#but the boys and the girls are NOT siblings

[homunculus-argument]

Story idea:

Two schoolkids who are best friends get annoyed about everyone assuming that they're dating just because one of them is a boy and the other one is a girl. Then it occurs to them that both of them are being raised by a single parent, so if they managed to introduce their parents to each other and they get together, that would make them step-siblings, so every time someone asked if they're together together, they could just go "eww wtf that's my brother/sister."

So they start making elaborate plans on how to get their parents to date each other. At no point does it cross either of their minds that they could have just lied about being cousins or something.

[charliepiperw]

I wanna do it too 01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yeah kind of 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? Idk can’t remember, probably my sister

03: Do you regret anything?

everything.

04: Are you insecure? Who isn’t

05: What is your relationship status?

sibling? Idk to who?

06: How do you want to die? Idk but I wanna at least have some control over it

07: What did you last eat? icy pole

08: Played any sports?

roller skating (that’s not a sport alone but whatever)

09: Do you bite your nails? chronically

10: When was your last physical fight?

idk 2 years ago

11: Do you like someone?

no

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? no

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? always

14: Do you miss someone?

always

15: Have any pets?

3 cats

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

idk the same as forever 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? no

18: Are you scared of spiders?

depends

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? yes

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

I haven’t

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Get ready for my birthday

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I don’t know but if yes like 1 or 2 idk or care

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

one on either ear on my ear lobe

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

art and French (je suis fantastique)

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

yes

26: What are you craving right now?

death. Idk, sleep?

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I’d hope not

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

no

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

maybe? I can’t tell

30: What’s irritating you right now?

my backs itchy

31: Does somebody love you?

maybe

32: What is your favourite color?

grey blue (like #92a1aa)

33: Do you have trust issues?

yes

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

my friends, myself.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

…I don’t know.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

3 strikes and you’re out.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

both are easy. 38: Is this year the best year of your life?

no, and it won’t be

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

11 (I still don’t know if I count it though)

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? no

51: Favourite food?

pizza

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

sure I guess?

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

watch arcane with my friend @ljmalone

54: Is cheating ever okay?

On a partner? No. On a test? If it’s not important.

55: Are you mean?

yes.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

0, unless it’s play fighting, then like 5+

57: Do you believe in true love? Yes/no

58: Favourite weather?

rain

59: Do you like the snow?

haven’t been in it, but yeah.

60: Do you wanna get married?

not really, that might change.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

I hate pet names with a passion. 62: What makes you happy?

blogging/sleeping/drinking anything

63: Would you change your name? Yeah

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

probably

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

happened before, just ignored it.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

no.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

my friend and also my dad.

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

no idea.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

No

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

myself, my friends (some of them, otherwise, no)

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[clockwayswrites]

I made myself sad with the last part of ‘City Pigeons Bleed Green’ and the whole Annalise thing (and then shared it to make all of you sad too). It wound back to me saying in a server, mostly joking, that now I need to make an AU of my AU where Annalise lives. And as @any-mouse pointed out here by themselves: this crossover is full of realms. And then I showered and had too many thoughts. So have some of them here!

Bruce and Annalise met at boarding school. Not the same boarding school, obviously, how crass. They went to an all boys and all girls school respectively, but they were ‘sibling’ schools and so would hold certain events together. Annalise was an awkward girl, all limbs. She was too tall, too smart, too in the clouds. She was weird. But so was Bruce. He decided they could be the weird kids together.

They became something of confidants for each other—for all the secret things inside themselves no one else would understand, not really.

They didn’t run in exactly the same circles, the Wayne line was far more grand than the Linwood line, but Bruce did his best to stay in touch even as they grew up. That fell apart some when training and Batman consumed his life. That’s when Annalise, in an effort to be normal ended up making some poor decisions and listening to the wrong people.

In the AU of the AU, Bruce asks her to visit before the baby is born. As recklessly caring as he can be, he offered to say he was the child’s father. He would either set Annalise and the baby up to be comfortable, or they could get married. Divorce was always an option later, should either of them find real love. Of course Bruce insists on the best doctors and they find what was missed: a risk to the lives of both Annalise and the baby.

Bruce and Annalise basically end up in a queer platonic relationship together, raising ‘their’ child.

Instead of playboy Brucie, Bruce’s cover becomes that of the slightly hapless but very loving dad. Why on earth is he so fit then? Well, he spends so much time chasing after children! After all they adopted that circus boy, how patient with Bruce Annalise is. Not to mention the other several—wait, when did they get so many?

Well, see, they took in a child from the streets, yes, Park Row, awful place—though better now with the Martha Wayne Foundation’s efforts. And then there was that whole thing when Annalise found out that Tim Drake was being horrible neglected. Such big hears that family.

And when Dick is feeling stifled, he has a little sibling to focus on. To be useful to. (And Annalise has long talks with Bruce.)

And when Jason finds out about Catherine, Annalise is there—a mother to talk to. (And Annalise has long talks with Bruce.)

(And Annalise has long talks with Bruce.)

And one little hilarious scene in my head:

Jim stared up the steps of Wayne manner. Officer Montoya stared back. She was clearly off the clock. Her hair down and dressed more casually than Jim had ever seen. He didn’t know Montoya could do casual. He supposed casual made sense though, considering the hickies on her neck. Jim pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me you’re not sleeping with Bruce Wayne.” “What?! Ew, no. Not ew as in—I’m sure he’s very attractive to people into that but no. No, I am definitely not sleeping with Bruce Wayne.” "Well, that's a relief—" “I am, however, sleeping with his wife.”

[aaazade]

HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM ── EPISODE ONE 𖤐

⤷ 𝄞⨾ 𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒

AUTHOR'S NOTE : i do not own any of these characters except my own. minors, please do not interact as this is mature content with dark and sexual themes. all of my characters are black women so please respect that as you read! all lowercase is intended in this writing. PAIRING: rockstar!sukuna x tourmanager!blackreader RATING: 18+, again mdni WARNINGS: yandere-ish moments, rock band, reader is black, usage of being held hostage, dírty talk, vampire!sukuna, dubcon, biting, drinking blood, slowburn, eventual smut, sort of angsty, stalker!sukuna, set in mostly southern cities, attempted mind control, secret society, royalty, masked men, usage of foul language, assault and battery (not on reader)

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: when tour manager!reader gets sucked into the rock world after big time group ‘dark curse’ seeks her out to plan and arrange their tour in the us. heinous secrets unfold about the group as she gets closer to the pink haired lead singer in the ‘bone demon’ mask. does she run for the hills or does she play cat and mouse? find out in "houston, we have a problem!"

deep wine velvety curtains creaked under your grip, anxious irises brimming over the surface of the masses roaring below the stage. backstage, the thrum of the bass vibrated the walls with a resonance that pounded through the protective ear buds you and the crew wore. the wind lapped through the humid open arena, like lashes from the deep currents of waves rushing against jagged edges of rocky cliffs.

dark curses, the japanese band you and your sister were hired to be tour managers for, succeeded in finishing their first tour stop in houston, texas. 

“sis? everything’s alright? we got to make sure the boys end up at the hotel.”

your head swiveled to meet the sweet gaze of your older sister, hayden, who’s deep red manicure stroked your shoulder in typical, concerned sibling fashion. 

“i’m fine, just making sure that everything is wrapping up soundly out there. i’ll call the hotel and you’ll have the tour bus come to the back right? like usual?” you maintained with a graceful simper, something in between grateful and awkward. 

“you know it, girl! call me when you’re done so we can walk to our car together!” and with a dapple of a kiss to your cheek, hayden was off, heels clicking into the distance. 

set to do your own job in hopes that the night will be over sooner than later, your feet pick up the pace, only settling down once you reach the dressing room area. no chances of a bad call when the service is best where the band resides before and after their concert. booking the best of the best is mandatory in this career field, nobody likes a cheap tour manager. so, you diligently do your job acknowledging the price and qualities is up to standards of the band’s liking. 

but… when chills travel down your spine like electricity cracked down with the following boom, you immediately stop in your tracks. it almost feels.. predatory. like the gaze of an animal hiding in verdant bushes in the stocky forest waiting. watching. hoping that something sweet and delightful prances by to slaughter. 

whipping around ready to high-tail it, you surveyed your surroundings, close to a gazelle when a mountain lion roar is heard nearby. a curious scarlet gaze examined the soft dips and curves you presented from the silhouette of your metallic jumpsuit. sharp, angular features, a full set of bitten, red lips that looked as if he had just previously enriched in a pomegranate, and thick strands of sakura-colored hair pulled into a low braid cascading down past his ribs. dark ink trailed from the highs of his cheekbones past under the collar of his onyx leather jacket. he was undeniably ethereal, like those old stories mama used to tell about fallen angels. how they were once mystic angels, but had been casted down onto earth to walk with the rest of the sinners.

ryomen sukuna. lead singer of ‘dark curses’.  you weren’t quite familiar with the group out of their professional pretense, however, something swirled in the pit of your stomach at the lilt in his husky somber. 

“somebody’s all jumpy.. i like that. much more alert than our last manager.” maybe there was a teasing tone in his voice. maybe the way his fangs that gleamed in the dark trenches of the backstage were all just a prop. maybe something isn’t rig-.

“what happened.. to your last manager?” you didn’t mean to vomit those words out, your anxiety clutching the beating tremors of your heart and shocking your nerves. but, your natural instinct to fight or flight was starting to zero in. eyebrows furrowing as your feet began to back up to create more distance. 

and to that.. he snickered in delight, heavy laced boots stalking close just enough to be arms distance away from you. your eyes held a hardened resolve but your body shuttered, reacting involuntarily to his scent of deep umber and smoke. 

“so what? are you perchance riding in the bus with us? there’s more than enough-”

“no, we have a chauffeur to make sure you guys have as much comfortability as possible. i… appreciate the offer though.” a small, forced grimace tilted the corners of your mouth along with the narrowing of your eyes before moving to step side him. the melodic chime of your sister calling out to you rung much louder as your heels click farther and farther away from him. 

but under his breath, you swore you heard a faint mumble that strung your shoulders tighter. 

“you won’t always be able to avoid me, [...].”

“are you sure it’s him, hayden? there’s no fucking way it can be, right?”

you and your sister sprawled out of the expensive cotton sheets of the hotel’s king sized bed. orange hues from old tiffany lamps ablaze the white plaster walls, creating a soft glow away from the moonlit path shining from the balcony window. It had been three days since the last time you both had seen the group, recuperating to be ready to venture out on the road to the next city, atlanta.

but, tragedy had struck in the deep city of houston. hayden broke through the door late in the chilled evening to announce the news. your driver, an older man named clark, was brutally assaulted in what seemed to be a mob attack that led him to be unconscious in a hospital bed. this wasn't like clark to get in situations that would incur violence in the first place.  something’s in the water.. and you had a feeling that it’s closer than you think. 

“it’s him, [..]. i’m for certain that it’s him, i already paid his hospital bills and sent our condolences. i mean-.. he has a family. grandchildren. i can’t imagine how they feel right now.” 

your older sisters’s breath trembled, eyes perspirating with wet unshed tears as she stumbled over her words. your reflection matched hers, an unmistakable sorrow simmering between the both of you. 

 “I’m thankful for ryomen offering us to ride in their tour bus. that was kind of him. ” she softly wept, dapping her salty tears with the silk sleeve of her pajamas, a brand that you were sure she had no idea the name of. 

wait.. what? 

your gaze whipped towards hers, questions spiraling in your mind as if someone blew a house of cards down. how did he know? was he told by hayden? why would he go out of his way to offer up the tour bus that was presented to them? so many question, yet an extreme lack of answers. 

swirling like lightening through the depths of a tornado was the tone of his voice that day when you left his side. those words.. the words she was so sure she had mistakenly heard.

 ‘tomorrow,’ you settled in your mind with a harden resolve. tommorow, you would observe and keep your distance. 

the sky painted plum and raspberry delight in brush-like strokes in the eerily early morning in houston, texas. morning dew dipped in the sage beauty of the long stems of grass as they ventured past the parking lot in the journey towards the tour bus. the city was quiet, like it was holding its breath. waiting for something to arise. 

outside , near the broad doors of the bus, a man with smoky brown hair wrapped into two loose ponytails on the top of his head tipped them an angled smile. not forced, but not genuine either. his chestnut eyes sunk in with purple hues decorating the bags under his fair  skin as if it has been decades since he last felt a soft pillow support his head. 

in his broad hands, sparked what looked like an old rusted lighter burning the orange end of his cigarette to life. as you two soared past him, offering small hellos, he stood in silence only blowing out puffs of smoke from his lungs. 

choso, you recalled his name from the research that you and you sister conducted on the group. he was the drummer, preferring not to speak unless spoken to. an odd one, you heard rumors he prefers to write their pieces in the cemetery with the two guitarist. 

“okay then..” you muttered, already feeling a bit weary of your surroundings. 

stepping up into the tour bus, the air thickened with invisible smog, constructing around your throat and squeezing like a vice. again, the damn feeling of being watched surfaced, but this time you neglected the carnivorous examination.

instead, your eyes scampered over towards the interaction between your sister and the two guitarists, satoru gojo and suguru geto. they both stood at staggering heights, so far up that both of them had to sulk under the overheads of storage trunks right above their seats. 

it almost felt intentional to you. the starking extreme differences.

platinum white strands against long obsidian locks. icy blue like an alaskan spring against a deep hazy violet, a winter’s bloom. boyish charm versus a sly fox’s seduction. so similar, yet the distinctive differences flow with each of their complexities. 

oh, one more thing. 

both of their gazes turned a little darker at the sight of your sister. while satoru grinned and hopped up from his seat to usher hayden between the two, suguru placed his arm around her waist and tugged her closer. between the three of them, no space was required. they breathed in each other’s air. lost in the world of three.

clearly, this has been ongoing, and once your sister peeked over her massive playthings to lock eyes with you, it confirmed all you needed to know. 

“later..” you mouthed, narrowing your gaze at her. she is grown indeed… and older, but you were sisters. And she damn sure would have been riding your ass if you kept any parts of your love life from her. 

not that you had any-

“ooh, i was wondering where your claws went, tiger.” damn him and his chilling baritone voice. you didn’t have to turn in his direction to pick guesses on who had a thing for frightening you. his slender fingers gestured to the spot next to him.

“ryomen.” you huffed, eyes simmering with defiance. you plopped arrogantly across from him, which only made the amusement dancing in his scarlet orbs all much more fiery. 

he played with the darker ends of his pale pink hair, down and in pristine condition. He wore black on black, opting for something comfortable on the drive then the leather ensemble you saw him in the days before. 

“i see you ended up here, just like i knew you would.”

silence simmered in the air, your brows furrowing with time as his words sunk into your chest, falling deeper into the rhythmic beats. how? how did he fucking know? the more and more you questioned his behavior, the more it starts to sound like a sick horror movie. 

he leans closer, hand closing in on the soft curve of your jawline. his calloused hand tilted your face just a bit closer.. noses nearly touching in earnest. You sucked in a breath, heat flickering in the depths of your stomach as your brain tries it hardest to catch up with the change. 

attempts were fruitful, that blazing expression of his mirroring the crackling allure to yours. 

You hadn’t noticed that your sister watched, that choso climbed back on the bus, or that wheels began to roll. no. it was almost like he had you hypnotize with that flicker of a scarlet glow in his irises-

“mmm, go to sleep, tiger. the road ahead will be long.”

there was no room to question him and his strange behavior. your eyelids fluttered with strange obedience, darkness creeping in from the corner of your vision. haziness wooed you into a pair of strong, cold arms before you dipped into an abyss of sleep. 

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[allfortheslay25]

Some family tree stuff I did a while ago but finished today (changed Dan and Katelyn a bit tho after finding out more about their families)

Also to those ppl telling me identical twins aren’t genetic. I never said they were, andreil and Kateaaron have twins cuz twins run in the Hemmicks and Hatfords🫵

Hatford/Wesninski headcanons

Also forgot to write it but Nathan’s dads first name isn’t Natan, it’s his middle name but he discards it when he gets into mob business

HC: Mary doesn’t get along with her older brothers other than Stuart. She’s years younger than them so they forget about her often but also spoil her whenever they have to since she’s the only girl.

David is the heir to the Hatford Crime syndicate but his son dies young and he and his wife spend years grieving before trying again. They arent so lucky. The other boys are pressured to try too but Jacob is shooting blanks and Thomas isn’t keen on even acknowledging his betrothed

When Mary had Nathaniel, her older brothers shunned her for good since she named him Abram. In their eyes, that name belonged to the heir and David had to name his son Isaac instead (Isaac was about a year or two younger than Neil)

Alistair Hatford created the honor and pride of the Hatford name so David wanted to give Abram to his own son in hopes of bringing good luck to their future. To him, Mary had practically killed his son for taking the name for herself

Amrita was Alistair’s fourth wife and being that he killed his last, she made him fall so head over heels for her he’d never so much as lay a hand on her. Amrita knew saying no to a crime boss like him would be suicide so she gave in and manipulated her position to ensure her survival.

Fun fact, Neil (ignoring his fathers color palette) is Amrita’s carbon male copy👀

Each of the contacts Stuart gave them was just the wives/husband families syndicates of their brothers and aunt (Alissa is Turkish, Rochelle is from a smaller French syndicate, Carli is a niece from a Mexican cartel, Maks is Russian, Margarita is Romanian)

Thomas and Charlie are fraternal twins but Thomas and Jacob are the trouble makers of the family

Elizas children cannot inherit the Hatford responsibility because they’re heirs to the Popovs and upon marriage, served her ties to the Hatfords as per agreement

Stuart is acting as head of the family as of current since David has been a mess since Isaac’s death and the other brothers don’t care for challenging him for the position. He would’ve liked Nathaniel to take over but he wouldn’t push him into it after Mary’s death

Minyard/Hemmick/Mckenzie HC

Katelyn’s mom is someone I write differently depending on the au. She’s either divorced/separated from Bruce or she’s dead. Katelyn’s mom is polish but her father is Scottish

Maria has three older siblings and one younger. I hc that even tho she willingly went with Luther, she sort of misses her father and so named her son after him

Tilda used to be known as Tillie by her family, a nickname she loathed

When Tilda got pregnant, Luther demanded she get married or she’d have to get an abortion. However, marriage was too soon and twins were too much so Mr Minyard left

Maude and Evelyn were fraternal twins but weren’t close

Angelica is a good handful of years older than Katelyn but they’re close enough that Katelyn babysits Marcin often

Because I like hiding little tidbits for myself, the Hemmicks have a habit of having two kids max and giving them names with five letters then six. (Ex, Maude, Aaron, Tilda, Nicky are 5, Evelyn, Andrew, and Luther are 6)

Toxic use of religion and neglect pushed Tilda into the life she led but Luther wouldn’t quit on his sister

Just like the Hatfords, the Hemmicks are all short

Boyd/Wilds oc Facts and HC

David is named after Wymack

Miranda is named after Randy

Luca is named after Matt’s nanny, Lucca

Dan’s father was never in the picture before her mother died but Cathy knew what he looked and sounded like (hispanic, tall, and handsome)

Randy and Donald are both tall ppl (6’0 and 6’4) so Matt outgrew them both (6’6)

Miranda goes by Randy too but her parents call her Miranda as to not mix her up. Miranda plays exy her entire life (playing for the Trojans starting line throughout college) and going pro before making Court. She’s the first exy player on the very top to have a clean record on and off court. Miranda has two girlfriends

David aka Dave used to play exy in college but he had a passion for medicine (thanks to uncle Aaron) so he put down his racquet and became a ortho surgeon before settling as a physical therapist for exy players after the stress got to him.

Luca also played exy but dropped it before college since he was never as passionate about it. Randy got him into boxing and he went pro before an injury temporarily had him out of the ring. Dave recommended his best friend to be Luca’s physical therapist. Luca ended up marrying that man

Dan and Matt both make time for their children, whether they’re staying home with Dan or traveling with Matt around the state for his matches

[existential-crisis-of-the-mind]

Crush Culture (Tim Drake x F!Reader Pt 1 )

Prompt: Tim’s finally mustered up the courage to confess to his crush. Armed with contradictory, questionable advice from all his brothers what could possibly go wrong? (1.3k words)

Tim’s got himself a reputation for his wits. He’s known in the family for his quick thinking and uncanny ability of uncovering the optimal solution in a record amount of time. 

He isn’t some prodigal child as some like to think. No, he had to hone his talents through countless hours of analysis and research. Be it mastering the technical know how of the latest gadgets on the black market, or his laser point accuracy in predicting an enemy’s next move in a fight, there was nothing that Tim couldn’t decipher without some investigation.

Well, except perhaps the current conundrum he found himself in.

It’s been a while since Tim concluded he has a crush on you. All the signs were there, the mix of anticipation and excitement that courses through him whenever he makes plans to hang out with you. The way blood rushes to his cheeks when you compliment him on something. Then there’s the fact you’re the first person he thinks of when he’s got good news to share. And perhaps the finally nail in the coffin is how lately, he finds his mind wandering to thoughts of you, and instead of pushing them away he finds himself soaking in the warm sunshine feelings they evoke.

Coming to terms with his feelings wasn’t the hard part, it was what comes after which proved to be tricky for Tim.

Ever since he established that he likes you more than a friend, he came to the conclusion that he ought to confess his feelings. He wanted to know if you felt the same, he wanted to explore what more than friends would look like, if that were to be a possibility. 

Now this was fairly uncharted territory for Tim. His adolescent years were characterised by an emotionally constipated father, chaotic siblings and patrolling the streets of Gotham in Spandex in the twilight hours. All of this didn’t leave much room for day dreaming about crushes or exploring most of those teenage firsts with someone else.3

Tim’s usual go-to method of internet research quickly reached a dead end when the first 2 questions he searched up immediately led him to Manosphere content. He would much rather avoid the red pill blue pill route thank you.

He didn’t want to sit down and have any sort of painfully awkward ‘talk’ with his dad about any of this either. He could already picture Bruce grimacing at the mere thought of entertaining such questions. 

But perhaps none of that needs to be a roadblock. He’s lucked out with not one but two older siblings, Dick and Jason. There’s also his younger sibling, Damian, and though the boy seems to mostly be made of sarcasm and snark, he can be mature when he wants to.

Now, would Tim consider them to be fully functional, well adjusted members of society? Dick yes, the others could pass for that on good days, yes. But surely between the three of them they ought to have some good advice for a brother in a rut right?

“Girls like a guy who’s got a bit of mystery about him. Don’t reveal all your secrets, you need to keep her guessing” Jason uttered sagely. Though his wiseman schtick was being somewhat undermined what with the way he had his feet kicked up on the dinner table. His breakfast choice of pancakes with an all too generous serving of whipped cream wasn’t doing him any favours either. Not that Tim was gonna point that out.

“You need to be attentive, show that you care by being a good listener. You must know what she likes, maybe you should surprise her with her favourite flowers or her favourite drink” Dick chimed in from his seat opposite to Jason. 

“You’re still stuck in your Rom-Com Hallmark film era” Jason huffed in response, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I’d advice you not be corny, but that would be futile given that’s your perpetual state of being” Damian remarked in a neutral tone before taking a bite of his eggs. Right. Tim just gonna’s chalk that up as Damian’s attempt at being helpful.

Dick snaps his fingers, his eyes lighting up as he leans in conspiratorially “Humour! A good sense of humour always does the trick. You can put her at ease by making her laugh”

“I believe it’s a dry sense of humour that’s in today. Sarcasm, when done right can look real smooth” Jason counters, as he languidly rocks in his chair.

The conversation pauses when the boys hear footsteps. Bruce emerges from the hall, the shadow under his eyes coupled with his stubbled jaw serving as evidence of his late night patrol. “Oh you’re all down already? What have you been-“ 

“Tim has a crush but he needs advice on how to confess cause he doesn’t know how” Damian states flatly before Bruce is able to finish his question. 

Tim all but sputters at Damian, who pointedly avoids eye contact with him as he brushes off an imaginary piece of dust off his cardigan. 

Bruce freezes for a moment before slowly, almost mechanically turning to face Tim. There’s a beat of eye contact, before he gives a stiff nod at Tim’s reddening face.

“Alright… seems like your brothers have you covered. I’ll leave you to it” he remarks before turning on his heel. He seems more relieved than Tim that he’s got an excuse to sit this one out.

“Don’t forget the patrol schedule for tonight” he calls out as he walks away. Tim has a feeling that’s the reason Bruce came into the kitchen in the first place.

After a few more helpful(?) anecdotes shared by his brothers, Jason stands up to stretch, “Right, time for me to go brush up on some fighting tactics”. Damian perks up at his words, seemingly ready to follow.

As the brothers begin to vacate the kitchen, Dick offers Tim a bright smile, signalling a thumbs up as he mouths ‘You got this’.

Right. Be nice and welcoming, but also mysterious. But not standoffish. Be warm but not overly familiar either in case he comes off as corny. That’s easy. He’s totally not nervous after that. Tim rapidly taps his fingers on the table, the motion an attempt to distract himself as his mind swims through all the information he gathered to figure out an optimal solution.

His phone buzzes, pulling him out of his internal monologue. Oh look at that, it’s a call from (Name). Perfect.

Tim takes a steading breath before answering.

[roachs-pet-roach]

The Soap Fic I said I’d write but took me forever:

yo @spottlessspectre i did it @lemonwrap your poll started this

im so sorry I meant to post this like last week but i forgot i didn’t and then life kicked my ass with the flu 😔

———

The young boy happily sat in his chair, Hands folded in his lap. His legs were too short to reach the ground, so he swung them as he looked at the teacher happily.

The teacher looked at the kid, fighting a sigh

“So Johnny,” She started, rubbing the bridge of her nose “Do you know why I’m talking you?”

The little boy shook his head, legs still swinging as he looked at his teacher.

“No ma’am”

“I’m talking to you because Elizabeth told me that you were,” she sighed “eating bugs?”

The little boys face lit up, and he nodded happily. Johnny grinned

“Yeah! The worms are kinda like noodles” He declared, very proud of himself for this discovery.

The teacher rubbed her temples, looking at the excited boy

“Johnny- do you get enough to eat at home?”

The little boy cocked his head, small mohawk flopping to the side

“Yes Miss Campbell” He grinned, squirming in his seat. Little thing could never sit still for too long.

She sighed

“Alright Johnny, just don’t do it again”

The little boy nodded vigorously, grinning.

“alright you can go play outside with the others now”

The little boy practically tore out of the room. the kid was excitable on good days, he was one of the kids who truly needed the recess.

——

“Miss Campbell?” The little girl said as she looked up at her teacher. The teacher looked down at the small child

“Yes Bethany?”

“Johnny was eating bugs again!” The little girl said, clearly quite disgusted.

“…Thank you for letting me know” the twacher sighed, watching the little girl bound back to her seat.

She had just seen the MacTavishes last month when Johnny had licked a classmate, and now she was going to see them again.

———

The next day, Ms. Campbell and the MacTavishes all sat in Ms. Campbell’s room. Johnny sat in his chair, his little legs swinging as he sipped on a juice box.

“So, Mrs. MacTavish-” Ms. Campbell started, watching the woman “Your son has exhibited some… mildly concerning behaviors at recess recently”

Mrs. MacTavish frowned, eyebrows furrowing

“How so?”

“We have worries that he may not be getting enough to eat as he has been.. eating bugs”

“they’re crunchy!” The boy piped up, grinning. Mrs. MacTavish flushed, looking at her husband. The boy continued happily

“look!” He produced a beetle from his pocket before popping it in his mouth. Mrs. MacTavish averted her gaze, embarrassed

“Johnny!” Mr. MacTavish scolded. The boy grinned.

“it’s crunchy dad!” The boy grinned, legs swishing as he washed the beetle down with a sip of his juice.

“I assure we feed him enough at home-” Mrs. MacTavish said, still half-shielding her face with her hand out of sheer embarrassment.

“Kid eats more than his siblings combined” Mr. MacTavish added, looking a bit flustered at his child’s action.

Ms. Campbell nodded, watching as Johnny got up and started to wander the classroom, looking in the corners.

Presumably looking for bugs.

“I’m not doubting you, but we have to call home for things like this- you understand.” Ms. Campbell said.

“Yes, Yes of course we understand” Mr. MacTavish replied.

Mrs MacTavish ushered her son out of the room, still embarrassed.

“Johnny why are you eating bugs?” She hissed as they walked back to the car

“they go good with dirt!” The child grinned, looking up at his mother “and with the mud soup!” he added before scurrying ahead to the car.

“good lord this child is gonna give me gray hairs” Mr. MacTavish sighed.

“You’re just old” Mrs. MacTavish teased, squealing a laugh as her husband pinched her arm gently.

“MOM!!” Johnny yelled, holding up something in his little hand “I FOUND A CRICKET!”

“JOHNNY NO!” Mr. MacTavish yelled

[jaempanini]

002 Mark, where did you go?!

☆ warnings: nsfw jokes, cursing, haechan falls on the floor face-first, this chapter is partly written

☆ word count: 0.5k

You smile at your phone before quickly switching it off and pocketing it, turning around to look at Mark. Your brother sighs exasperatedly as he hauls all three of your suitcases up the stairs.

"I thought you were joking when you said you'd be bringing three suitcases... Aren't you only staying for a week?"

You shrug. "Where else am I supposed to fit my Versace shirts?"

"You are staying in an apartment with two college boys, where the hell will you be wearing Versace?"

You raise your eyebrows at him, before reaching up and flicking at his forehead. Mark flinches and stares at you, eyeing your new set of nails.

A moment passes before you roll your eyes and sigh out a short and simple: "You're such a man."

"That- that doesn't even mean anything, dude!"

"You shower once a week, I'm not taking advice from you. And you smell like a fucking pinetree"

"Bro! That's my new cologne!"

You and Mark finally make it to his floor, with you walking readily to his apartment and your brother awkwardly shuffling behind you, struggling with your baggage. You pause at one of the doors. "Your apartment is number 27, right?"

Mark looks up at you, taking some time to process your question before calling out a weak "Yeah."

You nod, but don't move to open the door.

Mark finally reaches you and lets out a huff as he sets the suitcases down, immediately shaking his hands and whining. You side-eye him. “Girl… I know that was not that fucking hard.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Mark exclaims, pouting and making big wide eyes at you. You stare back at him, before once again reaching up and flicking at his forehead, grinning in a satisfied way as you see him yelp and quickly cover the spot with his hand. Mark, in a defeated tone, tries to defend himself: “Come on… I'm older than you, technically I'm supposed to be the one making fun of you.”

You smile at him. Despite your pleasant expression, your voice is tense. “You know damn well I'd break both of your legs.”

Mark smiles back at you, nodding. Some sort of mental sibling-to-sibling connection happens, and Mark just sweetly replies, “Yeah.” (Renjun would say that "mental sibling connections" don't exist. You know he just doesn't understand your insane ability to be on one mental wavelength with Mark.)

You both break into a small fit of giggles, before Mark finally moves to open the door.

Mark, as soon as he swings the door open, he looks alarmed for a split second, and you hear a gasp, followed by the patter of feet, followed by a guy showing up in the doorway, who makes brief eye contact with you, before tripping over absolutely nothing and falling face-first onto the floor as Mark side-steps him.

You hear his body make a dull sound against the ground, after which he goes completely still. For a moment you almost become concerned, until he slowly lifts his head up and his face morphs into an expression of absolute, undeniable horror.

You can see Mark struggling to hold in his laugh in the corner of your eye, as the poor boy stares up at you with what you could only describe as pure dread.

“Donghyuck…” Mark begins, coughing in order to mask his giggle, “... this is my sister Yn…”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, the boy — Donghyuck, or whatever, — starts stuttering, and you can see his face start to turn bright red.

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synopsis: What? Mark has a sister?! Donghyuck wasn't exactly sure what exactly he expected when he was told that Marks' sister would be visiting. Maybe he expected a girl who's as nice and goofy as Mark, or maybe a girl who's shy, but what he didn't expect was Yn Lee, who's apparently a biomedical engineering major, a part-time model, and also a bitch.

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[paidelosmontes]

Doing this with my fantasy worldbuilding that will never see the light, probably

- Equus have the knowledge to extract aluminium, but the process is so complex that it is, actually, more expensive than gold. Most coins are an alloy of silver and aluminium.

- Equus roads aren't paved, but surrounded by fruit trees and berry bushes. This is thanks to the merchant class that plant these in order to not need to carry suplies and be able to move more goods (they don't have work animals so they need to pull the cart themselves).

- Sinoeca uses shells as jewelry, and calendars. Political clan leaders have necklaces made with seashellas, and every moon they have to take one of them off. When the necklace is empty, the leaders of the clans must meet again.

- Both Sinoeca and Equus have flexible, but binary gender sistems. Bubo people instead have a three gender system, where your gender is determined by birth order and your sibling's sex. If the firstborn is a boy, then the second is a girl, regardles of their sex, and the other way arround. The third gender is just "extravagant and isolated priest near madness".

- Bubo people believe that both marine bears, orcas and wolves have their own gods, and that they venerate them by its own ways. Also believe that orcas and wolves are two forms of a single animal.

- Equus have found a way to make a magical internet by merging their priest's mind into just one, basicly creating a single near-omnipresent mind with hundreds of bodies. You can talk to relatives in another village this way, if don't mind the priests knowing every detail of the conversation.

- Most Equus can digest only vegetal foods, but some northem populations still feed on seafood. Bubos are the oposite, feeding exclusivelly on meat and fish, but i believe they can still digest fruit and tubers.

Small fantasy worldbuilding elements you might want to think about:

A currency that isn’t gold-standard/having gold be as valuable as tin

A currency that runs entirely on a perishable resource, like cocoa beans

A clock that isn’t 24-hours

More or less than four seasons/seasons other than the ones we know

Fantastical weather patterns like irregular cloud formations, iridescent rain

Multiple moons/no moon

Planetary rings

A northern lights effect, but near the equator

Roads that aren’t brown or grey/black, like San Juan’s blue bricks

Jewelry beyond precious gems and metals

Marriage signifiers other than wedding bands

The husband taking the wife's name / newlyweds inventing a new surname upon marriage

No concept of virginity or bastardry

More than 2 genders/no concept of gender

Monotheism, but not creationism

Gods that don’t look like people

Domesticated pets that aren’t re-skinned dogs and cats

Some normalized supernatural element that has nothing to do with the plot

Magical communication that isn’t Fantasy Zoom

“Books” that aren’t bound or scrolls

A nonverbal means of communicating, like sign language

A race of people who are obligate carnivores/ vegetarians/ vegans/ pescatarians (not religious, biological imperative)

I’ve done about half of these myself in one WIP or another and a little detail here or there goes a long way in reminding the audience that this isn’t Kansas anymore.

[outsidersheadcanons]

Do you have any headcanons for the gang as older brothers? (besides Darry, Soda, and Two-Bit)

Love your blog btw!

I'm so glad u asked! Because now I can share a little bit of my Steve lore >:D

So Steve is a big brother but it's complicated. He has one sister and a half brother; both are younger than him (the girl's thirteen at canon and the boy's 10).

So Steve's mother and father got divorced when him and his sister were very little. Steve doesn't remember much before the divorce (mostly because he was like. 4) and his sister doesn't remember anything (due to being a baby). But when it was all over his mother took his younger sister and moved out to Kansas to be with her side of the family and left Steve with his father.

And don't worry Steve's mother still loves him 😭 it was just the way the courts worked out (and Steve's father fought very hard to keep him, mostly to spite his ex-wife). So yeah it's safe to say this is one of the many reason Steve really hates his dad.

Over the summer Steve usually goes to Kansas to stay with his mother and see his siblings (his half brother was born later, and his mother got remarried to his father). He likes them both a lot.

When he's there he always makes a point to hang out w his siblings; it's hard though because since he doesn't see them all that much they're not as close as he'd like.

I think he likes teaching his half brother things; once he dedicated the whole summer to teaching the kid how to fish in the lake. Another time he taught him to drive (illegally) and they almost crashed his mom's bf's truck ���. Steve even taught him how to lift hubcaps and everything he knows about cars.

As for his sister... he's a menace 💀 he teases her all the time (and God help any poor boy she brings over to the house) but he usually gets sick of it after the first few weeks (and especially after he's been punched by her a few times). Sometimes they sit on the back patio on the metal chairs and just. talk for hours at night.

[daisychainfiction]

Can we have a snippet of mc taking buggy to her first day in kindergarten?

Well… How about Bug's first day in Deerly's class? I imagine Bug being around four here and more comfortable with Deerbourne.

Bug's brow is furrowed, her gaze sweeping over the collection of children arrayed around the large, plush room. They seem to be mostly separated into age-based cliques, but there is some intermingling. Siblings, probably.

There are only two small children Bug's age, and both of them zero-in on Bug's arrival. They sit at a small plastic table that is covered in markers and papers, coloring books and simple puzzle boxes.

One of the children, the girl, perks up so quickly that she nearly knocks the juice box by her elbow. Her eyes glitter in the sun-soaked room, big and green and rapt, attention all for Bug.

The boy looks less excited; he ducks his head and curls into himself, obviously shy. His slick of black hair does its best to hide his face.

Bug tilts her head, quiet but curious. You smile, asking, "Want to see what they're doing?"

She doesn't hesitate, her head dipping in a decided agreement.

You give the little girl a nudge and Bug dutifully steps toward the group, though her hand stays curled in yours, leading you along.

"Hi!" the new girl practically gasps in excitement. "I like your barrette!"

This close, you can see that the girl is a little older than you thought, small for her age and excitable.

Bug's free hand goes to her hair, to the colorful bobble you put there this morning.

"Miss'truss said you are super quiet!" the girl continues. "That's okay! Julian doesn't talk, either!"

"Do, too," the little boy huffs in an undertone, still not looking at you or Bug.

"I'm Hazel!" the girl bounces. "And you're Bug! Hi! Do you like to color? What's your favorite color? Mine is red because my mama has red hair and it's so pretty. Julian likes purple, and I think purple is pretty, too, but red is better. Do you think red is better? Here, sit by me!"

Bug watches Hazel, assessing her, before turning her little cherubic frown to you.

"You okay?" you ask softly, kneeling to adjust the collar of her shirt.

Bug frowns, pulling away from your fussing and frowning deeper. You don't understand what she's upset about until she shakes her head and gently -but firmly- pushes at your shoulder.

Ah. It seems you are being dismissed.

"Oh," you say, trying to stiffle a smile and a pang of sadness. "I guess I'll go to work now. Okay?"

Bug is already attending to the coloring book closest to Hazel, completely ignoring you while Hazel introduces her to a stuffed koala named Lucy.

Well then.

Fighting a little hitch in your throat, you turn and start toward the door. You're glad that Bug is more comfortable now, that she has a chance at friends, that Hazel has obviously chosen to be Bug's protector, but…

It stings to be replaced so quickly.

Before you can turn in the doorway for a last look, you feel a form wrap around your legs.

Bug gives you a big hug, her face shoved against your thigh. You smile, feeling that choked mess in your throat double in size.

"Have a good first day, okay?" you say, gently touching the top of her head.

She looks up at you and smiles, her whole face lit up with a joy you used to worry she'd never feel.

Your heart breaks open, not for the first time, and you return the grin. "Go show Hazel and Julian who's the best colorer in the world."

She gives you one last squeeze before trotting back to the others, Hazel greeting her with a squeal and a hug.

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

How did the Boyd boys and blackguard lose their virginity?

CW for referenced dub-con sex, non con sex, and CSA, read with caution!

Steve Murphy: It was with his high school girlfriend. He mostly got together with her because they were friendly classmates and his friends insisted he had a crush (the comphet is strong in this one!). He liked her well enough, and went through all the bases dutifully because they were the Things To Do, but he broke up with her shortly after they had sex for the first time. It was totally consensual and pleasant enough in the moment, but afterwards he just felt so weird in a way he couldn’t wrap his head around, and that easy companionship he’d always felt with her before went away. Sex with women got easier after that first time, but I do HC that he likes and trusts Connie a lot more when they aren’t fucking (platonic sibling roleplay ftw!).

Donald Pierce: @abusivelittlebunny utterly evisercated me and my friend with their devastating HC about Pierce’s stepdad being sexually abusive. My own HC (originally based on theirs, but possibly a little different) is that Pierce’s stepdad presented himself to Pierce as a confidant, befriending him but also having borderline inappropriate conversations with him. After Pierce’s mom ran off his stepdad started crossing more boundaries, which eventually culminated in him raping Pierce and insisting it was what Pierce had been wanting this whole time. (Pierce had a little bit of a puppy crush on his stepdad when he was first introduced to him, which his stepdad knowingly took advantage of to guilt Pierce into thinking it was his fault.) Pierce was 14 when it started, and even in the present day he’s still half-convinced they were in a relationship, or he wanted it, or his stepdad just couldn’t control himself. (Anyway, check out bun’s art, it’s heartbreaking and gorgeous.)

Cap Hatfield: He’s a virgin! He’s used his hands and mouth before, but I don’t think he’d consider that sex, especially since it’s not for his own pleasure.

Clement Mansell: You know, I was debating this one for the longest, but I think it actually took him a while to feel comfortable enough to have sex. The stuff with his mom - seeing her with her rotating assortment of clients and hearing it through the walls from a way too young age - made him feel pretty uneasy around sex, and this general discomfort took a while to wear off. That being said, when he decided at age 22 that he did indeed wanna fuck, he dove in headfirst! He went from being totally inexperienced (only quick gropes over clothes at clubs!) to having a threesome with a girl and her boyfriend. It was a great night - he was decently twisted, and looking back he’s not positive if he got fucked by her or fucked him first (she wore a strap and the guy bottomed) - which is kind of how he prefers it!

The Corinthian: He’s fucked boys in their dreams since pretty much his first week on the job millennia ago, but the first time he had sex in the waking world was over two thousand years ago with Calliope, when he’d been sent to escort her and Orpheus through Naxos. Calliope wanted to have some fun and reward Corinthian for doing such a good job, and they had some fantastically sadomasochistic sex. After Calliope and Dream divorced, Dream erased all the memories of her and Orpheus from Corinthian’s mind, including this.

Eli Klaber: When he was teenager he went out dressed up in girl’s clothes and makeup semi-regularly (initially the girls in his neighborhood were the ones to dress him up and take him out like this, but even after they married off or left, he kept up the habit). Most of the time he just hung out and got a drink or two, but he did like to flirt on occasion. When he was 17 a man he’d been making eyes at half-dragged him out of the bar to the back alley, flipped him against the bricks, pushed down his stockings, and fucked him. Honestly, the sex was objectively pretty dubious, but Klaber had a great time. He’s still not sure what the guy knew or didn’t about him.

Danny Maguire: When he was 16, him, his friend, and his friend’s slightly older girlfriend (she was 19) were hanging out in his basement and drinking together. His friend got sick and went to bed, but at her insistence he stayed downstairs drinking with her. Things got a little blurry and then next thing he remembers Katerina was on his lap getting his zipper open. Him and his friend had a falling out a year later, and he’ll sometimes brag about how he lost his virginity to his BFF’s girl, but he also clams up something bad whenever anyone asks him for details, and he felt so gross about it the next day (he still kind of does, although he tries not to think about it as anything other than a funny and cool story).

Ty Shaw: He started being sexually active when he was 15, but he didn’t have PiV sex until he was 19. He’s not really sure why, but he wonders if subconsciously it was his nervousness over having sex that could get someone pregnant, considering his mom’s track record of unplanned pregnancies. He lost his virginity to a lovely girl named Mia who was in town visiting relatives; they hooked up fairly consistently for a few weeks, and had sex that was pretty fun on his side and… okay on hers. (She’s massively submissive and masochistic, but at that point hadn’t quite figured out exactly what she liked or how to ask for it, although the last time they fucked he spanked her until she cried and then switched between fucking her ass and her pussy. She came three times… and also got a monster UTI that almost sent her to the hospital.)

Quinn McKenna: He lost his virginity in a way that’s almost beat by beat how Steve did, except Quinn’s actually into women, and ended up having a pretty decent time. Not like, top tier - frankly, him and Soo-Yeon were better as friends, but it was a nice memory and they were very cute at prom together.

[indybob]

Idk why but early to mid forties hangster has been stuck in my head and they won’t leave me alone. I’m thinking they’ve been married for going on ten years, they adopted two kids, a pair of siblings, a girl and a boy. The first few years are difficult at first, but they both get promoted beyond flying, and Jake is still so in love with his job, though Bradley is less so.

After a long and difficult conversation, Bradley decides to retire from the Navy after 20 years. He misses flying, and he finds that he genuinely would rather help raise the kids, so he becomes a sort of stay at home dad. He gets his penchant, healthcare, and all those other benefits for himself, Jake, and their kids, while Jake continues to rank up to a two star admiral.

Bradley lasts about three months in “retirement” before he applies to be an instructor at a local flight school, deciding that his fighter jet days are in the past, but his love for flight will never fade. He picks up a few students throughout the year as a sort of part time passion job. Something to do for fun while the kids are at school all day and his husband is at work.

It works out great because not only does Bradley have something to do, but he finds he has a knack for teaching and that it brings him just as much joy, if not even more, than flying fighter jets. It becomes the best compromise for himself and Jake so one of them can be at home a little more consistently with the kids, and neither one of them has to give up their dreams.

And, well, nothing fills Jake’s heart with love quite like seeing his husband so happy.

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

Regulus and Barty are Jeanette and Simon from the chipmunks movies, especially in the chipwrecked movie i swear (Sirius is Brittany)

[nauti-ca]

boyfriends .. and girlfriends!!!

[pinkiemachine]

Yes. Yes I do need that today.

Perhaps the power went out for a little while at the Manor…

Perhaps it’s snowing real bad and they got stuck there for a while…

Perhaps Alfred’s making hot coco…

Who’s to say…