#qwertynerd97

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for qwertynerd97 behind the cut; "kidnapping your soulmate for fun and profit". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Superboy grins at him again. Tim thinks he’s going to have to start just inventing new stages of grief, at this point. The current ones aren’t going to cover this situation. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just thought it might be a little harder to hang out together if you’re really never doing the civilian look,” he tries, and Superboy–stills, suddenly, and the grin vanishes all at once. Tim has a moment to be split between having an anxiety attack about having said the wrong thing or having an anxiety attack about the supervillain attack that’s about to land on his head when he still doesn’t have a mask, and then–

“You–what?” Superboy asks, looking startled. “I mean, uh–like–you wouldn’t get bored doin’ that?” 

“. . . hanging out with you?” Tim asks blankly. They’re soulmates. And also Superboy is quite possibly the literally least boring person he has ever met, douchey shades or not, and the list of “least boring” people in his life includes Bruce and Dick and more superheroes than he could shake his bo stick at. How is someone getting bored around him even a concern that would occur to Superboy? Like, literally ever? 

“No, I mean–” Superboy turns red, looking briefly embarrassed. “You wouldn’t have more fun hangin’ out with Superboy than just, uh–some guy?” 

It takes all of Tim’s Bat-training and gala-experience to not stare at him over that. That–what kind of question is that? 

“I mean, I’m just some guy,” he lies. “But I just meant it’d be way easier to hang out if we weren’t having to deal with people bugging you for selfies or autographs or whatever all the time, you know?” 

“I–uh, I guess,” Superboy says, still looking flustered. “Like–probably, I guess.” 

“Also I don’t want, like, a Gotham rogue randomly deciding you being in town is a good reason to start some shit,” Tim says wryly, because he definitely does not want that, in fact. “Feel like Batman wouldn’t like that very much.” 

“You believe in Batman, dude?” Superboy asks, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“You’re a half-alien clone and you think Batman’s hard to believe in?” Tim attempts to deflect with, because that was definitely a fuck-up on his part, and Superboy just laughs. 

“No, man, I just have literally never met a Gothamite who’d admit to believing Batman was a real dude,” he says. “I literally met Robin like a week ago and, like, pretty sure he was low-key trying to convince me he didn’t believe Batman existed.” 

It was not even a week, Tim thinks, mildly indignant for no good reason, then puts Dubious Civilian Expression #1 on his face and rolls his eyes. 

“Okay, Batman’s one thing, but no one actually thinks Robin’s real,” he snorts, and Superboy laughs again, sounding straight-up delighted about it. 

“No, he totally is!” he protests, grinning at him again too and linking his hands together behind his back as he leans towards him, which is incredibly, incredibly distracting for him. “Dude’s got the sick flips and everything and I totally saved his ass from Metallo. And, uh, then he totally saved my ass from Poison Ivy. Long story. Also he’s got a stick up his ass, like legit you would think that was where he kept that quarterstaff thing of his.” 

This is a dangerous topic, Tim recognizes while forcing down the instinct to reply it’s a bo staff, actually, they’re pretty different, and tries to figure out how to change the subject as quickly and thoroughly as possible. Robin talk is not a good idea right now, when there’s a risk of Superboy possibly noticing something about him, what with meeting Robin a reasonably fresh experience in his mind. 

Not that fresh, apparently, since he thinks it was “like a week” ago. But whatever. Not the point. Tim’s just annoyed by the inaccurate intel. 

. . . seriously. A week? 

“Batman or not, you apparently already have beef with Poison Ivy, so definitely I’d be worried about you being publicly in town without needing to pack a super-powered weed-whacker,” he says wryly instead of anything more damning or secret-identity-blowing. Superboy looks–weird, for a moment, leaning back a little bit to straighten back up. 

“You’d, like–actually be cool with me visiting you in Gotham? Like���that wouldn’t be annoying or whatever?” he asks, sounding just barely uncertain about it, and Tim again has to force himself not to stare at him. First: Superboy being any kind of uncertain whatsoever is the weirdest thing he’s ever seen, and second: they’re soulmates. People will spend a lot more time with their soulmates than occasionally visiting each other in different cities, especially five minutes after meeting them when they’re still trying to figure out who and what they are to each other. Again: Tim has investigated multiple missing persons cases that turned out to be “I found my soulmate” cases! Multiple! In Gotham, even! 

“Yes,” he says instead of any of that. “I would actually really like you to, in fact.” 

“Oh,” Superboy says, and turns red again. “I–uh–yeah, I guess that’d be cheaper than you needing to buy a plane ticket or run up your phone bill if you ever feel like shooting the shit or whatever, huh?” 

“I have unlimited minutes, actually,” Tim says, forcing down another stare. The staring would not help, at this moment. Or like–ever, probably. “And the plane ticket was only like a week’s allowance, plus my dad’s got a disgusting amount of frequent flyer miles saved up he never remembers to use anyway. I’ll buy you a plane ticket if you don’t feel like flying yourself.” 

“. . . uh,” Superboy says. Tim should stop talking, probably, but– 

“Also you’re my soulmate,” he says. “I could get, I dunno, an after-school job if I actually needed to cover anything like that. I just figured we could take turns flying over or something. I mean, if you decided to go to college in Gotham in a couple years or something I wouldn’t complain, obviously, just we’ve just met and that seems like a bit much to suggest first thing. Especially, uh, since you don’t actually have any transcripts, apparently. Um. Just, well, if you ever did want to be a civilian sometimes . . . like, eventually, I mean? Well, Gotham’d probably be a good place to hide a Super, right? Nobody’d expect to see you there, and it’s not like you can’t commute.” 

Superboy is staring at him now. Tim thinks maybe he said something wrong after all. Or maybe the lycra rando is about to jump him from behind. 

Fifty-fifty, given the way his life tends to go. 

“Um,” he says. “Like–no pressure or anything. I could also look into colleges out here, do you know if there’s any good programming–uh, programs around? Like just tech in general.” 

Superboy is still staring at him. 

. . . okay, at this point, it’s probably that Tim said something wrong, yeah.

[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.

[kedreeva]

@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; “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.

[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

[mxwormie]

happy birthday @qwertynerd97 ♥️

[suzukiblu]

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

“Um,” he says. “I don’t know that one, I think. What was it on?” 

Lynn shrugs. Billy thinks–well, at least Lynn told him about something he liked, so he can at least try to find it, he figures. 

It takes him a slightly embarrassing amount of time to figure out Lynn is talking about literally the “no signal” screen with all the static, but in his defense he totally forgot that was even a thing and also, like, that is definitely not a show or anything. Though also Lynn didn’t actually call it a show, and either way Lynn wouldn’t know it wasn’t a show, probably, so . . . yeah, whoops. 

Billy definitely should’ve figured that one out a couple minutes sooner, but at least he figured it out. He doesn’t get why Lynn wants to watch static, but since most dads have to sit through, like, Barney and Paw Patrol, he figures he’s getting off lucky. He hasn’t watched TV in a while, no, but he definitely remembers how much Paw Patrol sucked. 

Ugh.

Lynn definitely likes the static either way, so it doesn’t really matter as long as he’s happy, Billy figures. Or, um–well, maybe not happy, really, ‘cuz he’s not sure he’s actually seen Lynn all that happy yet, but at least, like, content? Or like . . . mostly content? 

. . . semi-content? 

Billy really, really hopes Lynn at least isn’t unhappy to have gotten stuck with him. Which–like, if he does change his mind about staying, obviously they can figure something else out for him, but Billy just . . . 

He really wants this to work out, and he really wants to take good care of Lynn, and just–like–

He really wants this to work out. He’d just–he’d feel really bad, if he couldn’t take care of Lynn right. That’s all. 

Well–no. It’s a lot more things than just that. 

The three of them eat in front of, uh, “No Signal”, and it tastes–really good, actually. Like–really good. It’s maybe that it’s been a little while since anybody cooked for him, at least kinda, but Billy feels . . . he feels sort of weird about how good it all tastes, and kind of keeps his eyes on his food for most of it. The static isn’t really something he wants to watch anyway, and he doesn’t wanna make Lynn feel like he’s getting stared at or anything. 

It’s really, really good, though. 

“This is so good, Lynn!” he says enthusiastically, beaming over at him, and Lynn–stiffens, briefly, and then stares blankly at him. Billy resists the urge to wince. Okay, uh . . . yeah. Maybe that was a little too much, or too loud or something. “Um–sorry, just–” 

“It’s fine,” Lynn says stiffly, then tenses a little and looks down at his plate. Billy kinda hates that his own kid thinks interrupting him is gonna get him in, like, trouble, but he knows that’s just because Cadmus sucks. So it’s like–it’s something Lynn’s gonna need a minute to learn, probably, but yeah. Just one more thing, he figures. 

“I really like it,” he says, scooping up another bite of the salmon and pretending to be oblivious to Lynn’s reaction to that. He thinks sometimes that’s just better to do with simple stuff, instead of making somebody feel like everybody thinks they’re messing up all the time. “I kinda thought the, um–glaze? I thought the stuff in the glaze sounded kinda weird to put together, honestly, but it’s really good.” 

“. . . it’s balanced,” Lynn says, not lifting his eyes off his plate. His shoulders relax a little bit, though, so Billy thinks he probably did the right thing. Or at least a right thing, since he guesses there’s probably more than one “right” thing to–anyway. Not really the point. 

“‘Balanced’?” he asks curiously. “Like it’s healthier, you mean? Like a balanced diet thing?” 

“Um . . . no,” Lynn says. “It’s–brown sugar is sweet. Mustard’s–sour. Tangy. So it’s not too much of one or the other.” 

“Oh!” Billy realizes in delight. “That’s so smart, Lynn! I wouldn’t’ve even thought about that.” 

“. . .you don’t need to eat,” Lynn says, glancing guardedly at him. Billy shrugs. 

“Yeah, but still,” he says. “I do, like–like to, when I can.” 

“. . . you like to eat?” Lynn asks hesitantly. Billy doesn’t let himself get weird and complicated or think too much about it and just nods. 

“Yeah,” he says. “And this tastes awesome. We should make a copy of the recipe to make again, if you and Tawky like it too.” 

Lynn stares blankly at him while Tawky nods approvingly. 

“You care if I like it,” Lynn says, less like a question and more like a weird, confusing little realization. Billy . . . well. He knows how that feels, so just smiles encouragingly at him. 

“Yeah,” he says. “I mean, you need more food than us anyway, so actually it’s more important that you like it. Also, um, you’re my kid, so I want you to like it more than I wanna like it myself anyway.” 

“. . . why,” Lynn says, which is a question, but doesn’t really sound all that different. They should maybe do a little talking practice when he’s feeling up to it, Billy notes to himself. Like, for intonation and stuff. 

“You’re my kid,” he repeats reasonably. “Plus I already know what foods I like, and you still gotta figure out your favorites and stuff.” 

“‘Favorites’,” Lynn repeats, and then, slower–“Because I’m your kid?”

“Yeah,” Billy agrees. Lynn does not look any less blank, which–right, Lynn really doesn’t know how this stuff works. Or–how it’s supposed to, anyway. “Um, because I’m taking care of you, yeah? Like–people who are taking care of you are supposed to care what you like and what your favorites are and all.” 

Lynn looks blankly at him for another moment, then slants his eyes towards the TV. 

“Is that why you put on No Signal?” he asks.

[diantox]

@qwertynerd97 MAMBO

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[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 

[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 

[diantox]

@qwertynerd97

[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

[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? 

[mxwormie]

4/7 birds for halloween !

lup: me taako: @daninjahuck barry: @qwertynerd97 magnus: @gaymageclub