harshcutieszoos said: AU meme, #2, Cass/Steph (if you don't ship this, platonic is good)
2. Childhood best friends AU
Steph stares. Eyes swinging from the whimpering creep on her bedroom floor, and the tiny, awkward shadow frozen on her windowsill.
The shadow bolts.
“I’m going to tie you down and force you to learn social skills, swear to god,” Steph threatens under her breath, nudging Cass’ present with the toe of her boot. ‘Uncle’ Marco, also known with little affection as ‘uncle grabby-hands’. Cass had broken his fingers a couple times back when they were tiny brats. “Ugh. And I was going to get my math homework finished tonight. Mom! We need to call the cops again!”
“So, the thing is, I have this old friend, you know?” Steph says, gesturing expansively with her fork. “Real gotham weird. B would adopt her in an instant given the chance. She moved away -” Steph cut herself off. “Okay, I was about to lie. She and her weird dad disappeared in the middle of the freaking night when I was seven. No warning.”
Tim raises his eyebrows, snatching a few fries off her plate. “And? I assume there’s a reason you brought this up.”
“She’s back. And leaving unconscious assholes on my bedroom floor like a, a – cat, or something. I didn’t even know half of the fuckers were still alive before this.” Steph cocks her head, looking at him intently. “You’re a creepy baby stalker, you tell me – is this some sort of apology? An invitation hidden in the number teeth they’re missing? Stalker’s version of ‘do you like me, yes or no?’ note shoved in my locker, what?”
Tim sputters and chokes on his milkshake.
“So, I asked a friend about the best way to actually get you to stick around for a while,” Steph announces, with her back to the window. “He suggested leaving food out on the balcony.”
There’s not exactly a reply, but the silence somehow gains an embarrassed quality.
“You are absolutely ridiculous, you know that, right?” Steph asks, voice helplessly fond. A cough, then -
“Ring. I still -” Cass’ voice falters, but soft footsteps sound on the wood floor. A ragged girl in a dirty, oversized sweater edges into view. She holds up a cheap, dollar-store chain, a little wooden ring hanging from it. “Um.”
Oh, Cass. She hasn’t changed at all “I’m going to hug you right now, okay? Fair warning.”
Cass stares at her, and ever so carefully nods. She opens her arms.
It’s been years, but Cass’ head on her shoulder is still most wonderful thing in the world. “I’ve missed you so much, Cass,” Steph chokes past the lump in her throat. “You’re not allowed to leave again.”
August 29, 2014
protagonistically said: JayTim & 27, if you please?
Jason and Tim both have MCS in this - more information here. I figure, if anywhere is likely to cause it, Gotham is.
27. Support Group AU
FlexwiththeBoat: 'Have u tried homeopathy?' Gee, anti-vaxx homeschooler, no, I /never/ thought of that. I'll start on your pseudo-scientific snake oil right away!
Jason snickered. Tim was on an absolute tear today. Seeing his normally well mannered friend/online boyfriend get this sarcastic was hilarious.
GothamZombie: Tell me you said that to her face. Please.
FlexwiththeBoat: Sadly, no. I’m trying /not/ to get fired, remem? i dont wanna work for my parents company, its scary & gives me migraines in teh west offices
GothamZombie: You’re 2 good for thos bastards. Come work for me, ill pay you in snickers bars.
FlexwiththeBoat: Alas, landlord wont take rent in candy. And mom would kill me.
FlexwiththeBoat: wait, no. Mom would kill /you/.
FlexwiththeBoat: and I just made myself sound like jailbait, didn’t i.
GothamZombie: u just keep digging yourself deeper. Quit while u r ahead.
FlexwiththeBoat: that was 2 minutes ago. im not a timelord deadman.
GothamZombie: least u r honest about that.
FlexwiththeBoat: u have no room 2 talk mr fainted @ the rally
GothamZombie: …fair enough.
That hadn’t exactly been Jason’s finest moment. He’d thought he could deal with a few hours downtown, but he’d underestimated how much traffic there’d be on a weekend afternoon. Tim never let him forget it – payback for Jason mocking of his last job at a knitting shop.
GothamZombie: btw, did u hear? the news has another catchy name 4 us.
FlexwiththeBoat: *rolls eyes* joker syndrome, ugh. like laughing gas is seriously teh main problem. the mcs group in new york doesnt have this problem.
GothamZombie: dunno, maybe we can work w/it. facepaint?
FlexwiththeBoat: wtf zombie
FlexwiththeBoat: r u fucking with me?
FlexwiththeBoat: he nearly KILLED u last break out
GothamZombie: itd be funny 2 see the look on ur dad’s face.
FlexwiththeBoat: this was ur idea, got it?
August 29, 2014
afewnovelideas said: Because it's at the forefront of my mind: Drakestroke #1 (I hope you have fun with this one.)
I hope you were expecting me to mess with the tropes of that one, because, well…
I had a lot of fun with this one. *Evil author cackle*
1. Soulmates AU
It is not Slade’s name on Janie’s wrist. They don’t fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle. They are not each other’s completion. Janie has spent hours screaming at him over his ‘stupid, blind, idiotic sense of honor,’ and Slade once cut contact with her for nearly six months after she blew a mission by disobeying his orders. Slade was not made her perfect counterpart, the one she was destined to meet. Janie’s smile, her clever mind and cold, clear eyes, were never meant for Slade. Nothing keeps them together but the choices they’ve made.
But those choices are the most important things in the world. From the day Slade made his offer to a badly-trained black bag operative, they chose one another.
(A sneer on Janie’s thin face, nineteen and bitter and angry, angry, angry at the world, “I’d rather be alone than with someone because of a name and expectations.” Flint-hard eyes, bitter and brittle, looking out at the Kenyan sky. “I’m sick of obligated love.”)
There is a name on her wrist, of someone she’s met before, and walked away from. As Adeline chose to walk away from Slade, when he betrayed her trust and scarred their son. Slade will always love her, will always wear her name on his wrist, but that chapter of his life is done. Ended by his own foolishness.
They have no grand destiny. Just this: The curl of a calloused hand around another, the flash of adrenaline-drunk smiles, a nod across a crowded room. Bare skin and bared scars, a challenge in raised brows. Trust forged by trials and long familiarity, debts payed and debts owed, until the line between ‘mine’ and ‘yours’ is blurred past recognition.
Janie is not his soulmate, and Slade isn’t hers. Nothing ties them but the desire for each other’s company. Each moment together is a choice they’ve made, a gift they’ve given. Nothing they have, nothing they’ve built, could have come from matching names and obligations
It is not Slade’s name on Janie’s wrist.
August 29, 2014
For The First Time Ever, All Four Eyewitness Accounts of The Murder of Michael Brown Put In Chronological Order: The most detailed side-by-side telling of each eyewitness account of the Mike Brown murder in chronological order #JusticeForMichaelBrown [@ShaunKing]
Reblog the fuck out of this
August 29, 2014
Houston, Texas: March and rally in solidarity with the Ferguson uprising, August 20, 2014.
"Whose streets? Our streets! Took over the streets in Third Ward, marching in solidarity with Ferguson, from the HPD cop shop on West Grey and St. Emanuel and through the hood. We out-smarted the cops who were trying to block the streets and keep us on the sidewalks. HPD, out of our community!”
Report and photos by Gloria Rubac
August 29, 2014
"The cat’s so out of the bag, it must be in another country by now and having little rumor kittens there."
August 29, 2014
Going to bed now, will finish prompts in the morning. Night, guys.
August 29, 2014
heartslogos said: 49. boss/intern au and ra'stim? is that okay? or 17. meeting at the park while drunk?
I’m experimenting a bit with characterization, so please excuse the oddities.
49. boss/intern au
“ - and on a related note, public opinion of you is already perilously close to concluding you are the rich corporate equivalent of the sketchy dude in a van who hangs out around playgrounds. But if that’s the image you’re going for, by all means, continue to be inappropriately touchy with me in public.” Tim grinned brightly, managing to make himself look approximately fourteen years old in the process. Ra’s shuddered.
“You say that as if you weren’t the one to start those rumors yourself, Timothy,” Ra’s said, shuffling through a stack of paper on his desk. “And please never do that again. Sabotage is one thing, looking like one of Wayne’s disturbingly young trophy dates is quite another.”
“Was going for pre-teen Dick Grayson, actually,” Tim corrected. “I met him when Mother was trying to take over Wayne Industries, before she decided it’d be like kicking an injured puppy.”
Ra’s gave him a pointed look. “As I said, one of Wayne’s disturbingly young trophy dates. While we’re on the subject of corporate espionage, kindly give me back that copy of the Research and Development budget you just stole. That was not subtle.”
“Had to try,” Tim said, shrugging, and dug the folder out of his messenger bag. “Mother says she thinks the new solar panel design is very clever, but you’ll never manage a cost efficient version the way you’re going about it, by the way.”
“She did mention it, the last time we were in court together,” Ra’s said dryly. “Repeatedly, in fact.”
Tim snickered, and booted up one the computer at his desk. “You just left it on your desk, that’s practically a signed invitation, boss.”
“By certain definitions, I suppose.” Ra’s eyed Tim with weary amusement. “What do I have to bribe you with for you to pretend not to be a maladjusted corporate sociopath for the rest of the day? I have actual work to complete, and I’m not fool enough to bring you along.”
Tim gave Ra’s a sideways look. “Mother is still hissing-mad over you setting the SEC on her. I suppose I could let you off easy for a day.”
“My, my. That was practically a proposal from you. Could it be, Timothy, that your black, wizened heart holds some affection for me?” Ra’s drawled, watching Tim with amusement.
Tim’s cheeks went suspiciously pink. “Shut up, Ra’s.”
Ra’s smoothed his face into a solemn expression, eyes dancing. “Be still, my beating heart, this is a grand day.”
The stapler Tim tossed missed Ra’s’ head by inches.
August 28, 2014
SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC
- soulmates au
- childhood best friends au
- teacher/student au
- teacher/single parent au
- one night stand and falling pregnant au
- meeting at a coffee shop au
- fake relationship au
- roommates au
- meeting online au
- high school popular kid/nerd au
- partners in crime au
- writer and editor au
- co-stars au
- lab partners au
- meeting in the E.R/A&E au
- brand new neighbours au
- meeting at a party whilst drunk au
- waking up with amnesia au
- parents meeting when they take their kids to class au
- dysfunctional relationship au
- best friends sibling au
- two miserable people meeting at a wedding au
- meeting on a train ride au
- literally bumping into each other au
- librarian/avid reader au
- sitting on the same park bench au
- meeting at a support group au
- knocking on the wrong door au
- going away to war au
- tourist/knowledgeable local au
- prostitute/client au
- doctor/companion au
- celebrity/fan au
- meeting at a masquerade ball au
- one of them trying to get the other one off of drugs au
- living in a society where their love is taboo au
- meeting in prison au
- cop/person getting a speeding ticket au
- long distance relationship au
- exes meeting again after not speaking for years au
- ghost/living person au
- star-crossed lovers au
- falling in love with their best friend’s partner au
- one of them being diagnosed with a terminal illness au
- pretending to hate each other au
- nanny/single parent au
- meeting at a festival au
- meeting again at a high school reunion au
- boss/intern au
- going through a divorce au
FUCK YEAH LET’S DO THIS AGAIN PEOPLE
Because I am still hella bored
I’ll do 10, maybe more, any of my fandoms: Batman, Avatar (ATLA only, Korra’s not my thing) ROTG, Toriko, Naruto, (Katekyo Hitman Reborn, dammit, S, you got me addicted to that show…)