#ch: rico

[the-bus-called-graveyard-8]

TURNING 10 TODAY: “Tunnel of Love”, which first aired on February 14th, 2015. Over a year had passed between this episode and the previous episode being aired. Guest stars: Jennette McCurdy and Victoria Justice as Becky and Stacy, and Big Time Rush as the beavers.

“Come on, we’ve gotta get you out of Flirty-Flirt Town! In a rush, big time!”

[dxsole]

There's a bark of laughter as his cards are placed down, a winning hand splayed out for all to see. Rico can either spot a bluff a mile away or, as he always claimed, he was gifted with that Vegas luck.

It didn't really matter either way— even if he did manage to lose, he's the casino owner's son so...the House always wins, didn't it? "I'm the future of the goddamn sport." He replies smugly, pulling all the chips towards him— everyone did say he probably should play professionally.

Or maybe everyone just wanted to stop losing to him and his massive ego.

[k1ng0k]

🇨🇺 🇵🇷

[doble-d-2]

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@taipan29

[weirdestbooks]

La Colonia Nueva de los Estados Unidos (Wattpad | Ao3 | CH HHM Oneshots)

January 15, 1899

Puerto Rico was nervous. Everything had been changing so quickly for him. First, it was Cuba starting another bid for his independence. Then, it was finding out from Cuba that his nephew Florida was alive, as America and his father worked out the terms ending the war between them.

That was only a few weeks ago. Now, Puerto Rico was a US colony under a military government, as he had not yet been granted a civilian government. 

Puerto Rico understood that. He had just become an American, and he was sure America was just figuring things out with Cuba and Philippines. He was a busy man.

Florida had been helpful in helping Puerto Rico adjust to the many states and territories that Puerto Rico now shared a country with, although some of the newer ones he did not know, like Hawaiʻi, the new territory that seemed to think that becoming American was a bad thing.

How did she not see that this was a great thing for her? That America was helping her, turning her into a better personification and helping her people. Puerto Rico didn’t get it. It didn’t make any sense.

“Porto!” Puerto Rico heard from behind him. Turning, he saw the tall state of Texas walking over to him.

“Hello, Texas,” he responded, his English unaccented thanks to the American military men in his land. Whenever he spoke in unaccented English, he felt proud and glad that he was already growing into a good American.

“Dad needs you—something about a name update,” Texas said. Puerto Rico nodded.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said, standing up and making his way over to America’s room. Upon arriving at the door, he knocked before waiting for America to answer. The military government had drilled into him that he was always to treat America with respect and unquestioning loyalty, something Puerto Rico was all too happy to oblige with. After all, why wouldn’t he do that? 

America was helping him become better. There was no reason to disobey.

“Come in!” America called, and Puerto Rico walked in, sitting in one of the extra chairs there and waiting to be addressed. “How do you spell your name?”

Puerto Rico blinked, confused, but did as he was required.

“P-U-E-R-T—” he began before America cut him off.

“Not anymore. We’re changing that to make it less… un-American,” America began, as the colony sat up straighter in his seat, eager to hear what new improvement America had for him. It was only a little thing, but when you needed as much help as he did, every little bit counted. “Your name will still sound the same; it just fits your new status better.”

“So, P-O-R-T-O?” the colony asked. 

“Smart. I wasn’t sure if you would pick up on the proper spelling so quickly,” America said, looking impressed. Porto Rico smiled slightly.

“The military has me spend at least three hours a day with an English tutor to ensure I am prepared for civilian government,” Porto Rico said. America nodded.

“That’s good. Although you’ve come so far in only a few weeks, I’m sure you will be getting it soon enough,” he said. Porto Rico brightened.

“Really?”

“Really. You’ve done a great job. You’ll be a real American soon enough.”

Smiling wider this time, Porto Rico thanked America before taking his leave.

He never would have guessed that this was the path that life had in store for him, but he was so grateful it was.

He couldn’t imagine being anything else.

[burning-academia-if]

I'm bothering the my fav authors with their hypothetical love lives.

Apologies if I'm being weird.. it's been my life unfortunately lol

But if you had to choose an RO to romance irl who would you personally choose and whyyyyy with motivation!

Also love the story and i hope you have a BEAUTIFUL week ♥️

You're fine! Thinking who I would romance from this train wreck cast was a lot of fun-

Anyway my college self would have been enamored by Beck no question skskd

Lars is someone I would have gotten in a fist fight with (lmfaO), Rook has an iron wall around his heart and plenty of personal issues ajsjs + jealousy, ??? is mostly the jealousy I'd be fine with them possessing me tbh-

Rhea I'd love and admire and wish I could be best friends with So Bad but we're too different solely in what we want from life to date.

Zoe is my second contender because I like quiet people I can relax with and we'd share in our love of books (Also I love people who I can tease and Zoe delivers in that department).

But Beck is just so soft and I'm a sucker for Soft Boys. I think we could relate on a lot of personal feelings, both good and bad, and we both just want a normal and peaceful life. Also while all ROs would be fine with it, I imagine Beck's response to me being grey romantic ace as just "ok, we're best friends who are in love sometimes" and that easy acceptance would make me cry lol

[godscobhhq]

Clank from Disney Fairies

Name: Clarke Keely Age: 25+ Profession: UTP Pronouns: UTP FC suggestions: Jacob Batalon, Rico Rodriguez Availability: Open

Biography UTP

Notable character information: Clarke isn't as bumbling as they seem - in fact, their talent in tinkering has made them indispensable on their government contracts.

[candela888]

Same-sex marriage in 2003 vs. 2013 vs. 2023

(20 years of change)

More info below:

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2003:

Marriage : Netherlands, Belgium, British Columbia (CA), Ontario (CA)

Civil unions : France (including overseas territories), Germany, Denmark, Iceland, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Greenland, Rio Negro (AR), Ciudad de Buenos Aires (AR), California (US), New York (US), Hawaii (US), Vermont (US), Canary Islands (ES), Aragon (ES), Catalonia (ES), Andalusia (ES), Extremadura (ES), Castilla-La Mancha (ES), Castilla-Leon (ES), Madrid (ES), Valencia (ES), Asturias (ES), Basque Country (ES), Navarre (ES), Balearics (ES), Quebec (CA), Alberta (CA), Manitoba (CA), Nova Scotia (CA), Geneva (CH), Zurich (CH), Portugal.

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2013:

Marriage : Netherlands, Belgium, Canada, Brazil, Uruguay, Argentina, South Africa, Spain, Portugal, France (including overseas territories), Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Iceland, New Zealand, Washington (US), California (US), New Mexico (US), Minnesota (US), Iowa (US), Maryland (US), DC (US), New Jersey (US), Delaware (US), New York (US), Connecticut (US), Rhode Island (US), Vermont (US), Massachusetts (US), New Hampshire (US), Maine (US), Hawaii (US), Mexico City (MX), Quintana Roo (MX).

Civil unions : Greenland, Colombia, Ecuador, Merida (VZ), United Kingdom, Ireland, Germany, Czech Republic, Austria, Finland, Hungary, Slovenia, Croatia, Switzerland, Luxembourg, Liechtenstein, Australia

Recognizes marriages performed abroad : All 32 Mexican states and Israel

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2023:

Marriage : Netherlands (including overseas territories), Belgium, United States, Canada, Mexico, Costa Rica, Cuba, Puerto Rico, Colombia, US Virgin Islands, Ecuador, Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, Malvinas/Falklands, France (including overseas territories), Spain, Portugal, Andorra, Germany, Slovenia, Switzerland, Austria, Malta, Guernsey, Jersey, United Kingdom, Isle of Man, Ireland, Gibraltar, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Iceland, Greenland, Luxembourg, Faroe Islands, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Taiwan, Northern Mariana Islands, Guam, St. Helena, Pitcairn Islands, Gibraltar.

Civil unions : Bolivia, Italy, Cayman Islands, Bermuda, Aruba, Curaçao, Czech Republic, Hungary, Croatia, Montenegro, Greece, Cyprus, Estonia, Liechtenstein 

Recognizes marriages performed abroad : Namibia, Israel, Nepal, American Samoa

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Future :

Same-sex marriage is under consideration by the legislature or the courts in Aruba, Curaçao, the Czech Republic, Estonia, Greece, India, Japan, Liechtenstein, Namibia, the Navajo Nation, Nepal, Thailand, and Venezuela, and all countries bound by the Inter-American Court of Human Rights (IACHR), which includes Barbados, Bolivia, Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Guatemala, Haiti, Honduras, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, and Suriname.

Civil unions are being considered in a number of countries, including Lithuania, Peru, the Philippines, South Korea, Ukraine, China, Hong Kong, Japan, Latvia, Panama, Romania, Serbia, Slovakia, Thailand, and Venezuela.

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[luvly-writer]

Crimes of a Mother:

Ch. 3 Knowledge is power

Batfamily x reader

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Author's note: I FINALLY HAD SOME FREE TIME!!! Yk those slow weekends after a test week, perffffff that's this weekend and it is UPDATE DAY!!!! So ye, hope all of you are okay.

Warnings: Long chapter

Taglist: @nxdxsworld @give-jack-a-lightsaber @h0rr0r-10ver-69 @can-i-feel @n4muar @snowy-violet @ferakillia @mariadvorak @idonthaveanameforthisacc @yandereheros @omnivirgo

Masterlist:

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Y/n was frustrated. It was late November, the streets of Gotham had only gotten colder and she, being usted to the warm climate of Puerto Rico, struggled more and more at staying out and watching the Batcrew. Not only that, finals were getting closer and she had to put her investigation on pause for the sake of not failing. The life of an over achiever was not easy. She still spent a lot of time with the Waynes. She truly had grown fond of them over time (and realized she enjoyed the calmness of the library at Wayne manor). After spending enough time watching them, it was funny to her how no one had ever seen the similarities between the family and their vigilante counterparts. She was sure they kind of knew, she knew, but no one ever said anything. Y/n thought it was mainly because no one wanted to break the ice, and as time passed she was kind of getting impatient.

They had invited her to spend Thanksgiving week with them seeing as she was the only one of her friends that wasn't able to travel back to Puerto Rico that week and they didn't want her to feel alone. Her mom had come up with some half assed excused as to why she wouldn't be able to pay for her ticket back and as much as Y/n wanted to believe her, she knew it was something else. So, she accepted, not only was she not alone for a holiday but she was staying an entire week with them and that could help her investigation.

Currently she sat on one of the sofas at Wayne Manor, late at night, getting warmed by the fire with her laptop in hand. Having finished and studied for the mayority of her things, she began stretching and turned to look to her side at the sound of footsteps. There, she saw Damian walking out of the kitchen.

"Hey Dames!" she smiled at him as she greeted him

Startled by the girl, he turned around and nodded his head at her in greeting. She had noticed that Damian was more sluggish and less alert than usual. His eyes looked droopy and he looked a little bit in pain.

"Damian...are you sick?" she asked worried because of his lack of vebal response. That alerted him quickly and made him shake his head and murmur that he was okay, just tired.

"Okay....you should get some rest, hun, I know it's Thanksgiving week and you don't have class but it would help" she said softly and Damian knodded, wished her goodnight and walked away. As she observed him, she noticed that he had a slight limp he was hiding very well. A normal person wouldn't have noticed, but she was too perseptive for that. She closed her laptop and stood up. Damian normally felt her presence rather quickly, it was odd that she took him by surprise. Quietly, taking advantage of his state (which she felt a little bad for it), she stood up and walked a few steps behind him, suspicious of his behavior. At once, she almost knocked something and cursed under her breath, making him turn and look around. She was rather thankful of her choice in wearing a black hoodie with black sweatpants, because she was able to blend with the dark corners of Wayne Manor. He turned back and kept on walking. She followed him through the doors, careful of her surroundings, down the stairs and into Bruce's study. She was familiar with the place, why was he here? Holding the door slightly closed, she looked through the small opening and saw him insert some sort of code with the hand into the grandfather clock.

Finally, she gasped as the clock moves and a panel is revealed with a door behind. Fascinating! Damian went through the door and she waited till the door closed and the clock was right into place to move. She entered the room and quietly closed the door.

"It was right under my nose this entire time!" She laughed quietly.

She waited a few moments and began working on the hands; the code being 10:48pm. She remembered, thankful of her photographic memory. She heard the mechanism working inside of it and watched it open, amazed by it. She bit her lip to stop herself from squealing as she walked through the door. A long decending staircase awaited her and she made sure to go down as quiet as possible. Little by little the cave had begun to reveal itself. Finally, she looked down, not fully visible to the people she could hear downstairs.

"Damian, you are on bed rest, how many times do we have to go through with this?"

"Grayson, you aren't the boss of me! Besides, I just wanted to stay in comns. Father already made it abundantly clear I can't go out to patrol"

"What did he ground you with now?" snorted Jason

Y/n heard a murmur and two laughs very similar to Tim's and Jason's roared through the cave. She smirked as she thought to herself, 'Never an incorrect investigation'.

"Quit bothering your brother, or I'll sit both of you too. Don't think I forgot about you almost falling asleep on Saturday Tim, after you swore you got 8 hours of sleep. And, you, Jason, don't you think I did not see you slip on the very same rooftop Damian fell on" Said Bruce with his normal fatherly tone.....

Bruce......

BRUCE!!!!!

Bruce IS Batman! He is BATMAN! She couldn't believe her eyes. There he was without his cowl reprimanding Tim and Jason, who were also without their cowls, the same way with he did to them last week!

"You swallow the fun of everything, B" complained Jason whilst he rolls his eyes with Tim agreeing, Damian had a satisfied smirk and Dick laughed.

"And you, Bruce Wayne, are sloppy as hell" she said walking down the stairs, making all of them pause and turn to look at the girl.

"Oh shit/fuck/no"

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Bruce asked, taken aback.

"Which one of you idiots made it obvious?" Glared Damian with his arms crossed.

Before his brothers could jump him, she interrupted, "Actually, Damian, you were the one who led me here"

Having heard that, the other three errupted in laughter and began teasing Damian about being sloppy, who in turn was looking up at her horrified.

"Enough! You three, to patrol, now. Tell the others I will be late. Damian, upstairs, I will not be repeating myself. Got it" Bruce commanded in a voice familiar to Batman's but not quite there yet.

Each left the cave one by one, not before whispering a small good luck to Y/n and waving goodbye. (Aside from Damian, who she was sure was having an internal crisis. So much so, he followed orders without complaint.)

"Y/n"

"I knew it, Bruce, I freaking knew it!"

"I don't kn-"

"Cut the crap, Bruce, we both know you know exactly how. We both know everyone has been knowing I know. Frankly, saying you don't know how is both insulting to your intelligence and mine." She said flatly as if it was obvious.

He nodded and motioned for her to follow him. He walked towards the Batcomputer and brought a spare chair with him. Sitting down, he motioned for her to take a seat.

"Very well. I expected we would have this conversation much sooner but once you began focusing more on your studies, I had thought I had more time, but it seems that you have managed to take me by surprise, once again. What do you know?"

She began telling him everything, she had photo evidence, DNA evidence (it was easy to lie to the bio girl Taylor was screwing with because by now everyone kinda knew she was friends with the Wayne Family. So lying when she turned up with a blood sample and saying one of them gave it to her for her forensic investigation final once the results came positive, was easy as hell), she presented everything she knew...except her theory of Bruce being her father.

Bruce nodded along to her words, finding her investigation fascinating. He tried to think of ways on how to correct the "sloppiness" that led her to find out, but just like what happened with Tim years ago, it was simply impossible for a "normal" person to gather all of this. Tim and Y/n were the exception for this, they were brilliant kids. Once she finished, he had noticed in her face that she was a little hesitant of something and asked her about it.

"You are hiding something...what's wrong?"

".....I don't think I want to find out the answer....it will hurt either way" she whispered and he could hear hints of hurt in her tone.

"Hey," he conjured up a fatherly tone he had used at least a million times when any of his kids were in a vulnerable state. A thing he never knew he had until Dick arrived, "I am still me. The same guy that taught you how to play tennis and golf and the same guy you've beaten a million times in pool. Just because you know of my....other job, doesn't mean I'm someone else." he said softly.

Y/n did NOT calculate that confessing her theory would be so difficult. She had imagined herself being caught on some random rooftop, Batman kinda intimidating her from finding out of her investigation and her yelling everything she knew with a badass tone...She had not expected him to be kind and look at her with a sense of pride as she talked.

This moments had two alternatives and both hurt. What if he was her dad? That means he left her for 18 years and had spent those 18 years loving and nurturing other kids. What if he was her dad and didn't want another kid? He already had a bunch of them. Sure he welcomed her into his home, took time to get to know her, spent time with her and even invited her to spend a holiday with him. Sure, she had thought of how great it would be if he were her father and almost called him dad once. Whatever, right?

But what if he wasn't her father? Could she stand the look of pity when he denies it? Could she be able to handle knowing the feeling of almost having a father figure and it being ripped away? What if he was weirded out by her theory? What if he hated the thought of having her as his daughter?

This internal monologue overwhelmed her and her eyes teared up a little. Bruce was taken aback by this and was once reminded of something..she is a genius sure, but she is a kid. This has happened with all of his kids at least once. They are all amazing and estraordinary in their own ways, but they were still young. Dick and Barbara were 25, Jason, 23; Tim and Steph,20; Cass and Duke, 19; and Damian, 12. They are all still young, and that count Y/n too as she is only 18.

Finally, she spoke up in a terrified tone, "I think you're my dad....and whether you are or not...it will hurt.."

His eyes softened, he understood Valentina's motived for keeping their daughter away, but seeing her now, so torn, he was definitely calling her later and having a word with her.

"Y/n.... " he spoke slowly and softly, as not to scare her. She scrunched her eyes ready to listen to the worst, "You are correct. I am your biological father."

Hearing this, she snapped her eyes open and saw nothing but sincerity in his.

"I am Y/n Wayne Salazar..." she said softly and he nodded, unsure of her response

"They are my sibblings...My grandparents are dead, you are my father. Damian is my blood sibbling. You are my family and you have been knowing this entire time?"

"I found out I was your father the day I met you"

"YOU LIED TO ME", she snaped once she heard this.

"Your mother made me lie for your safety", he could see her growing more agitated by the second

"MY MOTHER IS NOT HERE! SHE WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN!"

"We both know she would have Y/n"

"Ye..I...UGH", she stood up and began pacing back and forth infront of him, "I KNOW THAT BUT YOU BOTH LIED TO ME! SHE LIED TO ME ALL THESE YEARS SAYING THAT SHE DIDNT KNOW WHERE YOU WERE AND THAT IT WAS BETTER THIS WAY! THIS IS BULSHIT BRUCE! YOU KNEW!" She stood in front of him and just glared at him.

"Y/n, your mother has her reasons for keeping you away and they are valid-"

"OH! So you know those too! WONDERFUL!"

"Y/N." He spoke in the same tone that he used on the boys. "Your mother had her reasons, and it is very important that you know this."

"Are the Salazar family that bad that she had to hide me away on a damn island?!" She gestured widely

"Yes."

That made her stop on her tracks and turn to look at him.

"Yes they are, Y/n. They are extremely dangerous and if they confirm your parentage, you could be in true danger. Valentina and I agreed it was best if you stayed close to us so that we would be able to protect you. We also agreed it was best for you to know about all of this. You took us by surprise because you were able to go undetected in our radar for a long time during our patrol hours. That is admirable, not many are able to do that for so long, but we didn't push you away so that you would be able to integrate yourself little by little as you grew comfortable. We have all been waiting until you came to us."

"Everyone knew..." she said a little bit dejectedly "Yes, and we made sure to respect you investigation enough so that you would confront us when you were ready. Y/n, the Salazars are not people to mess with"

She stayed quite for some time processing everything. "So, you guys have been there...just because my mom asked you?"

"At first, but we truly care about you. You are part of our family and have been for a long time. Trust me, I needed Alfred's help controlling them because they wanted to tell you the instant that I told them it was alright for you to know about all of this. They have been wanting to share this part of their life with you. Everyone has been impressed by your detective skills." he tried to reassure her.

Y/n nodded and sat once again. Bruce sat watching her, respecting her space as she processed everything.

"Bruce..." she called out and he hummed a response, "can....can I call you dad now? or is it too soon for that? Are you uncomfortable with it? It is okay? You know what? Forget I asked,you probably think its weird that this random kid that you've only known for a few mo-"

"Yes, Y/n. I have not been seeing you as some random kid this entire time you know. You are my daughter. That is something impossible to ignore. Ask you mother." He answers as his hear melts a little.

"Is she gonna be mad at me for finding out?"

"Kid, your mother has been waiting for the moment you found out. She has texted me every weekend asking if it already happend. She knew you were too stubborn on your investigation to not find out. As a matter of fact, she was hoping you’d find out so you could finally focus on all your studies completely"

"Yeah..that sounds like her...is she okay? She told me she wouldn't be able to buy my ticket back and I know that's an excuse"

"That's my fault. I begged her to let you stay with us this week. The boys and girls wanted to spend a holiday with you and well so did I. She had to come up with an excuse so you'd stay."

Y/n nodded, this was NOT how she thought this week would go. She looked at Bruce, who sat studying her. A thought ran across her mind and as she opened her mouth, he spoke up,

"I am NOT giving you any information about the Salazar family. That is one thing your mother has stricly prohibited me from doing." He said sternly and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"We'll see, Batsy. You just gave me a whole new investigation to focus on now that my first and second are completed."

Smirking lightly at her competitive spirit, he responded, "Three ongoing investigations at once?"

"Yes, and I solved two in a matter of months" "Because we allowed it"

"Keep telling yourself that so it can soothe your broken ego, we both know you did not noticed me the first month or so, and when you did, it was because I let myself be known"

"Is that what you think?" He gives her a small smile

"Yup"

"Where do you think you got those detective genes from, kid?"

"No wonder my mother cursed you out everytime I got in trouble" she replied, giving him a mischievous grin

"Excuse me" he let out a small laugh startled, already wanting to ask Valentina what Y/n meant by that.

"I will find out everything about the Salazars! You will see"

"How has that third investigation gone so far?"

"......."

"I am all ears, Y/n" he says amusedly crossing his arms, "What do you know about them so far?"

".....Nothing besides from the fact that they come from Spain..." She murmurs crossing her arms and looking to the side.

Raising a thick eyebrow he laughs at her reaction.

"Shut up, dad" she lets out and that makes him stop and smile a little.

"Good luck on that search, kid but, you will not find anything without a good database."

"Fine, I'll break into yours" she argues and he shakes his head at her.

"Bring it on, sweetheart" he says as he stands up and puts on his cowl.

She smirks at him, oh how she loved a good challenge.

"You can stay there and try as you wait for the rest to come back, but a. if you create a lockdown, you are grounded and b. it is way too cold here and I can see you shivering. I'd suggest you go up and wait with Alfred, he enjoys your company." He said as he walking to the batmobile.

"You can't ground me!" She teases him as she stands up and begins to walk towards the stairs, he was right, it was freezing down here. How they were able to work here in only spandex suits was a mystery to her.

He whips his head to look at her and she almost laughs. Sure she was used to seeing Batman being intimidating, she has presenced it a bunch of times, but the clear indignation in his face took away a lot of the intimidation. "You call me dad, I am your biological father, I have your mother's approval to do so, do not test me"

"Sure, old man" she giggled as she walked up the stairs.

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Author’s note: do you know how frustrating it is to forget your own timeline?! OF YOUR OWN STORY!? BC YOU FORGOT TO WRITE IT DOWN!!!!

Anyways here’s the timeline:

Prologue: May (pre time skip)

Prologue: Early August (post time skip)

Ch. 1: Middle of September

Ch. 2: Late October

Ch. 3: Late November

(This will help you as much as it will help me)

ALSO, BEFORE YOU COME HERE TO COMPLAIN AB BRUCE BEING “TOO NICE”! BRUCE IS A GOOD FATHER AND DC CAN GO SUCK IT IDGAF!!! HE IS A GOOD FATHER!! HE IS A GOOD MAN!! THAT WHY WE LOVE HIM!!! HE IS A GOOD FATHER DON’T COME AT ME!!! You discredit Alfred raising him by saying he would be a bad father and you discredit the core of his character and the fact that a person can go through trauma, have their flaws bc of it and still be a GOOD!! FKN!!PERSON! Bruce is a good father case closed idc for whatever DC has to say about it.

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she could not be-fucking-lieve she was being hypnotized by you, of all people in this fucking club. ellie, the same woman who swore she hated you with every fiber in her rage-filled body, now not sure what to do with you. the way you were sensually bumping and grinding against the girl almost snatched her soul. your warm hands reached for hers, guiding them to your hips, eyes now meeting and making everything in the background disappear so suddenly. ellie was… getting off…? oh my god, she was getting off to it too, breath hitching when you wrapped your arms around her neck, giving such an evil yet innocent, loving look.

“are you okay?” your voice oddly soft and easy to hear over the once blaring reggaeton music. ellie had’nt noticed how pathetic she looked to you once your hands met hers, now fixing to seem irritated with you. only to imagine how much more miserable she looked.

“yes,” was all she could currently muster up, a tighter grip on your hips, “why’re you—, what are—, fuck,” she settled, her bottom lip starting to hide between her pearly whites, eyes taking you in so greedily. you pulled her down a bit, inconspicuously pouting to her.

“what?” you little freak. you sounded so helpess. so bothered. so tempting, inviting, and sweet. ellie’s nails nearly dug into you, drawing a soft wince from your being.

“you’re a god damn—.”

“¿bellaca?” ellie had not a clue what the word had meant yet nodded so quickly with a questioning look. “it means a baddie. or it could mean to be sexually aroused. so if thats the case,” your lips brushed against her ear, ellie nearly moaning in yours, “it takes one to know one,” you abruptly pushed her away, walking away from the dance floor and to your friends who had been staring you down in shock and/or admiration.

ellie stood with a yearning look in her face, watching as your pretty figure disappeared into the crowd, leaving her to hate you even more for only sticking with her for half of the song that was now pounding on her eardrums again.

what a fucking moment, no?

[the-bus-called-graveyard-8]

TURNING 10 TODAY: “Operation: Swap-panzee”, which first aired on December 24th, 2013. It is the first episode to premiere on Nicktoons rather than Nickelodeon; over a year had passed between this episode and the previous episode being aired.

“Men, for too long, chimps have been the go-to species for space exploration. No more! This time, a penguin is going to the moon!”

[dxsole]

🃏 PUH-PUH-PUH-POKERFACE! | @violeteyedkiller

She's shuffling cards with ease; they've both been dealing cards for their father since they were toddlers— Renata always says she does it better though.

"We playing?" It's not so much that the Delvecchio's cheat— they wouldn't dare cheat on the casino floor, even in a low-stakes game. But they were certainly the biggest sore losers. Rico was probably somewhere by the bar, moping about his loss.

"I don't have a ton of time before my next appointment," Helping Rico brutalize someone who owed their father money. "But one game should be alright." Besides, part of her job was ensuring everyone had a good time, right? And lose their money as quickly as possible. "All in good fun, yeah?"

[k1ng0k]

We need to see some doodles of Puerto Rico x Cuba, don't kill me 🙇🙇🙇

i ain’t written anything about these two yet but have free ship art lol

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I FINISHED MY DUTY AS UR WIFE AND HAVE READ WVERY OTHER WORK U HAVE POSTED!! i yapped so hard im so sorry. dont feel the need to read all this i just  wanted to give u running commentary and i didnt relise how many works of ur i have read! 10/10 i enjoyed 🩵

1: untill the end if time! AHHH YOUR YOU AND NOBODY CAN COMPETE WITH!!! WTF WOULD HAVE DIED IF I WAS CHARLES. lol also love the vibes that theyd only be ok if the other won the championship and no one else. AHH I WILL BE WITH U UNTIL U GET SICK OF ME OR THE SUN DIES!!! AHH THAT WAS SO GOOD!

2: And I cant breathe. lol cat dad icon! OHH WAIT IVE READ THIS LOL! awwwe carlos being such a good friend. if it happened again OK SO U HATE ME! ahh both of them in hospital i cantt :( defending max from all sides 💪 ohh including himself :( awwe a candle lit dinner. they will be fine 100%

3: from across the bar. lol a little bit egotistical charles. OH ive also already read this one lol. wow so it seems like u might be a little possessive charles. at least they are both as bad as each other lol. AHHH YES CHARLES GET UR MAN!! lol love Rico!! 

3: hit like a heatwave. Amen i hate qatar. AHHH MONACO BASED YOUTUBER WHO BEAT LEWIS HAMILTON IN EQUAL MACHINERY NICO ROSBERG MENTION!! i think we would all collectively loose our minds in max sat on charles lap. lol imagine christian horner and fred vassuer teaming up.  BURNT WATER??! is that possible? that was so sweet!!

4: ill cover it. ok charles check him out. so real give ur entire body king. pierre is so realll slow ur roll. i want to be max please let me finish my four year degree in 1 year please!! lol pierre and carlos are starting to feel like me when my friends have crushes. ahh there it is charles being insulted by french accusations. I ALSO AM A SUCKER FOR PEOPLE WITH TWO OR LESS BRAINCELLS!! YESS ANOTHER ROSBERG MENTION!! hes my fav too max! is it a sugar baby relationship if ur helping them graduate?? lol charles not being able to drive or park is iconic. the waist grab ahhh! ohhthe Italian and french! AHHH DANNY RIC!! nooo dont hate aussies :( AHHH CUDDLING!! yess GP! and so fair that you didnt know tyre was spelt that way. YES JEALOUS CHARLES!! NO PLEASE MAX! YOUR DADS A DICK TALK TO SOMEONE! yes thank you charles please fix him! And then they freaked lol iconic! 

5: when we locked eyes. wow it has been a hot minute since i read pierre and yuki. yes meeting ppl at uni so so hard. YOU HAVE SUCH A WAY OF DESCRIBING PEOPLE WHAT ITS SO GOOD!! lol yess yuki get what u want. awwwe cooking lessons. ahh so this and your other story are same universe how cool!! 🩵

HELLO???? HI???? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??

Wdym, oh I’m your wife now let me just go and casually read ALL OF YOUR WORKS????

WHAT!!!! ALL OF THEM?????????????????????

This is literally insane to me. WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKJKKJ

1.my my, it’s been a long time since I even THOUGHT about that fic, most lovesick heartfelt fluffy fic I’ve EVERRRR wrote

2.Im SORRYYYYY it’s just so hard NOT to draw on past insecurities to create one big mess where nobody feels okay at all.

3. LMAO I’m glad you’ve liked some of the other fics before you liked me. It just seems like whenever I write Charles he has some minor, minor jealousy issues. (Rico supremacy)

4.I’ll cover it was my little baby, but now I’ve found a new one and I’ve moved on from it, but I really did enjoy playing around with it, I’m glad you liked reading it

5.Never written anything other than Lestappen, so tbh this one was a bit of a challenge for me (aside from my long, LONG forgotten fics which… yeah when I say they were bad, I really mean it) Yuki is unfortunately VERY good at getting what he wants

Just wanted to let you know I’m just about to go through ch.1 and fix up some mistakes, then I’ll fix up the new one and post it :)))

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Hermanos (Wattpad | Ao3 | CH HHM Oneshots)

“Rico, do you remember when Padre used to get mad at us for saying we were siblings?” Cuba asked one evening as he and Puerto Rico slowly walked down the streets of the latter’s capital. Puerto Rico was his uncle on his Padre’s side but on the side of his native father’s…Puerto Rico was his half-brother. It was a strange set of circumstances that Padre had hated more than anything.

“How can I not? He never went after me, but his anger was loud enough that we knew it, even though he played nice in front of my padre,” Puerto Rico joked before looking back at Cuba, concern in his eyes. “What’s this about?” Cuba didn’t answer, and Puerto Rico sighed. 

“Cubito…” he began warningly.

“Don’t Cubito me. I’m taller,” Cuba said, trying his best to keep a smile on his face. Puerto Rico raised a skeptical eyebrow, and Cuba’s resolve crumbled. “I’ve just been thinking about things recently. Padre’s gone; you’re a United Statian now, and I’m going to be a new country soon. I…I feel like so much has changed, and I…I don’t want to lose what’s left of my family.”

“Cuba, if you think being a country is going to stop me from being your big brother, I’m going to start thinking that independence made you stupid,” Puerto Rico deadpanned. Cuba stopped in his tracks, gaping at the smaller colony.

“Excuse me?” He asked, startled. Puerto Rico smiled before speaking.

“You heard me. That’s a stupid thing to say. I’m always going to be with you, and I can tell you now that your brother feels the same way. Florida was never hiding from you. He was hiding from New Spain and the expectations of perfection that haunted him. But not from you, you know that.”

Cuba knew that. It was one of the first things Puerto Rico had said to him when they reunited, that he was sorry for leaving Cuba behind. Florida had sworn on his immortality that Cuba would always be his family, be his hermanito.

It was easy to be told that. It was harder to believe it.

“I know I’m just…I’ve never been alone before. I’ve wanted this for so, so long, and I’m not going to give it up, but…I never realized how lonely it was going to be,” Cuba sighed.

“We’re not going to leave you…we’re just going to be somewhere else. A new house, a different country. But come on, Cubito, you know how big this family is and how many countries make it up. Is Dominican Republic any less your aunt because she’s independent and adopted?” Puerto Rico asked. Cuba shook his head.

“Of course not!” he said. Aunt Dominican Republic had struggled with her place in the family due to the nature of her adoption and the nature of the restoration of her independence, but she never stopped being family, always sending letters and remaining in contact, even apologizing to Abuelo for giving him false hope that their family would be reunited again.

“Then why is it different when it’s you and not her?” Puerto Rico asked. Cuba paused, processing that question. Why was it different? Why did he feel like his entire family was going to leave him as soon as he became independent?

“I don’t…I don’t know,” Cuba eventually said. Puerto Rico smiled, soft and sweet, so reminiscent of the foggy memories Cuba had of their native father.

“We’ll be there for you. I promise. We’ll write, and we’ll visit, and we will ensure that you never feel alone. Understood?” Puerto Rico asked. Cuba smiled, pushing aside tears. 

“Perfectly.”