#inspired by a tumblr post

[cod-dump]

Price: YOU DUMB CUNTS

Ghost, Gaz, & Soap: *flinch*

Price: Not you, boys

Soap: Oh thank god

[nevvn]

starting to like this brush,,

[bittersweetstargazer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman) & Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) & Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen & Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman) & Bruce Wayne, Justice League & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen, Justice League (DCU) Additional Tags: Identity Reveal, Secret Identity Fail, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Attempt at Humor, Humor, Based on a Tumblr Post, Bruce Wayne is So Done, bruce identity reveal gone wrong basically lmao Summary:

"As I was saying, I've decided it was high time that you all learned who I was. We've known each other long enough, and we've fought by each other's sides for all that time. I trust you all equally with this."

Silence reigned as Bruce reached up, grabbing the base of his face covering, and pulled off his cowl.

Nothing. And then—

Hal relaxed once again, taking a deep breath. "That was kind of anticlimactic, if you ask me. You're honestly just some guy."

And because he really didn't have anything else to say, he blurted out, "Do you not recognize me?"

~ Bruce reveals his identity . . . It doesn't go as planned ~

@bbbbbbbbatman i wrote it 

[scones-and-texting-and-murder]

Get My Heart Under Contract

Written because I couldn't shake this post by @stonelionhearts. Thanks to @velvethopewrites for the little push i needed to write it!

ao3 1400 words, rated T (for now anyhow) 4926 word, Rated E

This is all Gabriel’s fault.

Cas’s business is doing just fine. He’s staying busy. He has a steady stream of customers. Home improvement never goes out of fashion. But his brother has insisted he join a--God, Cas can hardly even think it without rolling his eyes--networking group. Which is why Cas is dressed in a goddamn dress shirt, tie, and slacks on a Tuesday morning instead of finishing up the jetted tub install on his latest job.

Which reminds him. He needs to pick up a part. Glancing at the time, he sees he has a few minutes to kill before the meeting starts. He’s across town from his usual hardware store, but these chains are all the same so he can pop into the one over here and kill two birds with one stone.

He strides purposely into the store, confident he’ll know the layout, to grab the piece and be on his way again. Instead, he finds himself wandering from aisle to aisle, frustration building as he does. By the time he finds the plumbing section, he’s muttering to himself about inefficient store planners and glaring at the long rows of products as if they've personally offended him. Honestly, if he had the time he’d start re-organizing the entire layout in a way that actually makes sense. Sighing, he tries again to find what he’s looking for, a small headache beginning behind his eyes. Definitely Gabriel’s fault.

A friendly voice comes from his left. “Can I help you?”

Cas tugs at his own collar in an attempt not to snap at this salesperson who has no idea he’s just taken his life into his own hands. He turns to crisply dismiss the poor fellow and finds himself face to face with what can only be described as an incredibly beautiful man. He’s looking at Cas expectantly, green eyes wide. There’s a smattering of freckles on his face, and he wets his lips as he waits for Cas to answer. Which Cas should definitely do, but this is such an unexpected turn of events that Cas finds they’re standing and staring at each other for much longer than is socially appropriate.

The man--and now Cas sees he’s got a name tag pinned to his work apron--Dean nods at the display and tries again. “Looks like you’re working on a plumbing project. Those can be tricky. Do you know what piece you need?”

Of course Cas knows what he needs. He’s got all the dimensions memorized. He could do this job in his sleep. “Uh,” he begins, and has to clear his throat. He holds out his hands. “About this big?”

Dean studies the display, his tongue poking out at his concentrates. It’s all Cas can do not to reach out a hand to steady himself. He’s watching Dean’s face instead of finding the part he needs, and maybe he should feel bad about all this blatant staring, but he feels something akin to starstruck by this man.

“It’s probably this one.” Dean reaches for the exact part Cas was looking for, and Cas watches the muscles of his shoulder flex beneath his tight black t-shirt. “But just to be on the safe side, you might want to take this size as well.” He turns to face Cas, a part in each hand. “We make returns as easy as possible,” he says with a smile.

Cas definitely only needs the larger size. He takes both parts, happy to have something to do with his hands at least. “Thank you. That’s very helpful.”

“Anything else?”

If Cas leaves right now, he’ll only be about five minutes late for the networking meeting. He takes a step to his left, moving into Dean’s personal space, and pivots to the display behind them. “Can you tell me about these?”

They’re nothing complicated. Ball valve shut offs. Cas has an entire drawer of them in his tool box. Still, Dean answers his question respectfully, explaining various uses and pointing out the differences. “And these?” Cas realizes he's pointed to a display of brass nipple fittings and why do all these pieces sound so dirty? Cas works on not blushing as he lets Dean’s words wash over him, watching the way Dean’s face lights up as he talks, his strong hands picking things up to show Cas the minute differences. There’s nothing condescending in his speech, just the pure joy of sharing his knowledge with someone who wants to learn.

And does Cas ever want to learn. He wants to learn if Dean’s lips are as soft as they look. He wants to learn if those gold flecks in his green eyes look different under candlelight. He wants to learn how the calloused touch of those work-worn hands would feel on Cas’s shoulder and chest and hip…

“You know a lot about building things, it seems,” Cas manages. “Where did you learn it all?”

Dean glances away. “My dad was all about uh, DIY, I guess you could say. Left me with some skills.” There’s a story there, Cas is sure. He wants to learn that, too. Dean, however, seems eager to change the subject. “What about you? Are you working your way through your honey-do list?”

Cas watches as Dean’s mouth twists, like he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. It warms something inside him and he’s quick to respond. “Nothing like that. I live alone.”

Dean smiles at him. “You know, you’re going to need a piece of drywall to patch the hole after that installation.”

He’s not wrong. And Cas has many pieces available already. He feels his head tilt, eyes squinting in confusion. “Where would I find that?”

“Happy to show you!” Dean leads the way, and dear God now Cas can see that he’s got bowed legs, his hips swaying as he walks in a way that has Cas wanting to learn many, many more things.

Dean continues to guide him through the process, at some point grabbing a flat bed cart and loading it up with everything Cas might need. He opens up a register so that he can handle the payment himself. “Thank you, Mr. Novak,” he says, handing him the receipt. And then he offers to help Cas out to his car.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Cas says quickly, because this has gotten out of hand. “I can do it.”

“Nonsense,” Dean says. “No point in you getting dirty when you’re all dressed up nice for work.” He reaches a hand out and Cas freezes, breath caught in his throat, but all Dean does is flip his tie which has somehow turned backwards. While Cas will his pulse to slow, Dean grips the cart. “Now, where are you parked?”

Any other protests die on his lips. There’s nothing to be done and Cas leads him across the parking lot, doing a walk of shame to his very own contractor van parked at the end of a row.

Dean pulls up short with the cart, eyes blinking rapidly. “Novak,” he says. “That’s you?”

“I’m so sorry,” Cas says in a rush, knowing that he’s ruined this. “I didn’t mean to mislead you, it’s just that…”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “Just that what?”

Cas can’t look at him. He stares miserably at his stupid dress shoes. “I was enjoying your company so much.”

There’s a long pause. “Hmm.” Chancing a look, Cas sees Dean is smiling at him. It’s a bit smug, but it looks good on him nonetheless. Dean pulls out his phone and takes a picture of the side of the van. “So, I could call you if I want to continue this conversation?”

Relief has Cas smiling back. “I wish you would.”

Together they unload the cart. “So, what’s with the monkey suit?” Dean asks.

“My brother convinced me to go to a business networking meeting.” Cas checks his watch. “Which I am now embarrassingly late for.”

Dean leans a hip against the side of the van. “That so? Guess you’ll never meet anybody new then.”

“Guess not.” They’re staring at each other again.

Finally, Dean breaks eye contact. “I gotta get back.” He reaches out a hand. “It was a pleasure helping you today, Mr. Novak.”

Cas clasps his hand longer than necessary. It’s warm and strong and Dean uses his thumb to rub a small, secret circle on Cas’s skin. “Call me,” Cas says and it only sounds a little desperate.

“Oh, I will,” Dean assures him with a wink. “You look like the answer to all my pipe-laying needs.”

[jaimebluesq]

A Knight in Shining Shop-Vac

For SangCheng Week Day 6 - The theme is WATER. This is inspired by a post I saw on Tumblr some time ago about guys meeting on Grindr but instead of sexy chat, one needs help fixing something. So here we are!

Summary:

Jiang Cheng, in his 40s and newly divorced, has begun questioning who he is and what he wants. At the prodding of his best friend and sister, he's downloaded Grindr and made a profile, but it's been harder than he thought to get up the nerve to begin looking at profiles. Once he does, the first message he gets isn't a pick-up line or a dick pic - it's a request for help.

[the-black-bulls]

Zora & Gauche: [out getting supplies]

Zora: Woah, look at all these posters! Big Shots are really trying to label Asta as a criminal.

Gauche: Shut up. I’m trying to stay civil.

Random Person: [insults Asta]

Gauche: [kicks him as hard as he can right on the back, then keeps walking]

Zora: That’s civil?

Gauche: I said I’m trying.

Zora: No this — [throws several rainbow stink bugs on a crowd insulting Asta, then mock-apologizes to them] — is how you act civil.

Gauche: That's not civil, it's passive-aggressive.

Zora: And you were being aggressive-aggressive.

[aquamarine-wings]

There is no hero in this story. No one to take up the mantle of good and righteousness. No one who stands for justice and truth.

Instead, there is war and death brought by those who sought the land for their own selfish gain. There is pain and violence wrought by those who were conqueror and conquered alike. And in the end, the land and all its peoples are wracked with scars too numerous to count. Emotional and physical hurts too deep to ever fully heal.

There are no heroes in this story. And yet, there are also no villains. No one whose journey is only ever inspired by evil. No one whose motives are purely selfish and hateful.

Instead, there are charismatic leaders and loyal soldiers. There are people trying to take back their homes. There are people just going about their day, trying to survive and live under such violence as this.

No black and white morality exists in this world. Instead, there are people. There are people, not heroes and not villains, that made this place the wreckage it stands as today. There are people who lived and died and survived in this hellish landscape. There are people who created and destroyed all that was and still remains here.

They were people. And isn’t that the most monstrous thing of all?

[thefirstanomally]

Based on this post:

[ghostdoodlen]

When You Stalk Your Son

Tumblr inspired me so I made this

[starrysharks]

ghanaian miku

[cod-dump]

Graves: I'm back, bitches!

Price: YOU WERE IN PRISON! HOW ARE YOU HERE!?

Graves: High security my ass, it was a overcrowded escape room at best

Nik: ... John

Price: No!

Nik: JOHN PLEASE-

[i69bea]

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[what-iz-life]

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage

[minimalist-quotes]

The older you get, the more you choose calmness over drama and distance over disrespect. You prioritize your peace, mental health, and happiness - over everything.

[usefulquotes7]

Maturity is when you realize people can't give you what they can't give themselves, so you stop expecting loyalty from people who betray themselves, stop expecting honesty from people who lie to themselves, and stop expecting peace from people who are at war with themselves.

[tofixtheshadows]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Kabru deprives himself.

Kabru as a character is intertwined with the idea that sometimes we have to sacrifice the needs of the few for the good of the many. He ultimately subverts this first by sabotaging the Canaries and then by letting Laios go, but in practice he's already been living a life of self-sacrifice.

Saving people, and learning the secrets of the dungeons to seal them, are what's important. Not his own comforts. Not his own desires. He forces them down until he doesn't know they're there, until one of them has to come spilling out during the confession in chapter 76.

Specifically, I think it's very significant, in a story about food and all that it entails, that Kabru is rarely shown eating. He's the deuteragonist of Dungeon Meshi, the cooking manga, but while meals are the anchoring points of Laios's journey, given loving focus, for Kabru, they're ... not.

I'm sure he eats during dungeon expeditions, in the routine way that adventurers must when they sit down to camp. But on the surface, you get the idea that Kabru spends most of his time doing his self-assigned dungeon-related tasks: meeting with people, studying them, putting together that evidence board, researching the dungeon, god knows what else. Feeding himself is secondary.

He's introduced during a meal, eating at a restaurant, just to set up the contrast between his party and Laios's. And it's the last normal meal we see him eating until the communal ending feast (if you consider Falin's dragon parts normal).

First, we get this:

Kabru's response here is such a non-answer, it strongly implies to me that he wasn't thinking about it until Rin brought it up. That he might not even be feeling the hunger signals that he logically knew he should.

They sit down to eat, but Kabru is never drawn reaching for food or eating it like the rest of his party. He only drinks.

It's possible this means nothing, that we can just assume he's putting food in his mouth off-panel, but again, this entire manga is about food. Cooking it, eating it, appreciating it, taking pleasure in it, grounding yourself in the necessary routine of it and affirming your right to live by consuming it. It's given such a huge focus.

We don't see him eat again until the harpy egg.

What a significant question for the protagonist to ask his foil in this story about eating! Aren't you hungry? Aren't you, Kabru?

He was revived only minutes ago after a violent encounter. And then he chokes down food that causes him further harm by triggering him, all because he's so determined to stay in Laios's good graces.

In his flashback, we see Milsiril trying to spoon-feed young Kabru cake that we know he doesn't like. He doesn't want to eat: he wants to be training.

Then with Mithrun, we see him eating the least-monstery monster food he can get his hands on, for the sake of survival- walking mushroom, barometz, an egg. The barometz is his first chance to make something like an a real meal, and he actually seems excited about it because he wants to replicate a lamb dish his mother used to make him!

...but he doesn't get to enjoy it like he wanted to.

Then, when all the Canaries are eating field rations ... Kabru still isn't shown eating. He's only shown giving food to Mithrun.

And of course the next time he eats is the bavarois, which for his sake is at least plant based ... but he still has to use a coping mechanism to get through it.

I don't think Kabru does this all on purpose. I think Kui does this all on purpose. Kabru's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be understood as informing his character just as much as Laios's autism informs his. It's another way that Kabru and Laios act as foils: where Laios takes pleasure in meals and approaches food with the excitement of discovery, Kabru's experiences with eating are tainted by his trauma. Laios indulges; Kabru denies himself. Laios is shown enjoying food, Kabru is shown struggling with it.

And I can very easily imagine a reason why Kabru might have a subconscious aversion towards eating.

Meals are the privilege of the living.