#waywren

[mamawasatesttube]

Top five ways for Tim to spoil his cloneboy

piercing one of his ears so they can be matchies and split one pair of earrings between them

getting all his favorite recipes from ma kent and saving them to his phone so he can always make Konfort Food as needed

memorizing his entire lengthy curl care routine and keeping his apartment bathroom stocked with all of kon's favorite hair products even before they're officially dating

giving him shotgun and aux cord privileges in the redbird, again even before they're dating

buying him the coolest wendy/star trek/star wars/lotr/etc merch on the market. kon's tim-funded geek collection is world-class.

[suzukiblu]

Soulmate Timberkon for wip wednesday please!

Most things really do hurt, lately.

Mostly everything hurts, lately.

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He really did think they were friends, at least.

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( he really did think Tim thought they were friends too. )

[clairelutra]

@waywren (on this post)

*gasp* so few wives! Not Even One!! I'm sorry I happened to see this and that line is just absolutely hysterical 😂

you see, she’s GRUDGINGLY willing to accept that human men only have one wife (it still doesn’t seem right but she can let it slide because, you know, humans) but not even one??!?! THAT’S GOING A BIT TOO FAR DON’T YOU THINK

[aziraphales-library]

I'm looking for what I think is a one-shot: a fic where Aziraphale actually fell in love first and hard, when he saw Crowley on the Ark, singing the rescued kids to sleep, and has desperately hidden it Through The Ages. A big event was that Aziraphale would groom Crowley's wings but wouldn't let Crowley touch his for fear he'd just die of love on the spot, and Crowley was puzzled and upset about this for ages until Aziraphale finally confesses post-apoc.

I can’t seem to find it. Does anyone else know this one?

~Mod P

[suzukiblu]

interdimensional crisis ( daycare ) center for WIP Wednesday please!

He'd kinda just assumed Match wouldn't exist anymore, when he'd found out that the whole stupid fucking reality had gone and pulled a reset around his own stupid existence and just clipped him out of its existence. 'Cuz like—how could he have, without a "Superboy" on tap to rip off the genes of?

And even if he had existed at some point in this timeline, somehow, well—he'd probably still have been dead, Kon had figured.

[suzukiblu]

YJ packs up and gets pupped for WIP Wednesday please!

"I don't get it," Suzie says again, and Kon really, really hates the turn the conversation's taken. "Does he not like nests? Yours smells so nice! And it's so cute!"

Kon's eyes burn, and his throat feels like he's choking on something, just for a second.

More than just a second, maybe.

[suzukiblu]

Draft stud for WIP Wednesday please!

Superboy is staring blankly at Tim like the creepy little freak is the only other thing in the world, and even from here Jason can see how dilated the other's pupils are. And also how incredibly, intensely blue his eyes are, which somehow look even brighter than they usually do. Which sure is a goddamn achievement, fucking Christ.

Also, of course those damn jeans are dark wash. God forbid the flour handprint on Superboy's ass not be as high-contrast and blatantly visible as the fucking Batsignal.

[suzukiblu]

interdimensional kidnapping via Robin for WIP Wednesday please!

“Yeah, about that,” Jason says, his eyes still narrowed as he puts a hand on the gun in his thigh holster. “I really need to know if you are Tim Drake, because I very much feel like if Tim Drake was back on-planet, there’d be some additional company here.” 

“Hell,” Tim mutters again. “I don’t know why Nova isn’t here, I just figured he was asleep or something. I mean, it’s late, he gets up early.” 

“Yeah, it’s definitely you, you’re the only fuckwit who’d ever think Supernova would actually sleep with you MIA,” Jason snorts dubiously, dropping his hand away from his thigh holster. Tim . . . cannot actually argue with the validity of that verification method, admittedly. 

“I might not be me,” he replies anyway, folding his arms maybe a little peevishly. Jason rolls his eyes so hard it’s obvious even through the domino. 

“Uh-huh,” he says. “What’s with the kid and the twink?”