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unfitforsociety) wrote2017-07-31 10:40 am
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you say stop and I say go go go
DCU
heavy on the heart by
evanescent
In which Cass decides to get to know her brother and Jason is reluctantly willing to be known. Oh heart.
just a perfect blendship by
topaz
Diana comes to Etta with an invitation, after the war is over. Oh heart.
Nests and Cages by
LanternWisp &
Lysical
Jason slowly works his way through his stuff and back into the family, with emphasis on his relationships with Cass and Steph. ♥♥♥ Hilarious and heart-clenchy. (This is a series with 7 stories currently - while the series is still in progress, 6 of the stories so far are complete.)
she painted her cheeks with blood by
lorata
Hippolyta pretends she is nothing but a doting mother now, that the milk of war has soured on her lips. It is a lie of course but she wears it well, even if Antiope sees her lips thin when Diana looks at her puzzled disappointment. Antiope could pretend, she could file down her rough edges, put on a covering of velvet and make herself a soft child's toy, but — no. No, Antiope loves Diana with a fire that only battle has ever matched, but she will not fold herself small, make herself smooth and palatable like cutting off the crusts from a piece of bread or plucking out the bones from a fish so that Diana can swallow her safely.
Her niece will take her as she is, and will not choke, whether Hippolyta likes it or not. This is beautifully written.
~*~
heavy on the heart by
In which Cass decides to get to know her brother and Jason is reluctantly willing to be known. Oh heart.
just a perfect blendship by
Diana comes to Etta with an invitation, after the war is over. Oh heart.
Nests and Cages by
Jason slowly works his way through his stuff and back into the family, with emphasis on his relationships with Cass and Steph. ♥♥♥ Hilarious and heart-clenchy. (This is a series with 7 stories currently - while the series is still in progress, 6 of the stories so far are complete.)
she painted her cheeks with blood by
Hippolyta pretends she is nothing but a doting mother now, that the milk of war has soured on her lips. It is a lie of course but she wears it well, even if Antiope sees her lips thin when Diana looks at her puzzled disappointment. Antiope could pretend, she could file down her rough edges, put on a covering of velvet and make herself a soft child's toy, but — no. No, Antiope loves Diana with a fire that only battle has ever matched, but she will not fold herself small, make herself smooth and palatable like cutting off the crusts from a piece of bread or plucking out the bones from a fish so that Diana can swallow her safely.
Her niece will take her as she is, and will not choke, whether Hippolyta likes it or not. This is beautifully written.
~*~