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Jason: I’m dating Roy

Bruce: Hmm (derogatory)

Jason: He has a daughter which makes you a grandad

Bruce: Hmm (delighted)

So Jason is defo Lians emergency contact if Roy isnt available

And I'd like to think that the school administration just assumes they're together and just arent married yet

And Lian will do nothing to fight these rumors if anything she encourages them

Shatterpoint Shuffle

I decided to have a bit of fun with @bitter-chocolate-stars's cracky idea about time traveling clones and tiny Obi-Wan, as aided and abetted by @krazykupidspoems.

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Padawan Mace Windu entered the Kybuck Clan crèche. scanning the tiny initiates currently engaged in free play. He stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of one initiate, who was offering their sippy cup to the air.

His Master bumped into him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Is something wrong, Padawan?" Master Myr asked.

Mace pressed his back against her, wanting to get out of the room.

"That initiate," he said, swallowing a wave of nausea. "They... The shatterpoints. They're made of shatterpoints!"

The initiate in question was talking to an imaginary friend, oblivious to Mace's discomfort. They pulsed in the Force, surrounded by fracture lines and shards of barely-glimpsed potential. Shifting, twisting, changing; Mace pressed his thumb into the base of his wrist, trying to suppress the dizziness.

"Is that so?" Master Myr leaned over his shoulder, looking at the initiate. "How interesting."

The initiate's head whipped around, locking eyes with Mace, who tried once again to back away. They scrambled to their feet and ran over, beaming up at him.

"Gen'ral Windu! Ponds says he misses you!" They held their arms out. "Up!"

For a heartbeat one of the shards grew bigger, giving Mace the impression of... eyes, maybe. Or blood.

"Ponds?" He echoed, stooping to pick them up. He didn't want this walking nest of shatterpoints anywhere near him, but some imperatives were too big to override.

"General," his Master murmured behind him.

"Uh huh!" The initiate flopped against his chest, thumb inserted in their mouth, talking around it. "He says s'not your fault, it was that b-" They broke off, glancing aside. "Huh? A bad word? Oh, okay! It was the bad lady's fault."

Guileless grey-blue eyes stared up at him. A flicker, and they were older and filled with grief. Another flicker and they were younger, dancing with humor. Another flicker.

Mace blinked to clear it away, swallowing his queasiness.

"Thank you for telling me, initiate," he said, trying to sound sincere.

"You seem very knowledgeable, little one," Master Myr said. "Do you know my Padawan well?"

"Uh huh!" They paused mid-nod, glancing aside. "Uh uh!" They shook their head. "I will someday? That's what Cody says!"

"And who is Cody?"

He could feel Cyslin rubbing small circles against his back, but while he tried to take comfort from it he still felt as if he was cuddling a bomb.

"He's- oh right! I need to int'duce myself!" Removing their thumb from their mouth, they held their hand out over Mace's shoulder. "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi! And some day I'm gonna be a Master!"

The named echoed in the Force, a susurration.

The crèchemaster saved him at that point, coming over to whisk Obi-Wan away for a nap.

"I hope Obi-Wan didn't trouble you too much," Master Tlah said, once everyone had been settled. "He has a very active imagination, even for a human toddler."

"That's quite alright, isn't it, Mace?" Cyslin elbowed him.

Mace bowed. "Yes, of course. It was fine, Master Tlah," he lied.

The two Masters chatted for a bit before he and Cyslin finally left the crèche.

"So," she said, in a tone Mace had come to dread. "Young Obi-Wan seems very interesting."

"That's one way of putting it," he muttered.

"Perhaps this is the Force's way of giving you a hint."

He side-eyed her, wariness prickling between his shoulders. She caught the look, grinning as she ruffled his braids.

"My poor, suspicious Padawan," she teased. "All I'm saying is that if he's still 'made of shatterpoints' by the time he comes of age, he might benefit from having a Master who understands what that means."

He turned to stare at her in open-mouthed horror, making her laugh.

"Absolutely not," he said. "I'm still a Padawan! I'll probably still be a Padawan by then!"

"We'll see, my little General, we'll see."

She continued down the hall, leaving Mace to wallow in a sense of impending doom. A flicker of possibility off to one side, carrying the suggestion of laughter.

"Absolutely not," he repeated, hoping the Force believed him.

“patroclus and achilles and jegulus variants!” “james is achilles and reg is patroclus!!!” NO. patroclus and achilles could not be more DIFFERENT from james and regulus. they are so wolfstar it HURTS.

lets start with the basics:

achilles, rather than the sun is a star, he shines brightly and everyone loves him. he is dangerous but only when you get close, unlike the sun who can burn from afar. what is sirius black, if not adored by the masses? what is sirius black, if not distant when he is near?

patroclus is not a rebel or a warrior, but he knows when a fight is necessary. things have happened to him to brand him for life beyond his control. remus lupin is cautious but intelligent. he knows how to get shit done and hes not afraid to do it if he deems it imperative.

to further my point:

james potter, despite his pettiness and his selfishness, would never stop fighting. despite what happened, he would not stay back in the tent while people went to war for him. he wouldnt do it. he would be bitter and angry and fucking pissed, but he would fight. sirius was raised with people doing things for him. he couldn’t be bothered to fight; he only did it because he was good at it. if someone annoyed him, he would sit out and wait the fight out. he’s whiny, but then, so is achilles.

regulus black would fight aggressively from the beginning, so unlike patroclus. it wouldn’t take his lover/friend to sit out from the fight to spur him into action. he will claw and bite for his cause, his method is madness. remus is patient. he is not a born fighter, but he’s willing to pick up a spear for those he loves. so when sirius, whom he treasures, elects out of the battle, it would be remus, not regulus (who’d already had his armor on), to slip sirius’ helmet on his own head.

achilles and sirius, who loved consumingly yet carelessly, juxtaposing james’ care that consumes.

patroclus and remus, who love madly yet quietly, in antithesis to the way regulus is quiet regarding everything but his madness.

achilles should not be compared to james. he IS sirius.

patroclus is the remus variant to ever exist.

thank you for listening to my ted talk! feedback is amusing and welcome!

gay people website you’re letting me down 😔 i was expecting (hoping for) an endless stream of jayroy content… alas

Quinlan has sent pictures like this to Fox at least once.

"spam like = blocked" if you spam like me i am going to cast 1000 protection spells on you so nothing bad happens to you ever

They Have AO3?!?

So apparently AO3 is cannonical to the DC universe, in which it is called Tales of our own or TO3!

(I’m tired and feeling whimsical and have another au)

AU where the Clones have existed almost as long as the Jedi and are basically the Jedi version of Hogwart’s letters. They feel a pull and go out and find their Jedi, unless their Jedi were already found in Search and there for they grow up together

- Obi Wan is never kicked out in this verse because as much as he can’t find a Master, Cody is adamant This Is My Jedi so if Obi Wan goes, he does to (or maybe they both leave)

- when Qui Gon finds Anakin on Tatooine, he’s already been found, by a rebellious Clone who left the Order because Fuck This Shit. His name is Jango

OR!!!!

Jango was Dooku’s clone trooper and they had a serious falling out. Jango recognizes Anakin as a possible Jedi and sticks around to keep the kid safe. Anakin’s Clone Trooper can be either Rex or Fives

- no chips this time, Palpy uses some other means to attempt to neutralize the troopers

Read a fic years ago (please help me find it so I can give credit) where physical manifestations of different DC cities showed up. That's pretty much all I remember, but this is what I think Gotham looks like.

She wears a gray hoodie over a black ball dress (concealing a near infinite number of knives) with a skirt that's torn and stained with blood and filth. The dress is low backed, and when she takes off the hoodie it reveals an abundance of whipping scars. She wears a pearl necklace and rarely speaks, though she has been known to sing, scream, and make various cooing, chirping, hissing, growling or otherwise animalistic noises.

Her hair and skin are dark, her eyes kaleidoscopes (everyone disagrees afterwards what color they were, all agree they saw into your soul), and her height changes according to the situation. She has a black eye and tear-stained cheeks, some say because she is forever mourning her children. Her feet are bare and bleeding, as though she's been walking on broken glass.

She wanders the alleys and walks the shadows, weeping, bleeding, mourning, comforting, calling. Darkness heeds her command, and she protects her children however she can. She is the adoptive mother of the strays and orphans that dwell within. She is Lady Gotham.

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close ups on eyes and necklace

Please let me know what you think and whether I should do more