(yeah i'm being that guy)

—and Alfred is my grandpa, while Babs is like a sister and mentor to me. Going out from there is when things can get tricky. Former Commissioner Gordon is somewhat like a grandpa, though he’s more like a cool uncle I get to hang out with sometimes, and while Ivy and Harley are technically rivals like the Joker they treat me and padre like family, so they’re sort of like my aunts, and—

anonymous asked:

"I'd ask you to stay, but I don't like you" for hoperai, please? ✨

royal!AU tag

Back when she’d been in the Corps, struggling to survive, Lightning had never really given much thought to history or relations with other kingdoms. Not only was that the old royal family’s business to worry about, but it was Serah’s department as a future teacher.

Now, Lightning wished that she could take a slice of that knowledge, just on the off chance it would get Sazh off her back.

“Seriously, have you even looked at those documents I’ve been givin’ you? At all? Even just a stern glance?”

“I’ve been busy,” Lightning muttered, which wasn’t too far from the truth - she’d just been busy avoiding any thought of diplomatic relations at her introduction ball. She hadn’t been the crown princess of the kingdom of Eden for too long and had mostly avoided the public eye. This ball would be her first real moment in the spotlight.

Which was why she was busy being terrified.

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but by the grace of god go we

( Kandreil fic for @knox-moreau‘s contest! set post-canon, all schmoop. also available on ao3. )

( also please check out the sweet turn out for this contest. great ship fics galore. )

The first time Kevin kissed Neil was after Neil told Kevin that their performance in the Spring Championships upped their national ranking from the worst Class I team to the fourth best. Kevin dropped his gym bag, grabbed Neil by the shoulders, and reeled him in for a cruising, albeit closed-lip, kiss.

It was a tinsy bit shocking.

Though a gesture that would have sent a fourteen year old him stumbling in delight, now that he knew what Kevin Day was really like off a filmed stage, it made him question Kevin’s health. Once Kevin leaned away - not smiling in a soft, happy way, but grinning, like in victory, like in delight, like a crocodile at an unaware gazelle’s approach -, Neil bluntly asked, “Are you ill?”

Kevin did not take that well.

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((Should Mendy bail out of the conversation with his old friend, or should he explain what’s going on?))

some loser: idealistic characters are so unrealistic!! there’s no way they can go through terrible things and not turn cynical - and if they do, that means they’re totally stupid and na–

me: kbye

me, stuffing characters with improbable career paths into my handbag: well come on their job can’t be that hard

Sacrifice

100 Theme Drabble Challenge featuring HopeLight

previous themes

sacrifice; the au-ish fic where Hope finds a baby on his doorstep
(this one is suuuper long, just to warn you!)

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Slytherins are not Nazis in the sense that “Hydra is Nazis” or “Death Eaters are allegorical Nazis” but Slytherins have been, CANONICALLY, complicit in and/or actively encouraging racism and the activities of extremists since the founding of the House

like

i literally do not understand how people can rightfully talk at length about how Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape are awful and then turn around and pretend that the process that MOLDED them in to the type of people that would hurl slurs around and feel entitled to people/things because of their blood didn’t start with their family and CONTINUE WITH BEING IN A HOUSE THAT SPEWS OUT RACIST DOGMAS AT FIVE KNUTS APIECE

i don’t give a fuck if out of universe you want to dissociate Slytherins from their canon baggage so you can sort your faves or whatever but “Slytherins are BULLIED AT HOGWARTS” “PROTECT SLYTHERINS” “SLYTHERINS ARE OPPRESSED IN CANON FOR BEING AMBITIOUS” lmao fuck all the way off

you didn’t think he’d be this soft

motherly (ˈmʌðəlɪ): adj 1. of or resembling a mother, esp in warmth, or protectiveness

Katara totally felt motherly toward Aang. Like she feels motherly towards anybody for whom she has even just a little bit of affection, but especially Aang.

It’s a mix of “I’m so proud of you omg you’ve grown up soo much” and “fuck what are these feelings this kiss was good i’m so attracted to you but you’re off to maybe die this is confusing”.

I bet she still felt motherly toward him when they were married with children. Heck, I bet she still felt this way on his deathbed (and beyond).

It’s okay because, yk, she’s not his actual mother and he doesn’t see her as such, they’re not related, she never infantilizes him (quite the opposite) and there is no power imbalance between them: their relationship is based on a friendship between equals and huge amounts of mutual respect (respect for each other as people and functioning adults, for each other’s identity, abilities, values and decisions - even when they don’t particularly agree with each other). There’s only two years between them - truly insignificant in the long run, barely matters at the end of the show (like they get along with each other better than with anybody else).

So I don’t see how it’s a problem? Aang is too young in the show for me to seriously ship him, but that’s on me, and I don’t think Kataang is problematic because of Katara’s motherliness. It’s actually one of the things I like most about older!Kataang - this inversion on classical gender roles: the girl is the protector, the one providing the most emotional support.

And actually, I think it’s thematically significant:

Idk, if Katara’s love for Aang is supposed to represent the Air Nomads love for him that hasn’t left this world, it feels right that it has this fiercely protective, proud, and warm quality that makes it feel so motherly.

alright opinions

I just finished s3 of buffy. I’ve had the whole “here’s how to watch buffy and angel simultaneously with the episodes in chronological order” saved for an eternity, but I’m unsure?

should I watch angel y/n? how much does it enhance the overall story and will I enjoy it? bearing in mind that I’m not ooooverly fond of angel as a character? I don’t actively dislike him but he broods too much and I’m just like “dude you need a new hobby”

can do a scenario when he feel sad and worry because you are distant and cold with him, but that’s because you’re pregnant! and don’t know how to tell him, you are really scared about how he will react?? thankyou~

Hey kids! Optional bias scenario since no one’s name is written there!

Bias = (_____)
You = _____

You walk around the bathroom then move on to the bedroom, stress was running through your blood. Seeing a pregnancy test that belonged to you and that was positive was a nightmare, especially when you weren’t even married and your mate and you weren’t ready. You didn’t hate children, you just thought it was too early. You’ve been together for about six years but it didn’t mean that you were ready to get a child with your boyfriend from high school.

The sound of the door creaking and opening scared you more than it normally does. You hurry to the bathroom and close the door.

“______—” Your boyfriend started without getting the chance to finish his sentence.

You grab the little stick and throw it back into its box. You hide it in your make up bag that was laying on the counter near the sink. How exactly were you suppose to announce to your boyfriend the news? What if he ran away after you told him?

You hear a knock on the door and get up slowly, your hand shaking as it approaches the doorknob.

“_______? What are you doing?” You hear your boyfriend call you from the other side of the door.

“Nothing! Go away!” You shouted then whispered the word ‘please’.

Tears started to form and your scares were becoming bigger. You waited in the bathroom as long as you could, avoiding (_____) at all cost. There was no way you would tell him the truth, too many reasons that were hurtful to you were running through your mind.

Hunger soon came up, your boyfriend was still out there, waiting for you to come out and talk to you. For your sake and the fetus’s, you unlocked the door and gently opened it, hoping your boyfriend was in the bedroom. He was.

You managed to get your coat and leave the house without him knowing. You got to a restaurant, not a fancy one. You didn’t know what to eat, what kind of food would affect your child. But did you want to keep the kid? What if you didn’t want it? Wouldn’t it be better if you aborted it without him knowing and all your stress over it left but the fact that you aborted it would haunt you at night?

“May I help you?” A young lady asked, getting to your table.

“Uh, can I just get the chicken sandwich and some water?”

She left and came back with your order. After paying and eating, you walked back and forth, wondering if you should get back home. You didn’t have anywhere else to go, your friends were at their honeymoon and you wouldn’t dare tell your parents.

You walked back home, as you enter the living and take your shoes off, you find your boyfriend on the phone with a pale face.

“I’m sorry, she’s back… Thank you…” He ended the call. “Where did you go? Did you eat yet? Are you angry at me? Did you have a bad day? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You bite your lip and lift your eyes up at him. Running away was the only thing you wanted to do right now, but you also wanted to admit your pregnancy. He walked closer to you and grabbed your hand.

“______..?”

You turn away and walk to your bedroom. Before he could enter, you close it and lock him out, looking at him was something you just couldn’t do for the moment. You got to your bed and wrapped yourself in your blanket, pushing your coat away and pulling your socks off. He taps on the door several time until you hear him hit on it.

“______! Open up! Please!”

“S-stop! Leave me alone!”

You started to cry again, probably the only thing you could do for the rest of the evening. You needed to shower and he needed to sleep, but you didn’t want to leave the bedroom. You knew he was sitting at the door and didn’t get up.

“Just get a hold of yourself, ______…” You mumbled to yourself.

You twisted the knob and saw him sitting there, his eyes were watery and he was trembling as much as you were. He got up as soon as he saw you looking down at him.

“______…” He whispered as he tangles his hand in your hair.

Without noticing your movement, you hit his arm away and walk to the bathroom, the place you needed to be. You showered pretty slowly then got out. He seemed upset and frustrated, like he was going to go crazy. You move your eyes to the door of the bedroom then get to it.

“Wait.” He tells you as soon as you got there.

You ignored his order and continued walking to bed and wrapping yourself in the blanket. He approached to you and put his arm around your waist, his breath touching your warm cheeks.

“What did I do wrong?” He starts in a warm voice.

“Nothing. It’s normal.” You pushed him away.

“What’s normal?” He asks.

“Just stop talking and go to shower.” You ordered him, feeling a bit angry.

“Did you eat yet?”

You elbow his stomach lightly as a sign that he should just go do whatever he wants to. He gets out of bed and prepares food while you think about different ways to tell him about the unborn person in your belly. He came back with drinks and bowls of rice with meat and vegetables.

“Here, eat.” He hands you chopsticks and a bowl.

“I already ate.” You told him truthfully but felt hungry again.

“Just eat again, I just want to make sure that you really ate.” He pushes them in your hands.

You silently eat with your partner without answering or talking to him. You kept glancing at him, he didn’t look happy like he normally does when he eats. You felt guilty for not telling him that he would possibly become a father, depending on what would happen to the child.

“Could you please talk to me?” He said, grabbing your hand.

“Let go of me. Please.”

“Why are you like this?? What do you want?! I can go buy you chocolate if you want to, or cake, ice cream whatever you want, could you please talk to me??” He asked desperately.

You held your bowl tightly and tried to remain calm. It was only your first day of pregnancy and you were already going crazy over it. “Please stop. It’s nothing.” You tried really hard to convince him and it didn’t seem to work. His worry was growing faster than your child and his hope for you to tell him why you were acting up was really small since he knew you weren’t that easy.

The days passed by quickly and he still hoped for you to tell him your secret and it never happened. No one knew except you and your doctor and you would check each week just to make sure if the baby was still alive. Your stomach grew and it was hard to hide it, so you wore very thick sweaters. You were happy that your boyfriend ignored how big your stomach got, it seemed pretty obvious that you got fat but he didn’t care. He would keep buying you flowers, clothes, sweets and whatnot and it actually relieved you, all the stress was gone.

He was probably already use to you not answering his questions and giving him the cold shoulder.

“______…” Your boyfriend started.

“What?”

You never actually talked to him since the day you found out you were pregnant. He was upset, it was obvious, you tried hard to be a great girlfriend even if your moods would go up and down.

“I… I think that you…”

Please don’t talk about my weight, please don’t talk about my body, please… you pleaded in your mind.

“… Should become my wife…” He continues, handing you a ring.

At first you were surprised, then you were shocked. You didn’t even know what you were feeling, it was such an intense moment right now, you couldn’t even manage to say a single word. You were gasping and crying and just going through all those emotions like you usually do, but you weren’t crying of pain, you were crying of happiness.

“… Because our relationship should be serious if we’re going to have a child.” He finishes his sentence.

Your eyes widen at his words. He found out? Was it because of your body? Did he ask your doctor?

“How did you know I’m pregnant?” You asked as he inserts the ring.

“Well remember when you were giving me an attitude? I thought it was because you lost something and was very upset so I look through your things and found a positive pregnancy test. Anyways, is it a boy or a girl?” He says with a proud smile.

“When exactly did you find out???”

“A few weeks ago, I was pretty sure that was the reason why you were so mean. So? Is it a mister or a miss?” He pokes your stomach lightly.

“I wasn’t mean…” You tell him as you look down at your belly.

“You were, but it doesn’t matter because I still love you for not giving up on the child.” He kisses your forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sat there quietly. “… I was scared of what your reaction would be.”

“Why would you be scared? Did you think I would stab your stomach to kill it?”

“No! I thought you would leave me and… I…” You started to get a blurry vision.

“Why are you crying?? Oh my god, ______! Don’t cry! I would never! I would never leave you, I love you too much to do that! Don’t worry about it, everything is going to be fine, I would never, never, never, never leave you!” He caresses your cheek affectionately and gives you little kisses on every spot of your face.

unfortunately this is late since i’ve been busy with apartment searching…
I can link you to what inspired this (x)
…but I don’t know that I can explain WHY I drew this???
so uh i’m just gonna say this is actually not the strangest thing i’ve drawn but it’s probably the most OHNO if you think too hard about Moorard and Jesse Cow. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

this website is completely useless without x-kit so seriously if someone as much as say one bad word about the new x-kit people you’re gonna have to face my wrath