#like we WANTED parents. but that parent or those parents didn't want us

[carajalexander]

I stepped out of my parent's house just after 7.00a.m. and tried to get my brain into gear. The temperature was already on the way up to something higher than I was used to but hey-ho that's life and I do like to visit them regularly. I rested against the rail at the back and looked to my left to see the vision above and had no idea who the heck she was. My eyes were as transfixed as my brain as I watched her meandering around and in time our eyes connected. I had to speak, to say something but what?

"Good morning," I said as though I couldn't think of anything more original, "are you okay?" I added as she obviously wasn't.

"Not really."

"Can I help? I'm Dan, Molly and Peter's son. I don't remember seeing you around and I never forget a face."

"Dan, you haven't looked at my face." she replied with a half smile and I knew she was spot on as my eyes remained firmly attached to her breasts.

"You have me there, I confess and who's face do I have the pleasure of talking to?"

"A grumpy bitch by the name of Alice and my face is about twelve inches above my nipples."

"I noticed and just as gorgeous in my opinion. So why grumpy and why wandering about in such a delightful gown?"

"You don't want to know."

"I do Alice, I'm good at listening to beautiful ladies."

"And staring at nipples."

"Of course but only when they are as fabulous as her face and the rest of her body, care to talk?" I asked as we were now walking side by side and she had made no attempt to cover up, turn away or hide her breasts from me.

Alice led me to one of those swinging bench seats at the rear of next door's place and sat me down before bringing a glass of juice for me.

"Would you hold me please Dan? Please don't be embarrassed by me."

"No, embarrassed is not the word I had in mind." I replied as my arm reached around her back and my free hand seemed desperate to place the juice somewhere and make it's own acquaintance with her breasts.

"Are you being rude there Dan?" she asked as I really needed to shuffle and adjust a certain something growing inside my pants.

"Me? Rude? Never Alice." I joked as she took my glass and watched my hand attempting to straighten my erection out. "You did this to me, how could I be rude?"

"Very funny, would you like to come to my bedroom?" she asked as my jaw just dropped towards the floor and I almost choked, but I quickly recovered my composure and made another attempt to provide a little comfort down below.

"It's so funny watching you guys manoeuvre your erections and hope we don't realise what you're doing, can I be of assistance?"

"Bloody hell Alice I don't know what to say. We haven't even been introduced." I replied as I shuffled even more knowing that my erection was likely to burst free at any time soon.

She laughed as her finger barely touched the front of my pants and I almost collapsed.

"So you didn't answer, would you like to take me to bed or not?"

"Oh hell yes, certainly I would but only if I can help you out of those panties."

"Okay, that's a deal and obviously I get to help that stiff thing out of your pants. I'm lonely Dan and need ... you can guess what I need, come with me."

So that was my introduction to Alice, my folks were ready to call for a search party as they had no idea where I'd gone. Thank goodness their hearing isn't great I thought as Alice yelled and screamed in my ear more than once.

My father now says that I should move my bed next door but why would I need to be anywhere other than in Alice's bed? It looks as though my visits are becoming a weekly event now and Alice is equally happy to look out for my oldies. xxx

[squidwriting]

#2: Ddakji and Paengi Chigi

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⇥ Pairing Hwang In-ho x fem!reader

⇥ Warnings Spoilers for Season 1 & 2, angst, violence, graphic descriptions of injuries & death

⇥ A/N: My goodness, thank you for all the feedback and support. I didn't think this would blow up the way it did. :') Hope you enjoy! 💕

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"Attention! The team selection period will end shortly."

His hand was warm as it wrapped around yours gently, squeezing it ever so slightly. "Thank you," you smiled at In-ho again, before slowly pulling your hand away. When the timer beeped, the guards ushered everyone to the center of the two large rainbow tracks. The teams sat together, waiting for whatever would happen next.

"The game you will participate in today is a Six-Legged Pentathlon. Team members will start with their legs tied together. At each ten-meter interval on the track, one member of the team will play a mini-game. If that player wins, the team can move on to the next challenge." 

You cursed quietly and dropped your head. There were no adequate words to describe how much you hated games like these growing up. 

"The mini-games are as follows: Game one, Ddakji. Game two, Biseokchigi. Game three, Gong-gi. Game four, Paengi Chigi. And finally, game five, Jegichagi. You will have five minutes. To win, you must complete all mini-games and cross the finish line before the time runs out. Now please decide which player will be assigned to each mini-game."

"...fuck," you cursed again, biting your lip. 388 jerked slightly, looking at you with big eyes. "Sorry," you mumbled, inhaling sharply. Before you could say anything else, 390 spoke up. "It's good that we got a woman," he beamed, looking at you. "You can play-" 

"Ddakji," you cut him off dryly. "My fine motor skills leave much to be desired." That was a blatant lie, but nobody could know that - except for In-ho. He watched the exchange with stoney countenance. Apparently, he had perfected his pokerface over the years. 

"I can play Gong-gi," 388 spoke up after some hesitating. 390 opted for Biseokchigi, 456 for Jegichagi. "I'll take Paengi Chigi then," In-ho said, smiling a bit for once. 

Ddakji��and Paengi Chigi.

Involuntarily, you let your mind wander. Back to better and easier times, warm summers full of fun and laughter. In-ho and you grew up in the same neighborhood, and much to your parents' chagrin, you spent most of your freetime outside, doing and playing things that were not necessarily "for girls" as your mother always stressed it - not that you cared. 

There was not one day of summer, when you would not come home with dirty, sometimes torn clothes. Those were the best days. Hours of tag, hide-and-seek, and ojingo - no matter if it was sunny or rainy.

On bad days, you played this. Six-Legged Pentathlon. 

You never liked that game. Those were the times where the boys would pull at and drag you along with their hands and feet. The ropes always dug into your skin, leaving behind sore burn marks which your mother would scold you for later. 

You were always on the losing team because you messed up during your turn. Naturally, being the girl, you had to play Gong-gi. Goodness, how you hated Gong-gi. Nobody cared if the dice were too big and your hands too small to catch them all. You messed up. That is what mattered. 

And then, one day, you were on In-ho's team. He never asked, what the others wanted to play. He was the one who decided. "You'll play Ddakji," he had said with the biggest grin on his face, "and I'll do Paengi Chigi."

Ddakji and Paengi Chigi.

You did not remember if it was during one of those summers that you decided you would marry him. Your mother claimed so at least...

"Hey, are you still with us?" 

"Huh?" you asked, clearly startled. 388 laughed and nudged your shoulder. "Don't worry. We have a strong team. We will live to see another day."

"I'm not worried," you answered, stretching your neck to look at the team that was currently being shackled together for the first round, "not for us."

"Then what's wrong?" In-ho asked, looking over at you from his spot. He sounded so calm and nonchalant, but when you looked at him, you saw his eyes telling another story. They sparkled with curiousity, and... mirth? 

"Nothing," you mumbled, shaking your head and looking away from him again. "I just wondered if I ever played something like this when I was a child."

They all frowned at you. Before anyone could pry further, a shot was heard - signalling the beginning of Round 1. Everyone watched with anticipation, cheering the teams on - some loud, others in silence. You looked around slowly, finding some of the players so cheerfully engrossed in the game, it seemed like they forgot what was actually happening. This was not about winning or losing - it was about living or dying. 

"A miss in Biseokchigi will eat up a lot of time," In-ho said quietly, facing 390. "Is this supposed to help anyone stay calm?" you asked frowning. In-ho merely turned away again to continue watching the teams. What on earth was he doing? 

Meanwhile, 388 had collected some pebbles from the ground, practicing Gong-gi diligently. "Dae-ho," 390 spoke up, looking back from the team on the rainbow track, to the younger male, "practice the flip."

You watched in silence, admiring the way his hands threw the small stones and caught them again with ease. 

"Dae-ho?" you said quietly, catching the man's attention. "Uhm... my name," he grinned awkwardly, "Kang Dae-ho." 

"Ah," you smiled in response, "Ryuk Su-Yun. Nice to meet you." 

Your interaction did not go unnoticed. In-ho watched quietly, emotions bubbling up in him that he had not felt in a very long time.

So, that was why he did not catch your application for the games - you used a fake name. Probably the one you took on when you left Seoul and dropped off the grid 10 years ago. Damn it, he cursed internally, willing himself to focus on the game - just like everyone else. If only he had caught your stupid application. He would have made sure you would not participate in the games. No harm would come to you. 

What were you doing there anyway?!

It was tearing him up on the inside. You should not be there. You should be outside, safe and-

Gunshots ripped him out of his thoughts - time was up, both teams were eliminated. "Oh god," you whispered, looking away from the gross scenes that were playing on the tracks. 

Ever since he saw you the day before, he had been battling the urge to walk over to you and take you into his arms. God, he missed you. But you did not miss him. You did not even remember him. 

It had been the first time he saw you, ever since that day of the accident. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. His beautiful wife in a place like this? 

But here you were, in all your glory. You were still as gorgeous as the day you two got married. Even the faint scars on your face could never change that. 

"It's alright," he whispered after a long, painful silence. Slowly, he made his way over to you and as if he were pushed by an invisible force, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. 

Your breath hitched slightly; his touch was still so familiar to you, and you just wanted to melt into his embrace. Trembling hands settled on his waist before you wrapped your arms around his middle slowly. Being held by him after all these years felt so good...

Two more deafening shots rang through the arena, making you jump lightly. "What the hell," you muttered, looking over at the guard who just shot into one of the coffins. Shaking your head quickly, you took a step back. "Thank you," you mumbled, a small smile on your lips. He smiled back at you and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear; just like he had always done it. Out of instinct, you almost leaned into his touch; he was too close. If he would continue, you would surely slip up and- 

A new round started, dragging everyone's attention to the teams that were now competing in the race. Quickly, you turned away, to better see what was happening.

"I can't watch. It's making me anxious," 390 said, rubbing his forehead harshly. "They're good," you answered, unable to tear your eyes away from the five making their way around the track. They had finished four stages in record time, and even though you still remembered the dire situation you all found yourselves in, you could not help but cheer with the others. Together, you spured them on, chanting, raising your fist. Even In-ho joined in, and when they finally crossed the finish line, all of you erupted in joy, screaming from the top of your lungs. You two held onto each other, laughing and rejoicing to see the first winners of the day. Almost, as if you were not in danger.

Almost as if your life had continued like it was never disturbed in the first place. 

You looked up at In-ho and allowed yourself one moment to admire him - the man you fell in love with all those years ago. The man you promised to stay with, no matter what would happen. 

If only you had kept your promise.

Maybe life would not be so complicated then. 

[bonewaryreblogs]

I know it's very soon after my last post, but I think I've mostly got a working timeline

There are more specifics I could get into, but I tried to limit the info in this particular timeline to what's super important and identifiable. Like, I have a whole other post I could make about the Justice Society of America and how it led to the creation of the Justice League, or how Amity Park was founded and by whom, but trying to put it all here would be too cumbersome.

My main sources for general info is whatever I can find on the DC Fandom Wiki, as well as my experiences watching various DCAU media growing up and my favorite Batman show, The Batman from 2004 (good god, I didn't realize it was that old). I tried to fit Young Justice in here too, but it actually conflicts with the first two timelines more than I thought it would, so I might just use it for story ideas for after Danny gets adopted. The Wayne Family Adventures webtoon mostly just supplied the template for how I want them to end up by the time Danny enters the picture, leaving the "how did we get here" up to me, which this timeline hopes to solve.

Also, I couldn't find a good source for it, but supposedly Danny Phantom might have taken place in 2014? Which would've been the future for when it came out in 2004. I considered going with that, but ultimately I decided that DP happens in 2004, taking Danny about a year to establish himself before he gets adopted by 2005.

A big part of why I made this timeline in the first place was to make sure I know how old everyone is when things happen, which is why I put their ages everywhere.

1920s - Martha Clark and Jonathan Kent are born sometime in this decade.

1939 - Alfred Pennyworth is born.

1940 - James “Jim” Corrigan (30) “died” and became the Spectre with Aztar, the Vengeance of God. The Justice Society of America is formed, though they are sometimes called the All-Star Squadron when working with those not formally inducted as members of the JSA (including those with and without superpowers).

1952 - The Kents (~30s) are told they cannot have children biologically. Shortly thereafter, they find the Kryptonian baby Kal-El, rename him Clark Kent after Martha’s maiden name, and adopt him as their own son.

1957 - Alfred (18) joins the British military.

1960 - Bruce Wayne is born. Vlad Masters is born.

1961 - Jack Fenton is born. (Google says his birthday is October 2, 1971, but that would make him like 10 when the Ghost Portal Prototype fails, so I’m just gonna set it back an extra decade lol)

1963 - Maddison Elliot is born. (Google says her birthday is March 16, 1973, so same deal as Jack)

1964 - After many misadventures in England, Alfred (25) takes over as the Wayne Family’s butler from his late father. (Bruce 4)

1968 - 8 year old Bruce’s parents are killed. (Alfred 29)

1970 - After 2 years of flailing, Bruce (10) decides to travel the world and learn martial arts, among other things.

1971 - Barbra Gordon is born.

1974 - Dick Greyson is born.

1977 - Jason Todd is born. Superman (25) debuts in Metropolis, inspiring Bruce (17) to change his plans to become a superhero rather than a crime boss. Obviously there were other superheroes around at this time, but none gripped Bruce like Superman did. He will never, ever admit this.

1978 - Superman (26) is quickly inducted into the Justice Society of America.

1980 - Stephanie Brown is born. Cassandra Cain is born. Bruce (20) returns to Gotham and starts his career as Batman. He begins cutting through red tape to regain control of Wayne Enterprises. Meanwhile, Vlad (20), Jack (19), and Maddie (17) are all at the University of Wisconsin and build the prototype Ghost Portal, which fails catastrophically, causing several important chain reactions; Vlad is blasted with Lazarus Water, the Ghost Zone comes into existence, Vlad falls ill, Amity Park’s Lazarus Pit dries up, Pariah enters the Ghost Zone and declares himself Ghost King, etc.

1981 - Tim Drake is born. Disenchanted with the JSA, Superman (29) starts figuring out how to create his own, international superhero team.

1982 - Bruce (22) adopts Dick Greyson (8) after his parents die publicly.

1983 - Vlad (23) discovers he has “ghost powers” and starts figuring out how to use them. Dick (9) discovers Bruce’s (23) secret and Bruce begins training him.

1984 - Bruce (24) finally lets Dick (10) join him on the streets as Robin. Batman and Superman (32) meet for the first time (which plays out similar to how they meet in “The Batman”).

1985 - Bruce takes over Wayne Enterprises just in time for his 25th birthday. With the company secured, Bruce no longer has to prove himself as responsible and plays up his image as a playboy philanthropist to throw off rumors that ditzy but well-meaning Brucie Wayne couldn’t possibly be the dark and brooding Batman.

1986 - Superman (34) approaches Bruce (26) with his plan for the Justice League, hoping Wayne Enterprise would agree to be the “secret” benefactor. Bruce says he’ll think about it. Barbra Gordon (15) takes the name Batgirl for the first time. (Alfred 47, Bruce 26, Dick 12)

1988 - Jasmine Fenton is born. Cass (8) kills someone for the first time, is horrified, and runs away from her assassin father.

1989 - Duke Thomas is born.

1990 - Daniel Fenton is born.

1991 - Jason Todd (14) tries to steal the Batmobile’s tires after his father is sentenced to prison time, putting him on Batman’s radar. (Alfred 52, Bruce 31, Dick 17, Barbra 20)

1992 - Dick (18) decides to strike out on his own as Nightwing. Jason Todd (15) catches the eye of Talia Al Ghul. Shortly after, Jason’s (step-)mom dies of a drug overdose while his father is still in prison so Bruce adopts him, making Jason the second Robin.

1993 - With Nightwing (19) established and able to take over many of Batman’s (33) responsibilities in Gotham, Bruce asks Clark Kent (41) if he’s still interested in his Justice League idea, which he’s now had 7 more years to refine. Global threats had become more common (which threatened Gotham vicariously and he wasn’t confidant he could take them on by himself) and the JSA had become too entangled with the USA government for anyone’s liking. Now was prime pickings for upcoming talent that had grown up with the idea of superheroes as a necessary force in the world that could see the limitations of government funded (and therefore government controlled) superhero teams.

1994 - Stephanie Brown (14) became Spoiler to “spoil” her father’s criminal career as Cluemaster. After his capture and imprisonment, Bruce (34) “convinced” Spoiler to “retire”, though Barbra (23) kept in contact, as did Dick (21) and Jason (17) to a lesser extent. Steph continued to train on her own, planning to rejoin the hero scene when she was a bit older. The Justice League debuts, led by Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman, along with half a dozen other members, though their ranks would quickly expand.

1995 - Jason dies at 18. Talia Al Ghul seduces the grieving Bruce (35) to get Jason’s body, accidentally-on-purpose getting pregnant along the way. Jason had unfortunately been dead for a few months by then; however, he was too angry and stubborn for his spirit to move on, which allowed him to be revived via Lazarus Pit. He still came back pretty zombified, though, so Talia used magic to help restore the connection between his mind/soul and his body, and had him train with the League of Assassins to keep him sharp. Part of Bruce’s grief spiral was to throw himself into Justice League work. (Alfred 56, Dick 21, Barbra 24)

1996 - Bruce (36) is spiraling from his loss when Tim Drake (15) basically forces himself onto Batman as the third Robin.

1997 - Cassandra Cain (17) arrives in Gotham, trying to keep a low profile but couldn’t help but save Commissioner Gordon from her assassin father, putting her on Batman’s (37) radar. After Barbra (26) is paralyzed and forced to retire as Batgirl, she asked Bruce to offer Cass the title in her stead, taking on the role of “man in the chair” with the name Oracle. Barbra also pressures pretty much everyone to train with Steph (17), since she can’t anymore.

1998 - Jason (21) returns to Gotham as the Red Hood. (Alfred 59, Bruce 38, Dick 24, Barbra 27, Tim 17, Cass 18)

1999 - Cass (19) takes on the name Black Bat, giving the title Batgirl to Steph (19) as she (re)makes her superhero debut.

2000 - Settling into more of an anti-hero role after getting rid of (most of) his hatred for Bruce for not avenging him, Jason (23) has turned his sights on Crime Alley, doing whatever he feels is necessary to make it safer for the families (but especially the kids) that are forced to live there. He unknowingly is fulfilling Bruce’s original plan of becoming a crime boss and dissecting Gotham’s crime problem from the inside out. (Alfred 61, Bruce 40, Dick 26, Barbra 29, Tim 19, Cass 20, Steph 20)

2001 - I’m going to modify his story, but Duke Thomas (12) ends up on Bruce’s radar.

2004 - Danny Fenton (14) has an accident that gives him “ghost powers”. (Vlad 44, Jack 43, Maddie 41, Jazz 16)

2005 - Damian Wayne (10) becomes the fourth Robin, pushing Tim (24) to move out and become Red Robin instead. (Alfred 66, Bruce 45, Dick 31, Barbra 34, Cass 25, Jason 28, Steph 25, Duke 16, Danny 15, Jazz 17)

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Damian’s first, big, world-ending crisis is barely a month or two after his arrival, when Cris Allen enlists the Batclan to help him fight Pariah Dark and they join Danny Phantom’s resistance.

I haven’t quite decided what will happen next but Batman figures out Danny isn’t fully dead like the rest of the inhabitants of the Ghost Zone and looks into it after Pariah is defeated. From here, I want it to take less than a year for Danny to be in Bruce’s custody. Duke (at 16) is recruited around the same time as Danny (still 15), so both of them begin training together. I’m sure Bruce wouldn’t mind pulling some strings to get Jazz (17) into a college in Gotham, potentially getting her to study under Barbra/Oracle.

[lesone-shot]

A fan catches you out together 

Manon (KATSEYE) x fem!reader no warnings <3

Manon reached across the table to take your hand into her after the waiter took away the menus.

There aren't many people in the restaurant which is nice because that means that you get to share a few moments of PDA with your girlfriend, which is something you never get to do.

The chances of getting recognized are too high these days to risk getting caught and having your relationship spread across the media like wildfire.

Manon squeezed your hand before she pulled hers away.

"I'm so happy we got to come out here tonight"

"Me too" she smiled. "I'm so hungry and we needed a nice date out"

"I wish we didn't have to hide so much, though" you sighed, "I wish your hand could linger on mine a little longer". She nodded understandingly, feeling the same way as you. But it's so risky...

With your debut not long ago, the dating ban has been in place for a while, and you can only imagine everything that would be said if your relationship was leaked to the world.

Not just because some people are still not accepting of same-sex relationships but also because you're in the same group and people would never stop telling you how complicated it could get if anything was ever to happen and you broke up.

It's something you and Manon never see happening but the rest of the world won't think that.

Manon got up from her side of the booth and came over to yours.

"Scoot over", you did just that and let her climb in beside you before she put her hand on your knee under the table.

Now it wasn't as easy to see and she could still give you affection and comforting touches.

You started talking about whatever came to mind while waiting for your food. But your conversation was interrupted a few minutes later by a fan approaching the table.

Just to be safe, Manon pulled her hand away from your knee as you both looked at the fan.

She was young and seemed to be pretty nervous and shy. Glancing around the room, you saw what had to be her parents watching as she talked to you and Manon.

"Hello!" Manon kindly greeted.

"Hi.." the fan shyly replied. "I wanted to come over and meet you. I'm a huge eyekon"!

"That's so sweet, thank you," you said while smiling brightly.

"Where are the other girls? Why is it just the two of you?". You and Manon looked at each other.

"Are you on a date?" she asked.

"Uh..." Manon paused, "No, we're just hanging out after a long day"

"Oh, okay" she replied. "I'm Sophie"

"It's nice to meet you, Sophie. Would you like a picture?" Her eyes lit up, and a gasp left her lips before she hurried back to the table and then back to you and Manon a moment later.

Her parents were coming over to take a picture of her with you and Manon so you both got up from the booth. The fan stood between you both, happily taking a couple pictures with her.

"Thank you so much for coming to see us. Hopefully, well see you soon!" you said before hugging the fan once more and getting back into the booth.

She hugged Manon turning around and when she sat back down next to you, her hand found yours and she went to give it a quick soft kiss, the fan came back over.

"Are you sure you're not dating? Katseye always hang out together". You and Manon were surprised by her coming back over.

"Were sure" you lied, forcing a smile.

"We always hang out together but the others wanted to stay home tonight and we wanted to come to dinner so that's why it's only the two of us" Manon explained.

"okay". You both let out a sigh of relief as you watched the fan grab her things and head out the door with her parents.

As much as you love those who love and support Katseye, that was quite a close call and you were both relieved that you didn't get caught and that you could finally be with each other again.

Manon leaned over and kissed your forehead before you set your cheek on her shoulder and talked some more before the food arrived.

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Later on, about two hours later, you and Manon were back at the dorm. You were cuddled up on your bed, scrolling through your phone before closing out of what you were doing before opening Weverse.

The first thing you saw was a post from the fan you saw earlier.

"Manon, look". She looked at your phone screen and saw the post with the picture that you'd taken earlier attached.

"what's it say?"

"I was out to dinner with my parents and saw Y/N and Manon! They were so sweet and took a couple of pictures with me. It was such a dream come true to meet them. I asked them why it was only them out tonight and why the other girls weren't there, I thought they were on a date but they said no! I think they'd be a cute couple though. Thank you both so much, I'm so happy!"

Manon wrapped her arms around you a little tighter as you began typing out a response.

"We were so happy to meet you and take the pictures with you. Thank you for all the support and love!"

You put a couple of heart emojis after the words before sending the reply and setting your phone aside.

"Well, aside from the girls, we have someone else who thinks we're cute together" you chuckled before kissing her softly.

"One day we'll be able to tell the world," you said and watched her nod.

"One day, my love" she promised and even though that day was a long way away, you both looked forward to it.

[hurlumerlu]

You know what, you're entirely right about knowledge and intent! We were working with a slightly different definition of "cruel" in mind, but I think we have pretty similar readings of Style has a character.

Gonna use that reblog to say that I didn't mean to imply that Style is only kind to those he knows (in fact, as you pointed out by mentioning the people at the market, the fact that he seems beloved by most kinda was one of the first hints that there's more to him than "crazy and bold"). But I guess what I meant with "incapable of being cruel to those he loves" is that I think once you're part of his in group he will do anything for you to a crazy degree. I partially base this on his reaction when he learns that Kant sent him to seduce a hitman. I was expecting a punch, at the very least! But Style's just like "wow. not cool bro. I could have died (handsomely)." and Kant convinces him pretty easily by simply saying that he needs the help (@secriden touches on the scene in this meta and I fully agree). It's the same for Fadel. Fadel can chloroform him and tie him up naked and point a gun on him and Style will roll with it and I think his mind his mostly on how he can help Fadel (be his handsome way out). It's why he's not scared of his dear hitman: if you love someone you won't harm them, and he knows Fadel loves him (and of course this is the philosophy of the one romantic lead whose parental figure doesn't suck) Sure this is a bit of an oversimplification, as Style helps Kant help the Captain even though being arrested would definitely hurt Fadel, but he is much more vocally torn up about it and keeps trying to imagine the best case scenario. Kant tries to keep their love for the two hitmen an entirely seperate part of the equation, while for Style it's the whole point.

... and i went way away from your og post. But I wanted to clarify my thoughts: I do think Style can be kind to strangers, yet while I can imagine Bison, or Kant, or tbh especially Fadel, try the "cruel to be kind" schtick, I absolutely cannot picture Style doing it. (it would be interesting to see what could drive him to it, though)

was gonna say this in the tags of my last taming parallel but i think this actually warrants a post of its own. i think the thing that makes style a lovable character despite being based on such a horrific character is the fact that he’s not solely based on petruchio. he’s also based heavily on tranio, who if you’re unaware, is lucentio’s servant and dear friend. so, while he has the boldness and shamelessness of petruchio, he has tranio’s unwavering loyalty and hopefulness. honestly, i’d argue he’s more based on tranio than he is petruchio, because petruchio at his core is an inherently cruel character, whereas tranio is inherently kind, which fits style far better. i’d even argue that kant parallels petruchio far closer than style (not a dig at kant! its just that kant has the ability to be cruel and calculated when he needs to be because his hand has been forced, whereas style inherently just doesn’t have that in him).

i also think it’s interesting because style stands out from the others in a number of ways, not simply because of his hopefulness but because (to our current knowledge) he’s not a criminal. which is an interesting parallel because lucentio, bianca, and katherine all have a higher status, while tranio is a servant and therefore distinct from them. additionally, tranio’s plot in taming is that he is disguised as lucentio for most of the show, and i think that sort of parallels style needing to become a police informant by association in a way.

[mastermindmiko]

Grimmauld ceilings

Pairing: Sirius Black + Reader Word count: 1k+ Warnings: none, I believe but lmk Summary: You escape from the annual black party to only face the person, you've been escaping from in the first place Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist

City lights have always been my enemy, it's always the thought I have in mind when I stare up into the pitch black sky and see not a twinkle in sight. The light breeze wooshes through my hair and I’m slightly calm. I’ve never been up here before, but I can see why I’ve been told that it’s so calming. 

I hear the creak of the rooftop door opening, and I snap my head to where it is. I’ve never been up here before, I wouldn’t know what excuse I would use if a muggle from Grimmauld 11 or 13 were to question why I (A random person) was on their property. Fortunately or rather unfortunately, it wasn’t a muggle that entered. 

“Wouldn’t your mother mind you being here?” He questions with a clipped tone. I roll my eyes at his words, and turn back to lean against the very short railing and stare up at the empty sky. Footsteps approach and another question gets asked, “Aren’t you worried about how Regulus will fair without you?” 

My anger bubbles but I take a deep breath, easy to be done with the breeze, and I feel it simmer down. The smell of the rain that stopped a few hours ago still hung in the air. He leans against the railing and I don’t look at him, but instead catch a glimpse of his informal leather boots with chains instead of laces, a very big contrast to my smooth black heels.

���Don’t you usually enjoy these sorts of festivities?” This question is more sincere a question than the others, but still with a teasing undertone. He was right though I do enjoy them, truly do, not because my parents want me to, something he finds very hard to believe. 

I enjoy the act of getting ready, pinning my hair up, putting on an elegant dress with matching shoes. I enjoy the fancy dinner and the small talk, the drinks, and the food itself. Especially those divine, delectable, amazing apple tarts-

“At least you didn’t miss the tarts yet.” He says, and it's the first time I look at him all night. He’s wearing a black vest with a wrinkled white chemise, a crimson and gold tie wrapped haphazardly around his neck, mostly undone. I ask, “What does your mother think you’re doing right now?” 

“Changing into something more appropriate.” He smirks, and raises a hand gesturing to his body. I didn't give him a response, just a hum, then looked out into the city once more. After the conversation we’d had before break, I was in no mood to be talking to him. He guesses, “You’re up here cause you didn’t want to run into me down there.”

“If you know that, why are you pestering me?” I snap, and I see what was left of his smile fall, I feel guilty, but I don’t let the feeling last, he’s the one at fault here. He sighs, “I’m sorry alright, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that-” 

“Or you didn’t mean for me to overhear?” I cut him off, and he looked down at the floor ashamed. The agitation going through me, made the heels I'm wearing unbearable. I huff and toss them off my feet glad to have the pantyhose touch the ground and not my actual feet. 

“I didn’t mean what I said, I was just so-” 

“Just so annoyed by how bossy and uptight I am, right?” I say, quoting him from right before break started. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. I couldn’t believe it, Sirius wouldn’t ruin his hair like that, it’s the reason why he didn’t play quidditch, too much air, messes with his hair that he puts so much effort into. He seems to realise what he’s done because he winces. 

I have no clue why I started spending time with him anyways, we never got along before. He hated my brother Evan and everyone in my house and my family. He hated his family, everything they stood for and he made it known. I don’t think I’d be allowed to talk to him, but I had to because of the stupid stupid charms project. 

Countless hours of working together, led to me actually tolerating him, thinking maybe everything I was told about him wasn’t right, I even actually might’ve started to- He explains, “I was just so done with everything James, Remus and Peter were saying, I had to get them off my back!” 

“I don’t care what your friends are up to! I thought we were-ugh at least some kind of pleasant acquaintances!” I shout, and he’s quick to reply, “We are! You don’t understand how annoying it was, them pestering me with…” 

He trails off, and a bit of pink covers his cheeks, must be the cold. He looks down at his feet, shuffling in his boots, and the chains rustle. I press, “Pestering you with what?” 

His eyes meet mine, and he takes in a deep breath before blurting out, “They seem to believe that I’ve developed feelings for you during our time working on the project.” 

“Oh.” I breathe, and purse my lips. It feels as though someone stuck a sharp shard of broken glass, most likely from my broken heart, into my stomach. I conclude, “So, I guess all those words were just an explanation as to how you would like someone your parents actually would approve of, someone who’s in slytherin, a rosier too. You must’ve been appalled at the accusation.” 

I wonder if he can sense the disappointment in my voice, I really hope he doesn’t. It would make it all the more embarrassing for me to think that I actually liked him. He admits, “I was more appalled by the fact that they were right.” 

I snap my head up from the floor to look at him, and he’s looking at me with a sheepish smile on his lips, spinning the rings around his fingers like he’d just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He rambles, “I can’t believe that I like a girl that when I tell my mother about that she wouldn’t have an aneurysm. I think they might actually like me for it.” 

He chuckles at the last part of his statement. His grin turns nervous as he’s waiting for me to respond, and I don’t respond. Instead, I simply press my lips to his. He hums at the contact, and is quick to wrap his arms around me, lifting me off the ground. 

I find myself smiling wide when we break apart, not as much as he is, but a significant amount. I tease, “I’m still mad about what you said.” 

“I already knew you’d say that.” He says, and pulls out something from one of his pockets. Wrapped around in a few tissues, and he unveils whatever he’s got in there. I exclaim when I notice, “APPLE TARTS!”  a/n: Obviously I had to reference the apple tarts from Gilmore Girls that Lorelai loves so much.

[uncanny-tranny]

I think what so many people don't really get is that nine times out of ten, a child who dosowns their parent/s don't do it on a whim, where the parent is just a victim of circumstance.

On the contrary, we disown our parents for so many reasons, often because of unspeakable abuse, or even because the parent is simply not a good or nice person.

It's important to remember this because when you side with parents/guardians every single time, you will likely be siding with somebody who has inflicted so much harm onto their child. Do you want that blood to wind up on your hands?

[spicyvampire]

Great and Tyme being worried about each other

4MINUTES (2024) EP. 5

[the-stranger-of-the-hidden-world]

"Some. Not all Light Furies make packs. Male hatchlings in same clutch make packs, sometimes add lone males after they leave nest, some leave after find female. Females fly alone. Then find male and stay together always. They have many hatchlings for many years after." Chuckling warmly, Stranger grinned. Though her teeth were a bit worn from her feral lifestyle, her incisors were...unnervingly sharp. Years of gnawing on bones had sharpened them, it seemed. "Hatchlings are...oooooh! So...so...! Don't know word, but big feeling! Big happy feeling! We have lots of, erm...younger brothers and sisters. Sometimes go visit parents to play with them. Not usual, but allowed. Mother's name is Moondance. Father's name is Cloud."

His question about Mirage was a fair one. She couldn't blame him for being curious. She was just as much a mystery to the other dragons and even her own kind at times. "Alpha Dragon not alpha for many years - longer than I live. If dragon wants to be alpha, has to fight now alpha to be new alpha. If alpha gone or die, some dragon will take place. She took place after old alpha died - pieces found out at sea. Not know how she died." Stranger answered, happy to answer Hiccup's questions about how dragon society functioned. After all, he had been incredibly helpful in helping her learn about human society, it was only fair that she return the favour. It might help this merged society function a bit better with better understanding. "She good alpha. Never angry or, erm...not fair with us. Sometimes hard and stiff, but also play and have fun. She seem weak to other dragons...then she, erm...uh...rrrrrr...remind them why she leads. She look weak, but to think so is wrong. Is mistake. Not strong like other dragon kinds, but instead smart...good at, erm...tricks."

Sometimes she could catch a judgemental look from the other humans that walked by when they heard her speak. She couldn't help but scowl a bit at her and bare her teeth. It was the dragon instinct in her...they were not creatures tolerant of being subjected to perceived indignity. It was only for those close enough for it to not be an insult.

She couldn't help but feel like they thought she sounded less intelligent just because she was still learning their language...but she didn't have to know Norse to know when she was being looked down on. "Friends sound...interesting." Stranger replied, trying to ignore the occasional scowl or gawking. "Took long time for you to...grow into you. You change life by being you. You not, erm...outside own kind, no more. They understand you, now. I...still - t-trying - to understand me."

Looking up at Hiccup, her expression was quite loud. Not all dragons were quite so expressive, but the Furies certainly were and that was evident in the way her eyes widened hopefully towards him. If she had ears, they would probably be drooping by the sides of her head. "Could I...meet your friends? Is that okay?"

'I don't know how or when they met,' Toothless said, 'but they were indeed a force to be reckoned with. That human...was cruel.'

Hiccup nodded, understanding what she meant. "I see. That's why many dragons stay in packs, it's much safer, better for survival." So, Light Furies were pack dragons, while Night Furies were more inclined to fly solo.

It wasn't much, but at least it confirmed something Hiccup suspected to be true.

"Hm. Interesting..." This dragon sounded a bit like Hiccup. He never wanted to be chief, but now that he was, he seemed to be doing okay at it, and the people of Berk seemed to respect him. "Did no one else want to lead? Only her?"

This dynamic this pack had was so intriguing, Hiccup wanted to learn all he could.

Nodding, he rubbed the back of his neck, his other hand on his hip. "Yeah, I uh, I don't really blame you. They're uh, they're an exuberant bunch, that's for sure. I can assure you though, they won't hurt you or your brothers." Maybe he should introduce her to Fishlegs first, before Snotlout or the twins.

"Hm?" Eyes wide, he froze for a moment, taking in her question. "Ah, well, uh, I...I didn't, either, when I was young. At least, not until I was about fifteen..."

He wasn't sure how to begin when it came to describing his friends. "Well, you know Astrid already. She's...she's incredible," his expression softened as he spoke about her, "she's an amazing warrior, great with strategy...she's the one you always want to have your back in a pinch."

"Then there's Fishlegs. He loves dragons just as much, if not more, than I do. He is kind, and a little hesitant when it comes to battle, but will protect his friends in a heartbeat."

"Snotlout...where to begin with Snotlout... he's...well, he is a little full of himself, and likes to brag, but deep down, he's a good guy. Now, as for the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut...they like to play tricks, joke around. A lot of what they do doesn't make much sense, to be frank."

"If you want to start getting to know them, I'd recommend starting with Fishlegs, then Snotlout, leave the twins for last."

[makorragal-312]

I hope to God that this show doesn't try to bring the Buckleys back just so they can be assholes to Buck about his bisexuality because this man doesn't need anymore bullshit from those two, especially now.

And if they do choose to bring them back for that which I fucking pray they don't, it better be so that Buck can finally and rightfully cut them off and Maddie backs him on it.

[rabbithaver]

every so often i will see a post from a leftist on this website that is so egregiously ableist that i remember that like. oh yeah the userbase of leftists on this website is violently anti-disabled people and will jump at any chance to demonize any of us for any reason. i just forget that fact because i'm extremely dedicated to curating my space

i'm paraphrasing here but i saw a post that said, "every time i see an American [disabled person] mention being scared about the election because they're afraid of losing their benefits i have to laugh. anybody who wants blood-soaked money from the US government deserves to starve" which. like. goodness that's a lot to unpack. i think we should burn the whole suitcase instead !

[moonchild-in-blue]

vessel sleep token the first belly dancer

*runs away*

Come back 🥺 You're cooking 🥺

I wanna give him those cute belly dancer waist scarfs with the clinking coins 🥺✨

[kloss-karliee]

"it's definitely a struggle... but as long as those two boys are happy, it doesn't matter to me. i can take a couple of weeks of pain while they're gone, as long as they are happy." she began to think about how things transpired over the last few years. "i'm not too sure if they fully grasp what is really going on. i know Elijah is too young to really get it. but i'm sure that Levi is slowly beginning to understand that they're getting in a car with one parent, going to a different home & the other isn't coming with them. he's so smart, i almost dread the day that he comes up & asks what is actually going on." she gave a little sniffle & let out a deep sigh. "i'm not sure what i'm going to say to him, or how i would even go about explaining that to him. it's not like Joshua & i hate each other. we just... don't love each other the way that a marriage requires. we have love for each other, just aren't in love with each other... if that makes any sense. it honestly took me a while to wrap my head around that statement, myself. my mom had to explain it to me when i first told her about the two of us separating & sleeping in separate bedrooms. which happened about a year before we finally decided it was better to get a divorce." that was a terrible memory for her & a tough part of her life.

as she took a beat to pause & actually take a breath she realized that she had been droning on again. letting out a scoff at her own actions. "i'm so sorry, i must sound so selfish! i am just droning on & on about my own problems. i'm sure you don't wish to hear about my marriage & divorce. i do so hope that none of this is scaring you off." she just felt so comfortable speaking her thoughts with him. it was a feeling that she hadn't felt with anyone besides her own family in a long time. she felt safe.

she sat up straight, pulling her hands into her lap & lacing her fingers together & began the chewing of the inside of her lip once more, her nerves getting the better of her. she wanted to hear every word that he said clearly & wanted him to know that she was paying close attention. it was only right. as he spoke she felt a sympathetic smile grace her face. "i am so sorry, that just sounds so awful. i mean, it's good that you stuck around for the work but, how rude!" it almost sounded like she was giving her best Michelle Tanner from Full House impression with that one 'how rude'. the chewing of the inside of her bottom lip turned into chewing of the lip itself. it was a habit that would progress from bad to worse, eventually she'd begin to peel the skin off of her bottom lip if she didn't get a hold on herself. she carefully planned out her next statement before she spoke. "i won't lie, i'm a little happy that it didn't work out with her... because without that, i wouldn't have had the opportunity to have you here." she gave a coy smile & a little playful shove to try & lighten the rather tense topic's of conversation.

feeling his lips against hers once more, one thought took up her entire mind. 'God i could live here...' she swore that one thought was so loud that he could probably hear it. the words that he spoke about being afraid to get hurt again, rang true with her. "i can definitely understand your pain there. it's a terrifying thing to put yourself back out there after going through heartbreak like that.

"Oh weeks apart is even worse. But good for you two doing what is right for them even if it's hard." Oliver chuckled softly "I have no doubt that you would Mum love is a intense love that is super human." He had never really thought about kids before, he loved kids, he was great with kids. He had never been with anyone that had kids before and to be honest it didn't seem to bother him. Oliver knew that it would be a while before he met them so before that happened he would be a supportive ear for Karlie to talk about them and miss them.

"Yup." he sighed softly as he brushed away some hair from her face. "A girl, for love. Well what I thought was love... it was going well for a bit and then she met someone else and instead of leaving I stayed for the work." He licked his lip and shrugged "It all worked out in the end I guess but since that I haven't really been in a real relationship." He kissed her softly again "I guess I've been a little afraid of being hurt again."

[cryolyst]

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[eats-the-stars]

hate my sister's shitty good for nothing boyfriend. can you imagine being a 30yo man with two kids who won't even scramble an egg. Not for his kids, not for his girlfriend, not for himself. literally if my sister doesn't leave out pre-made meals when he's watching the kids he will rip up bread or pour them dry cereal or open a granola bar and make himself microwave dinners. like, lowest effort possible. but if i mention this to my sis, she'll be like "no he's definitely cooked for the kids! he scrambled an egg for them once! i watched him do it!" but it's like...so he scrambled one egg in the last five years. just to like, prove he can? at your direct insistence? should we all clap? like seriously. hate this guy. had to really hold back recently because he had someone over and he was interacting with the kids more than usual for appearances, and he had to keep asking me and my sis what the 5yo was signing because he barely bothered to learn his own son's primary form of communication. i was so tempted to say "that one means 'go home' but you wouldn't know that because you don't take them anywhere." so hard to hold that in. If I had to describe this man in two words they would be these: Low Effort. Not quite bare minimum, but JUST enough to convince my sister that it would be too much hassle to get rid of him. he's stupid as fuck, but just smart enough to quickly stop shit like screaming obscenities at the kids for doing normal kid things. and he once stomped on my headphones and broke them in a fit of rage, but gave my sister money to replace them so it was "fine." Like, my sister thinks that he's just struggling with his anger issues, because he had a bad childhood, blah, blah, and oh he would never actually hurt her or the kids. and like, good for you, but i don't trust like that. genuinely hoping he gets struck by lightning and dies instantly.

[keeps-ache]

okay i'm out of evil mode. peace love and a little bit of still-tired on planet earth lol 🧃