#none of this was on my 2020 bingo card

[madfantheyinablueblog]

Chibnall: I'm gonna make the Morbius Doctors canon and even reference Lungbarrow in New Who! The VNAs are canon everyone!

RTD: ...

Chibnall: ...

RTD, clicking a random article on the Doctor Who Wiki: Hold my beer-

[haljathefangirlcat]

As far as I know I follow exactly two Italians and my dash is utterly FLOODED with Sanremo madness right now. xD it's fantastic I have zero clue what's going on but I kinda wanna look it up and watch

ASDFGHJKSDGHJKL I don't know if I should be like "welcome aboard, here's popcorn and a flower bouquet!" or apologize. XDDDD

Anyway, Sanremo is the colloquial name for the Festival della Canzone Italiana (Italian Song Festival) held every year in the city of Sanremo. It lasts for five nights, with a number of artists competing to win first place in between comedy sketches and serious monologues, and is one of the longest-running tv shows still on air. The winner is supposed to represent Italy during the Eurovision Song Contest (tho they can decline if they don't feel like going) but Sanremo actually predates and even inspired ESC. The English Wikipedia page on it has more info on it, ofc.

... however, I'm pretty sure it fails to mention how Sanremo isn't just about music or even about competition. It's about political, social, and cultural discourse. It's about memes and shitposting. It's about DRAMA.

Here's a few great posts (... plus mine. because it didn't show up in that year's tag for ages and I just wanted to show it to someone tbh) that can give you a better idea of what it's really like:

How it works this year (the overall structure doesn't actually change much from year to year, but some things definitely depend on which celebrity has been picked to organize and host. Amadeus has been the host since 2020, and this is his last year)

Sanremo: Music and Chaos

Sanremo: Just Chaos

"Why is the whole Italian peninsula complaining about being unable to go to sleep a decent hour?"

The Fantasanremo Madness

A few posts about The Incident in 2020

Sanremo 2021 gif moodboard

A bingo card for Sanremo 2023

A brief run-down of what actually ended up happening during Sanremo 2023 (including a mention of 2023's version of The Incident) (yes there is always an Incident) (... okay, actually there were two that year. What a time to be alive)

My own Sanremo 2023 post that was savagely censored by Tumblr until I removed the picture of that year's co-host, influencer Chiara Ferragni, wearing a dress with fake nipples on it (no, none of the year's Incidents were about that) (One did involve Ferragni's husband being lap-danced on, dragged on stage, and kissed by a male performer tho)

All the Sanremo 2023 after shows/dedicated specials on other shows/press conferences/social media presence stuff/general media circus (here as a "no seriously it may be ridiculous but it IS a big deal"/"did you think it was over with JUST the actual competition *evil laugh*" post)

... I do realize that might seem a lot. But trust me, it only represents a TINY percentage of the insanity that goes on both on stage and behind the scenes every time. XDD

[vonnegutcunt]

saltburn spoilers or whatever

what was most interesting to me about the big plot "reveal" that oliver is a lying liar who's lied about his everything is that he chooses to pretend to be poor? presumably to get felix's attention and sympathy. This is also a narrative trick to bring the audience in and have them sympathize with him because hes kind of a wet rag(real as fuck). I think that decision says a lot about him as a character but also makes me wonder where that decision came to the writer and director of this project, who is fucking loaded.

people are also criticizing this as a failed 2020 "eat the rich" style movie but honestly I don't think this movie had any kind of revolutionary aspirations. I alsoooo ok controversially I understand where the argument that its a reactionary "rich person scared of being killed and robbed by the poors" type story but to be honest oliver being secretly middle class and just a pathological liar confuses everything? and I kind of like that. I don't think the movie is making any kind of statement but it does put his enthusiastic discarding of farleigh and pamela into context as a misguided middle class scrabble for the power that none of them actually materially have over the people who "pay their rent". maybe the moral is the only way to get rich is to exploit and kill other people but that just makes you an empty shell in the end. but idk barry was having a lot of fun larking naked as a jaybird as he was at the end.!.

also again I really don't think emerald fennell has any kind of uniquely radical anticapitalist agenda. trailers may be misleading and lean into the trends of the decade.

loved the bathtub scene and also the grave scene. can check "movie with male full frontal" off of my 2023 new releases hopes bingo card. Also the scene where he kills elspeth and then keeps trying to wrap her dead arms around himself. That was fucking awesome

[themculibrary]

Birthdays Masterlist

part two

A Bucky Barnes Birthday (ao3) - captainsambucky sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky got to celebrate his birthday the best way possible

or

A family fic the morning of Bucky's 113th birthday

a hundred and fifty decibels (ao3) - pugglemuggle steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: The words left unspoken are always the loudest.

(Or, five birthdays they spent side by side, and one birthday they spent together.)

and the fireworks are mine tonight (ao3) - steviesunrises (riverdraft) steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: In all honesty, Steve has stopped caring about his birthday. So, attending a Fourth of July party full of corporate executives and politicians is just par for the course with being Captain America.

The one respite of the night comes in the form of a handsome stranger, a deserted balcony, and the sweetest chocolate cupcakes.

Or, how Steve learns to love his birthday again.

baby makes three (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/natasha T, 2k

Summary: Natasha has quite the birthday surprise for Clint.

Bucky Barnes' Birthday: 1934 (ao3) - dottieapple, orphan_account steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Written about Bucky Barnes' birthday, 1934, for Bucky Barnes' birthday, 2020: in which Becca Barnes is an analogue for the fandom because she sees it before Steve and Bucky. It all starts with a hand-drawn birthday card, some cake, and getting stuck on a fire escape.

Bucky's Birthday Toast (ao3) - gr8escap steve/bucky G, 736

Summary: Buckuary Bingo Fill: Character + Trope of My Choosing (Steve Rogers [and Everyone] + Birthday) Steve goes over the top toasting Bucky on his birthday, which is actually the more embarrassing of the events of the evening.

Cake Duty (ao3) - Frankensteins_Monster sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Sam shows up to his birthday party only to find Bucky there, being an all-around pain in the ass and hijacking his birthday cake.

Everyday With You (ao3) - honestmischief bucky/tony G, 1k

Summary: When Bucky was invited into Tony's workshop for the first time, he definitely didn't expect to find a meddling robot covered in glitter and a birthday he didn't have a present for (yet).

Five Times Tony Stark Cried On His Birthday, and the One Time It Was Because He Was Happy (ao3) - twenty3 tony/stephen M, 5k

Summary: Most of his birthdays Tony couldn't remember.

The ones he could, he wished he couldn't.

Until now.

fourth of july (ao3) - AliuIce0814 steve/bucky M, 7k

Summary: All of Steve’s best and worst birthdays have somehow featured Bucky Barnes.

Happy Birthday, Steve Rogers (ao3) - loveneverwantedme steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: A glimpse at Steve’s birthdays, then and now.

it's my party (and i'll cry if i want to) (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 2k

Summary: Clint absolutely hates celebrating his birthday, and all of the Avengers know this, so they don't celebrate his birthday, until Peter comes along and discovers Clint's birthday issues. He's determined to change Clint's opinions on birthdays.

Mr. Stark's Birthday: A Film by Peter Parker (ao3) - starkintern T, 17k

Summary: Peter is excited for Tony's birthday much more than anyone else is, especially Tony himself.

of book recommendations and birthdays (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor bucky/clint G, 1k

Summary: Bucky and Sam co-own a bookstore. While Sam's on vacation, Steve Rogers just happens to walk into their bookstore, looking for a present to give to a "friend" which later, Bucky finds out happens to be none other than Clint Barton.

Somehow, this all leads to Bucky being asked out by an Avenger. But, Bucky's certainly not complaining.

Peter Parker's 17th Birthday (ao3) - Spideyfan62 mj/peter G, 3k

Summary: Peter opened his eyes, seeing the rays of morning sunlight cascading through his window and into his room. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes a little, trying to get the sleep out of them. When he was finally awake enough, it suddenly hit him: today was his 17th birthday!

the birthday surprise (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor

Summary: The Avengers try to throw a surprise party for Clint. It doesn't quite go as planned.

Tony Stark's 49th Birthday (or at least the first few minutes of it) (ao3) - remreader pepper/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony gets an early start to his birthday after Morgan keeps him up late.

Tony Stark’s 50th Birthday Bash (ao3) - Lizcolins67

Summary: All the Avengers get together for Tony’s Party....but things might get messy

[nekoannie-chan]

Halloween Specials Masterlist

English version/ Versión en inglés

I publish my works in Spanish and English.

Aquí puedes leer la versión en español.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Main masterlist.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.

Noctis et tenebrae

Pairing: Steve Rogers (eventually Dark! Steve) X Vampire! OC (Agatha Rouwens).

Word count: 4626 words.

Summary: Steve met a mysterious woman from his past, with whom he became obsessed, so he won't rest until he finds her.

Warnings: Mention of death and torture, murder, stalker, betrayal, dub-con not explicit, violence, loss of virginity, abuse, mention of blood, and obsession. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DON’T READ IT.

Halloween special 2020.

Revenge

Pairing: None

Word count: 2090 words.

Summary: Your internship was done at Baxter Tower, but it's part of your plan to get even.

Warnings: Blood mentions, cursed objects, curses, zombies and deaths although none are explicit, perhaps you can consider +18.

Halloween special 2020.

Trick

Pairing: Surprise! Is tricky.

Word count: 1064 words.

Summary: You, Brock, Wanda and Pietro joined the Avengers after what happened to HYDRA, are you really part of the good guys?

Warnings: Death of character, betrayal, nightmare.

Halloween special 2021.

The witches plan

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Witch!Reader.

Word count: 1673 words.

Summary: Your coven was going to conquer the world, but you had other plans for Steve.

Warnings: Smut, not very explicit. The reader is kind of evil.

Halloween special 2022.

Dream Z

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 707 words.

Summary: How to survive a zombie apocalypse? Is it real?

Warnings: Angst, Zombies.

Halloween special 2022.

The caller

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 1102 words.

Summary: A series of odd events began to happen to you, but does Steve keep any secrets?

Warnings: Horror, weird calls, doppelgänger.

Halloween special 2022.

Night stop

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader X Dark!Brock Rumlow.

Word count: 1613 words.

Summary: You stop at an old hotel for the night but the accommodation is not as nice as it seems.

Warnings: Horror, dub-con, smut not so explicit, stalk, mention of crimes.

Halloween special 2022.

Halloween Flash Bingo Card Masterlist

Halloween special 2023.

Do not read

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 393 words.

Summary: Steve read something he shouldn’t.

Warnings: Forbidden book, magic.

Halloween special 2023. 

Something else

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 1042 words.

Summary: On Halloween night, weird things can happen.

Warnings: Smut, demons, hallucinations, horror.

Halloween special 2023. 

Halloween nightmares

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Ex-HYDRA agent!Reader.

Word count: 691 words.

Summary: Nightmares can’t become real, right?

Warnings: Nightmares, magic mirrors, darkness, return to dead, horror.

Halloween special 2023.

[fanfic-corner]

Bisexual Dean

9/12/20 - Is Dean canonically bisexual? That’s a fun question (it depends on where you live, I suppose). Anyway, nothing is stopping you from reading these beautiful fics involving a very bi main character.

Tabula Rasa by Dangerousnotbroken on AO3. (78,340 words).

Tags: Writer!Castiel, Bartender!Dean, Past Relationship, Magic, Canon Typical Violence, Mentions of Alcoholism, Mentions of Past Child Neglect, Mental Illness, Witches, Ghosts, Bisexual Dean, Bisexual Castiel, Angst, Slow Burn, Memory Loss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Once upon a time, Castiel Novak had everything. He had a happy home life, a full scholarship, and, if he played his cards right, a promising journalism career. And on top of all of that, he had Dean. Then tragedy struck, as it tends to do, and Castiel lost everything. At thirty six, he’s got none of those things. He’s got no family to speak of. He’s got a job investigating purportedly true tales of the supernatural for a magazine no one reads. And worst of all he hasn’t seen Dean in nearly twenty years. So when research for an article turns him on to a witch who apparently grants wishes in exchange for stories, Castiel figures it’s worth the risk. If making a deal with a witch can get him Dean back, what has he got to lose?

Notes: This was absolutely amazing; written beautifully, with a fantastic plot.

Take You To The Country by almaasi on AO3. (18,987 words).

Tags: Historical AU, Propositions, Eloping, Newspapers, Fluff, Forbidden Love, Misunderstandings, Pining, First Kiss, Established Relationship, Running Away Together, Moving In Together, Childhood Friends, Marriage Proposal, Businessman Dean, Farmer Dean, Emotional Dean, Bisexual Dean, Domestic Dean Winchester, Clockmaker Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Frustrated Sam.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: A Dean/Cas 1950s AU. Dean reads an elopement proposal in the town's local newspaper, written by some old soul in love with their best friend. He's mid-way through expressing to his brother how beautiful he finds it when Dean realises the proposal is for him.

Notes: I love Sam’s subsequent letters to the newspapers at the end, it was just a really good idea done really well.

A Little Slice Of Heaven by onamelancholyhill on AO3. (112,265 words).

Tags: Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, Falling in Love, POV Dean Winchester, POV Third Person, POV Castiel, Bakery and Coffee Shop AU, Episode: s4e17 It’s a Terrible Life, Alternate Universe - Human, Explicit Sexual Content, Bisexual Dean, Idiots in Love.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Jim Morrison once said, “The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are.” That was Castiel Novak’s motto in life, and the reason why he accepted his grandmother's inheritance and took the responsibility it implied. Dean Winchester, a remarkable accountant at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., however, had other priorities. He lived to serve, hidden in a mask that didn’t allow him to be honest with himself, but lonesome and boring. When destiny made their paths cross, in a less than promising way, with Dean as the instigator and Castiel as his victim, Dean’s mind started wandering, in between pies and cakes, coffees and muffins... What if Mr. Morrison was right? After all, as the guy used to say, "there can’t be any large-scale revolution, until there’s a personal revolution first."

Notes: This was so cute and I adored the plot! It’s making me want to rewatch It’s A Terrible Life but I’ll live.

Just Like You by imherecauseimnotallthere98 on AO3. (35,717 words).

Tags: Homophobia, Homophobic John, Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Established Relationship, Protective Castiel, BAMF Castiel, Protective Sam Winchester, Angry John, Angry Dean Winchester, Angry Sam Winchester, Protective Bobby Singer, Awesome Bobby, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Scared Dean, John Being an Asshole, Swearing, Bisexual Dean, Pansexual Castiel, Past Child Abuse, Accidental Outing, Death Threats, Fluff and Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Sharing a Bed.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: When John shows up at their door in the middle of the night, the Winchesters and Cas start looking into who or what could have brought him back. Meanwhile, Dean struggles to keep his relationship with Cas a secret from his father, with some help from Sam. The tension rises between the Winchesters as Dean shows John that he is no longer the obedient little soldier he once was, and tries to establish himself as an equal with his dad.

Notes: Bobby and Sam are icons in this and should have followed through on their threats. That will be all.

Walk Through Fire For You by purple_charlie on AO3. (2,332 words).

Tags: John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Angst, Pride, Marijuana Use, Polyamory, Gay Cas, Bisexual Dean, Bisexual Gabriel, Everyone is Queer.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Boyfriend. The word still feels foreign in Dean’s mouth, still brings back echoes of John Winchester’s thinly-veiled (if even that) homophobia. "Man up, don’t be a sissy, I didn’t raise a fairy". It’s a swollen blister in the back of Dean’s mind, throbbing with pain whenever a stranger’s eyes linger too long on Cas’ hand in his, whenever a waitress double-takes at how close they sit in diner booths. But here, dirty dancing with Cas in a warehouse full of other queer folks, Dean wants to shout from the rooftops- I’m Dean Winchester, I drive the baddest car in town, I lift heavy things for a living, and this is my boyfriend.

Notes: This was so sweet it nearly made me start crying - Cas deserved to be told that he was loved!

Bottom’s Up by mnwood on AO3. (28,103 words).

Tags: Fluff and Crack, Wing Kink, Domestic, Smut, Bisexual Dean, Resolved Sexual Tension, Established Relationship, Wedding Planning, Partying, Weddings.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Sam could’ve kissed them both when he got to the bunker one day to find a string of clothing (his heart nearly burst with hope when he saw the abandoned flannel and trench coat) leading to a very naked pile of limbs tangled on the couch. Just kidding. Of course it wasn’t the couch. Sam always imagined it as the couch because the fact that he actually found them on the dining room table had tainted the happiness of the memory.

Notes: Jesus, I did not need that level of detail into Dean and Cas’ sex life (but it was very funny).

Stories Are Made Of Mistakes by wildhoneypie on AO3. (4,942 words).

Tags: Human Castiel, Diners, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Dean, Sharing a Bed, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Case Fic, Domestic, Didn’t Know They Were Dating.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Cas is human and doesn’t understand basic concepts like: clothing, Mythbusters, moisturizer, and Greek food. Dean is…Dean and doesn’t understand basic concepts like: boyfriends, language, how to tell your friend that he’s a walking miracle, and when not to quip.

Notes: This was so cute and I live for human Cas. I also love the recurring ‘no fucking quipping’ joke in this, although the idea of Cas swearing broke me a bit!

And this one, which has no Destiel content but a very bi Dean:

Uniform of a Winchester by monsterfuckerdean on AO3. (20,591 words).

Tags:  Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Bad Parent John Winchester, Young Sam Winchester, Young Dean Winchester, Pre-Season 1, Episode: s5e2 Free to Be You and Me, Angst and Feels, Queer Themes, Character Study, Diners, Sibling Love, Family, Friendship, HBO SPN.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: We all know the story of the amulet Dean wears around his neck. But what about everything else he wears?

Notes: Okay, I have to admit that I am loving the HBO SPN vibes even though I am fully aware that if it was a real show I wouldn’t watch it. This is so good though, and the writing is gorgeous!

My friend came out to me as bisexual this week, and paired with the mess that is the Spanish dub, I thought this would be nice as a little reminder that it doesn’t matter how the show ended, because the fans will always be here and we will always be supportive. Anyway, enjoy!

[streetlightsky]

the rookie | chenford drabble prompt: tomorrow

One minute. Lucy might not see the world again in… fifty-four seconds.

No tequila, no convenience stores. No guns, violence, blood on the floor. No car accidents, no angry or terrified people. No rays of sunshine beaming through windows. Not for her anyway.

She has potentially thirty-three seconds to soak up her surroundings—her life—before she ceases to exist. And there are so many things she should think about, but her mind can’t come up with one in its desperate scramble to remember. Her brain can’t grasp anything. Except—

Tim.

Maybe she won’t see tomorrow. But she sees Tim.

[dave-the-timelord]

Destiel, Putin, the nightmare of an election, hetalia at one point, yuri on ice *screams into the void* WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW!!!!!!???????

[iron-parkr]

I am back, HIYA! I am Scarlet and I have you on my OC Bingo Card and would love to know more about your Doctor Who OCs and which one (if one) is your current muse

Hi!!! I can talk about my Doctor Who OCs all the live long day so this may get long haha

So my first DW OC was Callie Jo Frazier, who popped into my head while I was watching the first few episodes of season 1. She travels with every modern Doctor throughout 2005 show (minus season 10 for plot reasons). She's friends with Martha, Yaz, Ryan, and Graham, and best friends with Rose Tyler and then eventually the Ponds as well. Donna takes on a bit more of a motherly/older sister role for her. She and Clara start as friends and then become serious girlfriends (which is literally my favorite thing ever omg you have no idea) until Clara's death in "Face the Raven". She doesn't get to properly meet Bill, but if she did they would totally be best friends. Her story focuses a lot on her often complicated relationship with the Doctor. Despite the complications, she loves and trusts the Doctor more than pretty much anyone else in the universe, and the Doctor feels the same way.

Then we have Bernie Singer, my beloved 🥰 Bernie is from our universe and ends up in the Doctor Who universe through timey-wimey events. She travels randomly through the Doctor's timeline, jumping from one point to another without knowing when and where she'll appear. She has quite a complicated relationship with the Doctor, since she knows so much about them and at times they know a lot about her from the future. Bernie does eventually fall in love with the Doctor - and River ;) - and *spoilers* the three of them marry (however informal it may be) during "The Wedding of River Song". She gets along well with all of the companions, though just like with the Doctor it's difficult for her because she knows what will happen to them in the future, and often the companions know things about her as well that they can't tell her.

And finally, we have Anna Pond! Anna is Amy's younger sister who goes along with Amy and the Doctor on their travels in the TARDIS. She only travels with Eleven because her story is contained within Amy and Rory's. There are a lot of elements to her story that I'm hesitant to share because they're massive spoilers for the plot, but if you want to know them I would be more than happy to oblige! All I'll say right now is that there's a lot more to Anna than meets the eye ;)

None of them is my current muse as of right now just because I'm focusing on other fandoms at the moment. I also may have burned myself out with them a little bit since I worked on Callie Jo and Bernie for NaNo in 2020 and 2021, and 2021 NaNo was rough. But I'm hoping I can work on at least one of them soon because it's been way too long since I wrote for any of them and I love them all so much!

Thank you so much for asking!!

[this-is-quite-homoerotic]

John & Jack - The Bad Old Days playlist

Made for the @torchwoodfanfests 2020 Bingo Fest, this is my fill for the prompt ‘music’. You can view my bingo card under the cut.

1. Charming Disaster - Grifters

You may plan to double cross me (Slip a dagger in in the back) / But I’m sticking with this horse / If the con is long enough it doesn’t matter... / Since we met I don’t know if I’ve fallen for you baby / Or if you’ve set me up to take the fall / Love is just another con / A fairy tale to lead them on / But together baby maybe we could love them all / Let’s take this sleepy town by storm / And when the sheep have all been shorn / We’ll be gone just like the gentle breeze of yesterday / With your skills and my good looks / Those fish’ll be begging for the hook / Reeled in by our seductive serenade... /

The ultimate Jack/John song from their conning days. In the beginning this was the bulk of their work together, conning and grifting their way through the galaxies and enjoying the benefits of a lush lifestyle. Jack was also looking for Gray on the side, so whenever he thought there might be a trail, he and John followed it. But other than that and doing the occasional job for the Agency, they were free to indulge themselves in each other and whatever else took their fancy.

2. Dorothy - Raise Hell

Young blood, run like a river / Young blood, never get chained / Young blood, heaven need a sinner / You can’t raise hell with a saint... / We gonna raise hell anyway

John’s POV. Meeting Jack was a heady rush for John, someone who could keep up with him and even teach him a thing or two and who shared his worldview was a rare delicacy, and that the package was so pretty was a plus, both for his own enjoyment and for the advantage it provided in cons. He isn’t planning anything long-term at this point, he’s simply looking forward to having a little fun.

3. LOLO - Hit and Run

They never saw us coming / 'Til they hit the floor / They just kept beggin' for more, more / Na, na na, na na na na, all dressed up for a hit and run / Na, na na, na na na na, all dressed up for a hit and run... / You always liked the taste of blood / And I get off when I point the gun / It's so good to have someone to be so bad with

The honeymoon phase, as it were. Jack and John are dangerously good at what they do, none of their marks realise they’ve fallen prey to con men until well after they’re gone. They’re out there painting the town red, looking pretty*, making a steady profit through criminal means and having a blast doing it.

*see lyric: ’all dressed up’, also see edits of them all dressed up at the top :)

4. Alessia Cara - Outlaws

Run, run like the devil’s behind us / Run to where no one can find us / Be the accomplice to my crime / Oh baby, run / Run cause we’re guilty as sin / Run cause we know we won’t win / We know together we kill time... / Run, run like you never did / 'Cause they found the evidence / And they found your fingerprints / All on me.../ We’ll be outlaws / Partners in crime

John’s POV. They’ve got complacent and their crimes and overindulgences are starting to get them in trouble. They’re taking more risks, John’s drug and alcohol addiction and anger issues have started to take their toll. They were almost caught and had to run, resulting in them being declared wanted criminals in three different planetary systems. John doesn’t care, if anything he’s more invested than ever in this thing they have together; he’s envisioning a partnership that only grows and becomes deeper with time and shared experiences. He’s falling in love.

5. Banj Heard - Whatever Doesn’t Kill Me (Better Run)

Bite the bullet baby we all got our own enemies / Locked and loaded won't you pour me out a glass of gasoline / And set me on fire / Set me on fire / Go ahead and pull it, bang bang, down on my knees / Set me on fire / Set me on fire / Now they say whatever doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger / But I say, whatever doesn't kill me, it better run / Whatever doesn't kill me better run

John POV. John’s violent tendencies are escalating. An old enemy and competitor gets the drop on him and tries to kill him (and Jack, though he’s only collateral, as John’s partner he was just there). They manage to escape, but John is furious. He goes berserk, vows to find their would-be murderer no matter the cost. And he means it. He leaves a trail of blood and fire behind him as he tracks them down and eventually kills them. John doesn’t care about collateral damage any more than their competitor did. It’s an eye-opener for Jack.

6. Unlike Pluto - Worst In Me

I saw you standing there, and I knew / I'm done for, it's over, I'm through / Playing games from the start / Sinking your nails in my heart / You bring out the worst in me / You bring out the worst in me / Looking back in my rear view / Nothing, no nothing can change you / I decided to play when I knew you were fire / It started off warm and now I hear the choir

The break between them, from Jack’s POV, when John goes a bit too far and he realises he wants out. Looking back, Jack realises that the problem isn’t just that John is out of control, it’s that Jack doesn’t like who he becomes when he’s with him. John brings out all his worst qualities, he can make anything seem acceptable, he’s too good at making high-stakes risks look like fun adventures, ever the consummate seducer, and all of a sudden Jack realises he let John steer him too far. This isn’t who he wants to be. So he walks away.

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

Adrenaline

Adrenaline by baggytshirtsandtiredeyes

Class 1-A has an ongoing bet of how Midoriya will hurt himself. But none of them could have prepared for how it happened. Common colds were Not on the bingo card.

Words: 3000, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of Bean's Whumptober 2020

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Class 1-A

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku is a Problem Child, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Worried Class 1-A, Ojiro Mashirao is a Good Friend, Common Cold, First Aid, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Whumptober 2020, Adrenaline

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26887627

[colehasapen]

(ONE SHOT) tion'ad hukaat'kama STAR WARS

(belated) Whumptober no.27 - Ok, Who Had Natural Disasters On Their 2020 Bingo Card?

Comfortember no.6 - Afraid to Sleep

He finds Cody in the hall. The young cadet is drenched to the bone, skin ashen, and he stares out at the trashing black waters outside of the facility with wide, haunted eyes. Every flash of lightning or crack of thunder has the lanky verd’ika flinching, and something about the way the boy is holding himself makes something heavy settle in Alpha’s stomach. The kid is standing oddly, his arms curled around his stomach, and one side of his face is a mottled mess of dark bruising around a blood-shot and swollen amber eye.

It’s already long past curfew for the cadets, so to see one of his kids wandering the halls, obviously injured, when he should be resting makes Alpha clench shaking fists at his side. “Cody.” The growing cadet flinches, finally dragging his attention away from the turbulent water of the winter storm outside of the training facility. Wide eyes meet dark brown, and Alpha raises an eyebrow, scanning his gaze across Cody’s wet, ruffled appearance. “What are you doing out right now, cadet?” He asks, but Cody just blinks, seemingly confused by Alpha’s words, like he can’t understand.

He looks groggy, and if the bruising on his face means anything, he’s probably concussed.

Alpha sighs. He’ll need to get Cody out of the halls before any overseers come by and see him out of his pod after curfew. He steps forward, scooping his kih’vod into his arms with ease and, seemingly on instinct, Cody loops his legs around his hips and his arms around Alpha’s neck as he tucks his face against his older brother’s shoulder. Osik, he can feel the frigid chill of the boy’s skin even through his own reds.

Cody shivers, curling himself as close to Alpha’s body heat as possible, lashes fluttering against the skin of his neck and shallow breaths puffing against his jaw.

Walking quickly and quietly, Alpha makes his way back to his own bunkroom. The one Cody shared with his brothers would be too far away, being on the other side of the facility, and there were too many overseers and trainers between here and there that would take any excuse to see the cadet sent to the labs. The room that Alpha shares with his own squad will have to do, and he knows his fellow A-classers would keep their mouths shut.

“What the kark, Seventeen?” Spar spits immediately, sitting up in his bunk and eyeing Cody like the cadet was a venomous creature instead of a growing kid. Across from him, Fordo also sits up, though he looks more interested than horrified; he’d always had a soft spot for cadets, even if he’d never admit it, and had been jealous when Alpha had been assigned a CC squad to train. Spar’s sudden outburst has Havoc, Colt, and Blitz stirring as well, and soon Alpha has five different pairs of eyes staring at him - or more specifically at the kid in his arms - and looking confused and amused.

They’d be teasing him endlessly for this. They’d already teasingly been calling Alpha Squad-17’s mother, so he’d probably just made their day.

Alpha gives them all a sharp look, heading for his own bunk where he gently lowers his little brother onto the rough sheets, kneeling down to be eye-level with the boy so that he can study his injuries. Cody winces when he lifts his arms to let Alpha tug off his wet tunics, breath heaving in pained gasps until he can drop them again, and Alpha grimaces at the sight of the massive collection of bruises that this reveals. They’re dark against his brother’s skin, stretching across his stomach and ribs, up his chest and encircling his neck like someone had sat on him and tried to choke him. When Alpha manages to get him to turn around, it reveals more lashing bruises across his spine in all the places that would hurt to most, and he makes a strangled noise of fury at the sight.

His squadmates have gone cold and quiet, and he can hear one of them hiss in dismay.

“Here.” Colt makes himself known at Alpha’s elbow, a tube of high-grade bacta that Havoc had probably swiped from the trainers. Alpha grunts in thanks, taking the most-likely-stolen container from his brother and turning back to Cody.

The boy’s amber eyes are clearer, and he watches the A-classers around him nervously. They’re all so much bigger than him, and much bigger than he’d ever grow, their genetics modified for size and strength, and Cody was still only in his second growth cycle and smaller than his batchmates, barely the size of a natborn preteen. They were dangerous, and Cody was smart enough to recognize that.

“Alright, Cody.” His head turns and his eyes dart towards Alpha, and the kid winces at the look on his face, then hisses when Alpha smears chilled bacta across his back, hunching away from the cold gel. “What did you get yourself into this time?”

Cody bites his lip, then flinches at the rumbling crack of thunder, curling towards Alpha’s hands. “Priest picked me for extra training.” The small cadet reports quietly, voice almost dull, and ragged from the bruising around his throat, and Alpha growls furiously.

Priest had been sniffing around Alpha’s cadets since they had been small, looking for any chance to throw them into his bloody fighting ring, but Alpha had made sure that the trainer would know that he’d notice should any of his boys go missing. He’d made sure that everyone would notice if they disappeared; the five boys in Squad-17 were the best of their age group, and were even better than some of the older cadets, and they were all slated for high ranks once the Jedi came to collect them. Unfortunately, the man’s interest had only grown the better Alpha’s boys got in training. The fiercer they got, the more talented they became, and suddenly Alpha had found Priest observing their training more often. He had noticed that the man’s eyes had been caught by Cody - the quick little cadet with fire in his eyes and the habit of fist fighting training droids, the one who never gave up even long after he was expected to - and Alpha had been forced to grit his teeth no matter how much he wanted to push Priest from the highest spire and watch him go splat.

He had hoped that the Prime’s own interest in Cody would keep Priest away, but it would seem that it hadn’t stopped the demogolka from dragging his kih’vod off.

Alpha grits his teeth, and he knows his squadmates are shifting to attention, he can hear Blitz’s muffled snarl of fury at the name. “What happened, cadet?”

Cody ducks his head, turning around so that Alpha can apply bacta to his chest next. He hesitates, before his expression shutters, and Alpha recognizes the look on his face as the one he gets during debriefings. “He sent an older clone to collect me from my pod after curfew with the permission of the overseers, and the trooper took me to a secluded landing pad where Priest was waiting.” An odd light crosses the boy’s expression, and he curls his arms around his stomach, trying to make himself look smaller. “When we were done, he ordered me to return to my pod and left.”

Alpha’s hands spasm across his little brother’s chest, gritting his teeth as he stares at the dark bruises painting his brother’s brown skin, and he can hear Havoc and Colt muttering something to the third member of their triad across the room. They all knew too well what happened during private training with Priest, because they had seen what he had done to Blitz once upon a time. They had lived through having Blitz returned to them, beaten within an inch of his life and broken in a way none of them could truly fix, and they had all helped him put himself back together to the best of their abilities.

“I didn’t want to go back to my pod though.” Cody continues, voice shaky, “I was scared that he’d come back.” The boy admits, shivering not just from the cold he had been forced to endure or the frigid storm water that had likely seeped into his bones.

“Kid, if any overseers had found you, you could have been sent to the labs.” He warns, and while it’s cruel to remind him of the fate of so many brothers, his little brother had always been too reckless, and Alpha would really prefer it if one of his kids didn’t end up cut open on a table.

Cody sets his chin stubbornly, then hisses when Alpha smears bacta across his neck and jaw. “I wasn’t though.” The cadet grumbles, and Alpha scowls at the stubborn brat. “And you found me, so it worked out.”

“I found you lost in your own head, you brat.” Alpha retorts, angry at the fear he feels. If Fox hadn’t told him that Cody was missing, he wouldn’t have even gone looking, and it might have meant the cadet’s death. Alpha doesn’t like being afraid, but the longer he spent with young lives under his protection, the more scared he seemed to get. “Anyone could have done that.” He pokes his kih’vod in his bony shoulder, carefully avoiding the bruises Priest had left behind. “And then where would you be?”

Cody blinks, expression growing distant once more, and Alpha grips the back of his neck to drag him out of whatever headspace his most reckless kih’vod had found himself in. Then, his small hands shaking, his kid reaches out to grip, white-knuckled, at Alpha’s reds. Alpha sighs, ruffling close-cropped black curls, and his little brother leans into the touch. “Toss me an extra top, would you?” He calls to his squadmates, and some shuffling follows before someone’s extra tunic is lobbed at his head. He catches it without looking, then tugs it over Cody’s head, listening to his kih’vod squawk in offense. “I’ll take you to see Baar’ur Gilamar.” He tells the boy quietly, “Try to get some sleep.”

Swimming in the oversized tunic, Cody stares up at Alpha with wide eyes, so Alpha gently pushes the scrawny cadet until he’s laying down before he lays down next to him and stretches out. Throwing one arm around his kih’vod, Alpha pulls him close until the small body is tucked against his chest. “Go to sleep, Kot’ika. I’ll watch your back.”

It’s a testament to how exhausted the cadet is that he doesn’t argue, and instead drifts off almost immediately, breathing evening out to little huffs. Alpha stays quiet for a long moment, gently rubbing Cody’s back, tracing each bump of his spine, and listening to the muted chatter of his squad.

Alpha doesn’t even need to look up when a vent clatters, “I’ve got him.” He says quietly, and Fox lets out a quiet breath of relief. Sighing, Alpha curls himself protectively around his baby brother, listening to Fox shuffling closer.

"Is he okay?"

"He will be." Alpha says confidently, “You did good kid.”

Cody would heal, and the next time Alpha had to train with Priest, he'd make sure to be extra vicious.

[kalee60]

2020 Fic Year in Review

Thanks so much @dixons-mama for the tag - this is a good one!!

Total number of completed stories:

26 (that's, like... one story every 2 weeks 🤯)

Total number of words:

445,303

Fandoms written in:

Marvel MCU (Stucky)

Merlin BBC (Merthur)

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

Ummmm... Yeah, just a little more than I thought. Although the pandemic hit, I worked full time the entire year and built a house, and many other events happened as well - so I'm pretty proud of what I've accomplished... I'm actually a little shocked to be honest!

What’s your own favourite story of the year?

All of them hold a special place in my heart to be honest, and each of them have different components that I love, (I adore disaster Bucky in Subliminal Advertising for example, and Jock but sweet Steve in Plug it in) but probably the one that kicked my butt but was also so interesting to world build for, was my post apocalyptic fic - The only hope for me is you - I really loved how it turned out in the end.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I guess you'd call it a risk - but I tried my hand at writing a total different style - fantasy - Of Shadow Realms and Misconceptions - which I actually really enjoyed, and it's so different to anything I've done before... The reception was... Interesting, as it wasn't my usual disaster Bucky or fluffy style fic.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

So I already have a full and busy year coming up - but yes, a few writing goals!

Writing and gifting my gorgeous MTH bidder her two fics

Completing my AU extravaganza (only 26 to go... 😳)

Total blackout on Stucky Bingo

Sugar daddy Collab with @the1918 (we will get there I promise Lynne!)

More prompt challenges with the outstandingly talented @martelldoran & @darter-blue

Writing the stories I want to tell, no matter if I think they will be popular - this is always a hard one to accomplish though...

Most popular story of the year.

Had to be my fake dating shrunkyclunks Push The Button - the reception for this was overwhelming, and it's my first (and only fic) to hit 1000 kudos which is crazy! But more than that - I met some amazing people through it.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: 

To be completely honest - none. Because people will pick up a fic and either like it, or not. And you can't please everyone, so the fact that each and every story I threw out into the universe this year received comments (authors hoard these like dragons with gold by the way) and kudos, was amazing. Obviously you always hope stories will be popular and pull in a large readership, but realistically, not every story can, so I wouldn't want to be ungrateful to name a story and lessen the importance of the people who did enjoy it (I hope my rambling makes sense 😂)

Most fun story to write.

Hands down Define Your World - this story happened from a conversation with @allegedlyann about urban dictionary - and I sat down one day, coffee and music in hand and about 6 hours later it was written and I couldn't stop laughing. What the hell did I just write?? But people loved it - phew... My pop up ads for months afterwards was a delight - who knew so many companies wanted to sell me sex toys 🙄

Most unintentionally telling story:

So I assume this means, the one you put a lot of yourself into. Which would be every story, you always leave a part of yourself behind - but... My soulmate fic, Choose your destiny, I really poured a lot of my emotion into Steve not feeling worthy (we have all been there) and how it would feel to be loved unconditionally for who you are and not how you're perceived. And that all consuming love when you find that one person who just gets you, and you know you'll not have to navigate life alone (you know, the light and fluffy stuff... Lol)

Biggest disappointment.

So it's really lame - but I had a goal of completing a total black out of my Bucky Barnes bingo card - and the last two months of this year kicked me in the butt and I just didn't get there - next time though - for sure!

Biggest surprise.

The biggest surprise for me, was the friendships I formed. And not just people you call friends that you occasionally reblog and comment on occasionally. These are people who I've gotten to know properly, their lives, their quirks, their gorgeous and sometimes cheeky personalities - so much so that when overseas travel is a thing again, we will totally meet up if we are in the same place at the same time. You know who you are 😘

~*~*~*~

So this got longer than expected, but it was really cool to go back through everything and realise that I did accomplish quite a lot this year! Tagging with no pressure at all @darter-blue @martelldoran @the1918 @thegodswife @indyluckycharlie @oh-i-swear-writes @howdoyousleep3 @ixalit @trekchik @hanitrash @thewaythatwerust & @becassine and of course the million people I didn't tag who also want to do this (tag me back, I love hearing what people think of their writing and I might find some new fics to read) 🥰

[heyitsani]

You Can't Wake up, This Is Not a Dream

Batman Bingo 2020: "Why can’t you see that?”

Word Count: 3457

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Jason swears and there’s mentions of past emotional trauma/abuse (depending on how you look at Bruce’s treatment of Dick when he fired him from Robin)

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Summary: Damian decides it's time to move on from Robin, but he has a requirement that takes Dick and Bruce by surprise.

Notes: This is a big FU to DC for their treatment of Damian and Robin.  I also started writing this months ago.  It was my WIP from this past Wednesday that I finished two days ago but didn’t get the chance to post.  Up next is my Duke request that I am polishing up now.  I might post it today, but most likely tomorrow.

Updated card at the bottom of this post.

You can also read this on AO3 here

“No Father, I insist.” Dick watched Damian’s bright green eyes look from Bruce to Dick and then back.  And he could tell his brother meant what he was saying, but even Dick could see it was illogical.

Sighing, Dick leaned back against the table of the batcomputer and crossed his arms over his chest.  “Dames, Batman needs Robin.  We’ve all seen what happens when he doesn’t have one,” Dick tried to reason with his brother.  Sure, there had been a time when Dick would have expected Batman’s sidekick to bear a different name, but he had gotten over that (mostly) a long time ago.

“That is not true, Richard. He simply needs his partner.  I am sure that spot can easily be filled, but it should not be with another Robin.”

“And what would you have me do then, Damian?”  Bruce spoke up for the first time since agreeing that Damian should start moving away from his role as Robin.  At the age of 18, it was time he became his own hero.  The youngest had come to Bruce and Dick while they talked about some gear Dick had come to borrow and asked them what they had thought about him hanging up the mantle.  Dick had enthusiastically agreed and congratulated his brother.  Bruce had been much calmer and subdue but had also thought it a good idea.  But when Dick mentioned having to find a new Robin, Damian had outright said no.

Damian shrugged a shoulder. “Move on,” he said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“Just like that?” Damian’s silence at Bruce’s question spoke volumes.  But none of this explained why Damian thought Robin needed to retire with him.  And Dick could tell he was holding something back, but whether it was because of Bruce’s presence or Dick’s, the older brother couldn’t quite tell.

And though Dick wanted answers, he heaved a sigh of relief when his phone rang and Jason’s name lit up his screen.  

“Jay.”

“I got the location for tonight’s drop.  You headed back yet?”

“Not yet, got a little sidetracked.  I have the gear and I’ll be heading out soon.”  He heard Jason mumble something and Dick had a feeling he didn’t want to know what the younger man had said.  “Yeah yeah, I’ll grab food on my way back.”

“You better.  Let me know when you leave.”

Dick gave an affirmative before ending the call.  “Look, Jay and I have an important op tonight that I need to get back to.  Call me tomorrow Dames.  We can talk some more.”  Damian nodded and Dick reached over to give his brother a hug before he clapped a hand to Bruce’s shoulder.  “Thanks for the gear, Old Man.  I’ll send the reports to you in a few days.”

“Be safe,” came the all too familiar grunt from Bruce as Dick walked away.  Turning to walk backwards toward his car, Dick smiled brightly and held his arms open.

“Aren’t I always?”

“No, you’re not, Grayson!” Damian’s face looked annoyed, but Dick just laughed before sliding into his car.

The drive back to Bludhaven was plagued with thoughts about what Damian had said.  And he still couldn’t figure out why his brother wanted Robin to be retired.  He just couldn’t find any reason.  When Dick had asked him to take up the cape, Damian had been thrilled.  A little overconfident and stubborn, but he had still been ready to fight.  They all had. So why wouldn’t Damian want someone else to have that same emotion?  It just didn’t make sense.

But he supposed he wouldn’t figure it out until Damian felt he should know.  So, he dropped the line of thought and focused on the tasks at hand. A brief stop at a local Thai place to get the order he told Jason to place distracted him enough that he stopped thinking about the situation long enough to get back to the apartment he and Jason shared.  

“Jay?”  He called out as he pushed open the door, dropping his keys in the bowl near the door and letting the duffle bag he had placed the gear he had borrowed from Bruce drop to the floor next to the small table.

“Finally, I’m fucking starving.”  Dick snorted and made his way into the kitchen where he found Jason grabbing plates and utensils.  “Where’s the stuff?”

Dick jerked his head toward the front door as he placed the two bags of food onto the counter and leaned over to press a kiss to the corner of Jason’s mouth.  It earned him a pleased rumble that brought a smile to Dick’s face.  “Over by the door.  Leave it there.  We can look it over later.”  Jason looked like he wanted to argue, but after a glance at Dick’s face he let it drop.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Dick told him, turning his focus on unbagging the food but Jason’s hand slipping around his waist and the resting his chin on Dick’s shoulder pulled his attention.

“What happened?”

Sighing, Dick stopped what he was doing and leaned back into Jason.  “Dames is going to step down from Robin, be his own hero.”  And though he couldn’t see his face, he knew that Jason would look confused.

“That’s a good thing. Kid is getting too old to be a sidekick. That can’t be what’s upsetting you.”

“I’m not upset,” Dick told him, feeling Jason tense to argue.  “I’m not.  I’m curious. He told B and me he doesn’t want anyone else to take up the Robin mantle after him.  He didn’t seem like he wanted to get into the reason why with both of us there.  But I don’t know if he didn’t want me to know or if it was Bruce he didn’t want to know.”

“Bruce.”

Turning to look at Jason, Dick raised a brow.  “That’s an awfully certain answer awfully quick.”

Jason pulled back and shrugged a shoulder.  “I might know why he feels that way.  He and I had a talk a few weeks ago and I think he took something I said to heart.” Dick’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained silent to see if Jason would say more.  “Whether or not you’re willing to admit it to anyone other than me or the brat, that kid thinks of you as his dad.  B might be ‘Father’ or whatever, but you are his Dad.”

Dick was aware of what everyone thought of his and Damian’s relationship.  Even if the pair had never discussed it.  “But that’s not what this is about.”

“No, it’s not.  But because of how he feels, he takes things involving you and your emotions seriously.”  And yeah, Dick knew that.  “I said a lot of the issues between you and B would never be resolved so long as someone else was running around wearing the colors of the Flying Grayson’s while responding to the name your mother used to call you…”

“Jay, you didn’t,” Dick sighed, closing his eyes.  

“Look, I know you told me that in the dark because you didn’t want to hurt me but my emotions involving those years as Robin are buried under so much shit, I hardly remember our issues from then.  But I know you well enough to know that so long as Robin flies, your wound will never heal.”

That hushed conversation in the darkness of their bedroom, his head resting on Jason’s chest so he could listen to the strong beat of his heart had been hard.  And Dick couldn’t even remember how it had come about, but he didn’t regret telling Jason exactly why he had been so angry when Bruce had given Jason the mantle without telling Dick first.  Bruce, who had known where the colors and the name had come from, hadn’t even hesitated.  And when Dick had told his guardian that, he had been brushed aside and told it was bigger than Dick.  

And that had hurt.

He was Robin, the others took on the persona but Dick.  Was. Robin.  

“I’m not going to apologize for telling him.”  And Dick would never have expected that anyway.  It wasn’t like he had told Jason it was a secret and to keep it that way. “And I won’t apologize for putting your emotional wellbeing before B’s crusade.  You will always win.”  Dick knew that.

“I wish you wouldn’t have put that on his shoulders.  Out of everyone, it shouldn’t have been his,” he says, sighing softly as he leans back against the counter.

“I know, Goldie, but I also had a feeling today’s chat would be coming soon.  And sue me for not wanting to see you deal with another person becoming Robin.”  Jason sounded defensive, but the look on his face was too apologetic for that.  

Rubbing at his forehead, Dick sighed again and shook his head.  “It doesn’t matter right now.  Let’s just eat and then get tonight figured out.  I told Damian to call me tomorrow, so I can talk to him about it then.”  He watched Jason watch him for a moment before nodding and they both turned back to dealing with the food.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You got a visitor, Dickhead!”  Dick heard Jason call out.  He hadn’t bothered to get out of their bed yet after last night’s late and painful mission.  He was still feeling the pain meds he had caved and taken after the knife wound to his leg had been stitched up.  “Don’t you dare get out of that fucking bed,” Jason’s voice sounded, from the doorway this time.

“I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to,” Dick admitted, voice rough from the sleep he had been pulled from.

Behind Jason’s imposing figure, Dick could make out the shape of his youngest brother.  “Grayson, Todd told me what happened last night. How are you feeling?”  Dick shrugged a shoulder and rubbed at his face before attempting to push himself up to sit against the headboard of the bed.

“Stop it, you idiot. You’ll tear your stitches,” Jason reprimanded him softly, rushing over to help Dick get in the position he wanted. Once there were no less than four pillows behind him and he swore he wasn’t in any significant amount of pain, Jason moved away and looked at Damian.  The younger hadn’t come more than a few steps into the room, watching his older brother.  “I’m going to get you some food so you can take some more pills, Boy Idiot.  Want some coffee or tea, Dames?”

“Tea would be acceptable,” Damian answered as he shifted further into the room and waited for Jason to leave.  Dick watched Damian take in the state of the room and Dick found himself eternally glad for Jason’s neat freak nature that had forced him into already cleaning up the bloody mess that had been his uniform and the stuff they had used to patch up his leg in the early hours of the morning.

“Take a seat, Dami,” Dick said gently, patting the spot next to him.  He chuckled when Damian eyed Jason’s spot distastefully before settling on the edge near Dick’s injured leg.  “I thought you were going to call?  Why did you drive all the way out here?”

“You’re injured, you fool.”

“And that means I can’t talk on the phone?”  Dick teased, watching Damian roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Of course not.  But I wanted to be sure Todd was taking adequate care of you.”  Dick ‘oh-ed’ and nodded his head.  “Things seem to be up to par,” he admitted, and Dick hummed.  “Todd told me he told you what he and I spoke of.”

“He did.  And I’m sorry he put that on you, Dames.  I didn’t want any of you to know something that is beyond fixing.”  Dick watched Damian stare at his lap, hands folded properly in his lap as he sat there motionless.  “Talk to me kid.”

That caught Damian’s attention and the scoff at the nickname brought a warmth to Dick’s chest.

“I am not a child, Grayson.”

“No, but you’re still my baby brother and something is bugging you.”

Without looking at Dick, Damian shrugged his shoulders and Dick couldn’t help but marvel at how much the other man had changed in the eight years he had been in the family.  From petulant murder brat to a mature and emotional man.  It was more than his father could say.

“Dames?”  Dick prompted, trying to get the other man to tell him what he was thinking.

“You gave me Robin.” Damian finally looked over at Dick and the elder wasn’t sure what the look on his face meant so he remained silent and nodded.  “Of all your successors, I am the only one you chose.”

“You are my progeny, yes.”

“No, not like that,” Damian waved a hand in exasperation.  “Robin was stolen from you over and over.  Your own name, your own identity.  It was ripped from you and given to Todd, to Drake, to Brown without your consent.”  Again, Dick nodded, seeing where this was going.  “But you took it back from Drake and you gave it to me when you could have given me something else.  Why did you do that?”

And wow if that wasn’t a loaded question.  And one that Dick wasn’t sure he could answer.  It hadn’t even occurred to him to take Robin and retire it completely. He hadn’t ever considered that. To him, it was too late to right that particular wrong of his youth.

“It wouldn’t have healed that wound, Dames.  The damage was done and sometimes it’s just not worth it.”

But Damian was shaking his head.  “And me forcing Father to retire Robin won’t make a difference either?”

“Bruce and I will never bridge that particular gap.  If that is why you are doing this, don’t.  I forgave him a long time ago, but I’ll never be able to forget.  I am in love with one of the reasons I’ll never be able to forget,” Dick laughed, waving a hand in the general direction of the kitchen where he knew Jason was.

“Why must you do that?” Dick raised an eyebrow.  “Why do you have to be so flippant about your own emotions when you are anything but with everyone else’s?”

“It’s easier that way, Damian,” Dick admitted with a sigh.  It was easier to ignore the things he felt when it came to the past or the pain he had suffered over the years.  He knew if he spent too much time lingering on those thoughts and emotions, he would never dig himself back out of that hole.  He would be crushed under the weight of the things he had never bothered to deal with.  Mirage, Catalina, Blockbuster, his parents, and so many other things.  So much grief and loss, so much pain.  It would bury him, and he would never get up again.  “In order for me to survive, this is what I have to do.”

Damian watched him and Dick waited, hoping he wouldn’t do what Dick had done to him so many times in the past and force him to talk about it.  Instead, Dick found himself with his arms full of his baby brother for an extremely rare Damian-initiated hug.  Letting his eyes close for a moment, he let himself relax into the hug because it felt good.  He was always an affectionate person, but it was so rare people returned that affection. Often, he was basically forcing it on others.  The moments when people forced it on him?  He relished them.

Though he expected Damian to pull away after a minute, Dick found himself held longer than he would have ever thought.  “You’re emotions are valid.  Your pain is just as important as the rest of ours.  Why can’t you see that?”  The words were spoken into his shoulder, muffled by muscle and the material of Dick’s shirt.  “I stand by what I told Father,” Damian whispered into Dick’s shoulder and Dick hummed his question.  “Robin should retire.”  He pulled back and green eyes met sapphire, burning hot with determination.  “There are plenty of options for partners for Batman. And Father is not losing Robin the way he lost him with Todd.”

Dick considered his words, leaning further into the pile of pillows behind him as Damian resumed his previous position.  Jason chose that moment to come into the room with a plate of food and two mugs in hand. One look at his face told Dick he had heard the last bit of the conversation.

Smiling softly at Jason, Dick took the plate and the mug and watched Jason hand the other mug to Damian. He chuckled at the sight of the grilled cheese and the pain pills.  “Thanks, Jay,” he tilted his head, hinting for Jason to give him a kiss.  A request that was quickly fulfilled before the man leaned against the wall near the bed, facing the two brothers on the bed.  “Got something to say?”

“I might, but my opinion doesn’t really matter on this one.”

“Neither does mine,” Dick said, more to Damian than to Jason.  At Damian’s frown, Dick shrugged a shoulder.  “I’m not Robin anymore, Dames.  It’s is yours and no one else’s.  If you want it to retire, then retire it.  I appreciate the sentiment behind it, and I would be so incredibly proud to have the name retire under you, but it is your decision.”  Dick watched Damian look over to Jason and from the corner of his vision he could see Jason nod, confirming that what Dick was saying was true.

“Then I suppose all that’s left is to figure out who I am to be now.”

And Dick didn’t envy Damian on that front.  It had been difficult to come up with Nightwing.  And he had the help of Clark on that one.

“What do you want, Damian? Do you want to remain in Gotham, or do you want to find your own place?”  Dick took a bite of his sandwich to keep himself from questioning Jason, but it didn’t hide the frown and question in his eyes when he looked at his boyfriend. “We could always use help here in the ‘Haven.”

That seemed to have caught Damian’s attention and Dick continued to eat while the youngest of them worked things through in his mind.  Once he had consumed enough of the sandwich, Dick took the pills Jason had given him before setting the mug of tea down on the bedside table.

“You’re always welcome here, Dames.  And if that’s something you think you might be interested in, then perhaps you should make a visit to Clark’s and have him tell you the legend he told me when I was in your position.”  Though his own position had been forced upon him and not quite by choice the way it will be for Damian.

“The legend of Nightwing and Flamebird?  Yes, Jon told me that years ago,” Damian waved a hand in dismissal.  “He was so haughty about knowing how you came to be Nightwing because Clark is so proud of his influence on you.”

Jason snorted out a laugh and Dick simply raised an eyebrow at his youngest brother.

“I wouldn’t let your father know about that, if I were you,” Dick chuckled.  While Bruce had gotten much better in relation to Clark over the years, he still held an edge of mistrust with the Kryptonian.  It wasn’t personal, it was just Bruce being the paranoid bastard he always was.  Dick was convinced if he hadn’t raised all of his Robins, he never would have trusted them. Steph was proof of that.  They had been like oil and water.

“I think I shall meditate on the subject for a while and see what conclusion I come to.”  Dick leaned forward and placed a hand on his brother’s upper arm, squeezing lightly.

“We will help however we can, you know that.  But don’t keep Bruce in the dark if you do plan on leaving Gotham.  He doesn’t handle change well.  We all know that.”  Dick reminded Damian, who nodded with a deep frown.

Jason clapped his hands together before moving forward to ruffle Damian’s perfectly coifed hair.  “Congrats Demon Brat, you’re on your way to being a real man.”

“Fuck off, Todd,” Damian growled, swatting Jason’s hand away as Dick leaned back and laughed at the pair. Whatever his younger brother decided, Dick knew it would be the right decision for him.  And he couldn’t help but be proud of the man he had become in the years since he had joined the family as a petulant and snotty ten year old.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Hi, I saw you posted a meme referring to what is happening in the Harry Potter fandom. You seem really open minded and educated so I was wondering if you would be willing to explain what exactly happened there? I’m just a little confused how it escalated. Thank you in advance!

Ooooh I am not the expert on Rowling's transphobic history but I will say this - JKR is deeply transphobic and it's come up in the past.

Recently, she accidentally copied & pasted transphobic bullshit into a tweet reply she was writing to a young fan. While she deleted the tweet, people saw it, asked about it, and she flipped out.

She dug herself a nice hole of being a TERF (trans-exclusionary radical feminist, ie feminists who are transphobic).

Then, I want to say... Last week, although time is meaningless in this Year of Our Lord 2020 the Plague Year so I'm not sure... She saw an article that referred to "people who menstruate" and went on a FUCKING TEAR of awful bigotry about it, threw her transphobic bullshit around like confetti, dug her own grave deeper and deeper on the subject. She filled out the "how to not respond to people who challenge the misinformation you have bought into" bingo card.

Then, in what she seemed to think would help in some way, she posted a ridiculous essay "defending" her viewpoint by spouting the same hideous unfounded discriminatory lies that have always been fed about any group seeking equal representation and justice under the law. She managed to cram some serious damaging ableism into the essay too while she was at it.

None of this is... inherently surprising. JKR has been proving herself like this for a long time. But it seemed a bit like she realized no one was looking at her for five minutes and decided to have a tantrum and hurt/damage trans people for funsies.

Multiple other authors (Rick Riordan, Tamora Pierce, etc) have put out statements supporting the trans community or, in Riordan's case, put out a call for recommendations of works to pick up by trans and non-binary authors or books that featured trans and nb characters that helped showcase some underrepresented writers to bookworms everywhere.

And hey, if it's not utterly clear already what my position is, let me say this:

Trans men are men.

Trans women are women.

NB people are outside the binary, and I won't hear a word otherwise.

You are who you are regardless of how the bigots of the world want to define you.

You are yourselves utterly and completely and deserve every recognition of the incredible courage that assholes like JKR do not recognize in you.

I am sorry for the people who loved HP as kids and young adults and have been so hurt by its author. You did not and could never deserve that, I know how influential and formative a book series you love can be when you're growing up.

If you read this and think you want to send me something supporting JKR, repeating anti-trans talking points, or whatever... please don't. Please please don't.

I will not publish them and give a platform to damaging discriminatory thoughts that hurt people I love. I will not give that a platform here.

To my trans and nb friends and readers... I got your back. I care about you. I know who you are is more important than how any world might want to define you, and you matter to me.

This blog is a place that has a welcome mat out for you.

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

35 Q’s for Fanfic Writers

From this post

I’m having a shitty, rude alter-y, crap night so I’m just going to answer all of these to distract myself and focus and to not bother anybody just making my own post and putting it under the cut btw, notice to anyone not aware: since I’m moving I won’t likely be updating anything until I’m done doing so.

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing?  (No downplaying yourself!) 3/5? Could use more editing and description and can be weirdly paced.

2. Why do you write fanfiction? Because it’s better than focusing on pain 24/7. 

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? I don’t seem to have a specific narrative voice that people recognize but I’m pretty proud of mostly organic dialogue. 

4. Are there any writers that inspire you? as a rule i never look up to anybody for inspiration but there’s some stuff in my ao3 bookmarks I fawn over.

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? Right now, none of them. It changes normally, anyway. If get too proud then I’d get my ass kicked by RSD if someone didn’t like it so it’s safer this way

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily? Dialogue. 

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most? Organic description, poetic language kind of stuff. I can paint a scene but I’m not so great with bring out out a feeling with description alone.

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write? Janus and Virgil are probably tied. They both have things I struggle with but I don’t have to go back and do much adjusting of language and tone with them. Though admittedly my Virgil is signifigantly more foul-mouthed than canon and I tend to prefer pre-AA feral asshole Virgil.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write? Patton. I write him the least, so people can probably tell. I love Patton, I really do, but it’s so hard to keep away from fanon Patton. 

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for? Angst w/ H/C obviously. Or if you’re talking about regular book genres, Fantasy. I fucking love fantasy world building.

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most? Trauma. I blame Daeram. As if Ayri isn’t a giant Angst Demon.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about. Slopes. I’m really into it. I’ve got three one shots running right now. Patrons can read the first part of the unnamed cat remus one, there’s also a coffeeshop au tropey nonsense one like eglantine & lycoris, but Slopes is addiction angst. Mmmmm. Virgil is addicted to coke and alcohol and will listening to his friends even be in time? Who knows, especially not me, but there’s already over 30k. 

13. First fandom you ever wrote for? InuYasha. Or was it Harry Potter? Or shit, The Blue Sword? Fuck, I’ve been writing for a long time, I really have no idea.

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for? Sanders Sides. The characters are the perfect dynamic for writing since they exist in balance of each other and the popular, easy to project on archetypes featured are incredibly fun to do basically any scenario with.

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for? Weird storywise? Kingdom Hearts? I can’t even follow the plot anymore. Weird Fandomwise? Sanders Sides. Its simultainiously the fluffiest and angstiest nonsense at the same time.

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? Vampires. Gay ones. Gay Vampires. I also love calm tol and angy smol.

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. Any tropes that normalize incredibly toxic behaviour or tropes that are inherantly ableist, but I can’t think of any.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written? Incorrigible continues to be complete nonsense.

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between? AUs. I mean closest I even have is canon-divergence other than a single short.

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff? I like it when there is gay nonsense along with a plot that is treated as more important than the relationship the most. But I like both. There’s more shippy stuff in tss so i read more shipping action by default.

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!) Anxceit/Sleepxiety, but in general, give me darksides or give me death/j

22. Do you listen to anything while you write? Almost everything I write has a special playlist I listen to to help me write it, but otherwise I listen to my Nyan playlist, an alter is picking the tunes, or a voidfam playlist. I never have music off. When my internet is down I just listen to the songs I own or Anxiety’s theme on loop.

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? I’m fine with all of them. I love working with prompts but I tend to deviate. And I’ve never done a challenge since I can’t do deadlines and bad things happen bingo never sent me a card and I applied three times.

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works? I am generally multi-chaptered stuff, but I’ve been working on a few one-shots lately that are much longer than most one shots.

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them! I was originally thinking of doing some little 13-year-old Dreaming!Roman (y’know, the one with a job) shorts but it turns out I just had an alter of that little bastard and that’s why I inexplicably know more about him then I ever even considered. I still might do them after Dreaming is done. But that’s paced so slowly who knows when that might happen. Otherwise I put stuff in my notes and just do shorts of it if I’m like “oh you know what’s cool???” but since I can’t daydream maybe this question doesn’t apply to me.

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try? I want to do more autism stuff, and I’ve had it demanded a few times, but I’m scared of being that explict about it for some reason. Possibly because I might be, possibly because I’m scared of doing it wrong even though I’ve accidentally coded multiple characters autistic. I’m scared of explictly tagging them as such, too. 

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received? That I can remember off the top of my head? I’m going with one from @a-genz-with-trauma-and-kins. It really helped me out and was just so kind and literally the best christmas gift I got in 2020. 

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing? I can handle it alright but Daeram is a little fucking pissbaby about it. Constructive criticism helps people get better, so I appreciate it. I can’t handle critism that is incomplete, though. “i just don’t get it” or “I don’t know I don’t like it” kind of things. If I can’t understand the why to fix it then things get out of control. And then I spiral and RSD for like four days minimum. If it came from an anon or a troll, too, It might not bother me for as long. Things that are just like “this is shit and you should feel bad” just make me laugh. Couldn’t even bother to read it long enough to insult me proper? I don’t care.

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out? I have a few times. Mostly in shorts and prompts, I think. I think they turned out okay. They’re not particularly inspired or anything.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst? Depends on my mood. Am I triggered? give me the fluff. Am I vibin? Angst. 

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them! Fuck, fam, no, I can’t, I have so many. I have multiple original stories and some of them have very large casts and like holy fuck. Or do you mean in Sanders Sides fandom? Um, Morgan and Thorn in PD. The lesbian and her himbo dynamic. I love them. They’re dorks. Morgan is strong person with sharp tongue and soft romantic heart and Thorn is just so kind and so dumb and so exciteable he’s like a puppy. They were just filler characters and I got attached to them. Felton even gets redemption for being an ass later in PD, like oof i never intended to include so much OC content, especially for names I just picked randomly. 

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less. nope I’m doing all of them because these are fun plea for my new self: 2 gay vampires, 4 humans, 1 braincell dreaming while I wake: trauma child needs therapy and so do you break: big oof, oh dragons, oh why, go virgil go rebuild: virgil is so not okay there’s more virgil to deal painful death: gay teens drink themselves into a new religion stargazing: whoops we didn’t realize people actually cared whole castle: everyone will throw down for kid!patton, even you incorrigible: found family with a shot of psychological horror and crack dangerous instincts: wholesome crime syndacite action  slopes: addict gets mugged and thinks that’s just fine with him conflagration: logan avoids everything ever like a champ cat!remus: bored fae shifts gay pining from one person to another  caffeine cyptids: caffinated gay panic goes faster than regular gay panic eglantine & lycoris: more tropes than you can toss a shoe at storytime: overpowered virgil also overreacts literally always

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process? an alter and I write together and I have absolutely no idea what’s going to happen, what I’m writing about, or even what year it is. I often don’t even remember what I wrote. There’s no outline. I have an idea and I pick things at random for it. There’s just notes and an evil gleam in a demon’s eye. The only reason I know more than readers is because I take a long time to edit and some of these stories have fucking alters up in my head who can tell me things. Daeram tells me nothing. The writing demon supposedly has all this knowledge but I have absolutely no clue because he does not talk to me, he just fronts and slams out 9k in a few hours or we cofront to write and I’m like “oh no she didn’t” while typing 

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. i’m fond of the entire painful death series and I tried to find something I really liked without spoilers in stargazing and I couldn’t so here’s a random thing from incorrigble: “So, what do you do with your friends?” Patton continued on with a megawatt smile. “Grand larceny,” Virgil deadpanned and glared at Patton, who was taken aback. Remy and Andy just broke out laughing while Virgil tentatively sipped his still-too-hot-cocoa. 

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!  slopes my dudes slopes i have learned so much about cocaine! like wow! I thought for a minute it was going to end with MCD around 30k but it swtiched from whump to hurt/comfort and I still don’t know if it’s going to be MCD but look at that funky little coke/alcohol addict go, it’s a medical wonder he’s alive! It’s not like there’s what seems to be a little talked about interaction between alcohol and cocaine that causes a toxic chemical to build up in the liver which can result in liver failure and sudden death at basically any moment! Which is part of why it may result in MCD but this time no ghosts! maybe it’ll be h/c with whump elements or maybe it’ll be whump with h/c elements we can’t know for sure