Mood: Improving

Have acquired several volumes of Green Lantern Corps. Lingering anger mollified by lots of Guy punching things and/or people. And yelling. Did not think I could love Guy more, but obviously wrong. Could use more pretty Kyle, though.

Really wishing there were more fanfiction set on Oa, although that may just be my institutional settings kink speaking. Still, it would be cool.

Also: after some very creative geometry, have moved the largest couch in the history of ever. Will be reveling in the huge amount of free space in room now.

I'm Still Trying To Get Warm...

Just back from grocery shopping. It was...much more of an adventure that I had anticipated. The shopping part was not so much a problem - I went to Daiso and poked around, but sadly I got distracted by all the shiny and never found the chopsticks I was looking for. Oh well. Spent less money at TJ's than last time, but still got miso soup and crackers and organic apples and new kinds of cheese (herbed goat cheese, California cheddar, and something called raclette) and dark chocolate yay.

But then when I left the store I had to wait half an hour for the bus to come. And it was raining rather hard. And it was really, really windy - so windy, in fact, that it blew my umbrella inside out, which I thought only happened in cartoons and movies from the '20s. It was cold and damp and extremely unpleasant. I had to put my hair up in a bun to keep it from blowing in my face, but that made my ears and neck freeze. And then my grocery bag broke, because the bottom was wet from the rain! Thank god I bring my bookbag everywhere, or I don't know what I would have done. As it was, I still had to snag an abandoned plastic bag from the parking lot to put the stuff that wouldn't fit. I was very put out. And if all that weren't enough, when the bus finally came and I was going home, the bus driver missed my stop completely, so I had to walk the extra distance from the next past stop. With all my poorly distributed groceries. Still in the rain.

I WANT TO PUNCH THE UNIVERSE IN THE FACE.

Untitled Tim/Kon/Bart Ficlet

I feel weird writing about Young Justice characters when I'm so mad at Peter David, but the muse wants what it wants, and this just sort of happened. A little bit of Tim/Kon/Bart set sometime around current continuity, so, you know, Tim is emo.

"You all live so slow!" Tim remembers when Bart used to complain about that, hands splayed wide and feet jittering in place, so frustrated that he had to wait for them to catch up to him. "I could run all the way to Hong Kong and get us take out and you'd still be standing here deciding what you want for dinner. Doesn't it bug you?”

He remembers the nightmares Kon used to have. He called them Peter Pan dreams and he never wanted to talk about them in the morning, but sometimes in the safe deniability of the darkened room, he'd scrub his knuckles across his eyes and mutter, "What if they never fixed me? What if I was just going to be me, forever, while you guys all got old and died?"

He’d reassured Superboy, and he’d slowed Impulse down, and he’d resigned himself to a lifetime of dealing with their extraordinary problems, but he’d thought…well, he hadn’t, that was all. He was just Tim, just a boy who dressed up like a bird and they were so much more, so he hadn’t let himself think that one day he would be the only one left, that they would leave him with nothing but their statues at the Tower and a bitter taste in his mouth.

But he’s overtaken Bart, and he’s outlived Kon, and now there’s only Robin, perched on a rooftop and pulling his cape close against the Gotham winter chill.