, The Fall, Cabaret Voltaire

This led to the reforming the Red Crayola as The Red Krayola (for legal reasons) with Mayo Thompson leading the band

Black Snakes was The Red Krayola With Art & Language's third studio album. The line-up changed from 1981's Kangaroo?, Epic Soundtracks (A-T-2 182), Lora Logic (ex-X-Ray Specs), and Gina Birch (The Raincoats) had all left. The Black Snakes line-up keeps Ben Annesley (Essential Logic), Pere Ubu's Allen Ravenstine (Mayo Thompson had joined Pere Ubu in 1980 when their new band sign to Rough Trade) the new member is Chris Taylor (of Gong)

The Red Krayola With Art & Language - The Sloths

The Red Krayola With Art & Language - Hedges

Red Krayola put out 1983 Three Songs on a Trip to the United States, it's a short album by Thompson and Ravenstine (both now in Pere Ubu) with the re-addition of Jesse Chamberlain on drums. Chamberlain had played on Art & Language's debut record as well as Red Krayola's return under the leadership of Mayo Thompson Soldier-Talk (most of the live tracks on Three Songs on a Trip to the United States are from the Soldier-Talk era, recorded in Cologne, Germany, 28th August 1983). Chamberlain had been drummer for The Necessaries (A-T-2 238) and backed Elliot Murphy on the albums Murph The Surf and Milwaukee

Red Krayola - California Girl

Red Krayola - Disipline live version of the track from Soldier-Talk

Red Krayola - Caribbean Postcard

Red Krayola - X live version of the track from Soldier-Talk

Lizzie Borden's feminist sci-fi movie Born In Flames is released in 1983. It gets it's name from The Red Crayola's 1980 single (written by Art & Language, performed by the same line-up as Kangaroo?), is also used in the movie

[jukeboxofjellycat]

Today, Wednesday May 24, 2023, I got the birth year of my dear and beloved Mark Stoermer 😘😍❤️, of course also Chris Martin. 😙🙋😄 I finally did it, thank you very much for following my Tumblr and making this possible! 🤗

[betweendevilanddeepbluesea]

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[kenttsterling]

Will Levis, is he #Colts type? Non-QB picks to watch! Blue - mascot of the year!

[longliverockback]

Yardbirds Birdland 2003 Favored Nations ————————————————— Tracks: 01. I’m Not Talking 02. Crying out for Love 03. The Nazz Are Blue with Jeff Baxter 04. For Your Love with Johnny Rzeznik 05. Please Don’t Tell Me ‘bout the News 06. Train Kept A-Rollin’ with Joe Satriani 07. Mr. Saboteur 08. Shapes of Things with Steve Vai 09. My Blind Life with Jeff Beck 10. Over, under, Sideways, Down with Slash 11. You’re a Better Man than I with Brian May 12. Mystery of Being 13. Dream within a Dream 14. Happenings Ten Years Time Ago with Steve Lukather 15. An Original Man (a Song for Keith) —————————————————

Jeff Baxter

Jeff Beck

Chris Dreja

Alan Glen 

Saul Hudson “Slash”

John Idan

Steve Lukather

Brian May

Gypie Mayo

Jim McCarty

Johnny Rzeznik

Joe Satriani

Steve Vai

* Long Live Rock Archive

[chriswhitewolf]

Moves from Utah to Iowa, remembers that Fry Sauce just doesn't exist here for some gods-forsaken reason, mixes my own fry sauce in a Tupperware that I keep in the fridge so I don't have to make it every time I make a burger or fries cause ADHD would take that extra task and decide to just not eat instead of doing it every time.

All of this to say I do indeed have a Tupperware of fry sauce sitting on my shelf in the fridge because I can't get it at restaurants and it's the best thing ever. I mean who wants a burger or fries or tater tots without fry sauce??

[astrolynnworld]

beach day

pairing: chris x reader

summary: you’re at the beach with friends and chris gets a boner from seeing you in your bathing suit.

warnings: smut! teasing, exhibition, language, sneaky, sex in the changing room.

a/n- another request but i changed it up a bit 🫡 love this rec.

word count: 1,226

nick and madi had planned this beach trip almost a week ago when they had seen that the weather was going to be in the 90s this weekend

they invited a few friends and told us to meet at madi’s house so we can all go together

so here i am putting on some shorts over my bathing suit before packing a beach bag and heading over to madi’s

once i arrive, i greet everyone with a hug before noticing chris’s gaze wash over my body

i ignore because i figure he’s just not used to seeing so much of me considering i only ever wear hoodies and sweats

we hop into car and laura drives us to the beach

once we get there we walk in and find a spot on the same where we could settle it. the beach was somewhat crowded but not as packed as it always is

i take off my shorts as we get ready to go into the ocean but i continue to notice chris’s gaze onto me

he tried to hide it whenever i would look over at him but i still noticed

we went into the water and had fun with the waves for about half and hour before heading back to our site to grab a snack

we all sat around as we ate our chips and sandwiches that laura had packed for us

“thank god for laura” nick states out loud as we all share a laugh

i take a bite of my turkey sandwich that she had prepped this morning and melt into the flavor

“you got mayo on your lip” chris says as he points to his face to show me where it would be on mine

i take my finger and slowly drag the mayo into my mouth

“good?” i ask

he nods his head slowly

i turn my contact back to nick, matt, and madi’s conversation as i notice chris start to adjust himself from the corner of my eye

i get up to throw my sandwich wrapper out as i look down at him and make eye contact.

i notice the slight bulge that sits uncomfortably in his pants as he tries to hide it

was he hard from me? i question myself as i clean myself off and sit back down next to madi

i look back over at him and see him already staring down at me with a slight pout

he looks so bothered sexually. i can’t just sit here and ignore him

“im gonna try to find the bathrooms, chris come help” i insist out loud as an excuse to leave

“yeah sure.” he says before getting up and trying to shield his bulge away from our friends

i guide him to the changing room as he follows blindly

“wh- what are we doing?” he says shyly

“it’s okay chris, i’m gonna take care of you” i say while slowly undoing my bra

he groans at the sight of my freed breasts before trying to further hide boner

i remove his hands, “no need to hide from me baby. i already know what you need” i say as i sink down onto my knees

i place soft kisses on his bulge from the outside of his pants, creating a soft moan to escape chris’s lips

“shh baby, you gotta be quiet so nobody hears you” i say before sliding his pants down to free his cock

his dick twitches at the contact of my hands when i wrap around his shaft and wrap my mouth around the tip

he covers his mouth to mask his moans at the start a moving pace onto his cock

i jerk his cock back and forth as i use my mouth to push deep down into him.

circling my tongue around the tip whenever i needed a break from using my mouth

i felt the dripping precum leak into my mouth from his arousal as he squirms against the back wall of the changing room

“are you close baby?” i whisper up to him

he nods with his eyes shuttered

i remove my lips from his cock as a plea of confusion erupts all over his face

“sit” i insist

as he sits down on the bench that was accessible in all the dressing rooms, i slowly slide out my bikini bottoms and straddle onto him

i wrap my hands around his neck as he has his hands on my waist

i start to kiss him as i grind against his cock, feeling him moan and whine into my lips.

i angle his cock under me and i slowly start to sink down as hold back my breath from the filling pleasure

chris throws his head back into the wall as i start a fair pace of bouncing up and down on his cock

“f- fuck i don’t know how long i can’t la- last… mmm you’re so fucking tight you’re squeezing against me” he stutters out

i tilt his head to look at me as i ride his cock, “hold out for as long as you can okay? and don’t break eye contact. or i’m gonna stop”

he nods his head as his breath starts to pick up

i cover his mouth to hold him back from making too much noise

with my other hand i start to circle my clit as i continue to look into his eyes.

his eyes flutter back and forth ask he tries to hold back his pleasure

i remove my hand and i start to kiss him again, sloppily kisses with quiet moans that fill into each other as i bounce and circle my clit on his cock

i felt the knot of pleasure in my stomach start to fall loose. i start to bounce on his cock faster as i speed up the circulation on my clit

chris whimpers into the air, “fuck. you c- can’t do th- that. i’m not gonna be able to hold back”

“it’s okay baby, you can cum now. let it all go into me” i say as i start to feel myself release onto his cock

i cover his mouth as i notice his breath start to fasten.

he lets out a hard “mmmmm” into my hands as i feel him slightly thrust up into me, indicating his arrival.

i cover his mouth and he lets his head fall back again the wall

“you’re a freak for getting turned on by the sight of me in a bathing suit” i laugh trying to lighten the mood

“i can’t help it, not when this bathing suit highlights every feature of your beauty” he breaths out

i hop myself off him and lend him a hand up before i start to put my bikini back on

we leave the changing room and head to bathroom so i can clean up while he waits outside

after i finish we head back to our spot where matt, nick, and madi are waiting for us

“what took you guys so long?” nick asks shamelessly

“the bathrooms line was so long you’d think we were on the waitlist to enter the gates of heaven..” i lie

they all share a laugh while i look at chris

“yeah no it was fucking crazy.” chris adds before looking back at me with a smirk

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[megalony]

Pregnancy Pains

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, based on an anon request which I hope you will all like. It's a spin-off from Bedroom Talk, but can be read as a stand-alone. Let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Bedroom Talk

Part 2

Summary: (Y/n) and Eddie's second pregnancy is far from simple and it seems that everything which can go wrong, does go wrong.

Enjoy.

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"What's for dinner?"

"Um, I don't… what do you want, baby?" Tilting her head forward, (Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to ward off the dizziness swirling around her head. It felt like a storm was rolling in, taking over her senses.

Her vision started to come over with spots. A horrible ringing burned in her ears like chapel bells were going off inside her eardrums. She could feel her heartbeat pounding through every inch of her skin and every crevace of her body. She wanted to be sick. Her throat was tightening up with that horrible urge to gag and puke and her stomach was tensing and pulling inwards.

Deep breaths didn't do much to clear her vision, but (Y/n) tried her best to smile. The last thing she wanted was to worry Chris.

Her head turned to the left and she looked down at Chris who was smiling up at her with wide eyes and a big grin.

The ringing sensation continued to flood her ears, but she could see a little better when she blinked rapidly and and tried to get moving instead of keeling over in the garden. She grabbed the wash basket and tucked it against her waist under her arm.

She managed a smile when Chris reached out and laced his hand with hers, leaning his head on her arm as they made their way back inside.

"Tuna sandwich?" Chris tilted his head back to look up at (Y/n) and his radiant smile made her want to smile down at him, but his suggestion made her stomach curdle.

With a quiet hum and a nod of her head, (Y/n) followed Chris into the kitchen and set the wash basket down on the table.

She let Chris grab the mayo from the fridge and a tin of tuna from the cupboard while she took deep, steadying breaths and tried to bulk herself up to prepare his lunch. (Y/n) already knew she wouldn't be eating anything for lunch today. She hadn't managed anything to eat yesterday, not even a ginger biscuit as she threw it back up immediately.

Even fluids weren't staying down anymore. Coffee smelt horrid. Hot chocolate was too thick and settled too heavy on her stomach. Juice was acidic even if it was watered down and it made her queasy. And (Y/n) couldn't manage one sip of water before she chucked it back up again.

"Get the bread then, baby." She washed her trembling hands before she found the tin opener, but she couldn't find the will to open it yet. She knew as soon as she smelt the fish, her stomach was going to rocket and she would start heaving.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) tilted her head down and moved her free hand to cradle her stomach. Scrutinising her small bump as if she could see through her stomach to the baby she was carrying.

Why was this pregnancy so horrid?

Her pregnancy with Chris had been a breeze. She barely felt sick, she always had energy and very little back ache and she could walk for miles and work just fine without feeling like she was going to keel over. Chris's pregnancy up until his birth had been a delight and (Y/n) loved every moment of it.

The second time around was not a charm. She was five months now and it seemed to have dragged on for a year. She had had two extra midwife appointments already because her morning sickness was so extreme she could barely drink. Eddie had taken her down to the emergency room twice in the last two months when she became so dehydrated she collapsed.

She had very little energy. Considering (Y/n) worked from home, she had to reduce her workload because she couldn't get out of bed some days and she felt so lethargic and run down. Even taking care of Chris was a struggle when he never used to be.

"Here, mum." Chris leaned his head on her arm and placed two slices of bread down on the counter.

He began to drum his fingers on the counter in time with the music blasting on the radio that sounded like static in (Y/n)'s ears.

(Y/n) could feel her hand shaking as she turned the tin opener and she found a spoon, carefully tipping the tuna into a plastic bowl. She moved the bowl in front of Chris and let him squeeze in a large amount of mayo and begin stirring.

A ragged breath pushed past her lips and (Y/n) clamped her hand down on the counter, moving her other hand to draw circles on her stomach that was churning like a cement mixer. Her lips felt chapped and dry. Her throat was tightening. Her stomach was ready to heave, even though she knew she had nothing left to throw up.

And (Y/n) dreaded to think what Eddie was going to say when she told him she hadn't eaten in two days, nearing three. Or technically, she had eaten a few biscuits in those days, but hadn't managed to keep them down.

(Y/n)'s head tilted back to tense her neck as she spread the tuna across the bread and cut it into triangles, just how Chris liked it. Once he was seated at the kitchen table, (Y/n) put the sandwich and a pack of crisps in front of him and moved to get herself a drink of water.

She didn't feel well.

Her head was still pounding like someone was smashing her skull with a hammer and her thighs were starting to jutter with each step she took. There was no energy left in her body. (Y/n) felt like she was depleted, left on one percent battery and moving wasn't going to be an option soon.

(Y/n) took a few small sips of water and it felt good to finally drink something and clear her dry throat. Her throat was always dry and sore these days from how frequently she was being sick.

But when a wave of tuna washed under her nose, (Y/n) could feel her eyes watering and she wanted to cry.

A burning sensation coursed up the back of her throat and her stomach started to ache as she doubled over the sink. Coughs anchored up from her chest, water spluttered past her lips and her stomach squeezed like she had been stabbed.

Once she started, she couldn't stop.

All (Y/n) could do was dry-heave and gasp for air that she couldn't get because her body was intent on making sure her stomach was clear, even of bile.

"Mum, you okay?" The way she coughed made Chris wonder if she was choking on a crisp. But he couldn't see any food near her that she was eating. He hadn't seen her eat in a while.

"Hm-" (Y/n) broke off to spit the last bit of water into the sink.

Her left hand smothered her temple and she groaned when she realised she was burning up. Her skin was flush with sweat and giving off heatwaves that could rival the sun. Her body was beginning to shake and she could barely bend or move her fingers anymore from how lethargic she was starting to feel.

When her knees started to quake, (Y/n) didn't hide her whimper and she pulled away from the sink so she could slump down on the kitchen floor.

"Mum!" Chris whined and pushed off his seat so he could go down on his knees beside her. His hand gave her thigh a squeeze while he leaned over to the table and found her phone. "Do I call dad?" Chris began to shake his hand in a stimming manner but he clenched the phone tight so he didn't drop it.

Eddie gave him instructions. If his mum was crying or she was sick, he needed to message Eddie and let him know. If she collapsed or became incoherent, he had to call Eddie until he answered or call his uncle Buck to get help.

Chris wasn't sure if this was the kind of situation where he called his dad or just messaged him to say his mum wasn't well.

"No, I- I will… go eat in t-the living room baby, please?" (Y/n) couldn't open her eyes. she tried but everything started to blur. She tucked her chin down into her chest and let Chris place her phone on her thigh.

The whine of protest he let out showed he wasn't happy about this, he didn't want to leave her. But he had been asked to leave the room and seeing his mum distressed only made him panic too and would start him stimming and send him into a meltdown. He picked up his half-finished plate of lunch and shuffled out into the living room.

(Y/n) didn't know if Eddie would be able to answer the phone or not. He was at work, there was a fifty-fifty chance that he would be out on a call with his phone either in his locker or left in the truck. She didn't want to bother him, she really didn't. But she could see that she didn't have a choice.

If she stayed home with Chris and didn't call someone, she was going to pass out and then who would look after Chris? What would he do if she collapsed?

She needed Eddie.

Her phone shook as she pressed the cold screen against her burning ear and moved her other arm to bind it tightly around her waist so she didn't start heaving again.

"Ola baby, you feeling any better today?"

Eddie's voice was like music to (Y/n)'s ears that were still ringing and she realised she clearly wasn't well because she had blocked out the sound of the radio. Her brain was starting to close down functions, her ears were tuning out, her legs were trembling and shutting down and she was sure she would be passing out at any given moment.

"I- I'm sorry." She did well to stop her voice from shaking but she couldn't give Eddie pleasantries when she felt this bad. She needed to tell him quickly what was going on before she passed out.

"What?" A small laugh tumbled past Eddie's lips as he planted his free hand down on his hip. He didn't know what that meant, but he had a few ideas. "Alright baby, what've you done?"

Whenever she apologised before telling him why, Eddie would find that she'd dropped and broken something. Or she had agreed to the pair of them going out somewhere without asking him first. Or like the time she had agreed they would take Chris to the museum- which Eddie ended up doing alone when (Y/n) had a hospital appointment she couldn't rearrange.

"Can y-you come home? Eddie please…" (Y/n) couldn't help but sniff at the end of her words, trying to stop herself from breaking off into a sob.

"Why, what's wrong? Are you okay, has something happened?"

This conversation wasn't going the way Eddie thought and he could feel his heart leaping up into his throat at the sound of his wife crying. He hated to see or hear her cry. He hated not being able to calm and comfort her when she was like this.

"It's happening again-" (Y/n) couldn't get through the end of her sentence before she tilted her head down towards her thighs and started to heave. Horrid, gasping sounds rumbled past her lips as she coughed and gagged.

There was nothing left to throw up, why couldn't her body understand that? Why couldn't her body realise that she needed some sort of substance to keep going? She needed water. The baby needed water and food and nutrients and right now the baby was going to be suffering.

"What? Baby is it the morning sickness?"

"Hm, it's b-bad."

"Alright, tell me the last time you ate something, and be honest with me." Understanding was laced into Eddie's tone but there was a stern hint to his voice that made (Y/n) shiver.

She didn't usually tell him. She didn't like worrying him and Eddie knew this had to be bad for her to ring him when he was at work. She had to feel ill or worry that the baby wasn't okay if she was asking him to come home.

"Two… three days?"

"(Y/n)! You should have called me!"

Hearing her name pass through his lips in that tone made (Y/n) shiver and she couldn't help but cry in response.

If Eddie knew it was this bad he wouldn't have gone to work yesterday. If she told him the truth he would have stayed home to look after her and Chris and if she called him earlier he would of left work early to be with her. She couldn't hide things like this from him and just hope and pray she would be able to get better on her own soon.

"Fuck. Baby I'm sorry, God I'm coming to get you now, okay? Try and drink some water for me, and I-"

"I can't, it w- it won't stay down."

"I'll be ten minutes."

Eddie was true to his word, barely ten minutes after ending the phone call with (Y/n), he stumbled through the front door and took a look around. He found Chris in the living room. He was perched on the sofa, bashing his hands down on the sofa in a violent stim as he swayed back and forth, trying to focus on the cartoons playing on the tv.

"Bud, where's your mum?"

"Kitchen. She said wait in here for you."

"Good lad, go put your shoes on please." Eddie already had a gut feeling that he would be taking (Y/n) down to the emergency room when he got home. Knowing she wasn't letting Chris sit with her showed how badly she felt and cemented the fact in his mind that she needed to see a doctor.

When Chris got up to do as he was asked, Eddie hurried into the kitchen and took a look around.

There she was. His girl, slumped on the floor in front of the sink. She had her legs curled beneath her and both arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. Her head was slumped to the side against the cabinet and tears were drenching her face and falling down he bridge of her nose and off her chin.

"Alright baby, let me take a look at you."

He went down on his knees in front of her and gently cupped her face in his hands, leaning her up off the cabinet. He didn't like the way her hands shook as she moved to grab his wrists or the pain he could see swirling in her watering eyes when she looked up at him.

His index and middle fingers pressed down against her neck to check her pulse. It was racing.

The back of his hand pressed against her temple and he clicked his tongue; she was flushed and sweating.

He hooked his finger against her bottom lip and gently tugged it down so he could peer into her mouth. The inside of her lips were discoloured, both lips were dry and chapped. Her pupils were constricted, she could barely keep her focus settled on him.

"You haven't managed to eat anything, not a bit of toast or anything?" When she shook her head, Eddie leaned forward and kissed her temple. "When was the last time you actually had a drink and managed to keep it down?"

The question swirled around in (Y/n)'s head, but she didn't have the answer. Eddie had been at work. It was hard to piece together the days when he was at work and she and Chris were at home. When Eddie was home the other day, he hadn't seen (Y/n) eat anything and but he knew she'd managed a few drinks. But he went to work, he had no way of knowing if she kept those drinks down or if she threw them back up after he left.

Her inability to answer gave Eddie the information he needed. His wife was severely dehydrated, and he needed to get her to the emergency room. Again.

"Alright, shh it's okay. We're going to the hospital mi amor, okay?"

(Y/n) looped her arms around Eddie's neck and let her tears soak into his shoulder while he pressed a flurry of kisses against her temple. He curved an arm around her back and the other beneath her knees and effortlessly lifted her bridal style.

"Chris, get in the car buddy." He nodded when Chris pointed at the car keys and bustled ahead. They had done this dance before. Chris would unlock and open the car so Eddie could carry (Y/n) and get her in. When (Y/n) whimpered into his neck, Eddie tilted his head down against hers and tucked her tighter into his chest if it were possible. "Shh, you're gonna be just fine, mi amor. I've got you."

This would be the second time this month Eddie had taken (Y/n) down to the emergency room. It would be their third visit due to dehydration with this pregnancy.

How many more times would he have to take her before they could find something that would help her? Why was she struggling so much this time when she had been perfectly fine when they had Chris?

***

Eddie lifted his head up off his hand and rattled his fingers through his hair. His head tilted down to look at Chris who was tucked under his right arm with his head in the middle of Eddie's chest. Chris had his legs curled up on the other side of the sofa while Eddie had his feet on the coffee table to stretch out.

They had been watching Scooby Doo for the last hour and during most of it, Eddie had zoned out or started to fall asleep. But he woke up almost straight away when Chris shifted round or started to laugh or mutter the lines.

When Chris tilted his head back into Eddie's chest to look up at him, Eddie smiled softly and moved his hand up and down Chris's arm.

"Ready for bed?" Eddie didn't know about Chris, but he himself was certainly ready to climb into bed.

Eddie had been on a night shift last night and when he came home in the morning, he told himself he wouldn't get into bed during the day and fall asleep. Whenever he did that, he either didn't sleep during the night or he made himself feel tired and sick when he had to wake up in the afternoon to pick Chris up from school.

But when he came home and found (Y/n) laid up in bed, Eddie couldn't resist and he had to join her. She didn't feel well.

Morning sickness had tapered down now but still came and went whenever it liked, even at seven months along. And for the past two days, (Y/n) had gone downhill with her energy level and her back pain. She barely got Chris to school on time this morning and when she came home, she bundled herself in bed and tried to sleep off the pains she had.

It was a comfort when Eddie joined her and they spent the majority of the day in bed. When Eddie brought Chris home from school, Chris had sat in bed with (Y/n) for a while to keep her company.

But after tea, Eddie told Chris to stay with him in the living room and let (Y/n) rest and sleep on her own.

"Can I say night to mummy?"

"Go on then, but don't wake her if she's asleep please."

Chris hopped up from the sofa and headed down the hall while Eddie busied himself turning the tv and the lights off. It was early, but he was tired too.

Chris pushed the bedroom door open and took a look around. The lights and the lamp were turned off, but the tv was on, although it was almost on mute with how low the volume was. The light from the tv shone on the bed and let Chris see where he was going as he wandered over to his mum's side.

She was laid on her side, her face buried in the pillows and he figured she was warm as the cover was only pulled up to her knees. He wandered over until he was next to the side table and gently flopped on the edge of the bed on his stomach. His chin propped up on (Y/n)'s arm that was about to dangle off the side of the bed and he smiled up at her.

"Hm, hi baby," (Y/n)'s voice was laced with sleep and she tiredly flopped her left arm around until it draped over Chris's shoulders. She tried to open her eyes and push her face down until she could kiss his curls.

"I told you not to wake her," Eddie chided quietly from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms folded over his chest. But the smile on his face was enough of a giveaway that he wasn't annoyed. He would just rather have (Y/n) sleep while she could. God knows she hadn't been sleeping through the night recently when she felt sick, despite how run down and tired she was during the day.

"Night mummy." Chris kissed her cheek and giggled into her neck when she tightened her arm around him and pressed a sloppy kiss to his neck.

"Night baby."

It didn't feel like five minutes had passed since Chris left the room and (Y/n) suddenly realised Eddie was climbing in bed behind her. And she realised the tv was turned off. She must have drifted back off to sleep again while he tucked Chris in bed.

A smile pulled at her lips and she leaned back when Eddie's bare chest moulded up against her back. His lips attached to the side of her neck and his arm looped around her waist, keeping her pinned back against him. She felt his hand drift beneath her shirt and he began to draw lazy patterns along her stomach.

He may not be a fan of how ill and in pain (Y/n) was during this pregnancy, but he sure was a fan of her growing stomach. He had been in the army when she was pregnant with Chris, the best Eddie got was pictures and seeing (Y/n)'s changing shape over a bad internet connection. This time, he was here to touch and feel and see it with his own eyes.

"How you feeling?" Eddie mumbled into her neck and he stayed still and compliant when (Y/n) reached up to hold his hand that was on her stomach.

She gingerly moved his hand down until his palm was pressed against the left side of her stomach near the middle.

"Hurts there… she must be kicking me." She felt Eddie's right arm move beneath her pillow and her hand moved to hold his arm and tuck it beneath her neck instead so she could lean on him. She kissed his wrist and burrowed down against him. (Y/n) wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but she felt like she could sleep for a month.

It had been lovely this afternoon to curl up in bed with Eddie and watch a movie and drift in and out of sleep together. Even if she did have twinging pains and a bad headache, (Y/n) had been thrilled to spend some down time with him.

Her lips curved into a tired grin when she felt Eddie's fingers feathering over her stomach and he pressed his lips against the back of her hair. Moving his leg to rest between her thighs.

"Least she's sleeping now." Eddie muttered back since he couldn't feel their daughter wriggling or kicking about. Not like this morning, she had been moving like mad earlier.

"Fuck… Eddie!"

Tilting his head back, Eddie let out a groan and tried to open his eyes. He could feel his left arm being tugged and pulled until his shoulder almost came out of its socket.

He pulled his arm out of (Y/n)'s grip and pressed his hands down on the mattress so he could groggily sit himself up and try to wake up. The bedside lamp was on, basking the room in a golden orange glow. He gave his head a little shake to ward off the sleep from his eyes and he looked over to his right at (Y/n).

She was sat up and seemed to be hunched forward with her knees curled up near her stomach. Her left hand had shifted from his arm to clench tightly around his thigh while her right hand moved across her stomach.

"Baby, what's up?" He inched closer to be at her side and moved his right hand so he could rub circles on her back.

Did she feel sick? Was her back hurting again and she couldn't sleep?

"It hurts, really bad."

When she turned to look at him, Eddie realised tears were drenching her face and her lower lip was wobbling and threatening to fall. The pain was evident in her eyes and by the way she was twitching and trembling back and forth. He didn't have to ask to know where the pain was.

"Contractions?" He almost didn't have the nerve to ask and before (Y/n) could give him an answer, Eddie moved. He turned so he was facing her and rolled her shirt up over her stomach so he could examine her.

"No, I- I don't think so." She couldn't be sure, but she didn't think it was contractions. (Y/n) thought she remembered that pain being lower down in her abdomen and near her pelvis. This pain was around the middle and towards the side of her abdomen. It didn't feel low enough.

Her back clicked and she tensed and shrugged back from his touch when he pressed down on her stomach. It felt like he had physically cut through a nerve and (Y/n) couldn't help but whimper.

She didn't like the way Eddie tore his fingers through his hair. That was something he did when he was panicking.

"Eddie…?"

"I'm taking you back to hospital, just… just let me call Buck and see if he can have Chris."

Whatever the problem was, Eddie didn't like it and he didn't want to hang around and wait for it to get worse. They needed to make another trip down to the emergency room and that either meant taking Chris with them in the middle of the night or finding someone to come over and watch him.

Her eyes followed Eddie as he scoured the floor for his lounge shirt he had tossed somewhere when he came to bed. He found it and shrugged it over his head while he clicked on Evan's contact and prayed Evan was a light sleeper and would hear his phone ring. He knew Evan wasn't on shift tonight and he shouldn't be on tomorrow either. Their shift patterns usually lined up and they did most of their shifts together at the station.

"Buck, hey sorry I know it's late… I need a favour." He wouldn't know who else to call apart from Bobby, and he wasn't sure if Bobby would be at work tonight or in the morning. At least with Evan, Chris wouldn't be so unsettled if he woke in the morning and found his uncle here instead of his parents.

If not, Chris was going to get a very rude awakening and would be going out for a midnight drive.

"(Y/n)'s not well, I need to take her to the hospital, any chance you could come over so I don't have to take Chris with us-" Eddie pressed the phone to his ear and turned on his heels when he heard the quiet noise (Y/n) mewled. "Baby, what is it?"

He rounded the side of the bed and went to sit down next to her but he stopped when he realised she wasn't looking at him.

She had gone to sleep wearing only one of Eddie's shirts and her underwear. And when Eddie looked down, he realised there was a small splatter of blood beneath her and crimson smears stuck to her inner thighs.

"Thanks Buck…" Eddie trailed off and hung up before he slumped down on the side of the bed when Evan agreed instantly.

His eyes locked with (Y/n)'s while she raked her nails up and down her thighs hard enough to create streak marks in her skin. Why was she bleeding? If she thought she wasn't having contractions earlier, she was dead certain now that she wasn't. This wasn't labour, this was something else. She didn't bleed like this during labour- well, she had with Chris but that had been at the very end when she haemorrhaged. This wasn't normal.

"Baby, baby just look at me." Eddie reached across and held her wrists in his hands, pulling her hands onto his lap so she wouldn't hurt herself. "It's okay, as soon as Buck gets over here we'll go see a doctor. It's just a little blood, that's probably why you're in pain. Something might have moved or torn but it's okay."

(Y/n) tried to nod, but she couldn't bring herself to agree with Eddie. This pregnancy had been nothing but trouble. She had been sick, constantly in pain, unable to get out of bed or look after herself or Chris.

She felt like a hinderence to Eddie, she felt like she was causing so many problems and it wasn't fair. This never happened with Chris. She never got this unlucky and part of (Y/n) was glad. If this happened with Chris she would of had to rely on Eddie's family to help her and she wouldn't have him with her to look after her and comfort her.

But at the same time, this was the first pregnancy where she had Eddie here with her and it was going downhill. She loved Eddie's protective nature and him looking after her, but this wasn't fair.

"What did I do?"

"Hey, you didn't do anything, alright? Our girl's just a bit troublesome. Are you okay if I go unlock the door and grab a few things?"

When she nodded, Eddie pressed his lips to her forehead and lingered there for a few seconds before he dared to move. He made quick work of turning the lights on and finding his car keys and his wallet and slipping into his trainers. He unlocked the front door and found (Y/n)'s shoes before he headed back into the bedroom.

Admittedly Eddie wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to late night trips to the emergency room, it hadn't happened with (Y/n) for months since before this pregnancy. Eddie had never taken her so many times. The last time before she got pregnant was when she had an accident in the kitchen and sliced a kitchen knife through her hand.

"Alright, let's get these on you, baby."

(Y/n) slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to smile when Eddie slipped her plimsols on her feet like she was Cinderella. He couldn't exactly walk her into the emergency room with nothing on her feet and he figured she wouldn't want him carrying her in this time since she was more lucid. She had passed out last time when he and Chris got her to the hospital.

Her hands moved to Eddie's shoulders when his hands cupped her hips and he helped ease her forward off the bed so she was stood up in front of him.

(Y/n) latched her hands around Eddie's bicep and pressed her face into his shoulder. She was relieved he let her lean on him and his right hand moved across her chest to hold her arm and make sure she was supported as they slowly headed out the bedroom.

They didn't get three feet down the hall before (Y/n) pulled Eddie's arm closer and suddenly pressed his hand into her stomach as she groaned. Her chin pressed down into her chest and she froze, feeling a sob bubbling up in the back of her throat when she looked down.

Blood was steadily trickling down her thighs.

It felt as if a cord in her stomach had snapped. She could feel the baby moving and turning, mixing in with the throbbing ache pulsing through the middle of her stomach.

"Fuck- okay, come here baby." Eddie moved his hand from her arm to her waist and gently started tugging her with him as he walked backwards and pushed the bathroom door open with his foot. He flicked the light on and spun (Y/n) so he could ease her down to sit on the toilet.

He crouched down in front of her but his heart broke when (Y/n) began to cry. Quiet, rumbling sobs shook past her lips along with shallow breaths while both her hands moved to press into her stomach as if it would somehow help or stem the bleeding.

"Do- do you think we'll lose her?" (Y/n) could barely bring her eyes up to look at Eddie as he crouched between her thighs.

He froze for a second, unable to drag his eyes away from hers when her question broke his heart. He didn't want to think like that. He didn't want to go down that path or let his mind wander because he didn't know what either of them would do if that was the case.

She watched as he moved his hands to press them on top of hers, cradling her stomach with her as he rolled his lips together.

"No, no we're not losing her mi amor. She's not going anywhere."

He needed to get both his girls to the hospital; again.

***

"Mum!" A smile lit up Chris's face and he wandered into the kitchen and locked his eyes on (Y/n). He didn't expect to find her in here. He slung his school bag on the kitchen table and hurried over to where (Y/n) was knelt on the floor.

He slumped down on his knees next to her and wrapped his arms around her, burrowing his face into her neck as he nudged the washing basket in front of her out of his way.

"Hi baby, how was school?"

"Good, I won a quiz in English." He grinned when (Y/n) kissed his cheek, whispering "That's my clever boy." In his ear.

His forehead pressed into hers but he tilted his head to the side to look up when Eddie walked into the kitchen. They both watched him stand in the doorway, arms folded over his chest and his head tilted to one side with an arched brow in (Y/n)'s direction.

"Funny, I thought bed rest meant staying in bed, and this looks like the kitchen to me."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and leaned against Chris's forehead, watching quietly as Eddie grabbed the wash basket and put it on the kitchen table next to Chris's bag. She pressed another kiss to Chris's cheek before he unravelled from her and moved to sit down at the table.

She reached her hand up to the counter but stopped when Eddie only sighed and held his hands out in front of her. She took them gratefully and let him lift her up to her feet.

Her hands moved up to grip his shoulders and she smiled sweetly up at him but it didn't do anything to soften Eddie's look. She could feel his hands move to give her hips a squeeze and she let him turn her in the direction of the doorway. That was her silent signal to go back and sit down.

She looked over at Chris and gave him a lasting smile which he returned, before she headed out the kitchen. Her hand trailed along the wall for leverage to try and keep herself upright. Her legs had gone to jelly hours ago from how long she had been sat down. And (Y/n) could feel Eddie hovering behind her like a looming shadow of protection.

When she got in the bedroom, (Y/n) moved towards the pile of clothes she had set on the bed earlier and began folding them ready to put away. Eddie's eyes burned holes through her back and the thought made her shiver.

Her lips pressed together into a thin line and she moved her free hand to cradle her stomach.

"Would you just sit down?" Eddie reached out and planted his hands back down on (Y/n)'s hips and stopped her in her tracks.

He pressed his chest into her back and leaned over to attach his lips to the side of her neck. He stopped her from walking towards the wardrobe and he curved one arm around to grab the clothes from her hands and throw them back down on the bed.

He could feel (Y/n) waiting for his next move and when she tilted her head back on his shoulder, he moved his hand to her stomach.

"I've been stuck in here for two weeks, baby. I need to move at some point,"

Bed rest had never felt so boring. In truth, (Y/n) had never been put on bed rest before, she'd never had an accident or an injury that called for bed rest. Having a placental abruption changed things. No heavy lifting, no straining or moving about too much in case the placenta moved any more. If (Y/n) had another haemorrhage, she would go into labour or risk losing the baby.

And (Y/n) couldn't wake up during the night to another bleed and horrid pains that still seemed to echo in her stomach, even now.

"Moving isn't the problem, trying to do everything else is. Leave the washing, me and Chris will do that later."

"I can't just do nothing, this whole pregnancy I've barely got out of bed other than to be sick or go to hospital." (Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes and her throat felt like it was going to close up.

She moved her hands down to squeeze Eddie's hands until he walked her over to the bed and she took the hint to sit down. She thought he would sit next to her but he moved round and instead, knelt down between her legs. His arms resting on her thighs with his hands cupping her hips and his chin perched on her leg so he was staring up at her with those chocolate eyes that melted her into a puddle.

"You're not well, mi amor, there's nothing with taking it easy. Two, maybe three weeks and she'll be here." Eddie slipped his hand beneath her shirt to run his fingers along her stomach and he leant up so he could press his lips to the spot where he felt the baby kick.

He smiled softly against her stomach when he felt (Y/n)'s hands move so one was gripping his shoulder and the other was tangled in his hair. Her fingers combed through his locks and brushed them back while she leaned over to kiss his temple.

"I want her now… I'm fed up of being ill." (Y/n) could feel the tears rolling down her face before she realised she was starting to cry.

Eddie's lips pressed a final kiss to her stomach before he pushed up on his knees so he was level with her, resting between her thighs. His fingers wormed their way along her hips and beneath her shirt before his hands spread out across her back and he tugged her closer. He let her slump her head onto his shoulder and he turned his head to the side so he could press a wet, tender kiss to her temple.

"She'll be here soon, baby. Then we'll have a little girl in our arms, hm?"

That was the only thought keeping Eddie going. That soon enough, this pregnancy from Hell would be over and he would have (Y/n) back to her normal health and he wouldn't have to worry about her so much. And there would be a little girl in his arms that he would spoil. They would be a family of four and everything would get back on track once their daughter was here.

"Can't you bribe her to be born now?" It was no secret that their daughter loved the sound of Eddie's voice.

He had taken to talking to her when she started to kick and wriggle because she seemed to settle when he spoke. And it was a way Eddie had gotten (Y/n) to stick to bed rest if he stayed with her and started talking to their baby.

His lips curved into a smile against her temple and he continued to rub his hand up and down her back. He wasn't sure what good it would do, but if it would calm (Y/n) down and get her to stay in bed and rest, he would do anything.

"I can try."

[sturniozo]

Tutor Part Two

AN: You guys seemed to like the first one so here’s a part two!

Masterlist

NOT PROOFREAD

I haven’t been this nervous driving since my dad was first teaching me to drive. I pull into the parking lot of the Subway restaurant and shut off my car. The pit in my stomach deepens and I wipe my damp hands on my jeans.

Chris unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the passenger side door, but stops and looks at me, concerned. “You good?” He asks.

“Y-Yeah.” I say although I’m sure even Chris can hear my heart beating a million times a second.

“You don’t look good.”

“Wow, thanks.” I say sarcastically.

“No I mean, you always look good, but right now you just look like you’re about to throw up.” He closes the passenger side door and situates himself back into the passenger seat.

I blush deeply when he says I always look good. I try to brush it off and think about something else.

“I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with so we can get back to studying.”

“Get this over with?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t want to get food?”

“I’m fine with the food part it’s just… talking to the workers in there…”

“But… don’t you work part time as a waitress?” Chris asks me.

That is true. Almost as soon as I turned 16 I got a job as a waitress at a restaurant near my house. I’ve only had the job for a few months and it’s already helped with my anxiety so much. But I still get anxious when shopping or ordering food in any form.

“It’s alright, I got you. My brother Matt has anxiety too. I can just order for you if you’d like. Tell me what you want and I’ll be right back with it.” Chris smiles at me and puts his hand over mine. My heart races. His hand is on mine. Oh god I bet he can feel how damp my hands are. He probably thinks I’m weird and gross now.

“Are you listening to me?” He asks and I snap out of my thought.

“Y-yes. Thank you.” I say while a soft blush creeps up my cheeks. I tell Chris my usual order and he leaves to go get it for me.

While I’m alone in my car, I get a text from Nick.

Little Nicky 😈 - How’s studying going?

Me - We took a little detour. Chris swears he’ll study if we went and got food so that’s what we’re doing now.

Little Nicky 😈 - he’s tricking you. He’s not gonna study.

Me - I could have guessed that.

Chris returns with bag in hand with our subs. He sets them down in the backseat and places our drinks in the cup holders.

“Well, they were out of doctor pepper so it’s not a full ‘graveyard’ but I did the best I could.” He buckles his seatbelt.

“Thank you.” I smile softly at him.

“No problem. Not let’s get back to your house, eat, then study.”

“Yes, let’s do that.” I say as I start the car.

“Of course, it’s a nice day out. We could fine a park or find some parking lot and eat there instead.” Chris suggests not-so-slyly.

“You’re just going to come up with new ways to not study aren’t you?” I ask.

“You got me. Now let’s go, the back parking lot of the mall is almost always empty.”

“We’re going back to my house to eat and study, Chris. That was the deal.”

“New deal?”

“No new deal.”

“You’re pretty demanding. Why do you want me to study so bad anyways?” He asks and sips on his drink.

“It’s a favor for Nick.” I shrug.

“Is that all?”

“Yeah. That’s all.”

“Wow. So it’s got nothing to do with me at all? I thought we were friends.” Chris puts on an exaggerated pot with puppy eyes.

“Well. I guess we are. We’ve known each other for four years so I’d say we’re at least a little bit friends.”

Chris smiles. “Then as my friend, will you drive to the malls back parking lot and park there so we can eat?”

I blink. I take a deep breath and look at him. “That was manipulative as fuck.”

Chris shrugs. “I promise we’ll study after we go eat.”

I sigh and lean my head down and press my forehead against the steering wheel.

“The longer you stall the soggier the bread on your sub will be from your mayo.” Chris says. I laugh softly and roll my eyes. I put the car in gear and start driving out of the Subway parking lot.

“Are you going to the mall?” Chris asks.

“Yeah.”

“See? I knew you couldn’t resist me.” Chris laughs.

And the butterflies are back.

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[hikariyami1]

Se anuncia la serie DC Black Label 'The Boy Wonder' de Juni Ba

Como Robin, el joven Damian descubrió de repente que no era más que uno de varios príncipes, precedidos en el papel por sus "hermanos" Nightwing, Red Hood y Red Robin...

DC Comics ha anunciado un nuevo libro de DC Black Label a partir del 7 de mayo llamado The Boy Wonder . Escrita y dibujada por Juni Ba con colores de Chris O'Halloran y letras de Aditya Bidikar, la serie sintetiza la compleja historia de los personajes en un cuento de hadas accesible y desgarrador. Es una serie de cinco números.

"En Robin hay algo esencialmente divertido y superheroico", dice Ba. “Para mí, él es el epítome de la aventura y el asombro infantil. Viniendo de la generación de fanáticos que amaban Batman: The Animated Series, quiero que The Boy Wonder capture la diversión de la aventura episódica y los personajes convincentes en un libro accesible que cualquiera pueda disfrutar independientemente de su historia anterior”, continúa Ba. “Y elegí hacer esto con mi pequeño duendecillo favorito Damian, porque ¿quién mejor para enseñarnos sobre el heroísmo y la familia que alguien que, en el fondo, teme no ser una persona lo suficientemente buena como para merecer ninguna de las dos cosas? La historia será divertida, pero también te tocará la fibra sensible”.

Entonces, ¿de qué se trata The Boy Wonder ?

𝑬𝒍 𝒋𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓í𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝑨𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒔, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆, 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂, 𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒎í𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒔𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒐 𝑹𝒂'𝒔 𝒂𝒍 𝑮𝒉𝒖𝒍. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊ó 𝒄𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆, 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒍𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒎ó 𝒚 𝒍𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐 𝒂 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏, 𝒆𝒍 𝒋𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒃𝒓𝒊ó 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔 𝒑𝒓í𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒔" 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏... 𝒚 𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓 "𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆" 𝒄𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂ñ𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒋𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎, 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒓á 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒔 𝒚, 𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒐, 𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒖á𝒍 𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐. 𝒅𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂!

En esta serie de cinco números, el visionario escritor y artista Juni Ba deja su huella en la eterna historia de Batman y Robin, sintetizando la compleja historia de los personajes en un cuento de hadas accesible y desgarrador. El número debut también presenta colores de Chris O'Halloran, con letras de Aditya Bidikar.

El joven príncipe Damian Wayne fue criado para ser el heredero de la temible Liga de Asesinos, para seguir los pasos de su letal madre, Talia, y del mismísimo Demon's Head, su abuelo Ra's al Ghul

Pero todo cambió cuando su padre, Batman, lo reclamó y lo trajo de regreso a Gotham City. Como Robin, el joven Damian de repente descubrió que era simplemente uno de varios príncipes, precedidos en el papel por sus "hermanos" Nightwing, Red Hood y Red Robin... y a Damian no le importa ser "simplemente" cualquier cosa. Pero cuando su padre se ve obligado a abandonar la ciudad por asuntos urgentes, y una serie de secuestros van acompañados de susurros de un demonio que acecha en los callejones oscuros de Gotham, Damian se encontrará luchando junto a sus hermanos adoptivos y, en el proceso, aprendiendo cuál es el manto. de Robin realmente significa!

"En Robin hay algo esencialmente divertido y superheroico", dice Ba. “Para mí, él es el epítome de la aventura y el asombro infantil. Viniendo de la generación de fanáticos que amaban Batman: La serie animada, quiero que The Boy Wonder capture la diversión de la aventura episódica y los personajes convincentes en un libro accesible que cualquiera pueda disfrutar independientemente de su historia anterior”, continúa Ba. “Y elegí hacer esto con mi pequeño duendecillo favorito Damian, porque ¿quién mejor para enseñarnos sobre el heroísmo y la familia que alguien que, en el fondo, teme no ser una persona lo suficientemente buena como para merecer ninguna de las dos cosas? La historia será divertida, pero también te tocará la fibra sensible”.

Además de la historia y el arte, Ba también proporciona la portada principal de este número debut, con una portada variante adicional de Cliff Chiang. The Boy Wonder #1 llega a las tiendas de cómics participantes el martes 7 de mayo y está disponible para pedidos por adelantado el viernes 16 de febrero.

[chronicowboy]

fuck it friday

i am starting this off today because i did two hours of revision and rewarded myself by actually working on the accidental kiss fic for the first time in a fortnight soooooo here:

Only this week Eddie's self-proclaimed errand day lands on the same day as his therapy. So, Eddie comes home with a pouty face, grumbling about the grocery list he's yet to write and the trip to the store he's yet to take.

"I wrote the list," Buck calls after him as Eddie wanders into the kitchen for his sandwich, his own attention fixed on the rainbow road Chris is trying to knock him off of. "On the pad by the fridge!"

Eddie reappears with his plate and the list, collapsing into the armchair to inspect it. Buck curses under his breath as Waluigi hits him with a red shell and takes the moment of recovery to chance a glance at Eddie. He looks good for a therapy day, a little dishevelled and grumpy sure, but Buck has a feeling that's more to do with the pile of laundry awaiting his attention. Eddie takes another bite of sandwich, and Buck's eyes are drawn to the smudge of mayo at the corner of his mouth.

"Buck, you aren't even moving!" Chris groans as he crosses the line for his final lap.

"Oh, shi... Shoot." Buck returns his attention to the screen, ignoring the big number 12 in the corner that just makes him want to look back at Eddie.

"You forgot detergent," Eddie chides through a mouthful of sandwich.

"Nah, there was an offer on the other day. Two for one." Buck manages to regain a little dignity as he hits Toadette with a green shell. "Noticed you were running low the last time I was over, so I brought you one."

"Oh," Eddie murmurs. "Its not your lavender one you use because you know that—"

"I haven't used the lavender one since Taylor moved out," Buck throws out distractedly, locked in a tense battle with baby Mario. "Its your normal orange blossom one."

Chris crosses the line with a hoot of victory, and Buck manages to nudge baby Mario over the course to crawl back to a respectable eighth place.

"I feel like you get worse at this every time," Chris taunts him.

"Maybe you just get better," Buck mutters as he tries to drift around a corner and fails spectacularly.

"But I'm always in first place. You just go lower and lower each time."

Eddie snorts just as Buck crosses the finish line—ninth place because of his drifting mistake—and Buck whips around to face him.

"Traitor," he hisses, irrationally disappointed that Eddie seems to have rectified the mayo smudge situation.

"You can't feel that went well for you," Eddie deadpans.

"Maybe I would have been sixth if you weren't bugging me about a grocery list." Buck resolutely ignores the gold trophy spinning on the TV. "Which you're welcome for by the way." Eddie looks up from the notepad with those soft eyes of his, and Buck swallows thickly.

"Thank you," he murmurs. "Really."

Buck is, like, super happy that Eddie is still going to therapy and healing, but sometimes he fucking hates post-therapy Eddie with all his walls torn down and his emotions on display for all to see.

"Don't thank me yet," Buck clears his throat. "You haven't smelt the workout clothes I added to your hamper."

idk who to tag but uh yeah fuck it, its friday!!!

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged be @rewritetheending @wildlife4life and @devirnis for 7everal sentence sunday. Here's some guys being dudes from S7 fight fic

Eddie’s in the gym, but is mostly sitting on a bench looking at his phone. Buck hands him half the sandwich. He takes it without even looking, but pauses just before it gets to his mouth. “Did you put the-“ “Sriracha mayo, yeah.” Eddie nods in satisfaction and takes a big bite as Buck settles down on the bench next to him. “I was thinking since Chris has that birthday party, you could come over to mine for movie night?” “I can’t believe my twelve year old has more of a social life than I do. He’s been to like eight birthday parties this month. I don’t think I even know eight people.” “We’re just not cool enough for him,” Buck sighs into his sandwich half. “We gotta like… No, I don’t even know, aren’t firefighters cool to kids already?” Eddie smiles at him, the one where his eyes get a little crinkly. “I think more so in the seven to ten crowd.” “Hm. Anyway, my place? Beers? A movie that doesn’t even have to be pg-13?”

“I’ll bring takeout,” Eddie says, lifting the remnants of his sandwich in a cheers.

Tagging @shortsighted-owl @forthewolves @bigfootsmom @thewolvesof1998 @shitouttabuck

[missmagooglie]

Ok, so here is something I love about the 6.04 Kitchen Scene (aka Chris Gets Caught):

It has been noted that both of our favorite Diazes are Kings Of Sass. Eddie is a petty, snarky bitch (affectionate) and he has passed his love of snark onto his son.

Up until now, we haven't really seen both Eddie and Chris at Peak Sass at the same time. The interesting thing about this kitchen scene is that we're starting to see how some of the patterns Eddie has fallen into as a parent are gonna become strained and need adjustment as Chris gets older.

The banter was still very light-hearted teasing, but you could kinda see how Chris is getting more opinionated and more willing to challenge Eddie's authority. And you can see, too, how Eddie kinda smarts at that. He responds to Chris criticizing the mayo selection by taking a (again, very mild and teasing) dig at Chris by saying "Great, I'm raising a condiment snob" and then tries to pull it back to a place of reassurance and love by saying "you're lucky you're cute". (Spoiler alert - Chris is quickly approaching the age where that's no longer something he wants to be)

And, like, the phrasing is so important here. Chris says, "YOU got the WRONG mayo". He doesn't say "why'd you get this one?" He doesn't say "Ugh, this one is gross." He tells Eddie he did something *wrong*, which activates Eddie's defenses.

Eddie has done a LOT of work over the past few years toward trusting himself as a father and believing that he is a *good* father, but through it all the one person who has never doubted how good a dad Eddie is has been Christopher himself. The relationship has been "this kid loves me and trusts me so much, and I need to prove myself worthy of the trust he has in me".

Even with the skateboard incident, the reason Chris was so upset when he felt like Eddie had lied was *because* he trusted and believed Eddie so implicitly. And because Eddie was able to level with Chris and find a solution, they were able to repair that trust very quickly.

As Christopher hurtles at lightspeed toward his teen years, he is gonna realize that Eddie is not always right by the simple virtue of being his dad, and for the first time it's going to be CHRISTOPHER telling Eddie he's not good enough at being a dad. And as much as that is a normal and healthy thing for Chris to be going through, it is going to dig directly into all of Eddie's deepest insecurities.

The thing about that snarky teasing way Eddie and Chris were talking to each other in the kitchen? Is that it is SO EASY to take it too far when feelings are hurt. So it will be interesting to see how Eddie navigates those types of conversations when that foundation of love and trust starts to get shaken by Christopher's growing pains....

(Also, ugh the parallels of Eddie and Ramon addressing the mistakes Ramon made as a parent decades after the fact and Eddie making mistakes as a parent but being able to recognize them and adjust while Christopher is still a kid? Immaculate. Gorgeous. Inspired.)