#aww i miss them

[bitzsims]

A promise kept.

[nancywheelxr]

how many times will I do season 3 finale-related angst? cady heron voice: the limit does not exist ~

Winn figured the Legion would return at some point. It made all the sense in the world that they would, in fact- they’d left one of their own here, in what even their leader now considered the past. In his mind, for the past month, he’d always imagined it would be quick. That once Supergirl and the DEO took down Reign, the Legion cruiser would just be there like they knew the exact day and time for their arrival (which would probably be true) and Mon-El, having presumably sorted out his love triangle situation, would either go back with them or stay in the twenty-first century. In extremely optimistic times, Winn hoped that the Legion would even thank them for stopping Reign and the Worldkillers (which would have made an amazing band name, he’d just realized) before leaving. But which scenario ended up happening didn’t matter to Winn. Either way, a certain obnoxious blue alien with a number in his name who was (Winn begrudgingly admitted) good with computers would be out of his life for good, and both of them would be happier for it. So when the Legion arrived not only before Reign was defeated, but also didn’t just take Mon-El and go, it surprised him. And when J’onn told him that Brainiac 5 wanted to speak with him personally? Well, for all he knew, he could have unknowingly stumbled into an alternate universe, because that shocked Winn the most. ~

Brainy was already sitting down when Winn entered the conference room- but who he was looking at seemed to be almost a completely different person compared to how he’d last seen him. This Brainy had his image inducer off, not bothering to hide the bags under his eyes, or his stringy hair, or his uniform that looked like he’d been sleeping in it for a while- or wearing it while not sleeping at all, given the rest of his appearance. He looked like how Winn had met him first, waking him up from hypersleep- as Brainy later described it, he was tasked with keeping everything running while the ship hibernated, and it took a large toll on him. And now? Winn didn’t know what kind of new stress Brainy was under, but he was certainly about to. “Why just me?” he asked. “Shouldn’t Mon-El be here too?” “Imra told him all he needs to know.” Brainy dismissed. “But you…” “I get it, you want to try and apologize for how you acted, but are gonna come off even more condescending. Save it. We’re even, okay? We can start over. We might as well forget we never met- wait. Are you going to make me forget you? I mean, with time travel being involved, that makes sense…” “Winslow.” Brainy answered, voice sharp- or trying to sound sharp, anyway, but coming off more blunt than anything else. “That is not why you are here.” “Then what is it? I mean, it must be pretty important- or not, if it’s just me here instead of like, Supergirl…” “Supergirl is needed here, in this time.” Brainy ran a hand through his hair. “But… I should start from the beginning.” “Yeah. Because I’m real confused right now.” Brainy nodded. “Understandable.” He said, getting up from the table, before he began to speak. “Killing Pestilence saved the future from the Blight.” He started, leaning over the table, gripping it so tightly it dented. “Millions of people were spared. Including…” he hesitated. “Including my extremely distant relative- you may be aware of him.” “Brainiac.” Winn said. “I saw him on TV, as a kid- he tried to take Metropolis.” “Indeed.” Brainy answered. “My great-great-grandfather. And, because he has returned to life, he became aware of the effects of the Blight upon the universe, and created a plague that will wipe out all AIs other than himself. In short, all AIs are in danger, and that is part of why I can no longer stay in the thirty-first century.” “So you need me to go to the future with Mon-El and Imra, and create… what, a vaccine? Even for AIs, that’s not really my specialty.”

“You will have help.” Brainy answered, trying to smile, and sound reassuring.

“And… yes, in part. But that is not the only reason.” “So, what’s the other one?” Brainy hesitated once more. “The other complication here is that my people believe me to be the cause of all this.” “What?” Winn said immediately, hands on the table. “That’s bullcrap- obviously it’s Brainiac’s fault, you didn’t know he’d do that.” “That is what I was trying to tell them.” Brainy said. “But they would not believe me. In their minds, I must have communicated with him, through my ancestral memories or otherwise, and brought him back from death on purpose- my ulterior motive for helping the Legion defeat the Worldkillers.” “Which it obviously wasn’t.” “Correct.” He answered. “However, they still think otherwise. And it is all because…” He waved a hand over the circles on his head. “Of these.” “The symbol of your people.” Winn said, remembering what Indigo had told him, Kara, and James, before she’d wrapped her hands around his throat. “Something about omniscient knowledge?” “Yes. However… what it symbolizes and what it indicates are complete opposites.”

“What?”

“You see, Winslow… my family has always stood out, been different from the rest of my people. We did not always have the reputation we now do- ten billion years ago, one of my relatives was a member of an organization that exists even into my own century. She and her wife were revered- and she was also a third-level intellect, then the highest we had evolved to have.”

“So even ten billion years in the past, one of your great-whatever grandmothers was smarter than me.” Winn muttered. “Good to know.”

“That is not my point.” Brainy said. “Her children were smarter than her, and their children were more intelligent than their parents, and so on and so forth- my great-great grandfather was the first to reach the twelfth level.” “Which you also are. And you wouldn’t let me forget about.” Brainy sighed. “Yes. However, if you can believe it, that is not what you would call the norm among all Coluans. The average- what is seen as safe- is eighth-level. Anyone who does deviate is seen as dangerous, needing to be controlled.” “So, like Brainiac 8.” “Exactly like her. In that case, she was sentenced to serve the Kryptonians, and her inhibitors expressed such a punishment. But for me, it seemed as though my only crime was my last name.” I can relate to that, Winn thought. “So what happened?” “For seven years, nothing was out of the ordinary.” He said, looking down. “My parents were… distant, though their partnership was arranged anyway, which made sense. As a child, I wanted to be just like my mother- there was nothing better, I believed, than following in her family’s legacy. Achieving the goal of being her heir, gaining the title of Brainiac 5.” At that, Winn almost wanted to amend his question to “What did you do?” but let Brainy tell his story. “And, in accordance with such a goal, she started teaching me one of our family’s most notorious practices- how to bottle worlds.” He continued. “Vril Dox- Brainiac 1- saw it as the ultimate power that he could possess. What was better than literally holding an entire civilization in your hands, all the accumulated knowledge of a world at your fingertips, just for you? Than having a library that surpassed any other, full of planets that nobody else would have access to? That was what she was trying to show me.” “Must’ve worked, for a while.” Winn said. “I mean, if you still remember all of that.” “It did.” Brainy answered. “My father did not understand us. He was afraid of not only her, but also…” He gestured to his forehead again. “He put those on you?”

“Yes. When I was eight years old, we took what you would call a vacation, to the most beautiful planet I had ever seen. I felt like I could have stayed there forever, playing in the snow, forgetting all of my burdens. But when we left, my mother told me I could keep such happiness- and gave me a bottle, for that purpose. My father was horrified, and when he figured out what we were trying to do, he took the bottle away and freed the planet. I was so young and angry, and it terrified him. When he looked at me, he didn’t see a child anymore- he only saw the inner darkness he believed I possessed. In his eyes, I became a weapon, molded by my mother. And his solution was the personality inhibitors I wear to this day.” “I’m sorry, personality inhibitors?” “It may seem barbaric, but yes. With them on, a Coluan is unable to calibrate themselves with our planet’s network of minds.” Brainy finished. “And that’s why they don’t trust you.” Winn said. “Because you look like a criminal to them- but you’re not the only one that thought his genes were a ticking time bomb. Even now, I still wonder sometimes if something’s gonna happen to me, like what happened to my dad, and then everything will go wrong. But most of the time, I know that if it does, I’ll have friends who I can talk to, who’ll help me.” “You do.” Brainy said.

“And so do you.” Winn reminded him. “I may not know the Legion, but I figure that they love you, and will always fight for you- because you’re good to your core, and not like any Brainiac that your planet thinks you are.” “They will.” “And…” Winn really didn’t want to promise this. When he said he wanted to move on from the DEO at some point, do bigger and better things- even if working with Supergirl was the best thing that had ever happened to him- the last thing he pictured was defending Brainy from the negative beliefs of another planet. But if helping him meant saving his world and reputation… “I will too.” He finished. “I’ll go to the future, and join the Legion in your place.” Brainy smiled, and this time when he hugged Winn, it was warmer, less awkward- the kind of hug that would be between two people who knew they were saying goodbye for that moment, but would meet again in better times.

[stgosupremacy]

i was thinking of the scene from Advice to Goh! (yes ik great title anipoke) where Goh talks about going to pokemon camp when he was 6, aaaand...we hear Goh say that

'Some kid held us up' from starting' (or along the lines of, haha)

And ofc Ash is just like throwing in something for a laugh like 'Yeah i bet he overslept or something you know' then realisation hits for him when we realise

The kid who overslept (or held them up)

was ash LMAO 😗

anyway i thought a bit about this and how it links to 'their fateful encounter' as Goh described it as when they met lmao (OK WHETHER HE MEANT THAT TO LUGIA OR NOT US SATOGOU FANS CAN DO BOTH OKAY and we know at least half of the fateful encounter he was on ab was pointing to ash like. c'mon.)

Because as far as I know, I don't really think Ash had encountered one of his companions before he went on a journey with them, correct me if im wrong, AND YES yall ik serena met ash as a child! They even met at pokemon camp too didnt they i honestly forgot ab that 💀but ANYWAY what i thought was making it different was that when it was time for her journey she went out of her way to find him after seeing him on the news.

But I'd like to say that for Goh and Ash it was more on the fate side for when they met on Lugia. See, neither of them knew they were both going to jump onto lugia, it was a complete coincidence 🥺

and they were meant to have met at pokemon camp when they were younger. if ash had woken up on time lmao they may have met at pokemon camp. which, is honestly a bit of a weird thought tbh 😂 sooooooooo maybe their encounter on lugia was really fate? idk im probs making stuff up again i just thought it was interesting <3

[sonhogentil]

sometimes a blue haired magical girl and a purple haired magical girl just wanna kiss like rivals with homoeroticism 💕✨

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justine (purple hair) belongs to @napelf

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[naffeclipse]

I remembered I can be a menace in here, too 💜 Hi Naff all the talk about whore mob bosses not buttoning their shirts reminded me of that "look at him. he's been trying to tie his shoes for 5 minutes. he's crying" thing and I raise you: they can't button. maybe they don't know because a life of crime teaches many things but thats not one of them, or maybe the buttons are simply too small and fiddly for their fingers. they buttoned their shirts up halfway once, enough to get their big heads through, and now just leave it like that.

"Can you please button up your shirt" "Why don't you come over here and do it yourself ~" "Nevermind" meanwhile metaphorically, whichever mob boss is just heavily sweating at nearly being caught

I guess I just like my smooth men with a pinch of pathetic and having them cry at trying and failing to button their shirts is too funny to me

Heya, babe ♥

ALSJDFF PFFFFT SAME!!! I love that meme, and Detective!Y/N would sniff out this little pathetic trait of the mob bosses immediately.

Detective!Y/N: This is the third time you've come in here with your top two buttons undone. Mob Boss!Sun: *coy* You want more undone? Detective!Y/N: I want you to wear your shirt properly. Mob Boss!Sun: Lovely, I will wear my clothes however I please in my own residence— Detective!Y/N: Do you struggle with doing your buttons? Mob Boss!Sun: What, no— Detective!Y/N: Your optics flashed. You're lying to me, aren't you? Mob Boss!Sun: ...Come and do them up for me. Detective!Y/N: I'll pass.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

(for some reason tumblr wouldn't let me edit the post draft? so I've had to screenshot this ask)

how can I say no to someone asking me so nicely for heist mark content? and thank you!! I'm so happy you enjoy it🥺💖

I decided to go with 11. picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

mud on my face and heart on my sleeve, when I'm with you

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,264 | Read on AO3

A masters degree in digging, huh?

A bad luck magnet and reckless idiot at times though he may be, your partner in crime never failed to surprise you.

You were left reeling, barely enough time to process the deep hole that had appeared on the floor of your shared cell in what was surely an impossible amount of time. Or had it been longer, and you had simply zoned out while he was digging? No, that didn't seem right.

Years of carefully planned heists — down to the precise minute for certain jobs — had allowed you to develop a near impeccable sense of time. But today you felt strange, as if something was throwing off that instinct, making you doubt your judgement.

Self-doubt, however, was something you could not afford to pay any mind on a high-stakes job such as this, especially when Mark always seemed to rely so heavily on your choices in the heat of the moment. So instead, you allowed yourself to indulge in his confidence, using it as a springboard to bring you back to certitude.

You followed him down into the tunnel as the two of you made your way under the penitentiary to the Warden's office.

When you emerged, the pair of you were covered head to toe in soil and dust. It wasn’t the first time you had both ended up dirty on a heist, having to throw your clothes in the laundry when you returned to base, but the smug satisfaction and relief that came with bringing home your loot was always well worth it.

Once you had secured The Box, it was only a matter of fooling the nearest prison guard into aiding your escape. You watched as Mark absolutely milked his performance, feeding the guard some sob story he’d made up on the fly about him and his grandmother both being on death’s door, while you gestured dramatically to emphasise parts of his tale when it felt appropriate.

You struggled to stay composed seeing Mark’s expressions — he’d always been one for theatrics. In your opinion, he was overdoing it too much for the act to be convincing, but all that really mattered was the guard was completely buying into it, far too distracted by Mark to notice you fighting to contain your laughter (or the gaping hole in the ground, apparently).

‘I know this sacrifice, and what it means to you. But it means so much more to me,’ Mark declared with as much gratitude as he could muster, clutching the guard’s phone tightly.

The guard responded with various distressed noises, and you honestly couldn’t believe how well this was going.

‘But if also, you know, I could hear my gran-gran’s voice in peace,’ Mark continued somberly. ‘I don’t want you to hear her. She’s real sick.’

‘Ok, yeah, she’s probably got some kind of weird co- I get it,’ the poor guard stuttered.

‘They’re okay, they can hear it,’ Mark said, nodding and gesturing to you.

‘Yeah you guys — y’all shower together n’ whatnot,’ the guard replied, getting up to leave.

Mark nodded dismissively while you frowned and raised an eyebrow at the guard’s words. As he trudged sadly down the hall, though, you felt a little bad for lying to him. Either he was going through something himself or was just a particularly emotional guy.

Mark perked up, dropping the act as soon as the guard was out of earshot. ‘Well, that was easier than I thought it’d be. But we got a phone, which is the only thing we need to get outta here.’

You stood up, stepping towards the edge of the room and poking a finger against the gate, which the guard had conveniently left ajar, pushing it wide open with a creak.

You turned to look at Mark, then back, gesturing to the open cell door and the obvious escape before you.

‘Nooo, that’s too easy. We’ll leave that as a backup plan for our backup plan. I’ve got a call to make.’

You simply rolled your eyes. At times like this, it was better to just let your heist partner do his thing.

You hear Bubba’s voice over the phone, letting you know he’ll arrive in five.

‘Now, I don’t know if that was five hours or five minutes—’

The squeal of tires is all the warning you get before a pickup truck bursts through the back wall of the cell rear-end first and you hear Bubba yell for you to get in.

What immediately transpires is a blur of motion as you feel adrenaline in your veins and your heart thrumming in your ribcage. Mark ushers you to the back of the vehicle, yanking the door open and letting you go first as you clamber into the safety of the cargo bed, pushing aside fallen bricks from the collapsed wall. Mark follows suit, pulling the door closed behind him, and the car speeds away into the night.

You barely register the chill of the October air as you cling to the back of the truck with your left hand.

The autumn wind whips at Mark's hair as he crouches beside you. You can't help but think he looks gorgeous despite his roughed up appearance, all the dirt from the tunnel and the rubble from the broken wall.

He shoots you a grin, looking positively ecstatic, and you can practically feel the triumph and thrill that radiates off him. It's the same feeling coursing through your nerves as well.

You have had close encounters with the authorities before, but breaking out of prison is a new high for you both.

You give him a wide smile in return, and when he looks directly into your eyes everything around you seems to slow and obscure out of focus. All that matters in this moment is that you're both safe and free, and all his attention is solely on you. The space between you feels static and you think to yourself that any risk, any close call, is worth it for him to be smiling at you like this.

You reach out towards his face with your free hand, cupping his cheek in your palm. His eyes widen a fraction but he doesn't say a word or make a move to pull away.

You almost miss how he leans ever so slightly into your touch as you swipe at the dirt with your thumb.

‘Your face is all dirty, dummy.’

‘So’s yours.’

Your other hand comes up to hold the other side of his face and you shift slightly, steadying yourself (not that you really need to, you seem to have slowed down enough that you won't fall out suddenly and besides, you trust Mark enough to grab you in time should that be a real danger).

His left hand comes up to your right to tenderly hold your wrist in place.

His skin feels warm against yours, stubble tickling your palms. You wipe at the dirt and dust with both thumbs this time.

Your faces are inches apart now. You can't ignore the way his eyes flicker very briefly down to your lips, and you have half a mind to kiss his stupid, smug face right then and there.

The moment is broken as Bubba calls out to you both from the driver seat, letting you know that you'll be far enough to stop soon.

As you and Mark exit the vehicle though, the rush remains present, and it isn't just from the thrill of escaping. His gaze and touch send you on a roller coaster of their own.

[vellichorsdesire]

embarrassing kind of BUT i’ve scheduled like a date with f/o for like the first time ever because i keep on putting it off and i’ve been a little stressed this week so it’s a nice reward….!!! might draw something for the occasion and i might just schedule these kind of dates more often because it kind of feels really nice to do

[vampryn]

being emo//alternative in canada was a little bit different than it seemed in the US. hot topic didnt open its first store in canada until 2010, so from 2003 until then, some areas had a store called D-TOX. this store originally opened in quebec, and were eventually bought out by west 49. this store was unlike anything you'd see now, the best way i can describe it would be the love-child of zumiez and hot topic, but id say it was slightly more catered to metal heads than just emo kids. you bet your ASS we would drive out of our way to go to this stupid store just to buy $60 band hoodies. the stores were pretty cool, and so was the company; they would go to a lot of the music festivals to vend and give out stickers, and would host signings with touring bands in the store, as well as sponsor shows. they were very passionate about being a music-based store, but eventually they'd get bought out multiple times by companies like billabong. between the back-and-forth of confusing inventory, and insanely high price markups, they would eventually close their doors around 2016.

[uh-oh-im-falling-in-love]

sometimes the grass is greener because its fake

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

dude wtf ive only been awake for like an hour and not one but TWO people i know have messaged me AS im thinking about them ?!,!.!.,?

[echoes-lighthouse]

I think the funniest thing is that there are some characters that I just ship with 'reader.' They're not selfships, I don't think I'd be a good fit for the character, and I don't read the character/reader fics to fantasize about myself with them: I just genuinely want to read about them being loved by a range of OCs and that's what the reader fics are there for, to me.

[pekodayz]

friends on i went on a long walk with ice cream. and they brought up ososan. merch. certain merch. i changed the subject asap. i forgot abt the fact irls can see my interests. that was insane and freaky ..like okay don’t mention ososan ever again my dear friend or you’ll get sick!

[stgosupremacy]

me watching the episode:

[thundergrace]

This is the best thing I've seen so far in 2023, aside from GAP itself 😂 They had me rolling! The HR disaster nightmare episode was for sure top 3! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

There is no Rebecca without Jack. You have been the ultimate partner and tv husband. And it has been an honor to get to do this with you for six years. I'm so sad it's over.