but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 accounts and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???
Cassandra’s weekly training regimen, according to David Cain.
Mallet Mash Monday.
Tomahawk Toss Tuesday.
Waterboard Wednesday.
Throat Punch Thursday.
Firearm Friday.
Stab the baby Saturday.
Slice the baby Sunday, dual swords for everyone but the baby.
I only ever want to hear that sentence in this context
Vote for who would win in a fight to the death!
Superman exposed to kryptonite, call that experiencing homesickness.
Hilarious to me that DC went out of their way to make sure we knew that Steph and Cass were having an Anti-Valentine's Day dance -- complete with Jason, just in case we got the wrong idea about two girls dancing together -- and everybody's still like "aww, look at the lesbians!"
You can't defeat them, DC. It's over.
The Cain Instinct
It's still sinking in that The Owl House was about a girl running away to a fantasy world, all because of the ripple effects of losing her father at an unfairly young age — only to eventually learn that the fantasy world itself was made of the bones, and the flesh, of a loving father who'd protected his child with one of his final actions, before dying and giving life to that fantasy world. And eventually, in his truly final action, even giving life to Luz herself. Luz ran away to the Boiling Isles, all because of a single book that her dad gave her — and unknowingly, she spent every day walking over ground that embodied parental loss. A world that was born from a parent's death, a parent who had to leave their child far too soon — and not just any child, but Luz's own new best friend, in all of this new magical world. And King and Luz were only ever brought together because of their fathers' deaths — before they even realized they had anything in common to grieve. Before they realized a reminder of that grief had been beneath their feet this whole time.
But, at the end of the day... their fathers both gave them parting gifts. Their fathers both gave them the key to come of age in a world full of people who'd care about them — maybe not the only world where they could've been happy, but a world they wouldn't want to imagine missing. Their fathers gave them the chance to meet each other. To understand each other. And, ultimately, to heal and grow up together. Until the ground beneath their feet stops feeling so heavy, like grief — and starts feeling lighter again, like a gift, and a happy memory.
WFA Duke edits with things I think he should have said!!! BIG thank you to @stephexmachina for helping edit these 💖💖💖💖.
I think Stephanie would be a master of improvised weaponry. She hit Tim with a brick once, I think her speciality should be how she'll use anything. Rake on the floor? Sure. Thrown out book as a distraction? Fine. Dumpster burger? Gross, but it'll buy her enough time to tackle her opponent.
Steph: You ever think about how Cass could be in this very room watching us at any moment and we would never know? Tim: Well I'm thinking about it now. Thanks. Damian: I would know. Cass: No you wouldn't.
She/HerAutistic, queer, and (according to all the unfinished fics in my docs) an aspiring fanfic author!
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