He was not at ninety-four. Ninety-four was the whispered words, “Thank you. You were amazing.” They echoed inside Andrew’s head over and over, like they were an offering, a prayer, a goodbye, like they were pushed out of his body with his dying breath. It was irritating and he was going to bring it up on the bus. He was going to spell it out nice and slow how Neil needed to stop living like he was dying and start living like the exy junkie he was.
Ninety-five was turning around and seeing nothing. Not nothing in the sense that Neil was nothing, but nothing in the sense of panic, of worry, of standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down thinking “Would it hurt if I fell?” The space where Neil should have been filled with emotions that Andrew swore he would never feel again.
Ninety-six was finding his bag. It wasn’t the bag that held his entire life, that was locked away in the Fox Tower, safe. It was the bag that held his future. A future he knew Neil wanted in the way he clutched the key he gave him back in August. A key that was left in the God forsaken bag with Neil nowhere in sight.
For ninety-seven, Kevin was there. The other foxes were there too but the words Kevin formed with his breath passing over his voice box and the movements of his tongue and jaw, were the only things that mattered. Kevin’s mouth moved, sound traveled in vibrations through the air, hit Andrew’s eardrums, and then his hands were around Kevin’s neck. There were lies and half-truths and Andrew hated those. Again not in the sense he hated Neil but in the sense that he hated the word ‘please’ and ‘misunderstanding’. He hated how he didn’t hate Neil because of all the lies. And for that, ninety-seven.
Ninety-eight was the phone call that Neil had been found.
Ninety-nine was walking through the hotel door and seeing him crumple in agony. It was the hissed “Don’t” as he did his best sooth away the pain. It was the eyes that were Nathaniel’s with hints of Neil peeking out behind his irises. It was the look of a man staring helplessly as the executioner readied the guillotine. It was the words “I’m sorry” like he had something to be sorry for. It was his attitude that no matter how beat up he got, remained impeccably intact. And it was the question he still had the gall to ask: “Am I at ninety-four yet?”
Mon is mind-controlled by wtf idk, but he is. or maybe he’s just showing his true villainous colors and he, along with the rest of the Daxamites, go on a rampage on Earth.
During the battle, Lena is suddenly caught in the middle and Kara finds herself faced with the same situation that Lena was in, not too long ago: choosing between two people she cares about.
Just like Lena, Kara will have to choose between saving an innocent life vs. someone who is a danger to others.
Kara chooses the former.
And not just because it will save Earth, but Kara chooses her, because in the middle of all this mess, flashbacks of soft smiles, gentle laughter, and quiet promises of “Always” drifts through her thoughts.
In this moment, Kara realizes that she isn’t just saving an entire planet - she issaving her world too. Lena.
Without even fully realizing it, Lena has become her world and Kara’s already lost one home - she won’t lose another.
Mind made up, Kara remembers to stay true to herself and so, she doesn’t kill him, or Rhea, or the other Daxamites. Instead, she finds a way to send them all to the Phantom Zone, just as Clark drove the Kandorians out of Earth.
The battle ends, everyone she loves is safe, and amidst the celebration held at the DEO, Kara looks around the room; searching her out - only to find a soft gaze and gentle smile already thrown in her direction.
Kara smiles back at her, and for the first time in a long time, Kara finally feels some semblance of peace once more.
I would like to personally curse a plague on the house of whoever brought back the post that is the bane of my notifications existence please feel free to step forward at any time so I can start collecting the necessary ingredients
I have no idea where this came from. But here it is. I thought it was a fun little piece
“I slept with Claire’s coffee.”
Jessica Jones blurts the confession out so sharply and so out of the blue that the only thing that keeps Karen Page from spitting out her mouthful of red wine is the I-dare-you-to-judge-me glare from the PI.
She swallows and questions very carefully, “Her coffee?”
“The letters she gets. She said he was a cup of coffee she never got to have.” Jessica throws back her shot before continuing her explaination without meeting Karen’s eyes. “I slept with him. I killed his girl and I slept with him.”
“Wait what!?! Should you be telling me this?” Karen looks around and lowers her voice, “First we’re in a bar…And second was this because of mind-control guy?”
“The killing part yes, not the sex part.” Jessica waves the bartender over for another shot and after he moves away from them she rubs her own temples. “He’s back in New York next week. Should I tell her?”
“I mean it was before they started whatever ‘coffee,’ is, so I don’t think she’d hold against you. But I don’t think you have to tell her…” Karen trails off and takes another sip of her wine. “I didn’t tell her that I kissed Matt. I mean technically he kissed her first, then me, but still.”
“Kissing someone is a little more innocent that sex.”
“There is nothing innocent about kissing Matt Murdock.”
“Good to know.” Jessica snorts out a laugh. “Anything innocent about kissing Castle?”
“You want to answer that about Trish?” Karen rolls her eyes as Jessica shoots her another dark look. “I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks.”
“Just leave of cup of coffee on the fire escape. He’ll show up, just like a stray dog.” Jessica snickers.
“Is that how you get Trish to come around?”
“She’s an uptown girl, I have to set out a glass of wine and start a bath.” Jessica’s words are snipped, but her lips form a soft, unconscious smile as the aforementioned leggy blonde walks into the bar and up to their table.
Karen turns her head as the two say their hellos and finishes her glass of wine. She lays her money on the table and snags her purse. “I’m gonna call it a night.”
Trish grins, “You might as well, you’ve got ‘coffee’ waiting in the alley.”
Karen’s glad the lights are dim, hopefully that hid her blush. “Goodnight you two.”
She slips out of the bar, into the alleyway, and up to imposing man in the shadows.
“Ma'am.” He nods to her and falls in line with pace as she keeps walking.
“It’s been awhile. Jessica said I should set a cup of coffee on the fire escape to lure you back.” Karen bumps her hip into his.
“Much as I always appreciate the hot coffee you offer, Ma'am.” His hand finds hers bringing them to a stop. He fingers are slow and steady as he tucks a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. His lips brush over hers, featherlight and weightless like nothing anyone would ever expect the Punisher to be capable of. “I’m always coming back around for a taste of you.”
Yup just some Kastle trash with a little Jessica/Trish
@leathertello three million years later i get around to writing this, thanks for being so patient.
have some Wasteland AU stuff, AU created by the hella talented leathertello, because i’m an enormous sucker for that sort of thing and it’s super cool. featuring donnie, mikey, and leatherhead.
When Mikey says he’s going inside to get a snack, Donnie hums
absently, and asks for a snack as well.
His brother clacks off, crutch smacking the floor as he
goes. Donnie doesn’t look away from the cityscape he’s observing, and he hears
Leatherhead’s large body slide across the stone to follow Mikey off the balcony.
Probably to steal bites of whatever Mikey is making before Donnie can even get
Their reserves and rations are a little tight at the moment,
the new crop of their rooftop garden still coming in, and Donnie just hopes Mikey
will remember to be sparing with what he uses.
Donnie scans the ground below, following the grid search
pattern he’s adopted since they set up in their current lair. The skyscraper they’re
in is taller than a number of buildings around them, and gives an excellent
vantage point to observe for threats.
Leo and Raph should return soon, from their scavenging expedition.
Then Donnie can go get off his feet and be done with standing and staring on the
balcony; listening to Mikey complain now and then about not being able to go
out on expeditions still. That leg of his should be healed soon, enough to put
a prosthetic in place. And when that finally happens, Mikey will probably go
back to running all over the ruined city they live in without a care in the
He got around fine almost immediately after losing his hand.
Losing a foot too probably won’t slow him down any more than that did.
So, uh…I did a thing. Our final project for my computer graphics class was to take an actual online article and make a fake magazine page type thing from it. We were allowed to pick any article we wanted as long as it wasn’t in a physical magazine, and I obviously would’ve been doing the world a disservice if I didn’t pick the beautifully written “Does Bruno Mars is Gay?” article that the Game Grumps read. And to make it seem even more like those magazines who print fake stuff about celebrities, I even threw in something about Septiplier XD (Please don’t be mad at me guys, it was just for the lolz.) Enjoy everyone!
Edit: I made the Septiplier thing down in the corner bigger for turn in because I thought it would negatively affect my grade if I left it small