#there was no reason he just attacked her????

[mymarifae]

dess is the knight. here's why

so, i keep seeing people arguing and being unsure who/what the knight is. lots of people saying that it's carol, or that it's actually none of the holidays and is just connected to them somehow. meanwhile i'm 99.99999999% certain it is in fact DESS. and you know what bumped my certainty levels up from like 75% to that 99.99999999%? gerson.

the dark world was able to use his dust to revive him for a time. he was perfectly himself, and he was in this sort of... limbo state of being a darkner and a lightner. but his funeral rites were followed correctly, minus actually burying his urn. so let's ask ourselves: what happens when the funeral rites aren't followed correctly?

what if they CAN'T be? what if the death is so sudden and horrible and her dust is lost? ... what if a fraction of her dust attaches itself to an object that does not correctly resonate with her soul? what if that's all that you have left of her? this incongruent amalgamation of her-but-not-her? do you throw the object away? no, that's your daughter. your childhood best friend. you're going to cling to the little bit you still have of her and try to bring the rest of her back. let the world end if it must; she's more important.

knight carol immediately falls apart for me for two big reasons, and one is simply that this is not what a lightner would look like in the dark world.

this is a lost, twisted being. this is the other side of the scale gerson was on, of near-simultaneously being a lightner and a darkner.

the other reason i can't buy into knight carol is that the knight was already waiting for susie and kris in the dark world while carol was at home grounding noelle. can the woman teleport? exist in two places at once? no. it's just not her.

anyway, plotholes in knight carol theory aside, there are SO many visual clues that the knight is at least a fraction of dess. if you weren't paying close attention - and good chance you weren't because you had bullets to dodge - you might have interpreted the knight's sword as just a sword. and then later, in noelle's house, you run into carol's katana and it's like, woah wait a SWORD?! that is intentional misdirection. the knight's sword is not a Sword. it's a bat.

here i have a handy and very painstakingly detailed chart just for you

real life + in-game katana vs the knight's "sword" vs real life bats. note the bottom of the knight's sword jutting out in one direction and how the real life black bat does the same thing.

katanas are also not wielded with one hand. the correct posture is with two

now, look how the knight swings her "sword":

if you manage to "win" the fight in chapter three, susie attacks the knight head-on, and chips the sword

and, oh, huh would you look at that-

interesting coincidence. also, the knight turns into a baseball-looking ball multiple times

one more thing. this stained glass window design in the church. it's dess standing below the titan she now shares a body silhouette with

(pardon the shaky outlines i refuse to turn on my tablet right now but hopefully that helps you see what i'm talking about if you couldn't at first)

and this isn't even getting into how dess's song is incorporated into the knight's battle theme. we finally met our girl, guys. it's her

[mikoreilovepostgenerator]

Ooh I’ve got a couple.

First there was the teacher (not my teacher mind you just another teacher in my grade) who decided she didn’t like how I left my desk “dirty” and one day decided to take everything out of it and make me get permission from her to take 2 things at a time. When my dad and my actual teacher found out they were both pissed and the problem went away real fast.

Then there was the one who had it out for me. She would find every reason to keep me in from recess, or exclude me from things (including being really nice to my friends so they didn’t believe me). She also continually kept me near my bully because she considered me part of that problem. Big one with her was when I asked her a specific question about a merit I hadn’t earned and then instead of having a conversation with me she turned to the class and asked them to tell me why they thought I didn’t earn it. It was the very end of the day, and she held me, now sobbing from embarrassment, behind to ask me not to tell my parents. Luckily I was taught about not listening to that statement and told my dad immediately when he picked me up. The shit show continued from there. Everyone I knew back then insisted she was the best teacher they’d ever had. (Fun fact she was at the Boston marathon when it was bombed, but wasn’t injured).

Then when I got to middle school, one of the gym teachers, the self centered type, didn’t like me because I was fat. We ran laps every day and I was not allowed any accommodation for less or a different warmup despite asking multiple times. People normally weren’t allowed to pass whoever was in the back, but there was a special rule that I specifically could be passed. When it came to running the mile, there was no leeway. 10 minutes was the goal- I could hardly make 15. Once, she told me and the one other person who didn’t make the cut that she would make us retry with everyone else watching until we hit her goal. Chat, the reason I can’t run isn’t because I’m fat, but because I have a chronic ankle injury. I had such a bad panic attack that her idea was shut down pretty quick when another teacher found out.

Anyway I wonder why I distrust authority figures.

does everyone have a teacher that they still have beef with/ hold a grudge against today??

[starry-bi-sky]

@megacharizardx99

I was gonna initially just leave this as a reply but I'll probably exceed the word limit, but I like this question! This is a good question :]

Honestly with it being this early on in Batman's career, and with Nightingale being the designated emergency support, I can pretty confidently say that Danny's relationship with the other Rogues ranges from neutral to dislike, and vice versa. Just by virtue of it being really early on in all of their careers and thus Rogues like Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn and stuff, haven't had the character development to otherwise be someone worth, eh, well, liking.

Nightingale's role as 'emergency only' means that he's really not seen that often. Bruce is a pretty master escape artist so for him to get in a situation that requires Danny to feel like he needs to step in is rare.

I haven't gotten Nightingale's persona completely set in stone yet, I'm still bouncing around with ideas, but the current gist I've got for him is that he's honestly pretty quiet. He's not there to engage in a fight or banter, he physically can't; he's there to aid the Batman and that usually means subterfuge, sabotage, psychological tricks, to just straight up shooting people with tranq darts depending on his mood that day.

The Nightingale posts I have here are hyperbolic and a bit exaggerated for my own amusement and entertainment, albeit still reflective of what I'm thinking of for the fic. The post this comment came from is a special case in that it was a joke idea I came up with and felt like sharing. It might show up in fic, just in a different format.

With that being said, from the POV of the Rogues, it means that the Batman has this protective little shadow that will pop up at random and either enact psychological warfare on them (distract them long enough for Batman to free himself), break their stuff (make it easier for Batman to free himself), or straight up shoot them with a tranquilizer, and you never really know which it will be until it's happening. Sometimes its all three.

Sometimes its neither of them; sometimes its him freeing Batman without ever making his presence known. One moment the Bat was trapped, the next he's not.

I don't think they even learn what his name is for a while either. He's probably just called smth like 'the Shadow' until people find out his name is Nightingale.

Safe to say though, the Rogues don't like Batman's little shadow that much, and even if he doesn't show up, he invokes this unwilling paranoia in a lot of them whenever they have him trapped. Besides, he's associated with Batman, the guy who keeps trying to stop them, that makes Nightingale a hated figure on principle.

As for Danny's opinion on the Rogues, I don't think there's any of them that he necessarily likes. Sympathizes with, sure, but not like. Folks like Mr. Freeze and Poison Ivy and Babydoll fall under his 'cool motive, still murder' banner, where yeah he gets where they're coming from, but that doesn't excuse the harm they're doing. While folks like Black Mask, the Penguin, or Joker, fall under his 'what an asshole' banner, where he doesn't like them just for the obvious reasons of they're hurting people for power.

He probably likes Catwoman honestly, but her main profession is also thief not murderer so she has that going for her.

I don't think he'd have any special opinions on the other ghost characters. They're ghosts; water is wet, fork found in kitchen.

But yeah, as of the timeline right now Danny's opinion on the Rogues and vice versa are what you'd expect. He's not in the field often enough to form a relationship with any of them beyond the normal one, and considering his schtick is "you made Batman need my help" he's not particularly inclined on changing it. Child ghosts can be so protective yk, especially clingy little traumatized ones with separation anxiety.

[lvrclerc]

JOB REQUIREMENTS

summary: when you signed up to become f1's new rising star isack hadjar's personal assistant, you didn't realize that taking care of his three-year old daughter was going to be part of the job requirements.

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pairing: young single dad!isack hadjar x pa!reader wordcount: 2.2K content: alternative universe - single dad, toddler behavior, fluff, use of y/n note: wrote this in one sitting who am i. this is more of a pairing exploration than an actual fic, the idea just attacked me. lmk if you want to see more of them!

EVENT MANAGEMENT THRIVED on a few core elements, but in the high-octane world of motorsports, less was always more: organization, determination, and adaptability. These three qualities were preached like holy gospel to every employee, an anthem you recited with choir-like devotion.

You adored it.

You prospered in the rhythm of conscientious planning, relishing the sight of your carefully color-coded folders transforming into seamless hospitality experiences for the Racing Bulls team. A rainbow gradient arranged each of them following their respective topics, and your notes were written in neat 1.5-line spacing with a smooth gliding blue pen. 

What started as a side hustle to earn additional money had become the heartbeat of your life, so much that your college degree in marketing had shifted to online classes so you could commit yourself fully. After all, a student’s timetable was rarely vacant, and availability was another salient currency when you dabbled in a world as tumultuous as Formula One. Combining event management with its adrenaline was a gamble, one you’d taken with hungry hands, much to your parents’ overly vocal dismay.

Your work ethic would have eventually led to a promotion; you were sure of it. Although you hadn’t quite expected that promotion to be a spot as Isack Hadjar’s personal assistant.

The reason for the switch had been told through hurried whispers, something about his PA quitting right before the season opener, leaving his calendar messy and unattended. The team scrambled to find a replacement. A day in, and your name had apparently come up, your expertly organized folders had spoken for themselves, and next thing you knew, you were managing Racing Bulls’ up-and-coming talent.

You didn’t speak much to him during the first few weeks. Mostly, they were about cleaning up the mess his last assistant had left behind: you wondered how they’d managed to get anything done with the thousands of stray, half-written notes left around on crumpled paper, each one threatening you with an aneurysm. Still, amidst the handful of emails you exchanged and the scattered conversations you had, you managed to gather a few keywords that could classify what kind of man Isack Hadjar was.

Easygoing. He never fussed about the social media obligations you threw his way and partook in them with blinding enthusiasm. He happily interacted with the crowd, would quickly fire off replies to your emails about an upcoming event, and always ended them with an unprofessional (but oddly charming) smiley face. Shy, awkward. As confident as he appeared in his car or around the team, Isack often stumbled over his words in more intimate settings: the few times you were by his side to run through his daily schedule, he’d give you half-answers with cheeks flushed pink, followed by an horrid attempt at a joke, and inevitably a water bottle knocked somewhere. Young. At twenty-one, the same age as you, he often hovered between friend and boss, hesitant to treat you like a subordinate or even as a colleague.

It was part of the reason you were so astonished upon learning he had a whole daughter. See, Dad was not a keyword you’d planned to add to your mental files.

“I’m very sorry to ask this, really,” Isack had apologized on media day during the Bahrain race weekend, his eyes earnest and rimmed with exhaustion. “But I couldn’t find a daycare that would take her in, and no family member could babysit.”

You blinked at him. The request replayed in your mind like a broken record. “I’m not a babysitter, Isack. I’m your assistant,” you said, but your mind was halfway there.

He offered a sheepish grin. “Technically, you’re already babysitting me.”

“You’re a grown adult,” you deadpanned, deeply unamused. “You don’t need me to change your diaper, unless you forgot to tell me about a pharmacy run for incontinence medicine.”

“She’s three,” Isack said, his brows knitting together, and he looked more offended at your accusation toward his daughter than your jab at him. “She doesn’t need diapers anymore. She’s very capable. I just— I need my assistant’s assistance to take care of her. For one weekend, just one.”

Assia Hadjar was a beautiful girl, truly. With thick brown curls, wide hazel eyes that reminded you of a startled deer, and freckled tan skin, she was the spitting image of her father. She’d looked so shy the first time Isack first introduced you, hiding behind his legs and shifting nervously in her sparkling blue shoes. It had fooled you into thinking that, even though your gift didn’t lie in childcare, you could manage it for a single race weekend. You heard Isack’s weak “Oh putain, merci” when you nodded.

What naivety.

You’d expected that one weekend with Assia would be the longest forty-eight hours of your life, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer mayhem that ensued.

First, there was the meltdown over the blue cup. You’d given her the green one: same shape, same cartoon princess (Tiana, if you’re interested in any precision), but somehow the wrong color. Cue tears, snot, and decibels you imagined an opera singer could reach, not a three-year-old. You’d tried to explain that all the cups were the same, even offered to swap them, which was deeply ironic coming from someone who wouldn’t write on anything other than squared paper, but by then, she’d upgraded to the “lying on the floor and wailing” stage.

Then came the pasta incident. Who knew a girl no more than three apples tall could have such strong opinions on pasta shapes? Again, coming from the one person bossing the entire staff team around. Apparently, penne was a direct insult to her pride, and only the twirly ones were acceptable. When you’d asked her to demonstrate “twirly ones” with a picture, she’d drawn what looked like a worm on the back of your neatly printed itinerary.

By the end of one weekend, you’d found pasta shapes you never knew existed—and probably didn’t—, learned that the Pokemon theme song on repeat will break your sanity, and discovered that the N-A-P word was a threat to national security. You were certain you’d done a horrible job because, at some point, you’d shamefully texted Isack an emergency SOS about a crying tantrum when you’d forbidden her to adopt a random spider from the paddock.

But when Isack came to pick her up, Assia had run to him grinning, eyes bright, babbling about how “Y/N was the best ever” and you “made the pasta worms taste sooooo good”. You’d braced yourself for mockery, but instead, he’d looked at you with a relieved gratitude that made your chest ache.

The following day had entailed your full initiation to toddlerhood, which included watching Disney’s Mulan on repeat for the hundredth time. You wondered how she didn’t get tired of hearing the same song, with the same lines, over and over again (yes, you were still reluctantly humming along. It’s Mulan.)

Halfway through the hundred and first time, Assia had fallen asleep curled into your side, half-lying on the floor and back against the feet of your hotel room couch. Her sparkly blue shoe had been abandoned in a pile of her belongings, including an Umbreon plushie, next to your bed. You’d meant to get up and tackle your emails, maybe catch up on the sponsorship decks that were piling up, but somewhere between a shirtless Li Shang and the beginning notes of A Girl Worth Fighting For, your eyelids had grown impossibly heavy.

You woke up as the credits rolled quietly in front of you, a crick in your neck and a crayon in your hair. Looking around, eyes bleary and slightly dazed, you noticed Isack leaning against the doorframe of your room. His arms were crossed on the Racing Bulls compression shirt he was wearing, hugging his biceps tightly, and you found yourself staring a beat too long in the dim light of the room. A fond smile thinned his lips.

“Rough night?” he asks, and he must have taken your stare for confusion because he stumbled upon an explanation. “You— you gave me a duplicate of your key for the room. So I could pick her up after the interviews.”

“I remember, I remember, I just— Ugh,” you groaned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and not speaking too loud so as to not wake Assia. “I fell asleep during a children’s movie. I think that’s a new low.”

“Could’ve been worse,” Isack laughed. His gaze drifted to the almost empty blue cup. “At least you figured out she liked the blue cup, this time.”

You glared at him, but reached for the water bottle on the table. “Contrary to popular beliefs, and by popular I mean mine, she likes a lot of things,” you grumbled, unscrewing the cap. “Except naps. Or any vegetables with funny textures. Or fizzy sodas. Or—”

You paused, catching the way his smile softened as he watched you. It occurred to you that you’d never had Isack like this in your presence: relaxed, not fumbling over himself. “What?”

“Nothing.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just… I think you’re better at this than you think.”

“Right.” A snort escaped you, and Assia’s asleep form shifted against your side. It was late, Isack could still carry her to bed without waking her up, so you smoothed her hair with a featherlight touch, hoping to soothe her back to sleep. She frowned, small fingers clutching the crisp fabric of your carefully ironed shirt, and buried her face deeper against your ribs. “She’s so stubborn,” you murmured absentmindedly. You couldn’t help but add, “just like her dad.” The few months you’d worked for him had taught you the family resemblance was striking in that regard.

Isack arched a brow. A surprised chuckle fell out of his lips. “That’s rich coming from you.” He padded over quietly, sneakers muffled on the carpet, and settled himself next to Assia. Slowly, with a carefulness that constricted your chest, he tucked a curl behind her ear. “She’s never that… open. With strangers, I mean. She likes you.”

Your eyes darted from the small girl to her father in amusement. “Does she, now? The tears and screams could have fooled me.”

“She does, she couldn’t shut up about you,” he insisted, huffing out a laugh. “She, uh— she takes after her dad for that too.”

That time, your carefully maintained professional front cracked, a tiny fissure in the businesslike ice wall you so meticulously built over time. Your eyes widened, heat tightened your cheeks and crept up your neck, and your hand froze on Assia’s hair—right next to Isack’s. He wasn’t doing any better. The admission seemed to have robbed him of his usual confidence, leaving him unable to meet your gaze for longer than a second.

“I— I mean, I’m, I’m glad that—” You never stammered. You were composed, efficient— your voice carried, and your words were deliberate, measured. Now, you weren’t sure you even remembered how the English language worked.

Isack smiled to himself as the title screen to Mulan rolled on again. You wanted to throw a pillow at him. Yet, with Assia curled up and fast asleep between the two of you, you still sat through another hour of songs about fighting and honor.

You thought it would be the end of it. One ambiguous weekend, and you’d slip back to your usual schedule, rearranging Isack’s meetings and leaving his daughter to his capable family or caretaker. You could ignore anything ever happened that night, and pretend the glances you stole when you thought the other wasn’t looking was a figment of boredom during bland days.

But the next race weekend, Assia refused to go to daycare as a whole.

“She said she wants to be with you,” Isack said, looking ridiculously apologetic. Jesus, that little girl really had him wrapped around her finger.

You, on the other end, had been stunned to silence. “Me? She wants to be… with me?”

“She’s been asking for you all week,” he admitted, eyes darting to the side. “And I—” He hesitated. “She’s… she’s happier with you than she’s ever been at daycare.”

You stared at him. You had a sneaky feeling that the universe had played a cosmic joke at your expense. “But— Isack— I’m not even good at this,” you protested. “My entire process was based on Google, a spreadsheet she doodled on, and a prayer.”

His laugh sounded awkward. “Like I said, she likes you,” he said simply. The softness in his voice was foreign to you, but not entirely unwelcome. What he said that night in your hotel room came back full force, and your cheeks darkened a few shades. “That should be enough, right?”

You wanted to tell him that, no, it wasn’t enough. You were in over your head, it wasn’t what you signed up for, and your messy color-coded folders cried out for a well-needed weekly organization. Instead, you found yourself nodding, because somehow—despite your many, many failures—you’d become the one person this tiny human trusted more than anyone else.

That was how your weekends became a strange blend of racing schedules, sponsor meetings, and toddler tantrums and giggles. And for reasons you couldn’t quite comprehend, you found you didn’t mind it at all. At first, you thought it was the job requirements. The obligations, as usual.

But maybe it was Assia and her loud determination. Maybe it was Isack and the way he stared when he thought you didn’t notice. 

Maybe it was a bit of both.

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[buckleysibz]

an alternate universe out there where buck realised he has feelings for eddie during the shooting arc but pushed it down because of reasons. and eddie realised he had feelings for buck during the lightning arc. <- this is only relevant so i can have a b99 inspired scene where bucknatalia and eddiemarisol are on a double date, and natalia lets it slip that buck used to have a crush on eddie. not in a cruel way but maybe eddie does something charming and she’s like damn i get why buck used to like you. (she knows this because buck is attempting to practise emotional honesty in his relationship. and he’s also convinced himself that he’s moved on.) buck is immediately on the verge of a panic attack, stuttering out that it was a few years ago and he’s completely over it. simultaneously avoiding eddie’s eyes and also looking to see if eddie is put off by this. meanwhile eddie is buffering. frozen. he’s caught between ‘buck used to like me’ and ‘he’s completely over it’. he might have stopped breathing for a second. but he also can’t look away from buck because when? and how? and why?. marisol is eating a breadstick. <- just in case you were wondering what was happening on her end.

[casadecopia]

My grandma lied to my dad until the day she died about his biological father. he didn’t know for around 60 years that his father and that side of the family had been always looking for him. my grandmother kept them from being in contact.

My dad never got the chance to meet his biological father and when he found out that he had died and my grandmother didn’t tell him and he missed the funeral he got so upset he didn’t go visit her in the hospital when she had cancer one time.

All my grandparents have passed on now but we found this out over a couple years during the time my grandmother’s cancer came back and my father never once brought it up to her. And she died never knowing my dad found his other half of the family and has a half sister he’s met and she’s wonderful and a part of our family now

But for real the reason he didn’t tell her wasn’t to be mean, it was just she had spent her entire life covering up she’d gotten pregnant at 18 and he was afraid if he told her she’d have a heart attack and lose it so my dad and his brother he grew up with (he was adopted by grandpa when he was like 4 or something so he was raised knowing he had a foster father) but they both kept that secret from her together and she died without ever telling my dad the truth and then my grandpa died six months later and they never told him either

My grandma’s on and off again boyfriend that she cheated on grandpa with died today.

[feelbokkie]

L♡VE IN F♡CUS | Chapter 31

WARNINGS: none(?)

PAIRING: idol!Changbin x fem reader

GENRE: smau, crack, angst, fluff

P♡V: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

SUMMARY: Amateur concert photographer Y/n has recently been promoted to junior music journalist. Her first assignment? An exposé on the popular Kpop boy group, Stray Kids. Spending an entire tour doing in depth interviews with eight men seems simple enough, but one member isn't exactly open to the idea. Will Y/n be able to break down the walls around his heart, or will her big break turn into a big disaster?

TAGLIST: ♡PENED

W♡RD C♡UNT: 1,617

SCREENSH♡T C♡UNT: 28

A/N: she's a longer chapter so buckle up and maybe get some snacks. i decided that since i made you guys wait so long for ch 30, i’d give you ch 31 earlier as a treat and a thank you for being patient

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“I’m falling in love with you."

Changbin's words echo loudly in your head, drowning out every other sound around you. Changbin's hand is no longer in yours, whether you dropped it or he let go is something you're unsure of.

"Y-you...you're...what?" You stammer as you try, but fail, to understand what is currently happening.

"I'm falling in lo—"

"No, no. I heard you. It's just..." Your voice trails off as the words die in your throat and sink deep down to the pit of your stomach. You pull the towel off your head like that's going to help you understand.

Part of you feels like you're drowning. Time has slowed down, and gravity is pulling you deep into the ground. Your heart is pounding so fast that it's tripping over its own rhythm. Maybe you're having a heart attack. Maybe you finally overworked yourself to your breaking point and this is just some sort of weird vision before you die. Your pulse drums in your ears, adding an out-of-tune melody to Changbin's words.

Another, larger part of you is floating, lifted by the wings of the butterflies in your stomach. Despite the intense chill running through your body, you can feel whatever heat you had left rushing to your face. Giddiness swirls around your body, mixed with nausea, because for some unexplainable reason,

Seo Changbin is falling in love with you.

"Noona?" Changbin asks slowly, his hand landing gently on your shoulder.

"Are you stupid?" Your voice cracks and is tight, constricted in your dry throat.

"...well sometimes when people are in love they tend to be a little st—"

"Stop saying that," You whisper, your voice trembling with fear. "Just...just stop."

You push yourself off the floor and walk to the opposite side of the hallway. Changbin is up almost just as fast, but he keeps his distance from you. He watches you intently, waiting for your next move, while fiddling with his fingers.

"What is wrong with you?" You ask, your voice raising an octave. "You just had a front-row seat to that shit show that was Hyunjin's dating scandal with me and you just--"

"If that's what you're worried about, you don't need to be. If we did start dating and got found out or revealed or whatever, nobody would care." Changbin's hand reaches out towards you before he stops himself and leans against the wall behind him. He tosses his hands behind to keep himself at bay.

"Stop saying that people won't care. Your fans care, trust me they do. I can pull so many posts to prove it to you. And I don't know if you're aware, but according to your fans I'm an evil manipulative sasaeng trying to poison the group." You run your hands through your hair out of frustration.

"But you aren't. I know you're not. You know you're not. So why should what anyone else thinks matter? All that should matter is how we feel about each other. And I already know how I feel about you." His voice softens, filled with a tender melody.

"The fact that when something like this was speculated I was doxed and relentlessly harassed for weeks aside." You push yourself off the wall and start pacing back and forth, trying to make sense of everything happening. "This—whatever the hell this is—is highly inappropriate. I'm a reporter and you are the person I'm actively interviewing and reporting on. Any sort of relationship between us beyond that is unprofessional and a major conflict of interest. I'm sure it's a breach of ethics."

"I'm big on ethics and principles, you know that." Changbin starts, his voice determined to break through the storm raging in your head. "But this is a little different. We're both adults and can separate our personal and professional lives. I know you can. So if our feelings are mutual and we decided to—"

"Oh my god," You mutter to yourself.

You walk off in the direction you're already facing in the middle of your pacing. You're not entirely sure if you're even heading in the direction of your hotel room. You just desperately want to get out of this conversation. What you do know is that there are elevators on either side of the hallway.

"Y/n, Y/n wait," Changbin runs after you and grabs your hand, effectively stopping you from getting away.

"This is a bad idea." Tears well up in your eyes as you try to pry yourself from his grip.

Changbin's hand slides down from your wrist down to your hand. "You're just scared."

"N-no I'm not." There's a pang in your chest as Changbin catches you off guard. "You're confused is all."

"I'm not confused." Changbin's brows shoot up in surprise as he scoffs at you.

"Yes, you are. You have no idea what you're talking about."

"I do know what I'm talking about. I know how I feel about you and I'm serious when I say I'm falling in love with you."

"Well stop,"

"That's not exactly in my control,"

"Just take it back."

"I can't,"

"You have to!"

"I don't want to!"

"You're making a mistake!"

"You are not a mistake!"

Creak...

Both of your heads shoot in the direction where one of the doors opens. Before you can think of an excuse as to why you're arguing with Changbin in the hallway at three in the morning, Changbin pulls the two of you into a nearby linen closet.

"What are you—"

You're cut off by Changbin's hand covering your mouth. In the dimly lit cramped space, you watch as Changbin raises his finger to his mouth telling you to be quiet. Your bodies are close, almost pressed together. Your hands are on Changbin's chest to give you as much distance as you can get. But you can feel Changbin's heart pounding beneath your fingertips. And you're almost certain he can feel yours.

"Whoever is out here being loud, knock it off and go to bed." The muffled voice on the other side of the door warns. You can't be sure, but you think it might be one of the other members.

After a few moments, you can hear the door close again. But neither of you move nor do you talk. Surrounded by the sound of both of your hearts drumming against your chests and your breathing, you calm down. Your gazes locked into each other, and time seems to have stilled, an eternity within a fleeting moment. Changbin lowers his finger from his lips and lands on your waist. He slowly moves his other hand from your mouth and moves it to your cheek. With a gentleness that feels foreign, he wipes a stray tear from your eye with his thumb.

"You're scared, and that's understandable." His voice is low in a whisper. His eyes search your face before letting out a shaky breath and starting again. "I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—the last thing I wanted was to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t even mean to say it out loud. I was just…thinking about it and I guess I’m so tired that I said it out loud. But I said it and I’m not taking it back. I’ll even say it again: I’m falling in—”

"Please, don't," Your voice breaks as another tear falls.

"I'm falling in love with you, Y/n." He repeats, all formality gone in words. "Trust me, I didn't mean to and I certainly didn't want to. But I did and I'm going to continue to do so."

You continue to stare at Changbin with your lips parted like you're ready to argue back. But you can't. Your head is empty again.

"If you rejected me...If you told me that you don't have feelings for me, I would respect your wishes and leave you alone. But you didn't. In all your reasons why we shouldn't be together, not once did you say that you didn't like me back."

He's right. You mentioned how it's a bad idea and that you shouldn't get together. But you never said that the feelings aren't exactly mutual. Whatever those feelings may be.

"I'm not falling in love with you, Changbin." You whisper so quietly, you're not sure you actually said it out loud.

"Doesn't mean you don't feel anything." A hopeful glint shins in Changin's eyes.

"That's not..."

"Tell me you don't feel anything for me."

"I can't,"

Ba-dum

Your answer takes you by surprise. But something in you can't lie about this. You're not sure what you feel but there is something there. It's not love, but...

"You don't have to respond now. I won't push you, I promise. But I won't back down either. Just...just wait until you're done working with us." Changbin presses his lips together for a moment while he chooses his next words. "The tour is almost over and so is your project. Then we won't be working 'together' anymore. Give me your answer then. I'll respect your decision, just give me until the end of the tour."

You're not sure why, if it's the soft vulnerable tone in his voice that sounds like he might crack any second. Or maybe it's the warm intense gentle gaze in his eyes that you've never seen in anyone's eyes before. At least, not when they're looking at you. Every fiber in your being is telling you to trust him, and so you do. "Okay,"

A genuine fond smile that you've only seen when he admires one of his members or talks to his family on the phone appears on his face. You can tell that he wants to add more but he refrains, not wanting to spook you further.

Ba-dum

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Black Dahlia - 57. Questions

Summary: Post execution of Amber, Dahlia has some questions she needs answered. And there's only one person she can trust to give her the answers she needs. But before she can confront the person she really needs to, life decides to throw something else her way. Warnings: Physical abuse where character cannot fight back (punching/hitting). Mentions of blood.

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I should give her more time. She’s been through a lot in the last day. But I have to know. And going to Bodhi or Garrick is going to be no help. I need to hear it from her. Need to hear it from an unbiased opinion before I confront them. I need to get my facts straight in case I've gone down a rabbit hole that I don't need to.

I’d seen both Garrick and Bodhi make a move towards me as they’d descended the dais after formation had been dismissed, but I’d slipped into the crowd before they could get close to me. I know they could tell I thought something was up. Xaden I could understand making it to Violet’s room and being alerted of what was happening to to Sgaeyl’s bond with Tairn. But Garrick and Bodhi also being there didn’t add up. There wouldn’t have been time to grab them. And I know Garrick hadn’t been at his room till at least the early hours of the morning. But I needed more confirmation before I approached them.

I catch up to her just as she’s about to cross into the Academic Wing, tailed by her new bodyguard Liam. “Can we talk?”

She looks at me with narrowed eyes, clearly unsure as to why I’d want to talk to her. For a moment I’m worried she’s going to tell me no and to go away. But she doesn’t. Instead she looks up at me and nods. Which honestly surprises me.

I motion for her to follow me towards the Library, and she quickly obliges. Liam turns to follow, clearly hell bent on going where ever she goes. I hold out an arm, stopping him in his path. “You can wait outside. And don’t you dare try and sneak in.” I warn him. He quickly scans the area, clearly looking for Xaden. When he see’s he’s in the clear he nods and steps back. Seems being his Squad Leader for the last few months still accounted for something.

I follow Violet into the library, quickly closing and locking the door behind us which causes her to turn and look at me with panic.

”I’m not going to hurt you.” I tell her, which doesn’t seem to ease her worries much as she keeps her eyes focused on me.

”What do you want?” She asks as she folds her arms across her chest and looks at me.

”What time were you attacked last night?” I ask her.

She furrows her brow. “It was late. Early hours of the morning I think. Why do you need to know?”

I ignore her question, moving onto my next one. “What were they wearing when they turned up to help you?”

”Um... Flight leathers I think. Why does that matter?” She asks, more demanding than last time.

So they had been out. Xaden and Garrick I could almost pass off as being out with the other third years. But Bodhi… Bodhi I couldn’t. Second years didn’t get called out. And if so, it meant shit had gone royally wrong. But this was now the second time that I knew of that those three had been out together at night. The first one I could potentially pass off as a flight to just get away from here. Or to do some training together. But this one, they’d been out late. Very late. And I couldn’t think of any reason Bodhi would be out that late. Not fully kitted out if Violet was remembering correctly. Which I knew she would be. That girl remembered every little detail, even if she didn’t realise she was. She took in everything.

”Are you going to tell me why you’re asking me this? You could just go ask them. They’re your friends aren’t they?”

“Just curious about something is all. Just wanted to see what you knew was all.” I tell her before turning back towards the door.

”That’s all you’re going to give me?” She barks at my back.

I look at her over my shoulder. “Yes, because you’ve barely given me anything since we were kids. So when you earn the right to get more out of me, you will as I see fit Sorrengail."

I briefly catch her glare before I unlock the door and walk past a waiting Liam who has not moved an inch since we walked off despite the fact he was late to class now. Though I knew that fact would not phase him in the slightest. Where the hell could they have been last night that would have them out that late? Though I couldn’t put it past them to actually just be out on a flight to get away from here. It’s not like any of them were bound by curfew. They were all leadership. And even with that, I knew they wouldn’t give a crap about curfew if they weren’t leadership. So why can’t I shake this damn feeling that there’s something up about last night and that night I’d seen them walking into the courtyard from the flight field?

”Do you know anything?” I ask Proth as I make my way towards my class.

”As I said last time you asked me this, they’re you’re friend and mate. Ask them yourself.” He tells me pointedly.

”That just makes me think you know something.” I point out.

”Your question is more suited for them than for me. I am not getting in the middle of these human matters. You’re more than capable of asking them yourself or figuring it out on your own. You know enough to piece it together if you thought about it.” He tells me with what I swear feels like an eye roll down the bond.

”What is that suppose to mean?”

”It means exactly what I said. Ask them yourself, or sit down and think over what you’ve noticed and the things you’ve questioned all these years. And when you do, we'll talk.”

I go to respond but a figure steps into my path, halting me in my tracks. Professor Lee. Who drags along a cuffed Austin. Followed by Infantry who haul Liz, Kai and Bodhi who are also cuffed. Shit. It’s our turn.

”There you are Aetos. Was wondering where you’d gotten off to.” He says way too happily for someone who is about to drag me off to be tortured.

”Sorry, had to deal with some Squad and Wing issues with some movement of some first years by Riorson.” I say before giving him a tight lipped smile.

Bodhi instantly looks at me. He knows I’m lying. He was probably with Xaden after he couldn’t get to me after formation. But due to our current situation he can’t ask me anything. And now I can’t ask him anything either. Or Garrick. Shit. So much for figuring this out.

”No trouble, we found you eventually. Now, if you don’t mind.” He holds up a pair of cuffs before nodding down towards my hands.

”Don’t mind at all Professor.” I say way too sweetly, causing Kai to mask his laugh as a cough as I hold out my wrists.

Lee locks one of the cuffs on my wrist before stepping behind me and pulling my other arm behind my back and securing it. He tugs on the chain, clearly satisfied I’m not getting out of them. Not like I had a choice in what was about to happen.

It can be found in the room down the third corridor. My assigned phrase to keep secret for the next few days or till we escaped. Easier said than done. But something about this didn’t sit right with me. Something felt off. Like this was going to be more than just training to see how much it took us to break. Maybe it was just the cold feeling of death that had washed over me as they lead us down here, stripping us of our weapons and belongings which now sat spread across the large table taking up the centre of the room.

”Welcome to your interrogation training. You’ve all been given your classified information to protect.” Lee tells us as he guides us into one of the two chambers. Inside the chamber is a table with six chairs situated around it, along with five beds that have mattresses missing along the wall. “Please take a seat.”

All of us cautiously take a seat at the table the best we can with our hands still cuffed behind our backs, Bodhi taking the seat directly across from me. I’d felt his eyes on me the entire way down here, even now he doesn’t take them off me as if he’s trying to read what’s going on in my mind. But whatever they’d been up to last night is the least of my worries.

”For now we are still in a classroom setting. You are not being graded as of yet, and you can ask questions before we change over to the actual scenario.” Lee informs us as he stands behind the only empty chair at the end of the table as one of the Infantry personnel still with us stars uncuffing us. “This scenario is to teach you how to survive capture. How to make sure you can survive what ever is thrown at you. The next couple of days are instructional only, and for your education. But how you respond and react is being assessed.”

”So you’re testing us to see how we’d go when we get to the real thing?” Liz asks as she rubs her now free wrists.

Lee nods. “Yes. And by no means will this be fun. We might be assessing to see how you react, but make no mistake. We will not be going easy on you. This is going to push and test you. So use this time to prepare yourselves as best you can.”

As my wrists are uncuffed, the door opens, a rider walking in with some food and drink. Probably some of the last food and drink we will get before this is over depending how long we’re in here for. Usually it’s only two days, maybe three from what we’d been told. But there was no way to tell. They made it different for every squad so we couldn’t be prepared for what was to come. We could be here for only a few hours, or a few days. And that just added to the suspense of it.

”I’d recommend eating and drinking what you can. I can’t promise you’ll get food again before you’re out.” Lee tells us before turning to leave. “Oh, and you all need to share a secret with each other. Something no one else knows. When I come back the scenario will begin. Just remember, every rider has sat here and made it through this. You’re a strong squad.”

And with that we’re left alone with the pitcher of water and bread. Not the most appetising last meal. But it was probably in case we couldn’t handle what they did to us and it ended coming back up. Bland food was better for that. We all reach forward taking a piece of bread and a glass of water. All of us sniffing it to see if it’s been laced with something. Once we’re all satisfied it is just bread and water we sit back and look around the room.

”So who wants to go first?” Liz asks after a few moments of silence.

I turn my attention to Bodhi. He already knows what I’m about to say. But if I can use this situation to get something out of him. I will. ”My father blames me for my mothers death.”

Bodhi’s winces at my words. He knows that’s not something I’d normally say. He knows I’m trying to make him feel bad by freely giving out a secret I'd only told him and Garrick. And do I feel bad for doing it? Yeah, I do. But I know he’s keeping something from me now. Can I blame him? No. But does it hurt just a little bit? Yeah…. it does.

”Why?” Austin asks, the first to break the silence after I reveal my secret.

”I can’t say why. But he’s always blamed me for it. Never forgiven me for it.” I tell her as I look away from Bodhi.

She gives me a nod and a small smile. Lee never said we had to go into detail. And the confession is still something Austin, Kai and Liz didn’t know. And something they didn't know either. I just hope none of them broke and revealed it. If word got back to my father, I’d have some explaining to do.

”I’ve been keeping something from someone close to me. I want to tell them so badly. But I can’t. I know it’s not a proper secret, but it’s all I can say.” Bodhi says suddenly as he cuts off Kai who had opened his mouth to say something.

I look over at him, see him looking at me still. He offers me a soft smile. And I know the confession is meant for me. His words make me nervous. Whatever is going on, he wants to tell me. Wants to bring me in on whatever is going on. But can’t. And I feel like that reason is Xaden. It has to be. But what does Xaden have to do with me questioning things? What had Proth meant by that? There was plenty things I’d questioned over the years. Was it everything I’d questioned? Or just one of them? I’d have to talk to Bodhi after this. But would he even tell me? Yes he’d confessed he knew something. But it didn’t mean he was going to tell me. And Garrick… would he tell me? Whatever it is had to be big. I don’t even realise the others had revealed their secrets, completely lost in my thoughts till the door swings open again.

Lee guides us to the other chamber, this one far emptier than the other. All that sits in this room is a singular chair in the middle of the room with restraints, and chains hanging on one of the walls. In the dim light I can easily make our dried blood and various other stains on the stone floor and walls. Remnants of what our peers had experienced in this room. Lee leads everyone over one by one, chaining them to the wall. Everyone but me.

”Take a seat Dahlia.” Lee instructs me.

I hear some of the chains move as I turn and assess the chair. Noting the drain that also sits under it that I’d missed before. I can’t help but feel nervous as I take in the chair. I could do this. As I sit down he locks arms into the shackles before doing the same to both my legs. Before he stands he looks up at me and offers me a soft smile. And somehow that makes me more nervous. The point of this wasn’t to show us kindness. But he was. And it unsettled me.

”And now I leave you.” He announces as he stands. “Remember everything I’ve taught you. Whoever walks through those doors till the assessment is over with try to separate you, turn you against each other. Stay strong. You’re probably the strongest squad in your year. I will be outside the entrance. If you manage to escape and make it to me before the scenario is over, you get a patch. Good luck.”

As he leaves that uneasy feeling gets worse and worse. I knew this was coming. We’d had months of lead up and preparation. But somehow my nerves had nothing to do with this scenario. Something wasn’t right. The door slams open revealing two riders. They looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place from where. From living at various outposts and being stationed here, I’d seen hundreds of riders. So I could have seen these two anywhere.

”You have been selected for interrogation.” The male announces as he circles my chair, the female leaning up against the wall as she looks at me. I turn my head to follow him, his eyes completely focused on me just like the females. “You all have some information that we want. So make it easy. Give it up now. Tell us what you know and you’re all free to go. Simple.”

”So what’s it going to be Aetos?” The female sneers as she walks over and crouches in front of me. “Just tell us what you know. Save your squad from all that pain and suffering. One little secret and you all go free.”

”I know a lot of things. Have a lot of secrets. Might need to be more specific.” I tell her with a smirk.

Not even a second later a fist connects with the side of my face, my head snapping to the side as pain bursts through my head. I hear the chains holding my squad mates to the wall rattle as they pull against the chains as if they can come to my aid.

”Being a smart ass is going to do you no favours.” She snarls at me as the male who punched me comes into view. “You know what I want to know. So just tell us.”

I turn to look at her as I blink through the pain. “I think I’m good.”

Another fist, to the other side of the face. And this time I detect the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Fucking fantastic.

”Leave her alone!” Bodhi growls out. I open my eyes just enough to see him looking at me as he struggles on his chains.

”Oh we found a weak link.” The female drawls as she stands up and walks over to Bodhi.

Instantly I see red. But I can’t give in. This isn’t real. It’s just a scenario.

”Stay strong little flower. Do not break.” Proth tells me calmly.

As if knowing what Proth said the male hits me again, this time higher on my face, my vision blurring from the hit. Fuck.

”I won’t tell you anything either.” Bodhi snaps at them.

”Not even about your charming cousin?” An all too familiar voice drawls, suddenly making me more alert despite the ringing in my ears.

Not him. No. I slowly lift my head, wincing as my head throbs with pain. And now I know why I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong about this scenario as I meet the eyes of my father.

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[hey-itsdollie]

HIYAAA POOUUOOKKKIEIEUEUEUEU GUESSS WHOOOSSSS BACCCKKKKKKK :DDDD

Ok so today I had the brilliant idea of a reader with the cutest fluffiest bunny ever (man I love buns and rabbits) BUT despite its adorableness that thing is NOT fond of people it doesn't know well (literally anyone other than reader) so I'm just imagining this bunny with kaiser and sae and like I'm dying bunnies are so cuteee 😭😭😭 (I have bunny fever)

(Also btw this is friend problems anon for an update on the situation the friend I was talking abt started talking bad abt sth on my story so I'm going full on war mode 😇😇. I'm keeping documentation through my bsf and waiting for her next move :D)

Evil Bunny

HIIIIII this is going to be so silly! Good luck with your friend war!

‧₊˚ ┊ In which your boyfriend has beef with your bunny!

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » Kaiser & Sae

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, crackfic, female reader, established relationship

── .✦ Michael Kaiser

You had a holland lop, a type of bunny that was large and fluffy, with white fur that had black splotches. You loved her to death, open letting her roam around your room and resting on your lap or bed.

Kaiser–your boyfriend–didn’t see the appeal of the animal. Oftentimes staying away from her when he stayed at your place.

Looking at you strangely when you kissed her nose or babied her. His reason for acting this way? Well because of one single bite. Your bunny was quite introverted, meaning she did not like people other than you. So when you suddenly brought around a stranger. She was not happy. Your bunny stayed either close to you or on your lap. When Kaiser went to pet her… well he got bit.

You apologized immediately on the behalf of your beloved pet. Claiming she never normally lashed out violently.

The blonde just shrugged and ever since gave the pet glare when it got too close to him. Or seemingly purposefully stared at him when it sat on your lap. He swore the animal was giving him a cocky smirk.

“Liebling, have you ever thought of getting another pet?” Kaiser questioned laying on your bed beside you. Humming you nodded playing with his hair. “Yeah, I’m thinking of getting another bunny.”

Your words made Kaiser’s smile twitch. Another one? Seriously? He really didn’t get the appeal. All they do is run around pooping everywhere… and they bite.

He stared at the sleeping animal that was in its bed. Glaring. “Michael, stop glaring at her.”

── .✦ Sae Itoshi

Your bunny reminded him of his younger brother. The introverted and high strung personality the animal showed him sealed the deal.

But the way you not only treated the animal but the way you described it was what confused him. Why the hell were you shopping for accessories for the devilish thing? Sae couldn’t even get close to the bunny nor you without it hopping at him and biting at his limbs.

“I swear he hates me…” Sae would claim with an exasperated sigh. His face dead panned as he watched you place a bow around the bunny’s neck.

“Nonsense, he just hasn’t gotten used to you yet!” You laughed, waving off your boyfriend’s concern. Picking up the animal you placed him on Sae’s lap. The red-haired male freezing in seconds, staring dead at the fluff ball waiting for it to attack.

“Sae stop he’s not going to hurt you! He’s harmless!” You whined, shaking his arm. “Pet him Sae!”

He stared at you blankly, as if checking if you were being serious. Did you want him to be bit? “You’re not serious…”

“I am so serious.”

“No you aren’t…”

With a groan Sae reached down and stiffly petted the bunny. Tensing when the furry animal slowly stared up at him. Sae was sure the twitches of it’s nose were counting down the seconds before he pounced.

Quickly pulling away he averted his attention to you, his face blank hiding the uncomfortable feeling of the pet still glaring at him.

“See it wasn’t that bad! He loves you!”

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Crashing date night one at a time

-Dick-

*Bruce and Talia at the roof of WE with a romantic dinner.

Talia: I’m so glad we could do this finally

Bruce: I couldn’t agree more

Bruce: Talia I have to ask you-

Dick: *pops up from under the table* Tati! How are you. We have to go now.

Talia: How the fuck?! When did he get here?! How did two of the most skilled people not notice him?!

Dick: Because I’m Robin. Also the kitchen at the manor is on fire so that plus the other reasons you HAVE to come home

Bruce: …

Dick: :)

Bruce:..

Dick: 😭

Bruce: *sigh* I have to go. Sorry about all this I’ll call you. Thank you for tonight Talia. Come on dick we have to go home

*no call was made because some how due to a totally different reason Bruce’s phone was found damaged leading him to forget it was he who was gonna text her*

-Jason (bribed by Dick &Barbra ,she’s mad with Bruce)-

Bruce: So glad that we encountered each other at the gala. Well since we are in this hotel room-

Talia: And since we are alone-

Bruce: thinking what I’m thinking

Talia: Yea we should-

Jason: Play video games! Oh and read books! Oh and then we should all get ice cream!

Bruce:?!

Talia: Oh. Heyy love. How are you. That sounds like a plan

Bruce:?

Jason: YAY!

Talia: *whispers to Bruce* Think of it as a cozy little ice cream date with a third wheel

Bruce: That’s exactly what this is… fine

Jason: Do I still get payed?

Bruce:?what do you mean?

Jason: Dick and Babs promised me money if I came here.

Bruce:..

Talia:..

Talia: SEE! Told you! He has something against me!

-Tim (he was bored)-

*Brutalia on a walk around the manor* Talia: It’s a nice day out don’t you agree beloved

Bruce: yes

Tim: *mouth full of food* yea it is. Do you want a protein bar?!

Bruce:?! God damn it Tim! Don’t do that!

Talia: what kind of protein bar?

Tim: Raspberry

Talia: Oooooh. I haven’t tried that one

Tim: yeah it’s good have you tried the Oreo one

Talia: yes I have have you tried the mango one

*both walk away talking about buzzard protein bar flavors and other stuff* Bruce:…

Bruce: :(

-Damian (was jealous)-

Bruce: *fixing his tie for the date* Damian: *walks in and vomits* Bruce: Oh habibi come here. Are you sick? Well Ofc you are you just vomited. You’re even heating up. Damian: Baba. I feel s-so sick *cries*

Bruce: Oh my darling little bat. I’ll stay home to take care of you let me make a call

-one phone call later-

Bruce: Your mother said she can come over if you ask. I’ll re call her if you want to talk only. I’ll have to be right back after I get you some stuff

Bruce:*kisses Damian’s forehead and hands over the phone*

Talia on the phone: Oh baby I heard are you ok:

Damian: *eviliy grins* Yes I am. He’s all mine mother You stole him last week for your anniversary which I know was a lie…maybe…kinda…not.

Damian: The point is I get all the snuggle. Also love you Ummi visit soon bye.

Talia: Wait Damian. And he hung up. Fuck can’t we get one date night

Bonus (Superbat with the 4 boys)

Clark: I’m glad we got to do this

Bruce: Hn. I agree

Clark: I can feel that your tense *rubs his thumb on Bruce’s hand* It all good relax

Bruce: I was but I feel like someone is watching us

*Bruces 4 sons sitting at the table behind them in a booth while duke,Steph, Cass, and Babs watch through cams”

Damian: We shall attack the Alien and save baba

Jason: I brought a kryptonite gun

Dick: Wait guys we shouldn’t do this maybe it’s not that serious-

Tim:Oh really then what that

*cut to Bruce and Clark clearly eye fucking each other at the table* Dick:..

Dick:Traumatised. So very traumatised. I take it back attacked

*They all pounce on Bruce to drag him away but Clark flies him and Bruce to the fortress for alone time. Alone time. You know what I’m— ok that’s good because the kids don’t we shall not tell them*

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The Boys with a Non-Hunter Significant Other

(Sam, Dean, and Castiel x She/Her Reader) 🖋️ Written by: Little Devil 💘 Theme: You’re not part of their world… but you are their whole world.

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✴️ Dean Winchester — “Let Me Handle the Monsters, Sweetheart”

Headcanon: Dean is fiercely protective of you—not because he thinks you’re weak, but because you’re precious. You don’t carry a blade in your boot. You cry during movies. You gasp when he gets hurt, and instead of patching him up like it’s normal, you cup his face and whisper, “I hate that you go through this.” He’s not used to that. He’s used to surviving with someone, not being protected by their softness.

And God, does he guard that softness like it’s sacred.

Drabble: You’re in the bunker kitchen, stirring something warm and cinnamon-sweet, wearing his flannel like it belongs to you—and it does. Dean leans in the doorway, bruised, bleeding, quiet.

You turn. See the blood.

“Dean.”

He waves a hand. “It’s fine. Just a scratch.”

You walk over, towel in hand, eyes full of that unbearable, beautiful worry. He stiffens as you dab at his temple, your thumb trembling.

“I hate this,” you whisper. “I hate that you’re always coming home broken.”

Dean’s jaw works like he’s fighting words. Then:

“But I come home, don’t I?” His voice is rough. Gentle. “As long as you’re here, I’ve got a reason to.”

You reach up, kiss the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away.

Because for the first time in years… this? This is the life he wants to protect.

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✴️ Sam Winchester — “You Don’t Need to Understand the Lore to Love Me”

Headcanon: Sam’s never been one to believe in fairy tales—but with you? You’re the closest he’s ever felt to peace. You ask questions when he needs to vent. You make him tea instead of pouring whiskey. You organize the bunker’s books by color because it makes you happy, even though he’ll alphabetize them later.

You’re not a hunter. But you’re his anchor. And that matters more.

Drabble: He’s reading at the kitchen table, hair falling into his face, while you sit across from him with a crossword puzzle and a chocolate croissant.

“What’s a seven-letter word for ‘overly selfless idiot with a hero complex’?” you ask with a smirk.

Sam looks up, blinks. “Excuse me?”

You smile, tap your pencil. “Clue was ‘Winchester.’”

He huffs a laugh. Then softens when he sees the way you’re looking at him—like he’s made of galaxies and mistakes you’d hold forever.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” he says. “This life, it’s—dangerous.”

You reach across the table, lace your fingers with his.

“I do worry. But I’d rather have you for five dangerous minutes than a safe lifetime without you.”

He leans over the table and kisses you like you’re the answer to every unsolvable riddle.

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✴️ Castiel — “Love Isn’t a Mission. It’s a Miracle.”

Headcanon: Castiel doesn’t understand at first—why you’re not trained in weapons, why you panic when someone’s bleeding, why you choose flowers over holy oil. But then… he sees how you care. How you bring soup when someone’s sick, or cry over lost strangers in the obits.

You’re not weak. You’re human. And to an angel who’s forgotten what humanity is for, that’s the most powerful thing in the world.

Drabble: The power’s out in the bunker. You’ve lit candles in the war room, wrapped in a quilt, sipping cocoa. Castiel watches you from across the room, still in his trench coat, still awkward as ever.

“Why don’t you fight?” he asks, softly.

You blink. “Because I don’t want to hurt people. Even monsters, if I don’t have to.”

He frowns. “But what if you’re attacked?”

You smile faintly. “That’s what you’re for, right?”

Castiel crosses the space between you slowly, kneels before the chair like it’s a throne and you’re something holy.

“I used to believe strength was measured by violence,” he says. “But I’ve come to learn… you are strong in ways I may never be.”

You reach out, fingers brushing his cheek.

“And you,” you whisper, “deserve someone who reminds you that you’re more than a soldier.”

He bows his head into your palm. And for the first time in centuries… the angel rests.

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Being a civilian doesn’t make you weaker. It makes you the reason they fight to live. Because in a world full of monsters… You are the one thing still worth saving.

[cat-mermaid]

i gave The Gift of Fear to a friend as an xmas gift like a decade ago because he is exactly the fucking "i am man, i have no fear, i will trust these strangers that approached me from out of the dark while i am all alone in this parking lot behind a dead mall, my man manly arms shall protect me from harm"

you know what he said after reading it? He got snotty with me, he said it was "fear propaganda" and that the author had some kind of agenda and all i could do was slam my head against the wall because DUDE YOU NEED TO BE A LITTLE MORE SCARED AND UNDERSTAND WHY WOMEN ARE VALID 2 GET REALLY SCARED

also another reason (actually it was the main reason) i got him this book was because once in college he was obliviously following a woman in a parking garage at night because she was heading the same direction he was: towards their parked cars that were next to each other. When she got to her car and he was pretty much right behind her, she turned and maced him then jumped in her car and sped off

I love this guy but he is to this day oblivious about how his physical presence affects the people around him (guy who stops in the middle of a shopping isle and stands like a stump while other people have to go around him and acts surprised when i'm like DUDE BEHIND YOU) so yeah i can see his young 20-ish year old self being dumb as hell and not noticing that he is FREAKING this woman out by following her like a duckling

but that experience really left him bitter, and when i first knew him he'd say shit like "women shouldn't be taught to fight back, they should be taught to run" and i'd be like DUDE WHAT. WHAT IF THERES NO WHERE TO RUN MAN and he'd just hand wave it away and be like they should try just harder to run. He'd say all this weirdly specific shit like "oh women shouldn't bother attacking the groin that will just make the man angrier" and its like DUDE I HAVE BEEN TAKEN DOWN BY A TODDLER RUNNING BETWEEN MY LEGS WITH THEIR HANDS RAISED UP IN GLEE what are you talking about

he said a lotta shit that made me question my desire to be friends with him, wasn't till i heard the mace story that i finally put it all together and was like WOW MAN this really carved a deep trench in your world view huh

he's way different now, he doesn't say that shit anymore because he did made an effort to listen and learn finally realize that its not about you and that one misunderstanding, that every woman shouldn't be able to react to a situation

with force🔨

if they feel like their damn life or physical safety is in the cross hairs

Listen, we need to teach cis men to be more afraid. It sounds bad but listen.

Every time a woman talks about being afraid when walking alone some guy or pickmegirl will eventually say “Actually, more men get murdered and kidnapped every day” and I can’t help but think “And yet you learn nothing from it?”

I love listening to people tell their survival stories and the genre is filled with men doing absolutely insane shit like getting into a stranger’s car late at night just because they offered them a ride, or going on a hike with a friend of a friend and getting blackout drunk with them in the middle of nowhere. No wonder more men get murdered even without counting stuff like gang shootings and war, and the stories always end with “I was young and stupid. I know better now”

The author of The Gift of Fear talks about this too. Women in general have a way better sense of danger and he used to get a lot of cases where, for example, something happens outside a couple’s car, the woman gets nervous and tells the man to stay in the car but he’s more curious than afraid, goes outside and gets killed.

Shit like this is the reason why men supposedly have shorter lifespans. It’s not because their biological clocks end sooner, it’s because so many die young while doing insane things, including ignoring safety at work or driving too fast.

And when it comes to being murdered it’s because so many of them think they can protect themselves just because they are men. But often times a lone criminal doesn’t care about your gender if they’re armed. How many times have we heard about women being attacked but is saved by another woman who happened to walk by. All most criminals care about in a situation like that is whether they’re outnumbered or have witnesses.

This is not me saying women are wrong to be afraid, or that all cis men act like this (my brother would never in a million years walk alone in the city after dark) just that cis men in general need to learn that they aren’t safe either just because they are men and their complete lack of fear isn’t doing them any good.

Because I’ve seen plenty of videos from hikers meeting either bears or weird men in the woods and I can tell you for a fact they’d choose the bear too.

[bluedandylyon]

Rewatch Rambles (tm)

Season 1

The Sea Gate

Not a whole lot of analysis on this one, but it's a fun ep.

Love how Adora is just SO angry at this person for no reason

This show is so gay dude. Glimmer's little bisexual grunt too as she checks their muscles out too asjkdj

This episode is the first ep where shit gets really fucking funny, and jock Adora is my favorite Adora, it’s just butch culture to arm wrestle and I’m glad the crew-ra included it. 

Also Bi disaster Bow my beloved. His mega crush on Sea Hawk means everything to me.

I know we all love Scorpia and she’s the fandom baby and yeah, she’s lovely and gentle and only deserves the best. But like I feel like we really don’t talk enough about how much she disrespects Catra’s boundaries throughout the show ngl. 

Scorpia is one character that I actually like less with every rewatch, and I think it's cause I become more and more empathetic towards Catra with every rewatch as well.

Also calling someone "kitty" as ur first word towards them is insane behavior. It'd be like calling someone baby, and unless you're like... a drag queen and you're doing it ironically, u cant do that to me, nope!

You know what? This might be unpopular but I'm gonna start a new counter : the SBB (Scorpia Boundary Break) specifically in terms of Catra and her bc it really does happen often and imo it gets swept under the rug a bit.

so SBB : 2

I love how Kyle is the only one who respects Catra’s position as Force Captain. Go Kyle tbh

I know this phrase becomes a repeated joke, but it really goes to show that Catra is always at a disadvantage. Shadow Weaver is setting her up for failure and waiting for her to mess up so she can punish her and confirm her bias (which is also projected self-hate.)

Which is to say it's impressive that Catra manages to become second in command DESPITE that. And it's through horrible means, but she was also using the only tools she was given (which weren't much).

Every woman in this freaking show has a crush on She-Ra and I so respect them for it, me too girlies.

Just an outright lie lmao. I sometimes wonder if Sea Hawk is just like... a pathological liar.

Thinks of Season 4

YEP!

sure u do Catra, go pester ur ex intimate-situationship

Scorpia basically attempts straight manslaughter without a second thought. If Sea Hawk hadn’t saved Bow, he would’ve been DISINTEGRATED 

Yum. Finally, some good fucking food (me at any catradora scene)

The way She-Ra is able to carry Catra on the sword effortlessly… lesbianism for real

Catra puts her hand on Adora’s forehead like she did when they were kids. She is pretending she isn’t taking this seriously bc she can't show Adora how much she actually cares about her coming back.

She misses Adora and wants to catch up with her and she also wants Adora to be proud of her, PLEASE.

When Adora doesn't really acknowledge her, her easy smirk falls away.

GIRLLLLLLL when Catra says “it seems like only yesterday (being force captain) was the thing you wanted most in the world. Hasn’t this gone on for long enough?” And Adora’s focus on the sea gate wavers bc it’s Catra she wanted in reality. 

"Cupping your enemy's face when you're fighting is a good strategy right? asking for a friend." - Catra, probably

Catra always takes Adora leaving the horde personally. She always turns to attack when Adora says she’s not going back, and she says “this is what you left ME for?” Her identity is so entrenched in her environment. Again, BPD behavior. Catra doesn't really have an identity without Adora, and now that Adora is gone, the only thing left for her to cling to is her environment. It's not safe, but it's familiar.

I also like how in this whole interaction, you can see how Catra is trying to imitate SW's tactics. She tries to appeal to Adora with their shared past and past goals, she insults her, and when that doesn't work, she attacks.

Literally not necessary to whisper in Adora's ear like this but pop off.

I also really like how Catra's nose is always shaded like this to imitate a cat nose seen from the side.

My soaked, sad blorbo, look at her little face in the first one, PLEASE. She is so upset Adora won't go with her.

I love the visual of Catra being dragged by Scorpia in the water but she can’t stop looking at Adora bc she can’t focus on new relationships while she’s mourning Adora’s loss.

[peachyutdr]

hi its past midnight and im busy being insane about tenna. but like- specifically thoughts of him being another weird wacky semi-parental figure added to the fun gang

ik in his "canon" route hes happily being adored by mettaghost, but. i can imagine that maybe metta and kris/susie get to know each other and just. metta either just lets the two borrow his tv (which they ask to borrow a lot for some reason???) and they bring tenna to the dark world town just to hang out and play games for a bit, and/or kris/susie befriend metta and whenever they crash at his place, tenna peeks through in their dreams, in the darkness of their minds. neither of them ever have nightmares whenever hes there making them do rpgs in their sleep

ANYWAYS. so like. tenna admitted to watching kris grow up- he saw like. 80% of their life, he could so step up because asgore and toriel. arent, currently. seriously, think about, like tenna finding a kris thats momentarily freed from player control having a panic attack for. a multitude of reasons, and he calms them down by putting on a show from when kris was like a tot and bouncing them on his knee, just like asgore used to do. i think kris would cry harder at that but like /pos

and tenna and susie, too!!! they both know what its like to be abandoned!!! if tenna ever learned about susies home-life hes dragging gerson out of the grave and the two of them are going over there to give susies parents a stern talking to. he genuinely loves her enthusiasm for his games- he loves making her smile. she made him feel appreciated after so long of being alone, its only fair he returns the favor!!! he'd call her 'honey' and 'sweetie' and maybe even 'kiddo' and susie would tell him to shut up but internally she'd be sniffling coz.. tv dad...

and ykw? fuck it. hes ralseis dad too, now. tenna in castle town and he helps ralsei figure out new hobbies, things he wants to do for himself. tenna pulling ralsei aside for them to do a private baking show together where they make cake and tenna hypes up ralseis every action until ralsei is just a beaming mess. tenna who shrinks down to give ralsei a hug and offering to play a game with him or lend him an ear whenever ralseis fear of the prophecy gets too much

HE JUST. IMAGINE THE GANG CURLED UP IN FRONT OF HIM IN THE LIGHT WORLD, FALLING ASLEEP WATCHING AN OLD CHILDHOOD MOVIE, AND THE TVS VOLUME STARTS EMITTING A GENTLE, SOOTHING STATIC ONCE THEY'RE ALL SLEEPING, AND TENNA IS SMILING HAPPY WATCHING ALL THE KIDS GETTING JUST TO BE KIDS FOR A MOMENT AND AND JUST. RAGGGH CAN ANYONE HEAR ME FROM MY ENCLOSURE. SHAKES THE BARS. SHAKES THE BARS. LET HIM BE DAD, NOT DADDY, LIKE HOW MOST OF TUMBLR IS MAKING HIM OUT TO BE. LET HIM BE FATHER, PAPA, POPS, EVEN

[sir-adamus]

it's so funny that detractors constantly dismiss the narrative and thematic buildup of the Bees (and the important factors of colours and how that plays into their designs) and claim that "they had to kick Sun out of the show to force it", as if Sun was ever treated like a serious love interest to Blake

cos Sun's not a main character, he contributes absolutely nothing to the main narrative, he didn't get a backstory or any meaningful dynamics with other characters outside of Blake until one of the novels after he exited the show

so that's strike 1 - it doesn't make sense to pair a main character off with a secondary character who's primary involvement is to be exposited to (it's just not good romance writing to have a protagonist paired up with a character who doesn't contribute nearly as much narrative weight)

and then strike 2 is that they don't really have anything to build a relationship on. Blake consistently finds Sun annoying, he outright admits that the primary reason he's interested in her is because she's a Faunus (and is consistently shown to not understand her as a person and his lack of emotional intelligence (and general intelligence) only aggravates things)

and then keep in mind that this is an action show with a major focus on fighting, and so character relationships are also shown in how they fight alongside each other - and Blake and Sun have miserable combat synergy, there's no actual dynamic in how they fight together and the closest they have to a team-up attack is Sun jumping on Blake's head without warning to use as a launchpad (which he does twice) while she's trying to do her own thing

Blake has excellent combat synergy within her team and Yang especially (literally from Initiation with how easily the two fit together as soon as they paired up), but even with JNPR as part of her extended friend group she's able to fight alongside . Sun is consistently an outsider - he's not really friends with Blake's other friends, he's constantly pushing his presence on her, she takes a long time to get along with him as well, and they don't fight together particularly well.

and one thing that gets brought up as a 'counter argument' is that "well he met her parents" and like. so what? they didn't talk about anything relationship related that entire time, she didn't want him there (because again, he forced his company on her), and the one time Blake was ready to talk about her feelings, it was about literally everyone but him (plus "they spent two volumes together" doesn't equate to chronological in-universe time - volumes 4 and 5 span a few months but in terms of chronological time Blake was with her team way longer before that and afterwards)

[alighted-willow]

I believe Noem (ICE Barbie) takes blame for this one over Hegseth, and I specify because I'm trying to plan fliers (and maybe art).

I wish to add that… I don't know how to phrase this, but we need to shift the focus away from Trump. He's a grifter, anti-American asshat with a vehement lust for power and pain, but he's functionally a figurehead. He made an order that would not, under normal circumstance, be followed, and it is carried out because the Cabinet is full of disgusting cretins thirsting for blood.

They act, then frame it as being Trump's desires, and we as a society have functionally (and, for some fucking reason, legally) decided that he can not be held properly accountable for his actions. He then becomes the cover for the Cabinet's lawlessness, the focus shifts from the actor and to the loudmouth keening for attention, and we fall for it every time.

Trump is first and foremost an entertainer. I do not at this point believe he actually thinks the things he says, he is simply vying for attention and to please his base. These are pure publicity stunts. It's why Harris' comments about him being boring wounded him so badly, because being seen is what matters most to him. He wants us to be looking at him, to laugh or scream, and others use this as a cover for their dirty work. Anger is better for advertising than happiness. At the very least we ought to shift the optics and stop calling him “Trump”, move to degrading variations of “Donald” or just go the impersonal route of “The president”. This also helps when talking to Trump Humpers because it circumvents the kneejerk parasocialism. I personally have been doing with either “The administration” or “Dumpy Donald”. When mocking a Trump Humper, I call him “Your daddy Donald”.

Noem is the one who will be prosecuting and attacking the people of LA, Trump will tale credit (whore that he is), and Noem is who coordinates and deploys Homeland Security militias. Those include the U.S. Coast Guard, Customs and Boarders Protections, Immigration and Customs Enforcement, the Secret Service, etcetera.

We need to put the heat on her.

Every time she's been confronted, she shifts blame to the president and asserts she's simply loyal.

We need her gone.

NOW.

So how do we make that happen? Honestly, how? I know there are lawyers and government officials on here. Taking out the people who enact Trump's ‘will’ is the best way of choking off his means of action, we need competent, law-abiding people leading our government, how do we make it happen?

What I'm going to try doing is contact some folks in the government or in the business of law who I can find in social media, ask for their say. What will you do?

Trump and Hegseth are heading to The Hague.