#so when he leaves and doesnt come back

[tcrmommabear]

Long Time, Not Seen

She wasn’t exactly sure what to say.

“Welcome home”? “Good to see you”? “Oh brilliant, I’ve been taking care of the Bureau while you’ve been gone, there’s a new crack in the ceiling from Muta’s failed baking attempt”?

Maybe an old version of her would say all of that. Sweep aside the anger and the demand for accountability and just… Accept what happened. All's well that ends well, right? The Bureau was still standing, the Earth still turning, and time just kept passing.

Not this version of her. No longer frightened and helpless and unsure.

She leaned further back in the chair, propping her feet on the desk. The twitch of his eye told her how much he disliked it. She hadn’t a place in her mind or heart to care. Not when he had no right to stand in her office.

He flashes her his million dollar smile, the one reserved for pretty clients and obnoxious ones. When she remains unaffected, he coughs, tries the simpler, patient one. It’s no more dazzling, but Haru’s learned not to look where he directs you to. She sees straight through to him, to where he hides his heart.

Solid oak. Doesn’t beat.

“How can I help you today, sir?” she asks, tilting her chin back to look past his left shoulder. Despite her anger, she’s afraid to look straight into his eyes. Even that green could captivate her wounded heart. She has to remain strong, sure of herself. She won’t let this be swept under the rug. But she’ll play this game long enough to get a kernel of satisfaction. She’s petty like that.

“A cold greeting for an old… Friend, isn’t it Haru?”

He hesitates around the word friend, which makes her heart clench in traitorous and conflicted ways. Even the familiar purr of her name does something to her insides, all cells of her longing and pining and wishing and wanting.

‘He wouldn’t have left without a word for no reason. Surely there’s something going on? Surely he still needs me, needs my help? He came back, didn’t he? Every time, he came back,’ she thinks, half frantically.

She takes her delicate, half hopeful heart, still engraved with the feel of his lips and the memory of their past, and cracks it in half herself.

No one gets to hurt her like that again.

“I don’t know what you mean. I see no friends in this building, besides my lovely little teapot, just an arrogant client who forgets who he’s talking to.”

His heels click as he steps towards the desk, setting his hat on the desk (‘With no respect for my paperwork’) and starting to discard his coat. He looks perturbed, maybe a little irritated, but so far she’s given him no reason to think that he’s not in control of the situation. It ignites a righteous, bitter fury that he thinks so little of her in that way.

“Come now, Miss Haru-” ah, back to Miss then, “I have a lot of work to catch up on. Please, fill me in on all I missed.”

He looks so expectant.

Haru forgets petty. Forgets angry, forgets hurt, forgets betrayed. Hell, forgets heartbroken and yet in love for a second.

Haru gets righteous.

“I,” she says, slowly rising from her chair.

“Am not,” she hisses, the walls of the Sanctuary shuddering against her venom.

“Your damn,” she practically howls over his indignant gasp, the sheer lunacy over being scandalized over a grown woman swearing.

“Secretary!”

The Sanctuary answers her call, her plea, her venom, and shutters its doors, locks its windows. The walls creak as they struggle to pitch forward, folding down to envelope and protect her. 

Baron shouts, taking steps away from her desk and towards the front door, panicked and brash. He looks around wild, rejected by the place that’s always let him come back.

Only then does the building settle, wallpaper wrapping tendrils of support around her forearms, tea cups rattling off the shelf and perfectly served on the desk. She breathes in the scent of her homemade brew, familiar and heartbreaking in equal measures. Only when her hands stop shaking, and she feels he’s suffered the silence just enough, does Haru meet Baron.

Brown eyes to green.

Her heart does a flip, but she crushes it flat.

“Times have changed, Baron Humbert von Gikkingen,” she says, pulling her chair back to the desk, “and I’m not one to forsake what change I’ve been given.”

The Sanctuary met her meaning, jostling the umbrella holder closer so she could pluck her own cane out, and tossed the sleek white sunhat onto her desk. She dressed herself, calm and poised, and came around the desk to stand before him.

At ease and within her own domain.

“Good evening, sir,” she spoke, never breaking eye contact, “welcome to the Bureau.”

[s0fter-sin]

codtwt is going off on brainwashed!soap bc of his new warzone skin and it’s making me think of ghost deliberately getting himself captured by makarov bc he knows he’ll be given to his dog to try and break him; knows he won’t be able to resist the irony, the cruelty of being tortured by the teammate he lost

he doesn’t fight; welcomes the chains around his wrists and ankles, welcomes the hands stripping him of his weapons and gear until he's defenceless

he wouldn't use them anyway

when he stalks into the room, the muzzle, the scars, not even the blank hatred or lack of recognition could make him mistake his eyes

that's his johnny

he doesn't flinch as he digs knives into his skin; would never shy away from his kiss even if it's tinged with rusted steel. doesn't swallow his screams; not when he always loved hearing him, when he spent so long coaxing his voice from the grave

frustration joins the anger in johnny's eyes the longer he goes without giving up information

just jokes; dark and puns alike

just advice when he can't get the jumper cables to spark right

ghost's not trying to escape; not trying to barter his return to the 141

he's right where he wants to be

[ratatatastic]

Vanha Kauppahalli date: en full, a 2 minute 50 second masterpiece...

Primetime Panthers | 11.6.24 (x)

[shit-talker]

I feel like people dont lean into just how complicated dick and jasons relationship could and should be.

Give me these two boys who were thrown together, who didn't really fit together or get along, whose age gap was just a little too big for them to fully understand each other when they met, forced into this role of brothers even when they didnt feel that way.

Give me a young jason todd, so confused and annoyed that the guy who's supposed to be his big brother, his mentor won't even come home once a week to have dinner, who doesn't talk to him, and ignores everything he does.

Give me a hurt dick grayson, who is so angry with bruce and pissed off at the idea of being replaced that he just cant look at his new brother, even though he doesn't blame him.

Give me a dick grayson who never fully saw jason todd as his brother until it was too late.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

wormie wormie wormie wormi-

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Hiii everyone, say, how do your Hawkes go go about sharing their estate? If they do it at all? Is everyone free to come and go or are they more private? Or do they only invite their LI to stay? I'm curious!! :)

[hella1975]

so there's a reason my new job got back to me so quickly about my application and that's bc it's an absolute fucking shambles like actually perfect timing for me to decide to rewatch the bear bc i have never more felt like ive been thrown into a broke on-its-knees establishment trying to crawl its way up the ladder where i am somehow a godsend to them. my old job was crazy and shambolic in the sense that the industry is just Like That but this one?????? insanity. every 5 mins i am questioning what im doing with my life. ive already had a walk-in fridge moment

[fiendishartist2]

fuck you all, and fuck me as well. merry christmas. check your bathroom now.

[redeemed-wren]

Thought too long about Hermoine daughter of Meneleus and Helen and got sad

[arsenicflame]

(in general, removed from any specific au's where he needs to swim/not swim for Plot)

(personally, i think my stance is that he has some ability to keep himself afloat in calmer waters- on the shore or in a pool- but not in the way where its a particular skill. hes spend enough time dicking around in the shallows with Jack & Sam & Ed to know how to handle himself in water where he cant consistently reach the bottom, to feel comfortable cooling off by a waterfall, but is also keenly aware that if he goes overboard, even in relatively calm waters, being able to swim isnt going to do anything to save his life if a dinghy isnt sent. hes not gonna drown the second he's in the ocean or anything, but hes screwed if the waters a little too rough or its late or a raid and it isnt noticed before the ships a way away.)

[blasphemousclaw]

i had to straight up stop watching his elden ring videos cuz id just keep stopping like "thats not true. thats been debunked. theres no support for that. thats your conjecture presented as fact" just all the time. not going to invoke a certain eternally youthful lil bug god but the fact vaati keeps deliberately saying certain tree soldiers are mind controlled into blowing themselves up *when their armor description says the exact opposite* just to provide support for a certain bazonk reference was one of the last straws for me.

ALSO HE JUST SAYS RYKARDS A REDHEAD!!!! DO YOU SEE ANY HAIR ON THAT SNAKE VAATI??? CUZ I DONT. what we SHOULD be theorizing about is radahns reaction when morgott pounced on him chimpanzee style when he attacked leyndell

godddd its literally so obnoxious like he just makes assumptions that are either unprovable or provably untrue 😭 either way it’s misinformation… like if you’re making an assumption based on your own conjecture you should be open about what sources of information you’re basing your conjecture on. you can’t just present it like a true statement

“three children were born each with radagon’s red hair” rykard having red hair is an assumption that is not provable. you could point to the gelmir knight helm description (“its red feathers symbolize rykard’s pedigree as lord radagon’s son”) as evidence for why you believe that to be the case and make an argument, but then you also have to account for the fact that he literally does not have red hair in any portrait we have of him. the video this statement is from is presented like a grand cinematic narrative, so of course he goes with the romantic image of radagon and rennala’s three redheaded children complete with art and music and dramatic narration. that doesn’t automatically make it true though

[simcardiac-arrested]

ns has the burnt part of his wings plucked or cut off every time he falls. ends up with less and less wing.

you people come up with such evil ideas i think

[isa-ah]

crick is a few years older than isaiah... what if he had very faint i was a little boy memories of isaiahs mom before she died oxo

[opqrstuv04]

Also wait, the way Stede says “wait for me” and flails off into the woods after asking if ED wants to come with HIM 🫥🫥🫥 you KNOW Ed was reliving alllllll the emotions about being left on the dock! And he STILL WAITS because deep down he STILL TRUSTS STEDE!!! NOBODY TOUCH ME

[muchmossymess]

au where ling comes to amestris early and winds up in dublith instead of rush valley, where he meets a certain greedy immortal...

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

please stop calling me master ToT