They are a family.
They said so themselves.
Yongguk and Himchan, who call the young ones ‘kids’ and ‘children’ (and even collectively said 'our kids’ couple of times), said so proudly
Daehyun, who tattooed BAP in his skin, said so.
Youngjae, who calls Himchan 'eomma’ on rare ocassions and kisses Zelo’s cheeks periodically’ because he can’t help himself, said so
Jongup, who everyone in BAP appreciates in terms of humor and skill despite questions, said so.
Zelo, who is practically raised by everyone and is one of the most behaved maknae ever, said so.
Babyz, those who are new and even to those who stayed, know so.
Let’s talk about a cat who spent a whole day waiting on a wall, while everyone else was celebrating, because she had heard something and she couldn’t believe it. Because people were laughing for the first time in years, and all she wanted to do was cry.
Let’s talk about a teacher who was strict and severe, but fair and caring. A woman who fought for her students until the very end, with her green robes and stern look, three silver cats flying out of her wand. And they fought for her too.
Let’s talk about Minerva McGonagall.
When Minerva McGonagall saw Harry for the first time, she didn’t see his mother living in his green eyes, like Severus would. She didn’t see James’ ghost in his shy smile, like Sirius; or a hero to be shaped by manipulative hands, like Albus. She didn’t even see an orphan, like the rest of the world did. She didn’t see the boy who lived. She just saw a boy, her student, and for her, that was enough.
Minerva McGonagall survived a war and all that came after. The funerals and the sorrow, but also the laughter that was back. She survived the ghosts and the mourning. She let her heart break over Lily’s death, her hands shaking because James would never make another joke; a sharp, disappointed pain over Sirius’ betrayal (they had been her students. They had been her children) and then she collected the pieces and moved on. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, Albus said once. And she didn’t dwell on dreams. She was stone and she would not shatter.
She survived a war, and, when she had already buried the dead and forgotten the nightmares, another one came. And she survived it too. She was a rock, and rocks may be weathered, but they don’t break.
When Fred and George Weasley abandoned the school, leaving behind a trail of cheers, admirers and laughter, and a petition (give her hell for us, Peeves), Minerva saw Umbridge’s fury and Peeves’ bow, and hid a smile in the corner of her lips. When Neville Longbottom came to her office, asking for advice, with his clumsy hands and a respectful fear in his eyes, she offered him a biscuit and some tea, and she gave him reassurance with her stern frown and her steady voice.
When Remus Lupin became the DADA teacher, she invited him to her office. She offered him biscuits too, some chocolate this time. They talked for a long time, about old times and forgotten joys, about four friends and their mischiefs and pranks. They looked back on their bets and their antics, their hopes and their dreams. They didn’t talk about death, not that evening, and the Marauders came back to life in that room, their voices rising and stealing pieces of a future they hadn’t gotten to live. They also talked about their students, homework and assignments, because they were teachers after all, and that was something worth remembering.
She gave him a knitted jumper for Christmas. He gave her a box of chocolates. Years later, she would stand by his grave and leave a single flower on it. A flower for the boy she’d known and the man he’d become. The man who was kind and quiet and healing. The man she’d like to have gotten to know better.
Albus died then, a shout and a blaze of green light. A fall, and it was all over. It felt like the end of an age. “Are the rumours true?”, she had asked, once upon a time. Now she wanted to ask Harry the same thing, trying to keep her voice from shaking, because Albus Dumbledore couldn’t be dead, could he? But then again, James and Lily couldn’t have been, either, and yet they had been, they were.
When the Second Wizarding War began, she stayed at the school. She kept teaching, because she was a teacher and she would not let them take that from her. Because her students were there, and she wouldn’t leave them alone. She wouldn’t let them die, all those brave children, if she could do something to save them. She wasn’t like Albus, who had prepared himself to sacrifize a boy in the name of the greater good. A boy’s life for the sake of the world.
After the Battle of Hogwarts, there was a destroyed castle and ashes. Minerva stumbled when she saw George’s desperation and Fred’s frozen smile. She wanted to cry when she came across Lavender’s body. She finally collapsed to her knees, when she found Colin Creevey. She had seen him this still, once before. But there were no mandrake leaves to save him, not this time. He was too young. He shouldn’t have been fighting a war, the brave and naïve boy.
Pomona Sprout kneeled next to her then, and Minerva sobbed on her shoulder.
“A boy”, she cried. “He was a boy, he was a child. Children, they were children.”
Pomona let her weep, and then she said,
“There are children here still. They are alive, and they need you, and more will come, and you’ll be there. And you’ll be fine.”
And she was right. Minerva collected the pieces once again, and she moved on. She sent a box of chocolates to Dennis Creevey, as Remus would have done, because he was so much better at being kind than her. Than any of them, really. Dennis sent her a photograph, an old picture of Albus and her, the Weasley twins laughing in the background. She met Molly Weasley for tea, and they shared anecdotes. And she went back to Hogwarts and she kept teaching, because she was a teacher before anything else. She became the new headmaster. The best one of them all.
Some years later, Neville Longbottom knocked at her door, asking for a job. She remembered all the times he had come, asking for advice with his stammering voice. She remembered the way he had led the resistance, the way he had stood up and defied the ones who had made his parents lose their minds. The way he had worked hard and stubborn, never giving up. She offered him a biscuit and some tea. She had never felt so proud.
When he left, she went through some papers. She looked up and the portrait of Albus Dumbledore winked at her. She smiled and went back to work.
When Teddy Lupin arrived at Hogwarts for the first time, expectation in his eyes and bright colours in his hair, he was nothing like the other orphan who had stared at her once upon a time, the one who had had skinny elbows and broken glasses. Teddy Lupin wasn’t looking for a family, he already had one. But, as she had done before, she saw another student, and for her, that was enough.
She was a teacher. Students were her children. And she was their rock.
So @packratofdenialism gave me this idea for a fanfic where Meredith lives and she and Yondu coparent Peter. This happens in my head because Yondu got suspicious when Ego told him to pick another kid up “in about a year” and investigated and decided to help Meredith out as a way of dealing with the guilt he feels since he’s come to the conclusion Ego’s done something awful to the other kids he’s brought him. Here’s a scene from before Yondu and Meredith go to the Collector for a potential fix as their last idea. They’re waiting in a bar for the Collector to send for them, and Meredith ends up making Yondu come clean as to what he thinks is really going on (he initially lied to get her and Peter to come with him by pretending Ego sent him).
“If this doesn’t work though…you’ll still take
Peter to his father, right?” Meredith asked.
Yondu went still.
“Yondu?” she asked. “You’ll promise me, won’t
you? That you’ll take him home?”
“…Can’t promise you that, Meredith,” he said
“What?” she asked.
“I can’t,” he said stiffly. “Can’t promise
you…because I won’t do it.”
“Why the hell not?” she demanded, leaping to
her feet. Her world spun instantly and Yondu grabbed her before she hit the
floor. “I thought you wanted to help us!”
helping you!” Yondu said. “And I won’t be helping him if I take him there!”
“Why?” she yelled.
“Cause none of the others ever came back!” he
“…Others?” she asked as Yondu slowly sat her
back down on the stool. “What others?”
“His other kids,” Yondu said. “I…I took Ego
his other kids. No one ever saw them again.”
“He….had other kids…” Meredith said. She felt
very cold all of the sudden as things started make some sort of terrible sense. Why Yondu was so cagey about why “Ego sent him” to pick her up and try to find her help. Why the Ravagers crew clearly hadn’t had a clue of where to start looking for how to deal with a tumor. The oddness of the tumor being so hard to operate on even for more advanced species…
“Yeah. I didn’t tell you cause you wouldn’t
have let me help,” Yondu said. “But…you’re not special, Meredith. He’s done
this before. It’s not that he couldn’t bear to watch you die. It’s that he told
me to wait until you did die to get
your boy and bring him to Ego.”
Meredith took a deep breath as she tried to
understand what the hell she was being told. She’d known something was up with
Yondu’s original story for a while now, but for it to be that…
“That’s what all the whispering was, then?”
she asked. “All those times you stopped talking when Peter or I came over?”
“Some of the crew figured you weren’t really
cargo. ‘S why I made you quartermaster. Shut up the whiners if you were puling
your weight,” he said.
“And what happened if I was cured and demanded
to go see Ego?” she asked.
“…Honestly I was going to let Horuz handle it.
He likes being an ass so he could have broke it hard and not minded the
fallout,” Yondu said. “I’ll admit, was not
looking forward to Peter crying. Makes a chest twist up when he starts
whimpering like that…”
“You think the tumor’s weird.”
She wasn’t entirely sure why she said it, why
she remembered him saying that.
Yondu nodded slowly, “Yeah. We’ve been told
that. Remember, you thought it was just, uh, intimate exposure to…”
“No. No you think…you think more,” she said.
“You don’t think it was an accident, do you?”
Yondu cringed a bit under her gaze. She was
right. He’d put a lot more thought into this than just a favor to a dying
woman. He’d thought of the why as more than some accident. He just hadn’t said
think he did it on purpose,” Meredith said slowly.
“I don’t know what-”
“I didn’t say you knew, I said it’s what you
think,” Meredith corrected, cutting Yondu off. “That’s what youthink
Yondu sighed, “I know he knew about it. And I
know he told me to get ready to pick Peter up when you died, which he had a
pretty good timescale for, despite never seeing the boy alive meaning he’d bene
gone for over six years. And I know every kid I ever brought him was never seen
again and he didn’t seem to give a damn about any of their other parents.”
Meredith let that digest. It made terrible
sense. Ma had been right all along. Just a fling for a guy using her who left
her with a kid.
Oh god what was that thing he’d planted on
earth? She’d have to send a call home over it, tell them to get…oh who did you
even call to deal with that shit?
“How many did you bring him?” Meredith asked,
trying to focus on the issue at hand, on verifying what Yond was saying now
when he’d lied at the start.
“’Bout a dozen,” Yondu said, staring at the
bar top. “Wasn’t counting really; I was greedy and I admit it. They were his
kids, he said pickup for pay so I picked up. Don’t know if he had anyone else
doing it. Probably did. If I got suspicious enough to stop others probably did
too and I was just the next he asked. Guy’s been around a long time.”
“And you never heard from them again?”
“Not even the ones I suggested should call if
they needed anything,” Yondu said. “Last one…last one I was going to turn down.
She was young. Younger than Quill.”
Meredith bristled at that. “Chronologically or
“Both,” Yondu said. “But the crew needed money
and Ego could make gems so I caved. Not proud of it. Gave the kid a com, told
her to call me if she got scared, or in a year if it went well. An anniversary
call. Said I’d give a present if she did.”
“She never called.”
“Nope. Would have been three days before he
called me about you,” Yondu said. “I don’t know what he’s doing to his kids,
Meredith, but it ain’t good. I have my way? I never take that boy of yours near
“So you know he’s collecting his children who
are never heard from again…and you think he was going to kill me…why?” Meredith
asked. “Why not just have you take Peter?”
“Maybe he figured, boy has your genes, he’ll
make his way back to you before I get him to Ego,” Yondu said. “But he won’t do
that if you’re not there.”
“Jackass,” Meredith muttered. “…Him, not you.”
“Nah, I’m a jackass. Took all those others to
him, didn’t I?” Yondu asked.
“Wish you hadn’t?” Meredith asked.
Yondu “mm’d” in a manner she took to mean
“That’s why you helped, isn’t it?” she asked.
“You felt guilty.”
“S’ not really guilt in your case,” Yondu said. “Didn’t have a thing to do with
you or your boy.”
“But you had ‘a thing to do with’ around a
dozen of Peter’s…siblings,” Meredith said. “With Ego’s other children. You
wanted to keep Peter safe, didn’t you?”
Yondu huffed, “Maybe I just wanted to piss the
jackass off by keeping Peter from him.”
“You didn’t need me alive for that,” Meredith
“…Was lousy. What he was trying to pull with
you,” Yondu said. “Was crap.”
“Think he did that to any of the
other…parents?” Meredith asked.
“Don’t know. He didn’t give me timescales for
them,” Yondu said. “Just said to pick up one of his kids. Just did it. Never
asked. I was a fool who never asked.”
“Yeah, well,” Meredith sighed. “I was a fool
who fell for a spaceman. So we’re both fools.”
That’s part of what’s written so far! Hope everyone likes it!
Dude the mom blackhat hc's are freaking awesome especially the PTA one, so I'm wondering what he would do if he was chaperoning a school field trip, like taking the kids to a zoo or a museum 😊
((So just for the record, I’m gonna try to go through my entire askbox now that finals are over, answering the pre-hiatus ones first. (Thank you for your patience.) on the other hand I’m gonna be stuck on mobile for about a week so please bear with me on any weird formatting or typos. It’s good to be back.))
“What do you mean you need another chaperone?!?” “Boss please Joey’s mom got sick at the last moment and there aren’t any other volunteers!” “FUCK that, I’m not spending my one chance to have the house to myself on a bus with disgusting children.”
“………Boss did I mention that we’re going to a museum”
“FLUG GET MY RANSACKING-SACK, WE’RE GOING LOOTING.”
congrats flug. on one hand, now the entire class gets to go to the museum. on the other hand, BH is going to pull a heist
BH shows up in his civilian dad disguise and forces himself through gross pleasantries with the other parents
“Why yes, Karen, this is a new hat. Thank you for noticing. No Louise, I’ll be happy to take your shift during lunch. It’s not a problem.” (really, it isnt. he has clones ready for this shit)
“…..helen.” “Mr. Trueba. How, lovely, to see you.” “Really, the honor is mine. It must have taken quite the necromancer to get you out of the crypt this morning.”
It’s honestly impressive how BH manages to not kill anyone on the bus ride there. especially when Dementia started singing “The Wheels On the Bus”
They get to the museum in one piece somehow and BH promptly tries to fuck off to do reconnaissance but. Nope. Apparently he has a group of children to lead. Fuck.
“Alright kids on your left you can see whatever the fuck this piece of shit is supposed to be. And on your left there’s a statue; that’s pretty cool I guess.”
“People actually PAY for this shit?? –Flug I have an idea holy fuck” “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna say ev–” “EVIL PAINTINGS!!” “…”
Dementia is literally wearing a child leash so that she doesn’t go run around breaking the expensive things in this museum. 5.0.5 is the one holding the leash. He’s a registered “therapy dog.” Dementia is holding 5.0.5’s leash. Symbiosis at its finest.
BH sneaks away during lunch, when he promptly makes use of all the intel he’s gained on the museum’s security systems, and casually steals half the art gallery.
He stores all the stolen art in his pocket’s pocket dimension. Gotta love using the void as a purse.
so the museum trip goes pretty well, all things considered. It’s the Zoo Incident that’s a disaster.
It starts off fine enough; 5.0.5 has a lovely time at the butterfly garden and Demencia has looted the gift shop.
BH spends a very long time staring at the squid and octopus exhibits with an odd expression on his face
But everything goes to shit once they get to the tiger exhibit. BH has been so well-behaved, he can’t just leave without having caused some mayhem. He has a reputation to uphold.
The victim he chooses is some student who has been tapping on the glass of the various enclosures since the start of the trip. BH can appreciate a good rule-breaker, but not a fucking annoying one. And little Sammy or whoever the fuck is taking the cake.
So, he does what any respectable person would do. One minute the kid’s yelling for the tiger to “stop being boring and come out of it’s den already”, the next moment he realizes he’s in the exhibit
BH (and the other students) laugh and watch him run around in circles from an excited-looking tiger. The security team get there before anything can happen, unfortunately. BH and the children collectively groan.
He gets yelled at later by Helen for “letting a kid get stuck in the tiger cage” but counters that with his own yell about how “a piece of shit brat like that deserved a smaller cage with more tigers.”
Needless to say, he’s banned from chaperoning. That’s fine. (It was his plan all along). Still, might as well pull one final trick for his last hurrah.
As the students make their way back to the busses, BH casually snaps his fingers. On cue, every single lock on the animal enclosures open at once.
“What was that?” “Oh, nothing. Probably. Let’s just get onto the bus. Now.”
- if you cannot handle and accept having a child who will reject your religious beliefs, do not have a child.
- if you cannot handle and accept having a gay child, do not have a child.
- if you cannot handle and accept having a transgender child, do not have a child.
- if you cannot handle and accept having a child with physical or intellectual disabilities, do not have a child.
- if you cannot handle and accept having a child who is fat, do not have a child.
- if you cannot handle and accept having a child who is neuroatypical, do not have a child.
- if you cannot handle and accept having a child whose appearance is not what you expected (recessive genes and parental secrets are real), do not have a child.
Altogether too many people seem to be laboring under the staggeringly false belief that children are not autonomous human beings of complete intrinsic value regardless of whether they match parental life fantasies. Nothing is promised to you. Nothing is owed to you. If you can’t commit yourself to understanding and accepting that before you even begin to think about children, don’t have children. Get a pet. Collect dolls. Find a hobby. You aren’t prepared for the extreme challenge and extraordinary blessing of parenting.
Play classical music in the background and thrust in your face as Chanyeol does chogiwa adlibs
Kick your door open and scream until you wake up
Jackson screams "dab of the morning to ya" as the 7 members come in with a naenae whip and dab medley
Min Yoongi rubs his freshly shaved legs against your skin and whispers bultaoreune in your ear then the rest of the group comes in doing the running man challange accompanied with Jhope's screaming
start dancing ring ding dong on your bed
GD does an r&b rendition of fantastic baby while Taeyang strips on your floor
body rolls to your room until u can hear Jooheon's screaming
*Mark plays the 10h ver of that's a long ass ride*
Mingyu sneezes on his hand and rubs it on your face
Ryeowook starts ranting about how much he hates Siwon until u get up
Zelo grinds on your floor as Daehyun screams high notes all over your room until yongguk comes to collect his children
Neck chops you to death
Junhoe screams at you to get your rasty ass from bed as the rest jump on your bed and break it
In a world dominated by violent and passive-aggressive men, and by male institutions dispensing violence, it is extraordinary to note how often women are represented as the perpetrators of violence, most of all when we are simply fighting in self-defense or for our children, or when we collectively attempt to change the institutions that are making war on us and on our children. In reality, the feminist movement could be said to be trying to visualize and make way for a world in which abortion would not be necessary; a world free from poverty and rape, in which young girls would grow up with intelligent regard for and knowledge of their bodies and respect for their minds, in which the socialization of women into heterosexual romance and marriage would no longer be the primary lesson of culture; in which single women could raise children with a less crushing cost to themselves, in which female creativity might or might not choose to express itself in motherhood. Yet, when radical feminists and lesbian/feminists begin to speak of such a world, when we begin to sketch the conditions of a life we have collectively envisioned, the first charge we are likely to hear is a charge of violence: that we are “man-haters.
I was wondering what your opinion on the whole gal gadot / Wonder Woman debate is? you totally don't have to answer I was just curious since you're Israeli, and I'm ignorant when it comes to that topic tbh, so I don't know which side to believe
it’s complicated. there are two main issues i’m aware of, and i’m gonna try to reply to both of them:
1. gal having served in the idf - this is the one that’s the easiest to reply to. military service is mandatory in israel (there are very few exceptions - for instance, arab israelis don’t have to serve, and people with medical/mental disabilities don’t either - which is why i didn’t/don’t serve but do national service instead - but many people volunteer to serve anyway). the overwhelming majority of people who serve in the army don’t do anything that involves shooting at people. most of it is boring administrative work (israeli movie zero motivation illustrates that very accurately). gal was never involved in any fighting, she served because that’s the law here.
2. gal being proud and supportive of idf - that’s the one that’s the most controversial. and the hardest to explain. since military service is mandatory by law here, over the years it became a huge HUGE social taboo thing to speak against idf - because everyone’s served there, everyone’s family members and friends did, there’s this whole “these soldiers are our collective children” mentality going on in the israeli society. that’s why issues like the elor azaria incident cause such a HUGE, massive, seriously unexplainable rift/aggressive and passionate discussion in the israeli society - with the words “elor is everyone’s kid” being thrown around often. and outsiders have a really hard time understanding this because most countries don’t have mandatory service. i imagine when most of you imagine soldiers you imagine some egotistical jocks hell bent on showing the world how manly they are, or some shit. in israel, the word “soldier” is associated with 18 year old boys and girls, fresh out of high school, thrown into a never ending war because it’s the civil duty to do so. and that mentality is as deeply ingrained in gal as it is in most israelis. when she said she supports idf, i’m nearly 100% certain that what she had in mind is those 18 year olds who are everyone’s children. not some adrenaline junkies who want to shoot up people, which is again is what i imagine soldiers are perceived as in other countries.
as for my personal viewpoint? idf does shitty things. idf killed many, many innocent civilians. still does. i’m on the “elor azaria is a murderer” side of that specific issue. my opinions are highly unpopular in the current social climate in israel, but they are what they are and i stand by them. BUT. my highschool friends all went to the military (most still haven’t finished their service). my brother is in the military still, he’s doing an extended program which involves academic studies - he basically does HR/social work. none of them have ever killed anyone. they’re just doing their civil duty, because they have to by law. ALSO. the internet - and specifically, the social justice part of it - is super, super, SUPER biased against israel. because palestinians have harnessed one power they have and are using it to max effect - social media. and god knows israel’s dumb military leaders have given them TONS of ammunition against israel in the form of unnecessary civil killings and destruction. there’s nothing more powerful than that to turn the international opinion against israel. and that indeed happened. and honestly? quite rightfully so. our leadership is crap, talk of peace have felt hollow for years, they’re trying to maintain a status quo that is only dragging all of us further down into conflict hell. and one of the people who get hurt the most from that are idf soldiers who, by law, have to follow those stupid political decisions and pay the price. and thus “outsiders” attack israeli soldiers and citizens instead of our catastrophic military and political “leadership”. and thus people turn their eyes away from the crimes the palestinians do in this conflict, since they’re the underdogs.
so i’m gonna try to tl;dr that gal doesn’t actively or knowingly support the wrongdoings that the palestinians are going through by expressing her support of idf. she just supports israeli youth, who’s going through some hard shit. who have to spend days and nights away from home, and whose families miss and worry sick about. that’s 99% of what idf means to israeli people. that’s the mental conditioning in the israeli society. and it’s hard to explain to outsiders.
Harry’s ‘mixed (and often questionable) bag’ of parental figures he’d do his
best to make sure no one else went through that.
He’d be a wonderful
mess of all the best people he knew.
loving and understanding like Remus. He’d try and be cool like Sirius. He’d be
great with little kids and make crazy stories or play horse or imagination for
hours. He’d know when it was time to just call down his kids and give them a
handful of biscuits and some tea and cuddle up with a blanket-a wonderful idea
he adapted from Minerva. When Ginny started teaching James how to fly a broom Harry was cheer leading with Lily and Albus from the bottom of the garden.
He wouldn’t want Andromeda to raise him? like she’s cool and all but that’s his
god-son, and god-sons are something special. He’s not going to let anything come
between him and his god-son. he’d be like collecting children left and right
age of about 7 every child related to the Weasley’s just kinda assumed all the
adults were their parents because they spent so much time at each other’s
Summary: After Link’s and Sidon’s engagement is announced, Muzu poses a question to the Zora Prince: why him? why chose Link over all the other potential mates? The question appears easy enough to answer at first, but it is it truly something he can coherently explain?
A/N: Written for @sidlinkweek! Specifically for day one’s prompt, Blessings, which I realize has passed but better late than never so! Ye
Bruce Wayne probably has like 20 pictures of all
of his kids in his wallet. He probably had to buy a bigger wallet every time he
acquired a new child (yes acquired, I feel like he doesn’t adopt children, he
just collects them)
Bruce will also show anyone who is around the
pictures of his kids. He has shown everyone these pictures. Of course he has
two wallets, one of all of the kids in their superhero uniforms, and another
with all of them in civilian clothes.
Cass like to video tape the boys doing stupid
things. Once all four of them tried to hang from the chandelier, of course it
fell. The last shot in the video is just a zoom in of Alfred looking
Dick tries to do the Mannequin Challenge in the
Watchtower. Superman is unaware that they are doing this and he panics when he
sees everyone frozen. Eventually they all start moving again, Clark cries in
The Batboys like to do the “Andy’s Coming!”
challenge. Tim yelled it once at Jason, who wasn’t paying attention, and when
he fell he ended up falling down the stairs. Damian wouldn’t stop laughing at
him all day.
Whenever one of the boys is sick Bruce will sick
Steph and Cass on them. Steph will make them soup, and give them medicine, and
try to make them laugh. Cass will quietly stand behind Steph and glare, the
boys are all scared of Cass so they usually do whatever Steph wants.
At least once a day someone will break something
in the Manor. Most of the time it is something small, like a vase or a window.
Other times, usually when all four of the boys are together, they will break
something huge, like a chandelier or that one memorable time when they blew up
There is a video up online of the boys trying to
give Titus a bath. The video is, of course, filmed by Cass, and it shows the
boys running through the Manor after a soapy dog. Titus tries to run down the
stairs and he slips when he tries to turn a corner. The video shows Alfred
calmly opening the front door and Titus along with three of the boys all go
sliding out the front door.
Jason won’t make a sound when he gets a serious
injury. No one knew that he had been shot in a fight with the Black Mask until
after he was back in the Cave. But when he stubs his toes, he acts like the
biggest baby in the world. He will curse up a damn storm whenever he stubs his
toe, or when runs into a wall.
One time Damian smashed Tim coffee maker in
order to get back him for Tim making Damian run into a saran wrapped door way.
Tim cried when he walked in the next morning and seen the corpse of his beloved
coffee make. Damian was a little taken aback at how strongly Tim reacted to
seeing his coffee maker smashed.
Damian ended up replacing the coffee maker later
that day. Alfred had insisted that he do it. (Damian had planned on replacing
it anyway. Tim might not be his favorite brother, but he never wanted to see the
older boy cry again)
Dick likes to jump on other people’s backs and
make them give him piggy back rides. He does this to Bruce, Jason, and Clark
the most. One time Diana even let him cling to her back while she walked around
the Watchtower. When he was younger he would cling to Alfred’s back and Alfred
would calmly want around the Manor with the sleepy 8 year old clinging to him.
UGH! No! In what world do you think he’s going to say yes? He’ll probably laugh at you. You’ll be embarrassed for the rest of your life!
Since when have you ever had any shame Y/N?! Just ask! Jesus Christ! It’s not that difficult just do it!
“Are you alright?” Yoongi perks his head up from the couch, watching as you’re deliriously shaking your head at nothing. You sigh, one huge long breath that takes up twenty seconds before you slowly turn to him.
(I have so much respect for them it’s not even funny, every time someone asks me how/why I started writing I tell them a super exciting story about three brilliant writers and if you read their work, you will be BLESSED and inspired its like MAGIC)
Prompt(s): ghibli, runaway
there was only one thing in my heart while writing this and that was Kamisama Hajimemashita :((
She was a terrible person, she was sure of it.
Sakura pulled her knees in tighter, trying to merge with the rough bark of the tree that sheltered her from the rain. Her eyes were wet, not from the raindrops but from the guilt of what she had done.
A tiny part of her told her she hadn’t had a choice, that Ino would be out of there soon enough and Ino was the one who told her to run. Her fingers curled around a broken arrow. It was better than nothing.
I collect memories like children collect stamps.
I keep them all in a box in my head.
Every once in a while, when I feel down and low, or just in the mood for a smile, I sneakily pull out the key
And watch with astounding marvel,
To see the memories opening up like chits of folded paper
One by one, those memories play like a film in my head
Many a times taking me off to unknown paths, to remember each and every detail
Hours later, when I’ve finally reminisced,
When I’m on an emotional high,
I close the box with utter dismay.
Hoping that the next adventure gets me more memories to collect,
Hoping that the next time the memories unveil themselves with the same charm
Hoping that I live another beautiful day
With beautiful people around me,
To give me a boxful of memories again.
Until then, I close the box,
I close my eyes,
To wake up to another adventure
Waiting for many surprises with the coming sunrise.
Kensington Row’s manicured lawns, clipped trees and burbling fountains are a haven from the rumbling traffic of two busy London thoroughfares, and its spacious, air-conditioned foyers a relief from June’s oppressive heatwave.
Four unfinished blocks house the 68 flats purchased by the Corporation of London for families who lost their homes in Grenfell Tower. Workmen had been instructed not to talk to the media, but one said there was now a rush to complete the building work. “It’s a brilliant idea,” he said of the resettlement plan.
Among those exercising dogs and small children, the views were more mixed. “It’s so unfair,” said Maria, who was reading the news in the Evening Standard with two neighbours.
She bought her flat two years ago for a sum she was unwilling to disclose. “We paid a lot of money to live here, and we worked hard for it. Now these people are going to come along, and they won’t even be paying the service charge.”
Nick, who pays £2,500 a month rent for a one-bedroom flat in the complex, also expressed doubts about the plan. “Who are the real tenants of Grenfell Tower?” he asked. “It seems as though a lot of flats there were sublet. Now the people whose names are on the tenancies will get rehoused here, and then they’ll rent the flats out on the private market. And the people who were actually living unofficially in the tower at the time of the fire won’t get rehoused.
“I’m very sad that people have lost their homes, but there are a lot of people here who have bought flats and will now see the values drop. It will degrade things. And it opens up a can of worms in the housing market.”
AJ, who moved into his £2,500-per-month one bedroom flat less than two months ago, said he was neutral about the plan. “I’m Switzerland,” he announced while walking Enzo, his chow chow.
“I love it here. There are great facilities – a pool, cinema, gym, spa. Porters are on duty 24 hours a day. It’s well built and well maintained. The other day I had a problem with the air conditioning and it was fixed in half an hour.”
He had been horrified at the fire. “It was dreadful, I had friends living there. We gave stuff, and went up and helped for a couple days last week. In my eyes everyone should be equal.”
Waiting to collect children outside the Kensington primary academy, Jaime Paul thought the plan to rehouse Grenfell Tower residents in the complex was a good thing.
“These flats are being wasted. There are so many empty ones,” she said. “People who are worried about the values of their homes are just being selfish.”
In the complex’s marketing suite, a smartly dressed saleswoman declined to give details about the announcement or the facilities available to residents. A concierge directed the Guardian to the complex manager, who insisted the flats where Grenfell Tower residents would be housed were under separate management, although built and owned by the same developers.
Edmond, an Albanian worker who lays parquet floors in the apartments, said the Grenfell Tower rehousing plan would never come to pass. “It’s not going to happen, trust me. Go and have a look at the cars down there,” he said, gesturing at the underground car park as a black Jaguar with a personalised numberplate purred down the ramp to the remote-controlled gates.
“You can write what you like, but trust me, money rules the world. People like me are going to live here? Never.”