#cassie on crack

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

What are the odds Cassie 'somehow remembers other theoretical timelines' also somehow knew about the timeloop that Jake and Ardek and Tom got stuck in?

I love the idea that, after that AU, Jake and Tom roll up to Cassie's house like:

Jake: So this is going to sound wild, but I think I was in a time loop?

Cassie: Oh yeah, I know.

Jake: Wait, what?

Cassie: Yeah, I... remember it? It's a whole weird thing, anyway you were saying.

Jake: You remember something that never happened to you?

Cassie: To be honest it was pretty boring.

Tom: So you morph, your girlfriend's psychic, anything else I should know about?

Cassie: Sub-temporally grounded, not psychic.

Tom: ....... You know what, I'll be in the car.

[marvel-my-most-beloved]

[tscsunlover]

ok i’ve seen so many people talking about the height difference and people asking why they want ty to be taller and here’s my answer. I feel like a lot of the time it’s always the herondale are just like cut copies of the ones who come before them (which to those people I saw look at james and jace) but like I don’t want kit to become more like jace if that makes sense. I feel like fanfics i’m reading always have kit just acting like jace and I don’t like that… I want kit to stay the kid who talked about superhero’s and was funny (but a different brand of funny than jace cause I see people compare there humor a lot and I just disagree) and while it doesn’t make a lot of sense now that i’m typing this out I want kit to be shorter because it fits the nerdy funny personality he has in my head and like ty’s a centurion (I have no idea how to spell this but it autocorrected to this) and he’s gonna be like an amazing detective and this literally makes no sense but i’ve already typed it out so…

[stripeixii]

It's Wednesday m'dudes

On Wednesdays we wear pink

[justinepush]

The only reason why I watched Reign of Supermen:

I originally wanted to draw the crack, but decided nah I wanna draw Kon El smiling at me because I can and I will.

[anxious-someone]

The sudden urge to write Batfam/ She-Ra and the princesses of power crossover

[starisenby]

Apparently Ruin Girl Is Named Cassie...

IF Gregory is truly the Crying Child/CC/Evan/Norman/Michael/Kenny/Chris/whatever other name he's been given, then this would be quite a funny thing I mean sure Cassie has brown hair and not black but book Cassidy had brown hair so idk man

[july-19th-club]

oatmeal book! oatmeal book!! oatmeal book!!!

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Sol I have the burning NEED to know how Cassie feels about A-Town.

[For everyone just tuning in: A-Town is my idea for a shitty postwar sitcom inspired by Jake Berenson's life, much to Jake Berenson's disgust.]

So there's two related questions here: How does Cassie actually feel about the show, and how does the public think Cassie feels about the show? Because Jake is the only Animorph stupid enough to give the press his real unfiltered reaction.

Rachel tells blatant, unconvincing lies about liking A-Town every time she's asked, citing nonexistent plots as being her favorites. Marco cites it as "truly one of the shows of our time" and "containing several episodes that were certainly filmed". Jake has zero grasp of the subtleties of the media landscape, which is why Jake can always be counted on to launch into an hour-long rant about how offensive and disrespectful it is when asked.

Tobias will simply demorph and fly away if an interviewer brings it up. If they persist in asking after the first time, he'll pause to barf up a chipmunk skeleton on their desk before he goes. Ax seems completely unaware that the events of A-Town could in any way be inspired by the events of the Yeerk-Human War, and continues to appear blissfully ignorant even after several attempts to disillusion him. Whether he's faking it, playing his usual games with verbal irony, or just deep in denial is anyone's guess.

Anyway, I imagine attempts to ask Cassie about A-Town go something like:

Interviewer: So. A-Town. Have you seen it?

Cassie: Yes, and my opinion on A-Town is related to PETA's use of shock tactics to advance what they claim is a pro-animal-welfare cause, but in reality is just the front for a for-profit company that actively harms the cause of real animal-welfare organizations like the SPCA and the WWF.

Interviewer: Where is this going?

Cassie: You see, Barry, when PETA falsely presents animals as having the same needs as humans, they encourage dangerous myths of predation as inherently harmful when in reality —

Interviewer: Okay, okay, what does this have to do with A-Town?

Cassie: Oh, I've forgotten what the connection was. But to know how I feel about A-Town, I recommend going to the World Wildlife Federation's donation page —

Interviewer: And let's go to Melinda with the weather!

[winnieinthemeadow]

crack theory of the day: cassie is cassidy and that’s why she’s going to save gregory/c.c. (cause they have that bond from fredbear)

[dr-rabbit-3]

I made chapter 2!

Chapter: 2

🦋 oh how you wound me so~🦋:

Slowly, he made his way out the door, gripping the knife tightly in his hand. Upon entering the room, he couldn't help but stare in shock as he saw Ellis halfway through the freaking window. The knife he was holding dramatically hit the floor, and Tony found himself speechless, not knowing how to react to the bizarre situation.

Tony eventually picked up the knife, his eyes never leaving Ellis. "What is he doing here?" he wondered aloud, his head slowly tilting to the side like a curious dog. He then carefully put the knife in his pocket and put on a pair of gloves before slowly walking over to where Gregory was struggling. As he approached, he picked up the tweezers lying on the table.

Gregory tried his best to break free from the restraints holding him down, but he couldn't muster enough strength. Tony noticed this and knelt down beside him, his eyes full of concern. He gently held Gregory's face, looking into his eyes. "You know this is for your own good, right?" Tony asked, his tone gentle but firm. "What kind of friend would I be if I let you do things like...this?" He finished, lifting up Gregory's maggot-filled arm.

Tony's voice was soothing, like a father talking to a child, a chill went up Gregory's spine. Meanwhile, Ellis had disappeared from the window and was now standing behind Tony. He looked at Gregory with pleading eyes, doing a motion with his hands, prompting him to mute himself. Tony's eyes twitched almost imperceptibly, as if he could sense Ellis's movement behind him.

Ellis then grabbed a baseball bat he found lying nearby and swung it towards Tony's head. Tony, however, was quick on his feet, and he grabbed the baseball bat before it could make contact. "Hmm, what's this?" he asked, his voice curious. "Why are you trying to stop me from helping him?" As he spoke, he pulled the baseball bat towards him, bringing Ellis with it. Ellis hit the ground hard, and Gregory couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Gregory just wanted to help them, but Tony wouldn't let him. "Oh my god, will you just let me do what I need to do?" he shouted, his voice filled with frustration. But Tony was adamant. "Absolutely not!" he retorted. "Are you insane?! There are maggots in your arm, Gregory! Maggots! How in the world are you still alive?" Tony's voice was a mix of anger and disbelief as he looked at Gregory, still trying to process the grim situation before him.

Tony was always a bit weirded out by Gregory, and he came off as kind of strange, but it was never this bad. Tony thought he could use a little assistance. He knew exactly who to call - it was Cassie. If he couldn't convince Gregory that this was for his own good, then she definitely could.

"You know what," Tony said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He punched in Cassie's number and waited for her to answer. With her help, he might be able to get through to Gregory and finally do what was needed to help him.

.....With Cassie:

Cassie lay on her bed, staring expressionlessly at the door to her bedroom. She didn't feel right, not at all. She just couldn't get over what had happened a month ago. She felt sick. What could she do? On one hand, Gregory needed serious help, but on the other, she risked losing her friendship with him. Gregory had always been fascinated with nature, but she never thought it was that extreme.

Her train of thought was interrupted by her phone ringing. She picked it up and saw that it was Tony. "Um... hello," she said, sounding kind of tired. But it's not like she could sleep anyway.

"Cassie, you aren't going to believe what Gregory did..." Tony said, but Cassie had a hunch about what he might have done.

"What... did he do?" Cassie asked quietly.

"He... he put maggots in his freaking arm!" Tony shouted. "Can you believe it? What's wrong with him?"

"R- really? I can't believe it, that's... gross..." Cassie replied, but in reality, she could definitely believe it. She was well aware of Gregory's little hobby. After what she had seen a month ago, it didn't surprise her he had done worse than put maggots in his arm to save them.

"I... I really need you to come over here," Tony said.

"No- I can't..." Cassie said, trembling slightly. She needed to tell somebody about Gregory, but Gregory would be heartbroken. He would never forgive her. She wasn't sure how to help Gregory.

"Why not?" Tony asked.

"It's just... I can't..." Cassie said, as she hung up on Tony, fighting the urge to cry.

End of chapter 2....🐛

Oh the story can also be found here!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/354684665?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Dr-rabbit-3&wp_originator=bMKJIULxDus5HMxk8E9Cibirosm9CHkCu6h0qJvBZ2W3NBMOG4Kx%2Bhw69GnbQ8NjfsefFacQ4pJPqF1qHG%2BH6pDs%2Fwyse35c4UuCDO1GYlJXaGK4sf2KYVN%2BGa1FpwcL

[cubikzoa]

My current favorite Hannibal crack theory is that he’s just a guy who misunderstood what having a “biting kink” entails, and everything spiraled from there. Now the FBI is after him for cannibalism and serial murder just because he wanted to switch things up on Grindr.

He’s like “I’m committing to the bit by roasting this human person to eat. Good for me tbh”

[mamawasatesttube]

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” for the ficlet prompt pls !! love your writing so so much ❤️

Tim is a very serious guy, busy doing very serious work.

"—still don't know why anyone would write this! Actually, who the fuck paid them to write this?! Is this the state of journalism in today's world?" Bart flails a hand at his laptop screen, laughing so hard he's turning red. "Someone—someone got paid to write—to write this?! This is a self-help article?!"

"I just don't—why would you—" Kon stares at the screen, too, fingers steepled and pressed to his lips in deep consternation. "I can't even finish my dramatic reading! Why would—why would—who even wants to phone a friend in the middle of doing an enema?"

Tim is a very serious guy, busy doing very serious work, by which he means playing Minesweeper while listening to his very un-serious friends read a how-to guide on, for some reason, coffee enemas. It happens. He really did mean to get work done, but sitting in the common room was a mistake; he's just been listening and swallowing laughter for the past ten minutes.

"I can promise you this. If any of you ever phone me with anything up your ass, we are not friends anymore," Cassie says, sounding disturbed.

That does it. Tim's finger slips and clicks a bomb instead of a safe tile as he wheezes with sudden, explosive laughter.

All three of them whip around to look at him; Bart is the first to crack into giggles, too, then Kon smothers a chuckle into his hands, and finally Cassie slumps back onto the cushions behind her, cackling. Tim really, truly does try to get ahold of himself, but it's a losing battle at this point.

"Where did you even find this article, Bart?" he manages, grinning breathlessly. "Send me the link." It sounds like a great way to harass Dick, and Tim needs to do that yesterday.

"Why?" Bart shoots back immediately. "Feeling inspired?"

"You better not call me when you try it out," Cassie wheezes.

Kon, meanwhile...

Oh. Wait. What's up with Kon? He's still grinning, but it's a softer look than before; his eyes sparkle with warmth as he looks at Tim, perching in the bay window. That's a very, ah... fond? Yes, fond. A very fond look for someone whose companions are currently losing their shit about a self-help article about coffee enemas.

Tim meets his gaze and quirks an eyebrow. Kon blinks at him, seeming surprised; did he think Tim wouldn't notice him gazing over like that?

"Sorry, sorry," Kon says, though he certainly doesn't sound particularly sorry. “When you laugh like that, it just—man, you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Tim's face immediately flames. That's rich, coming from the most beautiful guy in not just the room, but the entire city. Country. World? Yeah, world. "Uh."

"Oh my god, shut the fuck up, you're so sappy!" Bart groans, smacking Kon on the shoulder. Kon, because he's Kon, just preens at his complaints. "Stop being a cheese before I kick your ass!"

"Be careful that it doesn't have coffee in it!" Cassie snickers into her hands.

Normally, Tim would join in on the ribbing. Right now, though, he's still a little stuck on Kon just casually calling him beautiful for laughing. What the fuck. They've been officially dating for two weeks! He can't just spring that kind of thing on Tim! And the worst (best) part is, because he's Kon, Tim knows he's being completely genuine about it!

Why did this have to happen during this, of all conversations?

"Now, Bart," Kon says, and aggressively ruffles Bart's hair. "You know Tim is the only one here with the rights to touch my ass, kicking or not."

Bart blows an obnoxiously loud raspberry. Tim drops his face into his hands.

Yeah, he's a serious guy, alright. Real serious about... starting a new game of Minesweeper and listening to his friends continue to be a bunch of comedians.

♥ soft sentence starters ♥

[dc-said-bi-robin-rights]

“Hey, Rose?" Cassie said, walking into the gym and leaning against the doorframe. "Do you have a sec?"

Rose half-turned her head, letting the fists she was using to pummel the punching bag in front of her into shreds drop. "Shoot.”

“It, uh, actually might take more than a second," Cassie said, scratching the base of her neck. "Look, just work out later, okay? I need to talk to you."

Rose raised an eyebrow at that before ultimately shrugging, taking off her earbuds and grabbing her towel. “Sure. But I was in the middle of my routine, so this better be important."

"It's important to me," Cassie retorted, crossing her arms and looking away, an inexplicable flush coming over her face. "You, um, remember that time you used that Regulator guy on Amy and me?"

Rose's face darkened. “Look, if this is about whether or not we should invite Bombshell back to the team, then..

"No, it isn't about that," Cassie said, tucking a lock of her own hair behind her ear and looking away. “It's about what happened after that, actually. When you, um, grabbed me by the throat and pointed a knife at me.”

Rose frowns. “Don't tell me you have nightmares about that or something. I barely even touched you.”

"No, not nightmares." Cassie scratched her neck, steadfastly looking anywhere but at Rose. "I……. that is.…. I was just wondering if…”

Rose put a hand on her hip. "Just spit it out, Cass."

"Is there any way you could, um, do that again?"

Rose blinked. Cassie blinked. Outside, a pigeon flies into the window and dies.

"Do that again?" Rose repeated, like she might've just misheard her. "What, holding a knife against your throat?"

"Yes, actually," she said, turning to glare at Rose before sighing and leaning her head back against the doorframe. “Oh, whatever. Go ahead, make your stupid snarky comment so we can just forget this ever happened and move on."

"I don't think so,' Rose says, her lips curling into a smirk. She walks up to Cassie and grabs her chin lightly between her thumb and her index finger, turning her head to face her before leaning in close to her ear. I think you're going to tell me exactly what it is you want me to do, wonder bitch."

"I want you to hold a knife to my throat as you fuck me," Cassie murmured huskily, shivering at her own words. "And I want it to be real. I want to be able to bleed if you screw up."

"Who says I'd be the one screwing up in this situation?" Rose's breath was hot against her ear, as was the hand that's suddenly sliding down her thigh. “You're perfectly capable of hurting yourself all on your own, little miss condescending princess.

Cassie closed her eyes. "Rose.”

"Unless you want me to break the guy out of jail and make him watch—“ Cassie shuddered “—I'm not sure how I'm supposed to make that happen, wonder bitch,” Rose admitted, leaning back and swiping her thumb over Cassie's lips. "It's not like you have a kryptonite or something I could use."

Cassie bit her lip, briefly debating the wisdom of giving Rose this kind of information before eventually acquiescing to her own desires. "Actually, we kind of do."

Rose raised an eyebrow. “We?"

"The Amazons," she clarified, dismissing the mental image of an angry Donna screaming herself hoarse at her for revealing their one weakness to anyone outside the tribe by mentally reminding her she's not technically an Amazon. "We do have a kryptonite. It's, um, being tied up."

Rose blinked. Cassie blinked. Outside, there was a loud crash and an equally loud yell as Bart slipped on the kitchen rug at super-speed and crashed into the counter. This happened at least three times a week. No one had bothered to move the rug yet.

"You're kidding."

"I'm not," Cassie sighed, pushing her hair back with a hand. “I know it sounds like was made up by some guy with a bondage fetish but if we're tied up by someone we're, um, attracted to, we lose all of our powers."

Rose's one eye twinkled in amusement, smug. "Attracted to, huh?"

"Shut up," Cassie scoffed, hitting Rose in the arm. “You know I'm attracted to you, dummy, I'm your girlfriend."

"I know." Rose's grin widened and she leaned forward, tracing Cassie's bottom lip with her thumb. “Still, never hurts to hear it more than-*ow*! Did you just fucking *bite* me, you skank?!"

Cassie grinned. It had been more of a teasing nip, really, but maybe Rose was just not as tough as she looked. “Don't grab what you can't handle."

"Oh, I'm gonna handle you," Rose retorted darkly, turning Cassie around and shoving her against the wall before snatching her lasso.

"So how much of you needs to be tied up for this little trick to work, anyway?"

"Just loop it around my legs or something," Cassie instructed, grinning when Rose kneels down to do just that before straightening back up. "I want to have my arms free."

"Right." Experimentally, Rose pinches Cassie's arm and is gratified by a sharp intake of breath. Looks like it's working, then. So there was no need to keep testing it.

Rose let that thought hang in the air for less tan a second before going ahead and pinching Cassie's ass this time, much harder than she’d pinched her arm, just to be mean.

"Ow!" Cassie complained. "Stop that!"

Rose snorted. "Or what?'

*Or-" Cassie began, but is cut off by her own surprised yelp as Rose smacks her on the ass.

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this," Rose purred, and Cassie shivered at the dark tone of her voice. “Just you wait. I have so many ideas I wanna try. But first..”

~~

Tim had been having a good day. A very good day, in fact. He was no longer team leader, Damian was nowhere in sight, and he had finally managed to have sex with somebody the night before without the world ending. Not only that, but Kon had finally agreed to stop calling him skaterboy90004x in public after much, much arguing. He was having such a good day that he spontaneously decided to work out for the first time in a while. Not train. Just workout. Just do some weights, run some miles, maybe do a push-up or two if he could manage it. It sounded nice.

That was until he walked into the gym to see a lingerie-clad Rose cleaning a knife in front of a very red-looking Cassie, who, upon closer inspection, was revealed to be completely naked, her modesty preserved only by the fact she was lathered head to toe in whipping cream.

Actually, that wasn’t exactly true. Her head was free. It was just the rest of her that was…

The rest of his brain caught up to Tim’s detective cortex, as he liked to call it, and he blinked. “Uh…”

Both Cassie and Rose’s heads whirled around to stare at him, blinking back in surprised. Cassie blinked. Rose blinked. Tim blinked. Somewhere beyond the room-to-floor glass wall, a very sinister-looking Deathstroke planted his feet against the glass, keeping his hands on the rope of his grappling hook. The super-villainous super-villain peered inside, and he blinked too, before having an instantaneous heart attack, falling thirty stories, and dying as a smear on the sidewalk. No one inside noticed, being otherwise preoccupied.

“This is not what it looks like,” Cassie tried after a long pause, which if true, would frankly only make it worse, because, well, if it wasn’t what it looked like, *what the fuck was it*?

“Yes it is,” Rose said, grinning. “Wanna watch?”

Cassie’s head turned accusingly, her face turning a shade of red previously only seen in the deepest layers of hell. “*Rose*!”

Rose rolled her one eye good-naturedly. “Just kidding, wonder bitch, no need to get your panties in a bunch.” She winked at Tim—or blinked, maybe, it was actually kind of hard to tell with the eyepatch—her grin widening,. “Close the door on your way out, skater boy. I’m going to lick your girlfriend clean.”

For some reason, he gets the urge to correct that instead of immediately sprinting out of the room and pulling a Rose on both his eyes—preferably after rinsing them with boiling water. “To be clear, me and Cassie never actually dated, we just…”

“GET THE FUCK OUT TIM!”

[caitlynmeow]

Alcina @ younger Cassandra: this attitude better be preparing her to lead the family business and not lead a jail gang

[horrifichaunts]

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