[Damian has been in the house for almost two weeks. Tim is still suspicious. Bruce just wants his family to get along for five minutes]
Bruce(In the doorway of Tim’s room):Why are you being like this, Tim? How can you feel so threatened by a little boy? Do you really think our family is so fragile that it’ll break apart over a new member?
Tim(Pausing in the midst of typing an essay):No, it’s not that. You have no idea if he’s telling the truth. Why are you so willing to just let him in? Have you forgotten how many people want you dead? The kid was sent here by Talia al Ghul, for God’s sake- I can just tell that he’s hiding something, and if you end up dead I’d blame myself for not doing something about it.
Bruce:Tim, at some point this crosses the line from ‘cautious’ into 'paranoia’.
[Tim snorts and resumes typing, shaking his head. Bruce ignores him.]
Bruce:I checked his luggage myself. He didn’t have any weapons with him.
Tim(Rolling his eyes):As if we don’t have weapons around the house. Besides, he’s too normal to be your son. There would have to be something messed up about him.
Tim(Finally looking up from his computer):You know it’s true! Be honest with yourself- what did you think your kid would be like?
[Bruce takes a moment to consider this and is suddenly very tired.]
Bruce(Sighing):…He would have two heads.
Tim(Disapprovingly):Don’t try to be funny. This is serious. He would have at least three.
“Amethyst, I had the best idea for a new morp,” Peridot spoke with excitement. “Steven taught me about fireflies and I thought that I could incorporate them into it. Wouldn’t that be cool?”
“Um,” Amethyst weighed spoiling Peridot’s excitement. “Per, fireflies don’t really last long. After a day or two you’ll end up with a piece of art full of dead bugs.”
Peridot had a puzzled expression. “Even if I poke air holes?”
“Oh.” Peridot frowned. “Guess that’s out the window.”
A strong hand clasped on Peridot’s shoulder, Amethyst smiled. “That doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy them. You just gotta do it out in nature. Or if you do catch some release them before they die.”
A small smile reached Peridot’s lips. “True.”
The pair walked and talked until they reached their destination, a hill overlooking a field full of fireflies. Their lights danced in the darkness carrying on a conversation neither Gem can understand.
“You know, maybe it is best I don’t use them in a morp,” Peridot said watching the display. “This is amazing.”
Amethyst wrapped her arm around Peridot’s shoulders. “Yeah, it kind of is.”
alright let’s go about daddy!michael trying to dye his son’s hair for the first time. like he’d be so flustered and panicked because he knew how pissed you were going to be, but he couldn’t say no to his little man begging him to have the same color hair as his daddy. so here he sat, in the bathroom, staring at his son’s half dyed hair. once michael heard the door open, he knew he was dead. you called out and ended up finding them in the bathroom, dye every where. a blushing, frustrated michael would groan and prepare for you to lose you mind. instead, you giggled. “what happened here?” you’d tease. “he just wanted to look like me… he guilt me into it.” michael would whine as your son would be smiling. shaking your head, you’d finish up dyeing your son’s hair, with michael slouched against the wall. finally, your son was ready for bed with his newly dyed hair. michael would smile so widely and wrap his arms around your waist and go on and on about how you were the best mother and wife in the world. you’d laugh and tell him he wasn’t out of trouble yet. and he’d raise his eyebrows with the biggest smirk. “maybe i need to remind you who’s really in charge, baby girl,” he’d purr into your ear, carrying you to the bedroom to fulfill his second daddy role ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
❛ seriously, kid: beat it. i don’t care what the stupid dragon promised you; i don’t do babysitting. don’t you have a family to get to? even if they’re all DEAD, i’m still not taking care of some brat. ❜ //@surnukehaliked the starter call.
«The lockpick slipped, undoing Rose’s work. “Shit, shit, shit,” she mumbled. “You got a better plan?”
“Indeed.” [John] yanked her to her feet and grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding her lockpick. “Run!”
“This is not a plan,” Rose argued as they shot down the corridor, leading him through a complicated series of turns in an attempt to lose their pursuers and get closer to a viable exit.
“Running is always a plan. Works for me brilliantly most of the time.”
“Oh good,” she quipped, pulling him to the right. “We are not making my comment about you running out of lives while working with me come true. This is a terrible plan.”
“Don’t want to become a prophetess?”
“Prophetesses usually end up dead if you haven’t noticed.” she said, breath starting to come faster. “So, no, ta, not the career path for me. Even though it turns out I was right about me losing my heels and us running for our lives in a weapons cache with no backup.”
“You’re really hating being right right about now, aren’t you?” he asked.
“You are having entirely too much fun.”
“And you’re not?”
“No. We’re being chased by people with guns.”
“Ideal date night, remember?”
John pulled them to a stop, stepping into an alcove set into the wall. “We lost them about six turns ago. Now, admit it. I know you’re having at least a bit of fun.”
Rose rolled her eyes, exasperated smile gracing her face for a moment. “This is not the time to have this conversation, Doctor.”»
“Ah, you worry too much, you know.” Domhnall said, gathering several flowers in his hands as he began to fold them together into some sort of headware. Of course, he hadn’t done this for a very long time, but, it was something to do at least. The good thing about such cold weather is that those flowers that did grow were hearty and long living, and wouldn’t wilt for at least a long while.
“You’re too much of a fighter, honestly. All that rage within you is going to end up with you dead, though, at this point, i’m wondering if that’s your goal.” the man mumbled, flipping over the crown as he seemed to be tightening some weave. “Quests for revenge are so foolish.”
I feel so horrible because this girl and I started going out on dates and we've gone on quite a few and I haven't developed a romantic attraction yet (idk if i even will i've never been in a relationship) but I heard from friends that apparently she like really likes me and I feel really selfish about the whole thing. So I'm no sure if I stay in the relationship longer to see if I develop feelings or leave now before things get to serious? I'm just feeling really lost and mean
I would end it now. trust me, if you get any more involved she will be very very upset when you end the relationship and it would be better to stop while you’re ahead bc if you don’t develop feelings you’re not gonna wanna break up with her and she doesn’t want to be broken up with and it gets more complicated and you end up in a dead end relationship