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br1ghtestlight · 10 months ago

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Hi friend :) rewatching Father Of the bob and it made me wonder about the kids' and Big Bob's relationship. Do you got any headcanons and the like about that? (Sorry if you've already talked about it)

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT BIG BOB AND HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH THE KIDS i have peppered them throughout my posts and fanfics but i will expand on them a bit here >:)

i don't think bob ever went fully no contact with big bob but there was definitely a decade or two where they didn't live together and almost Never spoke except for big bob occasionally calling him to say happy birthday or whatever. when tina was born I think bob realized that he did want his dad to be in his kids lives in some way (yes they had linda's parents as their other set of grandparents but even back then i think bob KNEW they were shitty people and would be bad gransparents) he wanted them to have a good grandpa so he kinda introduced him into the kids lives

big bob was definitely nervous about being around these small and easily influenced humans even if he didn't outwardly express that. tina was the sweetest little baby so getting along w/ her was easy but gene and louise were definitely more stressful. and bcuz big bob was still busy with work he barely ever saw them anyway. but he did TRY to be a good grandpa by sending them birthday & christmas presents and giving them money every time they visited. trying to be a grandpa in the only way he knew how :(

could explore in another post how al and gloria are the WORST grandparents and how it's strongly implied that tina gene and louise don't actually like them (if you compare how they interact with linda's parents vs big bob its clear that they are tolerating al and gloria at most while they genuinely look forward to spending time with big bob and WANT to see him. can't even say it's because of bob influencing them to dislike linda's parents bcuz he openly hates his dad too lmao) but in comparison to them big bob really does correct so many of the mistakes he made w/ bob when it comes to his grandkids (to quote alice talking about gertie "she's a better grandmother than a mother you gotta trust me")

he's physically affectionate with them and he spoils them!!! he actually pays attention to their individual interests (watching gene's music performance and looking at louise's display of burobu cards, and seemingly getting her gifts specifically related to her interest in them for her birthday and christmas) and talks to them. compare that with al and gloria who literally got the kids a regifted book about staying active in retirement for christmas one year (with a whole chapter about sex with Actual pictures and examples which is fucked up) they're literally the worst ugh

and big bob's efforts with the kids seem to pay off bcuz they look forward to spending time with him :) they're always excited and I genuinely think it isn't only because he gives them money when they see him. they just like spending time with him!! "He's a good grandpa" and he bakes them cookies and worries about them and their futures <3 THEY'RE THE REASON HE BELIEVES THAT THE WORLD WILL BE OKAY. HE THINKS THEY'LL BE ABLE TO FIX THINGS?????

anyway some specific headcanons about his dynamics with each of the kids:

he definitely gets along the most easily with tina. they're similar people in the way that bob and tina are similar (except that tina is more positive than either of them lol) and they enjoy doing more lowkey activities together compared to louise or gene. they might enjoy baking cookies or doing puzzles together :) definitely a good thing that she was his first grandchild bcuz she was always kind and quiet and easy to get along with and it made him more confident in his abilities. Whenever he sees a horse themed item at a thrift store or whatever he buys it and gives it to tina the next time she visits!! that's how she got quite a few of her porcelain horses when she was younger (even if maybe decorative porcelain horses were not the best idea ever for a seven year old tina took very good care of them u_u gene and louise not so much. rip)

gene is probably the grandchild that he finds it the hardest to relate to just because they're such DIFFERENT people. gene is so effeminate and unashamed of himself and his emotions which is pretty much the opposite of how big bob was taught to be as a kid and how he raised bob. he never had daughters so its easier for him to relate to tina and louise bcuz they're almost like a blank slate?? he sees so much of what he did wrong with parenting bob when it comes to gene :( But they eventually find some common ground with gene's love of music and performing. big bob will tell gene about his favorite songs and records from when he was younger & he'll listen to all of gene's performances when he visits

louise is the most.... complicated for big bob? she reminds him SO MUCH of lily in everything from her personality to her pink hat. it definitely took him a few years to get over that and begin to see louise as her own person and stop projecting that trauma onto her (not intentionally but its just hard when you lose someone and then suddenly they're There again and they're your grandaughter) luckily louise is easy to love and her bold personality makes herself VERY known. he could not ignore her. he loves how spunky she is and how unashamed she is of herself (all his grandkids really) and he definitely thinks she's gonna grow up to do something great in the world. they don't have that much to bond over tbh he just let's louise take the lead and he does whatever she wants him to do. he just likes spending time with his granddaughter <3

definitely think that the kids have started seeing big bob more since his relationship with bob has been repaired a bit so i can imagine that connection will only grow stronger!!!!

#sorry for writing a literal english essay in response to your ask BUT I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS. OKAY #big bob on my mind 24/7 #ask #bob's burgers #headcanons

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lulubelle814 · 11 months ago

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Annie didn’t mind going to birthday parties for the couple of friends she had or the ones her office threw monthly for those people whose birthday was during that month. Yes, they were typically loud and crowded, but she enjoyed being there for her friends. Her birthday? She’d rather forget it. With it being 3 days before Christmas, it was typically forgotten by everyone, except her parents who always made sure to send a birthday card with a little money and called to sing her happy birthday.

This year was different. Only a few months ago, her mother passed away, and her dad, Charlie, was never the same. He became inundated with hospital bills; however, friends and neighbors raised money to help pay for medical bills. Charlie was well loved in their little community. He was always the first to volunteer when someone needed help doing repairs, fixing a car, or even helping the elderly widow take her groceries inside. So when his wife passed, they all gathered to make sure he was taken care of. Annie did what she could, but she had her own bills and rent to pay, unable to spare much with money or time to help, and her dad understood. In fact, he refused any financial help she tried to give.

So here she was, wandering around her favorite bookstore. Seeing a book she’d been wanting to read, she purchased it as a birthday gift to herself and left. Rather than head home, a course was set for the Rockefeller tree and sat on a bench that had a great view of the tree and those ice skating nearby. Sitting there, she looked up at the stars and made a silent birthday wish. 'All I want is to not be alone, not on my birthday.'

“Are you alright, miss?” Looking forward, there was a familiar, handsome gentleman with a buttery British accent. It took her a second, but she realized it was Loki, the newly minted Avenger. He was taking a leisurely walk, going to see this enormous tree the Avengers told him about when he spotted her, crying a bit.

“I’m, uh, I’m alright.”

He smiled. “You do know I am the God of lies, correct?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. He gestured towards the empty spot next to her, wordlessly asking if he could join her to which she agreed.

“What makes you so despondent, my fair lady?”

She shook her head. “Nothing important.”

“Please let me be the judge of that.” He didn’t know her, but a part of him wanted to help her. “No one should be downhearted so near Christmas.”

“I’ll be okay. I’m sure you have things you need to be doing rather than console a stranger.”

He turned to look at the tree. “My, uh,co-workers told me of this tree. They told me it was large and fantastical. ‘A sight to behold’ they said. So I had to see it for myself.”

“It’s my favorite thing about Christmas in New York. I love looking at the lights, watching people ice skating, and everyone forgetting about their troubles, even if for a little while.”

“Everyone, it seems, but you.”

Annie nodded. “I was hoping it would help.”

“Please,” he said. “Please tell me what has made you so downtrodden.”

She finally broke, tears falling down her face. “My mom passed a few months ago. Heart failure they said. She hadn’t been feeling well and was getting tired easily. My dad took her to a cardiologist who ran some tests and said it was from an arrhythmia. They tried to fix it, but it didn’t hold. He took her to a different doctor recommended by a friend who found that her heart was weak, only working at about 15%, and she died a month later.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s never easy losing a parent, especially a mother.”

“It was awful. I wanted to stay longer to help dad, but he practically chased me away, telling me to live and enjoy my life.”

Loki turned towards her. “Something tells me that’s not the end of your troubles.”

She cursed under her breath that he wouldn’t leave well enough alone. “It’s the first year I’m not getting a call from her singing me happy birthday.”

Quickly putting 2 and 2 together, he realized today must be her birthday. Being by herself told him that either she had no friends or that they had forgotten. Since living on Midgard, he understood the troubles of a birthday near this holiday, but his brother always made sure to celebrate it with him.

“If it’s alright with you, I would love to help you celebrate your birthday. After all, no one should have to spend their birthday alone.” He raised his hand to her face slowly, watching for signs that she didn’t want to be touched. When she gave no signs, he wiped away her tears. “And no one should be crying on their birthday, either. I believe it’s a rule, is it not?”

When she gave a small smile, it gladdened his heart. Standing up, he held his hand out to her. “Let's rectify that, shall we?”

Annie was hesitant, but something told her she could trust him. So she stood up, accepting his hand. Allowing him to guide her, they talked and walked to the skating rink. “It would behoove me to ask your name?”

“I’m Annie, Annie Creston.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Annie Creston.”

They approached the rink booth where he paid for tickets and ice skate rentals. Next thing she knew, they were skating around the rink. It was something she’d always wanted to do but had been too scared, and it was usually that either no one wanted to go or no one was available. Generally, it was the second one with Christmas only 3 days away.

So here she was, skating around the rink with the God of Mischief himself. Never in a hundred years did she think she’d end up in this situation; however, she was slowly feeling better. He tried to turn around and skate backwards to try to impress her. Instead, he tripped on his own feet and fell on his ass. Annie roared with laughter, and he followed suit. Rather than have all the fun himself, he pulled her down onto the ice with him, creating even more laughter between the two of them.

“I must say, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” She agreed. When he finally stood back up, he gave her a hand, and they continued skating around the rink for a while, laughing and chatting. Before she knew it, well over an hour passed since he joined her on that bench.

Slowing down, she came to a stop, holding on to the side wall and smiled at him. They exited the rink and switched out the ice skates for the shoes they came in. “Thank you so much for this. It means a lot.”

“Oh, my dear, the night is not over, not yet. Do you trust me?” Once again, he held out his hand to her. She nodded, accepting his hand. He then tucked her hand into his arm and went off on a walk.

It was near impossible to tell where they were going. They were going into a part of the city she wasn’t very familiar with until she saw the iconic Avengers building. Looking up at it, it was much taller than she had realized when seeing it on TV.

What really surprised her was when he not only guided her inside, but he also took her into the elevator, pressing the button for one of the high floors. When the doors opened, there were balloons and streamers everywhere. Up on the wall was a sign reading Happy Birthday. What really stunned her was how many of the Avengers were there with party hats on, including Tony Stark himself and Loki’s brother, Thor. Bruce was the only one not in attendance. He was at his cousin’s place spending time with family.

Thor was the first one to reach her, giving her a big hug, even picking her up off her feet. “Put her down, you oaf.”

Realizing he was hugging her harder than a midgardian could take, he put her down. “Happy Birthday, Lady Annie! We are glad you allow us to celebrate in your revels.”

She was too stunned to speak. “How……” He leaned down and spoke softly. “They don’t call me the God of Mischief for nothing, dear.”

Tony strolled up. “He texted us saying he found a friend at the Rockefeller tree, alone on her birthday.” He gestured for her to actually come into the room. The further she got into their common room, the more she saw. There were all kinds of snacks and drinks. But the best part? They had a large birthday cake with her name on it. Over the course of the next few hours, the Avengers sang her Happy Birthday, ate cake with her, danced, and talked.

At one point, Tony pulled her aside. “I gotta tell you. When Loki told us about you, I looked you up, pulling files on you to see if you were a security risk. Instead, I saw the skill set you have with office work and the dismal pay you’re currently getting. So, if you’re interested, I’m looking for a secretary to help with paperwork and the like.”

“Holy Shit! Are you kidding?”

Nat interrupted. “He kids a lot, but not on things like this. I got a glimpse of those files. You are seriously undervalued at your current job, and I know he pays very well.” Tony nodded.

All Annie could do was nod furiously. This night went in directions she couldn’t even hope for.

“Oh, and just so you know,” Tony continued. “The job includes an apartment here in the tower.”

Tears started falling. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I thought that was a good thing?” He turned to Nat. “Why is she crying?”

“You can be such an idiot sometimes. Those are happy tears, you moron.”

“OH! Okay.” He turned back to Annie. “So, what do you say, kid. New job, new apartment?” She couldn’t respond. Instead, she hugged him. This time, it was him who was stunned, unused to being hugged, but he opted to return her hug, just this once. It was her birthday after all.

When she let go, she turned to Loki. “This has been the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Nat leaned over. “Just wait until you see how he celebrates Christmas. If you don’t have plans, we would love for you to join us.”

In fact, she did not have plans, at least nothing other than eating some ham and watching It’s a Wonderful Life.

“I’d love to, if it’s not an imposition?”

“Kid, hanging out with us, you’ll have to get used to this kind of thing. You can move in tomorrow if you want.”

“Really?” She didn’t know that within her file, he saw she was on the landlord’s eviction list for January. It wasn’t anything she’d done wrong. The landlord decided to go co-op, and there was no way she could afford to keep her apartment.

Nat, Loki, and Thor offered to help her with packing and moving while Tony provided the moving truck. Annie didn’t have much, but she lived about 45 minutes away. While they were at her place packing up, Tony and Pepper set up her room. Tony had a brand new bed delivered, and Pepper styled her room. So by the time everyone was back with her things, all she needed to do was put away the few things she brought with her.

Pepper showed her the way to her room. The apartment they gave her was directly across the hall from Loki’s. Entering, her jaw dropped seeing everything. It was everything she’d wanted her crappy little apartment to be. The kitchen was well stocked, and the bed was one of those fancy cloud mattresses.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, we can change it. I didn’t know how much you liked to read. So we can get any books you might want.” She gestured to the empty bookshelf. “We can definitely get another bookshelf if you need one. That one,” pointing to Loki” has so many, his room might as well be a library.” Everyone laughed.

“Just so you know,” Tony spoke as he rolled into the room, “I have a policy with my employees. No working between Christmas Eve and the day after New Years. Paid holiday. No arguments.”

Pepper leaned over. “He’s not kidding. While he likes to work 24/7, he doesn’t force any of his employees to do that. And we wanted you to have some time to settle in.”

It was at this moment that Annie realized she never was alone. Her mother was looking over her, guarding and protecting her, helping give her a new start at life.

On Christmas Eve, she knew she didn’t have the money to buy everyone gifts. Instead, she spent hours baking bread and making cookies for everyone which was not done alone. Loki tried to help, but he knew nothing about cooking or making food. So rather than have him sitting there (which he was happy to do, but he wanted to help somehow), she taught him what she was doing as she was doing it, giving him instructions on what to do to help her. When each item was finished (except the bread), she had him sample each treat to make sure they were alright.

“If you don’t take these away from me right now, none of these sweets will make it to the other Avengers.”

“I assume that means the goodies are acceptable?” Annie smiled.

“‘Acceptable’ is a vast understatement. I’ve never had sweets this good in my life, and especially since I arrived on Midgard.” Before he could get to more of the treats, she put them on plates and brought them out to the common room. When Loki spotted Thor, he scolded him in advance. “If I’m not allowed to eat all these myself, then neither are you.”

Nothing she made lasted to the end of the day, and it made her very happy. The following morning, Christmas Day, she woke up early and went to the team kitchen by the common room. Gathering what she needed, she turned on the stove to warm up while mixing the batter. She’d only made a few pancakes when people started drifting in.

Steve was the first to arrive. “I smelled something delicious from my room and had to come see what it was.” Seeing the pancakes, he was incredibly happy. “Fair warning. Loki LOVES pancakes.”

She flipped another pancake. “Good thing I’m making enough to feed an army. I have a tendency to make more than necessary.”

He laughed. “You’re going to fit in perfectly here.” Grabbing plates and utensils, he set the table and then retrieved the orange juice.

It wasn’t long before everyone else entered, following the scent of the pancakes. Everyone sat down and dug in.

Nat managed to stop long enough to compliment her. “I think you just de-throned Clint’s pancakes.”

“Hey!” Clint feigned offense.

“Oh give it up, bird boy. Yes, your pancakes are great, but hers,” Tony pointed his fork at Annie, “are better.”

“Thes is uh moss delifus cak.” Thor kept eating one pancake after another.

Nat scolded him. “Thor, don’t speak with your mouth full. And they’re called pancakes. Cake is what we had on her birthday.” He nodded, knowing Nat would reprimand him if he spoke with his mouth full again.

Tony got up first, putting his plate in the sink. Walking over to Thor, he whispered in his ear, and the two gentlemen left the room. Once everyone was finished, they told Annie to relax while they cleaned the dishes.

20 minutes later, everyone was called into the common room where they found Thor dressed as Santa. Annie tried to take off for her room, but no one would let her. “I didn’t get anything for you guys…..”

Tony hushed her. “You made all those treats yesterday and then made us the best pancakes we’ve ever had….”

“Hey!” Barton feigned offense again.

“So you sit your ass down and enjoy Christmas with the rest of us. You’ve already given us your present.” Annie gave up and found a comfortable loveseat with a good view of the festivities, and Loki took the seat next to her.

Acting as Santa, Thor handed out gifts to everyone, including Annie. Everyone got presents for her. Tony gave her a brand new, top of the line Stark laptop and phone. Clint gave her a bow and quiver of arrows, telling her he’d teach her. Pepper gave her a beautiful leather purse. Nat gave her a defense wand. When it was collapsed, it looked like an ordinary tube of lipstick. “I’ll teach you how to use it.” Steve was next. When she opened the gift bag, she found an Avengers shirt. "If it doesn't fit, let me know, but that one is only given to official Avengers. Tony sues anyone who tries to make one similar to it.." Everyone laughed.

"Capsicle isn't kidding," Tony retorted.

Thor gave her a large, stuffed unicorn. Everyone was both surprised but also not. “I could not find a real one. I hope this will suffice.”

But Loki? He handed his gift to her directly. When she opened it, it was a beautiful gold chain with an emerald pendant.

She wouldn’t tell anyone, but that was her favorite present, but it quickly became apparent. As she settled into her job, she could be found wearing it everyday. Through the months, she became good friends with everyone.

Well, everyone except Loki. One day it dawned on him that he had feelings for Annie, and they were slowly growing. Finally gathering the courage, he asked her on a date.

In the end, she got everything she ever wanted and much, much more.

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but-ur-beautiful-to-me · 1 year ago

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tonight i am thinking about my parents and how i often don’t believe they are right for each other. they fight. argue. a lot. too much. as long as i can remember, multiple times every day of my life, there’s always something, and as soon as it’s resolved, there’s always more somethings. they get annoyed with each other constantly, my mother more than my father. my father never wanted my sister and i to grow up while my mother wanted us to mentally mature quickly while slowly shifting from girls to women.

tonight i am thinking about my parents and how i sometimes believe they are right for each other. my father is a hopeless romantic who passed his penchant for lovely gestures onto me. he puts thought into the gifts he gets for my mother. he takes time to write beautiful love letters in her birthday, christmas, and valentine’s day cards. he gets her flowers on each of those holidays as well. he has proposed to her three or more times, simply because he wanted to (although, she has lost a ring or two). he rubs her feet when they ache. he turns the tv volume down when she falls asleep before him, a nightly occurence. my mother, on the other hand, is a little less outwardly affectionate, but she never forgets to tell my father how much she loves him. she logistically explains her feelings in all of his cards, in tiny font he always jokes about needing a microscope to read. she always remembers to phone him if she misses a call, and if he doesn’t pick up she will send him a text message. she knows he doesn’t like onions, so she makes sure none of the chicken thighs she cooks for dinner have pieces of onion on them when she serves his plate. she drove two hours to work and back for forty-eight months so my father, my sister, and i wouldn’t have to move for the third time in as many years.

tonight i am thinking about my parents and how badly i want a love that is so similar, yet so different than theirs. i want someone who buys me flowers for every major holiday, and every once in a while when they feel like it. i don’t want explosive anger. i want someone who knows and accepts that i am not the world’s best vocalist, but smiles when i make attempts to serenade them with song. i don’t want to feel like an annoyance. i want someone who will massage my back when i over-exert myself, and stroke my hair when i’ve had a stressful day. i want someone who will gladly shout their love for me from the highest rooftop in a city. i want someone who would try to sing my favorite song atop a restaurant table before i pull them down, laughing. i don’t want to be shrugged off when obviously upset. i want someone who will sneak out with me during parties to look at the moon and talk about the universe. i want someone who is sure about marrying me before they even ask my friends for help in proposing to me. i want someone willing to raise two beautiful children into kind and good adults with me; some animals are included in there. i want someone to record adventures around the globe with me. i want to know someone’s soul like we came from the same star, and for them to know mine like we were fed the same constellations.

tonight i am thinking about my parents and supernovas and love and calla lilies and relationships and sour candy and a white dress and horror movies and honeymoon phases and rock songs and eight-letter phrases and me and you.

~ L.G. | would you say i’m worthy?

#poem #poets on tumblr #poetblr #original poem #love #i love him #buturbeautifultome #parents #my parents #i want love #would you say i’m worthy?#i hope this works out #i’m not religious but i pray it works out

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trantrumsfromthevoid · 2 years ago

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Twilight Advent ‘22

Day 13 (12.13.22) - “What college major did each one of Bella's human friends choose?”

Did Bella really have human friends? You sure?? Just kidding. But another time to revisit the ye olde Lexicon to remind myself who her friends were. (Edit: I actually found a couple “friends” I’d completely forgotten about and the movie didn’t include.) I’m only gonna do a couple, though, ‘cause there’s quite a few, actually.

According to the Lexicon Jessica Stanley went to college in California and probably majored in fashion design or interior design for a semester or two and then found her “true” passion. I feel like she probably would’ve done well as an elementary school teacher or some kind of managerial position (wherein she, essentially, gets to boss people around for a living). I feel like during her junior year, though, she met someone who totally swept her off her feet, fell in love, got married, and even had a kid or two; all before her twenty-fifth birthday. I think she still lives in California and really loves her life as a soccer mom. She’s known for her “award-winning” bake sale cakes, has a truly gorgeous husband (who’s a personal trainer - maybe even a legit model), twins, and organizes the cul-de-sac block parties.

I think Mike Newton always felt like he’d eventually take over Newton Outfitters and so he majored in business or economics. He probably went to Washington State or stayed relatively close to home and eventually married some plucky girl after his relationship with Jessica Stanley fizzled out and he realized Bella would never leave Edward for him, lol. I think he’s simply living his “best life” as an All-American, Boy-Next-Door type as the manager of Newton Outfitters; complete with a beautiful trophy wife, three kids, a dog (or two), and has never lived out of Washington State. The furthest he’s ever gone was on his honeymoon. Maybe somewhere like Hawaii or the Bahamas. (Not that there’s anything wrong with living in your home state all your life.)

Ben Cheney, according to the Lexicon, moved with Angela Weber to Seattle and went to the University of Washington. To be quite honest, I’ve always associated him with Eric Yorkie. I don’t think Ben was part of the movies and they just “morphed” him with Eric. But anyway, I fully believe he majored in graphic design. Or some kind of art/comic book design (like an illustrator of comic books; whatever they’re called). I think he’s actually really successful and eventually found a job at Disney and has done a lot of set design/character design for all the Marvel movies. I think he and Angela Weber are still in contact ... in fact I’ll talk about why next.

Angela Weber went to the University of Seattle along with Ben and they also lived together in Seattle. I think she probably majored in photography and minored in English or English lit or something along those lines. I think she probably got a job as a newspaper photographer right out of college and probably eventually found success as, like, an indie filmmaker or something like that, who maybe does wedding photography on the side. I think she and Ben continued dating throughout college (although they did “take a break” for about a year but eventually got back together) and eventually got married when they were twenty-five(ish). I think Angela still keeps in touch with Bella and is really good about sending emails, Christmas cards, etc. But Bella ... well, she’s Bella, you know? She and Ben probably have at least one child, maybe two.

Tyler Crowley (aka the guy who nearly killed Bella with his van) didn’t have a whole lot of “direction” after high school and joined a branch of the armed forces for awhile. He probably remained with (whatever military branch) for like five, maybe ten, years and spent a lot of time traveling stateside. Eventually, though, I think he returned to Forks and went to the local community college where he majored in kinesiology and eventually got a job at Forks High School as the football coach. I think he’s probably had a lot of girlfriends but has never really settled down. He has one kid with an ex-girlfriend, with whom he co-parents. But, again, he’s never been able to settle down.

#twilight #the twilight saga #twilightadvent22 #headcanons #jessicanjpa #bella swan #jessica stanley #mike newton #ben cheney #angela weber #tyler crowley #day 13

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tittyinfinity · 1 year ago

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Venting, just having the words in front of me helps me process my own thoughts better.

Dylan and I might have just lost all our progress on house hunting again because of his dad.

His dad is the reason he's stuck in Texas in the first place. Offered a job at his dad's work, but then his dad took an entire YEAR to finally agree to it, all while telling Dylan that his family wouldn't help him get to work if he got a different job (and he made sure to tell his siblings and mom that they weren't allowed to take him either) even tho they're a 30 minute drive away from the nearest business and they're in the middle of nowhere. He also said that he and his mom weren't going to babysit, so he had to find a babysitter somehow with no money and no one to contact in the first place bc he doesn't fucking know anyone down there. And once Dylan got his car working again, HIS DAD STOLE HIS KEYS, ID, AND DEBIT CARD FOR 2 MONTHS. He found it in his DRAWER. Only reason he's working now is because his mom is charging him $800 A MONTH to watch her own grandchildren. AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN DO IT! Dylan's siblings do! His mom locks herself in her room and doesn't come out all day! SHE SAID OUT LOUD "What if I don't like my grandchildren?" "I'm not doing anything for the kids' birthdays or Christmas because it wouldn't be fair since my kids never got to do that" "your kids better leave me alone"

Dylan's dad is one of those super "alpha males" who has to control every aspect of everyone's life, and he makes sure NOT to let his kids (specifically, his sons) succeed at anything because it makes him feel inferior. I'm not kidding. He has done this every time Dylan has made progress.

Lemme tell you about just how abusive this man is.

He trapped Dylan's mom. He forced her into pregnancy back-to-back, told her she wasn't allowed to take birth control, told her no one else would ever want her because of her mom body, wouldn't let her drive until a couple of years ago and only allows her to do it with his permission and another person going with her to track her, doesn't allow her to have any friends at all, doesn't allow her to work or have her own money, etc. There's a lot worse things he does to her that I won't go into detail.

They had 9 kids. Nine. Most of them only a year apart. They didn't send any of them to school. They didn't homeschool them. They were specifically just farmhands. Literal slaves. He would stand and watch his kids do all the farming and then go kick them any time they stopped. They never had new clothes. They never had birthdays. Never had any holidays, actually. They had fake homeschooling stuff just in case cps stopped by. They weren't allowed to go to school or have friends because "he didn't want them going and saying bad stuff about him" (because he knew he'd go to fucking prison over it).

He makes sure he has control over everything. If dylans mom makes him mad, he says she better stop arguing before he hurts the kids. He will hurt and ground ALL the children if ONE person makes him mad. He uses that against them. So no one dares to mess up because everyone will get punished. Dylan is the only person who stands up to him because he's no longer afraid of him, but his family tries to tell him not to stand up to him at all out of fear.

And then with Dylan specifically.... he's the oldest son. For some reason, his dad thinks he's in constant competition with him. To the point that any time dylans mom showed him attention, his dad would tell her "well why don't you talk to DYLAN about it since he's so much better than me." Dylan wasn't allowed to succeed at anything at all, and if he tried, his dad would physically destroy his progress in order to keep him under his control.

Any time he stood up to his dad, he would beat the shit out of him (starting as a toddler), spit in his face, and call him a stupid faggot.

Dylan and his dad stay in motels during the week since their house is a 2-3 hour drive from work and they go in begween 3am-5am. Three nights ago, Dylan accidentally fell asleep in his dad's hotel bed instead of his own. He didn't know which bed was his. His dad yanked him out of bed from a dead sleep and Dylan pushed him off of him. His dad then punched him in the face and said that he assaulted him. Dylan went outside and his dad called the police. He had to drive 3 hours out of town with no cell service, trying to find his family's house in the middle of nowhere by memory only. He had to call in for two days in a row. He's not sure if his dad is going to try/be able to sabotage his job.

Dylan looked at a house a few days ago, but he may be homeless soon because his dad isn't going to allow him to go back to his family's house and that means his kids get kicked out too and he has no babysitter again.

WHY. WHY. Every time we make any progress, something outside of our control ruins it. All year I've been trying to move. All year everything has been working against me. I'm getting sicker and sicker staying at my mom's house.

I just want to give up, but I can't. It's hard to want to try when it only ends in failure and heartbreak.

#.bdo

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stellylee · 1 year ago

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TASK #11 WRITE A LETTER

triggering / sensitive content: abandonment, cheating.

I hesitate to address this as 'dear dad' because you haven't been for a while. Unless you count the occasional text, or the cards at Christmas time. I'm not even really sure that you remembered my birthday this year, but it wasn't like I was waiting for you to call. I had a good time with Mandy and my friends.

And I know that I'll never actually send you this letter, because what would either of us get out of it? I don't need to guilt trip you into feeling bad about not being in my life, because I've got a great life despite your absence, and I don't see that changing any time soon. I'm happy. I guess I'm just writing it all down because I have the opportunity to, and why not?

At this point, I'm done being mad at you. Which took a long, long time to realize. Because when mom closed my bedroom door and told me that she needed to talk, I knew that it wasn't going to be an easy conversation. I was only twelve years old, and she told me that we were going to move. Not to another apartment, or another area, another part of the city... or even somewhere else in the state. No, we were moving up the coast, to Maine, of all places, and you weren't coming with us. She never actually told me that you cheated, you know that? I think because she wanted me to have a good, solid relationship with you, which maybe makes it harder that you didn't want that with me. I think it took me a long time to reconcile that feeling and realize that it wasn't all my fault. But, regardless, we moved to Maine and I was absolutely miserable. I hated how remote everything was, how quiet. I was also a pre-teen slash teenager who hated life in general, coming into my own and making decisions about my identity in a brand new place, which I guess was okay. Because I got to be Stelly in my own way. So, hey, I guess thanks for knocking up that chick. Helped me find myself?

Mom fell in love, which at first pissed me off (not just because it made me get a step brother, but just because she moved on), but now I an see that he's really good to and for her. She's happy, which is more than I can say about those last few years in New Orleans. I slowly learned how to not hate Maine. I got into photography, and I waitressed after school while I went to college, and eventually took some bartending classes. Now, I'm lead bartender at a sports bar and I kick some serious ass. I got a job with the local paper, photographing events and taking assignments when they need me, and I'm friends with journalists and editors and all the higher ups. I live in a downtown home that I share with some friends, it needs some work, but it feels like a place that's mine. And I have some really good friends who love me for who I am. And a dog.

And Mandy.

I lied, because sometimes I am a little bit mad at you, knowing that you'll never know how cool she is, or how she makes my heart skip a beat when she kisses my cheek. The way she likes my black jeans and ripped tanks, and the way she doesn't mind that it clashes with her pink hair or the bubblegum way she smiles. The thing is, I definitely gave up on the idea of love and relationships when I found out what you did and how much you hurt mom, but then Mandy stopped by Touchback more and more and I realized it was for me, to see me, to spend time with me... and I realized that maybe humans aren't always so awful to each other. Maybe you can genuinely, really care about a person.

The whole point of this was to let you know in my own fucked up way that... I'm okay without you. That I reached that point where life goes on and everything doesn't feel heavy, and I think about New Orleans with fondness in my heart, instead of the bitterness you planted there. But I could be okay with you, too. A part of me hopes that someday, you call instead of text. Just so I know that you sometimes still think about us, too.

#merrocktask

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speedytimemachineblizzard · 11 months ago

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**PLEASE READ AND PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME** IM FEELING DEFEATED, Although HE IS CURRENTLY IN JAIL AWAITING A JUDGE FOR MORE DEFINITE SENTENCING, I FEEL LIKE HE WILL STILL SOMEHOW GET OUT WITHIN A WEEK, AS CRAZY AS THAT SOUNDS...ITS HAPPENED MORE TIMES THAN I COULD COUNT. REACHING OUT ON HERE IS ONE OF LAST RESORTS. I STILL DONT FEELL SAFE. AND NEITHER DO MY KIDS. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Praying this will finally be the time they keep him locked up, but not feeling too confident.

Karma AT it's absolute finest was served on the very FIRST DAY OF 2024 too for a certain person I know. Today was Veda's 7th birthday, but this certain someone decided he had wanted to celebrate his way. All of my tires are now slashed, so as a result of that and not having the funds bc of back to back December birthdays and Christmas, I couldn't purchase tires, we couldn't take Veda out to celebrate her special day. She woke up to cops having to be called. My friends tires were also slashed, also this person stole my friend's debit card and car keys. I could go on and on but 6 charges currently, most definitely 7 when he is seen by a judge tomorrow or Wednesday. He admitted to cops he knew it was Veda's birthday, and that was how he chose to celebrate With trauma and memories I know she will never forget. I did my best to make her day that much more special, but my mommy heart can't stop aching for her. This person was also hiding in my laundry room outside for many hours before he was caught. This person also, yet again, violated the restraining order I have on him. I think this is the 5th time now. The system fails me and my children time and time again, he gets away with everything, all the time. And will continue to do so because he knows there will be no true consequences for it. This event was by far the most malicious and I am even more afraid now than I already was. Some may say that me posting this will make him retaliate. Yea...he mostly likely will. But I've been silent for 4 years, no communication with the person and he "retaliates"regardless. And since the court system won't serve justice, I'm talking it upon myself to reach out for help/advice. I've asked for guidance from Victims assistance, cops, and unfortunately something like my life has to be taken in order for anyone to take any REAL action. I can't afford a lawyer, it's not possible or ideal for me to move. This has been our family home for 15 years. Is there anyone, or even anyone who knows ANYONE, who can help me keep my children and I safe from this violent person? How, other than him talking my life, do I go about finding someone that will hold him accountable? Why is domestic violence treated like a minor issue that's not worth handling. He gets a slap on the wrist and a free pass to go back out into the world, basically allowing him another chance to "get me" again. This has been going on for years. Plz don't send negativity my way, and plz no judgement for my decision to take it to FB...just know bringing it here was truly my last resort.

Tonight we ended our night with pizza and ice cream and presents.. and even when we sung happy birthday to her, my whole heart was just breaking for her. She deserves the world. She is one of the sweetest souls I know. Please send me in any direction that will help us.

Karma was he got arrested within 5 minutes, whereas most times, he runs away and GETS away. Leaving us terrified to even sleep at night.

#help #please help #domestic violence #no justice

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wadesprincessboy · 1 month ago

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I went to synagogue with the author up until a few years ago. Shes a total hypocrite. She was never excluded at synagogue! Also, she can shut up about knowing all about the Jews of Aotearoa cause she's literally American. Ive been to her house, shes super rich and all that so yeah shes privileged, but that doesnt mean we all are.

When she first started talking about being "Jewish not zionist" the community accepted her, so long as she understood not all would agree with her. She had many friends at shul when I went at least.

It feels like a slap in the face to hear her say Jewish people in Aotearoa are privileged and what not, and that we dont experience housing crisis or food insecurity. Im currently very poor. Below poverty line. My family maxed the amount of emergency food grants we can get in a year because of food insecurity. My family was homeless for a year, living out of a car in a campsite in a dodgey area. And we sure as hell arent the only Jewish people in the country that have lived like this. Not even the only ones we know personally. The government doesnt give two shits about us, and because of family drama we were shunned by the local Jewish community for years so couldnt ask anyone for help.

And, on the topic of Jewish people not facing antisemitism here, how can Marilyn explain the feeling of unsafety every time i wear a magen david necklace? The disgusted looks my mother got when wearing a shirt with hebrew writing at pride? The fact that when my class was made to read boy in the striped pajamas in school, not only were our concerns ignored about the antisemitism of the book itself, but it lead to the atrocities of the holocaust becoming a running JOKE at my school. I was teased constantly for saying that it wasnt ok to laugh about the books content. I was told i should be gassed because i called out a kid for doing a nazi salute in class. Not a single teacher did anything. In fact i was told off for complaining and being too sensitive! Even when I was a small child, I was bullied for being Jewish. Got called awful nicknames due to my Hebrew birth name, and told I was going to hell and i was a "jesus-killer" who should die. I was 11 when my best friend at the time said that. I had my artwork ripped up by a teacher because i drew a happy hannukah card for my mum instead of a merry Christmas card. I was 6. My friend once knowingly tricked me into eating pork because she knew it wasnt allowed and she thought it would make me Christian if i ate pork.

My mother was called slurs at work. She has been abused and assaulted throughout her life for simply existing as a visibly Jewish woman. My best friend told me I was a fascist and she couldnt speak to me anymore because i dared say that what happened on oct 7 was bad (she has since apologised and we are chill again but ????). My mother once made a facebook post that lead to our friends, people that came to my birthday parties, people that my mother worked with, stalking her facebook and sending dozens of death threats and messages saying "hitler shouldve finished the job" "we dont want people like you here" and sending her graphic images of the holocaust. And all that facebook post was? Her saying anti asian racism is bad. She said racism is bad and got attacked because of a selfie she posted prior that showed she is Jewish.

I have disconnected myself so far from Judaism due to fear of being hated, of losing friends, of being hurt. It got to the point where I started going to church and convinced myself i could be Christian, because that was safe. I haven't so much as acknowledged a Jewish holiday in years because I told myself I couldnt be Jewish. If it were up to me and it was safe I would wear a kippah every day. I would go to synagogue, i would pray, i would say "no thanks" when offered non-kosher food. But instead, i do none of those things. I will eat the ham sandwich or whatever it is, because im scared of the questions ill be asked if i say no. I wouldn't dare wear a kippah or dress in anyway that signifies im Jewish in public, because in this city there are posters everywhere you turn about boycotting israel, Palestinian flags everywhere, big israeli flags with ❌ over them. I know that isn't necessarily anti Jewish, but what you must understand is that in this city, the people who put those posters up, do not like Jewish people. They are the people that glare at pride when my mum walks past in her hebrew pride shirt. The majority of them will treat me like shit. Not to mention my home town, an hour out of the big city, is full of neo nazis. The kids i went to school with walk around the town and spray paint swastikas on every bus stop, they wind down their windows and scream nazi shit out the window at passers by. It got to the point where my mother said we had to hide any obviously Jewish stuff from outside view, and we had to keep our heads down in public because we could be hatecrimed on our own street. Luckily that has calmed down now and we're a bit safer, but its still scary.

If Jewish people were a privileged group in Aotearoa, Id be safe in my own city would I not? Id feel comfortable refusing non-kosher food and being visibly Jewish.

Read those stories and tell me Jewish people dont experience antisemitism in this country and that we're privileged.

Marilyn is incredibly privileged and said herself she doesnt connect with the Jewish community, so why is she speaking for us?

Sorry for the rant, i just read that article and was appalled. The spinoff sucks half the time anyway, but to see their guest author being someone i know denying the prejudice our people face? That hurt.

I urge anyone else who is in Aotearoa and is Jewish to speak up and show this person that she is wrong and clearly out of touch from the reality we face as Jews. In fact, even if you're not Jewish, if you experience(d) antisemitism, feel free to share, because i know that not just Jews, but anyone perceived as Jewish, faces antisemitism.

This is the biggest crock of shit to come out

I know plenty of poor jews, who have housing issues and food issues, but the community rallies together to help them so they can survive. The government and other community groups do not help, it's people at synagogue who help. I actually know people who have had a harder time getting help from the government with benefits as "because they're jewish, they should be rich and are likely trying to scam the government". - real thing said to a jew I know who tried to get on the benefit (social welfare).

Also she is literally pushing the jews are all rich antisemitism trope

It is not privileged to live life being seen as sub human, which I had gone through. Literally no joke, I was treated as sub human for years at school because I was jewish and no one did anything about it.

I know a jew who is currently being discriminated against at work for being jewish.

Then on the topic of her being excluded from synagogue, all the reform synagogues in the country pray for people in Gaza, they denounce Israel's actions. Even a few of the orthodox synagogues do too!

The only way you would be excluded is if you wished harm upon those in Israel, which is a valid reason to be excluded as there are plenty of jews with family in Israel, and you would be wishing harm on your fellow shul goers family.

Whilst I am glad that her experience has mainly been a positive one as a jew in Aotearoa, it is not reflective of the overall jewish communities' experience.

As she said herself, she does not connect with the majority of the Jewish community, so she should not speak on experiences of the wider jewish community as a whole.

#tw antisemitism #tw nazi mention #tw holocaust mention #tw violence mention #jewish #jumblr #jewblr #judaism #aotearoa #antisemitism

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violetsystems · 1 year ago

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I want to get my cat a Christmas present. Nobody really celebrates Christmas or my birthday at all with me anymore and they're around the same time. Haven't for years. My parents make phone calls and send cards. Nobody else. So my cat is about the only immediate entity that I share the holidays with. I don't know why that is. Maybe I'm being punished by my past for not wanting to let them into my life to abuse me again. People have been flippant the last few years about even acknowledging I exist. It's like they rub it in on my birthday especially. My old boss and CIO made me fill out an award application for an employee of mine on my day off one year. They knew it was my birthday. They just wanted to be mean I guess. it's this low key abuse where people you were friends with just pretend you betrayed them somehow and do these weird gestures that seem suspect but will never admit to it. This was before I talked so much shit about them so it's always been there. You call it out and it just becomes evident just like how you are a low key target of the memes they post on instagram after you've disappeared from their life. But they were always bullies no doubt. They just hid it well socially. Maybe even got off on it behind your back. My old boss was the one who invited me out to a bar one Christmas with my ex girlfriend to punk me into meeting her new boyfriend. I didn't know at the time but she warned me my ex would be there because we all worked together. I got so many people a job there including her it isn't even funny. Which is why it's so awkward all those people just ghosted me. But in this case I just walked up to the bar when we got there and saw this guy I hadn't seen in forever and was like "Oh hey dude! I'm here with my boss." And then he walked over with me to the table all smiling and sat next to my ex. That guy met her a long time ago through a person I ran a record label with. Biggest punk promoter in Chicago. Also a major low key drug dealer so it made sense why she'd gravitate towards him. I just sat there in silence and nodded my head wanting to leave in the back of my head. I guess me leaving them all behind is me standing up for myself when I couldn't that day. That was precisely the day I knew those people were never my friends to begin with. So Christmas has this sting to it and probably intentionally so. Not to mention I moved out of my apartment from that long term relationship on New Year's Eve. So these people always knew when to shove the knife back in around the holidays. At least I'm used to being alone because of it. It sounds depressing but I'm over it and would rather focus on moving forward now even if people around me have me at some secret standstill. It's like being held hostage by nostalgia. At least nobody is around to joke about you getting older. My cat can be kind of demanding of course as well. But I have a dry food dispenser. I want to get a wet food dispenser for when I go back to work hopefully. They have one that holds six feedings with two ice packs. So you basically freeze the ice packs overnight and load the food up in the morning. I'm sure it's easier to portion out the food she gets too that way. But I have to go back to work at some point. And I keep getting fake job offers while I wait for the one I've been on hold with since August. More bullying in disguise it feels like. But maybe I'll get a real job for Christmas this year.

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dont-die-dia · 2 years ago

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Burning Red

I know your locker code,

I know your brother’s birthday,

the wifi to your house is saved in my phone,

I talked you down from a panic attack,

you cried in my arms and we did face masks and laughed it off.

in the morning I called you a liar and almost screamed in your face

half awake next to you

i swear I’m still awake

in minutes I’m out,

because we were drifting

I knew we were,

i couldn't bare it

I didn't know in 2 months

we wouldn’t speak a word

or maybe I always knew

I spent all my lunches with you,

wet grass under us, green fence in front

and there’s nothing on my mind,

you don't even smile at me in the corridor anymore,

I don't even care,

but 12 year old you lingers in the back of my mind

because I will never forget you,

because i see you and my stomach falls,

do you feel it too ?

I can see you across the classroom,

and we’re six again,

your hair is burning red and spiky,

it’s short and you’ve never cut it.

and now we’re twelve

and I’m eating cheese off your kitchen counter,

we’re meant to be feeding your dog,

he scared me at six,

half a dozen years,

and he jumps when I throw a piece.

I’m fifteen now,

my birthday was a month ago,

did you remember ?

my friends are waiting for me

I never waved a greeting

you don't say goodbye.

I push it out of my mind

and I'm fine

I really am.

I go to my friends

and I don't think of you for months maybe

yesterday I broke down in the shower,

so full of love for a version of you,

does she still exist ?

I mourn her

she is dead - at least to me

the me of our friendship has died too.

different people, different lives.

and I know your best friend

better than I know you.

you've never met my partner

I think of you on your birthday

the 12th will always make me wonder,

what happened ?

was it in Austria ?

did you mean to leave ?

do your memories taste as bittersweet ?

yet on the 13th I will be just fine,

and maybe you’ ll think of me on my birthday,

or christmas

but none of my cards will stand

covered in your drawings

I’m okay with that,

because I don’t make handmade cards anymore.

and I won't even send you a text

because we haven't spoken in almost two years.

we’ve moved on.

but you burn Scarlett in my mind.

#poetry #ex friends #i miss her #original poetry #poems on tumblr #poems

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forfamily · 2 years ago

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“Zio Jojo!” Despite the importance of this first meeting, as the pilots started to unload the supplies, including one backpack that was hers, she went to give the eldest of the group a warm hug, arms going around his middle; even with her heeled boots, the top of her head just reached the middle of his broad chest. There was the faintest of the Italian accent in her voice. “You naughty man, it’s been a decade since Nonno and I have seen you and Zia Suzi; don't you dare tell me Christmas cards and phone calls on my birthday count!”

There was evident affection in her voice, as though she had known Joseph Joestar all her life- and she had, having grown up on the heroic tale of how he and Zio Caesar defeated the Pillar Men so many years before; in her mind, despite her age, he was a hero. The pilots finished their tasks and turned their attention to the group's apparent leader, the eldest. This had her attention shifting to the rest of the group, who were looking at her as though they'd never seen a woman before. Finally, the helicopter departed, so they were able to talk.

Her right hand lifted, palm over her heart; on her ring finger, what looked like a lion-headed door knocker, just ring-sized. Her left hand remained at her side as she inclined her head respectfully. "Buongiorno, I am Baroness Bianca Zeppeli. My grandfather, Dario Zeppeli, sends his regards- I am here in his stead."

MAYBE IT was from their already long and arduous journey , or the fact they had to spend more downtime waiting for their new arrival - but the men started to show their restless nature. while they all handled their antsy feelings personally - polnareff felt himself particularly becoming agitated by the grating wait. the young adult kept himself occupied by bothering senior - questions endlessly flowing from mouth and falling upon deaf ears. such antics aren't unheard of , and even usually encouraged - but today ... joseph was eager to meet their new arrival , the long awaited meeting of another zeppeli to join their venture. THE SOUND of fluttering propellers drowned out any noise that came from polnareff's mouth , men gathering just out of helicopters reach as they stood witness to the hanger door slide open. the plume of dust and debris obscured shared vision - the first figure coming into view was that of the small dog. ' i thought we were meeting a person , not a dog , mr. joestar. ' a scoff left polnareff's lips . watching how the animal already showed a disdain towards the grey haired fellow. browline furrowed as he made a rather stern look back at the dog. ' we're not meeting just a dog , we're meeting an old friend. ' elder eyed down the other briefly before focusing gaze back onto helicopter , almost stricken by the sound of heels clicking onto stone ground as female form shown through cloud of dust. ' m - mr. joestar ... you said we were meeting a man , is this not who we are suppose to be meeting ...? ' avdol peered through the debris that blurred vision , expression of distrust and concern taking over usually calm and collected composure. polnareff chimed in , seemingly testing everyone's patience. ' w - wait , she's not who we're suppose to meet ?! well ... i guess a woman is better than another man joining. ' THE SILENCE joseph expressed was deafening as they waited with for the obstruction to pass , watching helicopter disappear from view as drudged up dirt finally settled. the elder could feel all eyes pierce the back of his neck as they waited for an answer about the woman's identity. ' no , she's not who we were suppose to meet. but ... no doubt you can trust her , she's a zeppeli , after all. ' it would of been nice to have been given any sort of heads up , but was nonetheless contently surprised to see a familiar face. the eldest of the group waltz up to the woman , arm splayed wide as he offered hearty hug. ' bianca ... it's been awhile since i last saw you. you've grown to be quite the young woman ! it's always good to see another zeppeli after all this time. '

#etcnnante #v; stardust cloud #ayyy lets get this show on the road

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blueskrugs · 2 years ago

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closure | Sidney Crosby

happy (belated) birthday sid, sorry your present is an angsty fic.

I started this one a year and a half ago, picked it back up a few weeks ago to try and get it done by 8/7, wrote 2000 words, decided to change half of it, went to summer camp for a week, got writer’s block for one last scene, and now we’re here. finally.

length: 4.5k words

It’s been a long time And seeing the shape of your name Still spells out pain

Margaret Thomas didn’t hate Sidney Crosby. No, that required too much energy. Margaret would just rather not think about him, which was easier said than done. He was no longer “Sid the Kid,” but he was still a force to be reckoned with on the ice. Sometimes he seemed inescapable—there were commercials featuring him running on ESPN, and it seemed like at least once a week he pulled off some ridiculous feat that only Sidney Crosby could do that was in all the highlight reels for days. It wasn’t for lack of trying on her part, though; Margaret didn’t watch much hockey these days, and her ties with the hockey world had been severed as abruptly as their relationship. Margaret hadn’t quite moved on, but she was okay again.

Margaret wondered sometimes who knew all of the details of their breakup all those years ago. Her relationship with Sid had been as quiet as Sid could keep it, but she had been there for the Cups, for the gold medals. Those memories, those pictures, would go down in history alongside his name, engraved in silver and gold. It had been a cute story once, the boy who saved the Penguins falls in love with a girl from Pittsburgh, settles down and sticks around. That’s how it was supposed to go, at least.

Margaret is surprised when she gets a letter in the mail, mixed in amongst junk and bills. Who sends letters anymore? The return address is unfamiliar, but the careful, spidery handwriting spelling out her name and the little “SPC” in the corner is as familiar as her own.

Of course Sid would send a letter, after all these years, after cutting off all contact after the break-up, stubbornly old-fashioned person that he was. She was annoyed that that thought was still laced with fondness underneath the bitterness. Margaret wondered, too, how he’d gotten her address; Margaret had moved since the breakup, and she didn’t keep in contact with anyone on the team or their wives enough to warrant ever sending a Christmas card.

Margaret carefully slides her finger under the flap of the envelope and pulls out the letter inside. It, too, was handwritten, because of course it was. Margaret takes a deep breath and begins to read.

I’m sure you’re surprised to be hearing from me after all these years. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve thought about reaching out, but I didn’t think you’d ever want to hear from me. I’ve even started writing this a few times, but I could never get the words right.

Margaret scoffs, more than a little bitter. She wonders what was so important to finally make him reach out after all these years. She briefly thinks of crumpling up the letter and tossing it in the trash, but her curiosity got the better of her. Margaret keeps reading.

I wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way things ended between us. It wasn’t fair to you. I wish I could’ve done it differently, or not done it at all, but there’s no way to change the past, is there? I didn’t realize it at the time, but I probably really hurt you. I should’ve apologized a long time ago.

Sid’s words were uncovering a hurt Margaret thought she’d buried deep long ago. He was right, though, there was no changing the past. She brushes away a tear before it can land on the sheet of paper in her hand. There was more to the letter.

I’ll be playing in my 1250th game soon. They’re treating it like a big milestone. Jen’s been talking about rounding up some people for interviews or something. I saw your name on a list and wanted to give you a head’s up before she called.

Margaret remembered the videos from Sid’s 1000th game. No one had reached out to her to make a video for Sid that time. She doesn’t know what she would’ve said, anyway.

I don’t know what she’ll ask you to do, but I want you to know that you’re not obligated to do anything. You certainly don’t owe me anything.

He had that right. He hadn’t even offered Margaret a proper explanation for why he ended a years-long relationship, or a proper goodbye.

It happened the day of Sid’s Cup party in 2017. Sid pulled Margaret aside as the party was wrapping up, nothing more than a few drunken stragglers and friends and family sticking around to clean up. Sid looked nervous as she followed him into a quiet room.

“What’s up?” Margaret asked.

Sid didn’t make any move to sit and neither did Margaret. He ran a hand through his hair.

“I think this needs to stop,” he said. He wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“What?” Margaret asked. Drunk on summer sun and champagne, she wasn't following.

“I-” Sid looked uncertain for a moment. “I think we need to break up.”

“What?” she said again. Margaret didn’t know what she was expecting when Sid asked her to come with him, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“I want to break up,” Sid said firmly. “I need some space.”

Margaret had lied. She knew exactly what she’d been expecting. A ring, a future and a life together. They’d talked about it, even. Margaret felt like Sid had punched her in the gut. She almost wished he had, actually. That would hurt less than this.

“I don’t understand, Sid,” Margaret said. She thought they were happy. She thought Sid loved her. She had been wrong about both, apparently.

“I’m sorry,” was all Sid said as he brushed past Margaret and went back outside. She faintly heard a cheer go up as he reemerged. Margaret slipped upstairs. Despite all the people milling around, Sid still valued his privacy, and he didn’t have anyone staying in any of the guest bedrooms. It was easy to move her things into one down the hall while the party wrapped up outside.

Margaret flew out from Halifax the next morning. Her things were cleaned out of Sid’s house and into a new apartment of her own before Sid was back in Pittsburgh for training camp in September. She deleted his phone number in October. She never saw him again. It was probably for the best that way.

Margaret’s hands shake. Frustrated, she throws the piece of paper, but it simply flutters to the ground at her feet. She isn’t sure who she’s more upset with—Sid, for still holding a piece of her heart, or herself, for still allowing Sid to break her heart after all these years. Margaret steps over the paper and wanders into her kitchen. She pulls open the fridge and stares aimlessly into it for a long moment. On the floor behind her, Sid’s letter sits, only half read, taunting her. Margaret slams the fridge shut. The rattling of the things on the door is only satisfying for a moment.

She walks back over and picks up the letter again. She slides to the floor to read the last few lines.

I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s too much to ask that you could forgive me one day, but I do hope that we can talk about it sometime. But I guess you don’t really owe me that either.

There was no closing, no autograph signature either, just “Sid” scrawled in messy cursive at the bottom of the page.

Margaret crumples up the letter and throws it again. It lands somewhere behind her couch. It, too, doesn’t feel as satisfying as she’d like.

Margaret carefully puts it out of her mind. Or tries to, at least. The letter stays crumpled on the floor of her living room, but it doesn’t matter because it feels like she's committed Sid’s careful words to memory, echoing in her head when her guard was down.

Margaret’s phone rings a week after the letter arrives. It’s a Pittsburgh area code, a number she doesn’t have saved to her contacts, and she answers it warily.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Maggie, this is Jen with the Penguins communications department, do you remember me?”

Of course Margaret remembers Jen. Jen was solely responsible for keeping the team from making fools of themselves most of the time.

“Of course,” Margaret tells her. She knows why Jen is calling.

“Well, I’m sure you know that Sid’s coming up on a new milestone soon, and we’ve been tracking down some friends from over the years for some more videos like we had for his 1000th game, and maybe to get some stories about Sid when he was younger,” Jen says, as businesslike as ever. She doesn’t mention the fact that Margaret had been left off the list of friends for Sid’s 1000th game, and neither does she.

“Yeah, uh, Sid gave me a heads up that you might be calling,” Margaret says without thinking.

Jen pauses. “I didn’t realize you two were still in touch.”

“Something like that,” she says wryly.

Jen continues. “We’d love to have you come out to PPG one day soon to get some footage, whenever it works for you.”

Margaret hesitates. Even with Sid’s heads up, she somehow wasn't prepared to be asked for an in-person interview. She had thought Jen would just have her record something in her apartment and send it back to Jen. It would give Margaret unlimited takes to cuss out her ex in the privacy of her own home before she could string together enough warm and complimentary words. Driving down to PPG came with the risk of running into Sid, and Margaret wasn't sure there was ever enough time to prepare herself for that.

“Can I think about it? It’s been a long time,” Margaret hears herself say.

She hears Jen’s sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, but when she speaks again, she sounds unbothered. “Sure! I’ll leave you be for now, but get back to me in a few days, alright?” Margaret wonders briefly what Sid told Jen about their breakup. He had to have some explanation, some warning, for her, in case she’d taken the “crazy jilted ex” route and exposed him on social media or something. Lucky for him, that had never been Margaret’s style.

In the end, Margaret agrees. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find it in herself to feel so much contempt for Sid to not do this small thing. She wished she could. She hated that she couldn’t make herself hate him.

Margaret drove downtown to PPG Paints Arena on a Saturday afternoon. Jen had assured her that the players would be cleared out after film review and an optional skate, and that she had no risk of running into anyone. Margaret wanted to avoid Sid most of all, but she wasn’t sure she could handle having to make small talk with Tanger or Geno, or meeting some young player who didn’t even know who she was, after she and Sid had carefully erased each other from their histories.

Jen meets Margaret at the door and quickly ushers her into a small, dimly lit room. It isn’t crowded, just a couple of cameras, a camera operator, and Margaret and Jen. Jen shuts the door behind her and takes a seat across from Margaret. She spares a second to be thankful that she was staying, a familiar face. Brighter flights flick on, and Jen smiles as Margaret blinks a few times to adjust.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been around, how have you been?” Jen asks.

Margaret isn’t sure if the cameras are rolling yet. She forces a smile. “Things have been good,” she says. It’s not a lie. Things were better before she found herself back in the story of Sid’s life.

“We’ll start easy,” Jen says. “What’s a story about Sid most people don’t know? You two were so close when he was younger.”

That’s also definitely not a lie. Margaret had tried to prepare herself for anything Jen might ask her, but Margaret still takes a moment to answer, wracking her memory for something to say.

Margaret and Sid had met in a bar, just before the 2009-2010 season started. That wasn’t a cute or wholesome story to tell. Margaret takes a deep breath.

“There was this time I dragged Sid to the animal shelter because I wanted a dog.”

“Maggie, I don’t need a dog,” Sid is saying, gamely allowing himself to be dragged towards the doors of Humane Animal Rescue.

Maggie stops and turns to face Sid, hands on her hips. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve still got Sam back home, I know. But I want a dog, so we’re here.”

She pulls open the door and lets Sid walk ahead of her inside. He nervously touches the brim of his hat and looks around. A smiling volunteer makes her way over to them.

“Hey guys, what can I help you with today?” she asks.

Maggie smiles back at her and takes Sid’s hand. “I’ve been thinking about adopting a dog,” she says.

“Perfect, we have plenty of those, hopefully one will be your perfect new friend,” the volunteer says, already turning and heading towards the kennels. She asks Maggie questions as they walk—what exactly she’s looking for, what her apartment is like, if she has any other pets— and Maggie is suddenly overwhelmed. Sid trails a few steps behind, only half listening. Maggie can hear the barking dogs before the volunteer even opens the door to their part of the shelter.

Maggie glances over her shoulder at Sid. “You sure you don’t want to adopt one, too?” she teases, noticing Sid’s soft smile, always a sucker for a cute face. “I’m sure we could find you a good match.” Sid just shakes his head at her.

The next hour is a blur of meeting dogs and Maggie trying not to fall in love with all of them. Sid ends up on the floor with her, happily cuddling and playing with each new dog that’s brought out to Maggie. In the end, she falls for a sweet Pit mix named Biscuit. Even Sid seems enthralled by her when she licks his face.

Maggie’s got Biscuit on a leash, and she’s following the volunteer back to the front desk to fill out all the paperwork for adoption when Sid stops short. Maggie stops, too. Sid’s standing next to a glass door labeled Kitten Room, watching a little boy play with a kitten. The little boy notices Sid watching and looks up. Margaret can tell the moment he recognizes Sid as Sidney Crosby by the way his face splits into a grin. He carefully sets the kitten down and runs to open the door.

“Do you wanna play with the kitties, too?” Maggie hears him ask. Sid glances at her. Biscuit, eager to make a new friend, whines and tugs on her leash. The kitten the boy had been playing with is attempting to make an escape.

Sid scoops the kitten up and edges carefully into the Kitten Room. “Of course, bud,” Maggie hears him say. To Maggie, he adds, “I’ll catch up with you, yeah?” The door shuts behind him before she can answer.

By the time Maggie’s finished with the pages and pages of adoption paperwork, Sid still hasn’t caught back up with her. She and Biscuit make their way back towards the Kitten Room to find him. He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the little boy, and there’s a kitten climbing on his shoulder, trying to eat his hat, another one curled up in his hands. Maggie stands next to the glass door and watches them, a smile on her face. Next to her, Biscuit wags her tail at them. The little boy notices them and waves. Sid carefully hands the kitten in his hands to the little boy and disentangles the claws of the other one from his hat.

He’s grinning as he makes his way back to Maggie, easy and relaxed. He drapes his arm across her shoulders for a moment when comes through the door, and Maggie leans into his side.

“Have fun making some new friends?” she asks.

“He asked me if I could score a goal for him tomorrow night,” Sid says, laughing a little.

“Y’know, a cat would probably be a better pet for you, with all the travel and stuff,” Maggie says.

Sid digs his elbow into her ribs, but he kisses Maggie quickly against the car before opening the back door for Biscuit.

Margaret’s eyes were wet when she finished telling her story. She twists around in her seat to dry them before facing Jen again. It’s not even a sad story. She’d almost forgotten the memory altogether. It’s been a few years since Biscuit had passed now, but that sweet little dog had been Margaret’s anchor during the aftermath of their breakup. She should look into adopting another dog, Margaret thinks absently. Jen seems unfazed by, but not unsympathetic to, Margaret’s crying.

“And what do you want to say to Sid?” she asked.

Margaret had thought about this part, too. She remembered someone saying that Nathan MacKinnon’s message for Sid’s 100th game was too personal to show on the broadcast. She’d considered saying something vindictive, something petty. Her relationship with Sid had always been personal, and a part of Margaret wanted this last message to be just between them, too. But she worried that Jen would just scrap the footage if she said anything too cruel.

So Margaret settled for sincere, or as sincere as she could muster.

“Hi, Sid,” she starts awkwardly. “It was such a privilege to be by your side over the years, to be able to watch you grow into an amazing leader. To be there for the Olympics and for the Cups…it’s not something anyone is going to forget. I know it wasn’t easy to get this far, but you did it and you’re still going. I’m proud of you, Sid,” Margaret says. She takes a deep breath.

There is silence in the room when Margaret finishes speaking. She clears her throat. “Right, is that all, then?” she asks, already standing up. The small room they were in suddenly feels claustrophobic, and Margaret needs out.

Jen stands with her. “It’s perfect, thanks so much for coming in. I’m sure it wasn’t easy…” she says. Margaret wonders, again, how many details of their breakup Jen actually knows.

Margaret was already opening the door and rushing back into the hallway. She didn’t stop to check if the hallway was clear first, which is how she bumps straight into someone walking down the hall.

“Oof,” she hears, from a voice that was once as familiar as her own. A hand reaches out to steady her elbow. Sid hasn’t seen Margaret’s face yet.

“No, it’s okay, it was my fault,” she says, carefully not looking up at Sid. She pulls her purse strap back up and tries to edge around Sid before he recognizes her.

“Maggie?” Sid asks

Margaret freezes. Sid’s still gripping her elbow tightly. “Margaret,” she says.

“What?” “It’s Margaret. No one really calls me Maggie any more,” she tells him. Sid’s grip tightens even more for a moment before he drops his hand back to his side.

Margaret stops peering down the hall behind him and chances a look at his face. Sid’s jaw is tight, and he’s looking at Margaret like he can’t believe he’s actually seeing her. A member of team staff walks past behind Sid— Tags, Margaret is pretty sure— and pats Sid on the back as he goes past. Sid startles a little.

Sid takes Margaret’s arm again, and she lets herself be led into an empty room a few steps down the hall. Sid pushes the door mostly shut behind them.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come out,” Sid admits.

“I was told there wouldn’t be any players here,” Margaret counters. Sid winces, and it’s satisfying to see, briefly.

“Maggie,” Sid starts, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. He’s still staring at Margaret like he doesn’t believe she’s real.

“Stop calling me that,” Margaret says. She’s drained after sitting in front of that camera for Sid, and she doesn’t have the patience, suddenly, for whatever Sid’s about to say next. “Look, I should just go,” she says. “I should’ve never even come in the first place.” She finally wrenches her arm free from Sid’s grip.

Sid blinks at Margaret, confused. “I just thought-” he says, but, again, he doesn’t finish his sentence. “Well, uh, thanks, I guess,” Sid says, taking a step back. “It means a lot, I know it’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” Margaret says. “Yeah, well, I guess now we can go back to pretending the other of us doesn’t exist.” She moves to brush past Sid and out the door.

“Wait,” Sid says. He reaches to grab Margaret again, but thinks better of it. He shuts the door all the way. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean? You made it very clear you didn’t want anything to do with me when you broke up with me. We went our separate ways, and I did my best to forget I was ever in love with you,” Margaret says. She makes a move to push past Sid again, but Sid stops her with an arm around her waist. Margaret spins back to face Sid, now boxed in against the closed door.

“Everything was happening so fast, I didn’t know what to do,” Sid tries, talking fast like he can keep Margaret from leaving by sheer force of will.

“So fast? Sid, we’d been together for almost seven years, when all of a sudden you broke up with me instead of giving me a ring!”

“Exactly! You wanted a ring, and I wasn’t ready for that,” Sid argues. “It was just-”

“Just so overwhelming you couldn’t even talk about it? Fuck, all I got was a ‘I want to breakup,’ and then we never spoke again.” Margaret didn’t think she had it in her to be angry about this after so many years, but Sid standing so close to her was bringing out all sorts of emotions. Fury, longing, heartbreak.

Sid makes a frustrated noise. “You’re the one who cut me out of your life!”

Margaret feels like she could scream. “You broke up with me, what the hell else was I supposed to do?” she says, trying to keep her voice level. She isn’t sure if she’s going to scream or break down crying.

“I just needed space! I needed time to figure out where we were headed,” Sid says.

Margaret opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, Sid’s mouth is on hers, kissing her fiercely. She lets herself melt into it for a second—the way Sid’s lips slide against hers, once so familiar, her back pressed against the door, Sid’s hands on her body, one clutching her hip and the other resting on her cheek—before she comes to her senses and pushes Sid away. Sid goes, breathing raggedly and looking stunned.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Margaret asks. Her hand is on the doorknob.

“I- I don’t know,” Sid says honestly. “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.”

Margaret should leave. She knows she should leave. She can’t help but ask, “Which part?”

Sid makes a face at her. Margaret hates the fondness she feels for that damn nose scrunch. “All of it. Everything. I’m sorry,” he says again.

They’re both quiet for a long time. There’s footsteps down the hall. “I should go,” Margaret finally says.

This time, Sid doesn’t stop her. Margaret pulls the door open and steps back into the hall. She looks back over her shoulder. Sid hasn’t moved.

“Goodbye, Sid,” she says softly.

She doesn’t pass anyone else as she makes her way back to her car. She drives home in silence. She doesn’t ever hear from Sid again. It’s probably for the best that way.

A few weeks later, Margaret gets a text from Jen. The game’s tonight, it reads. Margaret still hasn’t decided if she’s going to watch the game or not. She hasn’t seen a Penguins game since they won the Cup in 2017, hasn’t watched one on TV in even longer.

She turns on her TV.

1250 games isn’t nearly as big of a milestone as 1000 games was, but they’ll still be showing some of the pre-recorded clips throughout the game, mixed in with highlights of Sid over the years, or so Potash is saying when Margaret finds the right channel. There’s no pregame ceremony, just Sid blushing when the PA acknowledges the milestone before puck drop. It’s easy to fall back into the rhythm of watching hockey, though Margaret has to keep the roster pulled up on her phone to keep track of who’s who. The team is very different than she remembers, only a handful of players left who’d remember her.

They play Margaret’s video clip just before the end of the second period. The words underneath her name simply describe her as “friend of Sid’s” which is a bit of a stretch. “Sid’s ex-girlfriend” would certainly have been funnier. She mutes the TV; she already knows what she said, doesn’t need to hear it again. They’ve interspersed the clip with pictures of Margaret and Sid, some she’d even forgotten existed— Margaret and Biscuit and Sid with his dog Sam one summer, one a teammate had taken of them in a rare moment of PDA with Sid’s hips pressing Margaret into a wall in a hall at PPG, Margaret’s arms wound tightly around his neck, and the last one is one from Sid’s day with the Cup in 2017. She remembers that picture being taken, poking fun at Sid’s sunburn to get him to give the camera a real smile. The memory is bittersweet now. Margaret wonders which poor intern had to dig those up, or if Sid had offered them up himself.

“I’m proud of you,” on-screen Margaret is saying.

Margaret clicks the TV off. She stands up, stretches. Sid’s letter hasn’t moved from its place of honor on the floor behind the couch. Margaret fishes it out before heading into the kitchen. She smooths it out on the counter. The words are familiar, imprinted on Margaret’s memory. She rereads it anyway, then again. She misses Sid fiercely, all of a sudden, something in her chest aching at the thought. She stares at the letter without really seeing it, Sid’s thin, careful handwriting blurring together until the letters are indistinguishable.

With a sigh, Margaret crumples the letter back up and throws it in the trash.

She pours a glass of red wine and starts over on putting Sidney Crosby out of her mind forever.

#cait writes things #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby imagine #pittsburgh penguins fic #pittsburgh penguins imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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Gotham Villains x Hotel Owner!Reader || Headcanons

Explanation / Topic: You run one of the cities dingy hotels except this one, in all of its glory, is only ever visited by bad guys. Your hotel is well known as the place rogues hide away in when they're planning or they're just out of action for a while because you refuse to give up information to the police no matter what (Its proprietor-client confidentiality! Ha ha) and you're treat them fairly (Although- on the kinder side of course)

These are the many ways they show their gratitude, no matter how small.

Character involved: Most, if not all, of Fox Gotham's rogues. Except Ra's Al Ghul because he bores me. Nevertheless, not just the Legion Horrible's like the picture might lead you to believe- that's just the picture with the most villains that I could think of.

Warnings: Probably too much fluff. I'll make a sequel to this with the less-then-pretty, nitty grotty details of this hotel too probably XD

Barbara likes to invest every now and then, "Just making sure my affairs are in order baby- gotta make sure my hidey hole's still there when I need it." but she always adds a little something for you to buy yourself 'something pretty' (Since your style is SO plain, according to her but then again who isn't plain compared to her XD). This little something is always upwards of a hundred dollars. She's such a sugar mommy you cant convince me that she isn't-

Butch (Or Cyrus Gold, or Grundy. he has too many names) has made it clear that if you ever need help, you can always call him and he'll be there. Very gangsta about it. He's such a big, tough guy but such a softy on the inside XD When he had Grundy brain, he still had some kind of tracker in his mind like dogs do that took him 'home' (To your hotel), dragging Ed along with him. He gave you a big, bone crushing hug when he got there.

Dr Strange is not allowed in as he'll steal your guests and experiment on them.

You don't know Ecco too well yet and vice versa but when she turned up with Jeremiah and Jervis- you definitely appreciated her presence more then that of Jeremiah's. You were still sore over Jerome and didn't trust this new brother. Still, you complimented the bullet in Ecco's skull, saying it was pretty cool, and now she loves you XD When she's in the neighbourhood she occasionally likes to pop in and say hello; Spread a little chaos, you know the deal.

Honestly you probably new Bridgit long before Strange forcing upon her the heat resistance thing and her becoming Firefly. She of course didn't remember you but soon *warmed* up to you after you gave her one of the few rooms with a fireplace and easily forgave her when she accidentally set the couch in her room on fire (I mean its for sure not the worst thing that has happened within these walls- no worries). She has been known to go around lighting the fireplaces for you under the pretence of having fun (Which is true) but also so that you can worry about one less thing. Firefly is also one to come chat with you if she's bored.

Fish Mooney obviously doesn't stay with you very often at all, because this lady can find better dwellings (As, no offense but your hotel is kiiiiinda dingy. What can you do about it, though? You house rogues and a lot of them don't have a lotta money) but she still absolutely appreciates what you do. She'll send bad guys that she does business with that have deeper pockets then your usual client, your way. She's also kind to you, which to me is even better honestly haha XD

Headhunter stays with you a lot when he's on business and often reminds you that you get a discount from him if you require his services. Hey, you keep him in milkshakes! He's gotta repay you somehow.

Okay, the twins. You knew Jerome first and got off to a bad start with Jeremiah due to that. Still, we aren't talking about relationships; We're talking about nice things. So moving on. Just assume that you warm up to the brainier twin.

These two are hard XD Cuz their 'good' and 'bad' sides kinda blur together as they're so unpredictable and don't really care about anyone.

Still, I can see Jerome being pretty light with you and valuing the fact that you can keep up with his banter- so he keeps you alive. You're basically his mother actually, despite the possible lack of age difference. Like, he wants to show you stuff he does and tell you about chaos he's created.

And Jeremiah honestly appreciates that you'll listen to his long speeches (You've gotten pretty good at just sitting and nodding your head and you've perfected the art of the well placed understanding noises like 'Hmm' and 'Ah!' and 'Oh dear' in your line of work)- so obviously, you're invaluable to him. Must keep you around. I mean, Ecco listens, but does she really understand? That is the question.

When he's around, Jervis is very polite and gracious. He'll duck into the kitchens after dinner and start helping you with the dishes and clear dining tables, he'll ask you how you are and mean it (Like, he'll stand there and discuss it with you), he'll try to keep Jerome from barging into your room in the early hours of the morning, etc. Just nice things like that ^^

Magpie tries not to steal from you... Haha XD Like, she'll pick up a pretty clock off a mantle piece and then go to leave with it... then realise that this is yours and go 'Oops!!' and put it back, giggling nervously.

... When she leaves you still find various items from other places in the hotel, in her room, but still. The fact that she tries is enough!

Mr Freeze is a pleasure to have around, of course!! He's quiet, he nods to you when he passes, and he's there to freeze assholes that harass you (And then take them outside so they don't melt all over your carpet). A respectful dude. He has frozen Jerome multiple times... particularly when Jervis has been unsuccessful in persuading him not to wake you up at 3 in the morning.

Ivy gets so happy whenever she sees you. Lots of hugs and telling you all about how she's been. Her energy is enough to cheer you up, and on your birthdays she always brings you a new plant that has meaning to her. Like, a sunflower for how kind you are, a Ficus for abundance, etc. Always in a pot of course, never dead. So of course, you have to take care of them but its a small price to pay for the sweetness ^^ And the not being murdered thing.

Like Mooney and Barbara, Oswald doesn't stay often due to having that mansion from his father but he remembers your kindness from when he would fall on hard times before that (And after the fact, too of course) and whenever he's making some kind of mafia deal he always ensures your and your hotels safety in the contract.

Pyg / Lazlo (I cant decide which name I like best XD) is just very polite, like Jervis. Gentlemen. Also his impressions- God. Have fun with that. He might just do your favourite Looney Tune character if he's in a good mood.

With Ed... look, if you even try with his riddles without being prompted, he'll do anything for you. It's well documented. I'm not sur about nice deeds, cuz Riddler's kind of a dick, but he'll for sure send you a birthday card every year! Christmas probably too ^^

Scarecrow: I will not spray you today. You: Gee thanks. // No but seriously, he's quiet about his gratitude but he is definitely once of the good ones ^^ Would absolutely take it upon himself to come save your ass if you got abducted.

Tabitha... well, you know how Headhunter will you get a discount if you want someone killed? Tabitha will do it for fucking free.

Hey, if you feed Victor (Zsasz), you have a friend for life. He will bring pizza and just hang out together. He is also willing to murder someone for you.

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