#swugs ted talk

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Brucie Wayne gets interviewed and the question who, expect Batman, is his favorite Gotham hero.

After some awkward moments of silence, he blurts out that it’s Spoiler. Since she is the only one from the main active team that isn’t his kid and this way he avoids picking a favorite.

Meanwhile, the group chats explodes into chaos instantly.

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I know we talk about Emilie a lot already, but that lady doesn’t leave my mind.

There are a lot of theories that she is the actually big villain of the show and bla bla bla but that would both annoy and bore me.

But what I think about a lot is her relationship with Adrien? Because it’s just so weird.

Adrien doesn’t talk about his mother like you talk about a person that has only been dead for a year. Especially because she was one of the only persons he ever saw in his life. And sure you could argue that’s his trauma response, just not talking about her or whatever. But I don’t think it is.

When he is in the cinema with marinette he’s chill talking about his mother. But why did he never see his mothers movie?

She was still in his life like 8 months ago? Why did he not just ask her?

Whenever they remind us that it’s just been a single year why so surprised. The way they frame Adriens relationship to her reads as if she died when he was still very young so that he hardly had time in his life with her and no memories of her.

What did she do? What was her relationship with her son like? If it was good why did Adrien have a shitty childhood even though his “oh so loving” mum was around?

We are in season 4. I don’t want more villains of the week. I want ANSWERS

[bangtan-pugh-bug]

Scott Lang x reader

Chapter 4 of this slow burn (which is fitting because I post the chapters slowly) story

Finally! The next chapter will follow on from this because it’s going to end up too long if I don’t post this chapter now. I hope you enjoy it! :)

You’d been stressed the last week and everyone could tell. A twenty thousand word uni essay you thought was in for the end of term turned out to have been due two weeks earlier. It only took one text from a fellow class member, who you never really spoke to or considered, asking you what your grade was to send you into a frantic meltdown. Luckily the Avengers were busy so you had Stark Tower to yourself for a few hours and took full advantage. By crying. A lot. Begging your professor to give you more time to hand it in (because you were sick cough cough) and planning the stupid thing to get it over with. Did you get it done eventually? Yes. Would a drunken chicken be impressed by your words? Doubtful.

Normally you gave Bruce your essays to look over but you couldn’t bring yourself to show him your so called ‘work’ so into the submissions it went. It was too embarrassing but your motivation levels had plummeted since meeting the Avengers and calling them your friends - you couldn’t care too much. In the scheme of things essays just didn’t seem important anymore.

On Sunday you submitted it and sat in silence for a moment. Everyone had gotten used to giving you space, for a change, so you were comfortable with quiet. However you were not going to quietly tell them you’d finally finished. No.

‘FINALLY!’ You yelled, purposefully leaning towards your door for maximum effect. Let them come to you, you thought. As the door opened and your friends pretty faces appeared you felt nothing but relief. It was silly to feel ‘free’ because it was just an essay but fucking hell did you despise avoiding everyone to write it for so long.

Scott came to you first with Tony, Thor and Vision behind. You tried not to revel in him being closest to you too much. He looked especially cute that afternoon, you could tell he’d had a lie in because of his slight bed hair, and you beamed at him. ‘So it’s finished?’ Making space for him so he could sit on your desk beside you, you nodded. ‘Yes!’

While Thor gave you a long speech about how pointless Earth school was in his charming way, Tony congratulated you like you’d had a baby.

‘Good. Knew that was hard for you.’

Scott was glued to your desk and you tried to make eye contact with everyone else in the room but him. Him and his pretty distracting face.

‘I have a brilliant idea!’ Tony then announced, commanding the room in his diva like way. Scott raised his eyebrows at you in anticipation before you all turned to look at the billionaire. ‘I think we’ve all disappointed ourselves this week. Do you know why? Work. We’ve been working too hard.’ Scott laughed and smiled down at you, which you returned. Poor Vision just stood in the doorframe glazed with visible confusion. It was like being in a Ted talk audience.

‘Y/N’s essay,’ Tony gestured to you. ‘My impeccable new suit. I’m sure Vision has been doing.. somethi- the point is, we need to party. My humble suggestion, which you’re free to disapprove of if you’re boring, is that we all get-‘

‘Smashed!’

The exclaim just left you. You had been fucking itching to be drunk all week and celebrate - even if it was a small achievement in the grand scheme of things. You wanted to do shots. Lie on the floor. Dance. Dance and finally eat! Somehow you hadn’t eaten anything all day and it was 4pm. Your stomach was growling at you.

Scott rubbed your shoulder playfully and smirked ‘I like that plan.’

‘Excuse me. My plan.’

You and Scott chose to ignore the diva in the room which of course Vision and his big computer brain had to comment on. ‘Erm...’ he hesitated as he walked towards the two of you in classic Vision fashion. ‘You two are-‘

‘About to find all the liquor!’ Before he could finish whatever awkward question he could ask you jumped out of your seat taking Scott with you. The cabinets where most of the alcohol got stored were all in the smaller of Tony’s kitchens. Scott’s hand in yours felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time as you giddily dragged him down the hall. You could not stop smiling and he could sense your mood change.

‘Someone’s happy today.’

Of course you somehow took that as a hint to let his hand go, which you did but sadly. Your hand felt a bit lost as you walked and you couldn’t remember if you normally swung your arms or kept them still like Vision.

‘I’m warning you now,’ you opened the cupboards with no specific alcohol in mind ‘I plan on getting very drunk tonight.’ Fuck. There wasn’t any kopperberg left. Oh well you’d settle for gasoline- it was one of those days.

‘You don’t have to tell me,’ Scott chuckled at you. ‘When I was your age I got black out drunk almost daily.’ Once you were carrying a dangerous amount of bottles and cans you looked up at the man and he looked a bit smug. ‘Am I right in thinking you’re proud of yourself?’ He didn’t have to reply, you could tell he was.

The two of you laid out the cans and wine, vodka, mixer and beer bottles out on the counter carefully. It looked like a beautiful recipe for disaster but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t all done only weeks before. The amusing sounds of Tony bossing everyone around to get off their asses and party met your ears. Your main goal was to start drinking as soon as possible. Red wine, you found in your ‘scientific studies’, got you the drunkest the quickest so it was the obvious choice.

As you swug it, Scott hesitated about starting his beer. He watched you but for once you didn’t have the energy to wonder what he was thinking. ‘Oh no,’ you laughed and carried on drinking. ‘I’m gonna have to peel you off this floor later aren’t I?’ His words were worrying but there was a gleam in his eyes and an energy radiating off the two of you that didn’t care what happened.

You laughed and told him that yes he definitely would have to. He seemed to think it was his mission and his alone to look after you. How sweet and incorrect. ‘Scott,’ saying his name never got old ‘Don’t you dare stay sober for me. I’ve never seen you drunk.’ Somehow you hadn’t. Unless you had and couldn’t remember which was also likely. The idea of the two of you dancing together and Scott twirling you under his arm made your cheeks warm and your chest flutter.

The urge to be overly sarcastic was building, why you got like this around attractive people when you were bored you didn’t know. It wasn’t your best trait - funny sometimes but not exactly mature of you. It was almost addictive and spending time with Tony’s sarcy ass did nothing to help you think before you spoke.

You leant on the counter drinking but your mind was trying to decide which playlist you were going to force everyone to dance to. ‘Plughole.’ Scott stated.

‘Wow...’

‘It’s too quiet in here. Did I miss anything?’ Tony strutted in with his classic arrogance. You gestured to yourself and repeated Scott’s remark while chugging more wine. If you didn’t feel tipsy soon you’d start taking shots.

‘Shots!’ Clint yelled, entering the kitchen behind Thor, Peter, Nat, Bruce and Vision. Maybe the archer could mind read after all? He was holding an oven tray filled with shot glasses. Just- a beautiful sight. Scott looked apprehensive on your behalf but that didn’t matter. If he didn’t want you to get plastered he didn’t have to stay with you all night. Nat would.

‘Finally, yes please yes.’

It was pure chaos before long, which was exactly what you craved after such a boring week. ‘I want it all’ by the Arctic Monkeys was playing, despite Thor’s drunken Asgardian chant suggestions, and you had somehow taken 5 shots already. Scott was on 4, Vision going strong with 0 (of course), Thor had beaten you with 7 and yet Tony was winning with 8. You lost count quickly after that.

There were so many people in one room you felt like leaving would be impossible. You’d have to crowd surf to get to the shitting toilet. ‘Scott!’ He’d stayed near you until Steve arrived, looking sophisticated in a suit. That was when drunk you decided Scott could only leave you for Steve. One exception.

‘Scott!’

He heard you the second time, just barely over the music Sam had turned up. You felt needy and raw. Almost all of your ‘holding back reserves’ had been chained up by copious amounts of vodka. ‘Are you okay?’ Slurring his words slightly, Scott put his hand on your shoulder looking genuinely concerned. Your heart swelled. ‘Aw fuck.’ He didn’t respond at your accidental ‘sentence’ that had meant to stay in your brain.

‘I need to throw up.’

You didn’t even know if you felt sick but you felt something. It was just words and a half arsed explanation for leaving the lively room. The two of you were stood in the centre of the dance circle so leaving was a struggle. Avoiding Tony’s flaying arms and Sam’s impressive dancing to find the empty corridor felt like an obstacle course.

As soon as you and Scott reached the bathroom your stomach grumbled. ‘Oh.’ You held it and looked up at Scott’s confused face with realisation. ‘I think I’m just h-hungry! And you burst out laughing in his drunken haze Scott joined in.

‘Pretty sure there’s cake over here.’ He laughed, partially at your excitement but also at his own. Neither one of you ate well without encouragement and all you wanted was to devour sugar or his face if you got any drunker.

Taglist: @supraveng

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it’s not just a mojo dojo casa house. its a mojo dojo casa home

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I feel like there would be such anxiety in the high society in and around Gotham when it comes to Bruce Wayne, his children and them attending galas.

I feel like he would basically never RSVP, but just show up with however many children he feels like. (Or accept everything and decide later).

What’s it’s gonna be? Bruce Wayne alone, flirty and drunk? Bruce Wayne, exhausted, because he has his whole gaggle of kids with him? Bruce Wayne and just some of his kids - if so, which one? The one that constantly climbs on something (tho he is popular with the young attendees and milfs), the 17yo CEO, the silent one (looks kinda scary but harmless), the sassy blonde one that isn’t even his fucking kid, the mystery blood child (very scary but if you have an animal charity he will donate lots of money), the newest no nonsense one or even the one that looks like the one who died and claims to have no relation to the Waynes but only ever hangs out with them.

Or will be bring a random date? Or his butler?

It’s a mystery, but you can bet: if even one Wayne shows up, it will be an interesting evening

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Bruce Wayne’s and Clark Kent’s public personas dating is literally Barbie and Ken.

Bruce is everything, doing extremes sports, living in the dream house (aka Wayne Mansion), has lots of cars, has his own company, has a huge family, a bunch of animals etc etc etc

And Clark… he’s just Ken

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Bruce, to the BatFam: I just wanted to let you all know that I’m dating Clark. I hope you will all be okay and understanding of this

Bruce, 52 hours later, with the house full of sexy Superman art, Superman plushies, Superman boxers, Superman home decor, multiple Superman body pillows, enough off brand Superman stuff to fill a whole room and eleven more boxes of Superman stuff on the way: I beg you all to be less understanding

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My favorite thing about November 5th is that I don’t give a single fuck about destiel or spn.

But every year, without a doubt I’ll be posting destiel. For one day of the year, we are all destiel shippers

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I am happy to hear that my dear friend Jonathan Harker is enjoying his cross country road trip, though I am a little worried about everyone around him

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Bruce, after managing to finally put two and two together: Clark, I have recently noticed that I have developed feelings for you and have fallen in love with you

Clark, whose been loving Bruce for so long that it comes to him as natural as breathing: hUH?

Bruce: but fret not, now that I have noticed my feelings, I will keep them in check as to not bother you

Clark, who is listening 24/7 to Bruce’s heartbeat like it’s personal metronome: what

Bruce: but for the sake of professionalism, our team and the mission I think it’s important for you to know. But again, I of course, won’t bother you with it.

Clark: I-

Bruce: good talk

Clark:

Clark:

Clark: what did. just happen???

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A SuperBat story, where they are still in their fighting era and Supes getting so mad at Batman for bringing a damn child into his mess, that he straight up kidnaps Robin.

Dick, the little Superman Stan, is not in the least bit worried by the situation and happily tells Supes how much he enjoys working with Batman and how it helps him cope and what a great guy Batman is and bla bla bla to the point where Superman comes out with a huge crush on Batman.

Of course, Batman whose child has just been kid napped, is less than pleased when Superman suddenly stands in front of him blushing and stuttering (but with a happy and well fed Dick)

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The difference between Inkheart and Inkdeath are literally insane.

The bad guy in Inkheart is like… a local mafia boss and his handful of cronies. Oh no, he put us in the animal stables and people talk about that he enjoys killing but we don’t ever see it and the worst thing he does is giving Mo a cut on the face and putting people in cages I guess.

The bad guys in Inkdeath, however, are the ruler of the land but also Death herself and we desperately fight against destiny. Every other chapter there’s a fight and people get brutally killed. We are about to scatter Mos fucking kneecaps. Mind torture while experiencing actual torture in the underwater dungeon. Everything is out to kill you but with everything going on death is kinda the least of our worries??

Like boi… that’s full a 180,,,,

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Twitter shenanigans: alpha males and omegas

And a bonus fellow survivor of omegaverse Twitter bullshit:

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Y’all know how sometimes people hang their dogs up with a harness to clip their nails?

These thingys???

The Supers should put their respective Bats in them for easy transportation.

If it’s time to go, just grab them like a little handbag :)

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No one could say what was more surprising - that Bruce and Clark managed to stay alive for long enough to even get old or how long they managed to keep their relationship going.

For Clark, it was definitely the first. He never doubted that Bruce and him would be for life, once they finally managed to figure their shit out. Him being right, only made the thing about aging more terrifying.

It seemed to him as if it had happened overnight. One day Bruce was young, with no wrinkles and the strength of a young god, and suddenly, his hair was more grey than black, his face was sagging and he had trouble walking upright. Batman had taken its toll on him, even many years after he had given the active part up.

In reality, it had been many years and decades, of course. But really understanding the passing of time sometimes was hard, when the person in the mirror barely changed at all. There were still few wrinkles on Clark, and while his body wasn’t as toned anymore and his hair now had a salt-and-pepper look, he was almost still a young man.

It was terrifying and while Bruce seemed to be at peace with his demise, Clark very much wasn’t. Few things were able to kill him - but at his Ma’s graveside, he had learned that grieve might just be able to get the job done. He promised himself then and there that he wouldn’t let it end like that.

It was a day like any other when Bruce came up from the cave again.

“You know,” he said, as he gently lowered himself down on the armrest of Clark's chair. “I’ve been checking the inventory. Somethings don’t add up.”

“Oh?”

“There is some Kryptonite missing,” he said and looked down at Clark.

Clark swallowed hard. Often these days confusion and exhaustion of age clouded over Bruce's eyes, but in this moment they were clear. They were exactly the deep blue eyes with the dangerously sharp mind behind them, he had fallen in love with so many years ago.

“Maybe you have counted wrong? Or maybe one of the youngsters took some and didn’t write it down?” Clark suggested, his heartbeat heavy in his chest. It hadn’t been much. Just enough to be sure.

Bruce looked at him for some more moments, before leaning down to Clark and pressing a long kiss to the top of his head.

“You are right,” he said, before taking a shaky breath. “I’m sure that was what happened. What would I do without you?”

Clark suppressed the sob that wanted to burst out of him. How could have anyone ever doubted that they would stay together until the end?

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We all know and love the “Clark just talking for hours while Bruce sits next to him, barely listening while working”-dynamic and I think we don’t talk about the equally enjoyable “Bruce being absolutely fascinated of/hyper fixated on some alien technology and explaining it in agonizing detail to Clark, who has no idea what’s going in but always willing to listen”- dynamic.