#girl I'm fleeing this stupid country

[anonbinaryweirdo]

hey we should riot and cause a public disturbance (this post is about project 2025)//hj

[papirouge]

I gave up on being pro life publicly and online. The genocide in the Congo and in Gaza have proved it to me that many western women who run those pro life accounts don’t care for children. Many babies have been lost due to hospital bombings. More children are displaced with no families.

I’ve tried reaching out when they talk about saving children in generic posts because very real babies are losing their lives by IDF terrorism. And I get blocked or I get told “that’s different/ they’re Muslim/they should have left already/I don’t care” over and over and over again. The countless videos are already out that have children begging and crying for their families they lost or the homes that can’t be saved. Some of the worst messages I read criticized and blame the Palestinian men too that they should be protecting the kids, so when they die, it’s actually Palestinians fault. Not the IDF. Meanwhile those “young men” are just teenagers because their parents are dead. The Congolese topic is worst. Many are begging people to stop buying the iPhone 15 to raise awareness over the issues there but I got told by one girl who likes to call herself an anti woke submissive wife that she couldn’t care less about the Congo, she’s going to do whatever her husband wants, if that means ignoring genocide then that’s what she will do too. It’s her god given to have freedom over dead bodies l…

I’m fed up. I’m sick of the hypocrisy. I’m sick of seeing stupid homestead content of how they’re at peace taking care of a home as they purposefully condone genocide. If some hacker group exposed all these “submissive Godly trad wife” accounts as being agents for Israel to distract the west from IDF war crimes, I wouldn’t be surprised the least. Their apathy is demonic

@not-your-average-prolifer is the only pro life blog who passed the vibe check as far as I know. She reblogged posts about the emergency of pregnant women in Palestine and also post about mental health of middle east women. I think she is left leaning (correct me if I'm wrong!) so I'm not surprised to see her with more empathy about whatever's happening to women abroad, unlike Conservatives who are extremely stupid & uneducated when it comes to foreign affairs, if not straight up xenophobic.

I hope for every single Christian I know to never open their mouth about uwu Christianism is from Middle east uwu ever again the next time someone calls Christianism white man's religion or I'll go berserk on them. They better shut up forever. They had no problem to keep their mouth shut witnessing the martyrdom of our brothers - they better keep it that way permanently and stop summoning their struggle once it's convenient to them. YES, they proved they definitely consider Christianism a white man thing, considering our little care they have for our (non white) Christian brothers overseas. They better keep them out of their mouth permanently.

"They're Muslim" it's been well documented that there are Christians in Palestine. But even if they weren't, Christ wants everyone to be saved and accept him as their lord and savior - refusing to extend some basic empathy to people being bombed and killed in their sin is not the way to go. Never forget that Jesus didn't heal or saved only Jews, but also pagans, prostitutes, etc. It's insane how so unemphatic "Christians" have become.

Christian Palestinians are actually some of the oldest Christians - like, where do they those idiots think Jerusalem was?? where did the Pentecost happen? IN MIAMI?? KANSAS?? "They should have left" WHERE?? aren't the ppl pulling out this argument the same crybabies whining about woke culture destroying western civilization? Why didn't they leave the western zone already??? Also aren't they the same against immigration and how men fleeing their country are lazy cowards? so why are they mad at Palestinians sticking to their land?? Damn, Western politicians/diplomacy have the opportunity to do the funniest thing possible and mass import Palestinians in western countries to abide Zionists requirements in Israel 💀

And LOL oh so now Palestinian men are supposed to protect children? what are they supposed to do when the IDF is bombing their house? Take weapons to defend/get back their land and shit? Oh my bad, that makes them terrorists (and let's be clear : what happened on October 7th is unjustifiable but let's not act like the Hamas wasn't called terrorist much earlier than that). It's a damned if you do, damned if you don't. If they do nothing, they're cowards, and if they do, they are terrorists - because in this case, resistance is defiance. Ultimately they just want to deflect from their own lack on empathy and find a rational explanation to that.

Conservative scrotes are the LAST people who should lecture anyone about defending the children when there are acting bullying kids young enough to be their grandchildren calling them wokes, leftists, or whatever. I won't even start about gun violence and how deflective they are about protecting the children only to protect their precious right to carry. Ghouls. They only care abt unborn babies because they are unable to call them out on their bs yet. Once they do, they'll cuss them, call them woke, and all sort of -ists.

On TikTok there was a Christian girl saying how Christians are "too emotional" and how we should keep supporting "God chosen people" (Israel). I already made a post calling out how this "god chosen people " narrative didn't stand now that we were in the NEW COVENANT. But let's follow her train of thought: isn't humankind made from God image? Where do emotions come from? Didn't God himself have emotion? Why? What's the right or wrong place to have emotion? She and all the clown who agreed with her would never be able to reply those questions. We've all seen the videos. I did what I could to avoid them but they're quite unavoidable at this point. What's the correct emotion after seeing 2 kids younger than 10 carrying a third one crying while one of his foot was hanging with only one tendon?? This girl, along with every single Christian unmoved by this disaster has to shut up. Their heart is a stone and they should stop trying to lecture people who still have a heart made of flesh. We're not the same. Christ is PEACE. Not war or violence.

And girl, you really shouldn't even engage with women labelling themselves "anti woke submissive wife" 💀 why would you expect them to care about anything but their idol (husband)? Stay focus on what really matters. Peace and God. We're in the end times and God is slowly but surely unfolding the truth. The masks are slipping. Take note of all the so called who remained silent witnessing satan action, take proper action, and go on.

[highlifeboat]

The new movie mostly changed minor details, to make some details more coherent :p

Biggest changes are: Matilda is now only child (her father constantly forgets she's a girl), story is set in UK (it's mostly noticeable in how old the school looks and that children have uniforms), mrs. Honey's backstory was expanded and mrs. Phelps (the librarian) got bigger role of being Matilda's second mother figure (yes, Matilda ends up with two mothers in this one🤣🤣)

(Also, Wormwoods flee the country because father tried to swindle Mafia and not because of FBI, but Wormwood parents were mostly cut out of the movie due to time, so it's not that noticeable :p)

That kinda sucks that they got rid of her brother. I liked their toxic sibling dynamic. Plus I feel like shitty siblings aren't very common for some reason. And they were like... a really good depiction of it.

Actually it kinda sucks if we don't get much of Matilda's family/home life in general. I think the idea of showing that sometimes even your family can suck and you're allowed to find better people was great. (I mean, I guess you don't need all the context of the old movie, but still.)

I dunno, I guess it doesn't really matter, but still kinda sucks.

I think more Ms Honey backstory is cool (I'm gonna assume she's still related to Trunchbul. If not that will be the one choice I call stupid), giving the librarian a bigger role seems kinda weird. I guess they swapped that in instead of showing more of Matilda and her family.

[girlvinland]

Ok lol, this is stupid as hell but I feel the need to liveblog my reaction to this book I'm reading bc 1) it's a mass-market romance novel (which I never read so it's an exciting adventure for me) and 2) actually I think that's all, just the one reason. I'm putting under a read more bc I know it's not important but I'm doing this for my own sanity.

Ok. I was "gifted" this book by virtue of being close to someone who works at a bookstore and being given advanced readers that seem like ones I'd be interested when they come in. This particular one is one of those light, cheesy popcorn books; it's wlw romance which I'm not a stranger to but when I want that kind of thing I almost exclusively read historical fiction/romance. So this is a silly one to me.

The premise is one woman works at a gym, she gets invited to her gay best friend's sister's wedding, the bride doesn't want to get married and ditches the fiance, then they get together. Idk lol, but sure. I'm gonna keep updating my thoughts as I go through this bc like I said, these kind of light romance novels are not something I ever read (except in one instance where my friend made me read one from a series she really likes and I just couldn't do it man [ok I still did for her but I didn’t enjoy it]. I'm sorry if you do enjoy them, it's fine and good but not for me).

Ok to start off with, I think the relationship between the MC and her best friend is cute- he reminds me of one of my best friends in middle/high school and their conversations bounce off each other in similar ways. But it's also really cringe bc every other line is like he's SO gay he flirts with EVERY man he sees and has a MILLION toxic exes, etc.

Anyway. He makes her come with him as his date to his sister's wedding, with the bonus implication that she can get a promotion at the gym (bc his parents own it). MC goes along with it, as her dream is to own her own gym and she wants to make herself look better, whatever.

Not even the FIRST day they get to where the wedding is going to be, she runs into the bride and is already horny, also I have to share this little snippet bc lmao???

Hot cow eyes. Okay.

Anyway, the next day comes and the wedding is going to be at one of those massive complexes where there's like a mansion people stay and the actual wedding is in a barn and the theme is like that tacky rustic kind of thing. Whatever (also sorry if you like that- again, just not my thing).

MC gets too drunk at the open bar before the rehearsal dinner and makes a fool out of herself, then runs to the bathroom only to hear crying from one of the stalls. She knocks and is like "hey are you ok? i have to check bc 'girl code'". The woman crying opens the stall and they start talking. MC tries to pull out some tissues from her purse but instead pulls out a napkin of cocktail shrimp (ok I did laugh bc I would also steal cocktail shrimp for later, I would not eat them in the bathroom though, which is what she proceeds to do).

Anyway, the woman (who is obviously the bride but MC doesn't know that yet bc she's never met her best friend's sister[???]) is like "wehhh I had to come here and things w/ my SO are not great, I wish I could leave him" and MC is like "ok, then do it". Bride is like "I can't break up with him at a wedding!"

They keep talking and later MC finds out it was actually the bride and is like oh fuck, I essentially told the bride to ditch the groom.

The bride does ditch the groom and flees the country on the honey moon alone (???) then returns and is like "everyone's mad at me oh noooo".

And that's where I've left off so far and OKAY. This woman annoys me already lmao like as someone who has called off an engagement WHY would you do it the day before the wedding?? I know this is a common trope in these kinds of things but jesus christ lmao. Yeah I wonder why everyone is pissed maybe bc you never SAID anything and people sunk tens of thousands of dollars into it and whatever. And she clearly knew like?? Idk man. When I got engaged it took a couple months before I was really honest w/ myself, but I knew I didn't want to drag it out/hurt myself and the other person and the families involved in so many ways by keeping it going until the last moment?? Stupid. Like it’s okay to realize something isn’t right for you and work through it but at least try to be considerate and responsible? Although I did really feel her when she was talking about how "nothing was wrong in the relationship, so I just kept going with it". Damn, I don't need bad romance novels to make me feel things like that lol.

ANYWAY. I will be back when I read more, if you read all this I am very sorry. I had a lot of caffeine today bc in between reading this I've had to work on last minute project stuff when I was needed and I'm super wired rn.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Mission: steal the bride [A. C] part 1

Adrian Chase x fem!reader

Word count: 4.1k

MASTERLIST

PART 2

Summary: You and Adrian are the best of friends since you moved from the UK to the US. After the death of your grandfather, you find out about an event that changes everything and you find yourself involved in an arranged marriage. Vigilante needs to get the team together before it's too late. The mission? Steal the bride.

A/N: OK, I know perfectly well that I have had good ideas for fics and I only leave them halfway, so I decided to write this one almost completely and then post it. Currently, I only have a couple of chapters left, but I will do my best to finish them soon. Tell me if you liked this one, I promise it'll be good! (or so I hope, lol)

You sighed, feeling your head throbbing and the suitcase in your hand as heavy as a ton. You had traveled for 7 hours, lost a few more at the airport, and had to drive back to Evergreen, making that day a complete mess. You just wanted to get home and sleep for a week. Shit, you wanted to lay in bed and never wake up.

You had grown up in a small town in the United Kingdom, in a huge house, surrounded by all kinds of things and the most capricious people that could exist in the world. Your parents weren't that stupid, but as far as the rest of the family was concerned, they were just evil.

So it was no surprise that as soon as you came of age you decided you wanted to flee the continent. Literally. So, you ended up in the United States to study at university. To be honest, it was a totally different life than what you were used to: warmer weather, they were a little more careless with their manners, junk food could be found on every corner… Hell, they had a president. Still, you weren’t discouraged and thought that the United States was a good opportunity to start a good life. You had to change many things and despite all the years that had already passed you still had a hint of the British accent that identified you as a foreigner, but that didn’t matter to you at all. You were away from your family and especially from your damn grandfather. As much as everyone denied it, that man was the one who kept all the parasites. Including your parents and, in your time, yourself. That is why a part of you had wanted so much to leave your home, to be able to say that you were taking care of yourself and that old man did not have the right to manipulate your life only for the money he gave you. It was hard to find a job that could pay for college, your apartment, and your personal expenses, but somehow (usually by cutting back on meals or taking a shower once every other day) you managed to do it and get by on your own.

But not everything was so bad. Currently you had a good job working for the government (blessed democracy) and you had many friends. It was practically your life, in a few years you had forgotten everything you had lived in that cold and cloudy country so that everything was replaced with your wonderful life in the picturesque town of Evergreen.

Well until now.

♪ I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world. Life in plastic, it's fantastic ♪

It was your phone and you almost groaned at the thought of having to answer a call. You were sure it would be your parents, asking for the thousandth time what they already knew perfectly well. Or did you think maybe it would be one of your aunts, or a cousin, or nephews, or…

"Adrian!" you spoke, you barely swiped your finger across the screen to answer "Fuck, I'm so happy you called me"

"I could notice it" you heard from the other side. Hearing his voice was so reassuring and made you momentarily forget about all your problems. "Are you back yet?" he asked and you hummed back “How was your whole trip? Did you go out for tea with your close friend the queen or some very British shit like that?” he scoffed.

That was one of the things that made you absolutely love America: Adrian Chase.

You met him during the first months you arrived in the country when you applied for a job in an Italian restaurant that only accepted you because they were desperate enough. But you would be eternally grateful that you worked as a busgirl because during that period you met the sweetest and kindest guy you could ever meet.

It didn't take long for you to hit it off (although everyone insisted that Adrian was a freak) and you were surprised to see how gracious he was when you explained that you had moved out of the country to start from scratch. He helped you find a better job and became your first new friend. So when you stopped working at Fennel Fields you continued to see each other and it took a few months for him to become your best friend.

You had friends before, many, but none like him. In England, everyone seemed to want to flatter you, as if your family's money (not even your family's, your grandfather's) was a reason for people to kiss your feet.

But Adrian didn't know anything about that. For him, you were just a worker just as miserable as he was, who he could make fun of and with whom he could laugh. And even when he found out, nothing changed between you. He was a good friend, a very weird and sometimes stupid one, but at the end of the day, he was a true friend.

You didn't need to pretend anything with him, you didn't need to be a perfect lady or maintain your manners, you could just be yourself without hindrance.

And after knowing him for so many years you knew that you could tell him everything, that you could trust him completely, and that you could even kill for him and him for you. Not figuratively, you knew that at least he was willing to literally kill for you. Because come on, did he think you wouldn't find out at some point that the guy going out to take justice into his own hand was him?

“Drinking tea with the queen would have been more fun than being with my fucking family,” you muttered, continuing his joke.

“Y/N, you went to a funeral”

"And that's not why everyone has to be so boring" you snorted. Hearing him talk about the funeral your thoughts returned to the present and again you felt a knot forming in your entire stomach “We need to talk, by the way. I want to know what stupid things you did while I was gone.”

“I'm actually calling you from jail. I know you just got back, but I need you to use your millions to pay for a few things."

Your millions. The words made you want to throw up.

“Don't be a fool” you replied. You could feel his smile from the other end of the phone "Listen, right now I'm dying of sleep and exhaustion, but tomorrow after your work we can go out somewhere?"

"Of course," he answered. Suddenly you heard what seemed to be a gasp and the sound that knives make when they fly through the air.

"Are you busy at work?"

“Something like that” he laughed. Again, another couple of noises, as if someone had wanted to attack him “I just wanted to make sure you were alive and safe, is it okay if I hang up? I have a situation here”

"Okay" you murmured, although you really wanted to keep hearing his voice "Send me a message later"

"Yeah," he answered in a gasp. Sure enough, things had gotten complicated, but you knew you didn't have to worry, as he still had time to talk on his phone “Tomorrow you tell me all the disgusting, dirty details. I hope you brought me a souvenir” you heard him a joke, again between gasps and shouts that were not his “See you, love!” he said goodbye, without giving you time to answer something before his sudden compliment. Maybe he just missed you and hence his impulse to call you that.

You sighed again and lay down on the bed, feeling the tears already gathering at the edge of your eyes. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep.

The next day you were showered, unpacked, and as rested as your horrible problems would allow. You wished you had never gone to that funeral, you thought what would have happened if you had simply ignored your parents' call to tell you that that man you saw with his frown and arrogant expression had finally passed away.

You wanted to continue to be happy in Evergreen as you had been for so many years, but from that moment on you knew that was an impossible hope.

"What's kickin', little chicken?" you suddenly hear. You were so immersed that you didn't notice when someone had sat down on the bench next to you. It was him.

"Vi!" you said happily, as you wrapped him in a hug. Actually, he allowed you to call him that because no one could imagine that it was his alter ego and he also loved hearing that nickname between your lips "Oh, I missed you so much" you whispered against his shirt, which apparently was still his uniform. You loved how he looked in this because Adrian didn't usually wear formal clothes and he also reminded you of the day you met him. How could you keep a job for so many years, anyway? You never thought about it.

"Of course you did, I'm very missable" he murmured and you burst out laughing.

“How was your day, pretty boy?" you exclaimed, daring to call him affectionately, while you were thinking how you would start telling him all the shit you were into. You didn't want to do it, you would have liked to just go ahead and pretend that nothing was wrong. But you had to.

Adrian had never been shy about speaking, so he began to tell you a lot about what life had been like for him during your stay in England. You liked to listen to him talk while he made those weird movements with his hands to explain things, which you had always found absolutely cute.

As much as you tried not to, at some point, you stopped listening to him and your mind began to be consumed by the need to tell him that. You needed to see his reaction, to know if the stupid idea that had crossed your mind when you were in England was a possible working plan.

“Adrian, I'm getting married” you blurted, out of nowhere, stopping abruptly.

Apparently, before you said that he had asked you a question, but you knew that maybe he wasn't expecting that answer. You thought he would do anything, maybe yell at you, look confused, get angry, cry… but instead, he just laughed out loud. His laugh always comforted you, but it didn't seem like the time.

"I saw that movie the other day, it's good"

Movie? What the hell was he talking about?

"What?" you asked in a whisper, but he kept his smile.

“Yes, that one about Spiderman” he explained, but you still didn't understand “I asked you: Do you wanna get some chow mein? And you answered I'm getting married like Mary Jane and Peter do” he continued. You hadn't even realized that was his earlier question, but you definitely didn't want to mimic a movie. But he didn't seem to fully understand.

“Adrian” you repeated. Your eyes were looking into his, hoping that the seriousness of your words would make him react “I'm getting married. Really”

He fell silent. He was looking for something in your face that would reveal that what you just said was a joke or was the beginning of a funny story. But there was nothing but seriousness in your eyes, and he could swear there was even a little fear.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, still smiling a little. Perhaps there was a logical explanation or perhaps the British had another meaning for that expression. But when he saw you about to cry, he felt like crying too.

"God, this is so fucked up and I don't know how to explain it," you sobbed. He was afraid you would burst into tears in the middle of the park so he gently held you and led you to a nearby cafe. The truth was he didn't care about the place, he just looked for the most private table he found so you could explain to him why you were about to cry and why you said you were going to get married. As far as he knew you didn't have a partner (he would have been the first to know) unless you had fallen head over heels in love with someone in a week.

"Okay," he exclaimed once you were seated. You were still holding his arm as if you needed it to keep you grounded. “Are you getting married because you're pregnant? Some idiot wants to force you?” he asked in your direction. You almost squeak, “Well, if you're not then explain to me where you're getting married so suddenly came from. Were you secretly dating someone? Or are you just saying that at some point in your life you want to get married? Because if that's the case, I don't understand what's wrong with it, a lot of people get married…”

"I say it like marrying someone specific and soon" you interrupted him. The conversation would have been easier if you had perhaps started talking about more general things before giving him the big blow, but now there was no going back. He watched you for a while, looking for what to say or do, because according to what he had learned from him when someone told you they were getting married you had to congratulate them, but now it didn't seem right.

“You don't look happy” was all he said. Of course you weren't happy.

You took a deep breath to calm your urge to cry and then exhaled, repeating this process about three times. Adrian waited patiently and then listened to you speak.

“My grandfather was a miserable son of a bitch, let's start there. And he was also responsible for financially supporting a bunch of ticks that take advantage of the fortune inherited from him for millennia. So he was grumpy and rude to everyone, but still, the family used his money to survive” you started to tell him. The boy was looking at you intently and you could feel his hand on yours as if he was giving you encouragement. “A few years ago, my family in England found out that the old man had a heart condition and that it would only be a matter of time before he died. Once he died it was logical that his inheritance would be distributed among his children and for this reason, my uncles and aunts began to compulsively buy things that they were sure they would pay for once the money was in their hands” you told him. Up to this point, everything was fine, he couldn't notice any problem “Time passed and he finally died. My parents called me for the funeral and I went, as you could tell, but in addition to the funeral, we would also do the reading of the will” you began to tremble a little and Adrian noticed it, so he moved you a little closer to him “And It turns out that the inheritance was in the hands of only one person: me” you whispered and waited a bit to continue with your story “He left all his money and properties to the only granddaughter who doesn’t live in England, the only one who didn’t steal his money to live and that he had made his own life. At first glance, this may seem like a blessing, I mean, millions of money that came right to me without doing anything at all: it seems like the greatest act of love of all. But that man hated me more than any member of the family, so he left a condition for me to receive the inheritance” again, you waited a moment “I have to get married. Get married seriously, for at least 5 years and it has to be legal. If I don't comply with that, all the money will be distributed among God knows how many organizations and their children will be evicted from the properties that still belonged to him” a bitter laugh left you, tears had already run down your cheek “He knew that of all his granddaughters I was the one who least wanted to get married and probably wouldn't. He knew that my parents are still in one of the properties in his name and he also knows that they have enormous debts, as do most of my family. The idiot found a way to fuck all of us over even when he was dead and now, I have to fulfill that condition to put my parents and the whole family out of misery or they will hate me for the rest of my stupid life” you expected Adrian to say something, anything, but he kept quiet to let you finish “And no one in the family wasted any time. They arranged a nice marriage with a guy I've known since childhood named Gordon Thomas that will apparently make the family fortune even bigger. That's how I'm screwed and, in a month, I'll be walking down the aisle to damn myself for eternity. Or at least for the next 5 years.”

You looked at him, with glassy eyes, waiting for him to respond to your crazy story. But he just kept looking at you, for longer than you wanted, as if his brain was struggling to assimilate all the information you just gave him.

“You are getting married,” he said out loud. He needed to say it to believe it as if he had to taste it in his mouth to take it in.

"Is that all you have to say?" you asked when you noticed her silence. A part of you wanted so badly to notice some negative reaction in him. You wanted me to tell you anything to stop you and you would, it just took him to say it.

But over the years Adrian had learned to hide some feelings very well, while he allowed himself to show you others.

"It's not so bad," he exclaimed. Really? He thought it wasn't bad? "He is a good man? I mean… has he been nice to you?” he questioned him curiously. Shit, Adrian was really asking you that and you felt like you would melt right there.

He was so sweet and kind and tender and completely perfect for you and you wished he would utter a negative at the thought of you marrying, but instead he was trying to find an advantage in your now-fiancé.

“Even if he is a good man, do you think I should marry him?” you insisted. You wanted him to give you his opinion, maybe you were making a mistake and he could have a more neutral version of the facts.

He considered it for a few moments, again, and you moved your leg impatiently.

"It's your decision" he clarified "If you really care enough about your family to make this sacrifice... then do it"

"I don't give a damn about my family" you clarified "I'd let them rot in shit without thinking twice"

"And why don’t you do it?" he asked.

“My parents. I can't do that to them. To my father, especially”

Adrian didn't know what else to say. You looked down at the floor and suddenly felt the need to lean against his chest so he could wrap you in a hug. You were two adults sitting in a coffee shop without having ordered anything, lamenting about a wedding that was just around the corner.

“Your problems are so funny” you heard him say “You're worried because you have to marry an English man who's probably handsome to get millions in cash and property… by God, I can't imagine anyone in the world suffering more than you”

And with this, you burst out laughing. Laughing seriously, out loud, while you hid your face in the fabric of his shirt.

“I hate you so much” you murmured, while you felt his head leaning against yours. You continued in silence for a while, holding each other, until a girl interrupted the moment to take your order. Adrian ordered a couple of coffees and some waffles to share, while you wiped dry tears with the back of your hand. "I really sound like a moron complaining about this, don't I?" you asked and he couldn't help but smile.

“No” he replied, but it was obvious that he thought otherwise. The atmosphere was less tense at that time and you were able to breathe easily after days.

"God, I'm getting married in a fucking month" you exclaimed. You no longer sound worried or scared but resigned that it was an imminent event. Your hands covered your face and Adrian patted you on the back, in a strange, slow way.

“We can still find some way out of this”

Your heart raced when you heard we.

"Do you know anyone else who wants to marry me?" you asked and finally looked up. You expected him to give you some intelligent answer or a tiny part of you even wanted him to propose something to you, even if it was just a joke. But instead, you received only silence and a watchful eye on you "Exactly" you snorted, with a bitter smile. All your hopes died the moment he fell silent and the simple thought of asking Adrian for something had been buried deep in your chest. You were resigned, you were going to marry Gordon.

You were silent for a while longer until your coffee arrived and it didn't take long for the food to arrive too. You used your fork to absentmindedly pick at the fruit on top of the waffles, waiting for Adrian to dare to say something else.

"Then it is something definite: you are going to get married" he repeated as if it were something incredible to believe. You clicked your tongue and nodded, not looking at him.

"I'm leaving next week" you exclaimed and Adrian paled completely "I'm just here for some clothes and money, but my family wants me to be in England to plan everything"

“Oh”

“And I want you to come with me” you added. He frowned for a second and then seemed to understand what you just said.

"What?"

“I mean… I would like you to travel with me. You don't have to pay anything” you clarified, a little nervous because it almost seemed like you gave him an order “And you don't have to come if you don't want to, I know you have to work at Fennel Fields and you also have your, huh, night job, but…”

"Yes" he interrupted you "I want to go with you" he murmured, afraid that you would regret it. He would probably have to ask one of his few friends to cover all his shifts while he was away and the city would probably be left unprotected by his absence and if there was an emergency with the 11th Street kids… fuck it, it didn't matter.

You were his best friend, he was going to support you.

"Really?" you asked, with that sparkle in your eyes that Adrian loved to see.

“Of course I am. I'm not going to miss out on an all-expenses-paid trip.” he teased with a smile, while you nudged him lightly with your shoulder.

“I'm serious. You don't have to if you don't want to, but you can't imagine how terrified I am to be alone there, I feel like the whole world will swallow me. Besides… you're practically like family” you explained and that made his heart race a little. Of course he felt the same way, but he was still taken aback by your saying such things to him “And if we get bored, we can sneak away and I'll show you the best places in town” you added, making him smile.

Again, silence for a long time. Your eyes were on him, trying to figure out what were the thoughts that were going through his head at that moment.

“Y/N I think right now we have to go and get drunk until you throw up so you can forget about this shit,” he suggested, looking at you with those green eyes behind his glasses. You smiled and the man could see the weariness behind your grin, wishing he could do something to help you.

"It's the best idea you've ever had"

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[rphelperblog]

Chicago Med Rp Meme

inspired by @whomuses​

“What’s the difference between God and a doctor? God knows he’s not a doctor.”

“Every dumb, mean, stupid, vicious thing gets a light shown on it. The world would be a much better place, a much safer place, if people would just shut up.”

“Pride. It can literally kill you”

“People think sex is a touchy subject. Believe me, money is a lot touchier”

“You can’t erase things, but you can write over them.”

“Yeah, younger patients are the hardest. Very tough to draw a line between an actual disorder and good old fashioned adolescence.”

“Losing hope is not a sign of mental illness. It’s a sign of being human.”

“I became a doctor to save peoples lives!”

“In any case, the problem’s been resolved, and we can get back to business, saving lives, making money.”

“Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not after you.”

“Another maniac going crazy in a theater. This the world we live in?”

“Try thinking like a doctor and not like a pregnant woman.”

You have my permission to go ahead as long as you can do so safely.”

Oh my gosh. Is everyone all right?”

Nobody’s dead.”

Great. When were you going to tell me?”

Maybe I just got tired of hearing the sound of my own voice.”

You hired a nurse for a reason.”

It's my decision! And I don't appreciate you trying to recruit more soldiers to your cause.”

No, I don't want to talk to my husband directly. That's why I hired a lawyer.”

I know you judge me, but in my country I was persecuted. I had to flee.”

I'm a surgeon. Show some respect.”

Those girls would have gone to someone else. At least I know what I'm doing.”

Hate me. Hate me as much as you want, bro. But I ain't walking away til I geet your consent for the surgery.”

Stop telling me things I already know.”

That you got off the black market because you don't have a license.”

I thought you said they were trying to help.”

How long have you been an alcoholic?”

You don't beat around the bush.”

They didn't do anything wrong. They shouldn't be punished.”

we can't let this play out in the media. The court that's really going to matter is the court of public opinion.”

That's quite a look. You enjoying hitting the lanes?”

It's mostly a fashion statement, but I do enjoy rolling a ball once in a while.”

Good. One less crisis to worry about but this guy's still trying to die.”

So you're putting me in purgatory instead?”

Okay. So we're on safe ground legally. What about morally?”

You are, but we're running out of time.”

How are your 15 minutes going?”

Yep. And two vaccinated, consenting adults.”

An innocent little baby had to suffer while there are a bunch of crooks in this world who get away with everything.”

For a soldier to ask for help, for a soldier to be afraid they might be one of 'them', that they could fall apart at any second.”

I think of people like you, people who served over there. You have so much courage, but when it comes to saving yourselves...”

Poor little girl. What did she ever do to deserve this?”

Is this gonna keep happening? Is it gonna get worse?”

I would too. That's why I like it down here. I'm -- I'm not good with suffering. It's just...too much up there.”

Nice fricking move. Right on sister. I knew you were smart.”

He's given me so much. How do I ever pay that back? “

How do you know you haven't already?”

I guess we're all given our measure of suffering. God's medicine”

I promise, from now on, I'll never argue with you.”

You will be an attending, so you won't have to argue with me. You can just boss me around.”

My fear is, is that you're gonna find a way to get yourself kicked off the staff. I'm curious to see how long it'll take.”

You dope. Nobody overrules him.”

Damned if you do and damned if you don't. I admit, it's a bit of a double standard. What can I say?”

I'm pretty sure that if that were me, I'd be raked over the coals by you right now.”

It doesn't have to make sense to us. If he believed he would longer if his wounds were dressed in green bandages, then we give him green bandages.”

Oh, come on, they barely have the energy to play canasta...whatever that is.”

It's not my job to listen. I'm a doctor. It's my job to decide what's best for him. “

You know, there's a reason for that. There's this new study out, says dating can lead to marriage.”

It's just a friendly dinner.”

Wonderful, the guy enforcing the rules is the one who's always breaking them.”

I suspect it was ego more than altruism. Great surgeons know the balance. You're confident, not arrogant. I like that,”

he totally snores, but I don't mind. Oh, he does this thing where he shoots his dirty boxers into the hamper like a buzzer beater. [beat] Anyway, it's cute.”

totally snores, but I don't mind. Oh, he does this thing where he shoots his dirty boxers into the hamper like a buzzer beater. [beat] Anyway, it's cute.

And discipline? Is that a nice way of saying I'm a tight ass?”

What you're doing may be legal, but it sure as hell isn't right. “

This is an emotional process. I can understand you're upset.”

Is this a happy ending?”

you think you know better...sounds like something you'd bust my balls for.”

This is why we all worked so hard to send you to medical school? So you could keep a bunch of party animals from getting hangovers?”

You've got to be kidding me. Ginger Spice is our doctor!”

Some idiot in supply added a zero to my order, so instead of four dozen, I...”

I always kind of envied the kids who went to church. You know, they were part of something. It's like they had their own tribe.

Oh, family drama, now you're in my wheelhouse!

You're family. We rise and fall together.

Only as often as the state requires.

So they ever give you guys breaks?

Then again, how many jobs are there where you literally get to save lives? 

Hey, take it from a former alter boy. Baptism's a piece of cake. A lot easier than a bris.

But I'm not religious. Wouldn't it be hypocritical?

Eh, think of it like a vaccination. Do it and get it over with.

Do you know the single greatest challenge that I face is trying to convince people that depression isn't a sign of weakness?

You're a good doctor. The world needs good doctors, you ass.

You don't like Chicago style popcorn? 

Mixing caramel and cheese flavors?

Sweet and salty. It's the greatest duo.

you're my brother, and I love you. But you need to grow up.

Why do you always take things out on me?

You know, when I'm faced with a snarling dog, I try to remind myself it's self-preservation that's making him show his teeth.

You don't have to show me how smart you are. And you don't have to please me. Just learn.

I've been an ass. Not just today -- since last week. Before that. I should not have yelled at you.

You? Wrong? Amazing.

Boy's will always want to be better than their fathers, which is precisely what their fathers want.

Oh, come on -- sport's the oldest form of group therapy. We yell, we scream. Testosterone spikes. Every now and then, we even get to believe in a miracle.

People do that sometimes. They sense they're at the end and they just want to die in a clean bed.

He saw something. You'll have to ask him when he wakes up.

This is not about you. This about *her* and what *she* wanted.

[hopefulstarfire]

My free time thinking about any and all of my ocs is spent with incorrect quotes so have some for the ygo ocs I've sent to @kohakuhime for an eternity now lmfao.

Kat: You kidnapped Kaibas' little brother? That's illegal! Max: But, Kitty Girl, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing little Mokuba, or destroying our chance at bringing Cecelia back? Kat: Kidnapping Mokuba Kaiba, Max!

Maddox: Hey, your boyfriend and Kaiba are in a screaming match outside, shouldn't you do something about it? Iris: You're right, I should. Iris: closes window Maddox: Iris: sips coffee in Not My Problem

Ellie to Raphael: I love sleeping with my head on your chest so I can hear you breathe. Alister to Iris: I recorded you snoring so you can hear how loud you are and why I can't sleep.

Kat: Okay, I found a foolproof method of figuring out if somebody's evil. Iris: And that is? Kat: If they don't like Ellie, they're evil. Iris: Yeah, that checks out.

Bakura: to Ryou and Kat Okay, I ruined your lives. But didn't you have fun? Bakura: Exactly. Relax.

Dartz: Anything you say in the next 30 seconds is free, starting now. Ellie: I think you're arrogant. A bad ruler. Manipulative. Twisted. You have a God Complex and don't think of anyone but yourself. Dartz: Alright-- Ellie: Wait, I still have 23 seconds and I'm not done.

Kaiba: Why do I keep you around? Iris: Because the alternative would be developing a conscience of your own.

Iris: Ah, yes, the five love languages. Iris: points to Maddox Touch starved. Iris: points to Kaiba My parents never told me they were proud of me. Iris: points to Kat I love Stuff. Iris: points to Raphael I'm so fuckin tired please God just let me rest for five minutes. Iris: points to Valon Hey, pay attention to me.

Kat: Why are you problematic? Bakura: Just for fun.

Kat: filming a video So, we've gotten to the point in our lives where my brother comes home and says, "Kitty girl! I brought home a potentially cursed item!" Max: The key word is "potentially." Kat: The key word is "CURSED"!!

Maddox: Why do you have a safe filled with passports? Rishid: In case we have to flee the country. Maddox: This…is really illegal, holy shit. Marik: putting on a fake mustache Then, I guess it's time for Ricardio Montalbaum to take a Mediterranean vacation.

Ellie: Alister, are you doing okay? Alister: Why? Ellie: You asked if painkillers work on emotions?

Seto: Did you tell anyone that we're dating? Kat: Yes, Seto, I have no self control and told everyone we're dating. Seto: Okay, no need for sarcasm. Kat: No, seriously, I have no control and I told everyone we know we're dating.

Raphael: I'm a gentleman. gestures to Ellie She's a feminist. As soon as I walk her home, she insists on walking me home. Raphael: We can't stop. Raphael: It's been 39 days.

Iris: I'm in love with you. Alister: We called off the prank war at midnight last night, dork. Iris: I know. Alister: Alister: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool--

Ellie: Don't hurt me! I'm married! Gurimo: Do you really think I care? Ellie: Oh, no, you misunderstood. That was a warning. Raphael: kicks the door down

Seto: sitting at his desk with paper and some fancy pens Love is a weakness. It's an evolutionary mistake. Iris: You're literally making Kat a Valentines Day card right now. Seto: You're on thin fucking ice, McGinnis.

Meredith: sees Joey hurt Oh, you poor thing! Joey: woozy from blood loss Ey, don't bring my financial status into this.

Rishid: Maddox, would you do me a favor? Maddox: I would literally die for you, but go on.

Kat: Seto? Seto: Yeah? What is it? Kat: Kat: Would you still love me if I was a worm? Seto: Seto: What-- Seto: Alright, you're going to have to define some things for me. Kat: A-alright? Seto: Is this you yourself morphing into a worm like in that stupid Beetlejuice movie, or is this you becoming a normal earthworm with your still consciousness or is this just you being a worm? Kat: All three. Seto: Okay. In the two scenarios where you keep your consciousness, where you're a you sized worm versus a normal sized worm, yes I'd still love you. If you just became a worm, though, I'd put you in a terrarium or something so you can live out the rest of your worm days comfortably. Kat: emotional My brother said it was a good idea dating you for a reason! Bakura: Hey, what if I became a worm? Kat: You would be smashed--

Alister: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Raphael: Let me guess; Iris said "I love you" and you said "Thanks"? Alister: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL--

Marik: Maddox, I keep telling you, I have no idea what this is about. Maddox: Oh, come off it, you know what you did. Marik: I've done a lot of things, Mads. I need to know which one you found out about!

Ellie: I'm so happy I could kiss you! Raphael: nervous laughter Neat. later Raphael: laying face down on his bed I can't believe I said "neat". Neat! Nobody says neat anymore! It's not neat to say neat, but I said it anyways! Valon: 'Ey, don't beat yourself up. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember wha' 'appened when Serenity kissed me? Alister: Alister: Didn't you say crikey? Valon: Valon: I said crikey.

Maddox: You know why you've never heard of a ghost haunting an apartment? Why there's never been an apartment ghost? Maddox: Cause I'll break this lease. Maddox: I don't care about this lease. I'm 24. Credit's not real to me yet. I'll move in today and move out today. I don't care. I own seven things, it'll take me forty three minutes. Maddox: I'll move back in with my Mom, she misses me.

Iris: Helpful grammar tip! Farther is for physical distance, further is for metaphorical distance and father is for emotional distance. Ellie: Ellie: deeply concerned Who hurt you? Iris: My father.

Everyone singing Happy Birthday to Seto Seto: It was a bit pitchy, but I'll let it slide. Iris: And you're a bit bitchy, but we never say anything out loud, because we're nice people. Seto: Seto: Fair enough.

Bakura: You can trust me. Let's not forget who broke you out of the hospital yesterday. Maddox: Let's not forget WHO SHOT ME!

Maddox: Were you and Iris kissing? Alister: What? N-no. Of course not! Raphael: Her lipstick's on your mouth. Alister: Alister: We happen to wear the same shade?

Raphael: eating something Raphael: Raphael: It's bananas. Ellie: setting this up to prank him, snickering proudly You hate bananas. Raphael: trying not to laugh Ellie. Raphael: I can't do bananas. You know I hate bananas. Ellie: still laughing I'm sorry. Raphael: smiling This was very low.

Iris: The last thing you want is to get on Alisters' bad side. Duke: There's a good side? Iris: Yes, and believe it or not, you're on it. Your tires aren't slashed, no dog turds in the mailbox and the nurses I work with don't think you have syphilis.

Kidnapper: on the phone Get me a hundred thousand in the next 24 hours if you want your little girlfriend back. Kat: in the background A HUNDRED TH-- YOU THINK I'M ONLY WORTH A HUNDRED THOUSAND!? Kidnapper: Kat: MAKE IT A BILLION! Seto: Kat, I swear to God--

Kat: My life was ruined the day I met Bakura. Bakura: For fucks sake, you asked me for help, darling, THAT'S ON YOU! Kat: I'm sorry, do you have the therapy stick?? Bakura: Bakura: No-- Kat: Then can it.

[spirit-of-vengeance]

7th ROTG anniversary. Time to get emotional.

I never written this down, but now I feel the need due to the intense nostalgia and the notice of how quickly time is fleeing. I have a tale to tell, I need to share my story about how this film changed my life. Warning: it's long.

Brief into: I believed in the Santa, Easter Bunny (I really wanted in the Toothfairy too and unfortunately never heard about Jack or Sandy) even when I was 10. (Which was considered pretty old to believe) I even got into an argument with my teacher in the 3rd grade because she said 'stop being childish, they aren't real' because I was excitedly whispering with my classmate about catching the Santa this year. A boy, who ironically looked exactly like Jack Frost began endlessly teasing me and calling me stupid for still thinking he's real. On the way back home with mom I confronted her about this, not giving up until she told me whenever he was right or not. Backed into a corner, she was forced to give up. I cried every day for weeks. The magic was ripped away from me.

Year 2012, December. I'm 11 and a victim of hardcore bullying since my whole life. Students, teachers and sometimes parents. To cheer me up, mom took me to the shopping center to watch a movie. We couldn't really decide & she saw a giant poster of North smiling at people. Her eyes lit up and excitedly said 'Let's watch that! ' I followed the direction of her finger and my face scrunched in malice "I am not watching a movie with the Santa. Its stupid. I'm a big girl, I want to watch a bloody action movie! " but she was unbending. She could bribe me into it with a large bowl of popcorn; I was still grumbling when the lights went out.

The change: first snowflakes, first notes of the piano worked like magic. I immediately shut up and wondered what actually happens here. Why is it so soothing? At the first few shots of the North Pole when North is working on the ice train, I jumped in my seat and I shit you not, I thought the Santa is actually getting murdered. My eyebrow rose higher when I realized that guy with the chainsaw and swords is the Santa. Unfortunately, I can't remember more first reactions; stress, depression, traumas really ruined my long term memory. It seems silly now, but I kept the last piece of popcorn what I was munching on during it, I still have it in a little jewel box; one of my sacred memories. The car ride back to home was quiet, I was staring out of the window my mind stirring with creativity.

Aftermath: 2013-2018; while my classmates were busy getting drunk, being a petty bitch, giving oral in the toilet, (yes. I am talking about elementary school.), getting laid, I was lost in a world of wonder. I learnt 60% of my English knowledge in 3 months with reading fanfiction. I browsed deviantart for hours and laughed my ass off at the hilarious, extremely well done fanarts.

I grew up on mostly Blackice videos I wasn't 100% aware what I'm actually seeing tho, I was exposed to gay ships from a young age and plot twist, nothing serious happened😀. My mental health wasn't shit because I saw the Bogeyman and the Winter spirit kiss.

I began talking to the Moon. I cried my pain to him. Sitting on my windowstill, debating whenever I should jump or not. My extraordinarily strong bond with my mom and this film were my only lifeline. I was making it through, in my own world. My imagination created wonderful sights, scenarios; at nights I was certain I can spot Sandy on his cloud, at Christmas North trying to push himself out of the chimney cussing, at Easter that enormous bunny running around, at winters mostly yelling at Jack 'get out of my country' because I'm a summer person, going to school on a chilly yet sunny autumn day and see Pitch standing on the edge of the misty forest.

I began to change, respond to the pressure from my bullies. My personality began to morph. See the wonder in everything; like North. There's hope and spite, don't dare to give up; like Bunny. Awaken and enjoy creativity; like Sandy. Shit on the rules and have a damn good time no matter what; like Jack. Cherish memories and friends; like Tooth. Be ruthless and stand up from the most brutal blows; like Pitch. And never forget, the Moon will always be there even when he's an antisocial dick and says nothing.

My aim, my dream was to write the sequel. When I was done I wanted to send it to William Joyce. I wrote 200+ pages, but unfortunately in Hungarian. I still don't know why I stopped, why I abandoned that plan.

I was looking for ROTG posters because I wanted to email them to my friend to show what I've been obsessed with. I was just lazily staring at a Pitch poster, realizing his V neck actually never closes - then my eyes crossed the date: November 21. I let out an ungodly shriek of disbelief and mirth. Mom rushed into the living room with terror and met with the sight of me screaming in ecstasy "RISE OF THE GUARDIANS CAME OUT ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!! "

Around 2016 I became really interested in this roleplay stuff and oh god I was terrible. Cindy Flame then was an always angry Mary sue but after years of practice, expanding she is a completely built, extremely complex character, flawed, strong, tragic and ruthless; divine yet oh so human. So I was making friends online, most of them failed, I think one of them committed suicide but that belongs to an another story.

I have been lurking Tumblr for 3 years? More? Because I had no idea how this site worked and I was shy because I thought my writing is not good enough I realize now I felt right. I admired blogs from afar, read their writing and falling deeper and deeper into this fandom.

Nearing present day: I actually came to Tumblr to pursue a friend of mine. I was borderline desperate because I've thought they are one of the last one in the fandom and it scared me. The fun thing is, I actually never interacted with them after making this blog. So I break this two year old spell and hi @kingofnxghtmares it's me, Jasmine😊 You don't have to answer/interact/or anything, I wanted to get everything off my chest and finally tagging you just felt right.

So now I'm on Tumblr. And I love every second it. I've found amazing friends, insanely dynamic muses, crack threads, angst, the chance to expand my muse even more and where I belong. So there I am, wondering where 7 years went. I've grown up (somewhat), and I'm glad I was protected from the 'disaster teenage years ', drinking, heartbreak, drugs, etc instead I grew up in a magical world interviewed with reality so closely; it became an escape place when reality became too heavy.

About ROTG & finale: masterpiece. The animation is insanely lifelike yet fantasy. Every tiny, microscopic detail is perfect, the characters, the storyline, the atmosphere original and capturing. The music is gut wrenching. Everything is absolutely, 200% on point. I don't think there ever will be an animated movie which can be better than Rise of the Guardians animation and/or storywise. No 'love is the answer ' movies can ever come close this iconic masterpiece no matter how they rip it off looking at Frozen 2😒

I watched it today (I have it in Spanish as well and I only can encourage everyone to watch it, the Spanish voice acting is, 100% in my opinion Pitch's bested Jude Law, damn that rich hiss of malice was incredible ) on my 18th birthday while cuddling with mom, laughing and heavy with nostalgia. I think I will remain in this fandom for a very long time, I don't think I would ever be able to let it go due to my deep emotional ties. I would like to thank everyone who were present in making this film, the artists who still keep this fandom alive, all of my friends, roleplay partners; thank you for brightening my childhood, giving me purpose and a place to belong.

To my all of my friends:

@paintbrushtheelf @muerte-rojo @nightmarinqs @mr-mansnoozie @gatekeeperoftheunderworld @50shadesofpitchblack @flossinspector @magicmiyeh

@black-equals-mysoul @nxghtlight @lindzem

I love all of you,

Jasmine

[ragnarssons]

You watch a show where a literal 12-year-old is raped by a much, much older man (Daenyries is 13 in the book, but you get the idea) and it's romanticised as a healthy relationship, but you're gonna object to a 12-year-old (Madi) shooting/killing someone? Grow up, it's badass. I'm guessing you had a fairly easy childhood based off of the both of those facts.

LMFAO. Okay, again a very brave “anon” sending assumptions about people they know nothing about. Yeah you can talk about bravery or badassery.First, it’s Daenerys* like, it’s not that hard to spell.Anyway. I watch GoT and I watch The 100, so idk why you’re arguing about “you watch that one sooo!” because I watch both. But just because I watch these show, doesn’t mean I condone every storyline happening on said shows. Guess what *shrugs* I also watched Shireen getting burnt alive by her own father! Again, doesn’t mean I like the storyline, just because I watch the show. The differences are:- GoT happens in a medieval settings, and I know people don’t like this argument, but there are some realistic elements to these storylines were very young girls are treated as women - expected to grow up fast - and are mistreated - raped and all. I knew what I was going into when I started watching GoT. - all these storylines are presented as BAD: Shireen is Stannis’ ultimate crime, Daenerys is on the verge of suicide because of Khal Drogo, and just because she’s learnt to adapt to survive, doesn’t mean it makes all the aspects of the relationship good or acceptable, nor does it wash over the fact that she was raped on their wedding night (on the show at least). - Emilia Clarke, despite playing a 15 yo on the show, was much older and tbh it helps making it easier to stomach. Lola is like 15 years old. The thing is, on The 100, it’s EXPECTED of the audience to cheer on that kid killing people. It’d be like GoT expecting us to cheer on Shireen getting murdered or Daenerys getting raped: it doesn’t! Seeing a child’s innocence getting butchered by life isn’t something I want to cheer to: whether it’s because that child is forced to become a killer, or is raped, or whatever else. I don’t need to “grow up” to find that badass: actually, anon, YOU should grow up and learn to cherrish the times of innocence in your life. I bet you’re some kind of “edgy teenager” thinking you know everything about life because you think a 12 yo holding a gun and shooting adults to survive is “badass”. Again, you’re bringing GoT into this: WEIRD, I had actually argued against GoT doing the same thing! As I said, I also don’t like Arya’s s4 storyline, BECAUSE the show is like “look at how badass she iiiis!!! Slowly killing a maaaan, BADASS!!!!” when NO I don’t think it is. On the show’s canon, at that point, Arya is like… 12 years old? Again, watching a 12 yo coldly murdering people and having no regard for human life is a NO to me. And guess what anon? You don’t get to tell people to “grow up” over anything they feel. You don’t get to make assumptions about people you know nothing about, just over tv shows and because you want to defend some shit writing that wants you to blindly be like “BLUUUUUUGH BADAAAAAAAS!!!” over kids killing people. Thing is, we literally have The 100 itself portraying the “duty” of killing other people, as a horrible thing happening to children: Lxa being forced into the “love is weakness” mentality and Luna having to FLEE her conclave in order to stay sane. So the show trying to make it all “badass” now because it’s Madi, NO THANK YOU. Madi was still forced into that position while there were 100 other possibilities of avoiding war WITHOUT putting a child on the front line, and forcing a piece of metal brainwashing her, into her skull! There are ACTUAL ADULTS who SHOULD take the responsability of leadership and not put it on children’s shoulders. That’s something that has made me progressively hate all the adult characters on this show: fuck Kane, Abby and Jaha, all cowards, letting kids to the dirty work for them. And fuck the Grounders for building their “culture” on the massacre of children and the idea of childhood. We know there are other options, from Madi’s family itself! Madi’s parents who hid her and protected her against this stupid culture! All for what? For the show to be like “?? what? It’s BADASS!” Uh, no.The show wanting us to be like “wow how crazy Clarke is for wanting to protect her child from a duty that got her ex-girlfriend MURDERED and that could ruin her entire childhood- not to mention, put her life in danger??” is just stupid. I’ll NEVER be okay with a bunch of adults, dropping responsability on a 12 years old, rather than DOING THINGS themselves. Like, actually being adults, and doing the hard choices themselves- something Clarke did last season- for her child’s sake, and if anything, I can at least admire her for that. The best stories are the ones where human emotions aren’t thrown into a void of inhumanity for the sake of “badass storytelling”. To me, THE BEST tv show and hero, by far, are ATLA and Aang. So many people call him selfish for wanting to hold on to “his values” while there’s a war. But it’s actually the bravest thing to do. Not being eaten and destroyed by war or conflict or people trying to destroy you. Aang’s journey (and I’d say, probably the Elric’s brothers journey, from FMAB) is top-notch because they show you how it’s possible to do good, badass, world-changing things WITHOUT getting corrupted by the world, or war. Everything hard in life shapes you, but it doesn’t have to destroy you or change you. It’s also what is so strong about Harry Potter, and what makes The Hunger Games so tragic. I can’t believe we live in a world today, where people would rather see children butchering other human beings, rather than children learning the value of life, or the value of everything that is good about their childhood. I can’t believe we live in a world where people can watch Aang’s journey and call it boring, or call him selfish, for wanting to remain what he feels like is himself with values that make him a human being, able to live with himself, despite war and everything horrible that’s happened to him. I can’t believe we live in a world so disensitized to violence and destruction (whether it’s in fiction or irl), to the point of being okay when it reaches children. I can’t believe we live in a world where fiction puts guns/swords in kids’ hands, has them murdering people, and viewers/readers are just like “!!!! this badass 9 years old butchering people!!!” (in Arya’s case) or “!!!!!! badass 12 years old madi who was once thinking about berries for her hair but loves to kill people now!!! bad-ass!!!!”. You’re allowed to be critical of the works of fiction you consume, you know that, right? You’re allowed to think “hey… that’s not right!” when an author or a director portrays something on screen, you know that, right? I know actual REAL nine years old. Would I ever want them to become like Arya, like Carl? I know 12 years old, would I ever want them to see become like Madi? NO. And even if it’s “just fiction” portraying these children doing these things, I’ll still say it’s WRONG to do so. I mean, yeah it’s easier to just want some badass fighting sequences, it’s easier to want to go the easy way where it’s bing bang boom!, everyone dies and there are badass explosions! It’s not what I want/like when I consume fiction. It’s not the characters I want to cheer for when I watch something. And guess what, shit-anon? I know that precisely because I had a tough childhood. A childhood where I wasn’t allowed to be a child because I had to “grow up” - as you say it so nicely - faster than any other of my friends because I had to deal with stuff. But HEYYY you know everything, right, anon?? Because you are out there, shaming people for not cheering for a child taking people’s lives on a tv show. Good for you, you’ve managed to make me waste like 10 minutes of my time answering to you, now go back crawling to your “anonymous” corner and go harrass someone else- or maybe, idk, if you think children being enrolled in wars is “badass”, go in some foreign countries and go cheer for these kids who are constantly thrown in the middle of conflicts they have nothing to do with? I mean? It’s “badass”, right, childhood being butchered by war and death? Yeh. So badass.

[quinquinis]

hey, can you please write another crossover between White Collar and Batman? like a oneshot or something, but i really like how you tie everything together. like maybe where he hadn't deleted his existence off of the internet and was found out as Dick sometime while working for the FBI. and like, everyone was shocked that rich-boy Grayson was grand-thief Caffrey. XD thanks, any theme you use is good though, i'm just really into your AU.

I don’t know if this is what you were thinking about but enjoy:

Bruce tried, Neal suffers and Nightwing drops in on Peter

Bruce had tried. He was exhausted and beaten and could no longer put up the fight. He could only hope his eldest son would forgive him.

"Hacked the wifi yet?" Jason asked Tim from his corner of the elevator. Tim, sitting right by the buttons, had pulled out some cords and was using them to try and get his tablet computer online.

"Didn't we get you a portable wifi modem?" Bruce questioned.

Tim hummed and crouched down, placing the screen on his legs. "That won't get me unrestricted access to the FBI. Nor will it tell me where we are." Bruce had no doubt that Tim could find a way around that but, it seemed his middle child wanted to do things the messy way.

"We're on the tenth floor, going up," Damian said in his 'you're stupid' tone. He pointed to the floor indicator on the button panel above Tim's head.

"They're inaccurate," Tim repeated. "And I want accuracy."

"Just don't get caught," Bruce sighed.

"-tt-" Damian pushed off the wall and Bruce glared at him.

"Damian!" he barked. "Against the wall."

"This is stupid," Damian huffed dropping back against the wall of his corner of the elevator.

"Then why did you come?" Tim snapped back.

"Because you were coming."

"Because I like the idea of walking right in and out of the FBI," Jason responded with a grin. "I think Red Hood is still on their watch list."

"I didn't ask you."

"He didn't ask you."

"Stick to your corners, boys!" Bruce said as they started to shift. How many more floors were there until the White Collar office anyway? He didn't think he'd survive the way things were going. "And I told you all to stay back at the hotel."

"Come on Bruce, that FBI agent said we should give our statements."

"After all, it's not every day we take down a fleeing suspect."

"Besides, this is the best team in the country. They even have a conman working for them."

"It's not the first time that's happened," Jason commented.

"This one supposedly stole the painting of St. George and the Dragon done by Raphael."

Damian rolled his eyes.

The elevator dinged.

Bruce tensed. It was time.

Bruce Wayne and sons walked into the office like they had stepped off the runway. Neatly and smartly dressed, Wayne and the two youngest were in suits while the other one was dressed in a blue button up shirt and black jeans with a jacket thrown over his shoulders.

They could give Neal a run for his money.

Neal's eyes widened and everyone wondered about that until the one in the jacket pointed at him.

"You!"

Neal pointed back and yelled at Bruce, "I thought you said you weren't going to bring them!"

Bruce looked like he had been caught between a rock and a hard place. He adjusted his tie while Jason growled at him.

"You knew?"

"I tried?" Bruce admitted to Neal, looking worn out for a moment.

A few of the agents felt for him. It was obvious he was out of depth with whatever was going on.

Up in his office, Hughes frowned at the sudden commotion. He walked out and popped his head in Peter's office.

"Is it Caffrey?" Peter asked with a put-upon sigh.

"Possibly. Wayne's here."

"Great," Peter groaned. They observed from above the bullpen.

A rather thin and short teenager had Neal pressed up against a wall with a finger shoved against his chest. Neal's hands were up in surrender and he had the smile of a conman whose con had just gone wrong.

"You know that the Raphael was my favourite!" Tim cried out. "Why'd you go and steal it?"

"Allegedly," Neal said, "no one has proved anything. Also, come on, Tim, you never saw it in real life anyway. It's not like it getting stolen affected you."

Damian cackled from where he was sitting on Neal's desk.

"Caffrey!" Hughes barked.

"This isn't my fault!" Neal whined back. Peter wondered about that. He was starting to understand why Neal had been twitchy whenever Wayne was mentioned and downright terrified of the man coming to the office.

Who knew Neal's reaction would have more to do with Wayne's children than Wayne himself?

"I do apologise for my children," Bruce sighed, causing Peter to jolt. The man had somehow appeared beside him without his notice. "They are... troublesome at times and it's been a while since they've seen their older brother."

"The guy in the jacket?" Peter questioned. He looked like a ringleader, standing behind Neal's desk and grinning at the others while he looked through Neal's drawers.

Bruce blinked. In an almost too-innocent tone he said, "no. That's Jason. He's the second eldest. I was taking about Richard... what did you call him? Caffrey? I was taking about Caffrey."

"I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" Hughes demanded to know. Richard Grayson was Bruce's first, taken in years ago and adopted only a couple of years back. "How is Richard related to Caffrey?"

"Hey, Dick! Why do you need a drawer full of ties?" Jason demanded to know with a wide grin in Neal's direction. He held up a blue tie which Peter had seen before. Neal wore it often but only in the office. If they went outside, he tended to change it. Neal had said that the tie was special and he didn't want anything to happen to it.

"Put that down Todd! I bought that for him!" Damian screeched, reaching across the desk to grab it.

"Everybody FREEZE!" Neal bellowed suddenly in a tone no one had ever heard from him before. It reminded Peter of Hughes or himself, the tone of someone in charge. "Tim, take a couple of steps back and I'll talk to you in a moment. Damian, get off my desk and follow your father up the stairs. Jason, choose. Either get yourself into the conference room or get out before I call security."

Silence reigned for a few moments, broken when Jason sighed and shoved the tie back in the draw.

"You will have to explain," he said, shoving a finger in Neal's face before quickly ascending the stairs and walking right into the conference room without acknowledging anyone else.

Damian made his way up to Bruce with a frown on his pudgy face.

"Tim," Neal sighed. "Really?"

Tim's expression was serious as he responded, "Really."

"Sara was bad enough but now you?" Neal huffed. "Forget about the Raphael for now and I'll explain what's going on upstairs."

"The FBI better get it back in a couple of months in an anonymous package or something," Tim said as Neal guided him up the stairs.

"What just happened?" Agent Blake questioned in shock.

Peter raised an eyebrow at Neal, who just shoved a thumb in the direction of the conference room. Hughes had already walked inside to keep an eye on Bruce Wayne and his brats.

"Okay, Caffrey explain," Hughes ordered.

Neal smiled. "Hi, my name is actually Richard Grayson but most people call me Dick. I'm Bruce's eldest. I... may have done some silly things and Bruce decided I could stay on the anklet until I learnt my lesson."

"You broke out of prison. For a girl," Bruce huffed.

"She was in danger! I was right about that," Neal muttered.

Peter winced at the reminder of what had happened with Kate. Neal had been devastated to lose her. He both disapproved of Bruce treating the anklet like a minor punishment and approved of his disapproval of Neal breaking out of prison.

"Prison. Which you were in because you went and forged bonds for Roy and then gave them to that Mozzie character."

Jason laughed. "Seriously? Bond forgery? Should of known you'd be the most boring white collar criminal."

"Bond forgery is not boring!" Neal countered. "That's mortgage fraud!"

"Does it really matter?" Tim questioned, looking between his two brothers. "Although I guess this is why we haven't seen you outside of phone calls for a while."

"A year," Damian said. "Not that I've been keeping track. I just have a good memory."

"Of course," Neal said with a fond smile and ruffling the kid's hair. Peter was amazed. Neal actually seemed like a responsible adult around these people.

"Dick, we will see you back at your place, I think," Bruce said. He told Tim the address and Jason, Tim and Damian bolted out of the room. "Let me just give you my prepared statement and then I'll be off."

"So, Neal is your son?" Hughes questioned as Bruce handed him a signed statement.

"That's right. Just... let him go by Neal Caffrey. It'll get him into less trouble than Dick Grayson," Bruce advised.

Peter wondered about that but decided to trust the billionaire. Neal already got into trouble on a regular basis. He didn't want to risk it getting worse.

A few months after meeting Bruce Wayne and his kids and learning that Neal was not just Neal but also Dick Grayson, Neal received commutation and was let go. The news had a mixed reaction from the White Collar office. Some agents would miss him while others was glad to see him go. The latter were not from White Collar and didn't interact with Neal often, if at all. Peter wasn't surprised at the news and wondered if Bruce had something to do with it.

Neal left with a smile on his face and a promise to Peter that he would see him again.

A few nights later, Peter had been in the backyard with his wife when a man in a dark uniform jumped over the fence. Peter grabbed his gun while El held him back. She had seen the flash of blue across his chest.

"Peter, wait! That's Nightwing!"

"Nightwing?" The man dropped to the ground, holding his side and Peter looked closer. He did look the vigilante who returned to New York and had started hanging out with a bunch of adults calling themselves the 'Titans'. "He's hurt, El. Get the med kit." He could see the dark stain of blood growing on the man's uniform. He wandered over, holding his hands and the gun up to show he meant no harm. "Can you stand?"

"Ugh, I have no idea. I didn't intend to hit the ground." That voice was familiar.

"Neal?" Nightwing grinned up at him and Peter huffed a sigh. He should have known. He reached down and helped Neal up, caution gone now that he knew who was under the mask. "Why are dressed like that?"

"I'm following a pattern of behaviour instilled in me in a young age," Neal responded. "Also, call me Nightwing, okay? To any outsiders, you're just helping the guy who crashed into your yard. I don't want any of my enemies coming after you two."

"Then why come here?" Peter growled as he deposited Neal into a chair. The man was heavy, probably as a result of all the lean muscle under his uniform. No wonder Neal always had looked fit.

Neal looked at the ground. "I missed you and I promised I would visit." Peter didn't budge, staring at him until he answered probably. "I'm hurt and was close to your place. Plus, I need sleep which isn't interrupted by my friends' 'emergencies' like 'Roy invented a bomb which exploded and now the room is covered in whipped cream' so can I sleep on your couch tonight?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's get a look at you." To his surprise, the suit had a zipper down the back which Peter had to pull down for Neal.

"I would do it, but I don't want to risk tearing myself open even more."

"I would love to know that trick," El said as she came in. "Maybe I could use it to get into some of my dresses."

"Use a coat hanger in the hole of the zipper," Neal responded matter-of-factly. "And pull it up."

Peter resisted telling his wife that were was no hole in the zipper for Neal's uniform. It was small, almost invisible.

Neal's side had been sliced. He raised his arm and had a look.

"Well, that's not as bad as I thought. Hurts though."

"Of course," Peter said patiently as El handed him something to clean the wound with. How had he ended up mending a hurt vigilante in his lounge room anyway? "You know what? While I'm helping you with this, maybe you could help with some of my cases?"

Neal barked a laugh. "Sure, why not?"