Ted the Animator: “Y’know, you could teach a class on mitosis and cellular division using Freddy’s eyes as an illustration.”

Carl the Animator: “…well, that’s definitely the most creative criticism you’ve given my work.”

Ted the Animator: “And don’t you think I’m not proud of it.”


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Grubbin and Charjabug are the early life stages of the seventh-gen beetle Vikavolt. While Vikavolt is a powerful electric cannon (which we’ll examine tomorrow), Grubbin has no electric power at all: not even an electric typing. How does this baby-bug grow into its electric powers? That’s what we’re here to examine today.

Grubbin is quite obviously a grub, the larvae stage of many beetles. Specifically, Vikavolt appears to be a stag beetle, with it’s large mandibles. Beetles, like butterflies, go through their lives in different stages: They hatch out of the egg as a larva, and then become pupa (the cocoon equivalent), before magnificently transforming, metamorphosing, or evolving into a full beetle.

Like caterpillars, beetle larva (grubs) eat a lot so they can grow quickly. Instead of leaves, stag grubs feed on rotting wood. Just like the pokédex says, their claw-like jaw mandibles let them scrape wood so they can eat it. They usually live underground, because the richest rotting wood is buried in the soil.

Charjabug, on the other hand, does not really resemble a grub or a beetle at all. Charjabug seems to be based on a caterpillar, the japanese Monema flavcesens, also known as the Denkimushi, which translates to “electric insect”.

These caterpillars are infamous for giving “electric shocks” when they are touched. In reality, there’s no electricity involved: they simply have a poisonous toxin, chemicals that happen to feel like an electric shock. They generate these chemicals from the food they eat, so it certainly seems a good fit for Charjabug…except considering Vikavolt, Charjabug must use actual electricity.

There is one bug that uses an electricity. It’s not a caterpillar, or a beetle. It is a wasp. The Oriental Hornet has mini solar panels embedded into its abdomen. Its yellow stripes collects energy from the sun and turns it into electricity, which the hornet stores like a battery.

Like Grubbin and Vikavolt, these bugs don’t develop this electric power until they reach their adult life stage. Speficially, the pigments in its exoskeleton are structured and layered to capture light, breaking sunlight apart into smaller rays which can be used to create electricity by knocking off electrons (see Heliolisk). These electric pigments has only ever been document in these hornets, but has been theorized in other bugs, from butterflies to beetles. This is probably the method Charjabug uses! Little cellular batteries, like an eel’s electrogenic cells (see Tyanmo) could be used to store the energy that Charjabug generates.

Grubbin is the larval stage of Vikavolt. It eats a lot so it can grow quickly. When pupating, Charjabug gains the ability to create electrical energy using a special pigment in its new exoskeleton.

Okay! So today I went to Us Cellular so my brother could get a new phone and while I was there I was using pokevision to find Pokemon near me. And low and behold a Snorlax shows up. Knowing that all the employees played Pokemon go I announced it to everyone. So all the employees and my brother leave the building to get the Snorlax. Which was incredible. 
Also while I was there the girl working there told me there are pictures of Nicolas Cage all around the building. Apparently there was one under the letters on the wall…

This was the best experience of my life god bless the local Us Cellular building.  

Hey you

Yeah you

Davey Jacobs wants you to finally finish that summer reading/online class/essay that’s been hanging over your head.

He’s already done with it and would be super happy for you if you actually did it before the last second.

Katherine Plumber is slumped over at your side, affirming to you that, yes, it does indeed suck, and yep, she’s been there, but you have to do it, and she’ll be here to give you moral support through your baby steps.

Spot Conlon cuts off your wifi connection so that you’re forced to focus.

Racetrack Higgins is totally ready to tattle on you to him if you dare use the cellular data on your phone.

Crutchie Morris believes in you and tells you to get comfy with your book/computer and fix yourself little snacks every once in a while and not be too hard on yourself that you didn’t do it before.

Les Jacobs thinks you’re super cool and awesome and amazing.

Abandon All Hope (Part 3)

A/N: This was a fic I have been really excited about writing. Believe me, I was constantly talking about it to my friend for days. This is kinda an AU but kinda not. Everything that is happening in TWD is still happening. Some stuff has changed for the Winchesters background with Supernatural but there’s still a lot of the same things happening. I hope you all enjoy and would love to hear your positive feedback. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

Summary: (y/n) Winchester is just trying to survive the new world of the apocalypse with her brothers, Sam and Dean. While looking for your father, John, you come across two men who welcome you to their community, Alexandria. The events that follow will test the limits of not only your mind and body, but also your heart.

Pairings: Eventual Daryl x reader (they’ll get there eventually), Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Characters: (y/n), Daryl, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Rick, Michonne, Abraham, Eugene, Rosita

Word Count: 1802 (shorter than the last but kinda a “filler” part. Next one will be much longer.)

Warnings: language, angst-there’s always gonna be some, fluff (kinda), siblings always butting heads

Tagging: @thewalkingdeadfanfiction, @daryldixonwife1987, @omlbeans, @the-silver-iris, @sebbylover24, @megsense, @loricwizardbluetoastedcake, @youandyourstupidrope, @canadianjelly, @abnormal-angel, @shinydixon, @onlydarylnormanfic, @jodiereedus22, @crystallovesdaryl

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Originally posted by norman-reedus

“Cas?” Dean asked with trepidation. He hadn’t see his closest friend for years. He was sent back to heaven and then soon after, all of heaven had fallen. All the angels had lost their grace and now have been dying from the terrible sickness that was spreading. They are all just as susceptible as everyone else. 

“Hello, Dean.” He said in his usual deep voice. “Sam, (y/n), it’s good to see the three of you still alive in this terrible world.” Before he could say anymore, Dean engulfed him into a hug.

You wiped away your tears and squeezed between Dean to give Cas a hug as well. Surprisingly, Cas placed a kiss on the top of your head. He never really showed much affection because he didn’t know how to that well. As you pulled away to let Sam in, you couldn’t help but notice how Daryl’s demeanor changed. His jaw was tensed and he looked like he was about to break the arrow in his hands, that is, until he spotted you looking at him and quickly relaxed as if nothing happened. 

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Waffles and War - Jaykyle

They’re buying crepes when the shooting starts.

Kyle, unperturbed, chews happily at his crepe, reveling in the taste of cheap New York street food. Feeling a weighty presence on his left, Kyle turns to meet Donna’s gaze, mouth still full. She looks pleadingly back up at him.


“Please, Kyle.” Her hands are squeezing her crepe dangerously.

“I’m on vacation, Donna,” he whines.

“I know,” she replies, “I’m sorry. Just let me go check it out? I’ll be quick about it, I swear.”

He stares. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“Thanks, Kyle. You’re the best.” She kisses his cheek then casts a quick glance around for any stragglers. Everyone had successfully run screaming into a safer area. Kyle wonders where the crepe vendor went. Donna heads towards the chaos and proceeds to shuck her sweater off, revealing her suit, patterned like the night sky.

“Who are you, Superman?” Kyle mutters, sliding down against a wall. He finishes his crepe and looks down at Donna’s, sighing.

There’s a loud crash in the alley two streets over where the fighting is taking place, and Kyle hears Donna yell out. He’s on his feet instantly, cursing himself and his friends and Ganthet, for giving him this stupid ring and getting him involved with a bunch of stupid superheroes. He runs towards the alley, lifting off the ground easily as his suit slides into place over his skin. Kyle is already prepared to give whoever had interrupted his week off from intergalactic crises a beatdown, so he is rather disappointed when he finds himself in a sea of knocked out goons and subpar weaponry. What is surprising, is that Donna is not alone. It takes a moment for Kyle to recognize who she’s standing with, but when he does he can’t help but stare.

Jason Todd.

Jason pops the helmet off his head, peeling the domino off with a wince. Donna reaches up to hug him, then sucker punches him in the arm. Kyle chooses that exact moment to burst into laughter. The two of them look over at him and Donna grins. Jason, rubbing his arm(which had to hurt a damn lot after getting clocked by an Amazon) gives Kyle a measured look of disdain. Kyle only laughs harder, taking it as a win when Jason’s lips twitch at the corners.

“Missed you too, Rayner,” he says. “Nice suit, by the way.”

Kyle looks down at his White Lantern suit and lets the construct of his mask fade so he can give Jason an exaggerated wink. “Like what you see, gorgeous?”

Jason coughs, flushing, and it’s Donna’s turn to laugh.


They end up in Radu’s after Kyle gets Jason a change of clothes. He’s been crashing in his old New York city apartment, and flying certainly had its perks. Jason is taller than him, but not by much, so he fits into them without much trouble. Still, there’s something novel about seeing the Red Hood, terror of Gotham’s underworld, in a 90’s band tee.

They exchange casual information about the goings-on in their lives, and Kyle and Donna are both surprised to hear who Jason has been working with recently.

“Roy?” Kyle asks, “Man, I haven’t seen Roy in ages. How is he?”

“He’s fine. He and Kori are—um.”

Donna laughs aloud as Kyle gapes.

“Roy and Starfire?” Kyle asks, astounded.

“Sounds like Kori,” Donna says, smiling.

Jason nods, “They’re good for each other.”

“They’re freaking beautiful, Jason.”

It’s Jason’s turn to stare, bewildered, and the thought that Jason is as beautiful as they are, more so even, crosses Kyle’s mind. He pushes it away. “Oh. Well—well, yeah. They are. I guess. Got a crush, Rayner?”

Kyle drops his head into his arms dramatically, “If all the pretty people keep pairing off, what hope do the rest of us have?”

Jason snorts, “Like you’re going to have that problem.”

He and Donna fall into comfortable conversation as Kyle turns Jason’s words over and over in his head.


He was fairly sure he’d just been called pretty.


The next time Kyle sees Jason, there’s a bullet in his shoulder.

Jason blinks. “Ow.”

Koriand’r floats down, worry pinching her expression, Roy not far behind.

“Jason,” she says, kneeling and reaching for him, “We are going to help you, and get that out of your shoulder, okay? How do you feel?”

“I’m fine,” Jason replies, but he’s sweating and his body is wound tight.

“That’s Jason for—Well for everything, actually.”

Jason glares up at Roy, but the archer is already behind him, tugging off his jacket with gentle movements, gentler than those of the Roy Kyle had known long ago.

“Hey,” Kyle says, feeling a bit like an outsider and guilty for interrupting their moment. “Let me.”

Roy looks surprised and Jason turns a confused gaze on him. For some reason, it’s Koriand’r who understands. Kyle’s never even really met her before.

“Let him,” she nods. She exchanges some kind of silent look with Roy and he moves back.

Kyle crouches next to Jason and observes the wound, trying not to get distracted by the way Jason’s pale eyes stare at him with unabashed curiosity.

“This is going to hurt a bit. It’ll also probably feel pretty weird.”

Jason nods, still not looking away.

Breathing out slowly, Kyle closes his eyes and focuses on the piece of metal cutting into Jason’s shoulder. Jason tenses, gritting his teeth, as Kyle extracts the bullet and immediately lays a hand over the puncture, knitting the skin together.

A moment later, there’s no trace of the wound, just drying blood surrounding the area where it had been.

Jason looks up at him in wonder and Kyle finds himself memorizing the planes of his face. “How did you do that?”

It takes a moment for Kyle to realize the question is directed at him. Roy and Koriand’r wear identical awed expressions.

“New powers,” Kyle says, indicating the white ring and coughing a bit as they all stare at it, unsure what to do with the attention.

Roy whistles and Kori just smiles, something knowing in her expression that Kyle doesn’t want to read into.

“Thank you,” Jason says, and his voice is softer than Kyle’s ever heard it.

Kyle draws his hand away, gently, desperate to disperse the tension before he says something stupid.

“Anytime, gorgeous.” Kyle was going to ask Donna to personally come over and kick his ass.

But then Jason laughs and now it’s Kyle who can’t stop staring.


“Donna, I have a problem.”

“Ice cream?”

“Yes, please.”


“I don’t get it,” Kyle says fifteen minutes later, mouth full of rocky road.

Donna pats his arm in what he assumes is a placating gesture, but her amusement betrays her as she licks her spoon clean.

“He’s crazy.”

She considers this, frowning at Kyle as he hugs the ice cream carton to his chest, unwilling to share. In his defense, he was having a crisis. Of the non-galactic variety.

“A bit,” she concedes after a moment, giving up on stealing Kyle’s carton and walking to his fridge where she’d stowed the rest.

Kyle groans, a brain freeze in progress, and drops his spoon for the moment.

“Then why does it feel like the Amazons as a collective race are punching the insides of my stomach every time I see him lately?”

Donna laughs and Kyle is not so egotistical that he will deny that he pouts in response. Every good person was entitled to their pouts.

“What do I do?” he moans, and Donna winks at him.

“Don’t worry,” she says, “I’ve called for backup.”

Kyle has a few seconds to ponder what this means before a Tameranean woman flies through his window and lands lightly on his coffee table. He stares up at one of the most ethereal beings in the multiverse with ice cream dripping onto his shirt. Kyle decides he hates Donna.


“He thinks very highly of you, you know.”

Kyle, still a little bit in shock, startles at Kori’s comment.

“He said that?”

She shakes her head. “He does not have to.”

Donna punches his arm happily, without much force considering her strength, and Kyle suddenly feels vicious remorse for laughing at Jason the other day. Because what the fuck. Ow.

He frowns, realizing with painful clarity all of a sudden that he has no real idea what he’s doing. Kyle has been in his fair share of relationships, but he isn’t really relying on his track record.

“You don’t need to rush into anything, you know,” Donna says, sensing his plight, “Just take it as it comes.”

Kyle relaxes a bit and nods, resolving to do exactly that. Accepting that his mind is continually going to float to those handful of memories he has of Jason’s smiles, Kyle sighs, though not unhappily.

“Hey,” he asks, turning to Kori, and because he has no dignity left to lose, continues, “Do you like rocky road?”

She grins, pleased, and the three of them proceed to eat through sixteen cartons as they marathon old, cheesy films that Kori had once thought were the epitome of Earth romance.


“Kyle?” Jason’s voice is grainy over the phone, but Kyle can hear the worry in it.

“Yeah,” Kyle says, and his throat feels like sandpaper. He has a vague memory of being thrown repeatedly into a titanium wall. “Yeah, it’s me. Jason? Is something wrong?”

“I—“Jason starts, then seems to cut himself off. Kyle rubs at his eyes, wondering why he can’t remember ever reaching his apartment last night. “The fight, last night,” Jason begins again, his voice thin with concern, and Kyle realizes something really must have gone wrong. “I saw you fall from the sky, Kyle, and you hit the ground somewhere near the old tower and I—I couldn’t find you. No one could. Hal eventually figured out Carol had taken you home and used her cellular regeneration to fix you up a bit, but not totally, and I just—Are you okay?”

The memories come back in bits and pieces. Kyle remembers Oracle’s distress call about a prison break at Arkham. He’d been in town, hanging out with Jason, actually, and they’d both run to lend a hand. Sometime during the fight he’d lost sight of the Red Hood, but had continued fighting, hoping he was safe. Kyle had been tangling with the infamous Harley Quinn, and flown up to get an advantage, only to be sidetracked by a giant waving plant-tentacle-thing. This is where everything went choppy. He remembers, as Jason said, being knocked out of the sky, and hears flashes of Carol’s voice, telling him it was going to be okay.


“Oh,” Kyle snaps back to the present, “Yeah, Jason, I’m fine. Just sore, I think.”

A flash of yellow catches his eye and he rolls over, reading through a note from Carol telling him he was stable and that she’d had to run out to deal with some space thing(Kyle knew the feeling), but that he should get some rest and Hal would be over to check on him sometime at night.

He drops the note, falling onto his back and returning his attention to Jason. He likes Jason, his mind provides. He likes him a lot. Huh. Maybe he was concussed.

“What number is this?” Kyle asks instead of pondering his possible concussion.

“New one,” Jason replies, still sounding a bit strung.

“And you remembered my number? I’m blushing, Hood.”

“Uh huh,” Jason says, and Kyle lets out a fond breath.

“I really am okay, Jason. Promise.”

He can almost feel Jason relaxing. “Okay,” he says. And Kyle is actually really sure he’s concussed now, because there is no way sane Kyle would have said what he says next.

“Tell me about your day.”

“What?” Jason asks, sounding as surprised as Kyle feels.

“I don’t know,” Kyle defends, suddenly awake, “I just. Like listening to you talk.” Yeah, keep digging, Rayner, you’ll reach rock bottom soon enough.

Kyle expects teasing, but all Jason does is say, “Okay,” again, then continues, “Tim poured orange juice into his cereal today morning, because sleep is a foreign concept to him and he wouldn’t be alive if Alfred wasn’t around, and Damian, that demon…”

Jason talks and Kyle listens, drifting between sleep and wakefulness, and giggling at Jason’s indignant exclamations at the sheer lunacy of his family.


An hour or so later, Kyle’s stomach starts to growl. He’s still on the phone with Jason, but decidedly more participant now that his hunger has woken him more permanently.

“Hey, Jason?” he asks, at an interlude in their conversation.


“I’m hungry,” Kyle says, staring at the ceiling like it will answer all his questions or maybe, preferably, rain sausages.

Jason hums on the other end of the line, contemplating, and Kyle can imagine the scrunched Thinking Face he has on. He silently thanks the universe for outdoing herself with Jason Todd.

“Do you like waffles?” Jason asks.

“I would give my life for them,” Kyle replies without hesitation, and Jason laughs. Kyle feels a victorious twinge in his chest at being the one responsible for it.

“Give me forty-five minutes. There’s this breakfast place Steph loves that actually makes waffles descended from the heavens. What do you like on yours?”

“Strawberries and whipped cream,” Kyle says into the phone, suddenly excited.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” Jason says back, a grin in his voice that makes Kyle’s heart skip a beat. He hangs up and Kyle spends the next forty-five minutes trying to convince himself out of bed. So much for willpower.


A loud knock resounds through the apartment, and Kyle finally flops off his bed to answer the door.

“Honey, I’m home,” Jason says when the door swings open, holding up a bag of sinfully delicious smelling waffles.

Kyle looks straight at the bag when he says, “Welcome back, sweetie.”

Jason puts a hand over his heart. “You only love me for my waffles.”

“You caught me,” Kyle replies, straight-faced, and Jason sticks his tongue out at him, coming in nonetheless.

They sit at Kyle’s small island, munching on unhealthily syrupy waffles at 6 P.M. on a Saturday in comfortable silence.

“You were right,” Kyle moans, “These are literally to die for.”

Jason nods through a mouthful, swallowing before replying, “I told you so. Stephanie Brown is a strange girl, but her taste in waffles is on the dot.”

Kyle thinks on that for a moment. “I can’t believe Batgirl has an occultist obsession with waffles.”

“Yeah?” Jason asks, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that makes Kyle jealous, “Then you won’t trust me when I tell you Batman does her makeup.”

Kyle’s mouth drops open and he stares at Jason in mute astonishment.

No way.

“Yep,” Jason says, taking pleasure in Kyle’s open-mouthed expression. “He helps Cass and I with eyeliner when Steph drags us to her college parties too.”

“But he’s Batman,” Kyle replies dumbly.

“What,” Jason challenges, “Rich vigilante father’s can’t wear makeup?”

Kyle shakes his head, “I just always thought he spent his time hiding in caves, or something. He’s just so—Batman. Material possessions just seem, beneath him.”

Jason laughs, finishing his waffle. “I’m kidding, Kyle. And you’re not totally wrong. We do call our hideout ‘the Cave.’”

“I don’t think I can handle this much classified bat information in one day,” Kyle says, shaking his head again—though this time it’s more for dramatic effect.

Jason arcs a single elegant eyebrow as he joins him at the sink and Kyle scowls.

“We get it, nerd. You’re eyebrows are more acrobatic than your older brother.”

A grin splits Jason’s features and Kyle is struck by how beautiful the man standing in the fading light of his tiny kitchen window is. “Jealousy isn’t your color, Rayner.”

“Uh,” Kyle says, pointing to his ring, “Every color is my color, actually.”

For the third time that day(Yes, Kyle is counting, leave him alone, pining is difficult) Jason laughs aloud and a thought strikes Kyle with winding force.

’Oh shit.’he thinks, ‘I might be in love with him.’


Kyle feels his heart stop as the dagger slices through Jason’s armor. He hears Dick scream in the distance, but it’s muted, as though Kyle is underwater. Lark, who the knife was meant for, catches Jason, setting him on the ground gently and pausing, hand on the side of his golden helmet. Kyle detachedly wonders if he’s calling for help on his comm.

Then he’s running, or flying, he doesn’t really know, and is at Jason’s side in an instant. The hood is popped off and Jason’s chest moves unevenly. Kyle reaches an arm out, fighting his exhaustion and his own injuries to try and heal Jason. A hand clamps around his wrist and the man shakes his head.

“Don’t, Kyle. You’ll knock yourself out.”

Nightwing had arrived at some point, blood running from his forehead, rapidly engaging with Lark about getting Jason back to the Cave.

“Jason,” Kyle breathes out, “Jason, I don’t care. I don’t care if it knocks me out, I don’t care if it kills me. Let me heal you.”

Jason frowns up at him through the pain, shaking his head again. Kyle wants to cry. He thinks he already might be. “Let me heal you,” he whispers again, pleading.

“You’ll hurt yourself,” Jason says, his voice soft, his eyes closing. “I’ll be okay, I promise. I’ve had worse.”

Kyle doesn’t want to think about that.

There’s a pressure on his shoulder, and Kyle looks up into the masked face of Red Robin. Tim’s face is worried, but not damning, and Kyle feels a bit of hope flicker in his chest.

“We’ll get him to the manor. He’ll be okay.”

Kyle looks back at Jason’s prone form, panic almost choking the words from his throat. “Fine. But I’m going with you. If he gets worse, I’m gonna heal him.”

He catches Dick’s gaze as he says this, and the first Robin nods resolutely.


They do end up making it to the Cave with Jason in one piece, and Batman doesn’t even question Kyle’s presence as he descends on his son. Alfred, the butler of legend, has already prepared a cot with an IV drip, an oxygen mask in hand. He and Bruce set to work, the latter’s mouth set in a grim line. Dick lends a hand when needed, his domino off to reveal worried blue eyes. Mostly he flutters around the Cave, unable to stand still as his brother’s life hangs in the balance. Kyle alternates between watching, and feeling too sick to. Black Bat stands beside him, silent, but Kyle can’t help but feel reassured when she takes his hand and squeezes.

He leaves after Jason stabilizes, called to Guardian headquarters on Oa for a special mission. Tim promises to text when he wakes up, but Jason doesn’t leave Kyle’s thoughts for the entirety of the trip, and phones don’t really work in space.


Kyle returns to Earth after a week, exhausted and craving the comfort of his bed. He has a matter to attend to before that, however.

Flying down to the balcony of Jason’s favored safehouse, Kyle smiles when he sees Damian and Stephanie arguing in the kitchen over a dish of what looks like lasagna. He slides through the partially open glass doors and waves hello, ignoring their surprised expressions in favor of perching on the coffee table by the couch, watching over its occupant. He would have gone to the manor, but he remembers Tim mentioning once that Jason didn’t like staying there when he was injured. He assumed Robin and Batgirl’s presence meant the family was coming to take care of him in turns, so as not to overwhelm him.

“Are they arguing about lasagna again?” Jason asks, arm thrown over his eyes.

Kyle laughs, quiet, and nods, before realizing that Jason can’t see him.

“Yes,” he says. “I think Damian is winning.”

“Really?” Jason moves his arm to meet Kyle’s gaze. “That would be a first.”

“I heard that, Todd!”

“Love you too, baby brat!”

“Doing okay?” Kyle asks, letting his concern show in the soft light of Jason’s living room.

“Yeah,” Jason says, smiling up at him in a way that makes Kyle’s heart do tricks he wasn’t aware it was capable of. The smile fades as Jason’s eyes flick over his face and he frowns. “You look like you got your ass handed to you. Repeatedly.”

A fair assumption. Kyle makes a vague gesture and says, “Space.”

A crash resounds from the kitchen and Jason pushes himself up to go investigate. Kyle is about to protest, but is beaten to it by Damian, who saw Jason move from his perch on the island.

“Do not get up, Todd. Everything is fine.”

“You said that when Tim’s closet was on fire too, so forgive me if I don’t completely believe you. Tell me what broke.”

Damian, instead, gets off the counter, balancing four plates of lasagna with ease.

“Brown will take care of the mess.” He smirks, “She lost a game of that foolish rock-scissor game to me.”

Stephanie’s voice floats in from the kitchen. “I am not having a good day!”

Jason rolls his eyes, an affectionate smile crossing his face.
“I’ll take care of it, Steph. Come have Alfred’s lasagna.”

Stephanie pokes her head into the room to glare. “If you so much as take a step from that couch, I will tell Alfred, and we’ll see if his lasagna saves you then.”

Kyle watches the exchange amusedly as Jason retorts and they continue firing insults at one another. He feels someone sit next to him and turns to look into the unwavering eyes of Damian Wayne.

“He trusts you,” Damian says, quietly, and he does not have to specify who.

“I trust him too,” Kyle replies, and Damian takes this with a nod.

“Then I will trust you to look after him at times when we cannot.”

Kyle smiles, feeling somewhat proud of himself for whatever reason as Stephanie joins Jason on the couch. The four of them sit together and eat the best lasagna Kyle has ever had, and it occurs to him that he doesn’t feel like an outsider at all.


When they’ve finished, Jason fights them all into letting him walk to the sink, grumbling about not being fragile. Kyle joins him as Damian and Steph flip through channels on the TV, leaning against each other contentedly as though they hadn’t been fencing with butter knives fifteen minutes earlier.

Jason sets the dishes in the sink and turns on the water, rinsing them down and starting to clean them. It wasn’t part of the deal, but he looks okay and Kyle knows the frustration of being babied when he really was feeling better. He wordlessly stands beside him, toweling the dishes dry and setting them in a rack. He yawns as he sets a cup down, the week’s events catching up to him.

Jason frowns over at him. “You can stay the night.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” Kyle waves him off.

Jason tilts his head a to the left a little and Kyle genuinely wonders if this boy was created for the sole purpose of sending him into cardiac arrest.

“It’s fine, Kyle. Stay.” There’s something different in his tone and Kyle looks at him, distantly aware that the sink is empty.

Instead of replying, he says, “You really had me worried, you know.”

Jason looks at him, silent for a few moments before turning to sink. “I know. Thank you. For offering to save my life. I never would have let you, though. Not when you looked like you’d been beaten six ways to Sunday.”

“Oh my God,” Kyle whispers.

“What?” Jason asks, alert all of a sudden, “What’s wrong?”

“You are so fucking gorgeous.”

Jason blinks, staring at him the same way he had the first time he’d drank Kyle’s paint water. Then he bites his lip, leaning forward uncertainly and Kyle stops to wonder for a moment at how adorable he is, even now. Then he’s surging forward, pressing their lips together with bruising force. Jason freezes for a moment, before going boneless against him, making a soft noise that did all sorts of things to Kyle. He pulls Jason against him, hands tracing gently over his hips as the other boy’s fingers rest lightly on his face.

There’s a rustling sound from the couch, then Stephanie yells, “Get some, Jayjay!”

They break apart to look over at her. Damian is sprawled across her stomach, a hand pressed futilely against her mouth. “I tried to stop her,” he says, giving Steph a disdainful look. Then Kyle starts to laugh, just like that day in the alley, but this time Jason’s shoulders quake as he joins him. There’s a flush across his cheeks and Kyle really, really wants to kiss him again. So he does.


They crawl into bed together much later than they probably should have. Stephanie and Damian had left minutes earlier, Damian dragging the blonde out with an embarrassed hand over his face as she winked at them and called, “Be safe!”

There’s a shelf of books on the wall by the bed that Kyle assumes are Jason’s favorites by the well worn covers and pages. There’s a larger shelf in the hall that’s wall to ceiling, filled with books of all different colors and sizes, and Kyle knows for a fact that Jason has even more at the manor. He picks one off the shelf.

“Read to me,” he says, handing it to Jason, who laughs.

“You’re worse than Cass.” But he doesn’t complain. They lie together in the lowlight of the bedroom, Jason’s voice serene as he read to Kyle words that he’d read a hundred times over. Kyle doesn’t remember when he falls asleep.


He wakes up in a tangle of limbs, resenting the sun as light shines on his eyes. Jason, who to Kyle’s delight is a secret cuddler, is curled around him in a way that likens him to an octopus. He reaches for his phone on the bedside table, and is surprised to see a message from Donna, the emoticon next to it indicating a picture attachment. Wondering what it could be, Kyle opens the text, freezing mid stretch to stare at his screen in abject horror.

The text itself, is a winky face, followed by a series of hearts. The image is what stops him in his tracks.

A picture of Jason and him tangled together like some sort of awkward plant looks back at him, taunting.

Donna’s written, ‘Courtesy of Dick Grayson.’ beneath it and Kyle groans, flopping back on the bed as Jason blinks awake next to him.

He was going to kill Nightwing when Batman came for his head.

author’s note - this is the longest thing i have ever written im kind of proud. anyways, hope you enjoyed! i would give my life for jaykyle and also waffles :)


Originally posted by pikamikey

You were working an eight hour shift at work, and sorting clothes at the thrift store was tiring. You always got frustrated when people would mess up the piles right after you sorted them, but you had to hide your frustration and be kind towards the customers.

In the middle of folding graphic tees, you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Before you pulled it out, you looked at the clock.

Only noon. Whoever is trying to get ahold of me is gonna get me in trouble with my boss. You sighed, slipping the device out of the pocket of your black work pants. 1 new message

Hey baby, how’s it going? xx

Boring, as usual. You know you’re interrupting my shift right? I’m not supposed to be on my phone, Ash..

I know, but it’s getting boring here! Calum had to leave :(


I can make your shift a lot more fun ;)

Before you could begin to type, Ashton had already begun sending messages.

Those work pants would look a lot better off.
Clothes aren’t the only thing you’re gonna be grabbing today.
C'mon cutie, you can’t ignore me ;)
Having fun yet?
I can’t wait until you’re home.
We’re gonna have so much fun baby.

My boss is about to take my phone! She’s looking at me! Stop it!

That’s not what you’re gonna be saying here in a few hours.


No can do, princess.

As you were typing a semi-long and serious reply to your dirty-minded boyfriend, you heard a female throat-clearing behind you.

You turned around to see your boss.

“Miss Y/L/N, you are not to be using your cellular device unless you are on your break or have been given permission to do so. I’ve had to tell you this several times now.” She said sternly.

This wasn’t the first time Ashton had tried to distract you from work, and you felt mixed feelings. You liked having a break for a few moments to talk with the one you loved most, but at the same time your job was on the line.

“Listen, I-i can explain-” You were cut off, the woman’s hand stopping right in front of your face.

“I’m letting you off easy this time, but I am sending you home. It seems that you can’t control your need for your cellular device. If you don’t care, you might as well not be here. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N, but if this happens again, you will be dismissed.” Her lips were pursed.

You stomped to the locker room to get your things and made a beeline for your car. You were a bit frustrated with Ashton for getting you sent home.

Driving to your apartment, which at this particular time was unfortunately being shared with Ashton, your knuckles turned white from gripping the leather that protected the steering wheel.

You turned on music, hoping it would calm your thoughts. Gasoline by Halsey came on, and you got lost in the music.

You pulled in your driveway sooner than you wanted to. You huffed, not in a good mood. Couldn’t the drive have been longer?

Opening the door, you felt the cool air from the air conditioner hit you. The store was usually pretty hot, considering your boss insisted on keeping the doors open to ‘lure in customers’ which it certainly didn’t.

You closed the door behind you and slipped off your black sneakers, which were supposed to be comfortable, but as always, you were on your feet a lot at work and even the most soft shoes weren’t that comfortable to you.

You set your purse and keys on the kitchen table, feeling as if you were being watched. You really didn’t want to talk to Ashton, and you hoped he wouldn’t try to talk to you. Or more importantly, touch you. He wasn’t being very respectful of your duties today.

Saying you were tired was an understatement.

If Ashton tries anything with me, it’s not going to end well.

You trudged up a few stairs to your bedroom and stopped in front of your dresser.

I just want to go to bed and sleep the night away.

Pulling off your work pants, you replaced them with a pair of pajama shorts.

Just as you were pulling the shorts over your bottom, a pair of warm arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt a heated breath on your ear.

“Not so fast, baby girl.. It’s about time you got home.”

Update - 9.10.14

Quick update.

The hurricane is hitting Tallahassee today and tomorrow. It should be a category one or two, which isn’t as bad as the south or central Florida is getting, but it isn’t good either.

I’m hoping to write through the storm or something. I had a few bad anxiety attacks because of the storm and complications. I’ve saved some of my favorite stories in my phone so I don’t use too much data on my phone. The stories help a lot more than you guys think. So I’ll gladly save and read more if I can.

I have stuff scheduled for Monday and Friday, but my wifi is out. So I don’t know the next time I’ll post after the storm. I’m using my cellular data right now.

I will keep you guys as updated as I can. I should be safe. If I lose power in my building and there is damage around the city, I may be going home or going to family in Chicago for a week or so.

To my fellow Floridians, please be safe. To the lovelies out west, pleas be safe. Everyone, just please please please be safe.

Love you all! Hope all is well in your worlds!

- DreaSaurusREX

Please spread the love to these lovelies: @the-witching-hours12-3
@goodnightwife @eggsyunwinftw @yourtropegirl @kitty-hulk @marvelous-imagining @underratedcharactersimagines

Originally posted by heartofappalachia

Hollywood Undead release “Whatever it Takes” music video

Hollywood Undead have released a new music video for “Whatever It Takes.” Their new album, Five, will be released on October 27th.

“We’re five brothers, and this is our fifth record,” says Johnny 3 Tears. “Nothing gets to the essence of the music like this number does. Numerology has a lot of power. When we said Five, it just made sense. The fact that we could all agree on one word codifies who we are. It also nods back to ‘No. 5’ from our first album, because it was our fifth song. Moreover, it hints at this secret society of fans supporting us for the past decade. The number is significant, and this is a significant moment for us.”

Check out the new music video below, as well as their upcoming fall tour dates.

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[HEADCANON] - Clintasha / Domestic Avengers

Jarvis: Sir, Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff are in their own world again.

Tony: *whispers to Cap* I swear to God they were secretly married.

Bruce: Huh?

Tony: Don’t worry big guy it’s nothing to do with you.

Thor: I must say I am enjoying this Midgardian event. I shall take a selfie photograph using this cellular device my dear Jane had given me and send it to her.

Tony: *rolls eyes* You have to press the button to take a picture, meat swing. 

Pepper: Tony don’t be condescending the press is taking pictures.


Natasha: I never knew you liked blue suits, Clint.

Clint: Yeah, Fury says they bring out my eyes.

Natasha: *laughs* Is that why you’re wearing sunglasses?

Clint: I feel more comfortable when people don’t know where I’m looking. 

Steve: Guys can we please act more like a team and not bickering teenagers 

Tony: Yeah snap out of it Legolas.

Clint: U wot m8

Steve: Guys com'on–

Fury: Shut the motherfuckin’ up and pose for the motherfuckin’ cameras like normal people please I do not need this mess in my team.

Clint: … So what plans you got tonight beautiful?

It’s been over 4 years and I still think about Forward Unto Dawn and how wonderfully unique its portrayal of Thomas Lasky was.

This is a 16 year old who lost his brother to the war with the Insurrectionists and has no idea how to deal with it. He tortured himself every night by rewatching Cadmon’s last messages to him and constantly replayed the same chess game they had going.

He had to deal with this all by himself, on top of his worsening physical condition - his allergic reaction to cytoprethaline, the drug used to prevent cellular damage during cryo sleep - which qualified him for medical discharge.

And yet, despite having every reason to, he did not hate the Insurrectionists.

He made himself unpopular with his peers (who verbally and physically harassed him) and his teachers because he dared to question the war between the UNSC and the Insurrectionists. He dared to understand things from ‘the enemy’s’ point of view and argued that the UNSC has very much been at fault - which obviously isn’t going to fly in a prestigious UNSC military academy meant to prepare the next generation for way against these people.

This did drive him to negatively impact his squad as a whole as he disregarded orders and ignored his classes, which is obviously bad - but he was a teenager who was dealing with grief at the loss of a close family member (his only close family member, as Audrey was constantly away due to having her own duties to the UNSC and she’s implied to be a single mother) and his physical health practically by himself.

He still had the courage to stand up to his peers (despite the immense pressure there was to fit in) and say that what the UNSC was doing wasn’t right, that the violence between both sides was something that needed to stop.

And that’s Lasky in a nutshell.

In a universe where you’re a supersoldier typically fighting against technologically superior aliens, this shift in tone and scale with Forward Unto Dawn and Halo 4 accentuated a much quieter kind of heroism which got the Reclaimer Saga off to a much more mature start.

It makes me wonder what kind of role Lasky would have played if 343 had actually followed through on the human Great Schism that was set up for Halo 5 with the rise of the New Colonial Alliance…