#like Clark we get it

[frownyalfred]

Clark: “I can hear Bruce’s heart, and I think he—”

Hal Jordan, about to become superbat’s #1 hater: “WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT HIS FUCKING HEART ALREADY?”

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 84

Amity Park absolutely adores her little ghostling, her little Gatekeeper who was of her own ectoplasm, reborn from her own blood in the center of her new heart. She absolutely adores her baby, practically a newborn, being only a year dead! 

So of course she had to gush and boast about her little phantom to the other city spirits! They all got together to gossip sometimes after all. And both Smallville and Fawcett started to gush about their own little ones back! 

Gosh they should set up a playdate at some point, her little phantom could use some friends in the mortal realm. Well some more friends, three is obviously not enough. Oh, Gotham and Bludhaven have come over as well! It’s a playdate then! 

Now if only each of their world’s timelines were synced up, but at least everyone is around the same age! 

[neverevan]

EVAN BUCKLEY + kisses 2/?

[taming-bats]

Superman was a predator. It's not something that he can change, something that can be helped. It's his nature, his build, his DNA. Even before adding the super powers. Before x-ray vision and super hearing, there were the eyes. There were the fangs.

There are ways to tame a predator, of course. It takes more skill than a simple collar and tight leash. Batman was familiar with these needed skills.

Though, a muzzle surely wouldn't hurt.

There was the fact of the matter, that it wasn't even his idea. Superman had come before him on bended knee and had asked.

Make me like you. Make me feel. I want to be small, I want to be tame, I want to not be in control. I need to know how it feels. I know you can show me.

A willing participant also makes things easier. They were skipping the part of building trust and breaking down walls. Clark trusts Bruce with the strength to rival his own grip. And Bruce had already found the key to every locked door inside Clark.

Clark looked at him now and Bruce could see the Predator below the surface, the part of Clark that he has been tasked to tame. The animal had sharp canines and ears that could hear the blood pumping through it's prey's veins. It stared at Bruce, beneath the beautiful blue, getting closer to the surface as pupils expand. Bruce watches it happen, slowly. The more he refused to play, the more the animal wanted to strike. Even through Clark's shaking breaths, seeming to rattle through his entire ribcage, they don't break eye contact.

The cuffs and their respective chains to the bed were more of a test than any real threat of restraint. Where was Clark now, and how can they improve? Bruce has heard the strain of the metal more than once and they've barely begun. Clark must hear it too, because he keeps catching himself, the chains going slack for a few moments.

Clark looked debauched. Panting, flushed, naked. Bruce was giving him scraps of attention. A gentle touch, an interested look, a few mumbled words if he was doing a good job or not. Clarks need to please was straining in his chest as well as in his boxers.

Clark was the least behaved when Bruce gently graced his fingers over the thin fabric. He tuts when Clark jolts and attempts to press closer. Straining of metal, slack chains, again and again.

"Please," Clark says, though it's barely a word with how it comes out. Bruce has the count of how many cycles of almost-satisfaction they've been through in his mind. Though he's sure Clark stopped counting ages ago.

"Hm?" Bruce hums, feigning innocence.

"Please," Clark tries again through gritted teeth. Straining metal, slack chains. The clicks of the chain lasted longer this time. If predators were to be domesticated, routine and repetition are important. Giving them what they need- but only what they need, not what they want.

Clark nearly chokes when Bruce's grip through his boxers turns serious.

"Please, what?" Bruce is patient. His hand is still. Clark twitches and tries not to thrash. Straining metal.

"Please let me be good for you," the hungry stare of the predator drops, Clark's eyes falling closed. Surrender. Progress. "Please touch me, please tell me I've been good, I-I've been trying so hard. So hard. Say I've been good, Please Please Please and let me- let me touch you. You’re- you're not- you're still clothed- Bruce." his voice cracks. Straining metal. Waiting for a sign.

He wouldn't warn him what would happen if he broke the chains. That was the test, after all.

Clark's breath falls past his lips in hot puffs, refraining from biting his lip with his canines. He was to be soft here, pliant. He was to behave.

Routine.

Clarks proved himself for their first time doing this. If he can maintain composure this last minute, that is. Bruce places the countdown in his head. He palms Clark through his boxers. Clarks eyes are on Bruce's chest and on his hips. He was cheating again, looking below the suit. Bruce could tell by the way Clark was drooling.

"Yes, yes, thank you, please-" Clark whines. Straining metal.

Snap.

It was faint. It wasn't even a clean break, just the wearing of the link. Clark freezes, eyes wide. Bruce tilts his head, his hand halting. They both heard it. It's barely broken.

27 seconds, Bruce's brain supplies, So close, Superman.

Clarks eyes flick up, looking at Bruce through his eyelashes. The bright blue is all but gone. The darkness that replaces it knows he has lost. And it does not intend to lose in vain.

The snaps that follow are in quick succession as Clark lunges forward. He pins Bruce down as teeth latch onto his neck. Cuffs and chains pool around Bruce's head, still attached to his lovers wrists. He doubts Clark will have the mind to break them off.

Bruce groans at the bites to his neck, but Clark quickly gets frustrated at the lack of skin to explore and conquer. Ferocious hands grip and tear his clothes until they're shreds, and Bruce is as bare as him.

Finally exposed as the prey. His heart rate jumps, his blood rushing beneath the predators keen senses. Clark presses his tongue to his favorite spot with a needy moan, and Bruce arches into him.

There were thank yous falling out of Clark, from the desperate noises slipping from his lips, to the way his hands caressed and groped Bruce's hips.

"You're getting the muzzle next time," Bruce grits out. But predators know their prey's tactics, and more often than not

They outrun.

[womp-womp-waa]

Aiden always dealt with hallucinations atleast twice a month because of his lack of sleep. His parents did get him some medicine to help him sleep, he never took them. He hated how the medication made him feel, so he avoided it like the plauge. This was his fifth all nighter he was pulling because of his insomnia. Trudging down to the kitchen, he prepared to make himself a snack. He wasn't to sure if he was gonna cook, bake or just grab something random. Searching through the fridge, trying to find something easy to make without making much noise. Ben had always been a light sleeper, and Aiden always managed to wake Ben up, who always came downstairs and forced Aiden to try and go to bed.

He found some fries that he could easily cook. Turning around satisfied with his search, he saw the eyes and a smile that he could recognise from anywhere.

A phantom 

A panicked scream tore through his throat, as he threw the packet of fries at the monster in the corner. He used his hands to push himself away from the monster, who started to make it's way closer to him. His back hit the wall, he had no where else to go and the phantom was closing the space between them.

Footsteps came from upstairs, he couldn't breathe. Why was this happening? Phantoms shouldn't be here, why was it here. Swiftly, he reached for a kitchen knife and pointed towards the threat. He tried to ignore how much his hands were shaking, he saw a shadow in the corner of his eye. Oh God is there more of them? How the hell did it even get in the house, Ben normally locks the door and- Wait Ben. Oh no, Ben what's Ben gonna do when he finds out there's phantoms in the house. Should he shout for him? As much as he wanted to shout he couldn't manage to squeeze anything out, his throat felt constricted as he took in quick small breathes. The phantom just kept on approaching him, clearly ignoring the knife pointing towards it. Why? Why did it have to keep on getting closer? Why is this the way he's gonna die?

A light turned onAnd just like that the phantom disappeared. Like it never existed. He was still shaking and breathing heavily, he knows that he should put down the knife but it just stayed in place threatening the air. What was happening, is it safe now?

A hand took the knife from his hand, eyes still locked on the vacant space where the phantom use to be standing. Normally, when the hands tool away his only weapon he would've atleast flinched away, but he couldn't he was still struggling to calm down and in shock from that mysterious phantom. Ben's face came into frame, his eyes wide in shock. Did Ben see the phantom as well? Is that why he's so freaked out. "Ben." He managed to heave out, still struggling to catch his breathe "Did you see where the phantom went?" The only answer Aiden was given was a concerned and confused look. 'What happened?' Ben signed to him.

Now it was Aiden's turn to be confused. What did he mean. "The phantom." He clarified once again all he got in response was Ben's confused face getting increasingly more worried as the conversation continued. "You know the phantom that was stood over there and coming towards me." He motioned over to the space where he last saw the phantom. "You couldn't miss it." He stressed, what if Ben thought he was going insane. What if he was going insane. What would the others think if he did finally lose it, would they be sad, disappointed, concerned maybe they wouldn't be surprised at all.

'When was the last time you slept?' Ben asked, Aiden failed to understand why that was relevant to anything. "Um, like on Monday." He watched as Ben practically sagged in relief at that statement. Why is he so calm about this? There's a phantom in their house. 'Aiden, I think that it was just a hallucination' Ben explained 'There is no phantom, your safe.' A hallucination, huh. Uncertainty still plauged his mind, but he trusts his cousin and didn't resist when his cousin led him to their living room.

Ben handed him the remote as he left the room. He started flickering through movies on Netflix before finally settling on Tangled. Once, Ben returned he placed a blanket over Aiden as he settled beside him on the couch. Aiden subconsciously began to lean on Ben. His body felt like it had bricks tied to it, the events of the night left him exhausted. After a while, the movie became white noise in his ears and Aiden felt himself drift off to sleep. He is safe here with Ben. He is safe.

[mamawasatesttube]

i really want a story in which tim and lois get up to snoopery, sneakery, spying, and shenanigans together. i don't have a plot for this yet but i want it so bad. lois would be such an enabler to tim and i want to see it!!!! they're both nosy little bastards with an inability to stay in their own lanes (ha) or to sit idly by when they perceive they can do something about a problem!! i need them to get up to something together...

[harrietvane]

Well this is embarrassing. For everyone.

[iamumbra195]

Do you ever think about how Ben chose not to speak ever again?

About how he probably tried to sing over and over again when he was all by himself, hoping that one day his voice wouldn't break in such a horrible way when singing a song he used to love before finally giving up because he couldn't stand the sound of his voice anymore?

About how he lost his outlet for stress so he fell into a depression that festered into a rage, all-consuming yet never filling that hole left in his heart?

About how he'd lost his way after being forced to realize letting his anger consume him would have consequences on the people he cared about?

About how he probably felt so alone when his parents sent him to live with his aunt and uncle, thinking his parents had given up on him despite them trying to tell him they were doing it for his own good?

About how he'd found a guiding light in the darkness, a purpose in following Aiden-- someone who was reckless and lived life like there was no tomorrow, someone he knew would always have his back, protecting him just as he did them, someone who would fill the stifling silence with mindless chatter?

About how he's managed to still be so overwhelmingly kind and gentle despite everything he'd gone through?

Because I do.

[buddiesmutslut]

Saw a post that Tommy is Abby 2.0 & that feels SO REAL (older & more mature, introducing Buck to a different way of thinking, knows the job intimately, not quite as into him as he is into them 🫣).

I just hope Tommy leaves in a much better way, bc he gives off good vibes and I ADORE LOU.

[thosewildcharms]

smallville recap seasons 1-7. half of all characters who have ever appeared on the show are obsessed with clark. the other half are obsessed with lana. lex in particular is so obsessed with clark he becomes obsessed with lana by proxy causing all three of them to go completely batshit crazy insane about it. clark and lana are mutually obsessed with each other and make it everybody else's problem for 7 years. and it slaps!

[alicentes]

FTWDs final season could have been so much better if it was revealed that Troy was running padre and controlling madison (as revenge) this whole time. He knew enough about nick and Alicia to make madison think padre knew who and where they were this whole time. And here are some other reasons how this storyline would make sense and be more interesting:

- Troy has a military background so him taking over and running a military base makes more sense than two teenagers building it up by themselves because all the adults died.

- taking and training up children to be solidiers also would make a little sense because of his own fucked up upbringing and the idea he has of the type of people who were made for this world. He would have probably had the same idea as shrike, that the kids stood a better chance at padre than with their “weak” parents. The mother of his child dying for being a good person and not getting to raise their daughter (who would not be named after his abuser) could have also played into this idea of the kids being separated from their good parents.

- shrikes radiation cure experiments: Troy ran walker bite experiments before, just to see how people would turn. So it would also make sense if the work we see shrike doing was something he approved of or an idea he himself came up with. As for shrike, it would make sense that she turned out this way if she’d spent years being mentored by someone like troy otto instead of becoming evil and stealing children just because her dad died.

- the scene where madison smashes the glass to expose “padre” would have been such a good and shocking reveal if it was Troy. Imagine Madison finding out that Troy is not only alive but had been the one running this the whole time!

There’s also a lot of other things I would have done differently for the other characters too and I would have liked Madison to have a little villain era and do some really fucked up shit as she tries to take down Troy and padre. How dark would Madison go? Would she survive with her humanity still intact?

I know I’m just talking into the void here because no one care about this shitshow but I just hate it when shows have a plot that could have been good, maybe even great but then completely miss the mark and fans come with better theories and ideas with minimal effort and thought.

[phoenixcatch7]

I know 'person with secret to hide spots other person with secret to hide but doesn't say anything' is like. Thee trope in superhero crossovers, but come on! Some of these guys have been doing this for decades! There's tons of heroes that have gone to pretty extreme lengths to be Completely Imperceptible in civilian life.

Don't you think it's scarier, after all is said and done, to sit there and think I didn't notice a thing? I wouldn't have ever realised? I would never have known? To know that someone you were familiar with - close with, even! - had this whole other personality and skillset and powers and experiences and life just behind the curtain, and they hid it so completely you didn't even see it was there.

'I always knew there was something off' what if you didn't. How world shaking would it be to be so utterly blindsided? To know that this person had somehow learned to so deceptive?

[doortotomorrow]

ICONIC LINES FROM THE 100 - Clarke Griffin

[kindheartedgummybears]

Random sad before bed thought: do you think the reason Taylor/Tabitha's eyes are brown is because Anthony forgot Tanya's eye color?

[delurkr]

Headcanon: when the older Clarke kids were young, the Lambert house wasn't a historical preservation, it was just that really old dilapidated house nearby that the kids used to play in (because irresponsible midcentury parents gonna be irresponsible midcentury parents. James probably gave the walls a few kicks and declared it safe). They used to catch fireflies in the yard.

[kt-theartist]

"say it any faster and i'll start floating, baby"

hey, uh, drilla, wtf do you mean by this?