Young.

Woops, the whole catching and spinning and tossing him up thing was not what Bart had been expecting from his tackle attempt.  But the kid was laughing, grinning, legs flailing as if still trying to run while he dangled in the air.

“Oh oh!  We should go to the beach.  And the amusement park.  This new epic one opened in California and then you don’t haveta just spend your summer making kissy faces at girls,” he finished with a wrinkle of the nose.  Bart didn’t get it.  Why just lay around when you could be out building sand castles or splashing people or fighting bad guys or seeing how many times you go go on the tilt-a-whirl before your stomach rebelled on you.  

Bart had an unfair advantage there.

“But I love makin’ kissy faces at girls.” He deposited Bart back on the ground after a moment, reaching up and stretching languidly like that’d really woken him up. Man, he’d missed this ball of energy - Hawaii was fun and crammed full of people Superboy adored, but he had other pals too.

That sounded great! Beaches, amusement parks - he could go to all those places himself, or with Roxy (or Tana if he could get hold of her, but she was usually working and had fortified her office against Superboy’s kidnapping attempts these days), but there was something different about going with bros. Maybe they could rope Robin into it too - he’d been dying to get an answer to their bet on the Boy Wonder owning Batman swim shorts.

“Then I guess you’ll be packin’ your bags, Green Genes.”

“Aw, gross–!”

As if showering twice a day (once in the morning to wake up, once in the evening to clean off the mud, sand, oil, grime, blood and whatever other substances ended up coating Superboy from head to toe) wasn’t enough! Now he was pink. Not even a nice pink - Barbie pink. Kitschy lawn flamingo pink. Cassie’s underwear pink; not that he knew that at all. No sir.

“Buddy!”

He snags said red and white blur right off the ground as it lunges in for that tackle, whirling Bart around before throwing him up, catching him under the arms again a second later, with a grin on his face the size of Hawaii. 

       this DJ ｓｕｃｋｓ

and i ain’t going nowhere

                                                              till he plays

people probably aren’t going to be on to read this, but... i dunno about this blog any more. i love superboy, i love him so much and i desperately want to keep this place going, but i think maybe it’s time to stop hanging on to something that’s been too far gone for a while.

i’m getting this feeling with a lot of my blogs lately, but i haven’t really talked about it - because who’s interested, right? no one actually cares; no one really scans the dash wondering where a particular writer has gone. you show up, you generate a little bit of hype if you’re lucky, and once you sign off everyone forgets. which is totally understandable, but it doesn’t feel too good.

then there are new writers doing the same thing you do; who have more time than you to be online, more inspiration, more pep, more talent at reaching out to other people, who might even use your page as a springboard for themselves to make sure they do everything you did and then some. they’re just more, and that’s great for them and everyone else, but not for you.

i don’t want pity or sympathy or replies like “do what’s best for you! take care of yourself!” or offers to write together more often out of obligation, or advice that taking a break will solve my problem when absence seems to be the problem. i’m not posting this for that. i just need people to understand what’s going on, and maybe tell me i’m wrong about this if i am thinking on a stupid wavelength. i just don’t think this blog is interesting any more, especially now there are other blogs out there which are similar but better, and i can’t reasonably expect people to stick around waiting for someone who can’t even get online half the time.

almost two years is a long time, and it might not be the end yet, but this feeling isn’t just here on superboy’s blog. it’s on several other older blogs too which are very important to me, and i just... i’ve had a lot of fun, and i want to keep having it here with you guys, but i feel like my time here might be worn out now. maybe i’m trying too hard to cling on to that golden era like an old lady who doesn’t realise it’s time to retire.

I’LL BE UR MOM