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Got That Ambition, Baby update schedule: (barring any other surprises)

Dec 24th - "and so it continues..."

Dec 31st - "now with special guest star!"

Jan 7th - "now that's a ballgame, folks"

Jan 14th - "and the plot thickens"

Jan 21st - "dawn of the final day"

Jan 24th- "the stinger"

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More fake screenshots! These are really fun to make.

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Magdalene Visaggio’s rejected proposal for Kon

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under the high noon sun

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little fic about tim's love language being contingency plans

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The thing is, Tim has a way of attacking Kon’s problems like a puzzle. Like a riddle, waiting to be solved. 

Tim’s plans also don’t involve much feeling, usually, even if the issue is purely an emotional one. While Tim is decent at listening and empathizing, at a certain point he always gets his Robin face on. A signal that, while he’s still certainly listening, there’s a chemical reaction in his brain, completely out of his control, that activates his detective skills. His problem-solving skills. 

It has taken Kon a combined two lifetimes, four years, five collective identities, and two–maybe three?–timelines, but Kon has finally gotten Tim to at least ask before starting to strategize. But lately, Tim has undergone some personal growth, and Kon is starting to wonder if, perhaps, he has learned to not even ask. To instead, politely wait for a signal – a sign, an invitation, even– that said advice is actually wanted. 

Kon would like to take the credit for training him, he really would. But he has a feeling he’s only one of many factors. 

Today, Kon is sitting face-down on Tim’s bed. Krypto sits on top of Kon’s back, the world’s most powerful emotional support dog pinning him in place. Preventing him, more like, from leaving before he's gotten all his complicated, messy, unwanted feelings out. Also preventing him from looking up at his boyfriend before Kon is done feelings-dumping, because otherwise Kon just won't finish talking, and it will go unsaid.

So Kon can’t see it; he can't see the detective face for himself. Can’t verify, for sure, absolutely, 100%, that TIm’s detective face is on. 

But he knows it’s there. 

He’s just spent half an hour talking about his latest identity crisis. Of course Tim’s detective face is on. It’s probably been on since minute two. 

However, Tim is also running his fingers through Kon’s hair, and making the occasional appropriate comment, always generous and rational and kind, always active listening, and– listen, Kon isn’t immune to the soft victim support voice. He’s definitely not immune to the Robin leader voice, but the softer, empathetic, gentle one Tim uses with people who need help? And when it bleeds in so subtly into his regular speaking voice that it’s not immediately obvious that’s where he pulling it from? 

Incredible. Show-stopping. Kon could listen to it all day, if he wasn’t the one monopolizing the conversation by info-dumping all his problems. 

Finally though, he finishes the garbled, soft, self-deprecating speech about how he’ll never be completely free of Lex’s braingook (yes, that is the scientific name for it, thank-you-very-much) and how that means he’s always going to have a chip on his shoulder until Lex dies and even then Kon’s going to have to worry about some secret chip in his brain that transfers Lex’s consciousness to his or what-the-fuck-ever. 

He can hear the comment Tim wants to make. The unspoken, soft little, 'You know, we could probably test you for that... A chip would definitely show up on an MRI...'

Instead, Tim only pauses the briefest, softest moment. “...That must be really stressful for you, worrying about that.” 

Kon looks up, just a little. Sees Tim’s best poker face. 

Then sighs, and bids the victim comfort voice goodbye. “Okay, I give in,” he says, and moves to cross his arms in Tim’s lap instead. Krypto lets out an annoyed little huff at being jostled from Kon's back, but he soon hops off Kon’s back and moves to lay at his side instead. Kon rubs him behind the ears, Krypto butts his head against his hand, and all is well again. “C’mon, out with it.”

“Hm? Out with what?” Tim asks, still in the same plaintive tone. “What do you mean?” 

“Relax, you can stop the sympathy. I know you want to start strategizing how to solve all my problems,” Kon says, and leans up in what he hopes is a very kissable position, because he really wants one. “You’ve suffered enough, I know you’ve already thought through eighteen different plans.” 

Tim lets out a shuddering breath, immediately sagging his shoulders. “Thank you,” he says, sounding exhausted. Distracted, and clearly already thinking of how to phrase his plans, he meets Kon halfway for a kiss. It's even a proper kiss, soft and sweet, and it really does make Kon feel better. Then, to his surprise, Tim also presses a more tender one just between his brows. “I really do empathize, though. Just so you know. This isn’t me not empathizing. But I mean, if you're giving me explicit permission it's not like I haven't been starting to think about how we could test for these and help you stop worrying about them-” 

Kon shakes his head, fond and sweet. “I know. Your love language is solving people’s problems for them, I've accepted this about you."

Tim looks the tiniest bit offended. "I- that's not a love language."

"It is for you," Kon says. Then, he grins, looking up at his boyfriend through his lashes. "So come on. If it's your love language... Show me you love me.” 

Tim’s cheeks bloom red. But he smiles instead of shying away, then runs his fingers through Kon’s hair again, gentle and sweet. “Get comfortable then, because I’ve got a lot of- love to show. To finish the metaphor, I mean. There’s only five so far, but number three is kind of complicated, you're going to want to take notes, but I could summarize it again for you afterwards, when you're less cozy-”

Yeah, Kon thinks. There’s no denying how much Tim loves him. He might be a strategist at heart, but Tim also wouldn’t make immediate contingency plans for just anyone, either. 

Kon curls up on Tim’s lap soon after, with Krypto snuggled up onto his chest. As long as Tim keeps stroking his hair, Kon doesn’t mind the clinical approach to his problems. It’s nice to have a boyfriend who can both meet him where he’s at, and say what he really feels. Even nicer, he thinks, to know that it’s all coming from a place of genuine affection. 

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#Kryptober Day 5 - Natasha Irons

IDK my allergies are killing me I might come back and redo this XD

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As a Kansan I have a Very Strong Random Opinion regarding Superman that probably no one cares about but buckle up cuz you're gonna get it anyway: The Kent farm should be depicted as growing WHEAT, NOT CORN. Sounds like a totally inconsequential detail, right? But hear me out – this is actually important imo for the sake of accuracy, aesthetics, and symbolism.

• It's the quintessential Kansas crop. That's why we're the "Wheat State" and the "Breadbasket of the World". Corn is grown here too, yes, but wheat is the #1 crop. As a Kansan, whenever I see corn on the Kent farm, I think "Uhh, they have us confused with Nebraska." 😒

• Wheat shines golden in the sun, which is just too fitting for a sun-god-esque character. It also makes peaceful, soothing waves in the wind (which isn't really important, it's just nice).

•Most importantly, wheat (like Clark, and *unlike* corn!) is not actually native to Kansas. It was brought here by Mennonite refugee/immigrants in the 1870s. Strict pacifists, they came here from Ukraine to avoid forced military service and to flee extreme (essentially genocidal) violence for their nonviolent beliefs. They were expert farmers who just wanted lead simple lifestyles & live in peace.

That simple, hard-working Kansas farmer life that Jonathan & Martha represent? That comes from Mennonites.

"To the peace loving Mennonites, the worst blow of all came in 1871 with the passage of a universal military service act. The bearded patriarchs of their churches sent a delegation of elders and prominent leaders to St. Petersburg to seek exemption. Some of the members of the commission that was drafting the new law had never heard of the doctrine of nonresistance, and expressed incredulity and skepticism that any group could be naive enough to believe and practice it.

One commissioner asked Elder Leonhard Suderman, “And what would you do if your enemy came to fight you?”

“I would approach him, extend my hand, and embrace him, but would not kill him,” replied Suderman. His answer greatly amused the cynical official."

Source

Doesn't that statement from Suderman (name spelling is a fun coincidence) sound like our boy Clark? And doesn't the official's cynicism sound like Lex, convinced that Superman’s claims of pure intentions must be virtue signaling to hide some nefarious plan for world domination?

I'm just saying, if Clark was a real person, there is zero doubt in my mind that he would know and be influenced by Mennonite neighbors & friends. At the very least, he would have learned about Mennonites in middle school, which is when our public schools teach Kansas history. [He also would have learned about John Brown then, and my personal headcanon is that he would have admired both and forged a middle path for himself, but I digress.]

One final thought: while the impact of wheat and Mennonites on Kansas history is important and absolutely deserving of a subtle nod of recognition in Superman stories, I also want to acknowledge that it's even more important to recognize the Jewish origins of Superman, his values, & history. That erasure is more upsetting, but I'm not Jewish myself and don't feel qualified to speak on that. I'm not Mennonite either, but grew up in a heavily Mennonite community and have definitely been impacted by that culture.

Anyway, thanks for reading my weird info dump about Supes, wheat, and Kansas history. If you have any idea how to help me get this in front of James Gunn , I'm all ears! ���️

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ACK I FROGOT NO NO NO AAAAAAAAAAAAAKCKKKKKKK

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trying to make dc have tim give up the robin mantle like a dog with a toy and their owner trying to take it like oh! haha now hand over the— no we have to go we can’t be here forever—No, no put that down hey! hey :) just hand it over….NO!!

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Most of the Cassies i drew from eldest to most recent <3

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It’s the Bat!

Well, batgirl to be exact.

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HAPPY MY DEARLY DEPARTED DAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Everyone say thank you @cryptocism !!!!!!!

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Magical girl Superman is my favourite

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Magical girl Superman is my favourite