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[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for qwertynerd97 behind the cut; “Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!” (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“That went pretty good,” he says to Tawky, who purrs pretty proudly too. “He said ‘no’! Like, a real one! That’s really good, right? Like so good!” 

Tawky purrs supportively. Billy beams at him. Tawky’s the best. 

“Okay so like, what’s good for bedtime?” he asks, turning to the books and starting to sort through the piles. “Like a story’s better, right? Nonfiction stuff isn’t really . . . I dunno, bedtime-y.” 

Tawky huffs indignantly. Billy snickers. 

“Oh my god, Tawky, we’re not picking the Nikola Tesla biography,” he says. “Lynn can find out how ungentlemanly Thomas Edison is when he’s, like, awake enough to listen to you complain about it. How about . . . ummm, oh, is Where the Wild Things Are a little too little-kid, do you think? Or is it a good level of little-kid, since it’s bedtime and all? Or The Monster at the End of This Book? I dunno, that one’s funny but if Lynn doesn’t know any stories maybe it’ll stress him out. Um.” 

Tawky purrs, then leans over and pats one of the books. Billy leans over him to peer at the cover of it, and– 

“Oh, that’s a good idea!” he says excitedly. He doesn’t remember getting The Phantom Tollbooth–Lynn must’ve picked it out–but it’s like, a kid book without being a baby book, and it’s got cool illustrations and stuff but isn’t an actual picture book, so probably if Lynn’s feeling too teenager-y about it he won’t mind that as much as he’d mind a picture book. Though like, Billy’s definitely still gonna offer him a couple of those just in case, because like, maybe Lynn’s not feeling very teenager-y about it. 

Seriously. No stories? 

Cadmus sucks. 

“Maybe, um–I got the first Percy Jackson book, maybe he’d like that?” Billy suggests speculatively, and Tawky tugs it out of the pile and passes it over to him. He got the illustrated edition, anyway, so again, like–a kid book, but not a baby book, so it’ll be easy for Lynn to understand the story and how it works and all, and it’s got pictures in it too, but it’s not gonna be totally patronizing. And like, the pictures aren’t as cool as the ones in The Phantom Tollbooth are, but they’ve got like, cool monsters and stuff. Which maybe he’d worry about showing Lynn monsters right before bed, but like, he did see what the G-gnomes and G-trolls all looked like, so he figures Lynn won’t actually think they’re all that scary or anything. 

Tawky purrs agreeably, then holds up The Wee Free Men too, which Billy doesn’t think has pictures, but it’s still not, like, an adult book. He read it in the library last winter and he really liked it, he remembers. Like, it was really good. He doesn’t remember about the pictures, though. Still– 

“That’s a good one too,” he decides as he accepts the book from Tawky and stacks it up with the other options. “That’s probably enough, right? I don’t wanna do too many, then it’s just gonna be the same problem all over again.” 

Tawky rumbles agreeably, and Billy grins at him, then pitches his voice a little lower while the sink runs in the bathroom, just to try and make sure Lynn won’t hear or anything. Just he doesn’t want Lynn to think he’s, like–stressing anyone out or being complicated or anything, basically? He definitely doesn’t wanna make Lynn think that, yeah. Just he also wants to make sure Tawky knows he appreciates him being here for this. 

“Uh, thanks again for the help, Tawky,” he says. “I know this is kinda, you know, um–restrictive for you?” 

Tawky is way better at talking when he has, like, lungs and everything, but he’s still real good at dismissive little tail flicks. Billy thinks maybe that’s just a cat thing, though. Like, even with tigers and all. Still– 

“I mean it,” he says, because it is a big thing, and a really big favor Tawky’s doing him right now. “I really don’t know how to be a good dad, but I really, really don’t wanna mess it up, and it’s just way easier with, um, a little backup around, you know?” 

Tawky reaches over and pets the back of his hand reassuringly, and Billy tries not to look embarrassed and hopefully doesn’t get any worse than “sheepish”. 

“Thanks, Tawky,” he says, and then sort of . . . scrubs the back of his other hand across his eyes, and then smiles, like . . . hopefully not too weakly at him. “I just, uh . . . I kinda wish I could ask my dad some stuff right now, y’know? Like . . . maybe just, um . . . a couple things.” 

Tawky nods understandingly, but doesn’t say anything; doesn’t even purr this time. Which–yeah, Billy appreciates that too. It’s just . . . not something there’s really anything to say about. And as good as he’s always been at knowing the right thing to say, Tawky also knows when just not to say stuff. So . . . yeah, Billy appreciates that. 

There’s definitely a reason Tawky’s his best friend, for sure. Like–a lot of reasons, really, but especially that one. 

Billy sniffs once, feeling–dumb, kinda, and then gives Tawky’s paw a little squeeze back for a moment, then lets go of it to lay out the books for Lynn on the coffee table all lined up nice and neat for him to pick between, and then piles up all the others again all nice and neat. He really hated the messy foster homes, so like–well, he hated the too-clean ones too, but he definitely still wants to keep the apartment nice for Lynn. Like–nice, but not sterile-nice. Like . . . cozy, maybe. 

Anyway, he also doesn’t wanna lose any of the library books either, that’d suck, so– 

Lynn clears his throat–Tawky doesn’t have one right now, so it’s definitely Lynn–and Billy perks up reflexively and looks back over his shoulder towards the sound. Lynn’s standing in the hall in his pajamas that Billy is just not gonna think about the price of, looking . . . awkward, maybe? Or kinda weird, a little? Not all blank and closed-off, but not really anything Billy can read either. 

Well, that’s okay, Billy figures. He’ll just, like . . . figure it out. Like–sooner or later he’ll get enough practice, and he’ll get to know Lynn well enough.

“Hey, Lynn!” he greets cheerfully, and Lynn keeps staring–well, not-blankly at him, for whatever reason he’s doing that. But like, he guesses that’s Lynn’s business, really?

[suzukiblu]

ahahahaha J'ADORE, I love this so much. Lynn, you're such a good and clueless boy. 🤣

[Image Description: A four panel comic in the style of Calvin and Hobbes. In the first panel, Kid Flash asks “What’s with the tiger?”, and Lynn, who used to be Superboy, replies “Captain Marvel said I should bring him ‘for safety’”. Tawky is in stuffed animal form behind Lynn. In the second panel, Lynn says “I’m pretty sure he has NO idea what things are age appropriate,” while Tawky transforms into an actual live tiger. In the third panel, Lynn continues, “But Captain Marvel is a pretty cool Dad anyway” offscreen while Tawky battles something magical. In the fourth panel, Tawky has transformed back into a stuffed animal, while Lynn, unaware, finishes with “So I’ll tote around a dumb tiger because it seems to make him happy” while Kid Flash makes a confused and shocked face. End Image Description.]

A quick Lynn and Tawky comic inspired by the latest installment of @suzukiblu’s Billy adopts Kon and it actually goes pretty good AU! This image has been living rent free in my head for the past WEEK.

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@qwertynerd97

I was reading through your guide with my fact checker. peafowl approved coding.

Also, if anyone that is a coder or artist or whatever wants to come help/talk about making this calculator (including just answering my questions), I made a channel in my discord for it. I'm working on a notations key currently and then will start on figuring out how to use that for code for a calculator.

(tagging the people who replied to the original posts that might be interested in watching or participating: @ladyrenity @grison-in-space @ospreyonthemoon (i'll message you since I know tumblr doesn't ping you anymore) @bluejaysfeathers @maira-does-stuff @daitoshi )

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[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for qwertynerd97 behind the cut; “but it’s weird that it happened twice”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“The lab dangerous to use right now?” Tucker asks, because he seriously never knows when the Fentons have put in some new security systems or booby traps, though usually the answer is “always”. Which, welllll . . . 

“The lab is literally always dangerous, man,” Danny says, so yeah, that’s still a thing. “Probably won’t kill us right now, though, so it’s our best option. C’mon, let’s get going, just in case Mom and Dad actually do find something. Like, it’s Amity, I’m not gonna assume they aren’t gonna actually find a ghost out there.” 

“Yeah, point,” Tucker agrees with a grimace, tucking his PDA away again and pushing his glasses up his nose. Badly-timed ghosts are very much a recurring theme in their lives. Actually they’re a major recurring theme in their lives, even these days. Heck, for a while in there, they just were their lives. 

Tucker is so, so glad they’re gotten genre-savvy in their own lives, but man was it a process. 

Jazz leads the way down to the lab while Danny texts Sam and Val, and Tucker brings up the rear just in case Dani stumbles on the steps or anything. Superboy falls in step beside her, his posture lazy and his walk more a saunter than anything else, and Tucker suffers about it. It does not make it easy to concentrate on Dani, is all he’s gonna say. Like, he’s doing it, but it is frankly painful. 

God, why is this dude so pretty. Why is that a thing? Tucker really did not realize he was into dudes, much less this into dudes. 

Okay, well, technically so far it’s just been this one specific dude, and to be fair Superboy is a pretty impressive one specific dude, but seriously, he is this into the guy? Just–seriously? 

Tucker is going to have to reexamine so many things about himself after this bullshit gets fixed. Like, just so, so many. 

“So like what kinda lab we talkin’ here, am I gonna feel right at home or am I gonna feel like I’m there to punch a bad guy?” Superboy asks Dani, cocking an eyebrow curiously. “Which admittedly those lines are a little blurred for me personally, but just like the general vibes.” 

“I dunno, it’s a lab?” Dani wrinkles her nose, then just shrugs. “Lotta chrome, never heard of OSHA, better-lit than Vlad’s.” 

“Who’s Vlad?” Superboy asks. 

“A very punchable dude,” Dani snorts, rolling her eyes, and Superboy laughs. 

“Oh, you the punchin’ type, boo?” he asks, draping an arm across her shoulders and tugging down his glasses to shoot her a flirty leer over the top of them. “‘Cuz I could get behind that, personally, that’s right up my alley.” 

Dani looks briefly bemused, then incredibly delighted, and cackles gleefully. Possibly over the promise of future punching or possibly over getting called “boo”; situation unclear there. Tucker has some maybe-weird feelings about the flirting thing despite being perfectly aware of both who Superboy very unsubtly is as a person and of Dani’s total disinterest in ever developing impulse control and both of their very loud and enthusiastic attention-seeking tendencies.

Maybe it’s just that it might be weird to solve a problem for Danny via bringing over a dude who’s gonna hit on his clone/daughter/sister/cousin while they’re trying to save her life? Because that would maybe be weird, Tucker can admit how that would maybe be weird. 

Though he hasn’t really heard Dani laugh in a while, so . . . yeah, that could be worse, for sure. 

“Like I’m gonna share the punching, please,” Dani scoffs, flipping her mussed ponytail over her shoulder. “Punching’s all mine, Superfly, I got dibs.” 

“I dunno, how fast you get, boo?” Superboy teases, and she laughs again. “We can work it out the old-fashioned way if you wanna just race it.” 

“You can try, if you think you can keep up,” Dani replies smugly, making a show of examining her nails. Superboy laughs too, and she grins up at him, and Tucker maybe feels like–

Then Dani’s mouth tightens, and her eyes flare, and she–flickers. 

Crap, Tucker thinks, and Superboy’s arm sinks a few inches into Dani’s shoulders as her tangibility stutters, and he yanks it back, and her face goes dead-white and her eyes glow, and Tucker curses and Danny whips around and Jazz whips around a beat slower than him as her hand snaps reflexively to the pocket she’s been keeping the Ecto-Dejecto in and–

Dani makes a choking sound, and it’s probably just as reflexive when she reaches out with a fumbling, halfway phased-out hand, and she’s probably meaning to reach for Danny, but her legs and feet go just intangible enough to drop her into the stairs and she goes straight down. Danny lunges down for her, not even taking the instant it’d take him to transform but already phasing to try and match her tangibility. 

And Superboy snaps out his own hand and catches hers, and it–doesn’t slip. 

Tucker–blinks. 

Wait. What–? 

Then Dani’s intangibility phases Superboy, and they both fall straight down. Dani shrieks and Superboy yells, and they both disappear through the steps as Danny throws himself after them. Jazz is already whipping back around to barrel down the stairs, the epi-pen full of Ecto-Dejecto already clutched in her fist. Tucker runs after her so fast he nearly ends up falling down them face-first, his heart in his throat as he thinks–is Dani destabilizing again or was that just a flicker, is she already melting, is she already melted, is she– 

And he thinks, in a more pragmatic and matter-of-fact and genre-savvy part of his brain: how the frick did Superboy catch Dani’s hand? 

He also has some really complicated and unnecessary feelings about how Superboy didn’t let go of Dani’s hand when she phased him out and dragged him down with her. Like–that is standard superhero shit, Tucker reminds himself. Like–yeah. That’s standard. Fully normal and typical. 

But he’s definitely still having some weird feelings about watching the guy go right through the stairs with Dani without knowing jack shit about what was happening and not even hesitating. 

Okay, well . . . at least he picked a real ride-or-die type for this, Tucker guesses.

[prolix-principality]

Nightmare Paradox - qwertynerd97

A quick poem, based on another fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27959483

Supernatural: Dean, Castiel Single chapter; 142 words. ~ A poetry study of Dean and Cas’ love, and what they mean to each other. There’s a lot of history between them, and both bring similar-but-different trauma to the table. ~ Warning: tame ~ Based on Angel Network

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for qwertynerd97 behind the cut; “Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!” (( chrono || non-chrono ))

It’s just–Billy has no idea how to say what he’s thinking in a way that makes sense, so he is definitely not gonna say any of it to Lynn right now. Like, he just very much does not want to make Lynn feel like he doesn’t care about what he’s worried about or that what he feels about stuff doesn’t matter, and Lynn is way too new right now, so if he does make him feel like that–

Well, then Lynn’ll remember feeling like that for most of his life, so . . . yeah. Billy is definitely not gonna say any of that right now.

He’s just not sure what to say to convince Lynn it’s okay to sleep if he needs to, or at least to help him not be anxious about the idea and maybe giving himself a bad dream or something and–well, no, Tawky can eat it if he does, but still, that doesn’t mean he won’t have any of it, and immediately having a nightmare is probably not a great way to help Lynn feel comfortable sleeping? 

Like. Definitely not. Not even slightly. 

“Um,” Billy says, and then he thinks–oh. Right. 

Man, he’s dumb sometimes. 

“Do you wanna get ready for bed?” he suggests. Easing into going to sleep will definitely help Lynn get more settled if he’s feeling nervous about it, right? And like, bedtime routines are supposed to be good for kids anyway, he’s pretty sure. Like–he’s heard that, anyway? 

“. . . ‘ready’?” Lynn echoes, frowning faintly without looking up. His hand is still fisted in the front of Billy’s magic grandpa-sweater, so he guesses it’s not that bad a sweater. Like, if holding onto it like that makes Lynn feel better, Billy means. Or . . . more secure, maybe? Billy doesn’t know, obviously, he’s just assuming, but–yeah. Anyway. 

“Oh, um, yeah!” Billy says. “Like you know, do some bedtime routine stuff? Um, change into your pajamas and brush your teeth and maybe get a glass of water, stuff like that. Like, if you have pajamas. I don’t know if you do. I definitely don’t, but like, I’m not sure what stuff the League or Kid Flash’s parents got you already?” 

Billy seriously doubts Lynn actually does have pajamas, given the half-empty look of the backpack he’d brought with him and the fact he maybe hasn’t really slept yet, but he didn’t wanna assume, so . . . maybe? 

They probably need to get Lynn some more clothes, he thinks. Like, he can just go with magic clothes, obviously, but Lynn’s gonna need real ones. And anyway, Lynn should have real ones. Just, like–have real ones, but also not have to do laundry every other day. So–more clothes, definitely, Billy decides. “More clothes” is going on the list with tupperware and not-oatmeal cookies to send to Mount Justice with Lynn and a driver’s license for Lynn and maybe, like, seeing if the League can lend them one of the cars they keep around for undercover stuff and staying under the radar and just, like, normal emergencies and all. 

“I–” Lynn starts, his voice a little stiff, then cuts himself off and starts over: “You're still–carrying me.” 

“I know,” Billy says, still distracted by trying to figure out if he needs to start making, like, “to-do” lists and stuff now to keep track of–��Oh! Oh, sorry, um–is that annoying? I swear I wasn’t trying to hug you without permission or anything, just–um, hang on.” 

Billy sets Lynn down on his feet, feeling like an actual disaster of a dad, and tries not to look embarrassed about it. Lynn lets go of his sweater a moment late, still stiff about it, which makes Billy feel like even more of a disaster. He’s–frowning, a little. Thinking-frowning, Billy hopes, not annoyed-frowning. Annoyed-frowning would be bad. 

“Sorry,” he repeats awkwardly, taking a quick step back and linking his hands together behind his back. He doesn’t want Lynn to feel like he’s just gonna grab him or anything. Even though he definitely already did grab him so actually now Lynn knows he’d just grab him without even asking and– 

“. . . it’s fine,” Lynn says. “Stiff” is still the best description Billy’s got for how he’s acting. And looking. And, um . . . everything-ing. Lynn’s still hugging Tawky tight against his chest, but the hand he had gripping Billy’s sweater is still half-up and just sort of . . . there, kinda. Awkwardly there. Not as awkwardly as all of Billy’s here, for sure, but–kinda awkwardly, yeah. 

Definitely still not as awkwardly as Billy, though. 

“Sorry,” he tries one more time. “I didn’t wanna, um–weird you out or anything, I just–yeah. Um. Sorry.” 

He is being so awkward about this, he thinks despairingly.

“. . . the closet,” Lynn mutters. Billy blinks; cocks his head. What’s Lynn–? “There were pajamas on the shelf.” 

“Oh!” Billy brightens up. Batman must’ve bought Lynn some just in case; they’re gonna have to check the other closets too. “That’s great! I didn’t think to look in the closets or anything, that was really smart of you, Lynn.” 

Lynn lifts his head just enough to stare blankly at him. Billy wonders how good he is at facial expressions again, or if the blank staring is just, like, him being overwhelmed. He guesses if he waits a couple weeks that question’ll probably answer itself, though, so he figures it’s not a big deal either way. 

“. . . you keep saying that,” Lynn says. 

“Um–saying sorry, you mean?” Billy asks sheepishly, trying not to wince about it. He kinda maybe did repeat it a few times, he guesses, but he did feel really bad about weirding Lynn out, and also about startling him, and . . . like, just grabbing him to begin with? Like–pretty much all of it he felt really bad about. 

“No,” Lynn says, flicking his eyes back down and rubbing his thumb in against the seam of the shoulder of Tawky’s sweater. He doesn’t say anything else, and Billy tries to figure out what he even said that would stick out to Lynn enough to mention like–

Oh. Duh, he realizes.

[mxwormie]

happy birthday @qwertynerd97 ♥️

[timeforlupsopinion]

Here is A Concept: Taako and Lup (plus the other birds?) in some sort of a Queer Eye AU.

oh my GOD

i mean obviously taako is food and wine. kravitz is fashion and he makes everyone wear a suit at some point the same way tan makes everyone do a french tuck. davenport is design maybe? lup is groooming....? magnus is culture bc he just says nice things to you and makes you cry

idk idk idk i’m not set on any of these but the client is obvi merle suggested by his kids 

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[copperbadge]

qwertynerd97 replied to your post “One of my gifts for Christmas was a packet of San Francisco sourdough...”

(Oops, I didn’t see the no advice, sorry, I was just excited ‘cause I had the same starter)

No worries, your enthusiasm tempered it! :D 

tienriu replied to your post “One of my gifts for Christmas was a packet of San Francisco sourdough...”

this is why I don't understand sourdough starter - it's so time consuming instead of being less????? (but it tastes so good goddamnit)

I honestly don’t really get it, flavorwise. I don’t taste much difference between sourdough and, say, Italian or regular white. It might be a supertaster thing where I’m tasting one underlying note (like with beer), but I spent years and years in San Francisco and never understood the big deal about sourdough. 

feanna replied to your post “One of my gifts for Christmas was a packet of San Francisco sourdough...”

There is a reason why people jumped on the yeast wagon for bread baking when it became widely available. :D I've done the sourdough thing and yes, you have to time it righ! You can adjust the times somewhat by adjusting the temperature, but this will also potentially modify the end result a bit. So you also have to start at the right time of day. The bread does keep a long time though! So, no need to bake every few days, if you wanted to make all your own bread that way.

I think the problem is that whether or not it keeps longer than another kind of bread...I still eat bread, so the need to make more bread is pretty constant. :D A large loaf might last me two weeks if I halve it and put it in the freezer, but honestly I make bread almost every weekend. It’s one reason (texture is the other) that I moved from no-knead bread to more conventional breads; no-knead requires a 12-18 hour rise, followed by a second short rise, which means a lot of pre-planning. If I’m suddenly out of bread, my greek yogurt bread takes about two hours, and my applesauce challah takes a little over three. I can make a loaf of bread in an evening with those, if I really need to. They do require more complex ingredients, but stuff like greek yogurt, eggs, honey, applesauce, I almost always have on hand for other eatin’. 

whatdoyoumeanitsnotawesome replied to your photo “wandererriha: oldfarmhouse: https://weheartit.com/entry/269315318 ...”

that's oor Sam, goin' straight to MURDER

IT’S WHAT I DO. :D 

[whyisbarrybannedfromthekitchen]

Barry is banned from the kitchen because he put buffalo chicken and potato slices on pizza. (My university cafeteria does this and I die every time I see it)

a balanced meal

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@qwertynerd97

[maribat-fic-library]

Can you find daminette soulmate fics please

*laughs ominously in soulmate aus*

The Hero’s Game by @soulmate-game

Miraculous: Reborn by yours truly ;)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21648376

The Burden of the Bond (also by me I HAVE A PROBLEM OKAY)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26517805

Watch the Eyes by @finallyaniguana

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21771403

I’m Gonna Be Right By Your Side No Matter What

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21216803

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

hey are you upset rn because bitch me too, the fuck?! anyways here are some lovely fics that you can imagine are the actual ending to spn :) :) :)

safe returns by @aibari

there’ll be peace when you are done (the Carry On remix) by qwertynerd97

Devotional by @whichstiel

To Change the Things We Can by @fromcenotaphy

and a couple of self-recs: (re)union, Happiness is in the Being, What Are You Thankful For?