#tw cop mention

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Officer Grayson: I’m sorry sir but it’s against the law to ride a motorcycle without a helmet. I’m gonna have to write you a ticket

Robin (Tim): No *I’m* sorry sir, I’m gonna have to write you out of my will

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

remember how in ATSV, Gwen's dad quits his job as a cop, because it required him to arrest innocent people, including his own daughter?

or how in Carmen Sandiego, Julia gives up her job as an investigator, after realizing that Carmen was a good person but the ACME still wanted to capture her?

i just wish we would have gotten something like this with Caitlyn. it's really disappointing to see a character with so much potential being completely assassinated like this.

at no point does Caitlyn realize that her job as an enforcer is only harming people.

at no point does she consider the fact that her own girlfriend was a victim of police brutality and classism, and that maybe she shouldn't continue to endorse and enable it.

there was an opportunity for growth, where Caitlyn realizes how much harm she has done, and thus decides to quit her job.

it's like the writers for s2 were completely different people, the way they entirely missed the point of the first season.

[olsenmyolsen]

Hey sorry you are ill at the moment, you mentioned requests being open. So if I may

May a request an wanda one shot where both wanda and yn are crushing in each other but both too scared to admit. Pietro is yns friend and takes her out to crazy golf or something to unwind (nothing alcohol related please) . But maybe pietro causes trouble and they end up arrested. Which stresses yn out as she's never been arrested and is scared and paranoid.

Anyway she uses her call to call wanda (much to pietro's displeasure) and she storms in to get them out (def calming down yn and giving her a hug when she sees her in jail and after she gets her out) . (Wanda def makes sure any record of yn getting arrested is gone with her powers) .

Wanda being utterly pissed at pietro, maybe they argue in sokovian and maybe pietro says something (def about them being idiots who won't admit they like each other or something along the lines) and he speeds away and it ends with Wanda being the one to confess and ask yn out.

I know this might seem a bit much or too detailed but let me know what you think :)

You Have The Right To Remain Silent

(I feel like I might start writing Pietro a lot more now)

master list . maroon master list . dark master list

Post AoU (Female Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: Pietro takes you out and tries to get you to admit your feelings about Wanda. Simple, right? So why are you making a phone call from a county jail?

Word Count: 3.2K

Content: Pietro is a great friend/menace, Emo Wanda, Cuteness

To say Wanda Maximoff was mad would be THE understatement.

Not only was she mad, she was pissed, enraged, furious, embarrassed, she was- you get it. So, as Wanda grabs her red jacket and storms down to the Avenger's garage, she can't help but replay the most recent call with You repeatedly.

In fairness, you did only have one phone call, at least, according to the cop who arrested Wanda's brother and You.

But let's back it up a bit to this morning when all Pietro wanted to do was take you out. Have a bit of one-on-one hang-out time. You were, after all, his most recent best friend since moving to America and joining the Avengers.

"Y/n, come on, get up!" You were slowly but abruptly being shaken away by your silver-haired friend. You lift your tired arms and push him away. "No, I love sleep!" You cry out why, doing your best to keep your eyes shut, but within a flash, Pietro has lifted your window blinds, making the early morning sunshine right onto you.

Damn, Stark, for putting you in the east corner of the compound.

So, with a loud groan into your pillow, you blink open your eyes to see Pietro smugly smiling. "Hi!" He waved.

What a menace.

You closed your eyes and sighed loudly. But sure enough, about twenty minutes later, you were dressed comfortably in your favorite pair of jeans and a light hoodie. It was about halfway through autumn, so the choice was perfect for the season and for whatever outdoor activity Pietro wanted to drag you to.

As of late, he was known to pull something like this. About two weeks ago, it was Basketball. A month prior, it was Pickleball.

Etc etc.

And you weren't sure if it was meant to happen or not, but the conversations always seemed to steer back to fellow teammate Pietro's sister and your crush, Wanda Maximoff.

And not that Pietro knew. At least you didn't think so...

(He knew.)

Regardless, you stumbled into the Avenger's kitchen and- "Hey, Y/n!" You jolt your head up from the floor of the compound at the accented angelic voice of Wanda. She's standing by the stove making pancakes. She's dressed in her usual wear of black skirts and cardigans. Necklaces hanging from her. Wanda's nails have some of the black polish removed, and her fingers are still wearing rings. Some of the last things from first home...

Sokovia.

Wanda keeps her eyes on you as you smile to see her. Hoping your cheeks don't light up. "Hi, Wanda!" You finally manage to say. She loves the sound of your voice, too. Even when it's all wavered. "You heading out?" Wanda says as you walk further into the kitchen. Heading to the fridge because you're on autopilot.

You look down at your outfit of choice. "Uh yeah, Pietro wanted to do something." Wanda makes anah noise and turns back to the pancakes. "You like blueberries, right?"

Wanda knew you did.

"Yeah." You reply after retrieving a glass of orange juice, making Wanda nod and not so subtly begin making a blueberry pancake. You turned your head away at the feeling of the warmth in your cheeks and sat at the kitchen island.

You felt the need to say something to Wanda. Ask her how she slept. Or what she was doing today. Or if she watched any of the old sitcoms you used to watch after school. But nothing was firing in your brain as you watched her glide through the kitchen.

You were starting to wonder if she didn't have her abilities, what would Wanda do? Chef? Ballet? Actress?

Wanda laughed while flipping over your two pancakes onto a plate. The noise made you raise your eyebrows and look at her with an acute smile. "What's funny?" You asked, but Wanda shook her head. "Just thought about something." She meekly replied with her green eyes, making her red cheeks and freckles pop slightly more. "Here." She then said as she laid down the food in front of you. Her powers setting down the syrup next to you.

You smiled and felt your heart flutter. "You get first dibs." Wanda smiled back. "Wow... Wanda, this looks-"

"Ah, there you are!!" Pietro rushed into the kitchen, making the two of you startle, and dropped your silverware onto the plate. "Jesus!" You yell out while Wanda takes the dish towel next to her and throws it at her brother. "Stop doing that!" She yells, making Pietro roll his eyes. "But you always say that!" Wanda lets out a large sigh and glares at him before turning back to the stove to keep working on breakfast for the rest of the team.

Effectively ending your moment with Wanda.

You pick back up your fork and knife and begin to dig into your specially made pancakes while Pietro tries to apologize to his sister to get her to make him chocolate pancakes, but she refuses and then says: "Only Y/n gets the special treatment!"

You froze, but Pietro smirked and looked at Wanda before communicating with her in Sokovian. A language you wish you could understand. Maybe in time... However, what Pietro said ended up with her yelling something back while trying her best to hide her smile.

Pietro called her out, and thus, a chocolate pancake was laid in front of him minutes later. But leaving food around him doesn't last long, so as much as you wanted to talk to Wanda some more and be terrible at flirting, you were being whisked away for a day with Pietro.

Not before waving bye to Wanda.

"Axe throwing?" You asked Pietro as the two of you walked up to the building after a 30-minute drive. "Not just axe throwing!" You tilted your head and followed the speedster inside.

Pietro took you to the newest evolution in the craze. Inside was your typical kind of place for this activity, but instead of standard sections, this place also had a glow-in-the-dark area and a gamified version where you had to play/win specific challenges for tickets for prizes.

You looked at your friend and saw his smile on his face.

Sometimes, you remind yourself that this is still the same person who lost everything months ago. And here he is with a wide smile.

Also, how in the world did he find out they opened at 10 am was beyond you. It just didn't make sense... But it's a tale, so after ordering some water and snacks, the first axe hit the board.

"No, fair, you're super strong!" Pietro was already whining.  You playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed your axe. "Yes, but that and my impenetrable skin don't make me super accurate. I'm not Hawkeye." You say with a little laugh. "Ah, right, the old man," Pietro replied, lifting the axe above his head. You smiled. "I'm so telling him you said that." You say as Pietro's axe lands slightly to the right of the bullseye.

Pietro retrieves it and laughs back before asking you about Natasha Romanoff, aka The Black Widow.

You tried your best to talk him out of asking her, but it didn't work. However, when he got knocked across the gym three weeks from now, you were there to say, "I told you so."

"Bullseye!" You cheered as your axe landed dead center. Pietro watched you walk to grab it with a smile before he did his best to shift the conversation to the real reason for today's adventure. "So Y/n..."

"So Pietro..." You said, copying his tone as he threw his axe. "You and my sister seemed to be getting along..." You tilted your head slightly. "Yeah... so?"

Pietro's axe landed a little below the target. Pietro looked at it before turning to you. "Pietro..." You said as the man stared at you. "Y/n, come on." Pietro grabbed his axe. "Just admit you like my sestra!"

"Pietro!" You raised your voice at his accurate assumption. "She likes you too!" He kept his voice level with yours. "You're too dumb or chicken to do anything about it!" You shook your head. "No. We're just friends!"

Yes, you had a crush on Wanda. Because, of course, you did, but when it came to admitting it to Pietro, you denied, denied, denied.

One, because you'd never hear the end of it.

Two, you didn't want to jeopardize anything between you and Wanda.

And three, could Wanda actually like you back??

"She made you special pancakes! You heard her. No one, but you gets them!" Pietro argues loudly, making one of the few other people in the establishment look over towards the two of you. "Pietro, shh." You say while gesturing with your head to the person, but Pietro isn't bothered by that. Too busy asking you about your crush. "That means something!"

"No, it means nothing." You argue back hoping this would be like any other time Pietro brought up this conversation and have it end reasonably quick. So, as you badly threw your axe at the wall, Pietro stood up.

"So if you think everything between you and my sestra means nothing then that must mean you don't like her."

You picked your axe from the floor. "What?" You replied, standing in the narrow space. "I didn't say that!" A customer looks over at you two. So does an employee. "So there is something?!" Pietro grins as he lets go of the axe right next to you, as you haven't gotten out of the way yet. "Pietro!" You scream even if the axe wouldn't have done anything to your body, thanks to your abilities.

An employee calls a manager over to them to watch you and Pietro.

"Just admit it: you like my sestra!" You huff, but before you can say anything else, he uses his super speed to grab the axe from the board and swing it back at you again. "Say it!" He calls out as it feels like you got a new haircut.

Luckily, nothing was trimmed.

"Yes, I like Wanda-" Pietro goes to interrupt you, but you cut him. "As a friend!" Pietro rolls his eyes and goes to use his powers again, but a man in a blue polo shirt stops him as Pietro raises his axe.

The two of you turn your eyes to the stranger—a manager.

"Hey! You are breaking some rules here and causing a disturbance. Why don't you two come with me!" Pietro looks at you and returns his eyes to the man with the name tag, 'Micheal.' "No, we're cool. It's okay."

You sigh, closing your eyes, knowing that's NOT what you're supposed to say. You move up.

"Hey. I'm sorry, my friend here is a little... much, but I-" You get cut off by the manager. "Doesn't matter what you're about to say. You two have been loud and reckless. Not to mention you're mutants." The man adds that last part in like you wouldn't heat him.

Pietro looks from you to the man. "Excuse me?"

"Pietro, let's just leave." You say, moving your eyes to Wanda's brother. But Pietro tightens his jaw. He brought you to this place to have fun and to finally have you admit that you are head over heels for Wanda. He also wants to spend time with his friend. He's tired of people telling him what to do or not do.

So, in a lapse of better judgment, Pietro uses his super speed and, thus leading to the two of you pinned to a cop car while Peitro wears Micheals's name tag as paramedics look over the man in the polo with a bloody nose. "I didn't push him that hard," Pietro comments, making you huff as a cop tightens the cuffs on the two of you.

"You both have the right to remain silent..." The mustache'd cop behind you starts going over your Miranda Rights as you close your eyes and let the world fall to a hum around you.

What the fuck were you going to tell Wanda...

The cell door at the sheriff's station closes behind you as you and Pietro walk inside. "I still think we could've gotten away. I'm super fast." You throw your arms up and let them fall against your side. "And then what Pietro? My car would still be at the place, and they'd track the registration to the compound. Could you imagine two cops knocking on the Avengers doors!?"

Pietro noticed your voice. You're frustrated and exhausted. Uneasy as your anxiety courses through you.

Pietro looks away.

The last time you were arrested was before you joined the Avengers... Those memories are seconds away from coming back.

After a few quiet moments, you take a seat on the cold bench next to your friend. Pietro hears the deep exhale come out of you. "I'm sorry." He calmly speaks up, making you look at him. "I shouldn't have engaged or acted out." You nod. "Why did you?" You ask. Pietro shrugs but looks at you. "I was more than okay leaving, but then he said... that word a-and it made me think back to Hydra. You know they weren't exactly known for being the nicest people..." He jokes with a slight smile but is still solum with his words. "Plus, I guess. I guess I really just wanted today to be the day." Pietro looks at you, and you know what he means.

"I do like her. A lot." You speak up. Pietro smiles. "Oh god, what are we going to tell her?" You say as you lean back against the grey wall.

"Tell her?" Pietro says, making you glance at him. "We can't do that." You widen your eyes. "Are you kidding me? That's exactly what we're going to do!" You say back.

"She'll kill me!" Pietro jokingly looks scared.

"Pietro, you're lucky I haven't killed you! Besides, we're calling Wanda. I'm not about to have Cap come down here and treat us like we're children. I am not about to have Natasha scold us and make our weekly gym sessions increase. I'm calling Wanda!"

Pietro knew this was the only option as everyone else was too busy or off-world. But he still argued and pleaded. But he relented when he saw you start to shake from your nerves.

Ten minutes later, you walked back into the cell, and an officer closed it behind you.

"I think she's mad." You said. Knowing his twin, Pietro knew that if you thought Wanda was mad. Gear up because she was past mad. Pietro sighed and stood up, needing to stretch his legs. "Did you tell her it was my fault like I asked?" You nodded. "But then Wanda asked me how come I was arrested as well. I froze. I told her I pushed the man back when he tried to push me but couldn't." Pietro laughed through his nose. "Your super strength and impenetrable skin will always amaze me."

"Yeah..." You sigh. "Too bad it won't make me Wanda like me again after this." Pietro watches you sit on the bench. "I'll talk to her," Pietro affirms you, but you don't know if you want him to talk to the witch or not. But before you can say anything, you hear muffled, loud yelling coming from outside the double doors down the hall. "How did she get here already?!" Pietro asks because it makes no sense. You shake your head and shrug before the doors down the hall open, and Wanda's black boots hit the white tile floor with force.

The officer with Wanda opens the cell door without a word to either of you. When you look at his eyes, you see how red they are.

Pietro looks to you and gulps.

"Sestra-" Wanda raises her hand to Pietro. "I don't want to hear it. Let's go." Wanda starts to walk away, and as much as you shouldn't, you do, in fact, look up and down her backside. Your crush on her and her demeanor towards you in this moment makes something click inside you. Fuck.

As the three of you exit into the station lobby, you realize that everyone in the building is under Wanda's control. You glance at a monitor and watch as a red-eyed officer deletes your and Pietro's files. You look back to Wanda, who pierces you with her green eyes. A smile wants to break out on her lips, but she remains stern as she gestures for you two to pick up your belongings at the front desk. You nod, and you and Pietro grab your things—one of them including your car keys for your impounded car.

"It's out front," Wanda speaks up before you send her a gracious smile. She sees it but doesn't return one as she leads the three of you outside. Her red car is parked next to your older vehicle.

"Pietro in the car," Wanda commands her brother, who does so without wanting to be under her power. As she stops in front of her driver's side door, Wanda looks to you. She opens it before closing it and walking over to you. Her green eyes looking at yours, getting softer by the second. She then surprises you with the most Wanda thing ever. She wraps her arms tightly around you and hugs you. "It's okay." She whispers to you as you feel yourself melt into the embrace. "Wanda, I'm sorry." You feel the need to say back, but Wanda shakes her head and pulls back. "Y/n, the only thing you need to be sorry for is your choice of friends." You can't help but laugh as you wipe the corner of your eye. The last thing you needed to do was cry.

Wanda moves her hands and fingers covered in rings up and down your arms to comfort you. "Pietros has already taken the blame again and again," Wanda says, confusing you until she points to her head. "Right." You nod. Wanda smiles. "A lot of yelling in Sokovian." Wanda drags her hands down and off of your arm. You already feel the loss of her touch, but look at her eyes as they find yours. "Do you think we could talk later? After we get back to the compound?" She asks, and you feel your throat grow tighter. "Not about this!" Wanda quickly corrects your thoughts as she points to the sheriff's office. "It's just Pietro called me an idiot, and it has something to do with you."

"With me?" You find yourself questioning even though you one hundred percent know what she's getting at it. Wanda nods as a shy blush appears on her face. Wanda looks back to the car before turning to look at you. She bites her lip. "I like you. A lot." Wanda confesses after a brief moment.

You can't help but smile wide.

You nod. "I like you a lot too, Wanda." Wanda feels her heart grow warm as she hears your words. "So yeah, we can talk later?" She says, making you chuckle. "I'll see you at the compound." You reply back.

Who would've thought that to get your crush, all you had to do was get arrested?

dividers by @/benkeibear

[kyle-weston]

Fun fact: those nurses in Gotham take no shit so I witnessed one of them literally batch slapping a cop (ACAB, Wes' beloved)

[literal-trans-beans]

Guys during Halloween I went up to a guy with a police costume and said

'Hey your costume looks really convincing'

And then his radio went off

Quote, 'Yeah, I've been told that'

I told a police officer that he looks like a police officer

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

“stop policing queer people and their identities!!” “stop acting like a cop men can be lesbians”

you know lesbians are one of the biggest victims of violence from cops right. Especially POC lesbians and ESPECIALLY black lesbians and ESPECIALLY ESPECIALLY trans lesbians. Right.

[pechaberriesandsoju]

your other neighbors did what!! 😀

OH YOU CAUGHT THAT????

Yeah, they uh okay, so I was still in high school. I think when this happened, but I was home! We didn't have school on Fridays at my school, so it was a homeschool day. My dad and I are chilling at home when suddenly there's a loud bang, the house shakes and stuff starts falling out of cabinets in the kitchen across the house. We run outside, and the neighbors house is on fire! It's gathering a crowd, and we're all worried for the neighbors until a cop speeds up and demands we all get in our houses with his gun out. So you can imagine how fast we all scramble, except for my dad, who had run to the backyard to grab the house to wet the plants on the fence line so they wouldn't catch so he missed the cop completely. Anyways, uh, long story short cause I don't wanna ramble too much, but it turns out the neighbors fixed the water boiler into a bomb, blew up their house, the husband had a stand off with one of the cops and got shot (i witnessed it and I witnessed him pulling the trigger too) and later we find out both he and his wife did it because they were having financial problems and decided to try to go for suicide by cop. And apparently, before they set off the water boiler? They called the local news and told them, "There's going to be a shoot off at (Street name)" and that's how the cops found out. They both lived and from what I know from what their family told us last?? Are happy in prison.

So yeahhh my neighbors blew up their house and now there's an empty lot that my dad and his friends use for their trailers!! No I have no idea if they are allowed to do that but the city gets onto them if it's not mowed!!!!

[angstfactory]

@a-small-drop-in-a-big-pond (micah)

Honestly, Neylani had intentionally dragged out going to The Lone Wolf as long as possible now. It was literally the last business she needed to check up on to see if it had been affected in the chaos of that festival weekend. The town was really rallying together to make sure the residents of Raven's Peak got what they needed, which included their local businesses-- those needed to be up and running as soon as possible, so the place could go back to pretending that everything was okay.

However, this bar was owned by Micah Boudreaux. A person the sheriff wasn't too keen on interacting with.

Maybe if she hadn't stupidly asked the man for a date only to get stood up by him, things would be different. Neylani should have stuck to her guns on that whole 'no younger men' rule of hers. It already felt so awkward, like she was some cougar chasing after guys that barely had a steady foot in this world. Granted, she did at least try to stay above the 30's but even then... It made her feel desperate.

She was desperate. She knew that. Didn't mean she wanted anyone else to know, too.

Still-- the sting of having been stood up by the guy, there being zero follow up from him afterwards, not even a hint of apology... Neylani didn't appreciate the disrespect, and she liked wasting her time even less. The sheriff strolled into The Lone Wolf, ready to talk discuss professional things and professional things only. "Mr. Boudreaux," Ney approached the man behind the bar in a forced tone of polite indifference, "the department is checking on the local shops and businesses in the area, to see if there's anything to you need assistance with, after the festival." She paused about a couple of feet away from the bar, clearly ready to be in and out. The place looked fine to her.

[the-fallen-collective]

if anyone I said goodnight to sees this, ignore me, I am going to sleep, just gotta say this/get this off my chest before I forget

tw for sa mention and mention of hallucinations

..I’m sorry, but what the ever loving fuck? I’m not opening up to my therapist about shit anymore until we can find a new one

fuck her

therapists are only allowed to tell the legal guardian(s) things if the kid or someone else is in active danger

last I checked, mentioning having hallucinations and feeling unable to meet expectations isn’t us being in immediate danger. It’s certainly not the first time we’ve mentioned it either. But she goes and tells our ABLEIST mom who doesn’t actually listen to us about anything about both things!!!

But the times we straight up told her “oh yeah we feel unsafe at school because someone is ACTIVELY sexually assaulting us” she doesn’t fucking say shit to anyone! When we actually are in danger!

what the fuck? fuck her, fuck everyone god fucking damn it I hate people this is why we never open up to adults because it never fucking ends well literally every single time we’ve opened up to adult we’ve been ready led, we’ve been grounded and in trouble, we’ve been yelled at, we’ve been given silent treatment, we’ve had the cops called, we’ve been not believed, we’ve had a lot of adults take our abusers sides, we’ve had adults lie about keeping things (things that aren’t any active danger to anyone) to our parents leading us to get in trouble, and now this!!

we can’t fucking trust anyone can we??

I want to just lay down and cry I hate everything

[soloquel]

had a cop ask me for my number at work bc he wanted me to have some drinks with him & then go to the club together, which i tried to say no to in the nicest, most polite way possible bc a) i was at work (retail, surrounded by customers) and b) i'm scared of a man's hurt ego, but he kept insisting and asking why not etc., and it took me telling him i have a boyfriend for him to finally back off, but not after asking where he works (i only said also in retail) and him telling me that i'd be better off with a cop, but then he finally left. man, i hate this so much, i hate having people know where i work and being so accessible to all kinds of weirdos, and i hate how i had to warn all my coworkers not to tell that guy anything bc i'm terrified of cops and their fucking immunity in regard to so many things. also he kept bragging about how he carries his gun around at all times, and then turned around and wondered why most people start to act weirdly around him when they find out he's a cop, like HUH???? anyways i hate having to be paranoid about him finding out where i live, where my boyfriend works, etc. idk man. i find cops terrifying.

[oh-look-a-homosexual-punk-bitch]

I FUCKING HATE MY SIL'S MOMS BOYFRIEND, HE BANGED ON THE DOOR AT 5:30AM AND I HAD A FUCKING PANIC ATTACK BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS THE FUCKING COPS OR DRUG TASK FORCE, ITS A FUCKING TRAUMA RESPONSE FOR ME CUZ I WAS IN A DRUG RAID AS A KID, HE FUCKING KNOWS THAT, YET HE STILL DID IT, I FUCKING HATE HIM

[stardustsomewhere]

moved out. no hope for my girlfriend at this point. i checked my food, you guys were right. she was poisoning me. i am so heartbroken someone i love would do something like this to me.

she invited apple to come live with us without my consent. thank god my friend is willing to take me in

i dont know whats next for us. i took photos and screenshots of the evidence. maybe i should go to the police at this point

[themagicmusicman]

driving home from holiday today and we passed a group of horses that the police use for,,,, something? anyway the horse cops were feeding and as we drove past them, out of my open window, i heard someone shout the best thing ive ever heard:

“OI! THOSE ARE HORSES, NOT PIGS”

whoever you are, i love you and you’re my honorary son now. sorry, it’s the law,

The horse cops said so

[methylphenidatedreams]

*deep sigh* dream time before i forget:

First of all, this was all Tom Taylor’s nightwing. So, Barbara was batgirl and dick was a himbo. Anyways, babs had decided to infiltrate a gang against dick’s warnings that it wouldn’t end well for her but the gang decided to use her as a patsy because she was a noob/posing as a gang member’s girlfriend and set her up for a murder. Dick being his cop self was given point on the case (after gloating a bit that he was right) and was trying to prove her innocence. Also i think he was meant to represent her in court because dream logic? Anyways babs had managed to get a bunch of other cops on her side and get them to help her prove her innocence. Like, she got a conference room despite being in police custody, that’s how good she is. Dick was helping but also being a bit of a nuisance and cracking jokes/trying to be the center of attention/cheering up babs. Which is when i realized this was meant to be a romcom and i found this so ridiculous i woke myself up.

[incorrect-worldless-quotes]

Edda, kicking down the door: Consider the fundraising over! Your hero has arrived!

Old One: Uhh… where did you get so much money from, kids?

Aven: Well, you know, I’m pretty good at numbers. I just crunched them, I stretched them, I analyzed my accounts, I timed the market-

*police sirens start to wail in the background*

Old One: DID YOU TWO ROB A BANK?!

Edda: Oh, come on, Old One, do you really think so little of us? *opens the bag as purple dye explodes on their face*

Old One:

Aven: …it was a credit union.

(Submitted by @chaosandtoomuchideas)

[janny-aqua]

I remember making a post about how Leon wouldn't want to be a cop cause of how corrupted the system is and Jill telling him likewise, and guy said that he would still be a cop only to try helping people. I call BS on that, if he has a heart, he wouldn't be a cop.