#now that we are all vaccinated we can finally see each other again and it was great

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i got back with an ex?

context: i (20m) dated a guy (19m) my senior year of high school (he was a grade below me but we were both 17 at the time). we’d had feelings for each other for pretty much the entire time we knew each other, but timing would always be bad in terms of us getting together, whether it was because one of us started seeing someone new or because i wasn’t mentally ready for a relationship when he proposed the idea. we finally made it official my senior year, but it only lasted a few months because he had quite a bit of emotional baggage that would be unloaded onto me that i wasn’t equipped to handle. it’s not something i fault him for, just something that i think would be much better managed by a therapist instead of a romantic partner, so i broke up with him.

he took it well, i still consider us friends even if we don’t talk all too often anymore, i went to his graduation party, etc, all this to say things are fine between us. afaik no bad blood or ill wishes.

for some reason, i still haven’t fully gotten over him, despite the fact that it’s been 2 years now. maybe because i haven’t dated anyone since then, maybe because we were dating before covid vaccines happened so we only saw each other in person one time, but something is making me feel like i never got real closure on that relationship. i told him when we broke up that i’d be willing to try again if he worked on himself, so maybe i feel like i never got closure because i left it open ended on purpose lol.

now, the meat— i don’t know if any of this stuff is asshole-ish, but i feel like it might be: in my mind, i date to marry. not that i’m opposed to things that just don’t work out, nor am i looking to get married ASAP (even if i found The One already, we wouldn’t be married yet. i am FAR too young) i just feel like my reason for dating is to eventually find someone i’m willing to settle down with. i’m pretty sure this guy is not that guy for me, i don’t think i want to have a civil union with him or live with him or anything like that. so, i feel like getting back together with him would be a waste of both of our times, since it’s probably just going to end in a breakup again. plus, if this is the way my brain thinks it can get closure… isn’t that just using him for my own benefit?

i do really genuinely like this guy, i haven’t been able to get my mind off of him for 5 years now, so i feel like getting back with him wouldnt solely be for personal benefit. i am fully willing to try again if he is as well, but i can’t shake the thought that “try again” means “see if we’re compatible for marriage again” to me, and since i’m pretty sure we aren’t, i feel like it would be a dick move and that i’d just be leading him on the whole time until we broke up again.

so…… WIBTA if i were to pursue it?

What are these acronyms?

[jazztag]

A Cure for Solitude XVI

Medic is suddenly awakened by some loud knocks on the lab’s door. He checks the cameras, quite hoping it’s W who has decided to stop being an idiot and come to him again.

It isn’t. Instead, on the black and white screen, M sees the familiar face of Army no- Amy, the soldier woman who tends to patrol around the farthest areas in the city.

“C’mon, it’s important” rushes him the soldier, when M unlocks the big heavy metal door.

“What” questions M as soon as she comes inside his humble home. She is pacing around, uncomfortable. Finally, sits down on a near couch and lets her rifle rest on the floor. She looks to the floor.

“Remember when you promised me that?”

Medic disregards his annoyance at once and relaxes a bit. “Yeah”.

She looks then at him in the eye, and his smile shines, something than not even M, who has known the woman for most than two years now, has seen previously. Amy’s eyes shine with some tears strained in them, and there’s faith in there. M steps back a bit, a little bit taken aback by everything that’s going on.

“What? What, Amy? Speak”

The woman dries her eyes and steps up. She adopts a position of rest, as far as a military does, her gun on her side.

“They have approved Protocol T” and she smiles again. But M, on his side, his mouth closes shut.

“What do you mean, Protocol Test was something that our government banned after that fiasco with the Institute, they can’t…”

“Well, they now can! Remember the coup d’etat last year? Some commissions got created, some people left the government, new ones arrived…”

Medic walks frantically around the room.

“That’s bad. That’s really bad…”

Amy grabs him by the shoulders, stopping him in his tracks. She looks at him, half smiling.

“Don’t you get it? Now we actually can find a cure! Now we will all work towards the vaccine! No more gatekeeping, finally full Countries will start trusting each other with the information and…”

“No!” yells M, fleeing from her hold. He backs away into a corner, and repeats himself again, much quietly: “no…”

Amy furrows her brows and decides to let her weapon right there by the wall. She approaches M again, cautiously, but while following the scientist around the improvised apartment, her eyes start to wander around all the papers and documents that decorate each surface. A lot of medical words she has never understood. Then, half hidden under another pile, some random newspapers. Wait…

M arrives by the coffee machine and gets a fresh cup. He gulps it all down. He tries to get his hair away from his eyes for the fifth time.

“You don’t get it, Amelia. How could you? You just wait for results, and when you find them, you just… steal them”

Amy turns to the scientist, raising one eyebrow. Then she returns her attention to the newspaper cover, one from almost three years. There’s a group of scientists there, in the first article, a big photo with a lot of people and names, everything is smiles and handshakes.

“Medic?” asks Amy, without looking up from the paper. She grabs the dusty pages, and starts reading ”Is there something I should know?”

M starts pacing around, coffee in hand. “Not a virus, not a virus” mutters the scientist while shaking his head absentmindedly.

Amy keeps reading the page and stops by the big picture. He can recognize someone from the photo. Her eyes span nervously towards the bottom line of the picture, and from left to right, a series of names are written…

“M-Mel? That was you, on the team?”

M stops dead in his tracks and turns around slowly towards Amy. He then can’t keep it anymore straight and falls onto his knees, dropping the mug and breaking it in shambles. He takes off his glasses and starts crying frantically.

“It was all a mistake” he sobs uncontrollably “We were lied to and stolen…”

Amy walks towards him and yanks from his shoulders to get him up again and away from the cutting ceramic on the floor.

“You don’t need to carry all the pain and guilt by yourself anymore, Mel…” says Amy softly. You have help, now. They will let you guide them and…

“No!” M now is angry, his past is again punching him in the gut, and what he thought was something he was keeping controlled and forgot about, has returned once more. He eyes Amy, and the woman suddenly is scared. But M’s fury has nothing to do with her, that’s something she is sure of.

“There was never a mistake” speaks M, suddenly in a lower voice, more controlled manner. “There was never supposed to be a cure. The virus was the first phase of the plan, and now they are going to start the second phase.

Amy has her eyes fully open. “What- What do you m-mean”

“Three years ago I thought I failed on my research. But turns out, I just provided humanity with the most brutal annihilation weapon ever”.

M looks at Amy, and the both of them stare in shock at each other.

“You mean-”

“Amelia, answer me this one:

If you were to invent the atomic bomb, would you share the knowledge, or burn the plans and die with the secret?”

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[mysisypheannightmare]

Just Another Day (Chapter Two)

Word Count: 4,860

Warnings: Logan Angst, Sickfic, Fever, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort (with actual comfort this time), Stream of Consciousness mixed with actual fully-written scenes, and All sides are present in this fic

Read Chapter One First

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He kept flinching away, Virgil noticed.

A part of him wanted to be grateful that it wasn't just him now, but all the other sides, too, that Logan was avoiding every time he was awake enough to recognize they were there with him. But, given Logan's last little freakout, it probably meant that something about the other sides was unsettling him so badly that he didn't want them there.

Well, maybe if he'd actually eat on his own or just get some actual sleep, then he'd stop having a stupid fever and feel better already…

Virgil felt a bit guilty for wanting Logan to just hurry up and get better already, but he couldn't help it. He had to hear Janus explain that Thomas was better from his fever the other day but was still dealing with a mental fog, likely thanks to whatever Logan was dealing with now. It's like the two were linked in some crazy way and managed to get each other sick.

If Thomas ever gets sick again after this, Virgil wasn't going to let there be an argument about it ever again. The man's going straight to bed, or better yet, a hospital! He should also probably make sure he's up to date on all his vaccines, too, just to be sure. This can't ever happen again. Not to Thomas and not to Logan.

"His fever has finally gone down a bit," Janus was telling Patton, who still looked distraught since the moment he even found out that Logan didn't seem to be doing too well. That hadn't been a fun conversation.

"He'll probably be back to himself in no time, alright?" Janus, of all sides, was trying to reassure Patton. Virgil hated that he couldn't tell if he was lying, even if it was only to make Patton feel better, but he certainly wouldn't put it past him. It was kind of his thing, after all.

Patton seemed to be cheered up ever so slightly by the news, however, so at least there was that.

He really hoped Logan was actually getting better.

--

"How's he doing?"

Roman turned to see Patton peek his head in, concern deep in his expression.

It was now the second day of them keeping a watchful eye over Logan. Roman was sitting in the chair they'd moved next to Logan's bed. He was keeping himself occupied with a coloring book and a box of crayons. It didn't take too much to keep him entertained while letting Logan sleep.

Speaking of…

"He keeps tossing and turning, but it's still better than yesterday," he informed Patton.

Patton stepped into the room and walked over, patting Logan on the head, only for him to shift away, turning on his side.

Roman sighed.

"I don't know what else we can do. I tried adding those pillows yesterday, but …well, you saw what happened. I guess he just can't get comfortable."

Patton gasped and then smiled wide.

"I may have just the thing!"

Roman watched, confused, as Patton ran off, ducking back out to the hallway in a hurry. He had no idea what he could possibly have planned, and he certainly didn't expect to see Patton return a minute later with an enormous stuffed animal in his arms.

It was a big white unicorn, nearly three feet tall, with bright, neon pink tufts of hair for a mane and a shiny rainbow horn sticking out of its head. The way its pink-colored hooves bounced as Patton walked back in, it was clear the unicorn's legs have more weight to them than the rest of the stuffed animal. Optimal for hugging, in fact.

Patton strode right up to Logan's bed and set the large plushie next to Logan with a triumphant grin. "That should do the trick!"

And somehow, he was right.

Roman watched as Logan turned over again on his other side again, almost instantly pulling the unicorn to his chest like it was meant to be there. He seemed to calm down right away, relaxing his shoulders and everything.

Finally.

It may have looked ridiculous for Logan to do such a thing, but if it got him to sleep more soundly, Roman would leave it be. He could just tease him about it later when he was no longer sick.

--

Logan woke up again, holding something soft to his chest. He tiredly opened his eyes, seeing only white fur with pink tufts sticking out… Oh! Palindrome, his stuffed unicorn! He hadn’t seen it in so long.

He squeezed it tighter to his chest, only to remember…he’d gotten rid of Palindrome over a year ago. So why was it here?

He glanced around to see he was still in his room. His mind seemed far clearer as he looked around some more and recognized everything was in its place, save for a new chair set next to his nightstand with a very bored-looking Janus sitting in it, flipping quietly through a book that Logan was fairly certain was from his own collection.

“…Janus?” he tried to say, but his voice came out exceptionally raspy. Wow, his throat really hurt, actually. Like he’d somehow managed to swallow barbed wire, the prickling sensation worsening as he tried to adjust to sit up on his elbows.

What on earth happened?

Janus looked over at him and quietly shut the book in his lap and set it aside.

"Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked him, an odd expression on his face. He seemed to be looking Logan over instead of just looking at his face. “Still tired?”

Logan narrowed his gaze at him, trying to decide what he meant by that. His mind seemed to be slow to give him his usual deductive reasoning, but was he implying Logan was tired earlier? Why would he ask that?

He opened his mouth to ask for clarification but somehow managed to choke on air, and let out a pathetic cough into the side of Palindrome’s head.

He frowned. Oh, he really hadn’t meant to do that.

“Thirsty?” Janus asked, and as Logan looked up again, he noticed a water bottle being held out to him.

He took it, aware that his arms felt very weak. He tried to sit up just enough so he could take a quick sip of the water, and then he finally asked the burning question…

“What… Uhm, what happened?”

Janus stared at him for a moment, that same unreadable expression on his face.

“It seems you had a fever, Logan,” he finally answered, leaning back in his chair again.

Logan waited, but Janus didn’t continue.

“Care to elaborate?” Logan asked, now trying to sit up properly and lean back against his headboard. It was more of a struggle than he expected, but he managed it regardless. He set Palindrome at his side, trying to resist the urge to hug the stuffed animal for comfort that he knew he didn’t need.

“Depends,” Janus responded, almost cryptically. “What do you remember?”

Logan sighed. He sure didn’t remember having a fever, but unless Janus was lying – which was extremely likely – then he couldn’t really be sure of anything that happened after Thomas had started feeling off and had thrown up yesterday…

“Oh,” he realized, “Thomas was sick."

Janus nodded. “Yep, had a fever, and then you managed to catch one, too.”

Ah, a fever probably wasn’t good, now that he thought about it. Though, Logan wasn’t even sure the sides could become ill. Patton and Roman had claimed to be sick a few times over the years, but they seemed to always be fine after having one of the others take care of them for a couple hours. He’d honestly thought they were just in need of some relaxation and special attention, not actually sick in the way a human could be, but maybe he’d been wrong.

It certainly wouldn’t be the first time…

“Is he doing better now?” Logan couldn’t help but ask.

Thomas’ health was definitely the priority here, so he ought to make sure.

“Considering it’s been about three days since his fever broke and he’s gone right back to normal? Yes, I’d say he’s doing much better.”

Janus looked over at him then, as though waiting for something.

Logan blinked, glancing away. Wait…three days? “Did you say three…? But wasn’t that just…”

How could that have been three days ago? Thomas had only gotten sick just yesterday! How long had Logan been sick then?

How long had they had to put up with him being out of it, especially if he couldn’t even recall a single moment from the whole ordeal? Hopefully he hadn’t completely inconvenienced everyone or kept Thomas from any important activities. Three days was such a large amount of time.

He sat up some more. He looked across the room to his desk, where his laptop sat open and ready for work.

Maybe he should check his schedule, just to see how far behind he had gotten…

"You really don’t remember then? Any of it?” Janus asked, some sort of emotion lacing his words. But what emotion was there, Logan couldn’t be sure.

He looked over at Janus. He seemed bothered.

Oh, no.

Had Logan done something burdensome? He didn’t know what it was, but he hoped he could make it up to him and the others. There were far too many possibilities if it occurred due to illness. Maybe it wasn’t anything too awful and a quick apology and some acts of kindness would suffice?

"I’m sorry if I bothered you in any way,” he told Janus right away, trying to adjust and move the blankets off so he could stand. His arms were still shaking a bit, but he needed to get back to work quickly if things had really been that bad. “I can assure you it won’t happen again.”

Janus eyed him as he tried to stand on wobbly legs. He rolled his eyes before sighing heavily and reaching over to push Logan back down onto the bed.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Janus told him flatly. "You're probably not fully well just yet."

Logan wanted to disagree, but he couldn't be sure. He looked over at his nightstand, seeing his glasses lying there, so he picked them up and put them on. His eyes adjusted slowly and with his vision clearing, he felt confident he was probably fine after all.

"If you don't remember, perhaps I should fill you in," Janus offered.

Logan glanced over at him, and Janus took the opportunity to explain in vague detail that Logan hadn't been seen by the other sides most of the day after Thomas had initially gotten his fever.

Once Thomas was better, they'd all assumed everything was fine…until they realized Logan was missing, so they'd gone looking for him. Apparently he was in his room, dazed out of his mind, sitting at his desk for some reason. Virgil and Remus got him to bed, but when they came back to check on him, he'd gotten up again and each time was either wandering around aimlessly in his room or sitting at his desk again, doing nothing.

"It was frustrating how many times we had to redirect you because you wouldn't sleep, for whatever reason," Janus said with a laugh.

Logan grimaced. That sounded very annoying for them.

"Apologies. I hope it wasn't too much of a problem."

Janus looked at him.

"It wasn't a problem."

Again, Logan wasn't sure what emotion was there in Janus' words, but there was definitely something. He felt awful not being able to assign it, but that had never been his forte, after all. He couldn't be expected to understand something that he wasn't meant to, even if he kept trying and failing for years at this point to do just that.

Janus sighed, continuing his explanation,

“By the next day, things got… well, they got a bit intense there for a while.”

Logan wasn’t sure he wanted to know what that meant. He found out anyway.

“You seemed terrified any time you were awake and one of us tried to help you with anything. A single touch had you backing away, even if we were just trying to get you to drink some water..”

Oh. Logan tried to remember why that might be, but his mind didn’t supply him a reason. He didn't find himself typically afraid of the others, so there was no reasonable explanation for him to do such a thing.

“And when you slept, you seemed to have nightmares. Painful ones, from the looks of it.”

Well, that probably wasn’t fun to deal with, either. No wonder Janus seemed bothered.

"Around the height of your fever, you had somehow managed to get out of bed and run across the room, tried to grab…I think it was a letter opener? Who knows what you were planning to do exactly, but when we finally stopped you, you…said you were trying to die for us.”

Janus stared at him, willing him to remember. But Logan didn’t remember anything like that at all.

Why would he have done something like that?

Perhaps his mind believed he was in danger or maybe they misunderstood the situation? That's such an odd response, though, even for someone who's ill.

“That…sounds burdensome,” Logan stated, in lieu of having anything else to say. “I’m sorry.”

Janus sighed, leaning back again.

"You really don’t remember? At all?" he asked again.

Logan shook his head.

“Well, there goes my hope of getting some answers at least,” Janus responded. “And what about all the mumbling you made in your sleep about Thomas replacing you?”

Logan froze. Well, that he remembered, but not from his time being sick. He’d been sure for quite a long time now that Thomas ought to replace him, find a suitable Logic that functioned and performed adequately, who didn’t constantly cause problems and instead fixed them like he was meant to. Had he mentioned that out loud?

“Uhh…”

“And something about not being productive enough? Being useless?” Janus added.

Logan swallowed, a pain in his chest rapidly starting to ache. Had he really said that? He was hoping none of them would find out how badly behind he'd been on his work.

He was able to get most of Thomas’ necessary tasks taken care of every day, but as time went on, his energy always seemed to dwindle, and lately, he’d been downright terrible about keeping proper tabs on everything. He had been covering it up well enough so that it wouldn't bother anyone or cause further problems, but that clearly wasn’t the case anymore if they knew.

How was he going to fix this? Did this mean they would replace him, after all? They would have to, right?

His breath felt shallow. But he'd been expecting to be replaced eventually, hadn't he? He was certain this was supposed to happen, just not so soon!

His throat felt tight, and his mind started racing, but it seemed Janus wasn’t finished yet.

“Oh yeah, and then there was a remark in there about how this was supposed to happen. Does that ring any bells to you?”

Logan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe steadily, but absolutely failing.

Yes, of course he had thought about these things for quite a while, but none of the others were ever meant to know about it!

He was supposed to keep existing until the moment he could finally resolve all those problems he'd tallied up over time, even if the biggest problem was himself. He was supposed to stay for as long as he was useful, even if he’d already been found to be useless. He never wanted them to know how pathetic he was and had been all this time. He'd wanted to fix things before Thomas found out, at the very least.

What would he do now? Janus couldn’t have been the only one to know. What would the others do? Did Thomas know already? Were they replacing him already? What was going to happen to him?

He was supposed to have more time to fix everything before it had to end. He'd thought about it so much, but he was only biding his time and getting what little done that he could, then he would address it outright with Thomas, because he deserved to know…just not yet! It was supposed to happen, just not yet!

Was this inevitable? Was this always going to happen, the truth would come out before he had the chance to fix everything, even if he hadn’t somehow fallen ill?

Logan’s mind wouldn’t shut up or let him catch up on everything. He tried not to panic, but none of this could possibly end well.

Would it even end at all?

"Logan, breathe, please!” Janus pleaded next to him.

Oh. He wasn't breathing. That's probably what that pain was. Oh, no.

“You’re going to be okay," Janus told him.

He wasn't going to be okay. He messed everything up and hadn't even figured out a way to fix it!

"I wasn’t trying to confront you about this right now," Janus continued. "I just wanted to see if you had remembered… Perhaps, not my best move, all things considered.”

How could this have happened? What was he supposed to do now? He'd have to change everything, but if they all already knew, what could he possibly do to fix it? He couldn't fix anything! But if he couldn't fix anything, Thomas and the others would still be left with all the problems he'd left unresolved!

They'd all be so disappointed. They probably already were.

His chest ached.

He tried to imagine how the others would have reacted, but all he could think about was how he hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone or make them think they’d done anything wrong. He wasn't supposed to leave them with any burden. But now he’d gone and bothered everyone for no reason!

They all knew he’d been useless to Thomas and believed he deserved whatever fate came of that…

They must have been so upset with him.

“Logan.”

But it wasn’t as though this was the first time, right?

“Keep trying.”

They would never understand. He wouldn’t be able to make them understand. He already knew that from the start.

“Please.”

He really should have expected this.

…something about that thought was far too sobering.

He took in a deep breath and his vision seemed to clear up. Right, breathing is a good thing. Of course.

He managed to get in another deep breath, but it still felt as though his throat was tight and his heart was beating way too fast. What was wrong with him?

"There we go," Janus said in barely a whisper. "Honestly, I thought I was going to have to do it for you again."

"Again?" Logan squeaked out, looking up at him. "What… do what again? What do you mean?"

Janus frowned.

"When you were panicking before, when you were still feverish, you had tried to hurt yourself… You wouldn't calm down, so I…helped," he explained, then looked away. "Or tried to, anyway."

"How?" Logan couldn't help but ask, his breathing finally starting to slow back down. His chest hurt. Everything hurt.

"It's just a trick I know," Janus replied. "I have so very many of them, after all."

Logan watched as Janus leaned back, looking more like the Janus he knew rather than the worried mess he'd awoken to. Maybe that was a good thing?

Janus turned back to him then, squinting as he added, "You know, I haven't used that one on anyone in years. It just makes you calm down really fast, it's better for things like panic attacks. Virgil had gotten so mad the last time that I used it on him, he…" Janus trailed off, covering his mouth. "But it sure seemed like you needed it. I can only hope it actually helped."

Logan blinked.

"If I could remember, I would tell you."

Janus nodded. "I believe you. But I would also rather not have to do it again… which means you'll need to talk to me, or at least someone about what's been going on."

He stared at him intently, and Logan tried not to react, without making it obvious he was pointedly ignoring the suggestion. He let himself breathe, trying to get back to some semblance of normal.

"Those kinds of thoughts rarely spring from nothing, Logan," Janus remarked.

Logan didn't really want to think about it, if he were honest. It was always so much harder to understand if he let himself think about it. There had been so much and he had no desire to see the consequences of these actions anytime soon.

But clearly Janus wanted him to make a decision anyway.

"I'm aware," he responded. "I'll consider it."

Janus just continued to stare.

"Please do."

They, thankfully, didn't discuss it further. Janus let him rest a while longer before insisting he eat something.

Logan tried not to think about everything that was being left unsaid.

--

It was when Patton visited him again later that day that he decided to address the issue with the stuffed animal. The issue being that it wasn't meant to be in his room anymore.

“Did you bring this here?” Logan asked, holding out the stuffed unicorn plushie so that Patton could take it back. Sure, he could admit that he had missed Palindrome, but it wasn’t as though anyone else would know that.

Patton smiled brightly, taking the stuffed animal into his arms and letting its big hooves wiggle back and forth as he gave it a quick hug.

“Oh, Palindrome had shown up in my room a while back,” he told him, taking a seat in the chair that still sat next to Logan's bed. “I tried to return her when she first appeared, but you said she wasn’t lost. You said… I think you said something about not needing her anymore?”

Logan recalled why he’d willed the stuffed animal away in the first place. He wasn't meant to keep sentimental items in his room anymore, so he put them away in storage and got rid of them entirely. He wasn't sure where Palindrome would end up, but considering Patton seemed to already have an ever-growing collection of stuffed animals in his room, it certainly didn't surprise him that it ended up there.

“That sounds about right," he replied.

Patton continued, “I figured I would let her stay with me until you needed her again, so I gave her as many puzzles I could find to play with, and any time a new book showed up, I’d give it to her to read! She seems to really like them!”

Logan wanted to be grateful, but he didn’t understand why Patton was telling him all of this.

"…this doesn’t really answer my question, Patton. Clearly, you brought her here… I mean… Uhm. You returned this stuffed animal for a reason, right?”

He didn’t like sounding attached to an inanimate object, but that didn’t seem to matter to Patton as he replied with a laugh,

“Well, sure!” Patton pushed the unicorn back into Logan’s lap, tilting the animal’s head up at him. “You needed Palindrome back, didn’t you?”

Logan grimaced. “I don’t think—”

"Whenever I’m sick, my stuffed animals are always the biggest comfort when I’m trying to sleep,” Patton explained. “It only makes sense that Palindrome could help you be comfortable, too. Isn’t that just logic? It has to be.”

Logan wasn’t sure what it was, but it definitely wasn’t logic. Not that explaining that would help matters. He sighed.

“While I appreciate the gesture, Patton—”

“Will you keep her, then?” he asked Logan earnestly.

Logan paused and looked away. He really should just get to the point with this.

He handed the stuffed toy back to Patton yet again.

“Like I said, I don’t need a stuffed animal. And certainly not to sleep comfortably.”

It was the truth. He didn’t require comfort, let alone comfort items. He’d willed the unicorn away last year because it was beyond time for him to stop clinging to a toy so unnecessarily. If anything, Patton seemed the exact type to enjoy having an extra stuffed animal around, so it was best for him to keep her, not Logan.

Logan didn't need it, Patton wanted it, so this just made sense.

He’d made up his mind about this.

Patton leaned forward ever so slightly.

“She misses you.”

…what?

Logan whipped his head back to see Patton staring right into his eyes. He tried not to squirm under such harsh attention but failed as he started to shift uncomfortably.

Patton reached out, setting the unicorn right back on Logan’s lap resolutely, and then continued to look at him with determination.

“I don’t want her to think she’s alone,” he told Logan, his voice and eyes portraying true honesty, “even with all her friends around her. I know she likes to do things by herself, but I think it’s important that she at least have that chance for comfort when she needs it most.”

He gave the smallest smile after that. “Don’t you agree?”

Logan wasn’t sure what to think.

Palindrome was just some stuffed toy. Easy to toss aside and forget. Even easier to replace, with something better, more suitable. It's as though the damn thing was built to be useless, as though it was meant to be tossed aside eventually. Even if he had kept it around for a long time until now, why would Patton or anyone else think anything important could ever come from such a thing?

“What if she doesn’t need it?” Logan asked.

Patton’s smile faded.

“Everyone needs it. Even if it’s in a different way than we expect, but that’s okay. It’s always okay.”

But it’s so excessive. They didn’t need to waste time providing comfort for someone—for something that didn’t deserve it, that didn’t appreciate it! It couldn’t care, it couldn’t reciprocate, it couldn’t do anything that could ever help anyone else! It was useless!

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just get rid of her?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

Why not just remove the problem? Why wouldn’t they just make things easier for themselves instead of trying to cater to something they didn’t even understand? It’s not like he could even begin to tell them--

“I don’t think so. I think she’s right where she belongs.” Patton reached out to pet the fur on top of Palindrome’s head, adding softly, “But it looks like maybe her friends could have done a better job at reminding her of that… but they want to try now. Do you think she’d let them?”

Logan peered down at the unicorn in his lap, trying not to cry. This felt awful, it felt wrong.

"What if she’s scared it will only make things worse?”

Why was he playing along with this? What could this possibly accomplish? Nothing was ever going to change, so why even try?

“I think she deserves the chance to see what it could be like, Logan.”

His breath came out shakily as he tried to hold back the tears building in his eyes. There was so much that didn’t make sense, so much that could go wrong, but they wanted to do this anyway? He didn’t understand why they would bother.

Logan squeezed at Palindrome’s sides, still resisting the urge to hug her. He didn’t deserve that comfort, he knew that. It didn’t stop the thought from invading his mind, though.

Any time these pesky emotions stirred up, he knew all the books and research he’d read claimed he needed to examine them and then feel them and move on, but it was as though a tightly locked door was between him and these feelings, and even if he tried to open it willingly, he couldn’t seem to get inside, even for just a look.

He knew he would never be able to understand himself or what he was feeling. Nothing would ever change that. And it was his own fault. No one else should have to deal with that. It wouldn’t be fair. He was supposedto handle this on his own.

“Logan,” Patton reached out, just barely laying a hand over his arm. “Do you think you could try?”

He wasn’t sure. It didn’t seem like the right thing to do, but he just wasn’t sure. He… he wanted to, but he was terrified to know what would come of it. He wanted to but he didn’t want to bother them with all of this. He wanted to, but he couldn't possibly convince himself he would ever deserve it.

But he wanted to.

And he wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted much of anything before, except for things to finally end.

Maybe this was a different way… a better way.

He held his breath and looked up at Patton.

And nodded.

[goldustwomun]

❥ = smut

✦ = angst

❋ = fluff

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 James Potter

♫ one shots ミ★

u.n.i (coming soon) by ed sheeran

♫ series ミ★

will we talk? (2.9k+) by sam fender

it was only meant to be a one night stand-- a pretty fucking amazing one night stand, but one night nevertheless. so when your dad informs you of a bounty on your head and beloved bakery, you expect just about anyone in the world but james to show up as your newly appointed bodyguard.

he doesn’t even fit in with the decor.

pt ii. coincide (coming soon) by catfish & the bottlemen

pt iii. i can see you (coming soon) by taylor swift

pt iv. fallout (coming soon) by catfish & the bottlemen

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 Eddie Munson

♫ one shots ミ★

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the two of you were oblivious idiots, but you were idiots in love (with each other, except neither of you knew it and Eddie fucked up a little -- a lot -- before you’d ever find out)!

no one knows (4.8k+) ❥❋ by queens of the stone ages

it had been your idea to keep your relationship with eddie a secret, but when a party gets out of hand and the jealousy (and alcohol) kicks in, you begin to regret your decision.

bite the hand (2.0k+) ✦ by boygenius

things come crashing down around you when you watch eddie from the sidelines of the stage. you know you shouldn't leave but you beg eddie for forgiveness anyway.

♫ series ミ★

false god (3.2k+) ✦ ❥ - complete by taylor swift

sleeping with your best friend was never a good idea, especially when you’re in love with said best friend. and though he’s confessed his feelings to you, they were feelings he felt for an entirely different girl.

pt ii. another love (3.0k+) ✦ by tom odell

pt iii. feel again (6.1k+) ✦❋ by one republic

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 Matt Murdock

♫ one shots ミ★

bruises (2.1k+) ✦ ❋ by lewis capaldi

matt comes home, battered and bruised. you take care of him, like you always do, but he asks for something more, just this once.

right where you left me (4.6k+) ❥ ✦  by taylor swift

snippets of how you once met matt murdock accidentally, and then purposefully on the same day every year.

follow you (coming soon) by bring me the horizon

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 Bradley Bradshaw

♫ one shots ミ★

hold me while you wait (2.9k+) ✦ by lewis capaldi 

when rooster goes down, you remember how you loved him, how that wasn’t enough, and how there was still so much left unsaid.  

soul meets body (3.6k+) ❥ ✦ ❋ by death cab for cutie

you begin to question whether there’s something wrong with you when bradley refuses to touch you, little did you know you’d got it all wrong.

take a chance on me (9.2k+) ✦ by abba

your daughter stumbles upon a photo of you and a mysterious man, immediately noticing the similarities between him and her. nothing good can come from revisiting the past, especially one you’d hoped to avoid because you’d never gotten the courage to tell him, the man from the photo, that he’s a father.

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 Frank Castle

♫ one shots ミ★

post break-up sex (2.9k+) ❥ ✦ by the vaccines

“post break-up sex to help you forget your ex.” only, does it count if the person you’re about to fuck is the very person you’re trying to forget?

got me started (coming soon) by troye sivan

espresso (coming soon) by sabrina carpenter

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 Steve Harrington

♫ one shots ミ★

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you'd loved steve since you were fifteen, followed him wherever he went. so when you were finally over him, stumbling home with another man clinging to your side, why was he waiting by your doorstep?

♫ series ミ★

hackensack (coming soon) by fountains of wayne

pt ii. i remember everything by zach bryan

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 Carmy Berzatto

♫ one shots ミ★

spit of you (coming soon) by sam fender

nine ball (coming soon) by zach bryan

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 Sirius Black

♫ one shots ミ★

burn, burn, burn (coming soon) by zach bryan

♫ series ミ★

pacifier (5.4k+) ✦ by catfish & the bottlemen

something about your relationship with sirius black had never sit quite right with you, and now that he's back after two years of travelling the world, you're beginning to think that you'll soon find out what'll happens if the two of you finally fall over the edge of whatever precipice you've been teetering close to all these years. plus, you've got to work with him all summer, so what's the worst that could happen?

pt ii. slipping through my fingers (3.3k+) ✦ by declan mckenna

pt iii. all of me wants all of you (3.3k+) ✦ ❋ by sufjan stevens

pt iv. fluctuate by catfish & the bottlemen

pt v. where do we go now? by gracie abrams

📼 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ✫彡 Tim Bradford

♫ one shots ミ★

sparks (coming soon) by coldplay

someone to love (coming soon) by fountains of wayne

[shoutascoffeepot]

Hawks Comfort

Notes: Listen I cater to one person and one person only. And it is myself. The other is half of my soul. So there you go sweetheart.

This is not cool. 

I was just minding my own business trying to ignore the fact everyone seems to be getting on my nerves all day when I thought for once I was able to wake up restfully. 

First, I didn’t want to go out, but my kitten’s vaccination trip was today. No problem, it's gonna be a quick trip. I’m having my car repaired at the shop so I had to fucking take the cab. No problem. I had a face full of makeup when and I don’t usually do this but the day I get the mood to doll up rain decides to pay a visit. No fucking problem!

I’M HERE.

WAITING.

IN THE RAIN.

FOR THE FUCKING CAB. 

STARVING.

I’M GETTING SOAKED. 

Finally, the taxi comes by and I get in to go home. My husband should be at work right now, it's far too early until I see him. Good. So I don’t go crazy and take my anger out on him. 

Much to my fortune. When I arrived home I couldn’t even see in front of me. I let selene out and she hops off the cage to drink water. I dropped all that was in my hands on the table and went straight to the bathroom without batting a lash. 

Before I could go to the corridor warmth enveloped me, the fluff of red feathers as I rolled my eyes yet my body melted against the familiar warmth and scent. I let Keigo pick me up into his arms and walk us. 

“Something is bothering you, let me help change you and you tell me today’s adventure. Sounds good?” His honey voice always knew what to say as he set me down and slipped his hands to tug my wet clothes off. 

“Well. I didn’t even want to go out, but it was selene’s vaccination, then my car was in repair so I was in the rain, waiting! I had makeup and–” I found my eyes start to burn as he unhooked my bra, slipping one of his cozy hoodies over me, I could tell of his looming scent.  

Usually, these things don’t matter but they matter so much right now, I feel like I’m one against the world and it’s the universe’s way of sending me back karma. Why wasn’t he saying anything? I can’t look at him, I'm too busy hiding my face. 

“You’re so strong.” My body melts each time this man talks. I can’t I-

“I Can’t I just–” 

“Shh. Let it out.” His arms and wings wrapped around me, picking me up princess-style once again and I couldn’t help but break down. But wait.

“Why aren’t you at work?” I glared at him finally when I leaned my face away from his chest. I kicked trying to get off his arms. “You’re supposed to be at work if you’re not at work why the fuck weren’t you with me?! BITCH.” 

He dare fucking laugh at me? HOW THE FUCK DOES HE SMILE AND LAUGH?! When my thighs met the coldness of the marble on the kitchen countertop I let a tch out. 

“Sorry for not informing your highness when I would be home on a Sunday. For you have been gone before I woke up.” 

We sat in silence for a moment, his golden eyes shining strings of amber contrasting the dilated pupil with a smug, tender smile curled onto his face. The only other sound that was in the background was his feathers ruffling and pans and fridge opening and closing. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment the more I look at him, his handsome face and fucking– 

I looked at the painting on the wall instead, ignoring him. But I felt my knees pushed apart and him standing between my thighs, then tilting my face with the whole of his palm. 

“I’m always here for you. It’s always gonna be the two of us against the world. And I’ll have your back. You can be strong and fend for yourself but I’ll be here for you to depend on and melt into nothingness while I take good care of what’s mine. Haven’t you heard of it already? Number two in Japan, winged hero Hawks, your one and only, has you in here..” 

He took my hand and put it on his chest, his thumb caressing the skin on the back of my hand. My face heated more, I’m pretty sure I’m flushed red. He’s barely blushing while he stares at me. 

“And bringing a smile on that pretty face is his priority. Little baby, you deserve everything beautiful. Because you’ve given me nothing less.” He added before bringing me to a hug, I tightened my fists on the fabrics of his cotton tee while I felt his soft lips pepper my cheek. I buried my face into his neck, inhaling his scent and relishing his comfort. This fucker really knows how to make me melt. How to…. 

He makes my soul warm. I teared up and hugged tighter. 

“My little fighter, I’m so proud of you for doing all that work today looking like a piece of art. They really should put you in a museum, you know?” Keigo murmured. 

“Shut up. I look like a mess.” 

“I can’t see~ All I see is a doll, a blooming rose. My blooming rose at that. So stop talking about my wife badly or I will have to terminate you.” He chuckled. Fuck, how can his laugh be so melodious and weirdly good to hear?

“Even if you think of yourself as a mess, you’re my hot mess.” He added and it started smelling really good as I leaned away from his neck. 

His lips met the skin between my eyebrows and I sighed deeply. 

“Food?” 

“Fuck, please, I’m starving.” 

This man didn’t need to say he loved me to prove it. Everytime I am reminded of these sweet things. He tolerates me when I think I’m a bitch. I glanced at him tenderly as he was cutting up my food to bite size. 

“I love you, I really do.” I pouted. 

He leaned in and pecked my pout too many times until I giggled. “I love you too, little rose.” 

“I love you too..”

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I'm definitely with you on the nostalgia for the early pandemic. 2020 felt a lot more hopeful to me in a way - everybody seemed to be on the same page (as you said), and it almost felt like this would be an opportunity to turn some stuff around. Like, actually tackling climate change felt like a real possibility. There was such a feeling of solidarity and banding together in the face of a crisis. And then it all seemed to go downhill even more - I couldn't believe it when they didn't waive the patent for the vaccines, I think that was the final turning point for me. And all the anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers... I didn't think I could lose this much faith in humanity, but I've become a lot more cynical and I feel more alienated from everyone else than I did pre-pandemic.

I agree completely with this. And I think you're right about the vaccine patents being a turning point. It was so amazing and inspiring to watch the work that was done to create the vaccines, people waiving all kinds of normal products of capitalism and corporate greed to work together and save the world faster. But as soon as it was in the hands of people who could afford it, all the incentive to do that went away.

Forgive me for taking any excuse to post a Gavin Osborn song again, but I do understand what you’re describing, it’s this specific feeling that I have only once heard explained in such specific detail by someone else:

The feeling of walking around your own city, or wherever you live, and distrusting every person you pass, because you know that statistically a lot of them are assholes. And every time it happens it’s a bit painful, but if it happens every time you leave the house over a long enough time period, it gets really existentially demoralizing.

The song was originally written about Brexit, it can obviously apply to other major things too, I don’t even live in the States but we’re similar enough to them culturally so I’ve pretty much had at least a low level of that feeling consistently since October 2016. I didn’t realize until recently that it was a low level, which I now know because of how much higher it’s been turned up since the rise of the anti-vax/anti-mask/NO MANDATES movement. I’ve discovered a whole new gear for that feeling, and I agree with you, it’s the most alienated I’ve ever felt.

Didn’t help that for three weeks last year we had a bunch of them take over my city and specifically my neighbourhood, so every time I left the house I really did look at each person and try to work out whether they were a local who deserved the solidarity of a commiserating nod from me that we were making our way through the imposed chaos together, or if they were a protester who’d traveled here to impose the chaos. I mean, sometimes you could tell. The ones holding Canadian flags were always the bad guys, so that symbol’s been utterly ruined, that’s fun. The ones holding Confederate flags – also pretty fucking clear. I haven’t shaken off that sense of everywhere being enemy territory, even though it’s been a year since then.

Anyway, I’ve taken this over and made it about me (“I’ve taken this over and made it about me” could be the tagline for this entire blog), but thanks for the message, I genuinely appreciate knowing that some people understand this and see it the same way. I think you’re absolutely right about how and why it’s happened, and I wish I had a less bleak way to end this post, but I can't really think of one.

It’s genuinely bothering me that I can’t think of anything nice to say to conclude this, so here, have another Gavin Osborn song. Some people are all right.

[otometrashqueen]

The Last of Us Part 1 and 2 Musings *Spoilers abound*

I finished up watching playthroughs of The Last of Us Part 1 & 2 this week and holy hell! SO good. So many feels.

I totally sympathize with Joel for not wanting to lose Ellie, but I also understand that Ellie felt robbed of her purpose for not dying in order to create a cure.

But honestly, what were the odds that her death would actually result in a vaccine?? She would die and they would have a starting place for immunity maybe? or understand how Ellie developed her immunity perhaps, but I feel like it would have taken more than just Ellie's sacrifice to develop a cure. I could definitely be wrong, but those are my thoughts. SO I'm probably more in the Joel camp as far as the ending of Part 1 goes.

Part 2 was, wow, A LOT. There is so much unpack there.

I was glad that Ellie eventually found out the truth and Joel was finally honest with her.

Joel teaching Ellie to play guitar was everything.

Also, Ellie having her own place and space was really good to me. I assumed that she would stay with Joel, but I liked that she had her own independence, but Joel was always close by if needed.

I liked that Joel was finally living near Tommy, I have a special relationship with my brothers, and we live pretty separated from each other so I liked that Joel got to have his brother nearby finally.

It seemed that Joel was more at peace in Jackson, for all the terrible things he did, he's our special boi and it was nice to seem him looking a little more relaxed and play the dad role to Ellie, whether she wanted him to or not.

LOOK AT HIM, HE DESERVES EVERYTHING <33

AND THEN THEY KILLED MY BOI :((((

I honestly was so shocked, that even when the next scene happened and Tommy comes to see Ellie. I was like, "Oh ok this where he says Joel is in a coma or something." BUT NOPE. T.T

It was a great and terrible thing that they did. A really bold piece of story telling and much respect for that, but I was screaming at the screen much like Ellie here.

This beautiful, flawed man, I was so upset, like for a whole day I was mad about it. I moved onto acceptance and I was very satisfied that Ellie hunted them down one by one.

Tommy going by himself before Ellie and Dina was dumb, especially after he had tried to talk Ellie out of it. The girls were going regardless of what anyone said. Tommy should have owned up to that and they could have helped taken care of each other especially having a singulair purpose to avenge Joel's murder.

What's incredible about this game is that it made me not care about the group that came after Joel, they killed my post apocalypse father, a daddy if you will. You don't mess with my daddies >:)

I found satisfaction in each of their deaths, even when we were forced to switch perspective to Abby, which I hated BTW, I HATED IT, but that's why it was so good right?! But even then, and I'll probably get in trouble for this, but I really didn't care when Owen and Mel died, I know, I'm a terrible person, but like fuck them for real. Fuck that stupid love triangle with Abby and Mel and Owen. I didn't care. I was too invested in Ellie, even though her story mirrored Abby's a bit.

I had mixed feelings about the ending as many did. I think Ellie should have either stayed with Dina or finish her revenge journey. The fact that she settled down just to pick up Abby's trail again later seemed a little wishy washy to me well then when she found Abby, she couldn't finish the job and lost her guitar playing fingers in the process.

So she had effectively lost Dina for nothing and did not avenge Joel and lost her only means of connecting with him, the guitar.

Now I can see her returning to Jackson to look for Dina, if she's even there, effectively leaving behind Joel's guitar and her revenge. And Dina could take her back, but like they what's the point of her going back after Abby???

Just to let her go, which at that point I was ok with because she had Lev and I was more invested in the Lev than Abby and I wanted Lev to survive for real.

What I was hoping was maybe Abby and Lev convincing Ellie to go with them to the Fireflies and maybe devise a way to find a cure that DOESN'T murder Ellie, if that's even possible. She fulfills her purpose, doesn't die which also preserves what Joel did to keep her alive and Ellie breaks the cycle of revenge. It would have made her losing Dina still shitty, but make more sense.

Ah well, what the hell do I know? It was a great and terrible journey and I'm happy I made it through. It makes me even more excited for what the show is going to come up for us. :)))))

Me too Joel, me too <333

[nuravity]

The other students did everything they could to keep Bakuzilla busy. Even though their quirks don't seem to hurt him, they did annoy him enough to distract him from Ochako.

"Fine! I'll tear you pests apart first!"

Fortunately, what the giant nightmare robot had in power he lacked in speed, so avoiding him wasn't too difficult. When it was finally time for everyone to move out of the way, Bakuzilla would discover that his lack of speed would lead to his downfall. The moment he notice the giant makeshift, it was already too late, for he couldn't move out of the way fast enough. Seeing how futile it was to avoid it, Bakuzilla screamed before the makeshift smashed him to pieces.

"YEAH!! BAKUZILLA IS HISTORY!!" Mineta cheered.

"Duuuuh..." Denki said while giving a thumbs up.

However, as they were celebrating, some of the scrap metal left behind began to merge again and form a body.

"Fools...! You can't stop me! I always come baaaaAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

The scrap body suddenly screamed as if in pain. It looked like it was malfunctioning. Soon after, it fell apart again. Before anyone could say anything, a hologram that took on the form of a little girl appeared from one of the eyes of the scrapped parts.

"Do not be afraid," the hologram said, "I am the Hikari Vaccine, an antivirus made to fight against the Baku Virus."

Hikari... That was the name of Maika's sister. Perhaps the antivirus was designed to look like her.

"I am not yet complete, and therefore can't be spread globally right now. But with the power I do possess, I have put an invisible barrier around U.A. and made it a safe haven for you. You may come and go as you please, but any robot infected with the Baku Virus that tries to enter will be instantly purged of the virus. While we wait for my completion, I will help fix the school."

The hologram raised a hand, and as if she had telekinesis, the scrap metal raised in the air and began to form into smaller, cuter animatronics that looked like adorable animals such as kittens and bunnies, each one dressed like butlers. Other than being animals, they all resembled Toy Deku from Ochako's dreams. The small robots were surprisingly strong, as they were carrying supplies at least five times their height. They began work on fixing the school right away.

"Anyone who feels like they need rest can do so," the Hikari Vaccine said, "But if there's anyone who still has some strength left, I ask that you help as many defenseless people as possible and bring them here so they can be safe. I may not be able to save the entire world right now, but I want to save as many people as I can while I wait for my upgrades."

Many students took the offer to rest after the Bakuzilla fight that took a lot out of them. There were some, such as Izuku, who chose to go out and bring people to U.A.

Her wall came down on the gigantic virus and there was a moment of relief as Ochako smiled. They had beaten it! She turned to the others to give them a thumbs up but then, the voice of the Baku came from beneath the rubble and the heroine watched in horror as he began to reassemble himself.

But mid-sentence, he began screaming and to everyone's surprise, a hologram suddenly appeared - it was of a girl. Ochako stood on guard but recognition flickered in her expression when she said her name. Wasn't that Maika's sister? Also, vaccine was a rather fitting last name for her. She explained that she put up a barrier over UA and destroy any remaining robots if they try to enter.

Then, she raised a hand and Ochako took note of many different animals working to fix any damage right away and she looked away with a slight blush, realizing that they all had Deku's face similar to Toy Deku.

Getting over her embarrassment and listening to Hikari's next words, she quickly made the decision to continue to work with helping to bring infected and non-infected people to UA. But after she went out for the third time, she collapsed on the way to more civilians, exhaustion taking the better of her.

[twistednuns]

April 2022

·  Destroy what you know.

·  Bonding with Margit over a 90s nostalgia attack triggered by a plastic pacifier necklace I'd seen. Thinking about going wild at a toy store spending a fixed budget on silly toys and gummy snakes.

·  Iced green tea flavoured with lemon and prickly pear.

·  Sending lenghty, image-heavy text messages to my mum (they're basically personal essays) after not talking for 5 weeks.

·  Buying a Lindt chocolate bunny as a treat for myself, just because it comes with a pink ribbon now instead of a red one. It's white strawberry chocolate and yes, I am indeed a marketing victim.

·  Instead of crossing things off a list I highlighted completed tasks with my new "magic" colour-changing pencil. And it was beautiful. But I'm one step ahead already; I should have mentioned writing with my favourite black ink pen on crips white paper (I was just about to write that I love extreme contrasts - thinking of black on white paper and nice black and white patterns on clothes - but in fact this really applies to my whole life. Living in extreme duality, having a hard time finding balance...)

·  Dennis remarking on how deliciously polarising he perceived me when I said that I actually went to the butcher's last week (as a vegetarian) but only bought a Capri Sun and explained how I thought artificial cherry flavour was far superior to the actual fruit.

·  Anastasia made a green bunny ring for me out of paper! Kawaii!

·  Exaggerated morning reunions with Becky.

·  Patterns combining royal blue and pink. I finally need to find the right dress to make up for the one I found in that Mexican outlet mall I didn't buy.

·  Olivie Blake! The Atlas Six has everything I want in a book: dark academia spiked with magic; mysterious libraries, undiscovered power, interesting characters and very insightful dialogue (I highlighted so many quotes - I feel seen in some of the character's observations and descriptions). The Secret History meets the Umbrella Academy - I could hardly put it down. And there is a sequel coming in October! I'm psyched!

·  Shopping my closet: I pulled out the Monet dress again and wore it immediately. It looks like a close-up of one of Monet's Nymphea paintings. Dark, lush greens and fresh pink for the petals.

·  An Easter surprise from my mum: Chocolates, a labradorite egg and some money in a pretty confetti box.

·  About compulsive habits.

·  The last day of school. Little presents from the kids, hiding Easter chocolates, watching an English movie, helping them draw bunnies. Bonding with Doris helping each other with some unfinished business, talking about her upcoming trip to Mexico. She even gave me a soda and drove me to the bus station! Later: A celebratory massage. Dinner with Helga at the Chinese hotpot restaurant. Then I hung out with Manu. Deep talk, play fights. We work so well together. He's one of the few people I can actually talk about emotions with.

·  The first real concert in over two years. I saw Bilderbuch at HP8 the other night and damn, Maurice is still hot AF. But it was very weird to see thousands of people together, not even wearing a mask. I kept mine on because I didn't want to risk my trip to Seoul but I still felt a little anxious.

·  I didn't have to pay for my PCR test and the (negative) result came after only 3 hours! Highly appreciated.

·  My trip to Korea was fantastic. I booked it on a whim (as I usually do) when I saw that South Korea accepted foreign vaccination certificates starting 1 April. I got major Japan vibes - sakura season, the food and the behaviour of the people, lots of cultural affinities like karaoke, binge drinking or cute things. And people are all so (uniformly) stylish. But they don't really warm up to foreigners so that was a bit of a challenge. A few things and moments I loved: a Korean crash course with GJ - I think I frustrated her when she wanted to teach me vocabulary but all I was interested in was the structure of the language and the logic behind the letters and signs / meeting Eléa and Emma on the plane - we spent a few days together in Seoul; Eléa is basically my astrological twin! / a fun evening with Korean BBQ, somacs, a photobooth and renting a karaoke box together / riding the Namsan cablecar together with the Frenchies (incl. Léa) / the amazing folk art museum in Seoul - I learned so much; they recreated an old Korean village in the gardens and had an exhibition about Korean customs, holidays and beliefs - so interesting / Iceland poppy! / walking through Bukchon village, entering a tiny lille museum where Mi-Yeong the curator sat down on the floor with me and taught me how to play Gonggi, a Korean children's game - on my last day in Seoul I invited her for lunch at a vegan temple food restaurant near Jogyesa temple - we had a four course meal in a private booth! / art in public toilets; public toilets in general - so clean! / taking a flight to Jeju island - choosing a guesthouse with a resident cat (Laksumu) / beautiful walks, waterfalls, flowers everywhere, smelling the ocean / an island tour with two guys from Singapore - lava cave, climbing a mountain, getting our jeans (very) wet when we walked into the water barefoot, a very weird communal foot bath experience - my higlight was learning about the Hanyeo (the women divers on Jeju) / a day in Seogwipo, a beautiful seaside town with lovely vibes / a Jeju orange and strawberries for breakfast / solving an entire NY Times crossword puzzle in the sunshine, lying somewhere in a park with an iced coffee / visiting a Korean bathhouse, spooking the ladies there with my foreignness / roasted corn chips / cute pet cafes with Benjy - the merkats were my favourite / an otherworldly tasty mushroom burger at Shake Shack / and oh, the SHOPPING.

·  Making summer rolls with Manu.

·  McCain Golden Longs - the perfect fries.

·  My annual Girls' Day tour with Jonathan. I love that day because I get to learn about interesting jobs and I find it very inspiring to be able to look behind the scenes. I always engage in deep talk with Jonathan too. A lovely, sunny day. I especially loved the wood printing company we visited. The boss, Malte, is a physicist who is not a full-time artist. If he'd offered me a job I would have immediately said yes.

·  Lebanese Friday lunch at BeirutBeirut with Doris. Who is my friend now. I'm still struggling with her change of mind. We looked at old photos afterwards and looked for wigs and sunglasses in the cellar.

·  Flea market at Theresienwiese with Lena! Trying on all the flashy glitter jackets. Buying little treasures and a beautiful leather jacket in a rusty red. Lunch at Café Mariandl. Creamy mushroom dumplings!

·  Ostentatio Genitalium in Renaissance art.

·  Learning that the origin of my name, Katharina, might very well be the ancient Greek goddess Hekate, who is "variously associated with crossroads, entrance-ways, night, light, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, ghosts, necromancy, and sorcery." How cool is that.

[zawazawanightmares]

Shiki & The Final Icosahedron

You, Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-), are connected to The Final Icosahedron Your partner doesn't mind all ages or 18+ roleplay Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): /starter

The Final Icosahedron: Before you a spinning shape of twenty faces looms above you. Bright purple outline, with white filling them in. This is the final icosahedron.

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): ...What Digimon are you?

The Final Icosahedron: "I AM. A ICOSAHEDRON." It said. The echo spanned for probably miles.

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): "Oh..." She nodded. "You must be a Virus."

The Final Icosahedron: "I AM FREE OF FOREIGN PATHOGENS, SMALL FIGURE." "I AM THE HEAD OF A BACYERIORPHAGE, HOWEVER. THOUGH, THEY CONSUME VIRUSES."

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): "Oh! So you're a Vaccine!"

The Final Icosahedron: "I AM PLEASED TO HEAR YOUR RECOGNITION OF MY ABILITIES," it gleefully announced. A spiral coiled from beneath the icosahedron, and six spindly legs extended from the bottom of the coil. "I NOW GRACE YOU WITH THE POWER OF MY KIN."

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): "Huh? Are we gonna fuse together?"

The Final Icosahedron: A smaller icosahedron descended down before Shiki. "NO. I GRANT YOU THE USE OF THE ICOSAHEDRON HELMET. WEILDING IT WILL GIFT YOU A FRACTION OF MY POWER."

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): "Oh. Neat!" She took the helmet and put it on.

The Final Icosahedron: The world was in a faint tinge of red now. Everything seemed so refined now. "YOUR VISION ALLOWS YOU TO PERCIEVE POLYGONS IN ANY SHAPE AND SURFACE."

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): "Oh my gosh...this is so neat! It's like seeing in 5K!"

The Final Icosahedron: "WITH THIS, YOU CAN NOW RECONSTRUCT AND TERRAFORM THE LAND AND LIFE AROUND YOU." The ground slowly rised around them both, precipice jutting into the sky. "THE POWER OF THE ICOSAHEDRON."

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): "Hm..." She held her hand out and created a very confused Angewoman. "Oh neat!"

The Final Icosahedron: "YOU WILL FIND GREAT USE OF THIS FEAT IN THE WORLD OF WHICH YOU EXIST." "I MUST PART WAYS, SMALL FIGURE. I HAVE NO OTHER SERVICE GO PROVIDE YOU WITH. I AM ABLE TO FUFIL ONE REQUEST PER YOUR CHOICE, HOWEVER."

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): "Thank you, Icosahedron! I will only use this power responsibly!" She snapped her fingers so that Angewoman's outfit was reduced to a skimpy white bikini. "Hey, what the...?!" Angewoman blushed while she tried to cover herself. "My only wish..." Shiki asked, ignoring Angewoman's distress. "Is that you are able to reach an even higher level of understanding some day."

The Final Icosahedron: ... "I CAN ACHIEVE THIS FEAT IN ONE ACTION." It said, lowering itself down to Shiki. "SMALL FIGURE, I REQUEST TO SEE YOUR HAND."

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): Shiki stuck her hand out happily.

The Final Icosahedron: The pole-like leg of the icosahedron pressed down against Shiki's hand. It sunk through the middle of her palm, inflicting no pain. And a bright violet light shined from within the icosahedron, taking in the information it received. Satisfied, it retracted its leg. Leaving no wound on Shiki's hand. "...I HAVE AQUIRED A NEW EXPANSE OF INFORMATION. THE WORLD OF DIGIMON IS NOW WITHIN MY REALM OF RECOGNITION. THIS DESTINATION WILL BE FAVORED."

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): "Awesome! Always great to make a new fan!" She smiled, not really seeing what just happened as strange.

The Final Icosahedron: "I WILL ADD THIS 'Digimon' TO MY 'Tags' WITHIN THIS PLANE. WE SHALL HAVE A GREATER CHANCE OF MEETING AGAIN, SMALL FIGURE." The icosahedron rose into the air, and began stepping away. Each stomp causing an audible quake go sound, yet showing no suspension by the weight each one bared. "I HAVE NO FURTHER SERVICE NOW. THANK YOU, SMALL FIGURE, FOR YOUR TIME."

Shiki (Digimon World -next 0rder-): "Goodbye!" She waved. Angewoman just stared in awe. "...What is happening..." She said, stunned. "We'll discuss it over dinner." Shiki answered with a smile. "...What?!" Angewoman shouted.

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[josh5849]

Should we Politicize Global Health Crises?

Should the politicization of COVID-19 stay or should we eradicate it? This is the question we should be asking ourselves for the next global health crisis. Most of us can’t imagine another global health crisis happening again but COVID-19 shocked the world and no one saw it coming. The next step is asking ourselves whether politicizing COVID-19 is helpful or detrimental to the U.S. I will talk about the pros and cons of politicizing COVID-19 and how your final decision might change.

Starting off with a positive, the politicization of COVID-19 had many people rethink what the government gives them. The COVID-19 vaccine is the one in question. The vaccine was rushed out in many people's personal opinions I have gathered. The rushed vaccine made people doubt that it even worked or was even safe and started questioning why they trusted the government so much. People started questioning authority, hurray… right? Well, yes a victory for Conservatives since they don’t like the government telling them what to do. Also, this could be considered a negative since people started to believe other people online who had no medical background. Many of you probably saw people drinking bleach, taking horse tranquilizers, Hydroxychloroquine, and many other sketchy remedies. These so-called cures for COVID-19 stemmed from questioning the government which was positive until people started believing people with even less knowledge about COVID-19. You would think the people that question the government would wait and see what happens with the COVID-19 vaccine since scientists are working around the clock to perfect the vaccine. But no, people went straight to the internet and believed any random person.

Now starting with the most blatantly obvious negative is the division it created. As if we needed any more division. After George Floyd died which sparked the black lives matter movement (BLM), it created major division among everyone. This division was necessary, unlike the COVID-19 division which could have been disregarded if people could have civilized conversations. The division was mainly anti-vax and vaccinated people. The vaccinated side said we should take what the government gives them and the anti-vax side claimed that they rushed the vaccine out too fast and it is dangerous. The positive that relates to the division from politicizing COVID-19 is that you always have something to talk about. All family reunions these days are about COVID, masks, vaccination status, and life in general. 

A negative about us as humans in regards to politicizing COVID-19 is that we are close-minded and refuse to listen to other people with different viewpoints. Everyone has experienced it because when I express my viewpoints, they always try to explain why they are right and they never are… Jokes aside, these days we have become so close-minded since politics have been at each other's necks since the past election in 2020. There are some people that are open-minded and civilized interactions can occur. Too many people are one-sided including everyone in my family and it makes civilized discussions impossible to happen. Already starting at a disadvantage, politicizing COVID-19 would be a horrible idea. Actually, we are made to discuss and argue so politicizing COVID-19 adds to things to talk about and gain information from others.

People stood up for the right of America to be a free country. What I mean by that is the vaccine mandate was a mandatory vaccination. When President Joe Biden said it wasn’t going to be a forced vaccination months before making an Executive Order for the vaccine. President Biden created division amongst his own team and “notable members wouldn’t sign off on the Executive Order” (Krieg). Krieg from CNN stating the quote above shows that most of them thought it was the wrong way to approach mass vaccination status. 

The positive about this is when the vaccine was mandated it created political outcries from truckers, school administrators, private, and public offices to revoke the Executive Order. I would also be thinking how the hell is this a positive, well the political outcries were heard, and eventually, the mandate was taken down. It totally wasn’t from the overwhelming court cases and the courts siding with the people. What sucks is that it took court cases and the courts siding with the people to finally force President Biden's hand to remove the vaccine mandate. So was politicizing COVID-19 in this case worth it since it ended up forcing President Biden's hand to remove the vaccine mandate and let the people choose if they want to receive the shot or not. What I should say is 5 shots or whatever number ends up being in the future. With the vaccine, mandate lifted many people kept their jobs since they did not have to be vaccinated. On the downside, the people fired for not adhering to the guidelines ended up being fired for a 2-month fling for the mandate.

In general, there are many good points on each side to keep politicizing the global health crisis or to stop politicizing COVID-19. So, in conclusion, there is no right answer. I will not take a side since I am taking an exploratory stance on this subject. After reading the pros and cons, what are your ideas? Will politicization stay since we always bring politics into everything? Respond below and or share it with friends and family, Thanks!

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[finelinevogue]

can you do one where the reader has a baby son and he is like a baby like 3 months old and he doesn’t want to leave his wife’s & sons side and he keeps checking over at them both, and his wife goes ‘look there’s daddy!’ And Harry waves 😭🥺

in celebration of 1000 notes on my masterlist and the fact dadrry on tour has me going feral, here we are;

Harry was definitely not going to be able to concentrate on stage.

Tonight he was performing in Dallas and was already suited up in his silky clothes, looking like a fluffy cloud that you could just dream away on. You really loved the whole suspenders thing he had going on, telling him he looked even more like a dad than he already does.

“Harry, will y’bloody calm down.” You sighed, rolling your eyes as he was pacing like a mad-man around backstage.

He was freaking out because tonight was the first show that his, your, son was also on tour with him. At only 2 months old, Dylan, was finally making his first appearance on ‘Love on Tour’ - not literally, but backstage. You and Dylan hadn’t been able to attend the first few shows because Dylan had had a checkup appointment for vaccinations. Now he was all okay, he was finally back in his favourite place on Earth - the presence of his dad. Although, currently, Harry was having a panic over everything that could go wrong with him being here.

You know how new parenting is.

“And what if I sing too loudly I burst his tiny eardrums—” Harry paced as he held his hands on his hips. You were currently holding Dylan against your chest, cocooned up in a soft-yellow baby wrap sling. He was sleeping peacefully against your chest because that’s all he did nowadays.

“Okay let me stop you right there, love.” You held out your hands for Harry to stop talking and he listened to you, looking at you with both dire stress and upmost love. “He’s got earphones first of all, okay? He’s going to be absolutely fine. All the other things you’re worried about, including alien abduction - which you seriously need to stop watching sci-fi movies by the way, are mindless things to worry about. He’s safe. Look.” You gestured to where he was laying peacefully upon your chest, all secure.

Harry walked over to you both and looked down at him in awe. He couldn’t believe he’d created something so perfect. Dylan was everything Harry had ever wanted and he woke up each day struggling to believe how lucky he was. He stroked his sons head lightly, leaning to give him a soft kiss on top of it. He was so in love with him. Harry’s head raised to meet you, smiling when he saw the love in your eyes you carried for him. He cupped your cheek and stroked an eyelash away from underneath your eye. He held it out on his finger for you.

“Let’s make a wish.” Harry whispered and you smiled at how corny he was being, especially when he had ten minutes until stage and was nowhere near pumped and ready. He didn’t care. His family was more important. These moments were more important.

“We can’t wish together.” You told him as if he was being silly.

“That’s a child’s rule. Let’s play by our own.”

“Okay. Together.” You nodded and closed your eyes, thinking up your wish. You heard Harry mutter the word ‘together’ under his breathe and then you opened your eyes and blew away the eyelash together. You looked at him as if something magical was just going to happen and then you both laughed at how silly you were both being.

“So you wished for endless ice-cream too right?” Harry joked, you knowing that’s definitely not was he wished for but played along with his joke anyway.

“No, mine was a little more PG rated.” You bit your lip and stifled a loud laugh.

“Do tell.” He whispered, getting closer to you but not too close so he’d squish his son. He’d gotten good at this whole dad thing, you thought.

“I wished that my husband got his tits out on stage more often.”

Harry gasped, quickly covering Dylan’s ears. “You can’t say things like that in front of our son, y’minx.”

“So that’s a no?” You laughed, tapping his hands off your son in case he woke him up and that’s the last thing you needed.

“Oh, it’s a yes. Just not when this lil’ fellas around.” He kissed Dylan’s head again, not understanding why he had an issue with his son seeing his chest but loved him all the same anyway. You guessed it had something to do with the lustful way he was looking in your eyes, and how he wouldn’t want anyone else in the room for what he’d do to you on a night when you’d gotten so aroused by his bare chest.

There was a knock at the door, stealing your lust-filled moment and bringing you both back to reality, calling Harry to be in position in 3 minutes.

“Work calls.” Harry said, taking your hand and walking you out of the room - once you’d grabbed the baby bag too - and down the hallways to the stage. Once he got there he still kept ahold of your hand as he spoke to you. “Remember, if you need anything, or he needs anything, come get me. Get my attention. Okay?” You nodded in response, even though you knew that wouldn’t be a good idea when he’s mid-performance.

“We love you. Go sing us proud.” You kissed him on the lips softly, still tasting the remanence of cherry bake-well tart on his lips. He tasted so sweet and sugary. It made you happy.

“I love you both, so much.” He kissed you after he’d told you, and then another kiss to Dylan’s head. “Have you got his earphones?” Harry asked, worried, untiled you pulled them out of your bag.

“Here.”

Harry took them from you and placed them over his sons ears. “There y’go lil’ man. Don’t have to listen to daddy sing and shout nonsense now.” He laughed, making you laugh and earning one final kiss on your lips before he was shouted at for not being where he was supposed to be. He kept blowing kisses as he ran away from you and the ones you blew he kept stored in his back pocket.

Harry was so amazing up on stage.

Harry worked his best art up there under the twinkling lights of thousands of fans. It was a pleasure to watch him be so artistic and creative. The note changes were to die for. The harmonies were second to none. The shimmies and dancing were so enjoyable to watch it made your heart swoon. He was simply incredible and you were so proud of him.

You made eye contact with him at one point in the show and he was just checking you two were alright. Dylan was awake now but peaceful, still with his large earphones on. He looked adorable. You kept his face away from the public eye though, as you and Harry tried to protect his identity as much as possible until he was older and could decide for himself how public he wanted to be.

“You okay?” Harry mouthed to you, in which you nodded your head to him knowing he wouldn’t understand you when you’re wearing a mask. You blew him kisses and he caught them all, placing them against his heart and keeping them there forever. Harry sent you some back and the fans screamed, thinking he was sending them to them instead. You pretended to catch them and keep a few for you and gift a few for Harry. He went back to performing shortly after that.

“Here you go,” you pretend to give Harry’s virtual kisses to Dylan, “a gift from my greatest inspiration to my greatest achievement.” You watched as Dylan looked up at you with his big, beady, green eyes and he smiled at you. That single smile alone reminded you of how perfect your life was and would continue to be.

[rainbowfoxes]

I can normally deal with people not reading the comics, because not everyone has the means to or even the desire to, and that's okay! The cartoons and a lot of the shows are great, and I can typically adjust to the different continuities being referenced quick enough.

But the one thing that gets me every time in fics written by people who aren't familiar with the comics is the timeline. It is always incredibly wonky and all over the place and just. Incorrect. Sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes it makes me 🙃, and others I have to leave right now immediately.

So in the interest of saving myself (and perhaps others) a ???? reaction in the future, here is a (very) rough and non-exhaustive order of events for the Bat Clan. The time between these events are variable, but this is the general order of things.

Thomas and Martha Wayne are murdered

Bruce goes on his training trip

Bruce comes back and begins his whole I Am The Night shtick

The Grayson family is murdered

Bruce fosters Dick

Dick debuts as Robin

Justice League/ Super Friends/ whatever group is formed

Dick forms the Teen Titans with Donna, Garth, Roy, and Wally.

Dick leaves Gotham (either for college, or because of an argument with Bruce)

Sometimes more Titans things happen. They also break up at some point

Raven forms the second iteration of the Teen Titans to fight her father. The team is comprised of Dick, Raven, Donna, Wally, Kori, Gar, and Vic.

Jason steals the tires off the Batmobile, thwarts his own grandmother's attempts at robbing a museum, and is adopted by Bruce. He is also made Robin - Note that oftentimes Dick is still Robin at this time as well.

Babs gets shot by the Joker for her dad and Bruce's man pain. She becomes Oracle as a result.

Jason and Bruce have a fight, and Jason goes to find his biological mother.

Jason is betrayed by his supposed mother and murdered by the Joker.

Tim shows up and does his "Batman needs Robin" Thing.

Jason crawls himself out of his grave and promptly gets hit by a car. Don't worry, we'll check in with him later.

Tim's mom is murdered and his father left in a coma that he eventually recovers from.

Knightfall happens - Bane breaks Bruce's back, Jean-Paul Valley is Batman for a minute and so is Dick.

Contagion happens - some dumbass releases a super plague on the city but it's okay because they make a vaccine that everyone gets because it's 1996 and no one has given Jenny McCarthy the opportunity to start the Anti-Vax movement yet.

Legacy happens - It's break through cases this time but don't worry, they fix it because this is comic books and people have two braincells to rub together.

Dick goes to Blüdhaven!!! This is the big one for me tbh. Please stop putting him in the Blüd while Jason is alive, I beg of you. You're killing me.

Cataclysm happens - a massive earthquake hits Gotham, and it is Very Bad. The US government decides to abandon the city and kill anyone trying to leave or enter after a certain date. Because that's an entirely reasonable thing to do. This leads to.....

No Mans Land - the approximate year that the city was cut off from the rest of the country. Lots of shit happens during this time - Cassandra Cain debuts, Stephanie Brown has her baby, Tim goes to boarding school, Sarah Essen-Gordon dies. If there is the only one comic book arc you read, please let it be this one.

Bruce is framed for the murder of Vesper Fairchild - not really important in the grand scheme of things but I love Vesper and you should too.

Hush happens - basically Tommy Elliot has Problems and also Jason shows up but not really but yest really (hi thank you retcons). It's a thing. Read the wikipedia page it's actually very helpful.

Tim's dad finds out that he's Robin and forces him to retire.

The next couple of things happen right on top of each other so - Blockbuster sets fire to Haly's circus and blows up Dick's apartment building and a bunch of other bad things. Tarantula kills Blockbuster and rapes Dick while he's in shock.

Immediately afterwards War Games starts - Steph starts a gang war to prove her worth to Bruce, gets murdered but not really by Black Mask, it's a whole thing.

Side bar - why did no one warn me about Black Mask killing Orpheus - a Black vigilante - and then impersonating him with full Blackface? Everyone talks about what he did to Steph but I really think we need to talk about what he did to Orpheus. Also if you haven't read War Games yet, here are some accurate trigger warnings for it: blackface, sexualized murder of a teenaged girl, a school shooting where a child dies.

Tim comes back as Robin.

Under the Red Hood happens - Jason comes back to Gotham, kills some guys, tries to kill Tim, does his whole Thing. You've probably seen the movie but I also recommend you read the comics it's v good and every time I read Jason's final speech I start crying.

Damian shows up

Final Crisis happens and Bruce "dies" aka gets lost in time, so the boys duke it out over who gets to be Batman. Tim goes on his murder mystery tour. Jason goes to prison but not before adopting a weird little girl named Sasha. Dick is left with Batman.

Oops turns out Steph isn't dead she's back and she's Batgirl now and low-key co-parenting Damian with Dick. It's very cute.

Cass is off being Black Bat in Hong Kong and I miss her.

Bruce comes back, Tim is Vindicated, Jason escapes prison and rides off into the sunset with Sasha to go Cause Problems on Purpose. Dick steps down from Batman. Damian continues to be a murder baby and I love him.

And that's not nearly everything but close enough for fic writing purposes up until Flashpoint. I definitely missed things, so feel free to add on. I also again beg you - please stop putting Dick in the Blüd when Jason is still alive, it makes my blood pressure spike every time I see it. You're killing me guys. Pls.