... I Always Read "smh" As "so Much Hate" Instead Of "shake My Head"...

... I always read "smh" as "so much hate" instead of "shake my head"...

uhhhhhhhhh i just figured out that “ofc” is “of fucking course” but this whole time i’ve been reading it “ofcourse” ………… anyway if u need a dumbass just hmu

My favourite fic currently, and this art is magnificent!!!

some fanart for @riz-gukgak‘s fabriz fanfic Saint Judas! im obsessed w it currently

✨ kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous ✨

Leverage: Supers

They don’t have superpowers. They don’t. Or at least, they don’t have super powers.

Sure, Nate jokes that he’s psychic. It’s a con he’s played on more than one mark, not counting the times Sophie (or, memorably, Tara) picked up the role. The rumors of precognition floated around him as an investigator no matter how much he insisted otherwise. As his reputation as a thief grew, so did the rumors. Being assumed as a seer of some kind has been a help as much as a hindrance, really, but it deters more trouble than it attracts, so Nate’s let the rumor lie.

But there are times, once in a while, when Nate pauses. His voice will get raspy. Usually it’s just a word: duck, stop, run, wait. The team has learned that you don’t argue when he uses that voice, because he’s always right, and it’s saved their lives more than once. Nate calls it a feeling, or an instinct, and then changes the subject. One time, when he was drunk and pressed, he slurred, “It didn’t save my son.” After that, they stopped asking.

Sophie isn’t actually a shapeshifter, not like in that 1970’s footage of the person changing, one face after another sliding across their body like a slideshow. They know Sophie can’t do that, because she’s a good liar but they know she cares, and if she could do that, she would have, when they were in a few tight spots where a change of face would have stopped the violence.

But there’s something just slightly too good about her performances, sometimes. Even though it’s her skills that sell it, her features never betray her. Her skin is always just enough of the right shade. Her eyes are always just close enough to the right shape. It could be written off as the mind playing tricks, except that Hardison keep having to update his facial analysis algorithms, because they keep getting Sophie wrong. People who have met her before swear they haven’t, and vice versa.

Eliot is easy to pin down, if harder to prove. It’s just not natural for anyone to take that much damage and never need a hospital. He always waves it off, insists it’s not as bad as it looks, but that doesn’t explain why he has smooth skin in places where he absolutely should have scars, given the injuries he’s acquired during their work.

One day Hardison cracks the right server and finds a photo he recognizes on a list in a military database. After that, he notices the way Eliot reacts to mentions of super soldiers and government experiments. It’s subtle. It could be mistaken for the general dislike many army grunts have of superheroes, if he didn’t know better.

Parker also has instinctive reactions, though she denies them even while tensing, just enough for her teammates to notice, around large men in lab coats when they tower over her, around needles and syringes. She doesn’t know why because she was far too young to remember anything before the endless foster homes.

When she trusts them, eventually, they get glimpses of Parker dislocating joints that shouldn’t be able to dislocate and popping them back into place without blinking or bruising. It’s a bit too much for even the most limber double-jointed acrobats. Hardison thinks of cats, who can fold their collarbones to fit through tight spaces, and deliberately does not go looking for Parker’s past.

And Hardison? Hardison doesn’t think he has anything at all above baseline. Sure, he’s always talked to his tech. He names his computers, the vans, the robots. He whispers soothing encouragements or desperate pleas off-mic. Like any good programmer, he’s irrationally superstitious, but he doesn’t really, logically, objectively think much of it, until the day when Parker thrusts her phone in his face, cracked and probably irreparably dead, and tells him to ask it to turn on for just a bit longer so they can call for help.

He does. It does. Parker seems completely unsurprised. Haridison starts being more aware of how he talks to things, starts leaning how to feel the connections that he’s been tapping into unconsciously his whole life.

They don’t have superpowers. But then again, none of them ever claimed to be normal.

Spoilers for Wayward Son

the new "Simon Snow" book by Rainbow Rowell

... I'm on page 172 which means: It's time for my halfway-through book review!

**SPOILERS**SPOILERS**SPOILERS**SPOILERS**

• Simon!! my poor boy is depressed and self-deprecating! not going to your therapist doesn't help honey! At least America has given him some fresh wind under his wings (ha) but I'm afraid he's just falling back into his child-soldiers days since fighting is all he's ever really known... and don't be dumb, Baz still loves you!!!

• Baz, my poor fancy boy, he does NOT like America (or more: roadtripping through America in a CONVERTIBLE with the SUN out while being a VAMPIRE). I just want him and Simon to really talk. I even forgive him for draining nine kitties.

• Pen, my girl, screw Micah, I still love you! Embrace the weirdness of Americas magic and learn from it, you love that kind of stuff! And I think there's someone who could help you with that stuff...

• Americas magical world in here is so good!!! It's doing everything right that Rowlings worldbuilding did wrong. I love the vibe of it all!!

• The Renfaire was fantastic, first it was funny and heartwarming, then it was tense and a bit heartbreaking (Baz and vampires). Where's Aunt Fiona when you need her?

• I hereby adopt Shepard. He's the best. I love him.

• and now onto my problem child... Agatha, why did you agree to go to this thing? Why couldn't you have just gone to Burning Man ("Burning Lad")? Is Ginger really worth it? This so creepy. I hope you'll be ok at the end of this and just live a little happy life with Lucy the dog.

Can it be true? That my dream of closure? will actually be? fulfilled??

I swear, when I have finished this series, I will write a short fic about the Bad Kids.

The Avengers getting thrown forward in time for some reason and it turns out that they’ve gone down in history as legends but, somewhat like the Greek Gods, all the information and facts about them is warped almost beyond recognition and they spend the entire time in the future just being offended by how incorrect everything is