#i jsut. screams. yells.

[hexados-on-a-string]

me: teehee yay gus is in mechtanium surge with spectra yippee

my brain, being nice to me for once: hey isnt it cool how gus has been by spectra's side this whole time? through the entirety of new vestroia, and in those 2 years since, he's never left his side. despite how much has changed, they haven't left each other's side, isnt that nice?

me:

[localgardenweed]

Im on a romance anime addiction rn and like just finished one and OMFG IM GONNA CRY THEY WERE SO FUCKING IN LOVE BRO THEY WERE IN LOVVVEEEE

I can’t fucking believe i almost stayed up all night on a work night to watch Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! A solid 8/10, some parts kinda wanna make me kill myself and some characters got on my nerves, at one point completely dropped till the end, but i felt the pacing was good and didn’t feel super rushed till kinda the end like we could have used another episode or two

Still looking for good wlw anime cause I ALMOST ACCIDENTALLY SUGGESTED WATCHING CITRUS BUT WHEN I READ A SYNOPSIS I LEGIT SCREAMED LIKE NOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I just want girls who are in love bro and if its doomed so be it man

[allieisacrybaby]

I really need a pillow that muffles screams and yells down to nothing because sometimes I really just need to let it all out but I’m trying not to be a nuisance to my family and neighbors.

[oaxleaf]

i know my a mag a day stuff has floated away a bit from actual in depth analyses and more into, idk, personal philosophy sessions? and although it's always still rooted in the actual episode, i'd like some feedback on whether i should tone it back a bit? because on one hand, i still want to keep it tma related, but on the other, what i really do love about tma (especially these later parts) are the philosophical and ideological questions presented. and as subplots wrap up and i don't want to reiterate the same thing over and over again, it's getting a bit harder to pure focus on the episode contents, but i'm wondering if i'm straying a bit too far away?

[magicandmaybe]

oh fuck this. today was terrible.

[mauxanhduong]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

[sameteeth]

i cant keep living here

[mossfrg]

Jersey Gotham

Okay as someone born and raised in Jersey, I feel like we as a fandom are missing out on truly Jersey-ified Gotham. Like, c’mon, Jersey Girl Brucie Wayne??? So here I am to present a list of things I need more of because god damn it make Batfam— mostly Bruce, Jason, Tim, Steph, and Duke— Jersey (all based on my own personal experiences/real things that have happened to me):

Bruce cannot pump his own gas. He just. Doesn’t know how to. It’s not like a rich person thing, he just never learned cause he’s from fucking Jersey and never leaves Gotham. Jason didn’t know how and Talía lost her shit “How??? You are child superhero??? Who died and spontaneously came back??? But you can’t pump gas??” Tim kinda knows cause of Titans but again, he never really had to. (There’s a Twitter threaded dedicated to the Wayne family titled “is this rich or Jersey”). Steph and Duke can but they both pretend not too.

There have been fist fights over whether it’s pork roll or taylor ham. Jason and Bruce are very adamantly pork roll like the good Southern Jersey boys they are— it’s the one thing they can agree in most days— but Tim is taylor ham. Steph and Duke, despite being South Jersey, like to cause chaos and flip sides constantly. Dick, Damian, and Cass couldn’t care less.

The Absolute Hatred of New York/NYC. Doesn’t matter which kid it is, Bruce (and Alfred) got them all on board with this. Don’t even get them started on the Statue of Liberty; it’s a Wayne family tradition to try and buy it from NY because technically it’s more in NJ than NY and it’s closer too. They’ve yet to be successful but Bruce has hope for when it’s Damian’s turn.

And bc of this hatred of NYC comes the support of Philly!! None of them are super big sport fans, but they do cheer for Eagles, 76ers, and Union. Bruce, thanks to Alfred, is a big fan of soccer (“it’s football, master Bruce, I didn’t raise you in a barn”), and is a member of the Sons of Ben. He can be found in the River End of the stadium with Jason cheering for Union at pretty much every home game. There are multiple videos of Brucie Wayne and Jason Wayne screaming at refs, launching fireworks off the roof, and cursing out opposing teams’ players. Duke and Tim can be found 76ers games, while Steph frequents Eagles games.

Accents. Pls for the love of god give those boys (and Steph) accents. They are from New Fucking Jersey. They say “cawfee” and “tawlk.” They pronounce 0% of their t’s in the middle of words— kitten is ki’en, Trenton is tren’in. Jason and Steph drop letters when they gets pissed, Bruce slurs words, Duke and Tim drop passive-aggressive “y’all’s” to piss people off.

Driving. Now it’s not that they’re shit drivers, it’s that everyone else is a shit driver, and it’s not helped that majority of them learned to drive in the Batmobile. Steph has a loudspeaker on her car and frequently yells “fucking Pennsylvania turn your goddamn blinker on!” while driving. Bruce has a room in the manor dedicated to his speeding tickets. Tim as gotten into multiple fists fights at lights because people were driving slow in the fast lane. Jason is infamous for doing the Jersey Slide.

Jason, Tim, and Steph have gotten mugged before. They talked their way out of it and gave tips to the mugger. Bruce has kicked a rabid raccoon while walking home before because what else was he supposed to do? Duke has ordered a “pork roll egg and cheese on an everything” before in Not-Jersey and cried because they don’t have it. Several foreign benefactors of WE have asked for translators at meetings with Brucie cause Brucie’s accent is so thick and exaggerated. IN CONCLUSION: making Batfam (and gotham) Jersey is funny as hell and presents so many good opportunities. Make Batfam Jersey! (again these are all just my personal experiences, big state yada yada, different experiences, blah blah idgaf I jsut need batfam fist fighting over pork roll)

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Aaron Hotchner X Daughter Reader

Request: Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Third person pov...

It happened so fast that even Y/N had trouble remembering what happened. She rememberd she had jsut said good bye to her Dad and was on her way to school.

Her dad had been worried, There was a killer on the loose, targeting young girls between the ages of thirteen to sixteen with brown hair. The victims were always found tied to a chair, brutally beaten and traumatized.

Aaron was a part of the team assigned to the case and it hit too close to home. His own daughter fit the description of the victims, making him even more desperate to catch the killer.

The man had been weary about letting his daughter out, but realised he could keep her under lock and key, she had her life to live and had to go to school.

The 14 year old was casually walking to school, her bag on her back and happy walking in the sun, she passed by a suspicious car.

The instant she did she felt the persons eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking to school. Slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

A man then got out of said car, he was tall, kept his head down, he began to follow the teen. Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her dad and began walking quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The brown haired girl taps her Dads contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this she had to be quick.

DADDIO

Y/N

Ech

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N relaxes slightly, her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her dad still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you I'm running late for school" she says to the man soundly apologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

She taps on her phone suddenly it falls from her grip. Looking at the ground I  horror her phones screen was horribly cracked, she jsut hoped she was able to send the message.

The man then begins dragging her to his car, unlucky for her know one was around to see her being dragged off. Suddenly everything went black.

With Hotch...

Aaron Hotchner had just arrived at the office after seeing his children off to school, he sighs as he walks into the Bullpen.

The others had already arrived and were standing around Reids desk. Hearing his phone go off he gets it out, upon lookomg at the screen his face goes pale.

Gideon who was walking towards the man noticed the man face instantly and was worried. "Hotch? What's wrong?" He asks the man, drawing the attention off the team.

Soon they all surrounded their unit chief. The man had an iron grip on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Hotch, man tell us has something happened?" Asks Derek he taps the man's shoudler.

This seemed to jolt the man out of his frozen state. "Y/Ns in trouble" the team act, everyone gathering in the round table room.

Echo was there codeword for danger and Y/N and Jack knew they should knly use if for emergencies, Hotch knows Y/N would never abuse that rule.

Hotch pacing in the corner, Derek and Elle going over the evidence they have, Reid trying to form a geo plan of the unsubs comfort zone, JJ was on call with crime lab, Gideon ws thinking the evidence over while still calming down Hotch the man was wearing a hole into the floor.

"Hotch, you have to stay calm, we need you at your best to find Y/N" reasoned Gideon, the man managed to get the worried man to claim down slightly, he stopped pacing but tapped his finger against his leg instead

"Anything yet?" He asks impatiently. The team all shakes their heads, the man impatience grows as they work. Suddenly JJ gets a call. "Yes hello this is Agent Jareau, you have something" her voice gains the attention of the others.

"They found where Y/N had been taken" she explains to them Hotch visibly relaxes. Then JJs face goes worried. "What's wrong JJ?" Questions the man his anxiety on edge.

JJ thanks the person and ends the call. "Im sorry Hotch, all they could find was her phone. The screen had been smashed" she tells the worried Dad.

Hotch freezes. "What" he whispers as the team watch him.

With Y/N...

The 13 year old was in a dark room, stripped off her skirt and shirt, only in her shorts (she wears under skirts) and her tank top on. Shivers rack her naked body.

Either fear or the cold she didn't know, shivering she slowly looked around her head in pain from the punch she got from the man, she tried to move only her legs and wrist where tied to the cold uncomfortable chair she was on.

"Someone help me,please" she whispers to herself, she wants her dad, she wants to be home and in her dad's arms. "Daddy" she sobs to herself, suddenly a door is opened.

A bright light comes from a staircase she just realised, tears running down her face she sees the man from before walking down and coming towards her.

Shaking again she tries to move the chair away from the freak, she aches to be able to kick the man in the goods. " No go away leave me alone" she shouts to him, the man had a frightening look on his face.

As he got closer Y/N saw something shimmer in the light, it was a knife. E/C eyes widened in terror, her wiggling increased. "No no get away! Daddy daddy!" To her luck footsteps are heard upstairs.

She screams louder hoping to draw their attention to the basement. "Daddy daddy down here hurry" the man gabbed her face harshly to stop her from screaming.

The damage was done "let the girl go you son of a bitch!" Yells a very familiar voice, it was Derek Morgan one of Y/Ns uncle. E/C eyes once again fill with tears at the sight of her Dads team.

She sees the horrified looks on Elle, Gideon and Derek faces as the creep puts the knife against her throat, his face still covering her mouth.

Behind them she sees her Dad his face is angry, he wasn't happy. Taking a chance she bites the man hard, with a cry he let's her go but shoves the girl away making her fall back hitting her head on the wall.

Vision swimming she hears a gunshot, the creeps body falls next to her, muffled shouts are heard, before long she was being untied, then picked up by someone, recognising the scent she realises it was Derek.

She wraps her aching arms around his neck tightly as he wraps her in many blankets, sobbing loudly he tries to comfort her.

Derek rubs the girls back as Hotch gets a few punches in on the Unsub, he hated how long it to them to find him and save Y/N.

The traumatized girl continues to cry as Derek comforts her, once Gideon finally pulled Hotch off the Unsub the man remembers his daughter and goes to her.

Feeling guilty about not comforting her first, Derek puts the girl in his arms and walks away, Hotch shushes and bounces Y/N in his arms.

"Your safe now baby, its Daddy" he comforts, her Y/N continues to cry happy she was saved. "Dad your here your here" she cries Hotch just hugs her tightly not letting her go. "I'm here baby" he whispers.

The end!

Long one for this request.

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait of updating, I've been busy with classes. As usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1610

[celaenaeiln]

Damian: Richard! He won't give me the remote!

Tim: It's my turn! You had it last time!

Damian: You said that last time too!!

Tim: And I meant it!

Damian: Richard!

Tim: Dick!

Dick: *on the comms* please. I'm not even done patrolling yet.

----

Dick: *having a serious conversation with Bruce*

Tim: *running in* Dick he scratched me!

Damian: *running in after* Richard, he's lying, I barely even touched him!

Tim: You literally dug your nails into my skin! Look!

Damian: There's nothing there!

Dick: Bruce-

Bruce: I need to catch an uber.

Dick: I checked your schedule, you don't even have anywhere you need to go-

-----

*on a cruise*

Jason: so you decided to go with the purple one?

Dick: Well, it's not really purple, it's wine-colored and while I was in korea, did you know they have palette matching shops?

Jason: wait, really?

Dick: Yea, so you go into the place and they try several different colors against your skin to see which one would suit you best and then they try different shades. Since I have a warm skin tone they gave me a bunch of suggestions to try so I'm trying them out.

Jason: huh. Looks good.

Dick: Thanks! I'll-

*sounds of screaming and yelling*

Dick: What's going on?

Jason: I don't know, probably kids just having fun. So what were you saying?

Dick: um..oh! That I'll send you-

Frat Guy 1: *running by talking to his friend* -dude I still can't believe I'm going to see it! I thought this cruise would be so boring since most of us couldn't be here!

Frat Guy 2: I know right?! Who thought we'd see people getting arrested in the middle of an ocean?!!!

Dick: ..arrested?

Frat Guy 2: *still talking* who even happens to just own a sword in the first place?!

Frat Guy 1: WICKED!!

Dick: ....jay, I'm not mishearing that right?

Jason: Mishearing what?

Dick: He said sword. He said sword.

Jason: I didn't hear anything.

Dick: *running after the frat guys to find a crowd of people with Tim and Damian in the center and cruise ship officers*

Damian: -UNHAND ME YOU HEATHENS, OR I WILL TRULY SHOW YOU HOW I USE THE SWORD-

Tim: Officers, I promise these nunchucks were used as decoration. They were just in the swimming pool by chance. I have no idea what's going on or even why I just happened to have them but I promise that-Dick! Tell them it's all a misunderstanding! If it wasn't for Damian, none of this would've happened!

Damian: *whipping his head around* RICHARD! TELL THESE PEASANTS TO RELEASE ME AT ONCE AND TAKE THEIR HANDS OFF MY MOTHER'S SWORD-

Dick: Oh my god what happened???

Officers: Sir, are these kids yours?

Dick: what happened??

Officers: We recieve reports of two assailants attacking each other with prohibited weapons. We will be taking them into custody.

Dick: wait, wait, what? I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, there's no way, they're jsut kids-

Officers: Sir, as their legal guardian or parent, you have to come with us.

Dick: I-Jay, can you-

Dick: *turning to see Jason filming with the biggest grin on his face* Jason.

Jason: what??? You're telling me to stop filming this comedy goldmine? Roy's gonna love this so much.

Dick: Put. Down. The. Camera. And come over and help me.

Jason: Fine, fine. *muttering under his breath* hehehe I still have the spy cam to capture all of this on heheheheheeee.

-----

Dick: *Waking at at 2 am bc of a call* hello?

Tim: DICK HE STABBED ME!

Dick: what?

Tim: HE STABBED ME! DAMIAN STABBED ME!

Dick: damian? Damian stabbed you? But aren't you in New York? He's supposed to be in Gotham.

Tim: *screeching* WELL HE ISN'T ANYMORE!!!!!

Damian: *muffled* Richard he's lying! He cut himself in a kitchen knife because he thought he could cook! He's just blaming me because he wants attention!

Tim: Go away! Dick!

Damian: *mumbled* Richard!

Dick: *already dressing tiredly* yup. i'm on my way.

[g0dwat3rwritings]

I saw that requests are open, so I found a quote list and had an idea!!

“I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.” With Shamura? We know Shamura is something of a prophet, so they likely have dreams of the sort. What if they dreamt of their s/o dying(something brutal and painful of course lmao), and sought them out to make sure that it was only a dream? Jsut some nice hurt/comfort, if you will!

Thank you so much, and have a great day/night! :)

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞���� 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐠

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲(?), 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 "𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭" 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

The bishops eyes slowly closed, drifting off into a much-needed slumber. The book they read slowly slipped from their slim phalanges and onto their lap. Their head rested back against their seat, comfortably laying against the soft velvet material of the cushion. The warm comfort of their library slowly faded from their mind, an image of you replacing it.

They smiled, a slightly toothy one at that. They happily walked toward you, slowly wrapping their arms around your waist and pulling you close. Soft kisses were peppered atop your head as they held you tight. Their grip was suddenly loosened, and they looked up in response.

Upon looking up, they saw their brother, standing directly above your gruesomely-torn-apart body. Your own blood spilled from your lips, the only remaining life you had left draining from your eyes. Narinder's chains caused slight bruising, his claws caused bloody scars. Your skin was tattered and torn (if you know that reference, I love you), ripped apart and shredded.

Shamura's eyes flooded with tears, their throat ached with screams that were never released. They breathed heavily, trying to run toward you, but their body wouldn't move. They screamed and yelled your name, but nothing was heard.

Their eyes soon fluttered open, their breaths heavy as they moved their head from side to side to assess where they were. They grabbed their book, closed it and set it on their desk. With a gentle sigh, they stood and head straight to your shared room.

Upon reaching the door, they hesitated. What if that wasn't a dream, and you really were dead? They shook their head, attempting to remove those thoughts from their mind as they opened the door, noticing your sleeping body.

A soft smile approached their lips as they walked ever closer to your side of the bed. They couldn't deny, they felt a little.. bad that they decided to wake you. But they went with it, gently tapping your shoulder, peppering soft kisses to your forehead.

A soft yawn escaped your lips as you awoke, your dreary eyes looking up at Shamura and smiling toward them. "You're finally coming to bed..?" A small laugh escaped you as you moved over, opening your arms for them. They nodded softly with a gentle laugh, laying next to you. "I had a nightmare, wanted to assure you were alright," They admitted, before looking down at you, noticing you had fallen back asleep before they could even finish their response.

[scooburst]

I WAS IN THE HALLWAY AND PASSED A STAIRWAY AND THERE WAS A TON OF SCREAMING AND YELLING AND SOME TeACHERS RAN BY AND THEN WE wENT INTO RESTRICTED MOVEMENT

I JSUT GOT BACK TO MY CLASS BUT AN AMBULANCE JUST GOT TO THE SCHOOL

[quitealotofsodapop]

Pfft I can just imagine Wukong and the groups' faces during this exchange like... form the groups perspective DBK saw this random pregnant person and tried to attack them, MK probably screaming "Monkey King!!" in worry when he sees the fist almost hitting his new friend/idol who he had jsut met and knows is in no condition to dodge the hit, the Bull King freezing right before hitting the person who's hood probably blew back from the sheer g force of the attack that was stopped revealing that yes, it was the Monkey King. And then DBK asks if he is with child.

Then there's this whole back forth like

DBK: ARE YOU WITH CHILD!?

Wukong, sweating: What!? No... no I'm just... letting myself go?

MK: He is totally pregnant! Like... mega pregnant! That's why he chose me as a successor! Because he can't risk fighting in his condition!

Wukong: Kid... shut up!

But by then, everyone knows what's up and there's no use trying to hide Wukong's condition

referencing this alternate way DBK finds out about the Slow boiled egg.

DBK feels a frying pan tossed at his head at the speed of a cannonball. Turns and sees a pig demon on the ground, furiously yelling up at him.

Pigsy: "HEY! You leave that bystander alone! It's bad enough you and your family nearly killed my son!" DBK: "Son?? Wait... the pig [Zhu Bajie]???" MK, starry-eyed: "Son!?" Pigsy: "YEAH! The one kid powerful enough to beat your bull ass to kingdom come! We came into this fight thinking your wife killed him by tossing him into the lava around Flower Fruit Mountain!" DBK, concerned: "Wife!?" PIF, shrugs: "All fair in love and war my dear. Plus with your younger brother's strength, I knew he'd survive." DBK: *disappointed brow-raise* PIF, guiltly: "And I may have forgotten how... non-fireproof mortal children are after raising our son for so long." Wukong: "We all make mistakes." Red Son, beaten silly by Mei: "Noodle boy's father is a pig?"

I just realised that the Bull family probably were a little freaked out to see what appeared to be a redsign of Wukong's pilgrim squad barrelling at them in a noodle van. XD

[lesbiandarvey]

lets rank suits 2011-2019 seasons like theyre taylor swift albums. i think my ranking is season 5, 6, 1, 8, 4, 3, 2, 7. i havent seen s9 yet but im guessing id put it over s7 lol

season 5 is the best it just is i think my favorite episode ever is tick tock (harvey breaking down in donnas apartment saying "its my goddamn fault...... might jsut be my favorite moment in the whole show) plus it has 5x10 faith and the tension of will mike go to prison? and the trial

season 6 mike in prison arc my beloved. plus 6x12 the painting harvey mommy issues episode!!

season 1 so fun so cute theyre all young and the show is still that fun monster of the week format they had in the early seasons

season 8 im not done with yet BUT i love it!!!!! i really really like the addition of alex and samantha

season 4 loved the fucked up love square between mike and rachel and logan and harvey. and 4x15 intent CRAZYASS episode! "you know i love you donna" OHHHH

season 3 bookended by my one of my favorite opener + finale pair ... it starts with harvey yelling about mike betraying him and ends with mike screaming in an interrogation room hed never give harvey up .... chefs kiss

season 2 tbh i dont remember much if anything that happened in s2 but i remember thinking the show hit a bit of a sophomore slump. but 2x10 high noon obviously iconic episode!

season 7 was boring . did anything happen in s7. OHHHHHH but donna kissed harvey cus he was with paula that made me shake and cry and go what the fuccccccckkkkk that was dope

[massiveladycat]

i have a.. lot of problems with bloodmarked to be honest. im not going to be talking about the romance portion of the book because honestly i don't even care for it anymore 1. why is bree yelling at vera on the plantation where she was raped?? why is bree this close to cussing out her ancestor who sacrificed too much because she was carrying her baby and the magical KKK was after her?? it's funny because after she literally denounces her entire ancestry bree makes a deal with the same being. the exact same being wtf honestly dude. 2. why is bree the only black character we have gotten to KNOW-KNOW, other than valechaz, who is not only a demon but also honestly is a pedophile (why is he hitting on a 16 year old girl)?? why don't we have more black characters that she's friends with and join her on the journey and are constants in the story?? 3. tying in with point 1, i don't understand if this is supposed to be a book about celebrating your ancestry and finding your roots when bree is literally out here screaming at all of her ancestors because shit was way out of their control and they were trying to make the most out of it?? if bree finds out that all of her ancestors go through the same things she does mostly (rootcraft and losing their mothers at young ages), why does she not communicate with them in healthy ways? they quite literally spent generations trying to clear the path for her. 4. bree doesnt feel like herself anymore. at first, she was great! amazing. her stubbornness got her to where she had to be. she made mostly good decisions. here,, her stubbornness got people and herself in danger. i still love bree, jsut pointing that out. SMALL EDIT: this isn't meant in an hostile way at all. i love tracy deonn's form of writing, i like nick, i like sel, i like bree. but i need to call this out because there's very few attention paid to genuinely good criticism on bloodmarked (in which, check goodreads for such or even youtube), and some things in this book irritate me, and people acting like any criticism on bloodmarked/legendborn is invalid or RACIST pisses me off even more. you can love this book, and im very happy that you found joy in it!! but dont call people racist for not liking legendborn lmfao you look goofy if you do that.

[batboysoneshots]

Crowbar (Angst)

Summary: Jason gets a flash back from being tortured by the Joker, he is stuck in the flashback until Bruce snaps him out of it.

Some Jason angst.

Third person pov...

Jason was out on patrol as Red Hood and was fighting some assholes who tried to beat up some street kids, Red Hood heard their screams and came running to help.

The alleyway was dark, atleast 6 men stood infront of a group of three kids all younger than 13 cowering together to keep safe, jsut as one of men grab the arm of the younger kid Red Hood jumped down from the roof.

Using the sides of the buildings he leaped from side to side and landed on the back of the man. "What the fu-" He was knocked out before he would finish his words.

"Run kids!" Yelled Jason, the rest of the men stand against the Red Hood and charge at the anti-hero.

He doesn't use his guns on the men since children were present, as he knocked out the last guy he heard a horribly familiar sound.

*Scraaaaape*

It was made by a crowbar, one of the attackers he hadn't knocked out enough picked it up. Jason frozen eyed widening breath uneven as he was thrown back into his mind if the horrible day.

Suddenly he was 15 years old, still Robin and locked in the warehouse, being tortured by the Joker. He was tied to a chair ropes digging into his wrists and feet.

He couldn't feel his legs, the coldness of thr warehouse had already seeped into his skin tremors racked his beaten and bruised body.

His body was in pain and head ached, then that horrible laughter appeared making him shake harder, he was almost rattling the chair as he heard the sound of his nightmares, it got louder and louder and louder!

"-ason..."

"-ason... it's... uce...!"

"-on... um ..."

Suddenly his helmet was gone, the claustrophobic feeling was removed his breathing was better, he started to come back to his senses, warm rough hands covered his ears and cupped his face gently as if cradling a baby.

"Jason, its Bruce! Come on Chum"

"Breath for me" Jason took a deep breath and let it put slowly, he could feel his heart beating normally again as the flash back finished.

As his vision cleared he saw the person who snapped him out of his flashback, the black figure was blurry but he saw blue eyes, calm but worried blue eyes.

'Who was worried about me ?' He thought, then the figures body came into focus a big black bat on the chest of the person helped him remember.

"Bruce" he whispers in a horse voice, he must of been screaming he realised, Bruce's eyes softened even more at his voice. "It's okay Jaylad, I'm here" his voice rumbled comforting Jason as his panic attack subsided.

Finding comfort in the hands cupping his face he relaxed against Bruce finding the man's Cape and finders it, the material comforting, he's loved playing with the batman Cape since he was a child it felt comforting to him.

Breathing deeply he put his ear on the man heart. *thump thump thump* the sound helped the teen come to his senses again. "B where-" "-We're in the alleyway son, you saved those children, they are safe because of you" explained the man.

Jason sighed he was glad they were okay. "Good, why you here?" He askes the man, slurring his words, he felt like jelly.

Bruce froze slightly then relaxed his shoulder and rubbed his sons back comfortingly. "The heart monitor in your suit became to high, I got worried and came looking for you, when I arrived there were a pile of knocked out men on the floor, you were curled up by the wall shaking and screaming-"

Bruce paused, took a deep brath then squeezed the boy in his arms as if remembering he was okay.

Jason squeezed back. "Oh" he mumbled. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you before Jaylad, I regret it I've regretted it every day since you died" The emotion in the man's voice threw Jason.

'He was worried about me' he thought voice in his head conflicting him with his feelings about the stoic man. "Itsokay B, your here now" he mumbles against the man's chest, Bruce hugged him closer.

Jason struggled with his next words. "I-i want to try being a family again, w-with you B" he almost whispered hoping the man heard him. "Really" the question threw him. "I do, I want to try, if you will try to" he says the man pulls him back.

Jason almost pouts at the lost of contact. Bruce's eyes are wide with emotion. "I want to try, I want to be a family with you Jaylad" he says to the teen, Jason pulls his lips into his signature grin.

"Great old man, let's get back to the cave" he says staggering as he stands, Bruce was there in second supporting his weight as he stood.

"Let's get home" the two vigilantes walk together to the Batmobile, they will try and this time it will work.

The end!

Hope you liked this, very angst hope I got the characters and emotions right, always love me some angst lol sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open f!

Word count: 900