#clearing out my inbox

[octavodeci]

Can you draw SJ pushing Camille down a flight of stairs?

More canon than hiring a bunch of thugs to beat him up.

[sipthegossip-if]

Random facts about our director pls?🥹 Need to learn more about them

hiiii myyyyyy angelllll soooo sorry for the late reply 🤍 here r ur fun facts

[frownyalfred]

Hi! I've loved reading your fics and I am currently reading eye in the sky - I was wondering which tumblr posts you were inspired by? thank you.

Mostly the injustice ones! Feel free to check what I've reblogged under that tag, it's probably mostly those. Injustice, while flawed for many reasons, is largely about Clark's devolution from his own hopes and sense of justice. He turns fearful and the world pays the price for it. I wanted to see what that kind of fear would look like, coupled with his love for Bruce (apparent in the dream sequence where Bruce is in prison in Injustice for killing the Joker).

I think, coupled with my recent re-read of Porridge (god damn you author, still haunts me) I wanted to see what that kind of hyperfocus on safety and order looked like also turned onto Bruce. Bruce, who was Clark's last reminder of his normal life without Lois and their unborn child. Without his parents. He's the only one who truly knew Clark, and while Clark hates him for the power he holds, he wants to keep him safe more than anything else. Not just because he's Bruce, but because he's the last of it all.

I think a lot, as a victim of a serious crime myself, about how Injustice is about Clark's inability to handle the randomness and swiftness of violence. His Regime is a reaction to his loss, a new order that purports to prevent anything like that from happening again. But, the moral for me at least is, that kind of vigilance can't prevent tragedy from happening again. And we lose a part of ourselves, when we turn so bitter and suspicious of the world around us. Clark is playing a losing game, holding onto an Earth and a Bruce he thinks he can control and protect.

[boredzillenial]

Jealous Blue Jones but he doesn't wanna admit it's because he actually cares about you? 😭

We’re not gonna talk about how long this has sat in my inbox 💀 IM GONNA CLEAR EVERYTHING I PROMISE 😭 Drabble of Jealous Blue incoming from his POV.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I hiss under my breath. The new girl, the one who’d caught the eye of every man in the club including mine, just stepped off stage from her first performance. I knew she’d be great, knew she could move that beautiful body in a way that’d rake in money for me.

And while I expected the rush of pride that hit when they ogled her and clamored for her attention, I hadn’t expected this. This little green monster in my chest when she looked excited to have all their attention. I knew what they would wanna do with her, to her…

Usually the girls were disgusted, or begrudgingly accepted a clients advances after I insisted. But to see that smirk on her face, the glimmer in her eye as she saw the cash in their hands is pissing me off. She has no clue how men like that like to play…

She carries that little smile all the way to her dressing room. She’s so proud of herself she didn’t even notice me slip in the room behind her, slam the door shut with my foot and quickly lock it.

“Blue?” She jumps, there’s that little flash of fear I like to see…

“How do you feel after your first performance?” I plaster a calm mask across my face to hide the storm raging in my chest. But judging by her weariness my eyes are probably giving me away. “You look pretty proud of yourself.”

“I saw all those guys, all that money.” I watch her throat as she swallows hard. “That’s a good thing right?”

I nod and smile “oh yeah, a great thing for me. But for you? Surely you’ve talked to the others about what attention from patrons means.” The mental image of their grubby hands grabbing at her skin, the pathetic little noises she’d probably make as the clumsily rut into her… I have to shake my head to get the image out.

When I look back at her I notice her face has paled. Her gaze shifted to something far off, was she picturing something similar?

“You know - I could -“ her glance up at me caught the words in my throat, was that hope? “Find another use for you.” I had to find another use for her, have to keep those others away from her…

“What do you mean exactly?” That hope turned back fear at my proposition.

“I mean, seeing everyone clamoring for you like that. Makes me realize -” I stride toward her, testing how she’d react. Sure enough she casts her gaze down, such a good girl. “ - Just how special you must be.” I coo.

She stiffens, whether it’s my words or my closeness I’m not sure. But she doesn’t lean away when I run a hand down her arm. “How my personal attendant sound hmm?”

She nods, still not quite meeting my eyes “so I’ll - dance for you?”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles in my throat, “Oh much more than that.” Her adorable face flushes just a tinge, I ought to let her imagination run wild with that but I ease her worry, “You’ll grab my coffee, let me know when important clients come and go, keep me company.”

She nods, “I can do that.”

Something a little to close to exhilaration ran through me at her agreement. “Good-“ I clap her on the shoulder and turn away, simultaneously trying to turn my back on the feeling “- you start immediately. Change out of that outfit into something more comfortable for the evening. We’ve got a long night and the coffee ain’t gonna make itself.”

“T-thank you-“ the soft sound of her appreciation makes my steps falter. I manage not to look back, only waving an acknowledgment over my shoulder. This is gonna be harder than I thought…

[ceilingfan5]

taz musical theater au, please :O??? -ise (currently listening to broadway Anastasia and going buckwild again /lh)

"So," Kravitz says, the door closing behind him dramatically. He doesn't put his bag down like he usually does. Instead he looks stiff and frustrated and confused. And cute. Still painfully fucking cute, as always. "I was surprised to see you at the casting call today."

"Why? You've been talking about it since I moved in last month." Taako kicks his feet off the edge of the couch and keeps pretending to read the magazine he stole from the dentist yesterday, as revenge for having to be there. It's months old, but some of the recipes are still interesting.

Kravitz makes a face like he is trying, with all his might, not to telegraph how confused and frustrated he is. Too bad. Consider that code morsed, buckaroo. Tappity tap tap, you've betrayed how you feel. Better luck when the telephone gets invented. 

"It's just," he says. "I did not think you were interested in musicals. Or this musical, specifically. Or being in the musical that I am running, and taking very seriously, by the way."

"Did I do a bad job in my audition?" Taako audibly turns a sleek page, and pretends to be interested in Cheez-it encrusted lamb nuggets. "You don't have to give me a call back if I'm not right for the part."

"No," Kravitz sighs, shaking his head. He clutches his bag close, like it will be a weapon against the great unknown of Taako's mysterious motives. "You were–amazing. I was afraid we weren't going to have a villain this round. You- Taako- " Kravitz walks over and grips the back of the couch. Taako looks So Very Incredibly Casually up at him, smirking. "You absolutely bodied your audition." 

"Cool," Taako says, like it doesn't matter at all. Like, oh, chips were on sale? That's nice, maybe we'll make some dip. Maybe not. "I thought there was uh, a process for letting people know they're in." 

"There is!" Kravitz stresses. "But we live together. Taako, we live together, I've known you for almost two months now, I've been talking about this musical all summer, and I've never heard you sing! What- I didn't know you even knew where the playhouse was!" 

"Google maps," Taako provides helpfully. He closes his magazine thoughtfully. Maybe tomorrow he will get some Cheez-its. Lamb nuggets can't be that bad, can they? 

"That's not my question!" Kravitz looks, get this, confused and frustrated. It's hard not to laugh right at him.

"What is your question?" Picture of innocence. Stock photo of a sky-blue day. Motives? What motives? 

"Why did you try out for my musical??" 

"Bored. Sounded fun," Taako says with a shrug. 

"Are you interested in musicals??" Kravitz looks like the unhingedness of this line of interrogation is dawning on him a little late. 

"Who isn't?" 

"Taako!" That grip on the couch is so tight. Fuck, he's gorgeous. Maybe a little dim, though. 

"Kravitz!" Taako grins. "Did you not want me there? Is there a problem? I thought this roommate thing was going okay." 

"It-" Kravitz throws his hands in the air and huffs. "You're allowed to be there!" 

"Oh good," Taako says, playing as stupid as he can manage with a straight face. "Not gonna get arrested today. Probably." 

"Taako-" 

"I mean you never know," Taako adds conversationally. "Always good to be prepared." 

"Are you going to take this seriously??" 

"Course," Taako says, and shrugs. 

"You're not just doing it to fuck with me??" Kravitz. Darling. Really? Your first guess is that he's being mean, and not trying to follow you to a second location because he doesn't want to miss out on his Kravitz time? Sabotage, and not ooey-gooey crush the likes of which an adult ought not have to suffer?? Has Taako been Too Subtle? 

"Why would I do that?" Taako tosses the magazine onto the side table. The two of them watch the whole pile of shit slide slowly onto the floor. Sheet music and snacks and playbooks and photos and maybe the lost remote go all over in slow motion. Taako looks back at Kravitz. Kravitz looks pinched. Calzone of a dude here. Dumpling, even. What's in your pocket, guy? What savory morsels are you withholding? 

"I don't know," he says, after a long, painful moment. "But I'm going to find out." And he turns and marches toward his room. 

Wuh oh. Maybe they got two very different messages on what this story is about. Should he say something? 

Then again…Taako doesn't mind an enemies to lovers plot. Not one bit. 

[achildsfirstsorrow]

I absolutely love the dark atmosphere of your artworks and the way you work with textures🌌🌌🌌

Oh my god this is ANCIENT. IM SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING 🥲🥲🥲 But thank you so so much ❤️

[shirajellyfish]

You probably get a lot of messages like this, so to keep it brief-I really loved reading “I see you, Sundrop!” The character growth and the story line were wonderful to read. I really loved Riley, too; they were probably my favorite character. Thank you for writing such a wonderful story.

I cherish forever every word of every message and comment I get

Thank you so much!! It means so much to me that you gave my fic a try, and I am so happy you enjoyed it. Thank you for your kind words :)

Riley is such a funny character from my perspective. They were originally created just to facilitate the story, everything about their personality and backstory had the single goal of creating interesting interactions with the DCA. But as I wrote them, they developed in ways I hadn't expected. They became a character I really enjoyed writing. It makes me so happy that others enjoyed them as well.

[carpe-aurore]

If you're taking ideas, maybe 'All Nations Welcome, Except Carrie'?

[ohholydyke]

Yesterday I brought up to my classmates - I don't really know why - that I love lesbian Catholic Tumblr. They asked me if I'm Catholic, and I said, "no.. I'm a bisexual protestant, but the lesbian Catholics on Tumblr love me anyways :D"

I’m so glad you feel welcome here 💚 Yes you are absolutely loved and I’m grateful to have you here on this lil corner of the internet

[valkyrieofsmut]

Hullo hullo!

This is a unique question, and I’ve been curious: how would the boys handle a crush or s/o who struggles to shower. Not because they don’t want to be clean, but maybe because they’ve experienced something like a home invasion before, or are afraid for some reason about being in such a vulnerable position.

Let’s say…Edge, Creampuff, Bun, and Stretch

.... as someone who also has this struggle.... a bish, don't shower when she's home alone.... lol Also, ADHD people suffer with this because of the sheer number of steps and them becoming overwhelming fast. It's hard, ok....? It takes an hour (in shower, not including the scalp oil and stuff) for my hair alone, and it has like ten steps just to do a good wash, not even including anything like a hair mask... and all that time! I could be doing so many other things...

Edge- He will schedule the bathing, it doesn't matter what kind, as long as it happens, and he'll do the bathing with them, if need be- again, not because they don't want to be clean! Body doubling is a good way to help some people.

Creampuff- He makes it into something like water games; a large (think communal) shower and lots of fun with like, squirt guns and soap, like when you get kids to take a bath, but together.

Bun- He... asks for help. He has trouble reaching all of him anymore, you see. And there's no reason to get your clothes wet. And while you're in there, nude, too, why not just get it done at the same time?

Stretch- He also struggles with this.... He suggests breaking it down by thing. Today is body washing day. A day to recover. Then hair washing day. A day to recover. Body washing day. Rinse off when you get home from work, no need for anything big, just stand under the water and rinse off for a few minutes to get the sweat off. No biggie.

[colourofthekites]

How big is your….

guilt in not being a productive member of society? insurmountable

[edandstede]

Very very interesting the particular flavor of racism it takes for someone like Adina to do what they do for consecutive years. I wanna speak to their parents.

they think in stereotypes and caricatures 👍

[bronzeagepizzeria]

I've heard about the 60th anniversary leak (if you don't want to know about it, don't read on) and honestly, that would be a very bad scenario for me. The Doctor has already divided for Rose and a version of 10 already lives quietly. Making a division on the Doctor again so that another version of 10 exists (while the existence of 10 came from Rose in the first place) would be a huge stupidity, in addition to a lazy / repetitive scenario for me, and a big disappointment…

yeah. sucks, doesn't it lmao. i remember reading the leak months before the 60th and dismissing it because it sounded preposterous.

[thcrin]

I just rewatched the Fellowship of the Ring and I want to give a shoutout to the bartender at the Prancing Pony. He was kind and gentle to these strange hobbits who made these demands of him, and even stopped in the middle of serving, arms full of tankards, to bend down and answer Frodo's questions about Strider without an ounce of frustration or impatience, even though his tavern was full and he had things to do. I hope that dude survived, he was so kind

according to the lore, he does! and when he finds out strider becomes king of gondor, he's justifiably amazed!

[jamminvroomvroom]

Hi I just wanted to say I LOVED the way you wrote Lando in “Godswing and a trampoline” thank you!!

hi!! thank u sm!! aaaa i’m so sorry i didn’t see this! so sweet of u, i’m so so glad u enjoyed <3

[ceilingfan5]

Uhhh throw the ipre in an underwater city. I don't think you've listened to ethersea but all you need to know is damn those guys are in the ocean huh

“Get this!” Barry says, shaking the notes in his hand for enthusiastic emphasis. “With the soil samples we took-”

“And the magic readings we’ve gotten-” Lup interrupts, bouncing on her toes. 

“This world- this- version of the world- this- plane? Have we settled on nomenclature there? I-”

“It’s- you won’t believe this,” Lup interrupts again, taking Barry’s notes out of his hand. Davenport is very close to telling them to get on with it. His mustache is twitching with trying to be polite. Taako grins. “It’s dramatically older than ours. If they’re following a similar calendar pattern to the one back home, it would be- practically the year 3,000.” 

“Not much has changed, huh?” Taako says, peering down at the water. The Starblaster hums happily as he and Lucretia continue fabricating more wetsuits for the next excursion, and Magnus dangles his feet out the open door. 

“That’s the thing,” Barry says. “It looks like they didn’t live underwater even two hundred years ago, this is a recent development! And considering how much we’ve seen, they’ve adapted just fine! Isn’t that incredible?”

“Yeah,” Merle says, low and appreciative. “I could get used to a place like this. Dunno about the water pressure, but the sun, the sand, the ocean waves…” 

“The pressure is no joke,” Davenport agrees, ignoring the wistfulness coming off Merle like stink lines off gas station sushi. “I don’t know about taking the ship down there. We’ve determined it should still be completely sealed, but the pressure could crush her like a tin can between titanium ass cheeks, and we would be absolutely, terminally fucked.” 

“What a visual,” Taako murmurs, at the same time as Lup says “So true, Cap.” 

“Can you be terminally fucked?” Magnus opens his mouth, and says, with the breath that gives him life. 

“Absolutely,” Lucretia says, perking up. “In fact, there are a lot of ways-”

“Pin that tangent for later,” Capn’port says, beleaguered. 

“Like a butterfly, gone too soon, and for what?” Lup says, grinning devilishly. “I want to hear the infodump.”

“We will, I promise, if Lucretia will oblige,” Dav sighs. She looks sheepish, but amenable. “We just need to make proper contact before they come to us. We’ve already seen how bad it can go.” 

That sobers the crew a little. But they’re stupid, so it doesn’t last. 

“Is there a way you can’t die while fucking?” Magnus asks. Davenport groans. Lucretia considers this deeply. 

“I’m not sure,” she lands on. “Maybe some research-”

Everybody has to consider it now. 

“Poison? No…”

“Radiation…unlikely, but not impossible…”

“Motorcycle accident?” 

The IPRE think about this. 

“Listen,” Davenport says. They all look at him, sure he’s going to get them back on track, but- “I’m sure it could theoretically happen, and it certainly would end in death-”

Everyone has to laugh at that particular visual. 

“Barry, Lup, did you have more to report?” Dav pushes on. Can’t hold back the smile, though.

“Actually-” Barry pushes up his glasses. “You’re not going to believe this-”