He Deserves Better - Blog Posts

Maybe it's just in my neck of woods (Tumblr) but I'm surprised how it's only "cute Monty" all around and not "poor incomprehensibly brutally abused Monty".

Don't get me wrong, absolutely no judgement, I definitely think he's cute and kind (in his own clueless way) and I love our little crow boy.

BUT I haven't seen anything about the absolutely horrific, stomach-turning, beyond-cruel transformations Esther made him go through both times. She literally butchered him and tore him to pieces alive! Every time I think about it I feel myself shying away from remembering, horror gripping my spine.

I guess that's maybe it? It's so horrific that we all collectively decided not to talk about it? I'm really curious.

Superboy AU where the suit is actually a part of Kon. (TW/CW for brief mention of self harm near the end, marked with three ***)

He doesn’t notice it when he’s still in CADMUS, where he’s in a state that’s not really conscious but too alert to labeled asleep- a dissociative in between. He hears the scientists talking, hears the mention of “the suit responds as expected” or “how does he react to this…”

He can’t focus on it when after weeks of experiments and tests and “Look here, Project 13” he’s being rescued (what was there to be rescued from, what’s going on-)

But when things calm down, and he’s brought to the Watchtower’s medbay and someone goes to remove the suit so they can perform a checkup, he flinches away because that hurt*.

All too suddenly he’s aware of being able to feel the suit. It doesn’t feel like a coat, doesn’t feel like a blanket, it feels like him.

He becomes aware of how it aches, how he can feel the AC on him even though he should be covered.

A quick examination just confirms it: his suit is like a second skin.

It’s full of nerves, veins, even a few thin layers of muscle. There’s no bone, but it’s too soft and flexible to be cartilage. It seems weaker than the rest of him, somehow, old bruises able to be seen if you’re looking for them.

***When he’s left alone for the night, legs still strapped to the medical bed because (he’s dangerous and untrustworthy and was made by Luthor) he thrashed around in a panic earlier, he finds a scalpel left on a try at his bedside and runs it across his chest (hard, because even though he’s not Superman he’s damn well close).

He doesn’t know if he cries when blood rises and trails after the scalpel.

He doesn’t know how he feels when weeks later, there’s still a faint scar.

*I’m not 100% sure how it works in the comics, but to me just because you’re near indestructible/invulnerable, that doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain. I’m sure there’d be a higher tolerance to it, but considering Kon would only be a few weeks old/out of the tube at this point, he hasn’t built up that resistance yet.

Also I am well aware that a scalpel would not work on Kon, let alone Clark, but maybe it’s a kryptonite infused scalpel for emergencies.

Bakugo Katsuki literally just took the Ekko treatment and I am not okay.

Geonha is the definition of "Too pretty for your own good"

Friendly reminder that Billy was teaching kids how to swim in Season 3. I can’t get over the image of Hawkins’ resident bad boy, standing waist deep in the shallow end of the pool as he teaches a kid with floaties around their arms how to swim.

“What are you doing here? I thought you’re partying with your friends..” Elijah’s voice made him gerk and shook his head.

“Umg.. yeah, I’m celebrating here. With myself. And I’ll be really happy, if you let me to continue do it. Take what you need and fucking leave.” He standed up from the chair, gestured to the attic’s door.

“Who said that I need something here? I’ve been trying to find you.”

“So, you did.”

“Yes, and I’m surprised.”

Elijah went to the middle of the room, ignoring Gavin’s annoyed gaze.

“Even I have a birthday party with guys from college. I was sure, that you’ll be cellebrate all week, but now we’re here.” Elijah turned to his brother, raising eyebrow. “Is something happened, Gav? I know that you think that I don’t care. But I do. Are you okay?”

“Yes, listen, that’s really sweet, but I’m okay. I don’t need your help or something.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, smartass, you’ve made a mistake here. I’m absolutely fine. More than. Now, leave.” He gestured to the door again.

“Uh, brother, dearest, I almost believed you. You was nervous and kinda lost for the last two weeks.” He made a few slow steps towards Gavin. “You spent most of the time in your room, when usually you went out with your.. classmates? Your eyes are red sometimes. For the first time I thought it was weed or something, but I’m sure it isn’t. Only fool will smoke with parents in the house.”

Elijah put his hand on Gavin’s shoulder.

“What happened Gavin? I know, that we wasn’t so close for the last years, but I’m your brother. I want to help you. You know that I won’t tell anyone.”

Gavin took a deep breathe.

“Okay, well, seems like all my words doesn’t make a sense to you. I’m.. surprising that someone in this house look for me. I’m more than surprised, that someone in this house remembers about my birthday.” He smirked sadly and tired. “So, thanks for your visit and all your.. work.”

“I’m not the only..”

“No you are!” “Gavin interrupted him, raising his voise.” “They doesn’t ask me about school anymore, they doesn’t care where I spend my evenings, how my day was, how my school goes! They don’t need me! And you know what? That is because of you.”

Gavin made a step back, throwing off Elija’s hand.

“You’ve had a birthday party because they’ve arranged it. But, for sure, they didn’t only forgot to ask me about my party, they fucking forgot about my birthday, Elijah. Because of your stupid since-competition or how you, guys, call it. So, don’t pretend, that you care, when you are not.” He turned to the wall, sighting.

“And I also don’t have real friends, huh. Surprise!..” He said, turning back. “At least, none of them remember to congrats me, you know..”

There was silense for a moment. Elijah frowned, trying to process the information.

“Why.. I didn’t know, Gav. I didn’t want to.. didn’t want to hurt you.”

Elijah raised his hand, put it on Gavin’s shoulder again, pulled him to his chest. Gavin jerked but didn’t move back.

“I wish I was here all this time, knowing what’s in your head.” He whispered. “I thought that I was attentive enough. I wasn’t. And now, Gav, I have no idea how to get closer to you again. I wish I could be better brother.” He breathed out the last words to Gavin’s hair. Gavin wrapped his hands around Elijah’s waist. “I need you. I want you back.”

“All this time. That was all that I wanted to hear.. you’ve might just tell me.”

“Yes, I do. But I thougt that you was too busy with all your cool friends, and that you wasn’t interested in your neard bro.”

“I always was.”

Elijah jently rubbed Gavin’s back.

“Can I be your birthday friend and cellebrate it with you today, on that.. closed party?” He giggled. “What would you say, little brother?”

“Two months and twenty-one days, El..” He weakly punched him on the back, smiling. “And yes, if you have present, you are welcome.”

how i feel coming out of nowhere whenever my hyperfixation is mentioned