and i really liked this neon so

anonymous asked:

ok so I'm one of those people who doesn't think that k-pop shipps are real... but Is2g Taekook makes me doubt so much... they have a chimestry and something that screams "COUPLE" in neon lights. It makes me feel a bit bad sometimes, because I think it's just my mind making me act delulu... and also there's 0 possibilities of any of them coming out so... oh well, sorry for my rant (and my english). Your blog is awesome ♥

I get is bro, I get it. like some of the ships I ship I just know they ain’t actually together and that they’re probably just really close friends/ fanservice but idk the things taekook do sometimes really makes me think they’re real even though I’m all for not assuming anything idkidk

Y'know i realize jokers appearance and personality, old timey jokester in a suit, was mostly accurate for the time he was created, maybe like a decade or two off, but never really changed….

So like, Imagine a modern joker who’s just as much of a goofball as 40’s - 66 joker but wears bright neon clothes from the 80’s and 90’s and has a more modern sense of humor. Like he’s still a clown but all of his crimes play out like shitposts, he robs taco bells at midnight, get’s everywhere on a pair of heelies and orchestrated the clown epidemic of 2016

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“The hair thing is so emotional for me. About a year ago, I called my colorist and was like, “I’m going through so much emotionally. I need a reset. I need you to bleach my hair.” This has been really important for me, as a 27- and 28-year-old, to show myself every morning when I get up that I’m not someone who is going to live in the past. When it’s time for Neon Hayley to come back to life, she will. But right now, this is me.”

Young!remus Headcanons ll

You guys seemed to really like my headcanons, so I decided to make a part two! Enjoy!


-He has terrible posture. It makes him look much shorter than he actually is. 

-He has a great poker face, and that’s one of the reasons why he barely ever gets in trouble for the pranks. 

-He bites his nails until they bleed.

-Remus wears mismatched socks, but not the neon colored ones. Like the nude toned ones.

-He. Is. Always. Warm. Like he’s literally a human heater.

-He talks with hand motions all the time (especially when he gets very passionate about something).

-He is ridiculously messy. The other three marauders often have to clean up after him.

-He has the most painful death stare you’ll ever see.

-Cannot be woken up. No but really, you can try but there is no possible way that Remus is going to wake up until his body wants him to. He once slept through a wrestling match between James and Sirius (which are very loud).

-He prefers baths over showers 100% of the time.

-He falls asleep in classes ALL. THE. TIME.

-Very faded freckles. Like you can barely see them unless you’re a couple inches away from his face.

-He cries when he laughs super hard.

-He never does his hair so it was always SUPER tangled. The only thing he did to it was after a shower he would run his fingers through it.

-Has a very long eyelashes.

-His fingers. Do i need to say more?

-He’s left handed.

-He swears all the time.

-His wardrobe mostly consists of sweaters and skinny jeans.

-However, he wears the same three sweaters until they’re so worn out that they’re basically just pieces of material barely stuck together, then he buys three new sweaters [repeat].

-But he had an emotional attachment to each article so he never got rid of any.

-He’s hella angsty.

The hair thing is so emotional for me. About a year ago, I called my colorist and was like, “I’m going through so much emotionally. I need a reset. I need you to bleach my hair.” This has been really important for me, as a 27- and 28-year-old, to show myself every morning when I get up that I’m not someone who is going to live in the past. When it’s time for Neon Hayley to come back to life, she will. But right now, this is me.
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“The hair thing is so emotional for me. About a year ago, I called my colorist and was like, ‘I’m going through so much emotionally. I need a reset. I need you to bleach my hair.’ This has been really important for me, as a 27- and 28-year-old, to show myself every morning when I get up that I’m not someone who is going to live in the past. When it’s time for Neon Hayley to come back to life, she will. But right now, this is me.”

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Lapis redesign because I dislike her canon one. Specifically because of the fact she doesn’t really have any shapes that really DEFINE her, like Garnet = Squares, Amethyst = Circles, Peridot = Triangles ect, I associated her with a water drop shape cause…. y’know w a t e r.

Also got rid of the horrid neon blue colors and gave her speckles of yellow, like the ACTUAL LAPIS LAZULI GEM HAS. Why didn’t she have any sort of yellow incorporated into her design in the first place.

here i am again, at 3am, writing another poem about you. i don’t know what it is about this time of the night that inspires me to spill my soul on a blank canvas, but you’re probably the culprit. i blame you for giving me all these beautiful colors to paint the world with, i blame you for causing my heart to beat irregularly during regular conversation, i blame you for illuminating my senses like neon lights in a dark room, i blame you for giving me a different dimension of beauty that goes beyond the norm. so maybe the reason, i write at 3am is because when it gets really dark and quiet, and all i have to myself is my thoughts, the only thing that really makes sense is you, and the beautiful person that you are. and for that reason alone, 3am is becoming my favorite time of the day.
—  iambrillyant 

HEY, remember when I said the Splatoon au wasn’t probably coming back? WELP…. APPARENTLY SOMEONE SURPRISED ME WITH A NEW NEON SWITCH…. weEP… Thank you so much, it really means a lot… ; A ; So it looks like it’s back on!! (Tho it’ll be a while till I can make official content, I won’t receive it until the end of September, I think) Thank you !!!!

anonymous asked:

Aww we want to see your Afterdeath boy

Ya really want to????

well, ok. BUT IT’S WEIRD AND OLD AND WEIRD AND I HAD TO REDRAW HIM

(His name was red before he died. Now he is called Silver. Silvy as a nickname~)

Imma also post the others so you guys can cry with me–

SciFresh- Neon (She’s my precious mad scientist(?))

Cream- Hope (I just wanted to draw dat spear DKABSEGVLDX–)

Kustard- Plum 

They are the ones that were hidden in some random folder xD 

THEY ARE TRASH JUST LIKE ME

anonymous asked:

“Don’t be fucking rude Lucy heartfilia pls

Alcohol Is Not Lucy’s Friend, But Her Friends Are

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 2318

A/N; Sorry this took so long, been working on a few things at the same time and actually working lol! Enjoy!

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Oh my God Lucy you are such a meme!” Cana cackled, arm slung over Lucy’s shoulder as she tried to wedge her face between Lucy’s phone and her ear. “Besides, it’s girls night! That means no dicks!”

“Cana,” Levy sighed giving her a pointed look.

“Your dick is female, it doesn’t count. Now take your shot and spin the wheel of awkward sexual questions on your phone.”

“Does that mean Juvia’s beloved can join?”

“You know if you would just stop making everything about dick this would stop happening,” Lucy commented innocently, grinning at Cana’s disgruntled look. “You don’t even like dick.”

“Oh I like dick, just not what ninety percent of it is attached to.”

“Can you guys stop saying dick?” A tired voice asked from the phone. Lucy squeaked, shoving her hand in Cana’s face and pushing her so she fell backwards over the couch.

“Sorry Natsu,” Lucy sighed, glaring at her pack of giggling friends and making threatening gestures with her hand as she left the room. “You know how they are.”

“I did grow up with them,” he said dryly, Lucy hearing his smile in his voice.

“Then you should be used to the word dick,” Lucy teased, grinning at his scoff. ”Would you rather I say penis?”

“Oh Luce, you know I beat you at the penis game.” Natsu purred. Lucy was thankful that he was half a city away and not able to see her face, because that meant she didn’t have to suppress her shiver or stop herself from biting her lip at his deep voice. Yes, Lucy thought to herself, I’m sure you could definitely beat me with your dick.

Alrighty, that was a sign for her to stop taking every drink Cana offered her.

Time to stop being creepy about her best friend. “You wish,” she said instead of anything she might regret.

“Excuse you I totally won the round in the library yesterday!”

“Because I wasn’t playing,” Lucy huffed, smiling as she twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. “You and Gray started it, I just got kicked out alongside you!”

“Then maybe I was just imagining you screaming,” Natsu said, voice low and rough through the phone. Lucy’s heart stuttered, mouth suddenly going dry as her mind whirled.

“What?” she asked, clearing her throat awkwardly at how her own voice sounded. Thank God Cana was too busy climbing all over Kagura like some alcoholic cat.

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♬ a guide to tumblrcore ♬

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What is tumblrcore? I like to think of Tumblrcore as the tumblr equivalent to /mu/core or basically, bands that adhere to the tumblr aesthetic and therefore are extremely popular on this social media micro-blogging website.

Tumblrcore bands have a few features that they all share, such as clear and usually not subtle lyrics (Halsey is a great example of this) and a general tumblr aesthetic (e.g grunge, pastel). Due to this Tumblrcore bands have that distinctive style over substance look.

Tumblrcore bands’ lyrical content is often more darker than mainstream pop bands and often tackle subjects such as depression and abuse. Bands that write about the darker subject matters are often seen by bloggers as ‘anti pop’ so therefore

Due to this they often attract teenagers that are depressed and anxious, so (surprise, surprise) thus often go on tumblr where they have a creative outlet and can share experiences with others. For many tumblr users, music is often an outlet for their depression and anxiety, which is probably why you see so many ‘Twenty one pilots saved my life’ posts.

Many of the artists that are tumblr core have an active social media presence and are attractive proving that tumblr core artists can just be as manufactured as other more ‘mainstream’ pop artists.

Halsey

Why are they popular?

Halsey herself used to be a tumblr user and this has probably shapes her experience. As she is a bisexual and biracial woman her experiences often mirror other Tumblr users’. Her general asethetic also is really tumblr-like.

Key Tracks:

Now or never

Ghost


Lana Del Rey

Why are they popular?

Lana Del Rey has a distinctly dreamy aesthetic. She also sings about depresion in an idealized matter which attracts tumblr users with depression and anxiety. Her music also has a very dreamy quality to it.

Key Tracks:

Summertime Sadness

West Coast


The 1975

Why are they popular?

The 1975 sings about drugs, depression and breaking up. Their music is probably the most alternative and they experiment with many styles (such as shoegaze). They also have an active media presence and most members are attractive. They also adhere to the pink neon aesthetic that many blogs love

Key Tracks:

The Sound

Chocolate


Melanie Martinez

Why are they popular?

Melanie Martinez is one of the more weirder tumblr core artist and is one of the few musicians that I really do think is directly targeted towards the tumblr demographic. She talks about darker topics so her fans are generally people who feel like they are different and feel like pop music is not dark enough.

Key Tracks:

Dollhouse

Mrs Potato Head


Twenty One Pilots

Why are they popular?

They talk about depression, which will certainly attract like minded people. However they are often said to be ‘romanticizing mental iullness’ by the feminist side of tumblr and there popularity had dropped. Twenty One Pilots also fills the hole of MCR.

Key Tracks:

Lane Boy

Stressed Out


Marina and the Diamonds

Why are they popular?

Marina has a very unique voice and has great concept albums. She also talks about depression and the materialism of today’s society which is a belief shared with many teenagers on tumblr. She is also friends witch tumblr heavyweight Lana Del Rey

Key Tracks:

Mowgli’s road

Froot

Other

K.Flay

Hey Violet

LANY

Troye Sivan

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Ok so a small addition to the Colorblinf Flug thing I wrote:

Flug’s been colorblind for about a year before he gets the goggles. And hes forgotten how bright somethngs were, like the chemicals he uses, or just how white the lab really is.

But he also forgot how bright all of his friends were.

He forgot just how much neon Demencia wore, and it makes him smile to see how much her outfit really matches her bright attitude. He forgot how calming the blue fur of 505 can be just to look at, and he’s so greatful to be able to see that again.

And then there’s Black Hat.

The man always wears so much black and grey, so it’s not like seeing him in only black and white changed much for Flug. But there were those colors that made him unique. The bright crimsion of his dress shirt, the whites on his shoes.

And definatly the teeth. The neon green teeth. He forgot how much they really glowed when you saw their color.

But there was one thought that Flug had the first time he saw Black Hat with color again.

“I already liked you in black and white, but seeing all the colors on you again? It makes you looks even better than you did before.”

He never voiced this, but he was happy to have the colors back in his sights, if only to see the green flash of a smile on Black Hat’s face, even if it was small.

He had missed that.

College AU Part 3

written by @krispetrimberly @luraelis @wondergays @wayhauhgt @catyz101 @penvision 

-Trini finds the lgbt group and feels like she belongs for the second time in her life

-Kimberly goes with her because there is too much gay interested in my woman

-Billy, Jason, and Zack all start to go, too


-Zack secretly signs Kim and Trini up for the acapella group

-“Sure you could be mad at me BUT REMEMBER THAT TIME TRINI GOT BILLY DRUNK. So signing you up for acapella really isn’t that bad”

-The boys are very supportive at their shows and competitions

-Zack and Jason are almost banned from coming

-Jason whistles really loud and has an obnoxious sign in the front row and waves it up and no one behind them can see. It reads in neon colors and glitter: “Trimberly is the Best!”  

-Zack is way too loud in the audience

-“THAT SMALL ONE IS MY BEST FRIEND AND THE TALL ONE IS THE GIRL SHE BANGS SO HARD WE ALMOST GOT KICKED OUTTA THE DORMS. I LOVE THEM”

-“You like that range you should have heard them last night. Trini can go higher”

-“See what you can do when you’re not fucking people actually enjoy your voice and are not praying for it to stop”

-The usher is like “sir please sit down the show hasn’t even started yet”


-Trini breaks up with Kim because she sees all of the people interested in her and feels like Kim has so many more options.

-Kim’s understanding of the break up was that she broke up with Trini because Trini forgot their anniversary…it was a temporary thing

-Kim tries to make Trini understand that she doesn’t want a perfect person

-She just wants her small angry girlfriend

-They stay broken up for a week

-The whole dorm walks on eggshells around them

-“What the fuck do we do?” “Someone get Zack and Jason here now”

-The break up hits the group so hard that they can’t morph after that happens

-Tommy convinces Trini by explaining that Kim is the love of her life. Love means listening to the other person. Kim chose Trini. So she should respect her decision and get back together with her

-Kim gets hurt since they can’t morph, and then Trini snaps out of it.

-Kim’s roommate the morning after they get back together “how the hell did you break your bedframe?” (Kim broke it)


-Alpha five shows up on campus to find out what the fuck is going on

-and everyone on campus is like “wow the robotics club really outdid themselves”

-Everyone assumes Billy built him and they just go with it

-Jason has to walk behind him to pretend that he’s controlling him, Billy explaining on the side

-Jason hits alpha when he acts too sentient only to get punched back

-“They’re re-enacting Star Wars bro. That’s why the Lil robot punched him”


-During finals week they have all-nighter study sessions in each other’s dorms and take over the lounge and a corner of the library

-They stock up on energy drinks and snacks

-Zack is quiet all week until Trini comments on how nice it is

-Then he won’t shut up

-A few professors say that they can have one note card of notes

-Billy writes all of their note cards because he has the smallest, cleanest handwriting

-Except for Zack’s; Zack tries to overlap his notes with blue and red pen and use old paper 3D glasses to read them

-Someone wrecks Billy’s notes while they are studying in the library

-He gets really angry and upset

-It takes awhile, but Jason is able to calm him down


-Trini and Kim kiss in front of the RAs at the end of the year confusing the shit out of them with a shouted “I told you punks!” by Kim’s RA

part 1

part 2

dazzle me. ((jondami))

i was listening to this song and a idea came to mind. ‘’you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights, and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight. not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill.’’ -dazzle, oh wonder. 2.7K+ words.

   Damian’s fascinated, utterly hypnotized.

And it’s all the fault of one special Kryptonian.

He doesn’t do love, what’s the point? It makes you weak. Gives people a way to get right through your armor and shatter you in a way that nothing else does. His mother explained that to him many a time. He had listened to her stories as a child.

There was someone once, someone that she had truly loved. Ra had found out. He killed them right in front of her. She vowed never to love again. It was foolishness. 

Damian learned from her mistake just like she wanted him to.

‘‘You will never let yourself sink as low as petty humans. You, my son, deserve a god for you will be one someday with this mighty empire of ours.’’ She spoke, it was a miracle she was giving him the slightest of affection, running her nimble fingers through his hair. For a moment, he believed that he saw love in her eyes. Then she steeled, abruptly standing up from her seat beside him. ‘’We need to cut your hair at once.’’

And that was that.

He never loved, scoffed at admirers, pretended to retch at the romantic scenes in the movies Dick was so fond of watching. Poked fun at the silly novels he occasionally caught Jon reading.

Then puberty happened.

Hormones, hormones, hormones.

He was laying back on his bed. Titans Tower was completely deserted. Everyone hadn’t yet come back from the holiday break. Not that he blamed them. The ones who didn’t have family simply stayed with another of the teens. 

Damian had come back as soon as the clock struck midnight, announcing the presence of the new year. 

He stared at the ceiling, trying to count exactly how many bumps were on the roof of his room. The Titans had repainted his room, which had been a chipped, bloody mess. He was grateful, but none of them had any futures in designing rooms or anything of the sort. Some paint was layered, to cover the dark crimson stains, and you could tell the difference right away.

He said nothing.

He was restless. He couldn’t get to sleep, no matter which way he turned, or punched his pillow. He tried sleeping on his stomach, but that was just uncomfortable in so many ways. Plus, he didn’t feel like getting accidentally turned on which was happening quite frequently nowadays.

‘‘It’s perfectly normal-’‘ Dick crooned. ‘‘Another word and I will smother you in your sleep.’‘ Damian interrupted.

Robin sighed. It was so quiet without any members of his team. Usually there was at least one insomniac hanging out in the living room, watching some sort of program on the TV, which Damian could hear from his bedroom.

Not today. 

A ear-piercing sound rang in the air.

He shot up in bed, blindly going for his suit, pulling it on in record breaking time.

Adjusting the mask as he went, he ran out to the living room.

‘INTRUDER ALERT’ flashed across the screen and the wail continued.

What, the Tower was impossible to break into. He had been making sure of it. Great, now he had to say that the Tower was nearly impossible to break into. 

Goddammit.

He started pressing buttons to at least stop the sound so he could figure out where the hell this intruder was, so he could beat the living hell out of them. He was a bit antsy.

Then, the alarm stopped.

He glanced down at the electronic keyboard and found that he hadn’t pressed enter yet. 

Damian froze.

‘‘Sorry ‘bout that, I slipped up on the last number in the code.’‘ A voice came from behind him. A laugh as well, a low one that managed to make his heart beat the slightest bit faster. Not that he would ever acknowledge it.

Damian tucked away the batarang that had been taken out in the blink of an eye. 

He turned around, seeing Superboy vault over the couch. 

Jon placed his feet over the top of the couch as his head hung off the couch, strands of hair coming loose with gravity and framing his oh so perfect blue eyes and delicate, dull pink lips. Ones that were forming a word.

–you’ve got diamonds in your eyes tonight–

‘‘-me.’‘ Jon was smiling at him, it sent an unfamiliar warmth through him and he had to fight back a shiver. 

Pathetic.

‘‘Huh?’‘ Had he really been so distracted by the boy hanging upside down?

No. Yes. 

‘‘Nothing,’‘ Jon laughed. ‘‘What’s up?’‘

The question snapped the youngest Wayne out of his daze and back to his senses.

‘‘What’s up?’’ Damian mocked. ‘’How the heck did you manage to get into my secure building? Why are you here? What is the meaning of this?’’

‘‘Pretty sure that it doesn’t belong to you and one question at a time, please.’‘ A lopsided grin. 

He hid his reaction to it, waving his hand so the keyboard disappeared, leaving the coffee table just that. A plain table.

‘‘Okay, then answer them.’‘

‘‘Someone’s grouchy. Ooh, an apple.’‘ Jon sat up, grabbing the fruit from the bowl placed there. He made a face after biting into it. ‘‘Ours are better.’‘ He gingerly set it down on the table.

Damian rolled his eyes. ‘’I’m waiting, Kent.’’

‘‘Really, Wayne?’’ 

Nope. He noped everything. This was karma, had to be.

He watched in silence as Jon lent forward, placing his somehow soft fingers on the side of his face, it was unusual and it took him off guard. His own hands were rough from years of handling his equipment. Little cuts littered them. Permanent.

Breath hitched in his throat.

Why was he reacting like this?

Then, Jon’s fingers brushed higher up and they pulled at his mask, successfully removing it. He pulled back, casually dropping the thing in his lap.

‘‘There, so much better.’‘ The shaggy haired teen smoothed out the creases in the mask.

Damian let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

‘‘So, now to answer your many questions.’‘ Jon waved his hands around in a flourish and Damian found himself staring at their every twitch.

Huh, he has really pretty hands. 

He found himself wanting to get into contact with them once again. 

‘‘Kon gave me the code by the way, so don’t worry. Your security is still perfectly intact.’‘

‘‘Of course it is, I built it.’‘ The vigilante responded with a huff.

Jon tilted his head back in a laugh, and Damian should have found that offensive but he was trapped. 

Enthralled by the way Jon’s eyes shut when he did so, a sense of disappointment stirring in Damian when he could no longer view the wonderful shade of blue, lips curling upwards, collarbones just about showing from the top of his hoodie that wasn’t zipped all the way to the top, and it being yanked up a bit when he brought up a hand to muffle a laugh, exposing some of the beautiful pale skin right underneath his navel.

–dazzle me, dazzle me–

Whatever deity existed, they were torturing him. 

The one across from him took a moment to calm, taking a deep breath in and then out.

‘‘I’m-,’‘ Superman’s son snickered again, ‘‘fine.’‘ He waved his hand in dismissal of the laugh that had just occurred. ‘‘Listen, I was in the area, and Kon told me you were hanging around here alone. Thought I would keep you company.’‘ There was a pause. 

Damian didn’t know why but his heart pounded with fear, drowning out any other noise.

‘‘…And maybe we could talk about what happened at my party?’‘

And there it was.

‘‘Damian, c’mon,’‘ Jon whined, bringing a smile to Damian’s lips. ‘‘It’s my fifteenth, we’re here to have fun. Not lurk in a corner and be depressing.’‘

‘‘It’s what I do best.’‘ He replied, and full lips formed into a adorable pout.

He didn’t like parties, and Clark and Bruce, God knows how those two conspired to do this, had thrown the biggest one ever. They had left once it started, trusting the boys to not let anything get too out of hand.

‘‘Well, we’re dancing.’‘ Jon spoke, a certainty in his voice.

–give me neon lights–

‘‘No way.’‘ He scoffed, settling in on the couch.

‘‘It’s my birthday, I get exactly what I want.’‘

Damian didn’t understand why that sentence affected him so much.

He let Jon pull him up, dragging him into the fray.

Swarms of warm, teen bodies. They didn’t know half these people but it didn’t matter right now. The smell of sweat, and excitement buzzing in the air like electricity, his veins absorbing it.

–see the plastic life through my bloodshot eyes–

They fumbled, awkwardly stepping, not really knowing what to do but that made it better. 

–you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights– 

Jon kept getting closer and closer.

He didn’t notice.

–and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight–

They stepped on each other’s toes a couple of times.

Jon was swaying, and was humming along to the beat with his eyes shut. 

‘‘Having fun there?’‘

Red colored the boy’s cheeks, as if he’d been caught.

A blush (?) 

He stuck out his tongue at Damian, childish.

They broke out laughing.

Quiet.

‘‘You’re looking at me like that again.’‘ Blue eyes, narrowed. Calculating.

‘‘Like what?’‘ The Arabian male said, confused. 

‘‘I dunno, It’s just-’‘ Jon shook his head. ‘‘I should shut up.’‘

‘‘No, really. Like what?’‘

Raven hair fell into his eyes as Jon stared down at his worn out sneakers.

He mumbled something, but Damian didn’t catch it with how loud the conversations around them were.

A fist gripped his shirt, balling it up. Damian thought that Jon was going to punch him for a second and he went to remove the hand.

Jon was faster.

A rough tug to the front of his shirt, and lukewarm lips crashed against his slightly chapped ones.

–not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill–

A weird sounding noise escaped his mouth, and the grip on his shirt loosened but the hand remained there, pressing against his chest.

The other was brought up, skimming the back of his neck.

–living in the moment, paying for the kill–

His eyes fluttered closed, body relaxing in way he didn’t know was possible.

Damian had no idea how to respond so he just did. No thinking.

Hands on Jon’s waist, fingers curling into the belt loops on his jeans, tugging.

More, more, more.

Him, him, him.

Invading his thoughts, poisoning his mind until there was nothing else.

–i am wild alive, i am wild alive–

His head started to feel dizzy, and with irony he remembered, ‘I need air,’ and pulled back, although Jon was hesitant to let him go, and gave a whimper.

They stared at each other, eyes going wide as if only now realizing what they had just done.

‘‘Oh my God, I’m-’‘ Jon began but Damian’s mouth was already back on his, muting any further words.

–golden grill of sadness, mid-life wasted youth–

The rest of the night was a blur.

They broke apart, snuck away from the crowd. 

They made their way onto the roof, and talked. Nothing about what had just happened. Just…life.

–there’s a human in your heart of hearts–

There was a new feeling in the air between them, however. 

Damian liked it.

–hiding true colors made you fall apart–

The party ended, and Jon went home while Damian helped clean up the mess left behind by everyone.

‘‘What about it?’‘ Damian’s voice sounded choked, even to him. Scared, even. He talked fast. ‘‘There’s nothing to talk about. Absolutely nothing.’‘

‘‘It’s been three months, we ought to talk about it sometime.’‘ Jon’s voice was soft, as if trying to lure a frightened animal from their hiding place.

–throwing fire, trying to make it right–

‘‘No, we don’t.’’ Damian continued stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, purposely avoiding his friend’s eyes which were probably giving him the signature Jon Kent look.

If you thought puppy dog eyes were bad, Jon’s version of them were the absolute worst and could get anyone to do anything.

Hence, why Damian refused to look Jon in the eye. He’d give in.

Jon threw up his hands in frustration, giving a long, annoyed exhale.

–always ends up like this, always gonna lose–

‘‘Fine! How about I talk, and you listen?’‘

Damian didn’t respond.

‘‘What, was I that bad a kisser or something? Is that why you’ve refused to partner up with me on anything unless told to, huh? Do you just not like me? A fluke, a mistake. You could have just told me instead of being a, a, thing about it! If I remember correctly, you kissed me back! That’s gotta mean something. Doesn’t it?” His voice got progressively quieter, more shaky as he went on, as if he were scared to have a answer to his many questions.

It almost hurt to hear him ramble.

‘‘Opposite.’‘

Jon stopped, anger still visible in his eyes, and the way his hands were clenched at his sides. 

Damian groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head into his hands.

‘‘Explain it to me then.’‘ A unspoken plead was in his eyes and that did it for Damian.

‘‘I-I got scared, alright? It’s not just everyday that your best friend for five years kisses you! I didn’t want to, didn’t want to ruin it, okay? I’ve freaking done things but what if me, me being me is the thing that makes that disappear? That’s a heck of a lot worse. So,I distanced, maybe you’d forget all about it.’‘ Damian’s voice rose and lowered throughout his rant, shouting and then dropping into a barely audible whisper that would have gone unheard if not for Jon’s super hearing.

Jon looked at him and gave a bitter laugh. Nothing like the one that made warmth flush to his cheeks and his heart thump that much faster.

‘‘I was the one who kissed you, don’t you think that means anything? I know you. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.’‘

‘‘Don’t you mean, was?’’ Damian said.

Jon looked at him, a determined expression on his face.

‘‘No.’‘

And then he kissed him, again. 

This time was much different. It wasn’t sped up, this was drawn out.

Slow.

The other was pent up feelings being let out, this one was expression.

Damian found himself returning it, before he even realized what he was doing. 

A hand cupped his cheek and Damian gave a content sigh against Jon’s mouth. He tangled his hands in the shaggy mess that was Jon’s hair, gently pulling on the strands.

Hands were on his chest now, moving.

Blunt nails dug into his back, not enough to hurt, but he definitely felt the pressure.

Jon pulled away this time, red plastered on his cheeks, lips slightly swollen.

Their foreheads resting together as they caught their breaths, panting.

‘‘Well-’‘

‘‘That was something.’‘ Jon deadpanned.

‘‘Agreed.’‘ Damian nodded.

They laughed in unison, clutching each other’s shirts while they howled with laughter. 

They calmed, but didn’t move from where they were.

Jon wrapped his finger around a small silver chain that had a tiny cat pendant, he had gifted him it the Christmas before, saying that it had reminded him of Alfred, Damian’s cat that is.

‘‘You kept it.’‘

‘’Why wouldn’t I?’‘

‘‘It seemed that you didn’t like it.’‘

‘‘Oh, well I do. I like it, since it came from you, and I like you.’‘ The words were just slipping out of his mouth by now, and holy- Jon looked so pretty like this, all flushed and out of breath and wow. He really needed to make him look like this more often. ‘’You’re even more pretty up close.’’

Jon couldn’t possibly have gotten more red, but he did, ducking his head.

‘‘Yeah, same goes for me.’‘ He murmured.

‘‘What was that?’‘ Damian teased.

‘‘I like you too. There, happy.’‘ He looked up, meeting Damian’s lovesick gaze.

‘‘Yes.’‘

–dazzle me, dazzle me–


fin.

  • Someone: What are your goals? Where do you wanna be in 5 years?
  • Me: Okay so hear me out so,,, um,,, I'll have a neon sign.
  • Them: Oh, like for your own business?
  • Me: Oh, no, just a neon sign. That's all. I just really want a neon sign. Don't even care what it says.