Will and Mike’s first kiss? Maybe after everyone else has gone home from playing D+D?
“It was a seven.”
“The roll. It was a seven.” Will shrugged, both hands still on his handlebars. “It got me.”
“That doesn’t count. Mom interrupted the campaign.” Mike said, shaking his head. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re still deciding whether or not to throw Fireball.”
“But I rolled. I decided. And I got a seven.” Will said, fiddling with his bike light. He flickered it on and off slowly. “It got me.”
“No it didn’t.” Mike reiterated. “I’m going to let it get you. You’ll roll again.”
“Would you just let me have a soft spot for you?” Mike asked, gently shoving Will in the arm. The boy tipped on his bike, his one foot having to plant firmly on the ground to keep him from spilling onto the asphalt.
“What?” Will left his bike light off, hands falling to his sides as he stared at Mike. Mike had a nervous look about him, trying to avoid Will’s gaze; he knew what he said. “I am not that bad at D&D! Lucas is easily the worst– always rolling for Fireball–”
“No! That’s not–” Mike sighed and covered his face with both hands. “That’s not what I meant. I meant, like… soft spot like… your– your heart, ya know? Like a soft spot.”
“Pity?” Will asked, trying to decode Mike’s sudden incoherent stuttering. “What?”
“Like. When you like.” Mike said, throwing his arms down at his sides with exasperation.
“YOU!” Mike cried, turning to Will with both hands motioning towards him. “I’m talking about you.”
“Oh.” Will leaned his bike back towards the ground and stood beside Mike, sharing the same confused expression on his face. “Me?”
“Yeah. You.” Mike twisted his hands in front of himself. He kept his eyes fixed on his watch as if checking to see if time had truly stopped as Will looked on at Mike in bewilderment. “I hope that’s not weird or whatever… Don’t tell any of the guys, I just… Forget it.” He shook his head and began turning away from Will, turning off the garage light and leaving Will in the dark for the second time that night.
“Mike, wait!” Will scrambled for his bike light and flicked it on, shining it on Mike as he reached for the door. “What if I had a weak spot too?”
“You mean ‘soft spot’?” Mike sighed, laughing softly as he turned around.
“Whatever.” Will said, stepping into the stream of light.
Their shadows cast onto the garage door, their figures projected and enlarged. Will couldn’t see his own form beyond Mike’s, except for his legs appearing against the wall only as he shuffled closer. Much to Will’s relief and disbelief, Mike didn’t move. He remained as frozen to the concrete as Will wanted to be in that situation. But he kept inching closer, and before his shoes hit Mike’s, he shut his eyes and made himself lean forward.
Will missed Mike’s mouth entirely, kissing only the corner of his mouth and most of his cheek. He didn’t know what to do with his nose and didn’t know what he should have done with the rest of himself. He pulled away and prepared to start running– screw the bike, it’d give Mike more time to stare at him in disgust. Will opened his eyes to find Mike laughing, his hand resting over where Will’s nose had just butted against his face. Oh good, Will was a joke now.
“Maybe ‘weak spot’ is the right term for you.” Mike teased, pushing Will’s shoulder lightly again. “You have terrible aim.”
“Thanks.” Will muttered, happy he wasn’t going to become the butt of every joke from now until the end of middle school. “I–I’ll get better.”
“I’d like that.” Mike nodded, trying to suppress a smile. “Now, go home before your mom thinks I kidnapped you. See you in school tomorrow?”
“Yeah. See you then, Mike.” Will touched Mike’s hand for a moment– just a brief moment of bravery– before patting him on the arm and going back for his bike. He turned the bike back to the street and lifted the light from Mike’s figure. He disappeared into the dark.
“Ride safe, Will. It’s kind of dark tonight.” Mike called after him, Will pushing off the ground.
“I’ll be fine!” Will laughed, taking off and hoping to catch up to Dustin and maybe win a race home for once. “See you later!”
As he turned off his street, Will strangely understood what Mike was talking about– something in his chest was twisting and caving into its own warmth, like it had become completely inflated and soft.
Remember that message about Wildfire dying? Some things that happen after that: Starfire cannot stand the sight of Beast Boy anymore, because he reminds her too much of Wildfire, she starts being even more upset when any other Titan gets hurt, when one of Punk Rockets robots sent Robin crashing into a building she literally broke his arm in several places, and sleeps with a crudely drawn picture of her family she drew when she was small
Why do you do this to me?
Okay well, anon apparently wants feels so ALL ABOARD THE PAIN TRAIN.
She didn’t fly for weeks after it happened.
Even when she did start flying again she couldn’t get more than ten feet above the ground at first.
She still isn’t doing any casual hovering like she used to. She only takes flight when necessary.
Beast Boy doesn’t understand why she keeps avoiding him in the halls at first.
When he figures it out, he spends more time in animal forms.
Petting him in dog form seems to help her.
He desperately wants to tell her jokes and try to make her laugh but he knows she won’t go for it and any giggles he would manage to pry from her would be hollow.
So he just curls up next to her as a cat or gerbil or puppy and is a calm, silent presence by her side.
Raven is quieter than usual and spends a lot of time meditating.
Without Starfire’s positive feelings of happiness and joy, the Tower’s air is a lot more clouded, and it’s… difficult to remain in balance.
Especially when she can sense Starfire’s sadness.
Raven is basically secondhand grieving.
Cyborg lets Starfire come down to the garage and work on projects with him to keep her mind and hands busy.
Robin spends a lot of time with her.
But he also gives her space when he can tell she wants to be alone.
He’ll cook meals and leave them outside her door though.
Along with little notes reminding her that he loves her and he’s there for her.
She tells him stories about Wildfire from her childhood. He swaps memories about his parents.
They hold each other often. Not saying anything. Just being together. Sometimes crying.
She has insomnia some nights and will go wake him up, so he can sit with her. He’ll make her a hot drink and just let her talk.
He tries to encourage her to take out any anger on their obstacle course rather than out in the field.
(He’s offered to spar with her but she’s declined, afraid of hurting him in her grief.)
He doesn’t even say anything about her never leaving his side during fights, staying close to him, reacting badly whenever he gets hurt.
He knows the feeling all too well.
What really surprised all of them was when they got an alert in the middle of the night.
And it was Blackfire, staggeringly drunk and just punching walls to pieces with her starbolts.
Angrier than they’d ever seen her.
The others stood back as Starfire fought her and they absolutely wrecked the street for a bit, trading their usual barbs and insults, before Blackfire blurted out, “I HATED HIM, WHY DO I MISS HIM SO MUCH?”
And both girls collapsed together just holding each other and sobbing because they’re all they have left now.
They don’t even finish the fight, they just let Blackfire off.
The fight for truth and justice is about to hit the open road — and for the heroes of DC Entertainment’s new Gotham City Garage comic book project, “ride or die” might end up being less of a slogan and more of a literal way of life.
The series, to be released digitally first with print editions to follow, takes place in an alternate version of the DC Universe where the female heroes take center stage as part of a resistance effort against the fascist political rule of Lex Luthor. The “Garage” of the series title refers to the fact that, in this version of reality, the good guys are all bikers.(Link to article)
Also today I started work on organizing the garage… eee gads! It’s so discombobulated! But I consolidated and got rid of alot of stuff we just didn’t need anymore it felt good! We gave it to neighbors who could use it and good willed or threw away the rest.
It isn’t done but getting there too. might actually be able to fit a second car in it soon! A feat not achieved ever in past given it contained alot of my parents stuff from their old house. Neither of us were in a mental state to deal with everything after my mother passed away and my ex hasband cheated on me. But now we’re making a positive change. That’s part of what this project is about to me.
The garage project of mine that took priority today you see. haha but I kind of had too in order to even get to all these guys!
All the dark and light gray bins are full of Transformers 😅
Well see if all this is going to fit in my room with the added shelving space. Crosses fingers! It be nice to have the space freed in the garage and the mechs back in display again. :)
Beavertown / Stone / Garage Project Fruitallica Double IPA (Picked up at Trader Joe’s). A 4 of 4. A great big hazy IPA with some really nice actual fruit juice in this, as well as a ton of juicy, tropical qualities from the hops. The habanero is very subtle, but adds a slight noticeable bite alongside the bitterness in the finish. A bit boozier as this warms, but really nice and juicy.
Mouse Unit released the Izayoi Sakuya ( 十六夜咲夜 ) non-scale GK from the doujin danmaku shooting game series “Touhou Project” ( 東方プロジェクト ) by the circle Team Shanghai Alice ( 上海アリス幻樂団 ). Will be released in the 7th Hakurei Shrine Reitaisai ( 第7回博麗神社例大祭 ) on March 14, 2010. Price unknown. Kit is not per-painted nor assembled.
I honestly can’t find the price of this garage kit anywhere, which is a shame.
Taking on a garage project can be daunting. First-time builders often find themselves in a downward spiral of costs, time and motivation—and vow never to pick up a wrench again.
Not Dimitri Chaussinand though. He pulled off his first project—a cute Yamaha TW125—in the underground parking garage of his apartment block, on a limited budget.
And now he’s done it again, with this killer Honda XR600R. Yes, that’s the legendary Baja 1000 winning bike, given a 21st century makeover.
The tank is an especially genius move—it’s from a Honda XL125S.
Hit the link in our bio to see more shots in glorious high res.
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