#WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN

[theacebard]

Can I have my kids back

[trexalicious]

She loves being fawned over and made the center of attention. There's NO way she gave up this opportunity...

[royalteachitchat]

Ya, when you have money to hire top pro teachers and the time to practice all day! Lol Where are your kids Harry? Not teaching little Archie how to surf too?

[aressida]

[paperbackpurgatory]

Mary Higgins Clark's Where Are The Children? (1975)

The jaws of horror were closing on her again - and this time there was no escape

[akanemnon]

Bad time for custody battles

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[yuutaguro]

[papagojo au 🐺] comfy buddies 🧣

[bishy437]

oh, please don’t go!

i’ll eat you up i love you so!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

wild to me that there are people who have no desire to paint their walls in fun ways. and i don't just mean "people who choose sad neutral colors on purpose" i mean: why aren't more homeowners out there scribbling on their walls? it's your property, you can paint and color and draw whatever you want to! when did we as a species stop fingerpainting our homes that was a mistake

[telestorm]

"is there anything so undoing as a daughter?"

ambessa and her undoing daughter, mel.

sources: arcane (2021) / love of the wolf / an oresteia, anne carson / unknown / maia baia, mother

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[shadowsof-thenight]

Book Recommendations: week 9

Book 9

Where are the Children by Mary Higgins Clark

This book was my introduction to Mary Higgins Clark, back when I was a teen, and I’ve loved every minute of it.

I loved the mystery, figuring everything out bit by bit—even if you get some puzzle pieces early on, you don’t know how they fit exactly—and the suspense. Well-rounded characters, a likeable lead and while it might have been written in 1975, it doesn’t feel too dated. There's no computers as we know them now or cellphones, of course, but it didn't bother me one bit. Mrs Higgins Clark had the ability to create a timeless story and making it easy to read—no useless addition of big words. 

This story follows Nancy Harmon who harbours a huge secret and a bigger heartbreak. She moved, changed her name and tried to build a life for herself where nobody knew her. Except, someone does know the old her. And when history seems to be repeated itself, Nancy is distraught. 

I’ve read a lot of Mary Higgins Clark since this one and this one still sticks with me the most (this and two little girls in blue but I'll talk about that one later). 

[trexalicious]

Who plays keep away from a toddler instead of engaging him in play? And notice whenever he goes to hug Archie there's zero connection and he pushes away...

[soupdweller]

whoaaa more au art no wayyy