#time jump arc

[primetimes-primetime]

[ The makeshift stage clears of the previous band, the crowd still cheering and clapping as they exit stage left. Leo passes their guitar pick through their fingers, trying to calm themself before climbing up the few stairs.

His hands are clammy. Gripping the guitar, he runs through an open string tuning sequence, A D G, and finally low D, brought down from the typical E tuning. He strums the individual strings again and again, until the stage right manager gestures to him to go towards the stage wing. They pass them an amp cord, which he quickly plugs into the bottom of the borrowed bass guitar.

He cracks his knuckles- playing guitar of any variety was exponentially harder with only three fingers- you only had two to manouver on the frets, and they were larger than human's, stiffer. Looking down at his now human hands, he prayed that he still knew how to play, now having twice the amount of fingers available than before.

Leo stands in darkness, the Emcee standing in front of him underneath the spotlight, a bird yokai with white and blue feathers. He couldn't play solely on his own, it wouldn't sound right if he did- A guitarist and drummer he had encountered earlier in the open mic sat behind him, also shrouded in darkness. ]

"Ladies, gentlemen, yokai of all shapes, sizes and genders, I welcome to the stage a new comer around these parts. Please give a warm welcome to The Muse: Euterpe." [She moves towards stage left, gesturing towards Leo and their backup band. The spotlight temporarily fades, darkening the stage and front rows of the crowd.

He takes a step towards the mic stand in front of them and takes a deep breath.

The spotlight comes on, illuminating him to the crowd, every feature and every flaw shining in the bright light, the black laquer of the bass guitar glistening.

He places his finger over the fourth fret of E, and gives a subtle nod to the musicians behind him.

He begins. ]

I don't know what to do without you, I don't know where to put my hand

I've been trying to lay my head down, but I'm writing this at three a.m.

I don't need the world to see that I've been the best I can be, but I don't think I can stand to be,

where you dont see me.

[drdelicatetouchreturns]

[Mikey cautiously starts climbing down the sewer ladder. "Man, these ladders are way cleaner than the ones back home" he says, noticing how much easier it was it grip onto the rungs even with burnt fingers.

Reaching the last three rungs, he opts for just jumping to the bottom.

Just as his feet hit the bottom, he feels a something stick to his feet, something sticky...

Looking down at his feet he sees...

Are those webs?]

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[geniusbuilthq]

[ Nodding and throwing a quick smile to Big Mama, they make their way to the backstage area.

Maneuvering through the other bands and musicians, he squeezes through the crowd and is briefly stopped by the drummer, a weird looking almost bee-esque yokai, that played along side him.

"Hey, you know, you did really good out there. Ari and I are actually looking for a bassist for some future gigs, ya interested kid?" He sputters, exasperated from running through the group of yokai, he breathes a quick "No thank you!" and continues through the crowd, a strange sense of urgency overcoming his senses.

Reaching the backstage area, out of breath, he looks around for the purple figure. ]

'Ok, I'm here, Donnie. Where are you?'

[ Speaking the name surprised him, but it came almost instinctively. Donnie. It felt so familiar, so important; but he couldn't place his finger on why. ]

@primetimes-primetime

[ Donnie waited until he was sure there wasn’t anyone else nearby to let himself slip silently from the rafters to the ground in front of Leo, hidden by the shadows. If he was right, Leo was probably subconsciously aware of him, so this was the best way to avoid scaring him right now.

“Over here, Nardo.” He said quietly, lighting up his markings briefly to give his twin a warning as he stepped into the light. If Leo was in his right mind, he would’ve run over and scooped the younger twin into a crushing hug. As it was, he took a second to look more closely at his twin. With his goggles up, he could see the slight haziness in the others eyes. He was no doctor, but even he knew that was bad.

Honestly it was impressive Leo was standing right now. Draxum’s mutagen probably had something to do with that, now that he thinks about it.

He gives the other a strained smile, hands fidgeting in front of him as he desperately fought the urge to scoop the other into a hug and assure himself this was real. God he hoped this wasn’t a trick, he doesn’t know if he could handle that. ]

[batsandcranes]

Hey uh, April to @geniusbuilthq.

I see Raph. How did he get here? What have you been playing around with?!

[ratsandninjas]

ANONS I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD SHUT UP. ANYONE NOT GIVING HELPFUL TIPS ABOUT PANIC ATTACKS SHUT. STOP TALKING. YOU ARE ACTIVELY MAKING IT WORSE. STOP. YOU GUYS LED BIG MAMA TO THE SEWERS WHICH CAUSED LEO TO GET CAUGHT, THAT WAS NOT DONNIE'S FAULT. ALL OF YOU BLAMING IT ON HIM SENT HIM INTO A PANIC ATTACK, HE WAS STRESSED ENOUGH BEING DOWN TWO BROTHERS, WORRYING ABOUT A PAST VERSION OF HIS DAD POSSIBLY BLEEDING OUT, AND HAVING TO HURRY BECAUSE A PAST BIG MAMA WAS CLOSE TO CATCHING LOU JITSU, AND HAVING TO BE THE PLACEHOLDER LEADER BECAUSE LEO WAS DOWN FOR THE COUNT AND RAPH GOT LEFT BEHIND. AND NOW APRIL IS DISTRACTED FROM HELPING DONNIE CALM DOWN AND NOT PASS OUT BECAUSE ALL OF YOU SNITCHED TO SPLINTER ABOUT THE SITUATION, SOMETHING THEY WERE ACTIVELY TRYING TO DO BECAUSE THEY KNEW IT WOULD ONLY STRESS HIM OUT. ALL OF YOU, SIT DOWN AND THINK FOR A MINUTE. ENOUGH. STOP STRESSING THESE GUYS OUT, THEY HAVE ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH.

Ahem.

Splinter, your boys are doing the best they can right now. They're not alone, and I guarantee their safety. They're going to be just fine. I won't ask you to stop worrying, just that you take a deep breathe and don't work yourself into a knot over this. The best you can do right now is get the lair ready for emergency medical care, some shock blankets and comfort food. And get ready to give a lot of hugs.

- Paradox Anon

Ah, someone with sense.

I am trying my best to stay calm, as stressing out won't help anyone. I am going to be level headed about this all, have faith and trust in you, April and my sons.

I will certainly go and get the lair set up for when they return. I will ask @futurecaseyjr to get shock blankets and comfort food.

Thank you for helping them, Paradox.

[hwuwidj]

Teenwolf Thiam prompt

This is a sorta fix it prompt because the movie was kinda shit xx

*only Hikari had been caught by the oni's*

Queue Theo dragging Liam away from the group of oni's (just like the elevator scene with the ghost riders)

Liam: Let go of me, they took her !

Theo: If I let go of you, they'll take you too

Liam: Why would you care!?

Theo: Liam, you need to calm down

Liam: No, why do you care so much if they take me!?

Theo: Because I'm still inlove with you idiot, after we broke up 5 years ago-

Liam: Yeah and whose fault was that?

Theo: -I know but listen, after we broke up I didn't, I haven't moved on, how could I? I understand you did but I'm not about to watch you get taken or leave again

Liam: What do you mean 'I've moved on'?

Theo: You and Hikari

Liam: Me and Hikari aren't together she's my bestfriend, and it's my fault she's gone, because I'm the one who brought her here

Theo: So you haven't moved on?

Liam: Is that all you got from that? And no I haven't but I've gotten over it

Theo: Do you think there's a chance-

Liam: We are not doing this right now

If anyone has any or knows of any fanfics similar to this let me know please

[afdinonug]

What If Joel Left Ellie On The Operating Table?

What If Things Were Different - Chapter 2 - Airfried_DinoNug - The Last of Us (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

What If Things Were Different - What If Joel Left Ellie On The Operating Table? - Wattpad

April 28, 2034

Joel opened his eyes in a hurry. The scent of iodoform, a fragrance found in soaps and cleaners, filled his nose. The last thing Joel remembered was preforming CPR on Ellie after she drowned. 

"Ellie!" Joel yelled panicked. He stood up, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head.

"She's safe. They are prepping her for surgery now." Marlenes voice echoed in what appeared to be an old hospital room.  Joel violently turned his head to look at Marlene. "How did the two of you manage to find us here? The guys we had stationed at the capitol building that you were supposed to meet up with went MIA. I'm going to assume since Tess isn't with you and that my guys are missing, things went south." Marlene looked down at the ground. Sorrow encapsulated her. 

"Well, aren't you so smart." Joel regretted accepting this run just for some guns. He regretted not protecting Tess even more. He regretted not leaving Boston when he had a chance. "Ellie, she...she fought like hell to get here, to help you with your hope of a cure. Don't let her down." Joel now standing up, brushed the debris off his pants. His gear and coat were lying on the raggedy hospital bed. He swiftly grabs his coat and pulls it over his arms. It's the end of April, spring was here, flowers were blooming but it was raining almost every day. He pulls his backpack over his right shoulder and starts to head for the door.

"Don't you at least want your payment?" Marlene was talking about the guns. The guns only Tess had saw. How was Joel supposed to know if they were all there.

"Fuck it. You keep em. This was a waste of my time." Joel reached for the doorknob only for it to be opened from the outside. A younger male figure stood in his way. He was armed and looked to be muscular. "Watch out Hulk, you might tear your shirt." Joel noticed how the man looked to be wearing a shirt two sizes too small for him.

"Ethan, please escort him so he can see the payment in the upper floors." Marlene nodded at the man standing in Joels way.

"Of course, ma'am'" At least Hulk Hogin had manners Joel thought. Joel unwilling obliged. Falling in Ethans footsteps they walked to the 7th floor of the rundown hospital. This part of the hospital looked like it was routinely cleaned every day since the start of the outbreak. Joel could see people in scrubs walking around in front of Ethan and him. As both men walked further down the corridor, Joel could hear a series of beeps growing louder. He saw a woman walking out of an old operation room. 

As he walked behind Ethan, Joel stopped dead in his tracks. He looked into the operation room full of surgeons and nurses. Ellie was hooked up to a series of random machines. Joels eyes flicked over to the Holter Monitor Ellie was hooked up, her heartbeat was so strong. He questioned whether he should actually leave Ellie here. Marlene wouldn't have had joel bring Ellie here is she wasn't safe, right? Joel fulfilled his promise to Tess, he brought Ellie here, but by doing that it got Tess killed.

"She's doing humanity a great service. She'll be remembered by everyone for years." Ethan was now standing behind Joel looking into the operating room as well.

"Remembered? What do you mean remembered?" Joel turned to face Ethan. By the look on Ethans face, Joel knew what he meant.

"The Cordyceps mutated in her brain. The only way to extract it is for her to die." Ethan looked worried, afraid Joel would retaliate. Fucking Marlene, knowing an innocent child would have to die. "It's the only way to save humanity. We can't go around infecting everyone just to see if there's an off chance someone else is immune." Ethan was hoping to convince Joel not to do anything hasty, but Joel didn't need to be convinced. He wanted this girl and all of the fireflies involved in this operation out of his life.

"I'm leaving." Joel muttered as he turned around and went back the way they came. Ethan stood frozen in place, baffled that Joel didn't care about Ellie in the slightest. Joel walked down all 7 flights of stairs and past Marlene, whose hands were on her resting on her hips. Marlene watched as Joel left through the hospital's double doors, never to look back.

August 2045

Harmonic sounds of windchimes seep through the rooms of a homestead. The house is empty, no people are rustling around inside of it. A shadow moves past a window in the kitchen. Outside the back door of the house lies an enclosed space, hording a flock of sheep. A man appears to be walking out of a storage hut inside the cage. He walks out of the cage and walks towards the homestead. As he walks closer, he stops and grips the bucket he was holding, tighter.

"What the hell could you possibly want, Marlene?" The man sneered at the woman on the porch. He walks forward towards the porch.

"It's a beautiful place you have here Joel." Marlene is sitting on the porch's glider. Joel sets the bucket on the steps and leans against the railing facing Marlene.

"You got your damn cure, and the world is perfect. Cut to the chase, what warrants you coming to my house? I'm done with the fireflies." He was furious that Marlene would think it was okay to bother him after all he did for her.

"It didn't work Joel." No, she has to be lying. It's been 11 fucking years. 11 years since Ellie died...11 years since Tess died.

"Bullshit Marlene. I have seen one damn infected in 4 fucking years." Joel hoped she was lying because if she wasn't that meant Ellie's death would have been for nothing.

"I'm sorry Joel. I believed it was going to work, we all did but it just didn't." Marlene was looking down at her feet. She stood up and pulled her shirt up to her ribs. On her stomach was a bite mark. judging on how far the spreading went across her stomach she only has a few hours left.

"Jesus Marlene." Joel never really cared for Marlene but felt compassion that she was suffering.

"It mutated. It didn't cure the Cordyceps, it fucking mutated it." Marlene let her shirt hem drop back down. She looked up at Joel who had aged since the last time they spoke. "Before, there were runners, clickers and bloaters but now...now there's ones that can see your heart beating in your chest, ones that eat clickers Joel."

[hunters-trashblog]

Drabble

Lou's hands felt numb, his hearts beating pounding in his ears, becoming deafening. His breathing grew hard and heavy, panic overwhelming him.

He knew he needed to let the anons know, he needed them to know!

The spots started to fill his already bad vision, a cold tingling biting at each nerve in his body, starting from his head and to his feet.

Vision completely being overtaken by the dark. He wasn't awake anymore.

For the continuity~

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[primetimes-primetime]

The hidden city was huge, even bigger than it was in Leo's timeline.

Big Mama was helping the turtle walk, keep his balance since she'd accidentally left his katana back in the sewer. Along with everything..even the tracking chip she found after looking meticulously.

"You'll be fine dear, I know a place that will help you feel in tiptop shape!~"

@splendiferous-spiderwebs

Still dizzy, Leo holds onto the spider yokai's arm.

In his haze, he had nearly forgotten what Big Mama had done, it felt like it wasn't real- that everything he had thought about her previously wasn't true. I mean,

why would she help him in his desperate state if she was bad, or evil?

"Woah.. agh-" He held his head in his hand, as if his three-fingered apendage would make the pain go away.

"Where?"

[drdelicatetouchreturns]

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[geniusbuilthq]

[ 'Where is he, where is he, oh please don't be too late-' Don's thought process comes to an abrupt halt when a flash of yellow and a shock of poofy black hair catches the corner of his eye, and he spins comically in the air to find the source. He's looking at Lou Jitsu for no more than a second before he yells out a relieved, "POPS!" and propels himself through the air to engulf the other in a tackle-hug, relieved laughter ripping from his chest as he briefly forgets the other is injured. ]

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[batsandcranes]

"I believe this is where they should be," Karai says as she stands on top of a manhole cover, she looks at the phone and back at the area around her,

She sighs and opens the cover, "Well, I suppose there's only one thing left to do."

She carefully starts climbing down after she put the cover back in it's spot, a small pit of nervousness begins to fill her.

Everything will be okay.

@action-star-jitsu @drdelicatetouchreturns

[ratsandninjas]

BOYS. APRIL. WHERE ARE YOU.

RAPHAEL AND CASEY ARE HERE.

I WAS TOLD YOU WERE TIME JUMPING.

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[nbundarin]

Acceptance (Fanfic)

Clark Kent strummed his fingers on his knee. He could count on a few of them the amount of time he had ever had a butterfly and now he could add a pinky. For Gotham, Leslie Thompkins’s apartment was a stark contrast to the gothic, brutalist and Tim Burton fever dream outside. It was a two bed, two bath, accented in Alice blue and Roux white. The decor had a modern sensibility but the paintings lining the walls and photographs spotting here and there made it homie. On Zillow it would make a great steal, if Zillow dared to list anything in Gotham. Clark had particularly smiled at a picture of Leslie, standing between a beautiful red-headed bride, in a decked-out wheelchair, lilac, laced around her spokes, and a sharp-looking groom, his Biscayne blue’s elevating his boy next door smile.

            “You made a very handsome usher,” Leslie stood between the linoleum of the kitchen and the hard wood of the living room. She was a petite woman, with silver hair, sloppily bundled on her head, and chocolate brown eyes framed in cat rimmed glasses. She could be the aunt who tells you a bawdy joke at the family Christmas party or your mom’s best friend whose advice you take even when your parents said the exact same thing

            “That was a fun night,” Clark started. 

“For the world’s greatest introvert, Bruce knows how to throw a party.” The kettle whistled for attention and Leslie called over her shoulder.

“You and Lois certainly know how to cut a rug.”

“You and Alfred were no slouches either, Doctor Thompkins.”

“Clark.”

“Sorry. Leslie.” She returned with twin mugs of tea.

“You Midwestern boys and your politeness. It’s a warm welcome from, GET OUT OF THE WAY OR ALL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!”

“Rush hour in Metropolis has its fair share of angry drivers too.”

“It was the Supermarket.” Leslie placed her mug on a coaster and as she handed the other to the former journalist,

“Careful it’s ho—” She remembered,

“Sorry, forgot who I was talking too.” Clark thanked her as he laced the tea in his hands. Leslie situated herself, the coffee table dividing them.

“You don’t take notes?” Clark asked.

“No. I find it too distracting.”

“I wouldn’t X-Ray them if you did.”

“Saves me from buying led lined note pads.” She winked at the farm boy.

“Just a reminder; Nothing is off the table. No emotion is unwarranted. I do have insurance, so if you want to start zapping things, please direct it at the ugly string art my cousin Dorothy got me from Tucson.” Clark spotted it, across the room.

“It must be really, interesting, being the Superheroes’ therapist.”

 Leslie laughed.

“Thinking about maybe getting my own costume. But seriously, behind the capes and the superpowers your people too.” 

“Even if you come from another planet,” she added.

“Having teenagers, I feel the same way, Usually I would go to my mom or Bruce for advice, but he said you would be a better fit.”

“You and Him became very close,” Leslie observed.

“Almost twenty years. I always hate it when people call us frenemies. Bruce is one of my best friends, he would technically be Jordan’s Godfather, if Me and Lois were the religious type. I wasn’t always thrilled with his choices, especially when he brought Dick into the fight, but the kid turned out great, as did the others.”

“I think it would be fair to say you helped keep the rosy in that boy’s cheeks. You came up with Nightwing didn’t you?” Clark chuckled at the Question.

“Yes, like you said though I just helped. But I have two boys full time and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” Clark caught the H word. Rarely would he use a damn but it felt honest.

“Once again Clark, you are no different than any parent today. Bruce has definitely not been perfect. But we’re not here to compare the Dark Knight and the Man of Steel, we’re here to talk about you.” Clark took a long sip of hot green, choosing his next words.

“I wasn’t around as much as I should have, with the boys I mean. Between the Planet, Metropolis and the literal planet. I remember missing their seventh birthday. I had to lie and tell them I had to work on a scoop out of town.”

“What were you actually doing?” Leslie asked.

“Stopping a forest fire in California. But let me tell you, the disappointment in their faces was a lot more scorching. Especially Jordan.”

“Jordon is where you’re finding the most contention?”

“Yes and No. I don’t want to minimalize Jonathan. I took him from the only home he knows, he and his girlfriend broke up and theirs a huge possibility he may never have powers. He called Smallville his Kryptonite.”

“And what did you do?”

“I pulled the typical parental platitudes. You tell yourself you’re going to be different from your folks and then you open your mouth…” Leslie nodded.

“And Jordan?”

 The former journalist sat back.

“The kid is dealing with social-anxiety, he’s developing powers and there’s no telling what he’s capable of. I feel like I’m making it worse and Jordan confirmed it, loudly.” Leslie pressed on and Clark explained to her about everything, including taking Jordan to the Fortress, how his father made the kid feel inadequate, how he was struggling with the heat vision, the strength, Jonathan’s passive aggressive resentment, not to mention puberty was in the periphery.

“Elsa’s Ice castle?” They both shared a smile.

“I sent him to his room. Standard procedure in our house.”

            “No, it’s a good way to diffuse tension. It allows you to compartmentalize and figure your next move. I assume you talked after?”

            “Yes. And it was great. I got a smile out of him, until he got mad for something else and it feels like the entire board gets erased.”

            “He’s a teenager Clark. Not excusing any rudeness, but I think it’s great you give both your boys a little grace when expressing themselves. Some parents are too quick to jump at the smalless inflection in the voice or movement in the face.”

            “My parents were good about those things to. I can lift a submarine, break the sound barrier and kick Kalibak’s backside across Metropolis but Jordan…” He trailed off.

            “Jordan doesn’t need to be saved, Clark,” Leslie finished.

            “I didn’t say that.”

            “But that was where the bus was stopping. When you speak of Jonathan it’s more typical teenager. Having to move, new school, new football team—”

            “Jordan’s powers—”

            “You keep saying that too. I have a question for you.” Clark nodded.

            “Would you have preferred that Jonathan had the powers instead of Jordan?” she caught his hesitation, but waited.

            “I don’t have a favorite Leslie.” It came out more forced then intended but the therapists resolve did not waver.

            “That’s not what I asked Clark. I’ll rephrase, would it have been better If Jonathan had the powers.” Leslie hit a nerve, no small feat. He wouldn’t look into her eyes, just staring down at the tea bag at the bottom of his mug.

            “Jonathan, he has his flaws and like I said I have my short comings with him but, I get him. That sounds horrible. “

            “No, it doesn’t Clark. It sounds honest. Keep going.”

            “I suck at articulating myself.”

            “You’re doing fine. We’ll get every piece in the puzzle in its place.”

            “When I told them my secret, Jordon accused me of wanting John to have the powers instead of him. I take responsibility for not considering, it was just the hurt in his eyes, the hurt in both their eyes. Honestly, I was hoping neither of them would have them. These abilities come with a price. I’ve lost a lot along the way. You have enough on your plate in life without putting on a costume.”

            “Clark, I can tell you for a fact you don’t have a favorite. You just have a different relationship, no more no less, just different,” Leslie sipped.

“It’s not like Jordan and I have nothing in common. We have the same sense of humor, we share the same favorite flavor of ice cream, both love Stephen King novels, I can go on but the older he got the more separated we got and now we share this huge thing.” Clark paused for a moment. Lesley waited with a saint’s patience. 

            “I’m not worried Jordan is going to level a town or become a supervillain. Lois has always been his anker when it came to his mental health. She was able to quell every tantrum and talk him through every anxiety attack, I was lucky if I could make it to one of his therapy sessions. His brother even has a better grasp of what’s going on.”

            “I’m sure your, well maybe training is not the best word, but coaching him with these abilities?”

            “Yes of course, and it’s helped us get closer actually, it’s just…”

            “The unpredictability. I’ll repeat Clark, he’s a teenager. They are figuring things as they go along, they aren’t in the eye of the storm, they are the storm, social anxiety, super powers or not. You are capable of such great feats Clark. You can stop a building from burning with your freeze breath and weld the beams of broken bridges with your fire eyes…” Clark nodded while cracking a smile.

            “But Jordan is not a burning building, or a broken bridge, not even a cat in a tree. He’s a young man like you once were figuring out his place in the world and good fortune to him has a more developed support system.” Clarks’ brow lifted.

            “Don’t get me wrong, your parents were the gold standard. They took a baby and not just any baby, one that fell from the sky and raised him with unconditional love and helped him develop his gifts when they didn’t know what the heck they were doing and when you became a man, they supported you becoming a hero. Your mother made you your first costume. You won a lottery anyone would dream to cash in.” the farm boy shelved his brow, taking in this information as easy as his cup of tea.

            “From what you’ve told me, the boys are acclimating to small town life. Jonathan has made new friends and met a new girl and Jordon is coming out of his shell and through his abilities as well. You teaching him it’s actually bringing you two closer together, not further apart. You told me your powers are driven by emotion, that’s something you can relate to with Jordan, that’s your way in and you both can bounce off each other.”  Clark was about to respond—

            “But what if—”

            “Nope. What if Jordan zapped someone on the field? What if Jonathan blew up in that trailer? What ifs are bread and butter to intrusive thoughts and I sympathize with you having them, we all do. My understanding Clark is that a lot of these insecurities you have stem from Kara and not to be to blunt, Loise’s miscarriage.” That caught the Man of Steel off guard but remembered that Lois did talk to Leslie years ago.

            “I feel like I abandoned her.”

            “You were a young man in his early twenties, finding his place in the world. Not to mention introducing yourself to that world as Superman. No one could expect you to take care of a ten-year-old girl. You gave her to a family that helped her thrive and she has become a remarkable young woman and hero in her own right, regardless of sharing the same crest as her cousin and it wasn’t as if you flew away from her life, you still visited and kept in touch.”

            “And Lois?”

            “You both went through something that many have gone through. It is horrible and immeasurable painful and though you both may never heal completely from such a loss, you and Lois have been fantastic parents to those boys despite the fact you are not going to always get it right.” This was a lot for Clark to process and he could see the session would soon be up on the clock.

            “I know I’ve given you the cliff notes version and this has been a lot for a preliminary consultation, but I promise you if you come see me Clark, with an absolute understanding that you have two lives to juggle, I will help you navigate both sides to the best of my ability.”

            “I would really like that Leslie, I’ve never been this open with someone, except for Lois and I keep having these feelings of inadequacy.”

            “Clark honey. What you need to learn is acceptance. You see, you’re trying to solve everything with Superman, instead of Clark Kent, the husband and father. You have a secret identity for a reason. Jordon is going to be working with his anxiety for the rest of his life, it isn’t going to go away. You can’t protect him from it, like you protect a civilian from criminals. Same goes for Jonathan.” He nods.

            “You think you’re so alone Clark, another thing you and Jordon have in common. The truth is you are going through what so many men, parents, all together human beings have gone through. Trust me, I worked in Arkham. I have had sessions with nuisances like Condiment King all the way down the abyss with that evil fucking clown. I have seen hell in human and it wears a tacky purple suit. You have seen the embodiment of greed and xenophobia and you’ve come out on the other side a better person, but you have to accept that you can’t be invincible all the time and put away the cape when you need to.” Clark wiped his eyes as the clock chimed.

            “Now that I’ve talked your ear off. We will schedule are next session during the week and we will continue discussing all of this as much as we need to.” They both stood.

            “Thank you, Leslie.” Clark hugged the tiny woman and she hugged just as tight.

                                                                        The End

[primetimes-primetime]

[He stares out among the crowd, mindlessly plucking at the strings of the bass around his shell. He was waiting. The Hidden City was holding an open mic night, and he had been waiting in line to go on stage for almost an hour now. He looked up to his mother, nerves starting to creep into his system. ]

Hey mom, um... are you sure I can do this?

@splendiferous-spiderwebs

[drdelicatetouchreturns]

Can you become the amazon box meme image?? curious

Yes

Eys i cAN

(Take the pthers as a peace offering)

Leo's relaly good tho

//His ask replies are gonna be typed terribly for the sake of the arc