It's Really Funny That Cass And Steph Patrol As A Pair. Like, Cass? We All Know She Doesn't Need Back

Headcanon that Billy doesn’t say “I swear to god” or any variation of that cause if he says that and then breaks the promise, the gods in his head won’t stop nagging him about it until he fixes it

Read Superman/Shazam: First Thunder and genuinely cried over it and had the most gut wrenching thought...

Clark's knows exactly how it feels for the world to have their eyes on him always. He knows what it's like for the world to fear him as Superman, and as much as they've come to trust him, the instant Superman acts out or 'has a bad day', he knows he will become the villian. The big scary alien guy with impossible powers who could destroy the world. Even one little outburst, one tiny flicker of anything other than hope and joy, and the trust he's worked so hard to build will crumble.

Billy is young. He's new. He doesn't know this. He acts out in frustration and anger and sarrow, and he doesn't know how to cope with these impossible standards. He's just a little boy who wants to cry and throw things, but Captain Marvel throwing a tantrum could destroy a city. He probably feels like a caged animal, unable to let out any of those feelings, lashing out and running away. He doesn't have the same self-control as Clark and is almost self-destructive in a sense.

Of course, Clark immediately feels strongly about Billy just being a kid. Clark was once a little boy with powers he couldn't fully control and knew exactly how it felt to be teetering on the edge of "everyone hates me, I'm a monster," mindsets. He probably feels so much kinship and understanding, and he gets defensive over it. Clark was so ready to throw hands with the wizard for Billy, then immediately went to Billy to comfort him and be like, "we're both just people. We're the same. You aren't alone."

Sobbing very hard </3.

what the fuck are they feeding the falin and marcille fan artists. why are they painting the sistine chapel every time. they're going crazy style. those freaks. i love them so much.

What if her name was Cassandra Plain and she stopped serving cunt.

oh wait that's just orphan.

Before I knew I was bisexual I was just insanely dramatic and weird around guys I liked. I had a crush on this guy in my ward - he was older than me, he played bagpipes and had a cheerful dog and an old Volkswagen bus that he worked on all the time. He also had nice scruff and unnaturally attractive hands and a good sense of humor, so I was like FULLY smitten.

I talked about him a lot and about how he was just so dang COOL, dang it, because he was so frickin’ cool. And I really liked him. I thought he was funny and smart and interesting and cool and fascinating and a bunch of other weird feelings I barely had the attention span to think about (I think my ADHD may have prevented me from coming out for a while tbh).

One day, I’m like 14-15, his dad is called to be my Sunday School teacher. His dad is this ex-military hardass with a chip on his shoulder for absolutely no reason and unattainable standards for his children. He spent most of Sunday School talking shit about his eldest boy and how he was rebellious and didn’t listen to him and how that was going to make him a bad adult and a bad son forever. How his son was too lazy and unmotivated to be successful because he didn’t listen to his advice on how to read the scriptures. He complained about how our generation was too weak to do things right and that our generation would surely be the one that brought the world’s downfall because of our laziness and sin.

And like, first of all, that guy can already go fuck himself for that. To clarify, that’s already stupid. BUT. He was talking about the man I had uncomfortable dreams about at least once a month. I couldn’t stand it. I’d get so mad I’d go home shaking sometimes because how fucking DARE he insult his hardworking stunning son by calling him lazy? For not reading the Bible the way his dad wants? When he’s already spending his time learning bagpipes? And fixing cars? And being cool? And cute? Who the fuck even cares if he uses the footnotes in the Book of Mormon? Who gives a rotten rat’s ass if he doesn’t use the scripture study manual his dad uses? He’s so cool he doesn’t even need it? So fuck off?

And eventually I got fucking Sick Of It and decided to mutiny. And by mutiny, I mean skip class. I’d just not go. And after a bit, adults started noticing and bugging me about it. At first, this was put off by small talk and excuses, but as my absence from Sunday School became more well-known, my excuses began to be rejected.

“Oh, Lizard, why aren’t you in class?” Uhm idk because my Sunday School teacher is mean to his kid and that makes me so mad wtf do you want from me? 🫠🤔

“Where’s your class, I’ll go with you!” Oh no ty I’d rather peel my own eyes than have my taste in men critiqued tyty 🩷

“Lizard, you should go to class, I’m sure they miss you!” And I miss the innocent days where my stomach didn’t hurt when a cool boy I knew was being belittled but unfortunately for us both those days are LONG gone and all that’s left is a budding psychosexual clusterfuck that will render me almost fully incapable of functioning for the better part of a decade so Bye Bye, sister Smith 🙂‍↕️

It had gotten to the point that ward leadership was involved. I was being approached by members of the Young Men’s presidency and the Bishopric to try and make me to back to class. They were telling me God had told them to find me and instruct me on my rebelliousness. This is where I implemented my secret weapon - women. Mormons are weird as hell about a lot of things, but especially about women. And I was GREAT with women. So to combat the leadership’s attention, I started helping women.

Our ward had a lot of new moms with babies who were, as babies tend to be, fussy. But for Mormon women the church is often their only social outlet, so they try to power through as long as they can even if it means enduring the exhausting ordeal of taking care of a fussy baby at church.

For what it’s worth, I have a lot of sway with babies. I got baby street cred. Me and babies have a rapport. I have always known this. I have always loved this. And in this crucial gay time in my faggot life my baby mind powers came in clutch - Every time I saw a member of the bishopric getting close, or a young men’s leader giving me side-eye, I’d start walking slowly towards class, passing by relief society. I’d wait until a mom’s baby had gotten too fussy and needed to leave the room, and I’d swoop in like a knight. “Oh, don’t you worry sister, I’ll bounce him a bit. You go back and hang out with your friends in class. You deserve a break.”

If it was a diaper change or something they’d tell me no. But if it was just some good old-fashioned baby fusses, I mean, they’d be moved almost to tears. They just got their social time back AND a free babysitter who is renowned as the Baby Whisperer. And because I was holding a baby as a favor for someone else, I of course could not reasonably be bothered to return to class.

So just like that, I was out of everyone’s sights. This went on for about a month before the straw that broke the camel’s back, which was that without my class participation the classes were quiet and awkward. I’d often take the brunt of Sunday school lectures by answering questions impulsively and over explaining myself enough that the clock could run out without anyone needing to do or say much. My absence meant everyone else was getting hit with the full unpleasantness of this guy’s bullshit. And so slowly, one-by-one, I had a group of about 8 kids on baby-holding duty. These new moms were so overjoyed, they and their husbands were both so actively in our corner that now chastising us was untenable. Now we had bargaining power. So the Bishopric approached us, confused beyond confused and uncomfortable beyond uncomfortable, and said,

“What’s it gonna take to get you back to class?”

The POWER I possessed in that moment was addictive. By being kind to the women of the ward and ignoring the Mormon de facto Rule of Law of following rules en-masse so the rule breakers feel left out, there were now so many people breaking ranks that we had effectively enacted a church boy labor strike. And they crumbled so fast it was almost like we had swayed God himself to our cause.

“I want brother assholedad gone. He sucks at teaching.”

I didn’t even have to say it. One of my rebels said it for me. I just nodded sagely and said “Yes, his class is not edifying. It’s better to not go and hold babies.”

And just like that, with a snap of my limp-wristed, Christ-wounding, bottom-brained fingers my faggot will was enacted. God’s revelation that brother shitdad was his chosen Sunday school teacher flipped on a dime. Suddenly brother shitdad was asked to be an usher and the fun dad of another one of my crushes was called in to teach us. I still stayed to hold babies a lot, but the rest of the class returned and all was well again.

Although I didn’t recognize it then, I think that was a formative moment for me in a lot of ways. I learned that being really persistently annoying will get me what I want from authority eventually. I learned that God’s will can be swayed by going in strike. I learned that ignoring men’s made up authority forces them to level with you as a person. I learned that caring for women, especially vulnerable women, can make a whole world happier. I learned that letting women rest can help them feel more love for the things that matter in their life. I learned that social bonds make everyone stronger and happier. And I learned that loving others in a gay way can change the world.

Be gayer. Read Terry Pratchett. I love y’all 💕

Idk about you, but it’s very important to me that Cassandra Cain has a scratchy and sore sounding voice paired with an accent that is completely unique.

Like, that girl was homeless and wandering the US for around 9 years! Pairing that with the fact she didn’t use her voice often/at all for the first 17 years of her life then of course her voice will sound weird from the disuse!

Sleeping is stupid.

I need to sleep but I sleep when the sleep is sleeping and idk where I’m going with this sentence I need to fucking slep..

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!!!!!!!! And imm weak

Im going to implode if I don’t sleeep. Good nigjht? More like GOOD RIDDANCEE

Yes, I have over 30 drafts that I release day by day like hostages being released by a criminal with unintelligible demands.

Yes, the drafts are growing faster than I am willing post them.

Yes, this was in my drafts for a week.

I declare this press conference over.

He stores the fan in the place where his spleen used to be.

I bet wearing spandex in summer is no fun

Bonus: summer suits!?

Idea: Captain Marvel (Shazam) gets knocked so hard by magic that it sends his conscience spiralling into one of the past champions.

Captain Marvel just lying down in a massive crater: ow

Superman, rushing over to Marvel: Captain! Are you alright?!

Captain Marvel: *stands up and stares at this random blue man*

Superman, getting increasingly worried: What happened?

Marvel, looking down at himself and talking in a dead language: Yo, why am I a man????

Superman, looking rightfully confused at him not speaking english anymore: Captain?

Marvel, looking at his hands in increasing confusion: …why am I WHITE????