come back to me now please

[Snuffles, you idiot! - Sirius Black x Reader]

I am back from my few days of writers’ block torture and I decided that I’d have a go with a different Marauder tonight so here’s Snuffles for you. I hope you enjoy my shitty writing!
Warnings- None. This ain’t a lemon, honey.
Word Count- 1037
Please don’t repost/plagiarise.

“Y/N! Your boyfriend is being an idiot again!” Remus complained and you smiled, bopping him on the nose.
“Remmy, when is my boyfriend not being an idiot?” You asked and he shrugged. “What has he done now?”
“Come with me,” Remus sighed, pressing his bookmark within the pages of his book. You did the same and followed him out of the library, dreading to see what situation he managed to get himself into.
Everyone had expected you to date Remus instead. Initially, so had you. The two of you had a lot in common; you read frequently, you both enjoyed and excelled in your classes, and you were both so adorably shy.
SO, cue the shocked whispers and confused glances when you strode around school holding hands with Sirius Black, who could only be described as your polar opposite. You didn’t care that you were so different, you only cared when he interrupted your precious reading time or stole from your sacred chocolate stash.
You walked along the corridors and out onto the school grounds alongside Remus, twirling your wand between your fingers as you grew nearer and nearer to the forbidden forest.
“What the hell is he doing in there?” You muttered and Remus didn’t answer, instead choosing to lead you unknowingly into the depths of the forest.
Dead leaves and twigs crackled under your feet, sunlight streaming down in between the gaps in the foliage above. Few birds tweeted as many were scared to enter within the forest, in fear of becoming the snack of a certain werewolf or other beast.
“Remus,” You groaned and he looked down at you, an amused twinkle in his brown eyes. “Can I shift please?” You batted your eyes at him and he waved his hand, motioning for you to continue.
You jumped up and down excitedly before closing your eyes and letting calm spread from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You started to shrink in size and you bent over, your bone structure clicking and changing until you were built to walk on four legs instead of two. Your nose elongate into a thin snout and blonde fur sprouted along your body. Your ears enlarged and sat on top of your head and you bounced around, a happy little fennec fox on the forest floor.
“We’re not far away now,” Remus chuckled, stumbling as you wove your way between his feet in a figure-8 motion.
You bounded after the tall boy, taking moments to take in the details that you were only close enough to see in your Animagus form. You observed the butterflies sitting on the edges of leaves, you chased the mice at the base of tree trunks and you barked up at a squirrel, you scuttled off soon after that in fear.
Remus picked you up and cradled you gently as he continued to walk along, ignoring your nips at his hand for him to set you down.
“If you don’t stop playing around we’re all going to miss dinner,” He rolled his eyes and you huffed, Turning your head away from him.
“Finally! My rescue team has arrived!” You heard a voice cheer and you snapped your head up, staring incredulously at the state of your boyfriend.
He was stuck half way in a fence, his front half stuck between two of the wooden beams. He grinned at you lazily and struggled against Remus who dropped you to the ground once you had nipped him a little too hard.
“Bloody Hell, was that necessary?” Remus hissed you looked up at him innocently as he stared at the bite bark on his hand.
“You know who impatient she is, mate,” Sirius replied and you snorted at him, shifting back into your human form.
“Considering we’re the only people who can get you out of your little situation right now, I suggest you pipe down on the smart-ass comments,” You snapped and he smirked at you, raising an eyebrow.
“Great to see you too, babe,” Sirius winked at you and you rolled your eyes, your cheeks flaming.
“How the hell did this even happen? You could have walked around the fence instead of trying to run through it, dumb ass,” You said and it was Sirius’ turned to blush. He looked at the ground and his hair fell in front of his face as you and Remus stared at him impatiently, waiting for an answer.
“I-uh-well, you see…” He trailed off and you motioned with your hand for him to continue. “I was c-chasing a fox in my Animagus form and it jumped through the gaps in this fence and I tried to follow it but I was a bit too big as I got stuck. I changed back to see if I could get out as the one and only Sirius Black, but that just made me even more stuck and now I can’t move,” He stuttered and you giggled at his crestfallen expression.
“Snuffles, you idiot,” You laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “Remus, you grab his legs and try to pull him out and I’ll push on his shoulders. Just tell us if we’re hurting you,” You warned and your boyfriend nodded, bracing himself.
You pushed on his shoulders whilst Remus pulled his legs and you slowly managed to wedge him out from within the fence. He squeaked in pain a few times when he got splinters along his arms but you just rolled your eyes and pulled them out, whilst resuming ‘Sirius Black Rescue no. 48’.
“Thanks for that, guys,” Sirius panted once he stumble out the other side, a few twigs in his hair. You pulled them out for him whilst he threw an arm over your shoulder.
“Good thing we can sneak into the kitchens,” Remus stared, looking down at his watch.
You had missed dinner after all.

47 Random Things About SYTYCD (S12E1)

1.  Oh God.  I haven’t done this in two years.  I don’t remember how to do this.

2.  I should have known that fucking “Scars” song would be the first one used on the show this season, goddammit.

3.  Cat Deeley are you fucking kidding me with this canvas button dress, what the goddamn fuck.

4.  We’re one minute thirty seconds in and I’ve already heard Mary Murphy scream four times. Please pray for my ears.

5.  Oh right, that’s how I do this.  Okay, I’m good now.

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Theory: I’m being mocked by the ghost in our apartment over chiding the others about locking the door.

Never until two months ago did the front door regularly swing open on its own, and it’s been happening in the wake of several of us. One of the times, one of the cats escaped and then realized he was terribly lost, and his howling got our attention and he was SO happy to come back inside. Just now I shut the door but it swung back open for me, too, and the cats were getting curious although at this point they more than know they will not enjoy the outdoor hallway.

Dear ghost, PLEASE stop trying to let the cats loose. They are genuinely unhappy outside of the apartment and it really, really isn’t funny anymore. >_>

Why the fuck do people on Tumblr think that aces and aros never question or think about where our orientations come from? I swear to god, it is so hard to find people to follow who blog about other queer stuff aren’t just about to pull some aph/obic bullshit about how we are all evil and/or have internalized hom/ophobia out of their asses. Believe me, I’ve spent more time worrying about these things than you ever could, so maybe back the fuck off? UGH I am so irritated right now! Please just leave my dysphoric ass in peace to find whatever comfort I can in these labels.

Bulletproof Monk

Witnessed in my friend’s campaign.

Friend of mine asked the GM if his friend could join our campaign. Graduated with a bachelors in fine arts and my friend thought he would bring interesting role-play to our games. So all of us start thinking to ourselves “this guys gonna be at Bard” but we were all surprised to find he actually was a Monk.

And not just a monk. The Bob Ross of monks. The nicest yet simultaneously the most terrifying character we’d ever witnessed. This is the story of how he beat the first serious boss of our campaign.

We were pinned behind cover vs a Gunslinger.

Gunslinger: “Come out. Come out. Wherever you are SO I CAN SHOOT YOU!”

Party talks about what to do and Monk is silent.

Then, as we are talking, he yells, “Ok. I’ll come out, but you better make that shot count!”

Monk OOC: “So there’s about 40 ft between me and him right?”

GM: “Yeah, and your speed would let you get there.”

Monk OOC: “Ok, but I deliberately want to walk slow enough so he gets a chance to shoot me.”

GM: “Uh, ok. Sure.”

Monk going towards him slowly: “Show me what you’ve got.”

Gunslinger: “You’re some kind of stupid, boy!” *Shoots*

GM: “That’s a hit. You take.”

Monk OOC: “I use Snatch Arrows.”

GM: “Wait…does that work on bullets?”

-One Rulebook Check later-

GM: “Ok so the rifle goes off and *Monk* reaches up faster than any of you can see and catches the bullet with two fingers. *Gunslinger* turns white as a sheet.”

Monk then proceeds to walk up and take a seat next to the guy, putting an arm around his shoulders while holding the bullet in his other hand.

Monk: “Hey, friend. Looks like you almost lost this. Good thing I grabbed it for you, huh? Why don’t you put the gun down before you lose any more?”

Monk OOC: “In case it’s not clear that’s an intimidate.”

GM: “Ok, roll for me.”

Nat 20

GM: “Of course it is. *Gunslinger* immediately puts his gun down in front of him and actually starts crying.”

Monk patting Gunslinger’s back: “Aw, there, there buddy. You almost got me. Why don’t you come with us now? Hands behind your back please. I’d hate to have to chase you.”

Our Wizard OOC to my friend: “So why did you never tell us your friend was Ace Ventura?”


You know he muerto

I´ve finally fully devoted myself to draw some Klance ( Because I ship it as hard as Lance is right now! ), and here it is for all your thirsty needs! 

I bet this has been done before but the Palpatine meme was a must to draw :D (The thirst is strong with this one)

Plus I´m pretty sure that Lance has a soft spot for everyone that talks to him in spanish… And a soft spot as well for that toned body indeed ;P

Wrong Taxi (Part 1)

Summary: You get into an already occupied taxi and what ensues can only be bad luck. (Done for Kait’s 5k AU Writing Challenge).

Word Count: 2,757

Warnings: Drinking. Throwing up. 

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble series, but it is definitely not lol. I hope you all enjoy this first part. It’s gonna be a fun ride :D

Originally posted by dolorioushaze

The heartache was more than you could have ever foreseen. You were blissfully unaware of how much value you had placed on your relationship with your now-ex boyfriend. It was a slap in the face when he broke up with you and you found yourself crying in a bathroom stall at work. Cursing at yourself, you wiped your eyes with the coarse toilet paper, hissing at the sting it caused on the sensitive skin. Kleenex did a much better job, but the box was currently sitting on your desk, which was in the middle of the vast office you worked at. And the last thing you wanted was wandering eyes and gossips flowing around the office with you in the center of it all.

Blowing your nose, you groaned and buried your face in your hands. Expletives ricocheted back and forth inside your brain, almost all of them directed at your former boyfriend, but some of them were for yourself. You had been foolish, utterly and completely foolish. Thinking that he was as in love with you as you were with him, you had even asked him to move in the previous week. He had just smiled at you and told you he’d think about it.

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anonymous asked:

I just got some really, really bad news. Can I get some tooth rottingly sweet drarry fluff to try and balance it out? ❤️

Draco is not a sappy person.  Absolutely not.  

He most definitely doesn’t keep all the anniversary and Christmas cards Harry has ever given him in a hidden drawer in his desk.  Nor does he circle the days they will  see each other on his calendar in invisible ink lest his nosy secretary accidentally see.

He definitely does not carry a picture of the two of them from their first Christmas together in his, smiling and laughing and looking free, in his wallet,  enchanted to look like a business card should anyone but him look at it.  

And he definitely, definitely is not head over heals in love with Harry Potter.

So when he goes into Waldrick’s Wizarding Wares and Fine Jewelry that Tuesday afternoon it is only look because he is not a man of rash decisions.  He’d simply seem an attractive gold band glimmering in the window and decided to have a look is all.

When he leaves the shoppe two hours later his wallet is considerably lighter and his robe pocket feels extraordinarily heavy, especially for for such a small box.  He slips his hand inside his pocket, wrapping it around the box and letting his thumb caress the smooth velvet.  His heart feels too big and his courage too small.  He most definitely is not proposing to Harry.

He carries the box in his pocket for exactly 87 days.  In fact he almost convinces himself he means not to do it too, because they’ve got a great thing going and he will not be the one to muck it up.  He simply will not risk it.

Until the 88th day.

Harry sleeps over and when Draco awakes the next morning it is to the glorious sight of Harry splayed across his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his body radiating a warmth that Draco finds intoxicating.  His hair is a complete disaster and his mouth hangs open just a bit, his entire body heavy with sleep.  He looks so relaxed, so at peace and something in Draco breaks in that moment at the idea of Harry ever leaving.  He thinks of the nights Harry is gone and he clings to the empty sheets inhaling his scent and wishing he were here.    

And then Harry is rolling over towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he even opens his eyes as he presses his lips against Draco’s neck in a gentle kiss.

“Marry me?” Draco whispers.

Harry pulls back with a jump, his eyes bright and perhaps a little hopeful. “Are you serious?”

“If I hadn’t been serious I wouldn’t have asked,” Draco replies shortly, a bit of insecurity creeping back in.  Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all.

“But when we first got together you said you’d never get married,” Harry says, and Draco isn’t sure if its a statement or a question but he feels Harry’s hands trembling and understands that he is not the only one unsure.

“I say a lot of things I don’t mean.  Now is not one of those times.  I don’t want you to leave.  Ever.  I don’t want you come to my flat or me go to yours; I want a place that’s ours.  I don’t want to ever see you walking away and not know that you’re coming back to me every time.  I love you, Harry, and I don’t say it enough.  But I do, with everything I am.  You make me a better man and I want you as mine.  Forever.  Please say yes.”

“Yes!” Harry all but yells, pinning him down against the bed.  “Fuck yes,” Harry says again and Draco doesn’t even have time to consider the shakiness in Harry’s voice because Harry is kissing him as if he might actually die if he stops; desperate and demanding and consuming.

Hours later, when Harry is asleep again, Draco traces a heart on the bare skin of Harry’s back, memorizing the way he’d looked when he’d said yes and he thinks that perhaps he might just be a little bit sappy.

I know you love me because you’ve said it to me in every way imaginable and I know you mean it. Trust me, I do. God, I love you too. I love you more than I’ve loved the gentle caress of raindrops on my skin and the moon (my companion) in all her glory. I warned you so many times. I practically screamed at you to leave. Why are you still here? Why do you keep coming back and getting hurt? Why? I told you it was getting bad again. I told you it was going to get rough but your annoying persistence made you stick with me like glue. Now look at where we are. I’m about to break and your heart is pretty much in shambles. You’re still holding on to me. I don’t deserve everything you’re trying to do for me and you sure as hell don’t deserve being treated like this. I’m asking you again. Please, save yourself from the hurricane that I have become. I am destroying everything in my path and you’ve already been battered enough. Leave, be free, love again. Love, you have done so much for me but it’s time for you to let go. It’s time for you to save yourself. I love you and I am so sorry for everything. Goodbye.
—  dream-soluna 
Be A Good Girl - Smut

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 4,294
AN: PURE FILTH. I apologize in advance. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for their input and Chloe for worrying that I was killing the poor reader here. Trust me, she can handle it lmao.

To say that Stiles was a bit of an exhibitionist was an understatement. He liked to fuck you wherever and whenever he wanted, and he got off on the fact that you could be caught at any moment. It had surprised you at first, the normally sarcastic and awkward boy hadn’t struck you as the type, but he was kinky as fuck, and good at what he did. He could leave you a writhing, panting mess with just his words, and his mouth and tongue were more than you could handle sometimes. His fingers were a godsend, and he knew how to get you off quicker than you could do it yourself. On top of his insatiable daddy kink, things with him were never boring.

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Let Me Help

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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Bad Temper


Requested: Jealous Shawn. Not sure I like this but I tried. 

Word count: 2,658

“I think this might actually be it!” I said, folding the last box together. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing out heavily. 

I thought it would never end. No matter where I looked, there had always been more boxes to start on. But now, I’d actually unpacked the last one.

“What?” Shawn yelled from the other room, fumbling with his precious guitars as always. 

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I started missing you long before you actually left. I started missing you when you stopped sending me good morning text messages. I started missing you when your words became more vague and distant. I started missing you when you stopped saying that you loved me. I started missing you long before you actually ever left. Now you’re back, and I still miss you, but I’ve become quite well versed in loving shadows.
—  please come back (22/52) by (DS)
Chris Cornell.

I’ve been trying to think of what to write for a solid hour now. I’ll start something, then backspace every word until it’s all gone, and I think that’s how my mind and heart feels right now.

This isn’t just a case of a musician I was a casual fan of dying too young. Soundgarden is a band that I discovered as a child in the late ‘90s. I have fan art of Chris Cornell that I drew when I was 11 fucking years old. I had a silly teenage crush on him, too. There are old picture files on a zip drive I own that date back to 2004 with titles like “Ohh Chris!” and “So Sexy”.

And now this guy that was so much a part of those silly times is…gone. Just gone. He took his own life. God knows what led him to do this. It could have been the result of months or even years of heartache that wasn’t managed properly. It could have been an impulse decision made while upset, as so many suicides occur that way. None of us will ever know what was going on in his head last night.

His bandmates, his friends, his family, and millions of fans are now stuck in a horrid grieving process that will take a long time to work through. My first thought this morning after seeing that Chris was actually gone, as in gone and never coming back, was about how Jerry Cantrell is going to have to bury another fucking friend of his that died too young. Another one. He has had to watch dozens of people he loved die like this. The same could be said for any grunge musician right now. Another brother. Gone.

But I want to say something to all of you - nearly 1,000 of you - you are so fucking loved. If you’re not loved by the people in your life, there are people like me and others on the internet who are going to be there when your head starts slumping. Please, please take care of yourself. If you’re battling suicidal thoughts, please reach out to me or someone else. Don’t make an impulse decision to leave this world when you have so much more to offer, so much to give. I failed to take my own life three times. I am glad something stopped me each time. Death culture is rampant and it might be comforting to think about when times get rough, but please don’t die.

I am not okay. I’m probably not going to be okay for a while. Last night was a mess and I was already upset about that, but now that Chris is gone, the only thing I can do is kind of divorce myself from my emotions a bit. Regardless though, I am here for you. Please don’t do anything to hurt yourself. Maybe when my head settles we can have some kind of group session about this and play some Soundgarden tunes (or hell, even Audioslave or that jank Timbaland album) to get through this together. 

Chris Cornell, the second best voice in grunge, has been silenced, but recordings of that voice will be around for a very long time. I am so grateful for all the times I was inspired by his singing, his songwriting, and his sense of humor. Chris wasn’t just a pretty face - he was highly intelligent and had such a unique way of looking at fame and praise. He didn’t want to be a sex symbol. He didn’t take groupies. He didn’t have that same hedonistic attitude that befell so many other musicians. He was a cut above the rest, something truly special, and I’m going to remember him that way.

I’m going to remember Chris Cornell as the amazing person he was, not for what he did in a split second while alone and hollow inside. He is still full of life through the life he gave to others.

“John. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I want you to know that … that I miss you. My life … it’s empty without you. This reminds me of the time when I was away. But … back then I didn’t have to see you like … like this. Please come back, John. Please.”

“Hello, John. It’s officially summer now. Congrats. You’re in coma for exactly one month now … Mrs. Hudson is here too. But don’t worry. It’s nothing too bad. She fell down a few stairs and has a bruised hip. But she will be okay. She said, as soon as she is up again, she will visit you. She’s tough. You’re tough too, John. Come back now, please …”

“John. I cried a lot today. I’m … I’m not afraid to admit it. You see? I’m talking about my emotions. That’s good, isn’t it? I should have talked about them much sooner. With you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m so difficult …”

“I miss you, John. Please come back. I’ll make you tea. I promise.”

“Hello John. I went shopping today! Alone. For the first time since … a long time. It was annoying. And … I panicked a bit when someone accidentally touched me from behind. But I did it. I’m good, you see? Can you come back now? Please?”

“I bought you a new jumper. You’ll like it. Do you want to see it? Then open your eyes now!”

“John! Stop this now. You’re boring, you know? You’re still playing dead? Come back! …
Fuck …”

“John. I love you. I’ve loved you since the day we’ve met. I’ll always love you. It hurts. It hurts all the time. But that won’t make me stop loving you.
Is that crazy? Am I crazy? … I don’t care. I love you. Please come back.”


“Sher … Sherlock?”


Theo x Reader

Requested by Anon

Proof reading done by the awesome @joeynihil

“Theo?” You asked when you stopped next to him as he slyly rubbed up against you. “What’re you doing?” 

 “Nothing!” He almost squeaked which naturally had you suspicious that something was wrong worsening. 

 “Sure, I need to go and get my books from Stiles’ jeep I left them in there this morning.” You groaned and jumped when Theo grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you slightly. 

 “I can get them, I’m big and I’m bigger than Stiles so I can carry all the books you’ll ever own!” With that he let go of you and hurtled out of the building. 

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theladyragnell  asked:

I'm sorry your ship is tragic right now! If I were canon-familiar I would try to cheer you up with fluff. At least since it's comics there's a chance he'll come back?

This is the sweetest ask in the world and - please forgive me - I laughed until I cried when I read it, because I have been crying about Ted Kord’s death for twelve years. In fact, the ship is kind of the least tragic it’s been since 2005.

Very short version:

  • 1987: Ted and Booster meet and become instant BFFs.
  • 2005: DC kills Ted off. Booster spends the next six years crying and trying to remake the universe (he’s a time traveller) in order to bring Ted back.
  • 2011: DC reboots their universe and erases (among many other things) the entire history of this friendship. Booster is still a superhero but Ted’s successor Jaime is the only Blue Beetle and Ted is just glimpsed in a passing cameo.
  • 2016: DC launches their Rebirth initiative and retcons Ted’s history again as an older, retired hero training new hero Jaime (it’s VERY cute). Ted and Booster still don’t know each other (and Booster hasn’t been seen in the main universe since 2015 anyway).

Anyway, this is all very exciting! No one is dead and Ted and Jaime actually get to interact! (In the original continuity, Ted died before Jaime debuted.) There’s still a possibility for Ted and Booster to become ~totally platonic~ best friends!

It me. (It Jaime’s little sister, actually. But also me.)

Anyway, the tragic scans I’ve been posting are all from Injustice 2, which is a tie-in comic to a video game that I’ve been completely ignoring except MY BOYS. So it’s not the “real” Ted and Booster but it’s still gut-wrenching, and also the furthest they’ve pushed that platonic boundary so far? And this is a ship that includes naked hugging, comparisons to jilted lovers, and Booster explicitly saying he’s after Ted’s heart.

But yeah, DC loves to give us tragic alternate versions of these two. See also:

  • They revealed that the original universe Booster Gold, dying from some kind of degenerative time cancer, went back in time to find Ted and speak with him one last time before…dying and ascending to become basically a time elemental? It doesn’t make a lot of sense.
  • Batman: The Brave and the Bold gave us not just an episode where Jaime learns of Ted’s tragic death, but another one where Booster goes back in time to hang out with Ted before said tragic death because he misses him so much.
  • Young Justice also has Jaime which means it needs a tragically dead Ted, though there’s no Booster to weep over him there.
  • We don’t know about the DCW yet but they keep namedropping Ted and Booster has to exist because he’s Rip Hunter’s father, so. FINGERS CROSSED!!!

Anyway these are (some of) my Boostle feels, sorry, you didn’t ask for any of that, I’M VERY EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW.

Originally posted by sugaradore