#bad jury no cookies for you

[silvaradragontear]

Can someone for the for the love of all the glitter in eurovision give some points to Finland & Estonia

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hi! I hope this is okay, it’s my first time asking you and I don’t wanna burden you. You don’t have to write it but it’ll be super awesome if you do. So could you maybe write where little!reader has a healing power but it would drain her energy depending on how big is the injury. So one time daddy!bucky goes out on his mission but he’s so careless and he got nasty injury it’s so bad, he can’t move without feeling like he would pass out (maybe a big deep cut or smthg) and he did get them stitched or fixed. But cause he’s the best daddy ever he still takes care of the reader and reader is so worried cause he looks pale due to his injury and it looks like he’s in pain and maybe he sits down after awhile and sleep on the couch. Then reader comes to him and saw blood seeping out of his clothes and so reader panicked bcs she thought he’s dying so she can’t help but heal him (despite him telling her to never do it since it drains her). And then Bucky wakes up seeing reader passing out and sees that his injury is gone and he freaks out.

You can decide the ending. Ik it’s a lot but I hope you don’t mind writing this. You’re one of my fav writer and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Hi there love! 💜

Of course it’s totally okay and I actually really love the idea thank you so much for asking me to write this! It’s really good !! 😍

And you’re not a burden at all babe, I absolutely love your demand and I’m more than happy to write it 🫶

I really hope you liked how I turn your beautiful request 💋

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : bad words, mention of I jury and blood, anxiety, traumatic,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : your daddies want to protect you but what if you want to protect them ?

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‘’Okay tell me how bad it is, rogers’’ stark asks through the phone.

It was a late Friday night, it’s been almost two weeks that Tony and Pepper take care of you while your Daddies are on a mission with Dr Strange, Wanda and Natasha.

You’re used to be with them or others of your daddies’s friends whenever they have to leave to save the world so you could sleep in a safe place like they like to say, but this time it start to get really long.

You love Pepper and Tony, in fact you love all of them but you have a little weakness for the big red guy. Tony loves to give you cookies or ice cream through the day so of course he’s your favorite

‘’Yes I’ll get the basement ready for when you land. Get here as quickly as possible and I’ll do my best so we can take care of him right away’’ Tony nods at himself, already preparing everything they’ll need in the next few hours

‘’ alright be careful with him, see you soon’’ he ends up the call and turns around. He gasps and let out a little jump when he sees you standing behind him in the middle of the room

‘’For the love of god’’ he breathes out with a hand on his chest ‘’stop doing that to me, trouble’’ he points his index at you

You giggle at his reaction and watch him walking toward you ‘’it was papa ?’’

‘’Yes it was’’ he smiles at you ‘’they’ll be back today’’ he winks

Your eyes brighten ‘’oh yeahhhhh’’ you yell happily

He watches with a sad smile as you jump away, smiling and singing to get ready for greeting your Daddies, all happy about the good news.

He just hopes everything will be okay and it scares him that he doesn’t know what will happen.

‘’Hey’’ he calls making you turn around. ‘’They’ll have to go in the basement as soon as they get here to give them their vaccines and a check up so you’ll see them after that’’ he lies

You nod ‘’okay’’ and leave

~

‘’Careful’’

‘’Careful’’

‘’Careful’’

‘’I Said careful!!’’ Steve yells ‘’you’re being too harsh with him! Don’t you see that he’s in pain!?’’

‘’Rogers, you go wait outside the room’’ Tony says

‘’The fuck I am’’ he snaps back ‘’if you want me to leave you’ll have to do it yourself because I won’t move from this spot’’

Tony sighs and nods, he can make him leave but it won’t help anyone ‘’as long as you don’t stay on your paths you can stay either way you’re out’’

Steve looks back at Bucky, pain in his eyes as he watches the love of his life laying on the bed, covered in blood

He watches everyone doing their jobs, everything is in slow motion, he feels his breath blocking in the middle of his throat as he stays there, powerless.

Bucky groans in pain making Steve tears up. He hates seeing the people he loves hurting, he does that job to protect the world but to mainly protect his family.

It happens that he or Bucky get hurt on a mission, it happens that you are hurt after falling in the garden or catching a cold after playing outside while it was raining.

All of that happens because it’s a part of life, you can’t be protect for everything, you have to learn and you have to go through experiences that make you grow.

But this, what is happening to Bucky is not a little experience, it’s not a part of life where you can close your eyes and get over it. This will have consequences and he knows that.

The thing he doesn’t know is how he’ll tell you the news…

~

‘’Hi princess’’ Steve smiles as he knocks on your bedroom door.

Like the good girl you are you patiently waited in your room knowing your daddies were home and waited until someone comes and get you.

You turn your head and let out the biggest smile you could. You stand up and your little feet run to carry you right into your Papa’s arms.

He wraps his arms around you and lifts you up ‘’oh I missed you so much my sweet angel’’

‘’I missed you too’’ you kiss his cheek. You frown and pull away after feeling something weird on his cheek. You see a tear falling from his eye and look into his eyes ‘’why you cry ?’’

He kisses your forehead and goes sit on your bed

‘’I changes m’ bed’’ you proudly say, forgetting a little about everything.

He smiles through his tears and takes your hand ‘’that’s wonderful baby’’

He sniffs a little and get back your attention ‘’listen I have to tell you something’’

You look up at him with your bright and beautiful eyes

‘’Daddy had an injury during the mission’’ he starts, your eyes fall more and more as he speaks

‘’He’s downstairs with a lots of doctors who are here to help him getting better but it’ll be hard and it’ll be a long process. We will have to be understanding with him and he’ll need us’’ he caresses your hair ‘’we’ll have to be careful around him’’

A few years left your eyes as you keep staring into your Papa’s

He gently wipes them away and kisses your nose ‘’he’ll be okay sweetie, he has all the help he need and after that he’ll need us’’

You sniff and nod ‘’daddy needs me ?’’ You quietly ask

He nods ‘’yes, daddy needs you’’ he stands up and rests you on his hip ‘’we should be able to see him now’’

After they took care of him, they set him on a calm and quiet room while he was still passed out

That’s where your papa takes you. He opens the door after asking you to be quiet and good and let you in. You slowly walk toward the chair beside the bed and sit down.

You watch all the big machines that make weird noises, it’s big, everything is big in this room.

Your Papa lifts you up and sit you on his slap after sitting himself down on the seat ‘’look how peaceful he looks while he’s sleeping’’ he whispers in your ear ‘’just like you at night’’

~

It’s been a few days now that your Daddy is up on his feet. Like your Papa said he needed help, lots of helps but you’re more than okay to be a part of his healing.

He tried many times to play with you but it just last a few minutes, he gets tired quickly.

You remembered a few days ago that you actually could help your Daddy. You forgot about that because of the anxiety to see your Daddy hurting and your minds were everywhere but on your ability to heal others.

You talked about it to your Papa but he of course said no immediately, just like your Daddy.

It takes a lot of you to use that power and heal people so the less you use it the better you are.

Your papa told you he couldn’t let you do that because he needs you to take care of your Daddy, and if you use your power he’ll have to take care of the both of you.

‘’Okay baby, i need to lay down a little bit I’m really tired’’ Bucky breathes out after playing with your dolls. He made an effort and played longer than usually but he can’t take it anymore

You help him laying down on the couch and keep playing silently while taking glances at him from time to time.

Today he’s more pale than before, you start to feel that he’s not getting better and the idea of him having an infection or anything bad is terrifying you.

If daddy is healed then he doesn’t need me so I can use my power you tell yourself

So your choice is done.

You stand up and kneel beside the couch. Your put your hands above his wounds without touching it and close your eyes, letting all your magic go.

~

‘’Sweetie I’ll need your help for dinner’’ your Papa says as he walks down the stairs. He makes his way in the living room but stop in his tracks when he sees you on the floor beside the couch

‘’Oh my god’’

He rushes toward you and feel that your body is really cold. As he keeps touching you he glances at your Daddy on the couch and look at his wound.

He shakes Bucky awake knowing that now it’s like he was never hurt at all ‘’Buck I need your help’’

Don’t get him wrong, he’s more than happy that Bucky is finally okay but not like that and now is not the time.

Bucky groans ans opens an eye ‘’Steve I’m tired I need to sleep’’

‘’she healed you you don’t need to sleep now you need to help me’’ he says anxious ‘’now!’’

It take two secondes at Bucky to realise what happened and he immediately stand up ‘’get her to bed while I take the towels’’

They know what to do, whenever it happens you need the same things. You need to be laying on a bed with hot towels all over you to raise your body temperature. You need sugar ready for when you open an eyes and water, lots of water.

And that’s exactly what your Daddies are preparing.

They’re resting on your sides the whole time, they talked to you and have the phone on their hands incase something gets wrong.

‘’You’re strong baby, the strongest person I’ve ever met but you can be the stupidest one I’ve ever seen in my life’’ your Daddy jokes before sniffing

Steve smiles upside down as he strokes your cheek ‘’she sure is’

You groan and frown ‘’not true’’

They both let out a breath of relief, your daddy kisses your hand while your papa takes the water ‘’here baby’’

He helps you drinking and then come sit beside you ‘’why did you do that beautiful ?’’ Your Daddy asks, sitting on the other side

‘’Because I wanted to help you’’ you quietly say

‘’no baby, it’s really nice of you for that but you are our priority, it hurts you to heal people and even more if the injury is big. All I need is you to be healthy and okay’’ your Daddy kisses your forehead

‘’Do you understand that ?’´

You nod ‘yes daddy’’

‘’Good’’, ‘’beside that, thank you for doing that for me, my love’’

You smile and snuggle closer to them

‘’You’re tired baby ?’’ Your papa asks, putting the cover more above you.

You nod and close your eyes from the tiredness

‘’It’s okay, it’s been a rough week. Sleep baby we’re not getting anywhere’’ Steve says as he kisses your nose

You feel them shifting beside you to lie down and let your exhaustion take over you

[real-total-drama-takes]

FreshTV wrote itself into a corner positioning Duncan as a finalist in Action.

His social game was really bad. If you’re constantly giving wedgies, hanging with no one but your girlfriend, and insulting everyone, you can’t expect to get far without a much-needed steel suit of plot armor.

Harold goes back to distrusting the love of his life after a single (and not very convincing) talk from the season’s openly abrasive villain, and sides with his bully to send Leshawna home instead of Duncan? Alright…

A freak accident where a contestant votes herself by mistake ends up sending her home??? And at that, in the same round, another contestant votes for someone with invincibility, thus weakening the majority to send Duncan home, because he “knows he’d be wasting his vote, but Courtney wasn’t very nice today :((“.

In the jury vote, THREE VOTES that are meant for Beth or at least anti-Duncan (from Lindsay, Leshawna, & Trent) are not counted because of Owen’s farting and production doesn’t bother to have a fair finale. In either ending where Beth got 1 more or 1 less vote than Duncan, those three votes would’ve had her win regardless because her social game was better than his at the end of the day.

Speaking of social game, the clips in the aftermath finale that show Duncan being nice (to gain him jury votes) and that show Beth being mean (to lose her jury votes) are aired and were supposed to hate Beth for eating people’s cookies and adore Duncan for being a “mama bear” to his roommates (even though we really only ever saw him insulting and clashing with Harold & Justin?).

One of the weakest winning gameplays in the whole show. At least Lightning won a challenge…

[griefabyss69]

Pulling

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‘EDGE’ wc: 509 | rated: T | cw: Still just weed!

Here's 2/4 of Eddie's side of The Hole Story (Rated E), there will be 2 more installments <3

Steve surprises Eddie by accepting his offer.

His favorite customer shouldn't be Steve.

The guy who just last year he'd wanted to knock down ten pegs, who he would try to scare with the big bad satanic wolf routine, who he'd been so pissed off about lusting after that he didn't dare complain even about it even while three sheets to the wind in Gareth's garage after band practice.

He's just so… he's so.

God.

He'd been staring at Eddie's mouth again, encouraging the stupid habit of constantly licking his lips, getting them all chapped which is not fucking sexy, not copacetic to the whole “I’m a young adult in the big wild oyster of the world” thing…

Jesus Christmas.

Despite the massive hots he has for the guy, he really shouldn't have done the whole "Call me if you get bored" thing, transparently flirting as crystal clear as a fancy whiskey glass, or even worse, showing he cared about how his holidays went.

Just because there's something sad about him that makes Eddie want to dig in and figure him out with his teeth. Just because he has his big eyes and pouty mouth and sure hands.

Just because whenever Eddie gets a smile out of him it's like the big guy in the sky decided to come down and personally award him with an angel's blessing.

And he can admit it, he was wrong. The jock stain doesn't lacquer Steve with a sparkling clean glaze. He's all ocean surface and the deepest water; coral and anglerfish and other fucked up things all live inside of him but some of them glow in the dark to get by and he thinks that maybe Steve does too.

He's got secrets obviously, but he's maybe the most sincere person Eddie's ever met.

Still.

He doesn't expect the call.

Even after the friendly not-flirting, the little touches to his hands, the way if he looked closely he could see the way Steve's cheeks were getting pink because Eddie was playing with his lip and not because of the chill in the air.

The jury's still out on if homosexuality is one of Steve's sad little secrets, but Eddie hopes it is because he's a traitor to himself.

His voice is all tinny on the shitty old phone and it should've been unpleasant but instead there was a laser light dance party going on in Eddie's stomach.

Steve wants to hang out. No transactions involved.

"So like, yeah… If you want, I'm free?"

It sounds like more than what it is, like Steve's offering up his naked chest and asking him to feast on it.

But Eddie doesn't want to rip him open.

Instead he stares at the edges of his own life, finds places to fit him in seamlessly. Places that would change forever with Steve’s presence even if they're just going to smoke a joint and lament about how winter's so different now that they're adults.

He cracks one of those edges open, and smiles into the phone.

"Yeah, come over, I made cookies. They're even edible."

[mercury-crux]

Nosy Neighbours Incorrect Quotes

Pearl: The Ocean is a soup. BigB: BigB: Do elaborate. Pearl: What are needed for something to be a soup? BigB: Erm… Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine. Pearl: Tilts head BigB: The Ocean is a Soup. Pearl: The Ocean is a Soup.

Pearl: We’re having a moment, aren’t we? BigB: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

Pearl: I'm having problems with a guy… BigB: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

BigB: :) Pearl: >:( BigB: Turn that frown upside down! Pearl: ):< BigB: Not sure what I was expecting…

BigB: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Pearl: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

Pearl, texting BigB: I’m a theif. BigB: Thief. Pearl: Theif. BigB: I before E except after C. Pearl: Thceif. BigB: NO.

Pearl: Remember, BigB, don't do anything I wouldn't do. BigB: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

BigB: I can't imagine what Pearl is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

BigB: Look, Pearl, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

BigB: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! Pearl: Struggling to hold a seagull Fucking say that next time!

Teacher: Your child was in a fight. BigB: Oh no, that’s terrible! Pearl: Did they win?

Pearl, answering the phone: Hello? BigB: It’s BigB. Pearl: What did they do this time? BigB: No, it’s me, BigB. It’s actually me. Pearl: What did you do this time?

Pearl: Well BigB, I have to say, I'm really disappointed. BigB: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.

Pearl: BigB… BigB: Oh no, 'BigB' in B flat. BigB: You're disappointed.

Pearl: I’m terrible at expressing myself. BigB: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words! Pearl: Yes, but my actions are also bad.

BigB: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Pearl: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Pearl: I trusted you! BigB: Why?

Pearl: Here you go, BigB, a nice hot cup of coffee! BigB: It's cold. Pearl: A nice cup of coffee. BigB: It's horrible! Pearl: Cup of coffee. BigB: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee. Pearl: C U P.

BigB: There are some things beyond our understanding. We must accept them and learn from them. Because these moments of crisis are also potential moments of faith. A time, when we either come together or fall apart. Nature always has a way of balancing itself. The only question is, what part will we play? Pearl: Did you just make that up? BigB: No. I read it in a fortune cookie once. Pearl: BigB: A really long fortune cookie.

BigB: Good morning! Pearl: Is it? Is it really?

BigB: Pearl, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand. Pearl: Why? I'm fine on the stand! flashback to Testimony #1 Pearl: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand. Pearl, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME. flashback to Testimony #2 Pearl: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face? Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: …Crying? flashback to Testimony #3 Pearl: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers. Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

BigB: You have Crayons? Pearl: Yes, I have— BigB: You're— how old are you? Pearl: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

Pearl: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes? BigB: For the frogs. Pearl: Why are you making pancakes for the frogs? BigB: They don't know how.

Pearl: Why are you on fire? BigB: This is just how my day is going.

BigB: Can I have some water? Pearl: starts chugging their water bottle Pearl: chokes from drinking too fast Pearl: spills water all over themself Pearl, coughing: I don't have any water.

Pearl: Come on, BigB! How any times do I have to apologize? BigB: Once! Pearl: …No.

BigB: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- Pearl: …Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? BigB: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

Pearl: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand. BigB: I photosynthesize with this.

BigB: Pearl… Pearl: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

BigB: I drink to forget but I always remember. Pearl: You're drinking orange juice.

Pearl, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me. BigB: Yeah, Pearl will straight up cry in public. Don't try them. Pearl: Exactly, I will straight up- Pearl: Pearl, tearing up: BigB, why would you say that?!

BigB: You saved me! Why? Pearl: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

Pearl: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game… BigB, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Pearl: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Pearl: Do you have a superpower? BigB: Yep! It’s hindsight. Pearl: …that’s not going to help us. BigB: Yes, I see that now.

BigB: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet. Pearl: Nat 20 Charisma. BigB: That is NOT how that works-

Pearl: How do you want your coffee? BigB: Black, like my soul. Pearl: Pearl: BigB, your soul is a latte.

BigB: You need to be more careful! Pearl, who was dragged into BigB's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

BigB: Watcha doin? Pearl: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. BigB: Scandalous. BigB: Can I help?

BigB: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store? Pearl: I thought the animals might be lonely.

BigB: Okay, help me, please! Pearl: Got two words for you. BigB: I bet they won't be helpful. Pearl: Your problem. BigB: I was right.

Pearl: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders? BigB: Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man. Pearl: THE WHO? BigB: Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?

BigB: An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away! Pearl: An Apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

Pearl: BigB told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

Pearl: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness. BigB: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

BigB: I love murder mysteries! Pearl, trying to impress them: I've been a suspect in four murder cases.

BigB: I literally cannot believe I let you talk me into this. Pearl: I literally said “I have an idea,” and you just went along with it without question.

[angelicalchaoticabyss]

Conjugal Visit, Cappuccino Cookie x Reader

Tw: Sexually explicit content, Minors go away.

“We the jury find the defendant, Y/N Cookie, guilty, and sentence them to 4 years in prison.”

Bang, bang, bang! The gavel hit and the crowd murmured but it all drowned out to you. You didn’t care about that nor the 4 years of your life you’d be losing. No, all of that paled to the betrayal you faced at the hands of your husband. Cappuccino cookie, a veteran prosecutor, was the one sending you to prison. He didn’t meet your gaze as you were walked out of the court room, you were crying…

It had been a few months since you were sentenced, life in prison wasn’t easy but you picked up some survival tips from other cookies who took pity on you.

Then one day an officer came in and took you to a room, “Conjugal visit” they said.

In the room was your husband, sitting at a table. He gave you a small smile, but it fell when you didn’t return it. You were sat across from him, and the officer left, locking the door. Cappuccino moved his hand over yours, but you quickly snatched your hand away.

“Y/N-“

“Shut up. Don’t start.” You hissed.

“Dear you know it was my job, I had no choice. And You were the one who decided to break the law.”

“Did you REALLY have to take the case? You couldn’t have left it to someone else? I know I shouldn’t have broken the law but seeing you in that court room being like that towards me just broke my heart!”

There was a pregnant pause between the two of you, the silence and tension was so thick it could be cut. Cappuccino put his hands together, fingers locking as his eyes shut. Taking deep breaths as he thought, you stared at him with a glare that was slightly wavering to sadness. It was so quiet in the room…

“Hun listen to me; I didn’t have a choice. There was no one else who wanted to take the case, they all put it on me because we’re married.

“And now we’re gonna get divorced, aren’t we?” you asked.

He looked shocked at that.

“No, never. Y/N I love you will all my heart and I want you out of here more than ever. At best it’s 2 years with good behavior because what you did wasn’t even that bad! Look, I’m so sorry I hurt you, I really didn’t want to do it I swear.”

Now you were the silent one aside from your sniffles. Cappuccino gently grabbed your hands and kissed them, just how you always liked. He was a busy man but simply the sweetest with you when he had time off. You started to cry again, Cappuccino leaned over and kissed your tears away, you hugged him and he hugged you back. You two remained embraced.

“I love you so much, no matter what you did that’s never going to change. When you get out, we’re going to make things better than ever, I promise.” He kissed you.

You kissed him back; you hadn’t realized how much you missed his touch until this moment. It was just so much. You leaned over the table more to deepen the kiss, holding onto him like he disappear forever if you didn’t. Cappuccino mumbled against your lips and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You’re squealed slightly in surprise.

He pulled back.

“Ah, sorry sweetheart I know that was sudden…” You shut him up by kissing him again.

Due to how busy your husband is sex isn’t a frequent thing, he was often beyond tired when he’d get home and no time in the mornings. So, when you could have it, he always made sure to make it good and last with the time he had to make you happy. To make you both happy.

You felt him relax into the next kiss as you slipped your tongue into his mouth in return. He hummed in pleasure and returned the gesture. Hands gently on your cheeks, the kiss was made deeper with a slight moan. Your own hands moved down the regal attire he wore, gently caressing his sides in the way you knew he always liked. That seemed to be enough for Cappuccino as he fully pulled you over the table onto his lap. You squeaked, briefly breaking the kiss before he pulled you back into it.

This WAS a conjugal visit…why not have a little fun while he has the time.

Cappuccino started to grind against your lower half, pressing your back against the table. Reminded you of when you convinced him to have sex in his office once. Your body started to heat up against his own, you moaned against his lips. His hands slipped under your shirt and caressed your body, moving so finely and practiced as he had memorized. Then his hands moved down to your pants, gripping and pulling the article of clothing down your legs.

You shivered a bit as the colder air hit your warm privates. Cappuccino finally pulled back from the kiss and grinned down at you.

“Still my lovely hun, just look at you.” He mused.

He leaned down and kissed along your thighs, revealing in your shivers. He moved closer between your legs and licked. You jolted a bit, and he took that to keep going. Licking and sucking all along your genitals, he loved your moans and keening to the feelings. Heat built up and pooled in your stomach as he kept going, your sounds getting louder and louder.

White splotched your vision for a few seconds as you came rather hard, it had been a while so your body was ever so sensitive to your husband’s touches.

You panted heavily, catching your breath as your body shuddered even more when Cappuccino licked your orgasm off his face. He chuckled lightly as he fully stood and unbuckled his pants, pulling down the zipper and the erection you grew to love so much popped out in full attention.

Cappuccino pressed his dick against your hole, spitting on his hand to lubricate it. You were too blinding by lust to complain about it this time besides what else would you use? With a pleased grunt he slowly thrusted into you, feeling you take up every inch on his cock like you had before. He let you adjust before slowly thrusting into you, enjoy the feeling of you. You let out your own grunts and soft moans, he was being ever so gentle with you. Loving and attentive like he normally was when you two had the time. You gripped his body, sensing you wanted more, he began to thrust faster and deeper into you.

“C-Cappuccino...!” You moaned.

Your husband kissed you again, thrusting quickly yet lovingly into your body. His own moans got louder as he pressed kisses against your neck and shoulders. Focusing on your sweet spot he bit and suckled until you keened and moaned loudly for him.

“O-Oh god yes!” You cried.

You squeaked and squealed, fingernails digging into his back as Cappuccino thrusted as fast as he could. He was cussing under his breath, hips stuttering.

“Ah Y/N-!” He yelled.

Heated flooded your insides as he came, his moans loud as your husband filled you. He didn’t stop thrusting however, not until you came again but luckily your next high came quickly. You both were catching your breath. He smiled down at you and gave you a quick peck on the lips before starting up his thrusting again. He’s got a good few hours with you after all.

[crowofjudgements-blog]

Heyy!

I saw your posts about your spidersona (?) Bonnie, and I wanted to ask if you have random fun facts about them (things like they usually dress their cat in cute clothing)!

I found you character really interesting, so I'd like to know more about them :)

Hi!! Thank you so much for your ask. I'm literally fiending for any reason to talk about this crazy cat lady

Bonnie grew up in and out of the foster care system up until her father went to prison when she was 14.

She took on her mother's last name because their father refused to sign the birth certificate of a daughter.

She raised her two younger twin siblings from the time she was 14

They had the entirety of her undergraduate degree (philosophy, housing, and Juris Doctor in New York paid for in scholarships and bursaries (she's a damn smart cookie).

During their post-secondary education, Bonnie worked as a cam girl to help support her siblings back home and would frequently make trips back to New Orleans to make sure they were taken care of.

She had a deep, irrational fear of clowns.

Bonnie's world and New York are harshly polluted and damaged to the point of no return. The age expectancy is like 50 years old because of how bad it is. There's literal acid rain every once in a while.

Bonnie lives in a tiny studio apartment with barely a pot to piss in. The contents of their apartment are as follows; an air mattress, a fold-out chair, a box television, ALL the cat necessities, and a spork. (This lady is destitute)

She takes better care of her cat than they take care of themself.

Fenêtre's full name is Fenêtre Maximilien Alexandre-Beauchamp Soileau and he is a distinguished little gentleman (street rat).

Bonnie, as it stands, is not currently working at the age of 32. They took bereavement leave after the death of her fiancé and could just... never bring herself to go back, couldn't stand their coworker's pity.

Bonnie was bitten by her spider later in life, around 31, around the time when her fiancé died and she had to terminate her pregnancy (that's right!! They were briefly pregnant)

She mainly survives on fiending and gambling.

The judicial system never gave her justice for the murder of her fiancé so, well, they had to take it into her own hands (she killed his murderers in cold blood).

Her New York thinks they're a villain.

Bonnie nearly beat the daylights out of Peter when they first met because he interrupted a poker game she was about to win big on (prick).

Fenêtre is just as sassy, if not more so, as Bonnie.

Bonnie never really celebrated holidays as a child so as an adult they go all out, but their decorations are always ass. Think of a bald Christmas tree. Literally no one tells them though, they just let her live in their delusional happiness.

She does, in fact, dress Fenêtre up in little sweaters, especially around winter cause they don't want their baby to freeze (he's a Serbian cat, a literal ball of fluff).

Bonnie has a terribly weakened immune system which only got worse after they were bitten so she's frequently sick and bed-bound.

Bonnie LOVES ferry boats, to an unhealthy degree.

Bonnie instantly became friends with Hobie Brown and those two are menaces together. They cause absolute chaos in the Spider Society and laugh about it over tea and buttered biscuits.

That's all I have for now!! Please let me know if you want any specific information or if you'd like me to dive into any part of this character. They're my passion project, I foam at the mouth for her. Thank you for your ask :) In the meantime, enjoy this image of a very happy Fenê.

[the-one-where-casey-watches-tv]

Jury Duty episode 1.03 "Foreperson"

This is the funniest thing I’ve seen on tv in a really long time. I’m so happy for Ronald- literally no one else in the world has had this experience and he was such a champ. I was pulled in by the premise- a guy reports for jury duty and essentially walks into The Truman Show. Ronald Gladden was appointed to a jury that was sequestered for 17 days, without access to his phone, and without knowing that the case is fabricated and everyone he interacts with the entire time is an actor. It actually sounds crazy to describe, and I initially started it with morbid curiosity because I didn’t see how this could possibly be an okay thing to do to someone.

But Jury Duty is somehow an incredibly wholesome, heartwarming, and hysterical piece of work. I can’t get over how much they lucked out with Ronald- he was so genuine and present and really did his best with all these bizarre situations. Just down for anything. This could definitely have gone another way with a different type of person, but the acting feat involved with the rest of the cast staying in character for days on end is also almost shocking.

Ronald’s laid back and willing attitude put my concerns for his wellbeing to bed pretty much immediately, but this episode is where I got fully invested. Ronald had just been appointed foreperson of the jury, which seems to just mean that he has to handle it when everyone else does weird stuff during the case.

To start with, Todd is wearing his chants (chair pants) to court today. No description can do them justice, you gotta see them, but they’re basically crutches with kneepads on top that attach around his waist so he can lean back into them and sit. He’s really proud of his invention, but he makes a scene everywhere they go because “the only part that is slightly inconvenient about these is interacting with other chairs while you’re wearing them”. When attempting to walk through the metal detector at the courthouse, the security guard just says “no”, and Todd then spends several minutes removing them inside the courtroom at the judge’s request. This all sounds too silly to believe, but I think David Brown’s performance is so realistic. And what would it take for you to start wondering if everyone and everything around you is fake?

Susan Berger, Ronald Gladden, Mekki Leeper, Ross Kimball, and Edy Modica in Jury Duty. Image courtesy of IMDb.

Todd is embarrassed after having to take off his chants in front of everybody, which makes Ronald feel bad- and admit that he may have given Todd the inspiration for chants when he showed him A Bug’s Life over the weekend. He thought that Todd might appreciate the nice tale “about the bug who’s making these inventions. He’s trying to introduce technology into their lives. That’s exactly what Todd is trying to do. You know, that’s what he’s passionate about. And I think it’s really cool. So I showed him that movie to kind of let him know that, you know, those people tend to be misunderstood in society, just like it’s portrayed in the movie. You know, he’s kind of an outcast. And all he’s trying to do is just help in his own way.”

This is both the funniest and sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s such a funny, silly thing that it’s amazing it wasn’t scripted. Ronald just decided to show this guy A Bug’s Life over the weekend. And David Brown hung out with him and watched it, in character.

Barbara, meanwhile, can’t stay awake during the depositions. Ronald taps her several times to wake her up, but the judge finally adjourns for a coffee break, telling Ronald to keep his jury in line. He understandingly pleads with Barbara to stay awake, and she reassures him that she just ate a cookie that has “sativa and Dexedrine in it”. Ronald was asked to keep her awake, not monitor her drug use, so he just laughs and says “as long as you don’t fall asleep”.

Barbara doesn’t fall asleep. Suddenly, she is very invested in the case, gasping and reacting to every twist in the testimony. Afterwards, Ronald gushes about how proud he is of her, innocently saying she must have taken a new interest in the case.

This stand-up behavior from Ronald continues throughout the case, even as the situations get weirder and weirder. The concept of Jury Duty seems like it’s opening new doors in comedy, but I can’t imagine this ever being replicated. It was a really involved, risky experiment that managed to turn out perfectly. Please watch it and tell me your favorite part.

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

WTNV quick rundown - 80 - A New Sheriff In Town

I fought the law and the law won. I ignored the law and the law won. I abided by the law and the law won. Welcome to Night Vale.

NV's old sheriff, whose name they never knew and who was incredibly secretive, is being replaced by a new sheriff who has a 'more public persona'.

The new sheriff's name is Sam and uses exclusively they/them pronouns. They share (through dance) a hatred of Dana's decision to give financial support to Desert Bluffs instead of funding the budget increases that the Sheriff's Secret Police have been demanding. They refuse to comment on what happened to the old sheriff, instead simply painting a canvas entirely blue.

They admit that they can't do anything about money already spent, but plan to made Desert Bluffs citizens know they are unwanted by forcing them to wear bright hats with LEDs on them saying 'UNWANTED'. Although 'a journalist' tries to point out that this would be an added expense, others stop them talking to try and stay on Sam's good side.

All citizens of Desert Bluffs are recognisable anyway due to having a lot of blood on their shirts.

At the same press conference, several 'strangers' (see previous episode) appear. They encircle and slowly encroach upon the room full of people, until everyone is rescued by the Erikas (including Intern Kareem, whom Cecil praises for his reporting).

Weather: "She Knows" by John Fullbright

Cecil is feeling sympathetic this holiday season, so takes some cookies to the agent assigned to watch him, doxxing her and causing her to lose her job in the process.

Since they still can't find any more five-headed dragons for Hirams trial, judge Siobhan Azdak is working with programmer Melony Pennington and Megan Wallaby (acknowledged to be 11, despite being born 3 years ago) to create a jury of AI dragons.

Cecil runs into Intern Maureen who is with a boy that Cecil finds familiar but gives him bad vibes. Maureen wants a letter acknowledging that she completed her internship, which Cecil refuses to do because she spent most of it flickering in and out of existence. She also states that she's not into boys and that Cecil shouldn't assume two people are dating just because they're hanging out.

When he runs into Maureen, he is lip syncing and doing his own choreography to the Hamilton soundtrack.

Stay tuned next for the real life actualization of that dream you had last Tuesday. You’ll make a cute couple, so congratulations. And as always, good night, Night Vale. Good Night.

Proverb: There are hot singles in your area. And they all died exactly 20 years ago on a night just like tonight.

[thalwhore]

It's always kinda funny to me when people say 'oh you don't always have to be mean to romance Astarion!' And like yeah, that's true but only if he's not in your party, or if you ungroup and send him farrrrrr away.

You can still gain approval by being chaotic yes, but you can loose what you gained just as quickly.

Tell Lae'zel to use some manners? He likes that! Tell Zevlor that you'll talk to the druids for him because yanno, they're willing to cast out an entire group of refugees fleeing from a literal war? Back to square one with him.

Tell Ethel about the tadpoles? He loves that, who's gonna trust the cooky old lady? But stand in front of the Tiefling trying to kill Sazza? Booooo, how dare you stop someone from being judge, jury and executioner. Also I used to be a magistrate, don't mind that darling.

You CAN romance Astarion as a wholly good character, but by God is it hard. Like you have to actively only bring him around when you're doing things that gain approval. He likes it when you see Kagha nearly kill a child and say 'yea I just wanted to see what would happen lol.' Romancing him as a good guy is like pulling teeth compared to romancing him as a bad guy.

[skwonkk]

“Tell Me About The Things You Like”

Ace: petty revenge, nature, training, helping people, fishing

Ai: sports, yakiniku, bargains, puns, pickles

Alex: plants, science, coffee, reading, bugs

Alicia: snowboarding, cookies, mischief

Amber: animals, meat, helping people, beauty

Amethyst: cookies, trying new things

Amy: poetry, learning, England, fashion

Angela: potatoes, flowers, food

Ann: baking, sweets, cryptids

Anna: chocolate, tea, snacks, games, ice cream sundaes, singing, staying inside

Baby: singing, cloud-gazing, cleaning

Berry: dancing, acting cute, writing in diary, mochi, blueberries, making sweets, mixing music

Bjorn: sandwiches, the wilderness, teamwork, roses

Blossom: flowers, sunshine, chess

Bobo: sweet bread, lullabies, dresses, Italian food

Casey: cooking, swordfighting, sports, horses

Chisato: singing, peaches, dancing

Cici: spiders, writing reviews, versatility

Claire: bullying, doodling, singing

Cleo: grapes, sandcastles, being spoiled, shiny things

Clover: lolita fashion, music, boys, attention

Cosmo: space, fashion, long division, drawing

Daphne: roses, baking, sad music, tennis balls, jewellery

Dia: making dresses, Michigan, war movies

Diana: birds, comedy, cleaning, Shakespeare, sports, relaxing

Dolce: sunglasses, surfing, dogs, medicine

Dresden: being fancy, gothic clothes, smoothies

Ed: science, billiards, horror, memes, gravy, nature

Emma: bread crust, pizza, trucks

Erika: music, fashion, watching the parallel world

Eugene: money, playing guitar, writing poems

Eve: eggs, Christmas songs, writing

Fern: poetry, magic, surfing, mysteries

Flora: cleaning, sleeping, fortune telling, princesses

George: pranks, internet, vanilla ice cream, the occult

Gigi: daisy chains, silk, fashion

Guy: mother, salmon, fashion, sneakers

Hibiki: tea, knitting, space, revolution

Honey: fashion, videography, texting, rice

Humphrey: playing banjo, rapping, corn, computers, sleeping

Jack: arson, carrots, pumpkins, pretty boys, telling stories, nature

Jade: cats, horror movies, makeup, romance, sushi, gardening

Jennifer: singing, travel, tea with honey

Jewel: fashion design, food, singing

June: sunny days, love, parties

Juri: bowling, acting, ballet, basketball, fencing, video games

Kanata: dancing, sleeping, fish

Karen: love, nail art, grape juice, aromatherapy

Karma: vlogging, harassing people, spamming

Kayla: art, BTS, beer, cooking

Keke: flowers, idols, staying busy

Kitty: cat treats, napping, scaring people, causing problems on purpose

Laura: singing, manipulating people, composing music, working, sour kelp

Leona: singing, strawberry parfait, gold

Lily: literature, ketchup, privacy, scheming, slugs, porcelain dolls, birds of prey

Love: tennis, sunflowers, dancing, window shopping

Lucy: vampires, getting inspired, fashion

Luna: animals, sleeping, singing, encyclopedias, dreams, filming, divination, juice

Maria: sachertorte, cute things, ice cream

Mary: the dog, cheese, gourmet food, postcards

Miki: friends, accessories, playing piano, nail art, stickers

Mimi: mini donuts, knitting, research, eel, chocolate

Mirai: cake, popcorn, deliberately bad drawings, hair clips

Mona: scaring people, lilac nectar, astrology, ice cream, lounge music

Nanami: fashion, fishing, getting attention

Nancy: sugar, Christmas, birthdays

Nigel: spaceships, cricket, hurting people, video games

Nita: name-calling, art, crackers

Noah: rock music, napping, magic, surprises

Norbert: eels, skiing, cookies

Opal: gothic style, emo bands, arcades, picking on people

Patricia: cooking, hiking, anime, laughter, boots

Paul: reading, smoking, DJ equipment

Penny: dancing, metal detectors, drawing, writing

Pepper: comedy, meat, music, the sofa

Poppy: chicken wings, mixing music, hairstyling

Raven: playing guitar, feeling threatened, meditating

Reina: singing, women, controlling people, playing pranks

Rina: rock music, technology, motorcycles

Roger: violence, classic rock, travelling

Rose: slander, cooking, collecting jewellery, travelling the world

Roxy: being clean, shopping, animals, weddings, muscle training

Ruby: bullying, buying beads, pudding, fashion design, romance movies, antiques, sweet potatoes, decorating shoes

Sage: plants, drawing, cats

Scarlet: pom poms, playing drums, forest picnics, mysteries, hugs, playing violin

Shion: smoking, idioms, chocolate cake

Shirley: art, strawberry chocolate, teaching, having fun

Sky: bread, sushi, logistics, baking, heroes

Sophie: jellyfish, lizards, ice cream

Stella: chips, parkour, hairstyling

Storm: playing guitar, cross-stitching

Sunny: animation, big breakfasts, ceramics

Talia: music, trying new things, cooking

Tessa: cooking, jokes, pranks, supernovas

Timmy: having freedom, computers, records, fishing

Tom: croissants, photography, training, ramen

Vinnie: dancing, hair spray, wrestling, pirates

Violet: pastries, vlogging, cheating

Wakaba: feeling special, watermelon, animals

Wanda: clouds, nagging people, taking breaks

Yuki: cooking, napping, origami, milk, gardening

Zoe: singing, dolls, fashion

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Here's the thing. It depends on the person. There's a difference between harmless belief or openness to the paranormal VS people who try to replace medication with crystals.

I am a very... 'Likes ration and uses the scientific method' kind of person, but ALSO things keep happening to me that are absolutely paranormal seeming in nature, are 100% uncanny and unexplained by our current understanding of things. So I'm on the vibe of "magic is just science we haven't figured out yet"...

Because ultimately the scientific method of understanding and exploring the world, to me, is an important baseline to correct for bias and mental traps of various kinds.

And I really don't like how "down with the paranormal" type sentiments very quickly and readily cross the line into "personal beliefs that aren't ORGANIZED religion are inherently toxic and cooky and make someone a bad and irrational person."

It's been quite proven that humans benefit from spirituality and expecting everyone to join an organized religion to be allowed to have that in their lives is a) unrealistic, and b) I think actually toxic.

If you can accept at all that someone who is open to the ideas in organized religion can also be rational and a good person, you should then also be accepting that personal practice or small or non western religions and traditions have the same validity and the same lack of inherent wrongness.

The bottom line is it is very hard to prove that things don't ever happen or don't exist. And no matter how educated "rational" and "scientifically minded" you are, if you say -keep having dreams that predict the future or deliver knowledge to you that you could not even have unconsciously been able to know- ... It can get outright illogical to keep denying the possibility of forces that operate beyond our current scientifically backed understanding of the world.

And bias is a bitch. Even talking about the paranormal or spells or astrology etc, even if you are using it as thought experiments or meditations or other very proven things that are known to be helpful to people... Can get you labelled "one of those", one of THOSE toxic and irrational people who want to replace my grandmother's cancer treatment with a crystal... And I think that's just become a horribly toxic bias and social environment.

There is a difference between my manager being abusive towards me at work because she "doesn't like Scorpios" VS someone doing a spell to help focus themselves or because it reduces their anxiety... or seemed to work the last 20 times they tried it and can't hurt the situation, when they have no other means of progress left to them.

Anyone can be abusive with any belief system and I think we could stand to unpack how we treat personal practice and niche beliefs of various kinds as less inherently valid and more inherently evil than organized religion.

And there is danger in turning to the paranormal as the first explanation because "haunting" for example are MOST OFTEN gas leaks or electrical issues that can kill you if left unaddressed... So like, it's a safety thing to rule out all other possibilities and make sure you are also psychologically safe first. That doesn't necessarily mean ghosts aren't real. I don't think anyone can prove they don't exist because that isn't how the scientific method works.

Especially because sometimes wild shit just does happen to you, maybe even regularly, and maybe it reaches a point where outright denying it's even happening is the more irrational option.

Do I look down on the people who believe in the paranormal? Depends on the person and how they use it or how it affects them.

Do I believe in the paranormal? Define paranormal. Define belief. Jury's out. I keep having dreams that predict the future.

Anon is autistic and has a special interest in the paranormal, and believes in a lot of paranormal things (ghosts and aliens, possibly ESPs, neutral on sea monsters and cryptids).

Whenever they research it, they come across people who don't believe in the paranormal– which is fine, but people seem to frequently say "ghosts aren't real" or extreme things like "if you think your house is haunted you need to see a psychiatrist," and it really gets anon down when they see those attitudes. They want to know if they've just been in bad internet circles or if most people are actually like that.

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[era-story-writer]

ERA - CH.1 PT.8 - 5:00pm Thoughts And The Voice Near The Train

Amani only wanted to run. He's always been running so why stop now. Too bad it never gets him anywhere except lost in the middle of a train station. It started getting dark but he didn’t care.

He didn’t care that his brothers always left him last.

He didn’t care that his father was never home.

He didn’t care that Gavin held him close and comforted even stood up for him like a father was supposed to.

He didn’t care that his father got mad.

On the other hand he was scared.

Scared that his father yelled the way he did.

Scared of what he did to Gavin.

Scared of what his father might do to him.

Amani knew that his father would hurt him like that right?

Styx

Well maybe not his father. His brothers were a different story. Styx was a different story. Styx would lock him in a dark bathroom while Damion watched and Asher kicked and screamed for him to leave him alone. His father would warn them to stop but never anything else. Warn. Why didn’t he warn Gavin? Why did he get so brutal with him? Was he always like this? No he couldn’t be. His father would make jokes and laugh with him sometimes. When was the last “Sometimes”? Too many questions and no answers.

Like always.

Amani was getting sick of “always.” So he got to the middle part of the train and layed in his seat waiting for the next day to arrive. That was the plan until a voice behind him spoke.

"Aren't you far from home?"

Amani looked behind his seat but saw no one.

"You're looking at all the wrong places."

Amani knew the man was smiling. His voice sounded playful but sinister. Like he was caught stealing cookies out of a cookie jar.

"So how did you do it? I'm quite curious since even the jury can't do what you just did."

"Jury?"

"So you can speak and here I thought you were deaf."

“Am not deaf! Just a bit lost is all.”

“Why are you lost? Hm? Did something happen back at home?”

Almost in a quiet whisper was heard "I got scared."

“Now why would you be scared in your own home?

Amani was surprised that the man could hear him at all; it's not like the man was next to him. Then a terrifying thought hit him with full force. A human wouldn’t be able to hear him. A human wouldn't but a familiar on the other hand.

The thing chuckled "I can see the look on your face child."

Amani took a lighter he had stolen from Asher and lit it quickly. There are supposed to be no familiars inside the dome! Leave now!"

The man laughed a cruel laugh "You see child that's where you're wrong. You're the one that's outside the dome."

"That's. . . not possible!”

“You see, that's what I thought. Yet you ran right through the dome. So I'll ask again how did you get out?"

Amani didn't want to talk anymore. Something was talking to him and he didn't want to continue. What's worse is that he couldn't see anything.

"You know I've never played with a human before. I know! Let's play hide and seek! You hide and I'll seek.”

"Wait!" Amani needed to buy time. "It doesn't seem fair that you can see, but I can't."

There was silence and for a moment Amani thought he had won.

"You're right. So how about I give you a head start. I'll give you ten seconds to run.”

Amani was about to protest until something caught his attention. Outside of the train Amani could see a pair of two glowing yellow eyes with light blue pupils. It was difficult to see but Amani could feel the man staring back. Then the glowing eyes disappeared. For a moment Amani thought he was imagining everything but the thought was dismissed when he heard his voice.

“One”.

"You're not real!"

“Two”.

“You're not here!” Amani covered his ears but could still hear the muffled countdown.

“Three.”

“Why are you here!” Amani started to curl up in a ball.

“Four.”

“Please stop!” Amani started to cry but realized that the counting stopped and looked down the row of seats. With fresh tears stained on his face Amani checked the back of the train to make sure the creature was gone. There was no one there. “I should go home at least I'll be safe there.” Amani thought to himself. As he started to walk back to the middle train, quick steps were heard near the train. Amani darted his head around to find out where the steps were coming from. A blast of glass was made in front of Amani and there with a bleeding forehead was a tall man with a crazed smile.

"Found you."

[falling-in-reverse-thewolfverse]

Reverse Batbrothers as things my family has said

Steph:"I'm dieting so don't talk to me for the next six months"

-

Jason:"How does everyone want their stakes?"

Dick: "can you just boil mine?"

Jason:"And you have just lost your stake privileges"

-

Bruce:"and this is my oldest Damian he's..."

Damian:"..."

Bruce:"..."

Damian:"..."

Bruce:"How old are you?"

-

Tim:"There's nothing like the smell of bacon"

Rose:"No one cooked bacon"

Tim:"Then why do I smell it?"

Rose:"That's the sleep deprivation"

Tim:"oh...can you cook me some bacon then?"

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Wally:"you need to stop and smell the roses"

Bart:"I hate the smell of roses"

Wally:"then what do you like the smell of"

Bart:"Spray paint"

Wally:"That explains so much"

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Steph:"Jason ate too much fudge last night and spent most of the night throwing up, I woke up this morning to find him eatting fudge again"

Jason:"It Christmas time I'm going to eat as much as humanly possibly!"

Steph:"you passed humanly possible two bags ago"

-

Tim: texting in family group chat-I like the dark berry dr.pepper

Later that day

Tim:walks in to kitchens to find twenty cases of dark berry dr.pepper stacked next to the fridge "What the?!"

-

Jason:"I made you a cookie" hands him cookie with soap in it

Damian: "thanks?" takes cookie and bites into it imminently spits it out "Yuck!"

Jason:"That's what you get for spoiling my book!!!"

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Jason:looking through Tim's movie collection"Do you own every bad movie on earth"

Tim:"What are you talking about?"

Jason:"Willow, Jury duty, Green lantern, Dudley Do-Right, every Adams Sandler movie ever made"

Tim:"How can you not like Dudley Do-Right?"

Jason:"You have a freaking hallmark section!"

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Rose:"What happen to Roy?"

Tim:"I decked him"

Rose:"I thought he was your best freinds?"

Tim:"He is but he made a short joke so I had to"

Rose:"You had to?"

Tim:"yes or I would hold it in for years slowly becoming more and more resentful until I finally snapped taking everyone down with me"

Rose:"...I worry about you sometimes"

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Tim:"Glitter should be outlawed!" Trying to clean off the glitter on his shirt

Steph:"Just because you live a joyless life doesn't mean the rest of us have to"

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Jason:"Why are we watching Are you smarter then a fifth grader?"

Tim:"because knowledge is power"

Damian: rolls eyes "He likes the corny jokes at the end

Tim:"Come on Jeffy Foxworthy is a comedy genius"

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Wally:"aww you must be Damian's new brother I'm his best freind"

Dick:"Oh so you're Kaldur"

Wally:"..." crying on the inside

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Tim: walking around with a baby opossum on his shoulder

Bruce:"where did that come from?"

Tim:"I saved him from the dog"

Bruce:"And you decided to bring him in the house?"

Tim:"His name is Whiskey"

Bruce:"..."

Tim:"I'm part Red neck what did you expect"

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Jason:"Who wants to play mercy?"

Cass: raising hand

Damian:"No, Cass is not allowed to play mercy anymore"

Cass: pouts crossing her arms

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Tim:"Keep it up and I'm going to knock you out"

Jason:"that's not very Hallmark of you"