#they're doing it!

[olsenmyolsen]

Waltz

Part 35 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~4K

GrOrange??

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Y/N POV

"I swear you don't even like candy."

"That's not true!"

"Well, I've never seen you eat it!"

"You've seen me eat ice cream."

"First off Pumpkin Ice Cream and Liz-"

"Well, as my girlfriend, I know you've seen the pic of-"

"Besides the Blue Airhead for that one movie."

As I walk up and down the aisles of the local H-E-B, I hear a huff through my AirPods. "Ugh- well... That's because I like having perfect teeth." I hum. "That's true. Your pearly white smile is one of the most stunning things on this planet." I hear a small laugh on the other side of the phone. "But that doesn't mean you can't live every once in a while, Liz. Cavities come all! Plus, I know you celebrities have freaky dentists who fix everything in one week!" I pick up an enormous mixed bag of chocolates and begin inspecting it.

"That is not true! My body and teeth are like this because I take care of them- don't you dare roll your eyes at me!"

I drop the bag of goodies into my cart and quickly scan the area around me. Not a Liz in sight. "How did you know I was doing that??" I ask, a little scared. Not gonna lie.

I hear Liz laugh again. "Every time you go to roll your eyes, you always take a quick breath in. I heard it through the phone." My mouth opens slightly in thought. "And now your mouth is open. Ooh, and let me guess?! You have your tongue being squeezed between your teeth!"

"Stop doing that!!" I notice I shout a little too loud as a woman books it out of the same aisle as me. "You're a freak," I whisper into the phone call. "Takes one to know one. Why are we whispering?"

"Because I looked like a freak."

"Oh well, that's nothing new." A loud laugh echoes through my AirPods. As good as a burn that was, I can never ever pout or faux being mad when that angelic laugh worms its way into my ears. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Yeah, yeah."

I pick up another mixed bag of candies. Sour this time. "Warheads, yay or nay?" "I wouldn't know." I huff. "Okay." I put the Warheads down and pick up a small bag. "Sour straws?" "Are they good?" "You're really not being a big help right now. Because, of course, they're good!"

"Then sure. Get what you want. This was your idea."

I place the bag of sour straws into the cart. "That sounds like you don't like it." My smile falters a bit.

"I like it, but babe, we're only renting this place for a short period of time while I film."

"Right..." I say, weaving my cart around people in the middle of the aisle. "That's why I want to do something for the time we're here—I mean, Liz, Halloween's literally in two days. Let's give those kids one more extra house to hit up for some candy! It'll be fun!" I stop the cart in the frozen section. "I'm looking at some very unhealthy frozen burritos right now, by the way."

"Please don't get those." She begs. "And you're right. Let's be welcoming and make the most of the time in this house."

I close the freezer door with the box of burritos in hand. "Thank you!" I pause. "Is there a reason you were hesitant? I mean, I know you were weeks ago when I suggested it. But you seemed fine about it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you or anything."

I feel a sense of pride wash over the conversation as I ask these questions. Liz and I have talked about being open and honest time and time again, and here we are doing it. I'm proud of us.

Therapy helps but not as much as when Liz tells me why she was upset three Fridays ago when the waitress we had for lunch touched my arm one too many times. Or how I was honest the previous month and told her that I kept my TikTok but deleted Twitter and privated Instagram. Not because of her but because listening to strangers opinions wasn't doing me any good.

"Oh, honey. No. No, you didn't! I think..." I hear Liz sigh. "I think my mind jumped to tricking myself into thinking we were moving too fast, but that's literally the definition of us plus..." She stops again, worrying me a bit more as I hit the checkout lane. Hmm, busy tonight. "The other day, I got hit with a feeling. It was like dejavú, but it wasn't?? I don't know. But I was reminded of living with Robbie, and I think without realizing it, I was letting it eat at me and affect my mood. So I'm sorry for that..."

"That's okay. You don't have to apologize, Liz." I reply. "How are you doing now? Do you still have the feeling or-"

"No. I don't." She clears her throat. "Because when I critically thought about it for more than two seconds with a clear head. You're not him and will never be. And I love that. Making the most of this time together. Testing out the waters of living together and being with you. That is what I want."

"I can feel my cheeks getting warm now because of you, Miss Elizabeth Chase." Liz laughs into the phone as I scan the wall of temptation they put at checkout. "God, you're such a dork. But you're my dork. I love that about you."

"Is that the only thing?" I grab two bags of Corn Nuts, Twix, Sour Patch Kids, and only Blue Airheads adding them to the cart of healthy food and junk food.

Lizzie's side vs. my side.

I literally never had salmon before she made it for me, so I'm learning.

"You just want to hear me praise you."

"You're right. I didn't get enough last night!" I wiggle my eyebrows to me and only me.

"Oh my god! You totally do have a praise kink!" Liz yells into my ears, forcing me to get startled and blush all at once. I turn around to make sure no one can hear me or saw me jump. Luckily everyone is in their own world. Well, except for the cashier, who is staring at me.

Why is she waving me forward?

Oh, wait...

I'm next in line.

"No, I don't! Also checking out now. I'll call you in the car. Love you!"

"Checking who out?? Oh wait- No- We're not done with this conversation."

"Yes, we are, and maybe I do!"

"Love you too! Y/N-"

I quickly end the call and take out an AirPod to try and appear as less rude as I could be to the friendly cashier. "Hi. Sorry." I offer a kind smile as I finish putting the groceries onto the conveyor belt. "It's alright." She sends back a smile and begins beeping my food. Giving my mind and hands some extra seconds of free time, I turn around to glance at the (mostly) bullshit media magazines.

How Long Is ScarJo Going To Hide Post-Baby Birth? - US Weekly

35 Of The Hottest Celebs Under 35 - Gossip Daily

Jamie Lee Curtis and Daughter Open Up About Ruby's Journey Coming Out as Trans - People Magazine

First Look at Phoebe Bridgers Out With New Beau Since Split With Paul Mescal. We're Just As Surprised As You! - E!

I trail my eyes across other media-targeted magazines before returning to the stupid Gossip Daily one. Not because I care but because a picture of my girlfriend is on the cover in the bottom left-hand corner.

She looks beautiful and is smiling, a smile that makes her glow. But this is from a movie premiere, not for a magazine shoot. I begin to flip through before stopping and scoffing in disgust at how my friends like Aubrey and Scarlett and how my Liz are treated. I turn back to the card machine and cashier.

"Not a fan?" I look up from searching for my card to the cashier whose name tag reads Georgia. "What?" I ask, unclear of what she's talking about. "The magazine?" She points to the one I held. I shake my head. "Not really." Georgia makes an agreeable hum before giving me the total. Sometimes I forget how expensive everything is on this side of the country. The beeping of the machine happens as I pull out my card. "Have a good one." She hands me my receipt. "And enjoy those gross burritos!" I laugh. "I plan on it!" She laughs back before I turn away to walk out of the store and into the warm dusk of the parking lot.

As the cart rattles along the asphalt, I'm pulled from my phone when I hear a group of teenage girls laughing.

Why is that sound so scary? I think this to myself every time I'm out somewhere and hear a group laugh. I'm older than them. My life is good, so why am I scared??

I take a quick look as they walk by. One of the girls must've smelt my fear because, within a second, she is up and looking my way. I send a shy smile that gets returned before her eyes widen as I pass by.

I know what she saw.

Elizabeth Olsens girlfriend. Her assistant. Her new musically inclined partner.

As I put a little skip in my step, I heard a hushed but loud "omg, that was her?!" "who??" Followed by a mishmash of my name and being referred to as something related to "Lizzie Olsen."

"Hey!"

Why did I park so far?

"Excuse me!"

I sigh and slow my steps.

Now before we continue.

Have I been recognized for me being me? Yes. Clips and audio from the show held a couple of months back did wonders for my "imagine" (ew) and new Spotify, even after the rumored falling out between Rob- Mr. Arnett, and myself. Most of the time, if I am ever seen, it's mainly by fans of Liz. Who I love and have been so very sweet to me. However, sometimes I want to buy junk food and not be known. But to be with Lizzie, I'd take a million pictures and answer any Scarlet Witch-related questions they have.

"Yes?" I turn back to the group of three. All of their faces light up as they see that, yes, their friend was right. "You're Y/N Y/L/N, right?"

"I am," I answer with a smile. "Oh, my God! I love your music!" What? "I'm sorry?" I say, unsure of if I heard her correctly. "I love your music!" She says as the main one pulls TikTok up on her phone and shows me... well me.

She clicks on a duet I made of a clip from the live show. In the video, I explain how much I love the song that was written between him and I, so much so that I covered it for myself.

That Funny Feeling - Y/N aka @yeahitsY/NY/L/N (That Funny Feeling by Phoebe Bridgers)

"I love your version so much more!" The main one of the three closes out her phone and says to me. I smile and thank her. "Sorry, what's your guys' names?" I look over the three. "I'm Kat!" The one with the phone waves. Her friend in the blue jacket speaks, "I'm Willow." I nod my head before looking to the last girl, who's wearing a set of burgundy overalls. "Hi. I'm Holly." I smile at each one before I greet them with my own name.

"So, what are you doing here?" Willow outright asks, earning a slap on the arm from Kat, who immediately apologizes for her friend's behavior. I can't help but let a small smile form on my face. "I'm sure you already know." I bite my tongue and raise my eyebrows, questioning them. Kat's face lights up again to my answer. "Wait! Are you saying I'm literally in the same state as Elizabeth Olsen!!" She grips onto her friends arms. I'm sure to stop herself from jumping up and down.

This time Holly apologizes for her friends actions.

"Oh, my God. Wait stop. You two are so cute together!" Kat starts speaking again. I blush at that comment. "I can't believe we ran into you!" "Yeah, at H-E-B of all places." Willow snarks while looking at my cart.

Oh no. Please don't say anything about the burritos.

"Can we get a picture?" I move my gaze from the burritos to Kat and think. Ummmm. "Sure." I nod my head and move the shopping cart to my side. I let each one grab their own phone out as I position myself behind them. "We'll do one group pic on someone's phone, and then we each get a selfie," Kat speaks to the other two, who agree that Holly takes the group photo.

"Oh, this looks so good!"

I take a glance at each of their phones, and I have to agree the photo does look really good. Especially against the orange sky. "Can we tag you?" Willow asks without lifting her head up from her phone. "Sure, why not." My Instagram is private, but I can still see other people's stuff.

"Y/N?" I turn my head to Holly, who has her phone away. "Yeah?" "When are you releasing new music?" I tilt my head slightly and think. Over the last three months, I've been trying to write as much as possible. Mainly while Liz is on set, but I haven't been delighted with anything I've written. It's primarily a lot of angry songs that don't go anywhere.

I think that's why Liz made the executive decision of making me her assistant. To help me get away from the stress I was putting on myself.

But that's not to say it's all lost. I think new music will come.

Eventually.

"You know... I'm not sure." Holly hums, and it looks like she's about to say something else before Willow cuts her off. "So what are you doing now? If not music?"

"Uhh.. Liz's assistant, I guess.." I just about mumble out that I'm saying it out loud.

"What's your favorite color?" "What?" I ask, taken back because I certainly wasn't expecting that. "I want to add a heart to the caption, but I want it to be your favorite color." She sweetly and excitedly tells me. "Ohh umm.. GrOrange." I reply, earning confused looks before I realize my mix-up. "Sorry." I close my eyes, embarrassed. "Orange used to be my favorite color. But now it's Green." I open my eyes to the girls nodding along. "How come?"

Because of her.

"Things change," I reply with a shy tiny smile,

The three girls nod and shrug being, contempt. "Anyways..." I say, putting my hand on the shopping cart once again. "I should get going." I send an apologetic, kind smile to the three who graciously let me go with a few thanks and goodbyes. Oh, and one "please tell Lizzie about us."

Liz POV

I put down my book and pull out my phone. I'm just about to hover over Y/N's contact name for what must be the fourth time in the last five minutes when I hear the front door unlock.

"Babe?" I call out just in case it's not her and I'm about to be murderer.

"Hi." My non-murdering girlfriend replies.

I get up from the soft caramel-colored couch and make my way to her voice. Only stopping when I see her kicking off her shoes in the foyer carrying all the groceries bags. "You know.." I start. "You could've come in and asked for help, so you don't have to do it all at once." I only earn a shake of the head. "Liz, it's always going to be a one-trip kinda deal. You know this." She leans into me and places a kiss on my cheek, forcing me to blush before she shoos past me to set the bags in the kitchen. "I know." I follow her. "I admire that. But.." I watch as she places the bags down, looking back at me. "You didn't call me on the way home."

Y/N makes a face as if she's remembering that she forgot. "Oh shit. I'm sorry! I ran into these teens in the parking lot, and then I just started thinking- I didn't worry you did I?" I just about laugh as I place my own bags down and hug her nervous look away. "You don't have to apologize. It's alright. I was a little worried, but you know that's me being worried about other drivers, not you." She unfurls her arms and places another kiss on me. Yeah... never getting tired of this. "I love you." I smile at her, shining on me. "I love you too."

"So teens, huh?" I raise an eyebrow as I pull out a box of frozen burritos?? "I know." She replies with a sheepish look. "I'll eat them when you're on set." "Thank you." I make a nod.

"Anyways, yeah, as I was walking to the car, these three girls came up to me, and they knew who I was. They even said they listened to my music and showed me my own TikTok!" I adore Y/N always, but at this moment, the love grows. Watching her body move as she rambled is a plus. Y/N finally turns to me as she puts the last of the candy onto the counter near the light switches. "Isn't that kinda cool!?" I smile brightly at her. "Yeah, sweetie, that is kinda cool."

"Sweetie?" I shrug. "Been on my mind again. Something new. Do you like?"

"I do lovey."

"Lovey?" She raises an eyebrow. I think about it. "I like it." She giggles into the crook of my neck as I do the same to her. "We're gross," Y/N whispers causing her warm breath to heat up my skin. "Very," I whisper back.

Y/N pulls away with a mischievous look to her eyes. "I was gonna show you all the candy I bought, but maybe that can wait." With a hungry look up and down me, I understand why. "But what about dinner?" I smugly ask. "Yeah, that can wait." I purposely smirk and bite my bottom lip before grabbing her hips, and in one fell swoop, I have my Y/N pushed against the kitchen island.

Y/N POV

"Actors love watching other actors do great work. Our excitement when we see an extraordinary performance is real."

"And we are so proud of what women are achieving!"

"And for only 70 cents on the dollar!" (Laughter from the crowd) "Here are the nominees!"

"...Anya Taylor-Joy. The Queens Gambit. Elizabeth Olsen. WandaVision." Beat. "And the Emmy for Lead Actress in a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie goes to... Elizabeth Olsen for WandaVision!!" Sarah Paulson cheers loudly into the mic as I watch the camera swoop past a whistling Kate Winslet to the WandaVision Table. My elegantly beautiful girlfriend rises in her white Row dress and begins hugging the people behind the camera that made this show as wonderful as it was. Her last hug she shared is with her sister Courtney before stepping on the stage in the center of the room.

"Babe?"

"Okay... wow.. I have to remember to breathe now..." Liz does her nervous laugh before inhaling and exhaling. Once that's down, she gives a confident look to the camera and crowd all watching her. "First, I'd like to be honest and say that I would much rather have any of the other nominees be up here on this stage accepting this award..."

"Babe."

I slip off my left headphone and pause the YouTube video as I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Hi, sleepyhead," I say to my lovely groggy girlfriend. Her tired half-open eyes look from my laptop to me.

"What are you doing?" She asks with a droopy smile.

"Watching your Emmy acceptance speech.." That's a normal thing to say, right? "What?" She takes a closer look before turning over to pick up her phone. "Y/N, it's 3am!" She drops her phone and turns back to me. "Are you okay??" Liz rises in our bed and begins checking my head. "I'm fine. I'm fine." I shoo her hand away

"So, if you're fine, what are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep.."

Liz looks me over before pulling herself closer to me. Wrapping an arm around my back. "Okay.." She rubs her left eye and yawns. "Something on your mind?" "Babe, go back to sleep." Liz yawns again. "No, you're up. I'm up. So talk to me." I know this is a loving and losing battle. So I move my laptop off my thighs and scoot closer into Liz, who tenderly kisses my forehead.

Minutes go by without a word between us, so much so that I think Liz has fallen back asleep until I she shuffles closer to me and huskily asks. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Talk to me."

I sigh and own my mouth. "I just... Sometimes I can't believe where my life is at." I turn my head to her tired green eyes. "I mean, I have you. I'm doing what I finally want to do. And.. And yet... I'm just worried it's too good to be true." I turn my body and wrap myself around Liz. "Oh, Y/N.." She cups my chin and forces me to look at her face.

Even in the dead of night, she lights up my world.

"It's not too good to be true. Do you know why?" I shrug. "Because every tomorrow that comes with you is the too good to be true." She kisses me. "I don't want you to worry. I just want you."

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.

"That was beautiful but cheesy, Liz." This time she shrugs. "It's 3am. Give me a break." I laugh into her shoulder and lean back to my spot on the bed. "Y/N?" I look over with a questioning look. "Before we both try to go back to sleep, can you answer me one question?" I nod.

"Why are you watching my Emmy Acceptance speech?" I look from the laptop to Liz. "It's become one of my comfort videos." I can hear her grin. "One of?"

"They're not all of you.." I look over and see Liz looking back at me with a teasing lip bite. I sigh. "But if you must know... The other most current one in the rotation is your fridge tour video.."

This causes Liz to double over and laugh. Hard. I groan and close my laptop because this kind of laugh means she won't be forgetting this. "Oh God, I love you."

"I love you too," I grumble, not being serious, and get rewarded with a kiss.

"Did those girls post their photo yet?"

I cuddle into Liz's big spoon. "The teens from the parking lot?" I ask. "Yeah." I actually never checked. After Liz and mine's workout and my second dinner (😏), it kind of slipped my mind to check.

"Let me look." I pick up my phone. Open Instagram and check my notifications.

There it is.

[Photo] - From Stories @waltzthekat Met @yeahitsY/N!!! Thank you for being so nice and chill when @willownotthetree wasn't. 🧡💚 Tagged People - @yeahitsY/N @willownotthetree @hollynothunter

"That's very sweet. Why those hearts?" Liz hands my phone back to me. "I kinda stumbled over my words and said my favorite color was GrOrange when she asked."

"GrOrange?" Liz clarifies. I nod. "Because it was Orange, but now it's Green; my brain got confused." Liz smiles. "I remember when you told me about your favorite color." She then laughs at the memory. And it only takes one second for me to join as well. "So if your crush on Velma from Scooby-Doo made your favorite color Orange what made it Green? Shaggy?" Liz teases and asks me, knowing full well why my favorite color is Green.

"Yep. Shaggy. Shaggy and his gorgeous eyes."

"Shaggy," Liz whispers into the air between our closing lips. "Let's go to sleep, sweetie." I nod and make sure all my devices are plugged in and put away.

As my eyes get tired and Liz's breathing slows behind me, I can't help but think of what a ridiculous name GrOrange, would be for a song.

But come morning, it's already half written.

I say half because my train of thought was derailed when I received a text from Max. With a follow-up text with a link.

A/N Just a majority fluff chapter. This fic doesn't have enough of it lmaoo

Pt. 36

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

we need more divorcebaiting. how strongly can canon imply (without technically outright stating) that these two characters are bitterly, acrimoniously divorced? essential we explore this

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[nathaniacolver]

arcane ships be like

i love a show that teaches equality (😭😭😭)

[demaparbat-hp]

That infamous prison escape.

[acorviart]

not to sound like a boomer, but I need some people to learn how to write emails in a semi-professional (at the very least) format so you're not cold emailing a business/potential employer/any other stranger about formal matters in the exact same way you'd DM a close friend on instagram

the formality/language can loosen up in the email chain once you've established a rapport and you match the other person if they're being less formal, but please don't have the very first email you send a stranger be written in all lowercase ultra-casual sms slang with no greeting or signature and a billion emojis

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[crabussy]

"dolphins are completely evil" I actually don't think we should assign human morality to animals with no concept of law or civilisation with an intelligence roughly equating to that of a toddler

[katsigian]

Changing my belief system from "this is the hill I'll die on" to "this is the hill I'll kill you on" has done absolute wonders for me 10/10 do recommend

[jplupine]

So apparently some people new to Tumblr think a repost and a reblog are the same thing, so when they see creators asking for people to not repost, they're thinking the creators are saying to not reblog 😭

Y'all, a repost is when you copy/download the work and create a new post using the work making it seem as if it's yours. A reblog is you using a site provided feature to share the creator's post directly from the creator so that it's still credited to them and they still get all of the traction/notes from the work.

Please, reblog fics/art/etc. that you enjoy! Reblogging is not reposting! Creatives need support too, and reblogging is a way to do that!

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[littlelightfish]

Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:

Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.

(You can hear it here)

In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[violent138]

There comes a time when the criminals prefer being taken in by Batman, because his kids go a little overboard:

Goon: "You won't kill me."

Cass: "You ready to bet your life on that?"

Duke: *tosses her the gun they took off the guy* "I would do what she says."

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Random thug: "Hey Batman doesn't kill--"

Damian: "Not like he's here. You're certainly not going to be able to tell him."

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Tim: "Well, accidents do happen. Shame." *starts to let go of the rope*

Guy dangling off the building: "No, no okay, okay, I'll tell you!"

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Steph: *clears throat*

Gang members: "We surrender!" *multiple guns fall to the ground*

Steph: "I see my reputation precedes me, wise choice."

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*Bruce gets chewed out by Gordon by the Batsignal because the rumours have spread so much, it kind of sounds like Batman's kids have been going around murdering people*

Bruce: "In my defense, it's only one of them."

Gordon: "What."

Bruce: *realizes he never filled Gordon in on Red Hood*

[prolibytherium]

David Attenborough narration: But this very special Fish has not come here to feed...

Me: No way dude I was so sure he was hungry but my expectations are subverted Listening and learning.

David Attenborough narration: ...He has come here... To Breed.

Me: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!