i don't know what i'm doing but i'm doing it in london

Matthew Daddario Quotes Pt. 2
  • "Is my butt my pumpkin?"
  • "Handing out side-eye like gravity pulls left."
  • "Go kiss a train!"
  • "Can I book this lady for my next birthday?"
  • "Punching isn't solving problems as much as usual."
  • "It's nice when you haven't read a book in ten years so you forget most of it and it's like reading it anew."
  • "Man, that was a sweaty, shirtless day."
  • "I'm not resisting this?"
  • "Vampires are cats?"
  • "Sometimes I write out the description of the face."
  • "Mmm-mm, PHOTOSYNTHESIS!"
  • "You guys keep calling me a dork. Kind of a bummer."
  • "Like with the VROOM thing?"
  • "What if they don't like the same food as me? I can't handle that kind of let down."
  • "Plants are green sometimes."
  • "Oh, that's inappropriate!"
  • "They always open their mouths and they do this, 'Don't bother me!'"
  • "I get to travel more and learn about plants."
  • "If anyone reads this, don't curse. It's bad, and if you all start doing it all the time it won't be as fun when I do it."
  • "Still at home, making pickles."
  • "It helps if you imagine all the pigeons coo'ing at you and they just don't annunciate the 'L'."
  • "I just really want them to find Genghis Khan's tomb this year."
  • "Just chop the hand off to stop the spread."
  • "I'm sure many people have asked themselves that question when they were about 12 and thought 'Oh, what a great thought that was' and I just said it when I'm 29."
  • "They're definitely going at it head first."
  • "Tall guy and little dude need a cop show spin-off."
  • "I'm gonna press the button. Here we go. That's not a button."
  • "This is so deranged! What a sick thing."
  • "I'm a little more professional. I don't giggle when someone says something funny."
  • "Why do people play this game?"
  • "This has been a stressful experience."
  • "I must be really into burning the roof of my mouth when I eat pizza because I never. Freaking. Learn."
  • "Makes me wanna go to sleep."
  • "I don't understand what that sentence means."
  • "Is an eggplant really a plant? Has it in its name, but it's not an egg."
  • "So many lame puns to write, so many buns to touch."
  • "I was allowed to curse there."
  • "Hot sauce in my bag at all times. Always have hot sauce."
  • "I don't know the Pokemon situation. I'm not gonna lie."
  • "This is a morbid question."
  • "That's some information about plants."
  • "My mom is more impressive than your mom. That's truth."
  • "Yo, tall guy, you gonna use your words this episode to solve problems? Improve relationships?"
  • "This feels like a very personal question, BuzzFeed. I am tempted to make something up."
  • "Honestly, city people! Am I right?"
  • "My friend would punch me in the face."
  • "This is the plus happiness rune."
  • "I'm pressing the button! Beep!"
  • "I'm not gonna take off my shirt. Come on."
  • "Just threw so much shade that she's gonna have to take vitamin D supplements for life."
  • "Don't say inappropriate things on here. Come on, guys!"
  • "Dates are stressful. Just go home and see what happens."
  • "Literally just told you not to do that."
  • "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT DEER SOUND LIKE, LADY!"
  • "If you don't agree, whatever!"
  • "Are these pop culture references that I'm not getting?"
  • "Lucky I'm here to provide therapy."
  • "They are getting a little sweaty and enjoying themselves together."
  • "Twins are sometimes made when an egg splits, I think."
  • "I can't reblog it because it would be narcissistic."
  • "Harry and Isaiah, who are not here, which is a bummer."
  • "I can't remember my first date. I'm sure it went splendidly."
  • "He's back home in London! Home of the world's largest skillet!"
  • "Wacky antics! Misunderstandings! Sexy interlopers!"
  • "Tell me how much you loved my sleeping."
  • "Teen dot com doesn't know their internet slang like we do!"
  • "Maybe he needs more of those forced memory flashbacks. Those seem healthy."
Doctor Eggsy

Here, have 1334 words of Doctor Who AU nonsense, featuring Eggsy as the Doctor and Harry who is confused. 

For @your-eggcellency

It hurts like hell, but he knows that it’s time. This body has been wearing down and it’s time to let go now, to take a new form, to start all over again. He has done this many times, but it doesn’t make this one any better. It still hurts, the energy burning through him like wildfire.

Gingerly, he touches his face once the last bright orange sparks of the energy have left his new form. He feels younger, and his new jaw is alarmingly sharp. He heaves himself up and staggers around the console on his new and unfamiliar legs. He’s definitely shorter than he used to be. He swings the mirror around to get a good look at his new face.

‘’Who’s this pretty boy, then?’’ he asks himself and then coils back in surprise because this new body comes with a new accent. ‘’What in the…?’’

It’s unnerving – it always is – but the more he looks at his new, younger face, the more he ponders over his new South London accent, the more he starts to like them. He’s been in old bodies and younger bodies, but this? This is new and exciting in a way very few things are when you’re a thousand years old and seen entire planets born and die.

‘’Yeah,’’ he says to the empty TARDIS. ‘’Yeah, this’ll be fun.’’

He looks down on his new form, still dressed in the ill-fitting clothes of his previous self. ‘’But first, we need new threads.’’

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The Signs as Nicki Minaj Quotes
  • Aries: "You gotta be a beast. That's the only way they'll respect you"
  • Taurus: "You should never feel afraid to become a piece of art. It's exhilarating"
  • Gemini: "I can rap in a London accent, make weird faces, wear spandex, wigs, and black lipstick. I can be more creative than the average male rapper"
  • Cancer: "But there are some days that I don't want anyone to see me. I'm just a regular girl. Some days I'm super strong; some days I'm super insecure"
  • Leo: "You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer"
  • Virgo: "I've always been the type of person to make everybody happy and get things done. I want everything to be 100% perfect"
  • Libra: "You shouldn't have to dim your light to let another person shine"
  • Scorpio: "I don't need to google myself"
  • Sagittarius: "What I want the world to know about Nicki Minaj is when you hear Nicki Minaj spit, Nicki Minaj wrote it"
  • Capricorn: "You wanna know what scares people? Success. When you don’t make moves and when you don’t climb up the ladder, everybody loves you because you’re not competition"
  • Aquarius: "I don't care what anybody gotta say. I'ma do me. I'ma do me"
  • Pisces: "Maybe your weird is my normal. Who's to say?"

anonymous asked:

after following you for awhile, I REALLY want to get into B.A.P, but I'm not sure where to start?? (I'm sorry I know that doesn't make sense) Can you tell me what I should watch/read to get into them?? Sorry if that's too complicated

WELCOME TO THE FANDOM!

i’m so happy that you want to stan them jdksjkdjskjd B.A.P is truly a gem! you can start by watching all their mvs if you want!

*** if you want me to spill the tea about these Legends’ Achievements i can do it anytime ;)))

Here is a link to their vlive channel (x) or you can just download the app on your phone if you have one (watch their lives and you will get used to them and their personnalities)

You can watch their reality shows!(you’ll find all the episodes on youtube!!)

TA-DAH! It’s B.A.P (2012)

B.A.P Diary (2012)

Killing Camp (2012)

B.A.P ATTACK (2014)

B.A.P Adventures in America (2014)

B.A.P 30,000 miles on earth (SYDNEY + LONDON)

You can also watch their Weekly Idol episode! and their MV MAKINGS!!! + their After School Club Episodes


B.A.P SONGS AND MVS:

Warrior (x) + link to the full album (x)

Power (x+ link to the full album (x)

No Mercy (x) + link to the full album (x)

Stop It (x)

Rain Sound (x) One shot (x(The Most Iconic MV in kpop history when will anyone ever)  + link to the full album (x)

Coffee Shop (x) Hurricane (x) Badman (x+ link to the full album (x)

1004 (Angel) (x)  + link to the full album (x) (this album is a masterpiece, kings only)

“Where Are You? What Are You Doing?” (x)

—in 2014 a lot of injustice and shit happened to them,,, tough times—


(in 2015 BOOM BITCH THE LONG AWAITED COMEBACK HAPPENED i’m still emo) Young Wild and Free (x) + link to the full album (x)

Feel So Good (x) + link to the full album (x)

That’s My Jam (x+ link to the full album (x)

Skydive (x) (the mv is truly breathtaking as always i don’t even consider it an mv it’s a masterpiece, One Shot 2.0) + link to the full album (x) (THIS ALBUM IS A WORK OF ART)


you can also follow them on instagram!

You can listen to yongguk’s song AM 4:44 here (x) he talked about all the shit that he’s been through with TS so you have to read the lyrics (turn on the captions)!! here is Zelo’s song too (x)

i’m sure i missed a lot of things as always but i hope that this will help you a little bit!!

FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ANYTHING RELATED TO B.A.P and i’ll try to help you out!

Taming the Dragon

A/N So this is my first time writing a DC imagine or whatever. so sorry if its crappy also sorry for how ridiculously long this is.

Tagging: @royslittleharper who inspired me to write this back when she would run @batlog, also tagging @staringatademigod for inspiring me on a daily basis and lastly my friend @yoshithedrawing for being the one to read this first and the one to encourage me to actually post it.

Word count: 6,582(again sorry its so long)


Annabella​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​of​ ​coffee​ ​as​ ​she​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​process​ ​everything​ ​that​ ​has​ ​happened​ ​in​ ​the past​ ​week.​ ​She​ ​has​ ​a​ ​brother​ ​who​ ​was​ ​raised​ ​and​ ​trained​ ​by​ ​Ra's​ ​Al​ ​Ghul​ ​along​ ​with​ ​his​ ​league of​ ​assassins​ ​to​ ​become​ ​the​ ​next​ ​demon​ ​head.​ ​She​ ​was​ ​in​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​of​ ​her​ ​thought​ ​process​ ​when she​ ​heard​ ​the​ ​voice​ ​of​ ​her​ ​older​ ​brother.

“You​ ​know​ ​just​ ​because​ ​you​ ​stare​ ​at​ ​the​ ​coffee​ ​and​ ​creamer​ ​does​ ​at​ ​mean​ ​they​ ​are​ ​going​ ​to magically​ ​mix​ ​themselves.”

“Hey​ ​a​ ​girl​ ​can​ ​dream​ ​can't​ ​she?“​ ​Questioned​ ​Annabella,​ ​as​ ​she​ ​grabbed ​ ​the​ ​French​ ​Vanilla creamer​ ​and​ ​poured​ ​a​ ​heavy​ ​amount​ ​into​ ​her​ ​cup.​ ​"Sorry​ ​I'm​ ​still​ ​in​ ​the​ ​the​ ​process​ ​of​ ​rebooting.”  

“First​ ​of​ ​all​ ​you're​ ​not​ ​a​ ​cyborg​ ​and​ ​second​ ​of​ ​all​ ​I​ ​thought​ ​Tim​ ​was​ ​bad​ ​when​ ​it​ ​came​ ​to​ ​coffee.” Dick​ ​remarked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​served​ ​himself​ ​breakfast.  

“Well​ ​Dick​ ​for​ ​all​ ​we​ ​know​ ​we​ ​could​ ​be​ ​robots​ ​we​ ​just​ ​don't​ ​know​ ​it.“​ ​Said​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​she started​ ​putting​ ​several​ ​spoonfuls​ ​of​ ​sugar​ ​into​ ​her​ ​coffee.​ ​"As​ ​for​ ​the​ ​coffee​ ​you​ ​can​ ​actually​ ​blame uncle​ ​Barry​ ​for​ ​that,​ ​he's​ ​the​ ​one​ ​that​ ​adds​ ​sugar​ ​to​ ​his​ ​Tim​ ​just​ ​drinks​ ​his​ ​black.​ ​Bleh.”  

“Miss​ ​Annabella​ ​is​ ​right​ ​about​ ​the​ ​second​ ​part​ ​Master​ ​Dick​ ​since​ ​Mr.​ ​Allen​ ​was​ ​the​ ​one​ ​that​ ​gave her​ ​coffee​ ​in​ ​the​ ​first​ ​place."​ ​Said​ ​Alfred​ ​as​ ​he​ ​came​ ​by​ ​and​ ​took​ ​the​ ​sugar​ ​away. 

"Hey​ ​I​ ​wasn't​ ​finished​ ​with​ ​that."​ ​Whined​ ​Annabella,​ ​she​ ​took​ ​a​ ​cautious​ ​sip​ ​of​ ​her​ ​coffee​ ​before slightly​ ​grimacing​ ​and​ ​reached​ ​out​ ​to​ ​get​ ​the​ ​creamer​ ​again. 

"Yeah​ ​no."​ ​Said​ ​Dick​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulled​ ​the​ ​creamer​ ​away.  

"Dick​ ​unless​ ​you​ ​want​ ​me​ ​to​ ​reopen​ ​your​ ​wounds​ ​with​ ​a​ ​butter​ ​knife​ ​I​ ​suggest​ ​you​ ​give​ ​that​ ​back.” She​ ​threatened.  

“Okay​ ​how​ ​come​ ​you​ ​threaten​ ​me​ ​but​ ​not​ ​Alfred?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Dick​ ​as​ ​he​ ​handed​ ​the​ ​bottle​ ​back.  

"Simple​ ​because​ ​Alfred​ ​is​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​with​ ​the​ ​power​ ​to​ ​still​ ​ground​ ​me.​ ​Isn't​ ​that​ ​right​ ​gramps?” Stated​ ​Annabella.  

“Quite​ ​right​ ​Miss​ ​Annabella​ ​now​ ​please​ ​ease​ ​up​ ​on​ ​the​ ​creamer."​ ​Said​ ​Alfred,​ ​Annabella​ ​poured​ ​a bit​ ​more​ ​creamer​ ​before​ ​setting​ ​it​ ​down​ ​and​ ​giving​ ​Alfred​ ​a​ ​small​ ​salute.  

"Well​ ​anyways​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​cyborg​ ​thing.​ ​I​ ​think​ ​you've​ ​been​ ​spending​ ​too​ ​much​ ​time​ ​with​ ​the Question."​ ​Said​ ​Dick​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​bite​ ​of​ ​his​ ​toast.  

"Hey​ ​he​ ​was​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​who​ ​could​ ​put​ ​up​ ​with​ ​me​ ​during​ ​my​ ​why​ ​phase​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​a​ ​kid.​ ​Plus his​ ​ideas​ ​are​ ​pretty​ ​amusing​ ​at​ ​times.​ ​Oh​ ​hey​ ​by​ ​the​ ​way​ ​how's​ ​Tim​ ​doing?"​ ​Annabella​ ​took another​ ​sip​ ​of​ ​her​ ​coffee​ ​and​ ​sighed​ ​in​ ​content.  

"He's​ ​doing​ ​good​ ​he's​ ​been​ ​progressing​ ​with​ ​the​ ​team​ ​pretty​ ​well.​ ​What​ ​about​ ​Jason​ ​have​ ​you heard​ ​from​ ​him?”  

“He​ ​came​ ​by​ ​about​ ​a​ ​month​ ​ago​ ​but​ ​I​ ​wasn't​ ​here.​ ​Only​ ​way​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​he​ ​was​ ​here​ ​was​ ​because there​ ​was​ ​a​ ​new​ ​snow​ ​globe​ ​on​ ​my​ ​bed​ ​from​ ​London​ ​along​ ​with​ ​his​ ​new​ ​number.​ ​But​ ​I​ ​haven’t talked​ ​to​ ​him​ ​in​ ​a​ ​couple​ ​weeks​ ​because​ ​he​ ​took​ ​up​ ​a​ ​new​ ​job.”  

Dick​ ​nodded​ ​as​ ​he​ ​finished​ ​up​ ​his​ ​breakfast​ ​and​ ​checked​ ​his​ ​phone.  

“Okay​ ​well​ ​little​ ​bat​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​get​ ​back​ ​to​ ​Bludhaven.”  

“Okay​ ​I'll​ ​come​ ​visit​ ​you​ ​in​ ​a​ ​couple​ ​weeks.”  

Dick​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​kissed​ ​his​ ​sister​ ​on​ ​the​ ​forehead​ ​before​ ​grabbing​ ​his​ ​duffle​ ​bag​ ​near​ ​the​ ​counter.  

“Bye​ ​Alfred."​ ​Dick​ ​waved​ ​at​ ​the​ ​butler​ ​as​ ​he​ ​put​ ​his​ ​plate​ ​in​ ​the​ ​sink​ ​and​ ​walked​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​kitchen.  

"Goodbye​ ​Master​ ​Dick.​ ​Say​ ​hello​ ​to​ ​Master​ ​Tim​ ​for​ ​me."​ ​Said​ ​Alfred​ ​as​ ​he​ ​started​ ​cleaning​ ​the plate.  

"Will​ ​do!"​ ​Shouted​ ​Dick.  

Annabella​ ​was​ ​halfway​ ​through​ ​her​ ​breakfast​ ​when​ ​Bruce​ ​walked​ ​in​ ​fixing​ ​his​ ​tie​ ​and​ ​proceeding to​ ​pour​ ​himself​ ​some​ ​coffee.  

"Hey​ ​sweetie​ ​I'm​ ​going​ ​to​ ​need​ ​to​ ​run​ ​into​ ​the​ ​office​ ​for​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​can​ ​you​ ​keep​ ​an​ ​eye​ ​on​ ​Damian?” He​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​sip​ ​from​ ​his​ ​mug.  

“Sure​ ​dad.​ ​Oh​ ​and​ ​Dick​ ​left​ ​already."​ ​Said​ ​Annabella.  

"Right,​ ​and​ ​where​ ​is​ ​Damian?"​ ​He​ ​asked.  

"Last​ ​I​ ​checked​ ​Master​ ​Bruce​ ​he​ ​was​ ​in​ ​the​ ​training​ ​room.”​ ​Said​ ​Alfred.  

"Okay.​ ​You​ ​sure​ ​you​ ​can​ ​handle​ ​him​ ​sweetie?"​ ​Asked​ ​Bruce​ ​as​ ​he​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​his​ ​daughter.  

"It​ ​hurts​ ​that​ ​you​ ​doubt​ ​me​ ​dad."​ ​Annabella​ ​touched​ ​her​ ​chest​ ​in​ ​mock​ ​hurt.​ ​"Go​ ​I'll​ ​be​ ​fine.”  

“Thanks​ ​sweetie​ ​you're​ ​a​ ​lifesaver.​ ​Love​ ​you,​ ​I'll​ ​try​ ​to​ ​be​ ​out​ ​by​ ​lunch​ ​time."​ ​He​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​kissed her​ ​forehead​ ​and​ ​ruffled​ ​her​ ​hair.  

"Dad."​ ​She​ ​whined.​ ​"I​ ​just​ ​got​ ​it​ ​untangled.”  

Bruce​ ​chuckled​ ​as​ ​he​ ​watched​ ​his​ ​daughter​ ​fix​ ​her​ ​hair.​ ​He​ ​said​ ​his​ ​goodbye​ ​to​ ​Alfred​ ​and​ ​left. Shortly​ ​after​ ​Damian​ ​walking​ ​in​ ​while​ ​finishing​ ​toweling​ ​off​ ​his​ ​hair.  

“Pennyworth​ ​prepare​ ​my​ ​usual​ ​tea."​ ​Ordered​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​seat​ ​and​ ​carefully​ ​prepared​ ​his plate.  

"Well​ ​gee​ ​good​ ​morning​ ​to​ ​you​ ​too​ ​sunshine."​ ​Remarked​ ​Annabella.​ ​Damian​ ​dismissed​ ​her​ ​as​ ​he started​ ​eating​ ​his​ ​breakfast.  

Annabella​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​studying​ ​him​ ​as​ ​he​ ​ate.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​a​ ​carbon​ ​copy​ ​of​ ​their​ ​father.​ ​And like​ ​their​ ​father​ ​Annabella​ ​knew​ ​that​ ​Damian​ ​has​ ​light​ ​in​ ​him​ ​despite​ ​their​ ​dark​ ​and​ ​hard​ ​exterior.  

"Is​ ​there​ ​something​ ​you​ ​would​ ​like​ ​to​ ​say?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​finished​ ​up​ ​his​ ​breakfast.  

"Nope​ ​just​ ​get​ ​dressed​ ​and​ ​meet​ ​me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​garage."​ ​She​ ​said​ ​as​ ​she​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​put​ ​their​ ​dishes​ ​in the​ ​sink.  

"But​ ​I'm​ ​already​ ​dressed."​ ​Stated​ ​Damian.  

"Hmm."​ ​Annabella​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​what​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​was​ ​wearing.​ ​A​ ​black​ ​turtleneck​ ​and​ ​dark​ ​grey trousers.​ ​"Yeah​ ​no​ ​here​ ​put​ ​these​ ​on​ ​and​ ​meet​ ​me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​garage.​ ​You​ ​got​ ​five​ ​minutes.”  

She​ ​tossed​ ​a​ ​small​ ​grocery​ ​bag​ ​with​ ​clothes​ ​towards​ ​him,​ ​which​ ​he​ ​caught​ ​with​ ​ease​ ​and​ ​peered into​ ​the​ ​bag.  

"And​ ​why​ ​should​ ​I​ ​wear​ ​this?"​ ​He​ ​questioned.  

"Would​ ​you​ ​just​ ​hurry​ ​up​ ​and​ ​get​ ​changed.”  Damian​ ​grumbled​ ​as​ ​he​ ​walked​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​kitchen.​ ​Annabella​ ​sighed​ ​as​ ​she​ ​grabbed​ ​her​ ​key​ ​keys and​ ​shrugged​ ​her​ ​teal​ ​colored​ ​hoodie​ ​on.  

“And​ ​where​ ​will​ ​you​ ​two​ ​be​ ​going​ ​miss?"​ ​Alfred​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​finished​ ​cleaning​ ​the​ ​dishes.  

"Just​ ​going​ ​to​ ​go​ ​out​ ​and​ ​try​ ​to​ ​bond.​ ​I'll​ ​keep​ ​you​ ​updated."​ ​Replied​ ​Annabella​ ​with​ ​a​ ​small​ ​smile. She​ ​waved​ ​at​ ​the​ ​butler​ ​as​​ ​walked​ ​towards​ ​the​ ​garage.  

Annabella​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​watch​ ​as​ ​she​ ​waited​ ​in​ ​her​ ​yellow​ ​beetle.​ ​Just​ ​then​ ​the​ ​passenger​ ​door opened​ ​and​ ​Damian​ ​slid​ ​in.  

"Almost​ ​thought​ ​you​ ​weren't​ ​going​ ​to​ ​show​ ​up."​ ​Said​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​she​ ​stared​ ​up​ ​the​ ​car.  

"I​ ​have​ ​a​ ​feeling​ ​I​ ​had​ ​no​ ​choice​ ​on​ ​the​ ​matter."​ ​Replied​ ​Damian.  

"Well​ ​I​ ​mean​ ​you​ ​could​ ​have​ ​said​ ​no​ ​but​ ​that​ ​would​ ​have​ ​to​ ​result​ ​in​ ​us​ ​staying​ ​at​ ​home​ ​and​ ​really where's​ ​the​ ​fun​ ​in​ ​that?​ ​Plus​ ​you​ ​look​ ​like​ ​you​ ​could​ ​use​ ​a​ ​day​ ​out.”  

“And​ ​where​ ​exactly​ ​are​ ​we​ ​going?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​stared​ ​out​ ​the​ ​window.  

"Somewhere​ ​we​ ​can​ ​try​ ​to​ ​bond​ ​you​ ​are​ ​after​ ​all​ ​my​ ​baby​ ​brother."​ ​Annabella​ ​simply​ ​stated.  

"Half-brother."​ ​Damian​ ​mumbled.  

"Hey​ ​blood,​ ​no​ ​blood,​ ​or​ ​even​ ​half-blood​ ​you​ ​are​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​whether​ ​you​ ​like​ ​it​ ​or​ ​not."​ ​Annabella took​ ​a​ ​deep​ ​breath.​ ​Nope​ ​no​ ​she​ ​was​ ​not​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​in​ ​a​ ​fight​ ​with​ ​him.​ ​"The​ ​clothes​ ​seem​ ​to​ ​fit you​ ​pretty​ ​well.”  

“Yes​ ​they​ ​do.​ ​How​ ​did​ ​you​ ​manage​ ​to​ ​get​ ​clothes​ ​for​ ​me​ ​so​ ​soon?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he looked​ ​at​ ​the​ ​light​ ​green​ ​hoodie​ ​and​ ​blue​ ​jeans.  

"Actually​ ​they​ ​are​ ​my​ ​old​ ​clothes.”  

“You​ ​use​ ​to​ ​wear​ ​boys​ ​clothes?”  

“Still​ ​do."​ ​Annabella​ ​gestured​ ​to​ ​her​ ​hoodie.​ ​"It's​ ​more​ ​comfortable.​ ​But​ ​also​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​younger and​ ​once​ ​I​ ​got​ ​along​ ​with​ ​Dick​ ​we​ ​would​ ​share​ ​clothes.​ ​It​ ​would​ ​throw​ ​the​ ​paparazzi​ ​off​ ​because they​ ​always​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​get​ ​a​ ​picture​ ​of​ ​Bruce​ ​Wayne's​ ​little​ ​girl.​ ​But​ ​since​ ​they​ ​couldn't​ ​really​ ​tell the​ ​difference​ ​between​ ​us​ ​they​ ​gave​ ​up​ ​after​ ​awhile.​ ​I​ ​still​ ​get​ ​bombarded​ ​with​ ​the​ ​paparazzi​ ​at the​ ​galas​ ​but​ ​at​ ​least​ ​they​ ​don't​ ​follow​ ​me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​streets​ ​anymore.”  

“How​ ​could​ ​they​ ​possibly​ ​confuse​ ​you​ ​with​ ​Grayson?​ ​You​ ​two​ ​don't​ ​look​ ​the​ ​same.”  

“Well​ ​for​ ​starters​ ​I​ ​actually​ ​got​ ​gum​ ​in​ ​my​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​I​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​cut​ ​it​ ​out…​ ​yeah​ ​it​ ​didn't​ ​turn​ ​out​ ​well so​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to​ ​get​ ​it​ ​fixed​ ​which​ ​in​ ​turn​ ​made​ ​my​ ​hair​ ​look​ ​similar​ ​to​ ​Dicks.​ ​And​ ​I​ ​use​ ​to​ ​be​ ​pretty​ ​tall for​ ​my​ ​age​ ​plus​ ​Dick​ ​was​ ​pretty​ ​lanky​ ​when​ ​he​ ​was​ ​younger.​ ​Till​ ​he​ ​got​ ​a​ ​growth​ ​spurt​ ​and​ ​I stayed​ ​stuck​ ​at​ ​my​ ​height​ ​since​ ​middle​ ​school.​ ​Not​ ​to​ ​mention​ ​the​ ​shades​ ​dad​ ​would​ ​always​ ​make us​ ​wear​ ​and​ ​bam​ ​we​ ​could​ ​almost​ ​pass​ ​off​ ​as​ ​twins.”  

Damian​ ​just​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​his​ ​sister.​ ​Were​ ​they​ ​seriously​ ​related.​ ​They​ ​looked​ ​nothing​ ​alike.​ ​And personality​ ​wise​ ​they​ ​were​ ​complete​ ​opposites.​ ​If​ ​it​ ​wasn't​ ​for​ ​the​ ​DNA​ ​test​ ​he​ ​ran​ ​he​ ​wouldn’t have​ ​believed​ ​she​ ​was​ ​his​ ​sister.  

“What?"​ ​Question​ ​Annabella.  

"Nothing.”  

“You​ ​know​ ​the​ ​past​ ​week​ ​you​ ​have​ ​been​ ​here​ ​you've​ ​had​ ​something​ ​to​ ​say​ ​about​ ​everybody​ ​but me.​ ​So​ ​go​ ​ahead​ ​lay​ ​it​ ​on​ ​me​ ​unless​ ​you​ ​got​ ​nothing​ ​to​ ​say." 

 "Well​ ​to​ ​be​ ​honest​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​know​ ​you​ ​existed​ ​till​ ​I​ ​got​ ​here.”  

“Seriously​ ​I​ ​find​ ​that​ ​a​ ​little​ ​hard​ ​to​ ​believe​ ​considering​ ​Thalia​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​kill​ ​me​ ​like​ ​three​ ​times​ ​when I​ ​was​ ​five…​ ​which​ ​suddenly​ ​makes​ ​sense​ ​cause​ ​you’re​ ​like​ ​what​ ​12?”  

“She​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​eliminate​ ​competition.”  

“Even​ ​then​ ​I​ ​think​ ​that's​ ​putting​ ​it​ ​lightly.”  

“Whatever​ ​the​ ​point​ ​is,​ ​I​ ​did​ ​do​ ​my​ ​research​ ​on​ ​you​ ​once​ ​I​ ​got​ ​here.”  

“And?​ ​Come​ ​on​ ​I​ ​said​ ​lay​ ​it​ ​on​ ​me​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​learn?”  

“You​ ​are​ ​17​ ​years​ ​old.​ ​For​ ​the​ ​first​ ​five​ ​years​ ​of​ ​your​ ​life​ ​you​ ​spent​ ​them​ ​with​ ​father.​ ​After​ ​that​ ​you spent​ ​every​ ​summer​ ​in​ ​Mexico​ ​with​ ​your​ ​mother​ ​until​ ​you​ ​were​ ​12.​ ​You​ ​didn't​ ​get​ ​into​ ​the superhero​ ​business​ ​until​ ​you​ ​were​ ​13.​ ​You​ ​graduated​ ​high​ ​school​ ​your​ ​junior​ ​year​ ​yet​ ​went​ ​into college​ ​to​ ​study​ ​to​ ​become​ ​a​ ​veterinarian.​ ​Which​ ​in​ ​reality​ ​is​ ​such​ ​a​ ​waste.”  

“Oh​ ​really​ ​and​ ​why​ ​is​ ​that?”  "You​ ​are​ ​the​ ​daughter​ ​of​ ​Bruce​ ​Wayne,​ ​the​ ​Batman.​ ​And​ ​yet​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​taking​ ​up​ ​training​ ​early​ ​in life​ ​and​ ​becoming​ ​Robin​ ​you​ ​wait​ ​till​ ​there's​ ​already​ ​been​ ​3​ ​sidekicks​ ​before​ ​you​ ​decide​ ​to​ ​join. And​ ​even​ ​then​ ​you​ ​become​ ​this​ ​so​ ​called​ ​"Shadow"​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​being​ ​a​ ​robin.​ ​As​ ​for​ ​your education​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​taking​ ​on​ ​the​ ​business​ ​like​ ​you​ ​should​ ​have​ ​you​ ​go​ ​and​ ​try​ ​to​ ​become​ ​a​ ​vet? All​ ​because​ ​of​ ​your​ ​meta​ ​human​ ​abilities,​ ​which​ ​by​ ​the​ ​way​ ​is​ ​cheating.”  

“If​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​know​ ​any​ ​better​ ​I'd​ ​say​ ​you​ ​sound​ ​jealous."​ ​Annabella​ ​teased,​ ​Damian​ ​simply​ ​scoffed.  

Annabella​ ​turned​ ​the​ ​car​ ​into​ ​a​ ​parking​ ​lot​ ​and​ ​slammed​ ​the​ ​brake​ ​causing​ ​Damian​ ​to​ ​brace himself.  

"Alright​ ​listen​ ​up​ ​dragon​ ​head.”  "Demon​ ​head.“  "Whatever.​ ​I'm​ ​guessing​ ​that​ ​because​ ​of​ ​the​ ​file​ ​you​ ​read​ ​that​ ​you​ ​know​ ​me​ ​so​ ​well​ ​don't​ ​you.”  Damian​ ​stayed​ ​silent.  "Well​ ​get​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​what​ ​you​ ​can't​ ​read​ ​in​ ​a​ ​file.​ ​Dad​ ​met​ ​my​ ​egg​ ​donor​ ​at​ ​some​ ​charity​ ​event down​ ​in​ ​Mexico.​ ​One​ ​to​ ​many​ ​shots​ ​of​ ​tequila​ ​and​ ​surprise.​ ​The​ ​only​ ​reason​ ​she​ ​kept​ ​me​ ​alive was​ ​because​ ​she​ ​loved​ ​the​ ​attention​ ​she​ ​got​ ​from​ ​being​ ​pregnant.​ ​Which​ ​is​ ​how​ ​dad​ ​found​ ​out, he​ ​know​ ​she​ ​wouldn't​ ​really​ ​take​ ​care​ ​of​ ​me​ ​so​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​born​ ​they​ ​made​ ​a​ ​deal​ ​that​ ​I​ ​would​ ​be with​ ​him​ ​till​ ​I​ ​was​ ​five.​ ​Dad​ ​and​ ​Alfred​ ​raised​ ​me,​ ​taught​ ​me​ ​everything​ ​my​ ​little​ ​mind​ ​could​ ​handle, they​ ​even​ ​got​ ​a​ ​Spanish​ ​tutor​ ​for​ ​me.​ ​But​ ​when​ ​I​ ​showed​ ​up​ ​in​ ​my​ ​"home"​ ​town​ ​I​ ​found​ ​out​ ​she was​ ​only​ ​there​ ​because​ ​she​ ​was​ ​pregnant​ ​again.​ ​Otherwise​ ​she​ ​wouldn't​ ​have​ ​spent​ ​that​ ​summer with​ ​me​ ​even​ ​then​ ​I​ ​only​ ​saw​ ​her​ ​a​ ​few​ ​times​ ​because​ ​she​ ​constantly​ ​needed​ ​her​ ​"rest”.​ ​My​ ​aunts and​ ​uncles​ ​would​ ​ignore​ ​me.​ ​My​ ​cousins​ ​would​ ​constantly​ ​tease​ ​me​ ​for​ ​my​ ​accent,​ ​and​ ​laugh when​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​understand​ ​a​ ​certain​ ​word.​ ​Whenever​ ​something​ ​bad​ ​would​ ​happen​ ​I'd​ ​be​ ​the​ ​one getting​ ​blamed.​ ​The​ ​only​ ​one​ ​who​ ​gave​ ​me​ ​love​ ​was​ ​my​ ​grandmother.​ ​And​ ​I​ ​loved​ ​her​ ​so​ ​much… she​ ​always​ ​taught​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​myself,​ ​to​ ​love​ ​myself,​ ​and​ ​to​ ​be​ ​what​ ​I​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​be​ ​not​ ​what​ ​others expected​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be.​ ​Now​ ​let's​ ​fast​ ​forward​ ​to​ ​five​ ​years​ ​ago​ ​and​ ​my​ ​grandmother​ ​is​ ​on​ ​her​ ​heath bed​ ​and​ ​she​ ​looks​ ​so​ ​weak​ ​not​ ​to​ ​mention​ ​I​ ​lost​ ​Jason​ ​not​ ​long​ ​before​ ​that.​ ​So​ ​here​ ​I​ ​am​ ​trying​ ​to cope​ ​with​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​who​ ​loved​ ​me​ ​from​ ​that​ ​side​ ​of​ ​my​ ​so​ ​called​ ​family​ ​was​ ​dying. And​ ​I​ ​couldn't​ ​stand​ ​and​ ​watch​ ​as​ ​she​ ​wasted​ ​away.​ ​I​ ​left​ ​hopped​ ​on​ ​a​ ​plane​ ​back​ ​to​ ​Gotham. Soon​ ​after​ ​that​ ​I​ ​got​ ​calls,​ ​emails,​ ​even​ ​texts​ ​from​ ​my​ ​family​ ​who​ ​barely​ ​spoke​ ​a​ ​sentence​ ​to​ ​me my​ ​whole​ ​life​ ​and​ ​they​ ​were​ ​yelling​ ​at​ ​me,​ ​blaming​ ​me,​ ​that​ ​I​ ​was​ ​the​ ​one​ ​that​ ​killed​ ​her.​ ​That​ ​I broke​ ​her​ ​heart​ ​when​ ​I​ ​left​ ​without​ ​a​ ​goodbye.​ ​And​ ​how​ ​I​ ​never​ ​helped​ ​out​ ​at​ ​all​ ​especially​ ​with​ ​all the​ ​money​ ​dad​ ​has​ ​plus​ ​the​ ​money​ ​that​ ​my​ ​egg​ ​donor​ ​would​ ​give​ ​me.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​so​ ​hurt​ ​from everything.​ ​I​ ​shut​ ​everyone​ ​out.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​could​ ​get​ ​to​ ​me​ ​I​ ​barely​ ​ate​ ​anything​ ​I​ ​stayed​ ​in​ ​my​ ​room. Until​ ​one​ ​day​ ​I​ ​got​ ​out​ ​and​ ​I​ ​went​ ​to​ ​Jason's​ ​old​ ​room.​ ​I​ ​saw​ ​a​ ​picture​ ​of​ ​us​ ​with​ ​dad​ ​and​ ​dick​ ​and I​ ​remembered​ ​how​ ​much​ ​I​ ​loved​ ​him,​ ​how​ ​much​ ​I​ ​love​ ​dad,​ ​how​ ​much​ ​I​ ​love​ ​Dick.​ ​And​ ​how​ ​much they​ ​loved​ ​me​ ​and​ ​I​ ​remembered​ ​how​ ​much​ ​the​ ​League​ ​had​ ​also​ ​been​ ​in​ ​my​ ​life.​ ​And​ ​how​ ​they helped​ ​dad​ ​raise​ ​me​ ​and​ ​how​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​them​ ​are​ ​like​ ​my​ ​actual​ ​family.​ ​And​ ​I​ ​got​ ​better​ ​I​ ​started accepting​ ​help.​ ​And​ ​then​ ​when​ ​Tim​ ​came​ ​along​ ​everything​ ​just​ ​started​ ​getting​ ​back​ ​into​ ​place. That's​ ​when​ ​I​ ​started​ ​to​ ​train​ ​but​ ​not​ ​because​ ​I​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​follow​ ​dads​ ​path​ ​but​ ​because​ ​I​ ​wanted to​ ​make​ ​things​ ​easier​ ​on​ ​out​ ​family.​ ​I​ ​also​ ​gave​ ​up​ ​everything​ ​from​ ​my​ ​egg​ ​donors​ ​side,​ ​money wise​ ​at​ ​least,​ ​I​ ​keep​ ​my​ ​heritage​ ​but​ ​in​ ​honor​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandmother.“  

“Is​ ​there​ ​a​ ​point​ ​for​ ​you​ ​telling​ ​me​ ​your​ ​life​ ​story?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian,​ ​Annabella​ ​pondered​ ​for​ ​a bit.  

"Don't​ ​assume​ ​you​ ​know​ ​someone​ ​just​ ​because​ ​you​ ​read​ ​up​ ​on​ ​them.​ ​And​ ​also​ ​this​ ​is​ ​suppose​ ​to be​ ​a​ ​bonding​ ​trip.​ ​You​ ​learn​ ​things​ ​about​ ​me​ ​and​ ​I​ ​learn​ ​things​ ​about​ ​you.​ ​Now​ ​come​ ​on​ ​get​ ​out dragon​ ​head."​ ​Explained​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​she​ ​got​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​car.  

"Demon​ ​head."​ ​Corrected​ ​Damian.  

"Whatever.”  

“And​ ​I​ ​am​ ​not​ ​going​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​you​ ​about​ ​myself."​ ​Damian​ ​said​ ​stubbornly​ ​as​ ​he​ ​followed​ ​Annabella who​ ​started​ ​walking​ ​away.  

"You​ ​know​ ​this​ ​would​ ​go​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​easier​ ​if​ ​you​ ​just​ ​talked​ ​rather​ ​than​ ​us​ ​playing​ ​21​ ​questions.”  

"Has​ ​anyone​ ​ever​ ​told​ ​you​ ​that​ ​you​ ​are​ ​very​ ​annoying?“  

"I'm​ ​a​ ​sister​ ​it's​ ​part​ ​of​ ​my​ ​job​ ​description.”  

“For​ ​someone​ ​so​ ​tiny​ ​you​ ​sure​ ​are​ ​a​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​would​ ​you​ ​slow​ ​down."​ ​Remarked​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he jogged​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​up​ ​with​ ​her​ ​despite​ ​them​ ​being​ ​around​ ​the​ ​same​ ​height.  

"Funny​ ​I​ ​was​ ​just​ ​about​ ​to​ ​say​ ​the​ ​same​ ​thing​ ​to​ ​you.​ ​What's​ ​wrong​ ​dragon​ ​head​ ​can't​ ​keep​ ​up?” She​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​she​ ​turned​ ​her​ ​head​ ​to​ ​smile​ ​at​ ​her​ ​brother.​ ​"I'm​ ​4'11​ ​living​ ​with​ ​6ft​ ​giants​ ​and​ ​it’s not​ ​like​ ​they​ ​take​ ​baby​ ​steps​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to​ ​learn​ ​how​ ​to​ ​walk​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​faster​ ​so​ ​I​ ​wouldn't​ ​trail​ ​behind.​ ​Okay we're​ ​here.“  

"You​ ​mean​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​me​ ​you​ ​dragged​ ​me​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​manor​ ​just​ ​to​ ​take​ ​me​ ​to​ ​a​ ​place​ ​where​ ​they​ ​sell frozen​ ​yogurt?”​ ​Damian​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​with​ ​a​ ​face​ ​of​ ​annoyance.  

"Well​ ​actually​ ​it​ ​use​ ​to​ ​be​ ​an​ ​ice​ ​cream​ ​parlor​ ​but​ ​it​ ​chanced​ ​about​ ​a​ ​couple​ ​years​ ​ago.​ ​And​ ​also​ ​I didn't​ ​drag​ ​you​ ​out​ ​you​ ​came​ ​all​ ​on​ ​your​ ​own."​ ​Said​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​they​ ​walked​ ​in.  

"And​ ​why​ ​exactly​ ​are​ ​we​ ​here?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian.​ ​Annabella​ ​handed​ ​him​ ​a​ ​cup​ ​and​ ​led​ ​him​ ​to the​ ​self​ ​serve​ ​machines.  

"It's​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​a​ ​tradition."​ ​She​ ​explained​ ​as​ ​she​ ​started​ ​to​ ​serve​ ​herself,​ ​Damian​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a questioning​ ​look.​ ​"It​ ​started​ ​with​ ​Dick.​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​really​ ​get​ ​along​ ​with​ ​him​ ​at​ ​first​ ​till​ ​Alfred​ ​took​ ​us​ ​on a​ ​drive​ ​and​ ​we​ ​found​ ​this​ ​place​ ​back​ ​when​ ​it​ ​was​ ​the​ ​ice​ ​cream​ ​parlor.​ ​Then​ ​he​ ​sat​ ​us​ ​down​ ​and once​ ​we​ ​were​ ​relaxed​ ​he​ ​made​ ​ya​ ​start​ ​talking​ ​and​ ​now​ ​I​ ​can​ ​tolerate​ ​him​ ​better.​ ​We​ ​did​ ​the same​ ​thing​ ​when​ ​Jason​ ​and​ ​Tim​ ​came​ ​along.​ ​And​ ​every​ ​time​ ​we​ ​just​ ​clicked​ ​into​ ​place.​ ​Aren't​ ​you going​ ​to​ ​put​ ​topping​ ​on​ ​that?”  

Damian​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​his​ ​cup​ ​of​ ​vanilla​ ​yogurt​ ​and​ ​looked​ ​over​ ​at​ ​the​ ​toppings​ ​table.  

“What's​ ​that?"​ ​He​ ​gestured​ ​to​ ​the​ ​smashed​ ​Oreo​ ​bin.  

"It's​ ​crushed​ ​Oreos.”  

“What's​ ​an​ ​Oreo?”  

“It's​ ​a​ ​type​ ​of​ ​cookie.​ ​Here​ ​why​ ​don't​ ​we​ ​do​ ​this."​ ​Annabella​ ​set​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​down​ ​and​ ​plucked Damian's​ ​cup​ ​from​ ​his​ ​hands.​ ​

"Let's​ ​get​ ​a​ ​little​ ​bit​ ​and​ ​sprinkle​ ​it​ ​off​ ​to​ ​the​ ​side​ ​that​ ​way​ ​you​ ​can try​ ​it​ ​without​ ​mixing​ ​it​ ​too​ ​much.​ ​Anything​ ​else?​ ​There's​ ​chocolate​ ​chips,​ ​nuts…​ ​you're​ ​not​ ​allergic to​ ​nuts​ ​right?”  

“No​ ​of​ ​course​ ​not.”  

“Alright​ ​here​ ​let's​ ​put​ ​some​ ​pecans​ ​in​ ​there​ ​and…​ ​well​ ​you​ ​can​ ​never​ ​go​ ​wrong​ ​with​ ​chocolate. There​ ​that​ ​should​ ​be​ ​good.”  Annabella​ ​paid​ ​for​ ​the​ ​treats​ ​and​ ​they​ ​made​ ​their​ ​way​ ​to​ ​a​ ​table​ ​in​ ​the​ ​corner​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​small crowd​ ​of​ ​people.​ ​Damian​ ​got​ ​a​ ​spoonful​ ​of​ ​his​ ​yogurt​ ​with​ ​Oreos​ ​and​ ​took​ ​a​ ​hesitant​ ​bite. Annabella​ ​noticed​ ​how​ ​his​ ​face​ ​slightly​ ​lit​ ​up​ ​and​ ​she​ ​couldn't​ ​help​ ​but​ ​smile.​ ​She​ ​studied​ ​his features​ ​noticing​ ​the​ ​similarities​ ​between​ ​him​ ​and​ ​their​ ​father.  

“What​ ​are​ ​you​ ​staring​ ​at?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian​ ​causing​ ​Annabella​ ​to​ ​snap​ ​out​ ​of​ ​her​ ​thoughts.  

"Nothing​ ​you​ ​just​ ​look​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​like​ ​dad.​ ​Well​ ​at​ ​least​ ​in​ ​the​ ​eyes​ ​and​ ​hair,​ ​your​ ​face​ ​is​ ​shaped​ ​more like​ ​your​ ​mothers.​ ​Except​ ​I'm​ ​not​ ​sure​ ​where​ ​you​ ​got​ ​your​ ​nose​ ​from.”  

“My​ ​nose​ ​what's​ ​wrong​ ​with.​ ​My​ ​nose?”  

“Nothing​ ​it's​ ​a​ ​really​ ​cute​ ​nose​ ​very​ ​boopable.“​ ​Damian​ ​raised​ ​an​ ​eyebrow.  

"What​ ​does​ ​that​ ​even​ ​mean?”  

“I'd​ ​show​ ​you​ ​but​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​promise​ ​you​ ​won't​ ​hurt​ ​me.”  

Damian​ ​just​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a​ ​questioning​ ​look.​ ​Annabella​ ​smiled​ ​and​ ​quickly​ ​leaned​ ​over​ ​and​ ​softly tapped​ ​the​ ​tip​ ​of​ ​his​ ​nose.​ ​She​ ​managed​ ​to​ ​retract​ ​her​ ​hand​ ​before​ ​Damian​ ​could​ ​grab​ ​it.  

“What​ ​was​ ​that​ ​for?”  

“I​ ​was​ ​showing​ ​you​ ​what​ ​a​ ​boop​ ​is.”  

“And​ ​what​ ​purpose​ ​did​ ​that​ ​serve?”  

“To​ ​make​ ​someone​ ​smile.”  

“You​ ​are​ ​so​ ​childish.”  

“Hey​ ​being​ ​childish​ ​from​ ​time​ ​to​ ​time​ ​is​ ​good​ ​for​ ​the​ ​soul.”  

Damian​ ​rolled​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​as​ ​his​ ​sister​ ​smiled​ ​while​ ​eating​ ​her​ ​treat.​ ​He​ ​looked​ ​down​ ​at​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​and grimaced.  

“How​ ​is​ ​that​ ​appealing?"​ ​He​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​scrunched​ ​his​ ​nose​ ​in​ ​disgust.  

"It's​ ​delicious,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​mean​ ​not​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​people​ ​can​ ​handle​ ​this​ ​much​ ​sugar.​ ​Not​ ​even​ ​dad.​ ​So​ ​I​ ​don’t blame​ ​you​ ​for​ ​not​ ​wanting​ ​to​ ​maybe​ ​at​ ​least​ ​trying​ ​it​ ​before​ ​you​ ​criticize​ ​it."​ ​Damian​ ​scowled​ ​at​ ​his sister​ ​and​ ​reached​ ​over​ ​with​ ​his​ ​spoon​ ​but​ ​she​ ​stopped​ ​him.  

"If​ ​you're​ ​going​ ​to​ ​try​ ​some​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​do​ ​it​ ​right."​ ​She​ ​said​ ​as​ ​she​ ​grabbed​ ​his​ ​spoon​ ​and​ ​moved it​ ​around​ ​in​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​to​ ​make​ ​sure​ ​she​ ​got​ ​all​ ​the​ ​toppings.​ ​Once​ ​she​ ​was​ ​satisfied​ ​she​ ​handed​ ​the spoon​ ​back​ ​to​ ​Damian​ ​and​ ​quickly​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​her​ ​phone.  

Damian​ ​studied​ ​the​ ​spoon​ ​carefully​ ​before​ ​plopping​ ​it​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​quickly​ ​pulled​ ​the​ ​spoon away​ ​as​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​puckered​ ​and​ ​his​ ​eyebrows​ ​scrunched​ ​together.​ ​Annabella​ ​couldn't​ ​stop​ ​laughing as​ ​she​ ​recorded​ ​his​ ​reaction.​ ​Damian​ ​slowly​ ​chewed​ ​and​ ​swallowed​ ​down​ ​the​ ​yogurt.  

"What​ ​the​ ​hell​ ​do​ ​put​ ​in​ ​that?"​ ​He​ ​questioned​ ​and​ ​quickly​ ​shoved​ ​some​ ​of​ ​his​ ​own​ ​yogurt​ ​into​ ​his mouth​ ​to​ ​get​ ​rid​ ​of​ ​the​ ​taste.  

"Oh​ ​no​ ​much.​ ​Just​ ​pineapple​ ​and​ ​mango​ ​flavored​ ​yogurt​ ​topped​ ​with​ ​kiwi​ ​and​ ​lemon​ ​flavored syrup​ ​finished​ ​off​ ​with​ ​spoke​ ​sour​ ​gummy​ ​worms."​ ​Annabella​ ​shrugged​ ​as​ ​she​ ​ate​ ​some​ ​more with​ ​ease.​ ​Damian​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​in​ ​disbelief​ ​then​ ​she​ ​noticed​ ​her​ ​phone.  

"What​ ​a​ ​minute​ ​we're​ ​you​ ​recording​ ​me?”  

“Maybe.”  

“Delete​ ​it.”  

“Nope​ ​not​ ​a​ ​chance.​ ​Besides​ ​it's​ ​too​ ​late​ ​I​ ​already​ ​sent​ ​it​ ​to​ ​Alfred​ ​and​ ​it​ ​has​ ​been​ ​saved​ ​to​ ​my blackmail​ ​folder.”  

“You​ ​have​ ​a​ ​blackmail​ ​folder?”  

“First​ ​and​ ​second​ ​rule​ ​of​ ​being​ ​a​ ​batsibling​ ​always​ ​have​ ​the​ ​camera​ ​ready​ ​and​ ​always​ ​have​ ​a blackmail​ ​folder.”  

Damian​ ​glared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​but​ ​she​ ​simply​ ​smiled​ ​back.  

“It's​ ​cute​ ​how​ ​you​ ​think​ ​that'll​ ​work​ ​on​ ​me.”  

Damian​ ​huffed​ ​and​ ​looked​ ​down​ ​at​ ​his​ ​cup.​ ​Annabella​ ​slowly​ ​traced​ ​her​ ​spoon​ ​around​ ​the​ ​rim​ ​of her​ ​cup.  

"So…​ ​what​ ​was​ ​it​ ​like?​ ​Growing​ ​up​ ​in​ ​the​ ​league?"​ ​She​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him​ ​but​ ​he​ ​kept​ ​his​ ​gaze down.​ ​After​ ​a​ ​few​ ​moments​ ​of​ ​silence​ ​he​ ​finally​ ​spoke.  

"Ever​ ​since​ ​I​ ​could​ ​remember​ ​I​ ​have​ ​always​ ​been​ ​trained.​ ​Every​ ​year​ ​the​ ​obstacles​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to​ ​face would​ ​be​ ​more​ ​difficult.​ ​But​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to​ ​pass.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​no​ ​room​ ​for​ ​mistakes.​ ​After​ ​all​ ​I​ ​am​ ​an​ ​Al Ghul…​ ​between​ ​my​ ​grandfather​ ​and​ ​I​ ​we​ ​were​ ​going​ ​to​ ​reshape​ ​the​ ​world.”  

“Is​ ​that​ ​what​ ​you​ ​really​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​do​ ​though?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Annabella,​ ​Damian​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a​ ​puzzled look.  

"Of​ ​course​ ​it​ ​is."​ ​Damian​ ​did​ ​his​ ​best​ ​to​ ​sound​ ​confident​ ​but​ ​Annabella​ ​could​ ​detect​ ​the​ ​slight waver​ ​in​ ​his​ ​voice.  

"Your​ ​whole​ ​life​ ​you​ ​have​ ​been​ ​told​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​do​ ​certain​ ​things​ ​because​ ​you​ ​are​ ​an​ ​Al​ ​Ghul​ ​but have​ ​you​ ​ever​ ​done​ ​anything​ ​because​ ​you​ ​are​ ​also​ ​just​ ​Damian?”  

"I​ ​never​ ​really​ ​thought​ ​of​ ​that.“​ ​Mumbled​ ​Damian.  

"Well​ ​maybe​ ​you​ ​coming​ ​to​ ​live​ ​with​ ​us​ ​in​ ​the​ ​universe's​ ​way​ ​of​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​a​ ​second​ ​chance.”  

Damian​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a​ ​skeptical​ ​look​ ​but​ ​didn't​ ​say​ ​anything​ ​they​ ​continued​ ​to​ ​eat​ ​their​ ​treats​ ​in silence.​ ​Annabella​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​at​ ​Damian,​ ​chewing​ ​the​ ​last​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​her​ ​yogurt.  

“What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​me?"​ ​She​ ​questioned.  

"Hmm?”  

“You​ ​and​ ​dad​ ​do​ ​this​ ​thing​ ​where​ ​your​ ​eyebrows​ ​slightly​ ​scrunch​ ​together​ ​when​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​ask something."​ ​She​ ​explained,​ ​Damian​ ​just​ ​scraped​ ​his​ ​spoon​ ​around​ ​his​ ​empty​ ​cup​ ​but​ ​said​ ​nothing. "Okay​ ​then​ ​how​ ​about​ ​we​ ​get​ ​some​ ​frozen​ ​yogurt​ ​for​ ​dad​ ​and​ ​Alfred.”  

Annabella​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​tossed​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​in​ ​the​ ​trash​ ​before​ ​going​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​self​ ​serve​ ​machines. Once​ ​again​ ​she​ ​paid​ ​for​ ​the​ ​yogurt​ ​and​ ​they​ ​made​ ​their​ ​way​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​car.​ ​They​ ​were​ ​nearing the​ ​parking​ ​lot​ ​when​ ​Annabella​ ​stopped.  

“What​ ​is​ ​it?"​ ​Damian​ ​asked​ ​quickly​ ​scanning​ ​the​ ​area​ ​but​ ​saw​ ​no​ ​threat.  

She​ ​ignored​ ​his​ ​question​ ​and​ ​walked​ ​into​ ​the​ ​alley​ ​near​ ​by.​ ​When​ ​she​ ​reached​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the dumpsters​ ​she​ ​handed​ ​the​ ​cups​ ​of​ ​yogurt​ ​to​ ​Damian​ ​and​ ​crouched​ ​down.  

"Hey​ ​little​ ​guy."​ ​She​ ​cooed​ ​as​ ​she​ ​looked​ ​underneath​ ​the​ ​dumpster​ ​and​ ​saw​ ​a​ ​scrawny​ ​black kitten.  

The​ ​kitten​ ​let​ ​out​ ​a​ ​soft​ ​mew​ ​and​ ​Annabella​ ​could​ ​sense​ ​the​ ​fear​ ​radiating​ ​from​ ​it.  

"It's​ ​okay​ ​I'm​ ​not​ ​going​ ​to​ ​hurt​ ​you."​ ​She​ ​slowly​ ​stuck​ ​her​ ​hand​ ​out​ ​and​ ​beaconed​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​to​ ​come forward.​ ​The​ ​kitten​ ​slowly​ ​came​ ​crawling​ ​out.  

Once​ ​the​ ​car​ ​was​ ​in​ ​reach​ ​Annabella​ ​carefully​ ​picked​ ​it​ ​up​ ​and​ ​cradled​ ​it.​ ​When​ ​she​ ​stood​ ​up​ ​she noticed​ ​Damian's​ ​face​ ​soften​ ​when​ ​he​ ​spotted​ ​the​ ​kitten.  

"Come​ ​on​ ​let's​ ​go."​ ​Sid​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​they​ ​made​ ​their​ ​way​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​car.  

"What​ ​are​ ​you​ ​going​ ​to​ ​do​ ​with​ ​it?”  

“I'm​ ​going​ ​to​ ​take​ ​it​ ​somewhere​ ​to​ ​get​ ​checked​ ​out​ ​and​ ​then​ ​once​ ​it's​ ​cleared​ ​we'll​ ​see​ ​what happens.”  

When​ ​they​ ​got​ ​to​ ​the​ ​car​ ​Damian​ ​offered​ ​to​ ​hold​ ​the​ ​kitten.​ ​Annabella​ ​slipped​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​into​ ​his​ ​arms once​ ​she​ ​told​ ​Damian​ ​to​ ​put​ ​the​ ​yogurts​ ​in​ ​a​ ​small​ ​ice​ ​chest​ ​she​ ​carries​ ​in​ ​the​ ​back.​ ​She​ ​watched as​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​slowly​ ​drifted​ ​off​ ​to​ ​sleep​ ​while​ ​Damian​ ​stroked​ ​its​ ​rugged​ ​fur.  

“It​ ​likes​ ​you,​ ​you​ ​know.”  

“Just​ ​because​ ​it​ ​fell​ ​asleep​ ​on​ ​me​ ​doesn't​ ​mean​ ​it​ ​likes​ ​me.”  

“Trust​ ​me​ ​dragon​ ​head​ ​it​ ​likes​ ​you.​ ​It​ ​feels​ ​safe​ ​with​ ​you​ ​something​ ​that​ ​it​ ​hasn't​ ​felt​ ​in​ ​awhile.” After​ ​a​ ​few​ ​moments​ ​of​ ​silence​ ​Damian​ ​finally​ ​spoke.  

“How​ ​exactly​ ​do​ ​your​ ​powers​ ​work?”  

“I​ ​was​ ​wondering​ ​when​ ​you​ ​were​ ​going​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​that.​ ​Well​ ​we're​ ​still​ ​not​ ​exactly​ ​sure.​ ​We​ ​didn’t know​ ​I​ ​had​ ​powers​ ​till​ ​I​ ​was​ ​8​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​my​ ​grandmother​ ​that​ ​found​ ​out.​ ​And​ ​so​ ​far​ ​we’ve discovered​ ​that​ ​I​ ​can​ ​communicate​ ​with​ ​just​ ​about​ ​any​ ​animal​ ​land​ ​or​ ​sea​.​ ​Only​ ​problem​ ​is​ ​the wilder​ ​the​ ​animal​ ​the​ ​harder​ ​it​ ​is​ ​to​ ​communicate​ ​with​ ​it.​ ​​It​ ​we've​ ​also​ ​learned​ ​I​ ​am​ ​able​ ​to​ ​access their​ ​memories​ ​and​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​see​ ​things​ ​through​ ​their​ ​eyes.​ ​Also​ ​applies​ ​to​ ​any​ ​meta​ ​human​ ​who have​ ​animal​ ​like​ ​DNA​ ​which​ ​makes​ ​interrogations​ ​with​ ​Killer​ ​Croc​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​easier.​ ​And​ ​we're​ ​here, could​ ​you​ ​wait​ ​outside​ ​for​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​do​ ​a​ ​quick​ ​costume​ ​change.”  

Damian​ ​got​ ​out​ ​holding​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​close​ ​to​ ​his​ ​chest.​ ​Five​ ​minutes​ ​later​ ​Annabella​ ​came​ ​out wearing​ ​a​ ​light​ ​blue​ ​polo,​ ​dark​ ​jeans,​ ​and​ ​sneakers.  

“Alright​ ​let's​ ​get​ ​this​ ​little​ ​guy​ ​checked​ ​out."​ ​Said​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​they​ ​started​ ​walking​ ​to​ ​a​ ​dome shaped​ ​building.  

"What​ ​is​ ​this​ ​place?"​ ​Asked​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​stood​ ​outside​ ​the​ ​entrance.  

"Teresa's​ ​Animal​ ​Sanctuary,​ ​named​ ​after​ ​my​ ​grandmother.​ ​I​ ​had​ ​this​ ​place​ ​built​ ​my​ ​freshman​ ​year of​ ​high​ ​school.​ ​Here​ ​we​ ​care​ ​for​ ​all​ ​animals​ ​big​ ​it​ ​small.​ ​Pet​ ​like​ ​animals​ ​get​ ​treated​ ​and​ ​sheltered here​ ​and​ ​every​ ​other​ ​month​ ​we​ ​have​ ​an​ ​adoption​ ​day​ ​at​ ​the​ ​park.​ ​Wildlife​ ​get​ ​cared​ ​for​ ​and​ ​the released​ ​back​ ​into​ ​the​ ​wild​ ​once​ ​they​ ​are​ ​100%​ ​ready.​ ​Come​ ​on​ ​let's​ ​go​ ​inside."​ ​Annabella motioned​ ​for​ ​Damian​ ​to​ ​follow​ ​her.  

"Miss​ ​Wayne,​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​know​ ​you​ ​would​ ​be​ ​coming​ ​in​ ​today."​ ​Said​ ​the​ ​receptionist​ ​at​ ​the​ ​desk.  

"Hello​ ​Darcy​ ​I'm​ ​just​ ​here​ ​for​ ​a​ ​quick​ ​visit.​ ​Can​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​Dr.​ ​Croft​ ​to​ ​meet​ ​me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​lab​ ​to​ ​perform​ ​a check​ ​up​ ​on​ ​a​ ​cat.”  

“Sure​ ​thing​ ​Miss​ ​Wayne.”  

“Thank​ ​you.​ ​Come​ ​on​ ​Damian​ ​this​ ​way."​ ​Annabella​ ​led​ ​him​ ​through​ ​a​ ​long​ ​hallway.​ ​Towards​ ​the end​ ​was​ ​a​ ​light​ ​brown​ ​door​ ​and​ ​Annabella​ ​paused.​ ​"Okay​ ​we​ ​have​ ​to​ ​go​ ​through​ ​the​ ​dog​ ​house but​ ​I​ ​gotta​ ​warn​ ​you​ ​they​ ​are​ ​super​ ​friendly​ ​and​ ​will​ ​tackle​ ​you​ ​if​ ​you're​ ​not​ ​careful.”  

Damian​ ​simply​ ​nodded​ ​and​ ​held​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​closer.​ ​She​ ​gave​ ​him​ ​a​ ​soft​ ​smile​ ​before​ ​opening​ ​the door.  

It's​ ​Anna!!!  

Anna's​ ​here!  

Yay​ ​Anna's​ ​back.  

Immediately​ ​half​ ​of​ ​the​ ​dogs​ ​in​ ​the​ ​room​ ​run​ ​and​ ​tackled​ ​Annabella.​ ​She​ ​giggled​ ​as​ ​many​ ​of​ ​them sniffed​ ​and​ ​licked​ ​her.​ ​Damian​ ​looked​ ​around​ ​the​ ​room​ ​in​ ​awe.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​the​ ​size​ ​of​ ​a​ ​small​ ​house with​ ​dog​ ​beds​ ​everywhere​ ​along​ ​with​ ​some​ ​toys​ ​strewn​ ​around.  

“Okay.​ ​Okay!​ ​Yes​ ​I'm​ ​happy​ ​to​ ​see​ ​you​ ​too."​ ​Annabella's​ ​voice​ ​was​ ​muffled​ ​from​ ​being​ ​underneath the​ ​dog​ ​pile.​ 

​"Okay​ ​everyone​ ​sit!” Immediately​ ​all​ ​the​ ​dogs​ ​surrounding​ ​her​ ​sat.​ ​Annabella​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​dusted​ ​herself​ ​off. “Everyone​ ​meet​ ​Damian.“​ ​Annabella​ ​gestured​ ​to​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​the​ ​dogs​ ​surrounded​ ​him.  

Damian?  

What's​ ​a​ ​Damian?  

Ohh​ ​he​ ​smells​ ​like​ ​pine​ ​trees.  

What​​ ​is​ ​he​ ​holding?  

Oh​ ​it's​ ​a​ ​cat.  

Cat!​ ​Cat!​ ​Cat!  

I​ ​wanna​ ​see​ ​the​ ​cat!  

The​ ​dogs​ ​started​ ​to​ ​get​ ​closer​ ​to​ ​Damian​ ​and​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​quickly​ ​climbed​ ​up​ ​his​ ​arm​ ​and​ ​perched on​ ​his​ ​shoulder,​ ​hissing​ ​at​ ​the​ ​dogs.  

"Okay,​ ​okay​ ​easy​ ​everyone​ ​easy.​ ​Everyone​ ​be​ ​a​ ​good​ ​boy​ ​and​ ​girl​ ​and​ ​go​ ​play​ ​with​ ​your​ ​toys.”  

Yes​ ​Anna!  

Annabella​ ​smiled​ ​as​ ​the​ ​dogs​ ​dispersed​ ​around​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​She​ ​escorted​ ​Damian​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​room and​ ​into​ ​another​ ​hallway.  

“Ah​ ​Miss​ ​Wayne​ ​so​ ​good​ ​to​ ​see​ ​you."​ ​Said​ ​a​ ​woman​ ​who​ ​looked​ ​to​ ​be​ ​in​ ​her​ ​mid​ ​twenties,​ ​soft brown​ ​eyes,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​bright​ ​smile.  

"Hello​ ​Dr.​ ​Croft.​ ​Shall​ ​we​ ​begin?"​ ​Annabella​ ​greeted​ ​the​ ​woman​ ​as​ ​she​ ​grabbed​ ​her​ ​lab​ ​coat​ ​and got​ ​ready. 

"Of​ ​course,​ ​and​ ​who's​ ​this​ ​gentleman?"​ ​Asked​ ​the​ ​doctor.  

"I'm​ ​her​ ​brother.​ ​Long​ ​story,​ ​I'm​ ​sure​ ​you'll​ ​hear​ ​it​ ​in​ ​the​ ​tabloids​ ​soon.​ ​Now​ ​can​ ​you​ ​start​ ​this​ ​cat needs​ ​to​ ​be​ ​attended​ ​to."​ ​Said​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​carefully​ ​handed​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​to​ ​the​ ​doctor.  

While​ ​they​ ​bathed​ ​and​ ​checked​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​over​ ​for​ ​any​ ​injuries​ ​and​ ​gave​ ​it​ ​it's​ ​proper​ ​shots. Annabella​ ​watched​ ​her​ ​brother.​ ​His​ ​entire​ ​demeanor​ ​seemed​ ​to​ ​change,​ ​when​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​would fidget​ ​Damian​ ​would​ ​pet​ ​it​ ​and​ ​whisper​ ​something​ ​in​ ​Arabic.​ ​She​ ​could​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​calmness​ ​radiating from​ ​the​ ​cat.​ ​Once​ ​they​ ​finished​ ​Dr.​ ​Croft​ ​left.  

"Would​ ​you​ ​like​ ​to​ ​feed​ ​him?"​ ​Annabella​ ​asked​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​as​ ​she​ ​prepared​ ​the​ ​bottle.  

"Sure."​ ​Damian​ ​replied​ ​as​ ​he​ ​adjusted​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​in​ ​his​ ​arms​ ​before​ ​taking​ ​the​ ​bottle.  

"So​ ​much​ ​for​ ​cheating​ ​for​ ​using​ ​my​ ​powers​ ​huh."​ ​Annabella​ ​smirked​ ​and​ ​Damian​ ​huffed.  

"I​ ​will​ ​admit​ ​you​ ​do​ ​seem​ ​to​ ​make​ ​things​ ​better​ ​when​ ​it​ ​comes​ ​to​ ​the​ ​well being​ ​of​ ​the​ ​animals.​ ​So what's​ ​going​ ​to​ ​happen​ ​to​ ​him​ ​now?”  

“Well​ ​we​ ​take​ ​him​ ​to​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​lounge.​ ​Help​ ​him​ ​hey​ ​use​ ​to​ ​the​ ​other​ ​cats​ ​and​ ​just​ ​wait​ ​to​ ​see​ ​if maybe​ ​he'll​ ​get​ ​adopted."​ ​Annabella​ ​explained,​ ​she​ ​notice​ ​Damian​ ​slightly​ ​pout.​ ​"Unless​ ​you​ ​help me​ ​convince​ ​dad​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​him.”  

“Why​ ​would​ ​we​ ​need​ ​to​ ​convince​ ​him?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian,​ ​Annabella​ ​bit​ ​her​ ​lip.  

"Well​ ​once​ ​we​ ​realized​ ​my​ ​powers​ ​I​ ​tended​ ​to​ ​attract​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​animals​ ​to​ ​the​ ​manor.​ ​So​ ​now​ ​to have​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​before​ ​I​ ​bring​ ​animals​ ​in.​ ​But​ ​if​ ​we​ ​team​ ​up​ ​and​ ​pulled​ ​our​ ​best​ ​puppy​ ​dog​ ​face​ ​he might​ ​just​ ​say​ ​yes.”  

“What's​ ​a​ ​puppy​ ​dog​ ​face?”  

“You​ ​don't​ ​know​ ​what​ ​a​ ​puppy​ ​dog​ ​face​ ​is?”  

“I've​ ​never​ ​really​ ​ever​ ​had​ ​to​ ​beg​ ​for​ ​anything,​ ​and​ ​what​ ​are​ ​you​ ​doing​ ​with​ ​your​ ​face?”  

“This​ ​is​ ​my​ ​puppy​ ​dog​ ​face.​ ​You​ ​just​ ​have​ ​to​ ​pout​ ​make​ ​you​ ​eyes​ ​slightly​ ​watery​ ​and​ ​boom​ ​puppy dog​ ​face​ ​almost​ ​always​ ​guarantees​ ​you​ ​getting​ ​your​ ​way​ ​done.​ ​Try​ ​it.”  Damian​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a​ ​skeptical​ ​look.  

“Come​ ​on​ ​just​ ​try​ ​it."​ ​Annabella​ ​encouraged,​ ​Damian​ ​sighed​ ​and​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​imitate​ ​her.​ ​

"Okay​ ​you got​ ​the​ ​pouting​ ​part​ ​right​ ​but​ ​try​ ​to​ ​soften​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​and​ ​try​ ​not​ ​to​ ​scrunch​ ​your​ ​eyebrows.​ ​Oh perfect!”  

“I​ ​feel​ ​ridiculous.”  

“Nonsense​ ​you​ ​look​ ​perfect​ ​trust​ ​me​ ​my​ ​little​ ​padawan​ ​it​ ​will​ ​work.”  

“Padawan?”  

“Please​ ​tell​ ​me​ ​you​ ​know​ ​what​ ​Star​ ​Wars​ ​is."​ ​Damian​ ​shook​ ​his​ ​head.​ 

​"Oh​ ​I​ ​am​ ​going​ ​to​ ​have​ ​so much​ ​fun​ ​catching​ ​you​ ​up​ ​on​ ​pop​ ​culture.​ ​Anyway​ ​we​ ​just​ ​have​ ​to​ ​fill​ ​out​ ​his​ ​registration​ ​papers and​ ​we​ ​can​ ​leave.”  Annabella​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​some​ ​farms​ ​from​ ​a​ ​filing​ ​cabinet​ ​and​ ​began​ ​to​ ​fill​ ​them​ ​out.  

“So​ ​what​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​name​ ​him?”  

“I​ ​was​ ​thinking​ ​Pennyworth.”  

“You​ ​want​ ​to​ ​name​ ​him​ ​after​ ​Alfred?”  

“Is​ ​that​ ​a​ ​problem?”  

“No​ ​not​ ​at​ ​all.​ ​Trust​ ​me​ ​it's​ ​refreshing​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​a​ ​name​ ​that​ ​isn't​ ​Captain​ ​McFluffykins​ ​or​ ​Admiral Meow.”  

“Do​ ​people​ ​really​ ​name​ ​their​ ​animals​ ​like​ ​that​ ​or​ ​are​ ​you​ ​joking?”  

“Nope​ ​totally​ ​serious.”  

“Kids​ ​are​ ​weird.”  

“Technically​ ​you​ ​are​ ​a​ ​kid.”  

“Pre-teen.”  

“Yeah​ ​whatever.​ ​Okay​ ​paperwork​ ​done​ ​let's​ ​go​ ​home."​ ​Annabella​ ​grabbed​ ​a​ ​small​ ​carrier​ ​and Damian​ ​helped​ ​put​ ​the​ ​sleeping​ ​kitten​ ​in.  

When​ ​they​ ​reached​ ​the​ ​car​ ​Annabella​ ​slipped​ ​the​ ​carrier​ ​in​ ​the​ ​backseat.​ ​She​ ​tossed​ ​her​ ​keys​ ​to Damian​ ​who​ ​quickly​ ​caught​ ​them.  

"You​ ​know​ ​your​ ​way​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​manor​ ​right​ ​dragon​ ​head?"​ ​Annabella​ ​asked.  

"I​ ​thought​ ​Father​ ​said​ ​I​ ​couldn't​ ​drive.”  

“I​ ​won't​ ​tell​ ​if​ ​you​ ​won't​ ​tell.​ ​But​ ​if​ ​we​ ​get​ ​pulled​ ​over​ ​your​ ​15​ ​and​ ​I'm​ ​teaching​ ​you​ ​how​ ​to​ ​drive.” Damian​ ​smirked.  

“Trust​ ​me​ ​we​ ​won't​ ​get​ ​pulled​ ​over."​ ​Damian​ ​quickly​ ​made​ ​his​ ​way​ ​to​ ​the​ ​driver's​ ​seat​ ​as Annabella​ ​slipped​ ​into​ ​the​ ​passenger​ ​seat.  

"Who​ ​knows​ ​maybe​ ​having​ ​a​ ​sister​ ​wouldn't​ ​be​ ​so​ ​bad​ ​after​ ​all."​ ​Said​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​stared​ ​the cat.  

"Oh​ ​we'll​ ​see​ ​about​ ​that."​ ​Annabella​ ​said​ ​with​ ​a​ ​chuckle,​ ​already​ ​thinking​ ​of​ ​the​ ​headache​ ​they​ ​are going​ ​to​ ​give​ ​their​ ​father.  

*three​ ​years​ ​later*  

Annabella​ ​groaned​ ​as​ ​she​ ​walked​ ​the​ ​halls​ ​of​ ​Watchtower.​ ​After​ ​two​ ​weeks​ ​the​ ​Justice​ ​League was​ ​finally​ ​able​ ​to​ ​defeat​ ​an​ ​alien​ ​race​ ​that​ ​threatened​ ​to​ ​invade.​ ​Now​ ​after​ ​a​ ​shower,​ ​getting checked​ ​at​ ​the​ ​med​ ​bay​ ​to​ ​get​ ​her​ ​broken​ ​arm​ ​in​ ​a​ ​cast,​ ​and​ ​slipping​ ​into​ ​a​ ​fresh​ ​clean​ ​suit​ ​all​ ​she wanted​ ​to​ ​do​ ​was​ ​just​ ​home​ ​and​ ​sleep​ ​for​ ​a​ ​month.​ ​She​ ​was​ ​walking​ ​down​ ​an​ ​empty​ ​hallway when​ ​she​ ​felt​ ​a​ ​strong​ ​pair​ ​of​ ​arms​ ​wrap​ ​around​ ​her​ ​waist​ ​and​ ​quickly​ ​yank​ ​her​ ​into​ ​a​ ​small​ ​broom closet.​ ​A​ ​soft​ ​blue​ ​glow​ ​came​ ​from​ ​behind​ ​her​ ​and​ ​she​ ​stroked​ ​her​ ​boyfriends​ ​tattooed​ ​that provided​ ​them​ ​light​ ​in​ ​the​ ​dark​ ​space.  

"Hello​ ​my​ ​love."​ ​Kaldur​ ​whispered​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pressed​ ​a​ ​small​ ​kiss​ ​to​ ​the​ ​base​ ​of​ ​her​ ​neck.  

"Hello​ ​cariño.​ ​I​ ​missed​ ​you."​ ​Annabella​ ​turned​ ​and​ ​gave​ ​him​ ​a​ ​sweet​ ​kiss.  

"Are​ ​you​ ​alright?"​ ​He​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​noticed​ ​her​ ​arm.  

"Just​ ​a​ ​broken​ ​arm,​ ​couple​ ​of​ ​bruised​ ​ribs,​ ​and​ ​cuts​ ​and​ ​bruises​ ​just​ ​about​ ​everywhere​ ​but​ ​other than​ ​that​ ​I'm​ ​fine.​ ​Plus​ ​I​ ​heal​ ​fast​ ​so​ ​really​ ​no​ ​biggie."​ ​She​ ​shrugged,​ ​"what​ ​about​ ​you?”  

“A​ ​few​ ​new​ ​wounds​ ​here​ ​and​ ​there​ ​but​ ​I​ ​am​ ​fine​ ​as​ ​well."​ ​He​ ​replied,​ ​Annabella​ ​reached​ ​up​ ​and stroked​ ​his​ ​cheek​ ​and​ ​sighed​ ​as​ ​she​ ​gazed​ ​into​ ​his​ ​intense​ ​grey​ ​eyes.​ ​He​ ​held​ ​her​ ​hand​ ​and nuzzled​ ​into​ ​it​ ​kissing​ ​her​ ​palm.​ ​

"I​ ​do​ ​wish​ ​your​ ​family​ ​knew​ ​about​ ​us​ ​so​ ​we​ ​wouldn't​ ​have​ ​to​ ​hide like​ ​this.”  

“I​ ​know,​ ​I​ ​know​ ​and​ ​they​ ​will​ ​I​ ​promise​ ​as​ ​soon​ ​as​ ​we​ ​finishing​ ​cleaning​ ​up​ ​the​ ​damage​ ​that​ ​was cause​ ​we​ ​will​ ​tell​ ​them.​ ​And​ ​I​ ​hope​ ​Damian​ ​doesn't​ ​turn​ ​you​ ​into​ ​fresh​ ​sushi."​ ​Annabella​ ​smiled and​ ​Kaldur​ ​lightly​ ​chuckled.​ ​"Although​ ​I​ ​do​ ​have​ ​a​ ​family​ ​full​ ​of​ ​detectives​ ​I'm​ ​sure​ ​one​ ​of​ ​them​ ​is bound​ ​to​ ​know.”  

“Speaking​ ​of​ ​which​ ​long​ ​before​ ​they​ ​realize​ ​you​ ​are​ ​taking​ ​longer​ ​than​ ​usual​ ​to​ ​get​ ​to​ ​them?”  

“Maybe​ ​five​ ​more​ ​minutes?"​ ​It​ ​was​ ​more​ ​of​ ​a​ ​question​ ​than​ ​a​ ​statement.  

"Well​ ​in​ ​that​ ​case​ ​let's​ ​make​ ​the​ ​most​ ​of​ ​them."​ ​He​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​leaned​ ​down​ ​and​ ​kissed​ ​you​ ​with​ ​a passion​ ​that​ ​made​ ​her​ ​knees​ ​weak.  

He​ ​held​ ​her​ ​close,​ ​hands​ ​gripping​ ​her​ ​waist,​ ​almost​ ​as​ ​if​ ​he​ ​were​ ​afraid​ ​if​ ​he​ ​left​ ​go​ ​she​ ​would disappear.​ ​She​ ​wrapped​ ​her​ ​good​ ​hand​ ​behind​ ​his​ ​neck​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​make​ ​sure​ ​there​ ​was​ ​no​ ​space between​ ​them.​ ​Then​ ​suddenly​ ​the​ ​door​ ​flew​ ​open​ ​and​ ​someone​ ​cleared​ ​their​ ​throat.​ ​They​ ​both froze.​ ​Annabella​ ​slowly​ ​pulled​ ​away​ ​keeping​ ​her​ ​eyes​ ​closed.  

Please​ ​staff​ ​member,​ ​please​ ​be​ ​a​ ​staff​ ​member.  

She​ ​slowly​ ​opened​ ​her​ ​eyes​ ​and​ ​resisted​ ​the​ ​urge​ ​to​ ​groan.​ ​In​ ​a​ ​way​ ​she​ ​wished​ ​it​ ​was​ ​just​ ​her father.​ ​But​ ​apparently​ ​the​ ​universe​ ​did​ ​want​ ​that,​ ​because​ ​standing​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​them​ ​was​ ​her​ ​entire family.​ ​Dick​ ​and​ ​Tim​ ​looked​ ​amused,​ ​while​ ​Jason​ ​looked​ ​like​ ​he​ ​was​ ​debating​ ​which​ ​way​ ​he​ ​was going​ ​to​ ​murder​ ​Kaldur,​ ​Cass​ ​simply​ ​held​ ​her​ ​hand​ ​up​ ​while​ ​Barbara​ ​and​ ​Stephane​ ​handed​ ​her 20​ ​dollars,​ ​however​ ​Damian​ ​and​ ​Bruce​ ​both​ ​held​ ​blank​ ​expressions,​ ​which​ ​just​ ​made​ ​Annabella worry​ ​more.  

"Hey​ ​guys."​ ​She​ ​cringed​ ​at​ ​how​ ​high​ ​her​ ​voice​ ​sounded.  

"So​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Kaldur​ ​huh."​ ​Said​ ​Tim​ ​with​ ​a​ ​smirk​ ​that​ ​she​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​slap​ ​off.  

"Yup.”  

“How​ ​long?"​ ​Bruce​ ​spoke​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​sounding​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​rougher​ ​than​ ​usual.​ ​Annabella​ ​gulped.  

"Um​ ​five​ ​months."​ ​Again​ ​she​ ​cringed​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​her​ ​voice​ ​again.​ ​Damian​ ​huffed​ ​and​ ​stomped away.​ ​"Damian​ ​wait!”  

She​ ​ran​ ​after​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​leaving​ ​her​ ​poor​ ​boyfriend​ ​to​ ​fend​ ​off​ ​her​ ​family​ ​by​ ​himself.​ ​She​ ​looked around​ ​the​ ​main​ ​command​ ​center​ ​and​ ​cursed​ ​when​ ​she​ ​couldn't​ ​find​ ​him.​ ​She​ ​spotted​ ​Red Arrow.​ ​Or​ ​was​ ​it​ ​Arsenal​ ​now?​ ​Whatever​ ​these​ ​timelines​ ​were​ ​weird​ ​she​ ​quickly​ ​went​ ​up​ ​to​ ​him.  

“Ginger​ ​spice​ ​have​ ​you​ ​seen​ ​my​ ​brother?"​ ​She​ ​asked,​ ​the​ ​archer​ ​glared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​before​ ​answering.  

"I​ ​think​ ​I​ ​just​ ​saw​ ​him​ ​beam​ ​away."​ ​She​ ​let​ ​out​ ​a​ ​loud​ ​groan.  

"Did​ ​he​ ​find​ ​out​ ​about​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Kaldur?”  

“How​ ​did​ ​you…​ ​never​ ​mind​ ​later​ ​ginger​ ​spice!"​ ​She​ ​waved​ ​as​ ​she​ ​left.  

"You're​ ​not​ ​invited​ ​to​ ​karaoke​ ​night​ ​anymore!"​ ​He​ ​shouted.  

"That's​ ​what​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​always​ ​say!"​ ​She​ ​shouted​ ​back.  

She​ ​quickly​ ​put​ ​in​ ​the​ ​coordinates​ ​for​ ​the​ ​batcave​ ​and​ ​jumped​ ​on​ ​the​ ​platform​ ​to​ ​teleport.​ ​Once she​ ​was​ ​in​ ​the​ ​cave​ ​she​ ​raced​ ​upstairs​ ​and​ ​ran​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​manor.​ ​Once​ ​she​ ​was​ ​outside​ ​she made​ ​a​ ​beeline​ ​to​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​bigger​ ​trees​ ​where​ ​her​ ​tree​ ​house​ ​was.​ ​She​ ​leaned​ ​against​ ​the​ ​base of​ ​tree​ ​and​ ​huffed.​ ​Sitting​ ​there​ ​was​ ​Titus​ ​looking​ ​up​ ​at​ ​the​ ​tree​ ​house.  

Something​ ​is​ ​wrong​ ​with​ ​my​ ​human.  

"Yeah​ ​I​ ​know​ ​buddy.​ ​I'll​ ​talk​ ​to​ ​him."​ ​She​ ​said​ ​as​ ​she​ ​pet​ ​his​ ​head​ ​and​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​groaning.​ ​"I’m getting​ ​too​ ​old​ ​for​ ​this​ ​shit.”  

When​ ​she​ ​got​ ​up​ ​she​ ​poked​ ​her​ ​head​ ​in​ ​and​ ​saw​ ​Damian​ ​sitting​ ​on​ ​the​ ​small​ ​twin​ ​bed​ ​looking​ ​up at​ ​the​ ​stars​ ​through​ ​the​ ​open​ ​ceiling.​ ​Alfred​ ​was​ ​curled​ ​up​ ​at​ ​the​ ​foot​ ​of​ ​the​ ​bed.  

Miss​ ​Anna.​ ​He​ ​greeted,​ ​she​ ​smiled​ ​at​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​always​ ​finding​ ​it​ ​amusing​ ​how​ ​it​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​on Alfred's​ ​mannerism.​ ​

Petting​ ​his​ ​head​ ​as​ ​she​ ​passed​ ​him,​ ​she​ ​sat​ ​next​ ​to​ ​her​ ​brother.​ ​She​ ​waited as​ ​she​ ​looked​ ​up.  

“Why​ ​didn't​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​me?"​ ​He​ ​asked,​ ​she​ ​sighed.  

"We​ ​we're​ ​going​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​sooner​ ​but​ ​then​ ​the​ ​invasion​ ​happened.​ ​We​ ​didn't​ ​mean​ ​to​ ​hide​ ​it for​ ​so​ ​long."​ ​She​ ​said​ ​as​ ​she​ ​leaned​ ​over​ ​and​ ​rested​ ​her​ ​head​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulder.  

"Did​ ​it​ ​really​ ​have​ ​to​ ​be​ ​fish​ ​brain?"​ ​He​ ​sneered,​ ​she​ ​sighed.  

"Damian…​ ​when​ ​you​ ​died.​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​really​ ​handle​ ​it​ ​too​ ​well.​ ​If​ ​losing​ ​Jason​ ​and​ ​my​ ​grandmother broke​ ​me.​ ​Losing​ ​you​ ​it​ ​nearly​ ​killed​ ​me.​ ​And​ ​Kaldur​ ​he​ ​was​ ​the​ ​one​ ​to​ ​help​ ​me.​ ​And​ ​if​ ​it​ ​wasn’t for​ ​him​ ​I'm​ ​not​ ​really​ ​sure​ ​what​ ​you​ ​would've​ ​come​ ​back​ ​to.”  Damian​ ​wrapped​ ​his​ ​arms​ ​around​ ​his​ ​sister​ ​and​ ​held​ ​her​ ​close.​ ​She​ ​snuggled​ ​into​ ​his​ ​chest listening​ ​to​ ​his​ ​steady​ ​heartbeat​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​herself​ ​that​ ​he​ ​really​ ​was​ ​alive.  

“He​ ​makes​ ​you​ ​happy?”  

“Yes.”  He​ ​sighed​ ​and​ ​rubbed​ ​her​ ​shoulder. 

“Alright​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​can​ ​date.”  

“Really?”  

“Yes.”  

“Thank​ ​you."​ ​She​ ​smiled​ ​and​ ​hugged​ ​him.​ 

​"Come​ ​on​ ​dragon​ ​head​ ​let's​ ​go​ ​back​ ​inside​ ​I'm​ ​pretty sure​ ​everyone​ ​is​ ​waiting.”  

When​ ​they​ ​walked​ ​back​ ​into​ ​the​ ​manor​ ​sure​ ​enough​ ​everyone​ ​was​ ​standing​ ​around​ ​in​ ​the​ ​living room.​ ​Kaldur​ ​was​ ​sitting​ ​awkwardly​ ​on​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​sofas.  

“Alfred​ ​prepare​ ​some​ ​coffee​ ​it's​ ​going​ ​to​ ​be​ ​a​ ​long​ ​night."​ ​Said​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​seat​ ​in​ ​front of​ ​Kaldur.​ ​"Kaldur'ahm​ ​I​ ​am​ ​going​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​you​ ​a​ ​series​ ​of​ ​questions​ ​regarding​ ​my​ ​sister​ ​answer them​ ​correctly​ ​and​ ​you​ ​will​ ​proceed​ ​to​ ​complete​ ​an​ ​obstacle​ ​course.​ ​Then​ ​you​ ​will​ ​be​ ​allowed​ ​to be​ ​with​ ​my​ ​sister.”  

“Damian!​ ​Seriously!?​ ​You​ ​just​ ​told​ ​me​ ​we​ ​could​ ​date."​ ​Exclaimed​ ​Annabella.  

"That​ ​doesn't​ ​mean​ ​I​ ​can't​ ​test​ ​him."​ ​Said​ ​Damian.  

"Hey​ ​wait​ ​I​ ​want​ ​part​ ​of​ ​this​ ​interrogation."​ ​Said​ ​Jason​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​seat.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​a​ ​chorus​ ​of me​ ​too's​ ​as​ ​everyone​ ​took​ ​seats.  

"Dad?"​ ​Annabella​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​her​ ​father​ ​silently​ ​pleading​ ​for​ ​him​ ​to​ ​stop​ ​this.​ ​But​ ​he​ ​simply​ ​smiled back.​ ​Oh​ ​no​ ​that's​ ​never​ ​good.  

"Damian​ ​you​ ​may​ ​begin."​ ​Said​ ​Bruce.  

Annabella​ ​groaned​ ​as​ ​she​ ​stood​ ​off​ ​to​ ​the​ ​side.​ ​Alfred​ ​coming​ ​up​ ​beside​ ​her.  

"They​ ​are​ ​quite​ ​the​ ​handful​ ​aren't​ ​they​ ​miss."​ ​Said​ ​Alfred​ ​and​ ​Annabella​ ​leaned​ ​against​ ​him.  

"Yes​ ​they​ ​are​ ​but​ ​honestly​ ​I​ ​wouldn't​ ​have​ ​it​ ​any​ ​other​ ​way."​ ​She​ ​sighed​ ​as​ ​she​ ​watched​ ​her family​ ​interrogate​ ​her​ ​boyfriend​ ​with​ ​a​ ​small​ ​smile​ ​on​ ​her​ ​face. 

Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.
The Snape Dialogues: Our New Celebrity
  • Time: Harry's first year, after that first Potions class before dinner
  • Place: Gryffindor common room
  • Students: Harry, Ron and Hermione sit around a square, low table where they are doing their homework - Hermione is studious but Harry is brooding, and Ron is doodling
  • Hermione: You've been studying the flames in the fire forever, Harry. What are you thinking of?
  • Harry: Potions.
  • Ron: *looks up* Snape hates you mate.
  • Hermione: *indignant* He does not, Ron!
  • Ron: Yes he does, Hermione. He was picking on Harry all through class and if looks could... *Harry is standing, stares a bit more in decision* Harry?
  • Harry: I have to go talk to Professor Snape. I'll meet you later at dinner. *before Ron can stop him or Hermione can protest he has gone through the portrait door, and vanished*
  • Place: Down in the dungeons, Professor Snape's Office.
  • Snape: *glances up from his paperwork as there is a knock on his door* Come. *as the door opens he is surprised to see that annoying first year Gryffindor that has plagued his thoughts since the boy's impending arrival* Potter...
  • Harry: I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Snape, but I think we need to talk.
  • Snape: *points to one of two ladder-back wooden chairs in front of his desk - Harry sits then squirms to find a comfortable place* Stop fidgeting, Potter. That chair offers no comfort to my visitors. Now, why have you interrupted me?
  • Harry: *hesitates as he clasps his fingers tautly in his lap* I'm not a bad student, Professor Snape. *the older wizard does not answer other than a raised eyebrow which tells Harry his teacher does not believe him* I know I couldn't answer anything in class but... *lifts his book bag to his lap and starts rummaging around in it then takes out his Potions notebook - he pushes it across the desk* First page, Sir. It's new.... uhm... please look?
  • Snape: *picks up the notebook and flips the cover to reveal the first page - Harry has written upon it with somewhat blotchy letters but a steady hand* That is my speech word for word. Did someone write this down for you, Potter?
  • Harry: *sighs and shakes his head* No, Sir, that's my writing. Your speech was brilliant and I wanted to remember it.
  • Snape: Indeed. *closes the notebook and puts it down upon the surface of his desk* Then perhaps you will enlighten me as to why you had not read the first chapter of today's lesson.
  • Harry: *hesitates and shifts even though nothing can make him feel comfortable - the Potions Master simply waits - finally he speaks in a soft voice* My... wouldn't... read...
  • Snape: *scowls* Potter, speak up or I will send you away for wasting my time.
  • Harry: *nods nervously, then blurts* My Uncle wouldn't let me read any of my textbooks. He locked them in the basement after I came home from Diagon Alley.
  • Snape: That sounds a bit extreme. Were you being punished for some infraction, Potter.
  • Harry: *knows that his teacher is thinking the worst of him* Always, Professor Snape. My relatives don't like me and they like magic even less. Headmaster Dumbledore sent my aunt and uncle a note with my letter telling them I had to go but they still tried to stop that from happening.
  • Snape: *leans forward and puts his elbows upon the surface of his desk - he is intrigued, now* Tell me, Mr. Potter, of the day Hagrid was sent to fetch you to take you to Diagon Alley.
  • Harry: *shifts again, coughs once nervously, and is surprised to find a glass of water hovering in front of him - he takes it and drinks* Thank you, Sir. *a wave of his teacher's hand and the water is Vanished* Well, when the first letter for me showed up by owl my Uncle burned it. It just kind of exploded at that point. By the end of the day there were lots of owls outside the house and letters were exploding through the windows and down the chimney. My uncle grabbed me and my cousin and we got in the car where Uncle Vernon drove us all the way to the ocean and rented us a tiny cabin practically out in the ocean. Aunt Petunia was sure no one would find us and my cousin and I were sent to bed. *he drew in a deep breath and then related how he woke at midnight to celebrate his birthday and then Hagrid arrived, yelled at his aunt and uncle, gave Dudley a pigtail, and took him away to London* Diagon Alley was just brilliant, Sir! *he smiles*
  • Snape: For any first year, be they Muggle-born or wizard-born it is a truly magical sight, Mr. Potter. Now, relate to me what happened when you returned home.
  • Harry: *sighs knowing he would have to reveal things he didn't even want to think about* Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard and locked my new trunk and all of my stuff in the basement. Hedwig, my owl, got away and I think she flew to Hogwarts. So, you see I would have read all of my textbooks just like Hermione did but... I couldn't.
  • Snape: You had a few hours before classes began today, Mr. Potter. Why did you not read anything in that time?
  • Harry: *fidgeting once more* I don't want to get my new friend in trouble.
  • Snape: *sits back and unclasps his hands* Then, there is no more to say, Potter...
  • Harry: *grimaces* Fine! All right... I was going to read some of my textbooks and Hermione even suggested I could read with her but Ron took my books and hid them and told me we didn't have to do anything until we got homework. Please don't punish Ron, Sir, he'll stop being my friend.
  • Snape: *peers at the boy* And, that is important to you, is it not? Having your friends. *Harry nods miserably - sure that Ron will never be friends with him again* Technically, your friend is correct in that you really need not do anything before the formal start of term. *leans slightly forward* However, we teachers suggest that you prepare for classes before term starts which is one of the reasons we send your letters a month in advance of the term's start. *Harry is about to interrupt but his teacher holds up his hand* Yes, Mr. Potter, I do understand that your guardians were averse to you even having your Hogwarts things near. And, I should like to understand more about this 'cupboard' of yours.
  • Harry: *looks down at clasped hands* Uhm... you heard me say that out loud, huh?
  • Snape: *smirks* My hearing is quite good, Mr. Potter. The 'cupboard' issue aside for now, allow me to ask you this... if you liked my speech before class, what did you hope Potions would be like before you attended.
  • Harry: *brightens* Well, that's real magic, isn't it? Hermione told me that Potions isn't just stirring a bunch of ingredients together. It's using your own magic to make the potion what it is. I told her it was like the Chemistry I saw on television. It's science. It's discovering how to make neat things to help others. *deflates visibly* It... uhm... sorta doesn't seem that way now.
  • Snape: *rises from his desk* Follow me, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *obediently and curiously follows his teacher through an inner door to the Potions classroom - the Potions Master indicates to the Boy-Who-Lived to sit at his work table while he Summons a book from his desk* This is Daimon Grayling's Book of Potions. It contains recipes for a variety of potions I use beyond the textbooks in all of my classes. I should like you to turn to page 94, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *takes the book, notes that it is stained and well-worn, and then he turns to the requested page* Hush-A-Bye Elixir. It sounds pretty. What does it do?
  • Snape: It was created by a young Hogwarts student for her NEWTs in 1977 and it is intended to be a gentle sleep aid for colicky babies. I would like for you to brew it, perfectly, without my input. All the ingredients are in the cabinet and the recipe details precisely what you need to do as you are brewing. I have lesson plans to go over so I will be at my desk. Only call upon me if you are in serious need of help. Begin, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *watches as the professor leaves his side so he reads the recipe, picks up the book, and gathers the ingredients he will need - soon he is brewing*
  • Time: An Hour later
  • Harry: *a smile fills his face as his potion fades from a muddy blue to a soft - pillowy - blue*
  • Snape: Very good, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *his head jerks up - he was not expecting his teacher behind him* I did it, Professor Snape.
  • Snape: *actually smiles - sort of* Indeed, Mr. Potter. You did acceptably well.
  • Harry: *beams and looks at his potion* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... Professor? I know I've never heard of her but who was it that created this potion?
  • Snape: *sighs wistfully* A very talented potions student, Mr. Potter. Her name was Lily Evans. *Harry's jaw drops, and his teacher stretches out a finger to tap the boy's mouth closed* Your mother, Mr. Potter. *he hands the happily shocked student a note and Harry takes it slowly* You have missed dinner. This gives you permission to receive your meal in your common room. Clean up and then you are dismissed, Mr. Potter. *returns to his desk*
  • Harry: *quickly cleans his work table and then bottles the potion then takes it to his teacher* Can anyone use this potion, Professor Snape?
  • Snape: *takes the large bottle* I will put the Hush-A-Bye into single dose ampoules which I will send to Slug & Jiggers in your name. That should provide you with a tidy allowance for whatever you wish to use the gold for.
  • Harry: *beyond over-joyed* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... yeah... really... thank you! *turns and trots to the door of the classroom but then he stops, turns, and turns a serious expression upon his face* You aren't going to change towards me in class and stuff, aren't you, Professor?
  • Snape: *shakes his head slowly* I cannot change, Mr. Potter. However, you are invited to bring questions and concerns to me before dinner. Use a Disillusionment Charm, though, and no one shall ever know.
  • Harry: *nods - and then leaves*
  • Snape: *studies the potion then looks towards the closed door* I will know about your 'cupboard' next time, Mr. Potter.

rejection-isnt-failure  asked:

I often feel like I'm not good enough for people. Like nothing I do will ever make people proud of me or even like me. My whole life is about giving to people and they never even realise I'm there. Why do I often feel like I have to change myself to fit their definition of perfect? That's something I told myself I'd never do. I don't have many friends and no one has ever really wanted to get to know me. I'm 21 and feel as lonely as ever. Alex, London

Hi Alex. Honestly, moving past what other people think about us and not comparing ourselves to others can be really hard. First, it’s important to realize that having lots of friends doesn’t necessarily make you feel more connected - what’s most important is having someone you can talk to and be honest with about how you are feeling. Sometimes I takes awhile to find that person. Just know that many of us have had those moments when it felt like we were all alone in the world and no one understand us or even cares. Those moments pass. Take care of yourself. Make time to give back to yourself. Make lists of things you are grateful for and like about yourself….even when it’s hard. And if you need help or support, don’t be afraid to ask for it. We believe in you. We see you. #loveislouder #loudertogether #answertime

anonymous asked:

I am starting the KCL Shakespeare Studies MA and I'm already panicked as all hell. What if I'm not good enough, what if I run out of money, what if no one on the course really likes me and just thinks I'm a stupid, attention seeking tool who has no right to be among them... How was the first week for you? What helped you settle and ease into the course? I don't want to mess it up...

Okay, so definitely don’t panic. I won’t tell you it’s a chill program, because it’s very demanding, but trust that your professors are going to give you all the tools you need to do well. Here’s my advice:

  1. Remain calm. Freaking out is only going to make things worse for you and everyone who wants to help you. You’re not getting any grades right away and you’ll have a couple of trial runs before you get a grade that actually counts, so you have plenty of time to get comfortable.
  2. Do the reading, but don’t fall into the trap of thinking you have to do all of it. Trust me. I did the program. Do as much reading as you need to to understand the material, but don’t kill yourself trying to read every item listed on the syllabus. They don’t expect you to. Optional assignments really are optional. More here.
  3. Unless you’re truly incapable of taking notes by hand, don’t bring your laptop to class. You won’t need it, and it’ll just distract you and everyone else. Not to mention, you really don’t want to be that person who everyone knows is just Facebooking or online shopping when they’re supposed to be engaged. Peers and professors will notice. So if that’s going to be a temptation for you, leave the laptop at home and type your notes up later. (Not to mention, you’re going to be walking a lot between the Globe and VWB and laptops are heavy.)
  4. When building a bibliography, work backwards. When you’re working on a paper, start with the most recent criticism on a topic and use their bibliographies to see what went before that had a significant impact. This is a much easier/smarter way to research than splashing around in the 1950s with a bunch of stuff that isn’t really important anymore and having to shoehorn all the recent stuff in right before the deadline. 
  5. The easiest way to get along with your peers is to (1) not be competitive and (2) not be selfish. First things first: Don’t ask people about their grades, because everybody loses. If they did poorly they feel terrible, and if they did well they feel like an asshole. It’s none of your business. Don’t do it. DON’T. This shit should stop in middle school. Do, however, absolutely talk to them about their topics and their research process and get interested in what they’re talking about. You’re all going to have different interests and specialties and having all those interests in the same room is partly what makes this program so amazing. And here’s what you have to remember: you’re not competing with your peers for a limited number of good grades or good impressions. So don’t compare yourself to them, and don’t try to ‘outdo’ anybody. (Especially, don’t name-drop. If you’ve worked with someone important in the past and it happens to come up, great. If you bring it up at every possible opportunity, you will invoke a lot of eye-rolling and no one will actually be impressed.) Another great way to not make friends is to monopolize time and resources. How many people are in a conversation? Five? Then you should really only be providing 1/5 of the dialogue and if it feels like more, slow down a minute and let someone else talk. We’re all excited about what we’re working on, not just you. So get interested in what other people are saying, not just what you have to say. Similarly, share resources. If there’s a play that everyone needs by Wednesday and you’re the first person to get it out of the library, don’t hoard it until Tuesday night. People will come after you.
  6. Specificity is your friend. The smaller your paper topics, the better the paper you can write. Niche is not bad. A lot more on this under the academic writing tag.
  7. Start thinking about your dissertation now. Don’t freak out about it, but the sooner you start thinking and reading on the topic you think you might be interested in, the better off you’ll be. 
  8. Talk to your professors. If you’re confused about something or just feel like you need a little more guidance, email your profs. Go see them during office hours. These are smart, amazing people and it would be foolish not to absorb as much of their knowledge as you can. Again, don’t monopolize anyone, but don’t be afraid to ask for help or even just elucidation. 
  9. Go out and do stuff. It can be kind of overwhelming suddenly starting graduate school in a new city where you’re on a course with 30 people you don’t know. It can be tempting to just hole up in your room and drink tea and unwind at the end of the day. And that’s fine, but don’t miss out on opportunities because of it. Go out for drinks with people. Suggest grabbing pizza after class. Have a movie night. Get to know your classmates and London. The sooner you go exploring, the sooner you’ll start to feel at home. 
  10. Budget. London is expensive. Take an afternoon and sit down and figure out how much you can spend each month, and leave yourself a cushion, because you never know when something’s going to go wrong and you need to grab a cab or buy a book you can’t find in the library or whatever. Make a monthly budget, break it down by necessities, and then see what’s leftover for fun stuff. Most importantly, STICK TO THY BUDGET. The last thing you want is for term paper season to roll around and to be panicking about your bank account when you should be working. Also: open an English bank account as soon as possible if you don’t already have one. It can be kind of a hassle, but the sooner you do it the sooner you stop getting gouged by exorbitant ATM fees.

This probably feels like a lot, but I swear you’re going to be fine. It’s overwhelming but in a really great way. Try to savor every minute because it’ll be over before you know it. I turned my dissertation in about a month ago today, and while I don’t particularly miss that, I miss being on the course already. You have no idea (yet) how lucky you are.

This final scene from Gone With The Wind (1939) breaks my heart every time.
  • Scarlett: What are you doing?
  • Rhett Butler: I'm leaving you, my dear. All you need now is a divorce and your dreams of Ashley can come true.
  • Scarlett: Oh, no! No, you're wrong, terribly wrong! I don't want a divorce. Oh Rhett, but I knew tonight, when I... when I knew I loved you, I ran home to tell you, oh darling, darling!
  • Rhett Butler: Please don't go on with this, Leave us some dignity to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this last.
  • Scarlett: This last? Oh Rhett, do listen to me, I must have loved you for years, only I was such a stupid fool, I didn't know it. Please believe me, you must care! Melly said you did.
  • Rhett Butler: I believe you. What about Ashley Wilkes?
  • Scarlett: I... I never really loved Ashley.
  • Rhett Butler: You certainly gave a good imitation of it, up till this morning. No Scarlett, I tried everything. If you'd only met me half way, even when I came back from London.
  • Scarlett: I was so glad to see you. I was, Rhett, but you were so nasty.
  • Rhett Butler: And then when you were sick, it was all my fault... I hoped against hope that you'd call for me, but you didn't.
  • Scarlett: I wanted you. I wanted you desperately but I didn't think you wanted me.
  • Rhett Butler: It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.
  • Scarlett: Oh, Rhett, Rhett please don't say that. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything.
  • Rhett Butler: My darling, you're such a child. You think that by saying, "I'm sorry," all the past can be corrected. Here, take my handkerchief. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.
  • Scarlett: Rhett! Rhett, where are you going?
  • Rhett Butler: I'm going back to Charleston, back where I belong.
  • Scarlett: Please, please take me with you!
  • Rhett Butler: No, I'm through with everything here. I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace. Do you know what I'm talking about?
  • Scarlett: No! I only know that I love you.
  • Rhett Butler: That's your misfortune.
  • [Rhett turns to walk down the stairs]
  • Scarlett: Oh, Rhett!
  • [Scarlett watches Rhett walk to the door]
  • Scarlett: Rhett!
  • [runs down the stairs after Rhett]
  • Scarlett: Rhett, Rhett!
  • [catches him as he's walking out the front door]
  • Scarlett: Rhett... if you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?
  • Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
  • [Rhett walks off into the fog]
Pathetically

A/N: I posted this before but tumblr screwed up so I’m posting it again. 

Description: Phil isn’t sure what they are any more. Then he screws up. 

Word Count: 2K


Their situation is fucked up. Like… well and truly beyond what is normal.

Phil first met Dan four years ago. At the time Dan had a girlfriend. Phil can still remember the disappointment he’d felt at that. Dan was… everything he was attracted to. Smart, funny, sarcastic, quick witted… the fact that he was also very nice to look at didn’t help Phil’s immediate crush at all.

The first year he knew Dan was confusing. There were moments. Many moments between them. And Phil wasn’t sure if he was just projecting the feelings he couldn’t seem to will away on to innocent situations, or if there was actually tension between them.

They were glances amongst conversation when no one else was paying attention. Late nights texting each other well in to early hours of the morning. It was Dan always making sure he was sitting next to Phil and nudging him at every inside joke they had (because in that first year they shared so many jokes between them).

And it could have all been innocent.

But Phil wasn’t sure.

Then, exactly a year after they had met, Dan told him.

‘Emily and I broke up.’

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Possible scenarios for season 4: Possible episode opening scene
  • *the camera goes through the views of London in a quiet, calm evening. In reaches a side alley, goes through the wall of a building entering the flat in 221B, in which things are clearly not calm. We go through the kitchen, smoked and scorched, and reach the living room, where we meet a pissed off John Watson and an impatient Sherlock holding a fire extinguisher, standing in front of a crying baby in a trolley*
  • John: Jesus! Sherlock! *picks up the baby and embraces her* what the hell?! you said you had a "problem"!!!
  • Sherlock: I did.
  • John: you should have given a wider explanation!
  • Sherlock: what else did you want me to explain?
  • John: maybe, I don't know, "the bloody flat is on fire!!"
  • Sherlock: That wasn't the problem. The problem was that your baby wouldn't stop crying.
  • John: right, why would a baby cry when there's a bloody fire?!
  • Sherlock: I honestly wouldn't know. I put the fire off a while ago, yet she's still crying.
  • John: of course she is, she's traumatized!
  • Sherlock: traumatized? Of what? She wasn't anywhere near the fire!
  • John: THERE SHOULDN'T BE ANY FIRE!!
  • *The baby starts crying harder*
  • John: oh no... Sshhh.. *anxiously moving from side to side, trying to calm her. Her cry weakens*
  • John: how did this even happen?
  • Sherlock: it was just a little experiment going slightly unexpected.
  • John: unex - you can't have experiments when the baby's here!
  • Sherlock: what?! Why not?!
  • John: because you have to give her your full attention, she's far more important then your stupid experiments!
  • Sherlock: my experiments could lead to significant science breakthroughs, while your baby can barely chew her own food, so part me if I -
  • John: *fiercely* Sherlock, you just put my daughter's life in serious danger. Do you even care?
  • Sherlock: *nervously* she wasn't in any danger, I had everything under control!!
  • *the baby starts crying again*
  • *from the sided alley of the building, the shouting from 221b is vaguely heard. Someone is standing there, only seen from over their shoulder, wearing a coat's hood covering the back of their head, listening*
  • *back in the apartment*
  • Sherlock: *cranky* don't you know how to stop this? I've tried everything.
  • John: have you tried holding her?
  • Sherlock: have I tried - what?
  • John: holding her. In your arms.
  • Sherlock: why would she need me doing that?
  • John: because she's a baby, she needs warmth.
  • Sherlock: if she needs warmth, why was she so upset about a fire?
  • John: FOR CHRIST SAKE - !
  • *puts the baby in the trolley before she starts crying again*
  • John: Can I trust you? Hmm? Can I? Because right now, I'm having serious doubts whether I can leave you with the most precious thing in the world to me.
  • Sherlock: of course you can trust - why do you care so much if I'm good with Elizabeth anyway?
  • John: Because we want to make you godfather!!
  • *silence*
  • Sherlock: ...what?
  • John: yes, yes.
  • Sherlock: you - you want to make me -
  • John: yes. But we can't do it unless we /know/ we can trust you. With her. With Elizabeth.
  • Sherlock: *looks down, frowning, calculating*
  • John: *looks at him, trying to read him*
  • Sherlock: well.. If she's going to be my goddaughter she'll have to build a stronger character.
  • John: what?
  • Sherlock: she'll have to get use to all this. If she is her father's daughter.
  • John:
  • *The door opens and Mary walks in*
  • John: ah !
  • Mary: I came as fast as I could - oh my god! You really burned the whole place!
  • Sherlock: THE BABY WASN'T ON FIRE!
  • Mary: Jesus, Sherlock... (Checks on sleeping Elizabeth in the trolley)
  • John: *chuckles* unbelievable... Only you can screw up babysitting that bad. I honestly cannot think of a way things could get any worse.
  • *an orgasmic woman moan is heard abruptly*
  • *everyone's heads turn to Sherlock's phone on the table, which is still lighted*
  • Mary: what was that? Are you watching "movies" while the baby's here?
  • John: *quietly* Sherlock... Sherlock what was that?
  • Sherlock: *keeps staring at his phone with horror*
  • John: Tell me this is not what I think it is.
  • Mary: John, what is going on?
  • John: This is impossible. Her phone is here, in this apartment!
  • Sherlock: *walks slowly towards the table, never breaking his look from the phone. John takes a step forward after him)
  • John: Sherlock, She's dead. She's been dead for years. She was never in witness protection. (Realizes) You knew that, didn't you?
  • Sherlock: *reads the text, still horrified*
  • Mary: what is going on here?!
  • John: what does it say? *Sherlock doesn't answer* Sherlock, what does it say?
  • An unmistakable voice from the door: 'You didn't have to burn your kitchen just to cook me dinner, Mr Holmes'.
  • *everyone turns around. John is shocked. Mary is overwhelmed and confused. Sherlock stares with an unreadable mix of emotions. Irene Adler is standing at the door, hair tied up, black dress, her lips are smirking, but her eyes express something other than that, something more painful. The camera phone, supposed to be safely locked in Sherlock's desk drawer, is held tightly in her hand.*
  • *dramatic opening theme start playing*

anonymous asked:

I'm embarrased to ask this... I feel bad because you don't have time :( But, could you write the moment when Draco asked Hermione to go out in a date, and then the date itself. We read Ginny's perspective, and I'm intrigued to see it in direct person. I understand If you can't write, thank you anyway :)

(ANON NEVER BE EMBARRASSED OR SHY ABOUT ASKING ME TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU! If I’m busy, it may take me a while to response, but I love writing, especially requests <3)

[ This is part of the Needing Is One Thing; Getting? Getting’s Another drabble series! The rest can be found HERE! ]

“That’s completely preposterous,” Blaise was saying, in the middle of their political debate. “In fact, it’s so preposterous that I’m going to need to leave and get myself another drink so that I can inebriate myself to an appropriate level to engage you.”

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him as he got up, moving away. Leaving her alone with Malfoy, who was as odious and awful as ever.

Silence reigned for a few moments.

“Granger,” he said, suddenly, and she sighed through her nose. Here we go. Let the insults begin. 

Stiffly, she glanced at him, waiting.

He looked unsure of himself, which was something she’d never seen out of him – at least, outside of the early years of school. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “Did you hear about the new air and space museum opening?”

Stunned, Hermione stared at him. “Of course I did. Did you?” she asked, squinting. That was Muggle stuff, and as far as she knew, Draco Malfoy did not bother himself with Muggle stuff. Especially when it was science-based Muggle stuff. She supposed he could pull the stick far enough out of his ass to frequent an art museum, maybe, but a flight one?

“Yes,” he said, a little testily. “I like to keep apprised of what’s going on.”

She shook her head a bit. “But it’s a Muggle museum,” she pointed out, frowning a bit. It was just so out of character for him.

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My TV this spring part 4 (Black Sails)
  • SPOILERS: Incoming for Black Sails S03
  • Netflix: You remember Pirates of the Caribbean?
  • Me: Yes?
  • Netflix: This is like Pirates of the Caribbean, but with actually good female characters, polyamory, bisexuality and naked people having sex - yet it's more realistic, historically more accurate, way better written, even has a decent take on the racism and slavery of the era, and the pirates are hotter than Jack Sparrow –
  • Charles Vane: Hi
  • Me: Jesus Christ!!!
  • Charles Vane: With abs. I am like Jesus, but with abs.
  • **
  • James Flint: I am the most fearsome ginger pirate you have ever seen.
  • Billy Bones: I'm the second most fearsome ginger pirate you have ever seen. Also, my biceps are the size of Max's thighs.
  • Max: And here you can see both of them in their bare glory, leading up to the perfection that is my ass. Have you ever seen anything like it?
  • Anne Bonny: I sure as hell haven't. Can I lick it?
  • Jack Rackham: Now that we're on the subject, let's have a threesome.
  • **
  • Charles Vane: I am like Thor, except my hair is darker. Excuse me while I pound this rock with my hammer while not wearing a shirt.
  • Eleanor Guthrie: I have this hobby: I fuck the hottest people on this island. Vane was the hottest man I could find. Max was the hottest woman I could find. After myself, I mean.
  • James Flint: Let's murder England because he took my hot boyfriend away from me.
  • Miranda Hamilton: Hey, that's a priest over there. Come, priesty priesty, I want to fuck you.
  • John Silver: I'm a lying little shit who stays alive on the ship solely by flirting with the captain.
  • James Flint: ...
  • James Flint: ...
  • John Silver: Where are you?
  • James Flint: Somewhere between fuck you and I'd fuck you.
  • John Silver: ...
  • **
  • Max: You know, there are actually many serious themes handled by this show that would be worth writing about.
  • Max's cleavage: Hi
  • **
  • Eleanor Guthrie: First I ran Nassau. Then Charles and I had a lovers' row and he hanged my father. Now he's my mortal enemy. They tried to hang me in London but I weaseled my way back by fucking the to-be governor of Nassau.
  • Charles Vane: You're leaving out the fact that I actually loved you.
  • Eleanor Guthrie: I tend to forget things like that.
  • Charles Vane: You do, and because of that I became like Anakin Skywalker: an angry and dangerous ex-slave with a lame surrogate father who is unable to keep him in check.
  • Edward Teach: ...
  • **
  • Max: I'm the queen of Nassau now, AND my ass is still hot. I miss Anne so much that I have sex with whores and imagine they're her.
  • Jack Rackham: England is shipping me to the Spaniards who will hang me for stealing their gold. I wonder who'd ambush the carriage and knife everyone to death to save me AND the treasure.
  • Anne Bonny: Never a boring day with the two of you. Fuck.
  • **
  • John Silver: We have become codependent in such a creepy and destructive way that I have started suspecting the length of your hair inversely correlates with the length of my beard.
  • James Flint: ...
  • **
  • Charles Vane: I am like Sirius Black, a sexy hothead with long hair and absolutely no desire to get married.
  • Charles Vane: Except that I won't die, like, prematurely.
  • Charles Vane: Or wait...
  • James Flint: I think we are at the part where you get hanged.
  • Charles Vane: Remember when YOU were about to get hanged? Remember I barged in and killed everyone to save you?
  • James Flint: Yeah well. It's different this time. You are actually getting hanged in my stead because Black Sails got renewed for another season and the original finale where I die while Silver whispers and weeps in the crowds will never happen. So excuse me while I make myself busy on a beach.
  • Charles Vane: Oh. Okay then.
  • Billy Bones: Hey! WTF man!
  • Charles Vane: Shhh. It's all right.
  • Fandom: This isn't happening, is it?
  • Eleanor Guthrie: If you thought I was a shit when I dumped Max...
  • **
  • Madi: No homo, OK? I'm your future wife.
  • John Silver: Uh, of course not. It's not like I'm GAY or anything. Hold me while I gather the strength to court the man of my dreams by embracing the blackest depths of his soul.
  • Silverflint fandom: *snort*
  • **
  • Treasure: I'm getting buried here on an island. Hehe, see what I did there?
  • James Flint: We are all alone in this dark forest. Time for musings.
  • John Silver: Well then. I can't stop thinking about how evil and ruined you are. I mean, I have tried but I can't. I think about it day and night. I can't sleep and I barely eat. I can't talk about anything else.
  • James Flint: ;)
  • John Silver: ...
  • John Silver: You're so vile and corrupted, you don't even have any friends. Except for me.
  • James Flint: Is that what we are now? ;)
  • John Silver: ...
  • John Silver: Everyone whom you love get destroyed!
  • James Flint: The hatred burning in me is the love I felt for them. The revenge I take was born out of the embraces I never got to give to them.
  • John Silver: ...
  • John Silver: I think I'm turning to the dark side for you.
  • James Flint: Really?
  • John Silver: Before I do though, can you tell me why, exactly, we are getting everyone killed fighting this horrible war?
  • James Flint: Because I once fell in love with a hot man and England took him away from me. Like I said, revenge.
  • John Silver: ...
  • John Silver: You are so bad.
  • James Flint: And you will be the death of me.
  • John Silver: Literally or figuratively?
  • James Flint: ;) xoxoxo
  • John Silver: ...
  • **
  • John Silver: Say my name!
  • Max: Long John Silver.
  • Billy Bones: You're damn right.
Joel (Vinesauce) Sentence Meme
  • : --|) Send one and see how my muse reacts!
  • --> [ WINDOWS XP DESTRUCTION ] <--
  • "It's a little old, ____."
  • "He has like, spikes too, right?"
  • "God, I can't stand it, even ironically."
  • "The trick is to just spam it."
  • "IT'S LOOKING GOOD."
  • "NAKED LADIES?! WHAT?!"
  • "Oh god, my poor computer..."
  • "How about... Expand Dong?"
  • "I'll show you all the bestality porn to corrupt you."
  • "This is like the olden days of ____, where you just _____."
  • "Now we got that we gotta add some WACKY EFFECTS."
  • "Safe installer? Probably the safest installer in the world."
  • "Still up after all these years, what the hell..."
  • "THE JAMMINEST."
  • "And my friend with no talent, he would always ____."
  • "WHOSE BEEN DRAWING DICKS?"
  • "Kup teraz!"
  • "More like my credit card information."
  • "Love the sound of that."
  • "It's like it's a nuke about to blow off and we're sitting here at the safe distance."
  • --> [ CORPSE IN THE FRIDGE ] <--
  • "BRONY JOKE."
  • "With my wah."
  • "I don't care what anyone else thinks, I think you're hot."
  • "MOCK APPEARANCE?"
  • "Oh goddamn, you're ugly."
  • "You've got some issues, and I'm not sticking around to deal with them."
  • "Don't insult him, he's a god of shapeshifting."
  • "No, not in the toilet."
  • "HELP."
  • "Sick moves."
  • "Aw, what the hell...."
  • "Morning ritual - take a shit in the bush."
  • "I made him into a vegetable, man!"
  • "I JUST WANT SOME FUCKIN' JUICE."
  • "Goddamnit, ____, not again! You smug piece of poop."
  • "I am crying so bad."
  • "A moment like this needs music like this."
  • --> [ POKEDRAW ] <--
  • "Alright. I know the ____ really good."
  • "You know this is gonna be a fuckin' disaster."
  • "Lil' wink."
  • "How do I make him blue fast?!"
  • "Swiggity swooty, I am comin' for the booty."
  • "They are born with pants. These pants are flesh."
  • "BOO. BOOOO. SPOOKY HOUSE MOTHERFUCKER."
  • "Fucking great. Fuckin' ace."
  • "Lookit him. Give him some rose tinted fifties cheeks."
  • "Oh great. More horses."
  • "BEES. ....I hate bees."
  • "Dog. Dog. Dog. Dog. Dog?"
  • "This got grim so quick."
  • "How's he sitting?"
  • "Juicy."
  • "He looks like Dracula now."
  • "I'm gonna blow your mind."
  • "Somebody glued a Wheetabix to the cat."
  • "He looks like a cinnamon bun!!"
  • "This guy's goin' to work!"
  • "I can do this!"
  • "I tried. That's a bootleg ____ if I ever saw one."
  • "Screw you guys, I'm goin' home."
  • "He's got MIND BULLETS."
  • "This is not Zubat. It's AAAAAAAAGAAGHAGGHAHGA."
  • "This is totally the worst ever."
  • "Now we're stuck with... THIS!"
  • "Why did I put a dead skeleton on my face?!"
  • "Ugh, more birds."
  • "Everytime you hug them, it's a face full of spikes. Edgelord."
  • --> [ WINDOWS 7 DESTRUCTION ] <--
  • "What is technology?!"
  • "It's magic, ___, it's magic."
  • "It looks like a plate of oatmeal."
  • "This child has no idea what she's doing."
  • "I will change this for the better!"
  • "This doesn't look fishy at all."
  • "Oh my god guys. This comment section is from fake people."
  • "To make idiots think it's safe!"
  • "I DIDN'T DO THAT!!!"
  • "That's the most honest name for something. ____ Blaster. You will have nothing left."
  • "When I was 11 years old, I had a desktop stripper."
  • "The worst part, I couldn't get it off my ____, so I had to ask my dad to help me."
  • "Yes, I WANT THE GUN. GIMME THE GUN."
  • "Please, give me Jesus!"
  • "THE POPE! THE POPE!"
  • "IT EVEN SCROLLS!!"
  • "Oh, my sweet Jesus... There's Jesus."
  • "OH, THERE'S A BURNING SUPERDEATH SWORD!!!"
  • "Nothing says this's more welcome than a creepy smiley repeatedly jamming a welcome sign into his crotch."
  • "Don't stop, keep injecting me those smilies."
  • "I dunno what he's doing, but that cannot be a good way to live your life."
  • "It pains me to do this, and it will be the only one ever."
  • "This is a worse idea than the time I drank a martini with my eye, I legit did that once."
  • "I thought that everything was fine. But no. No no no no no."
  • "Animated Christmas Tree For Desktop?! Yes!"
  • "Look at it! It's the worst thing ever!"
  • "THERE'S SO MUCH SHIT ON THE SCREEN I CAN'T EVEN SEE."
  • "I blame you! You did this, you did this!"
  • "THIRTY?! ONE IS NOT ENOUGH!?!"
  • "Two hundred dollars?! For a MIDI?!"
  • "It sounds like farting in a bathtub. BLEUB."
  • "This is the worst image."
  • --> [ BREAKING ALIEN ISOLATION ] <--
  • "Pretty leggums."
  • "What if you have a bad dream in hypersleep and you can't wake up?"
  • "What is that?! That's the face of a strangle murderer!"
  • "Hey, we can do this. Hey, we can do this."
  • "GO FOR THE GOLD! .....FUCK."
  • "Guys, it's a spooky ghost in the vents! Go away!"
  • "Save me, Pochahontas! Save me!"
  • "Alien, please pry me off this thing."
  • "What're you waiting for! DO IT NOW!"
  • "Come on, I dare you!"
  • "'Advanced AI is unparalleled', my ass."
  • "Space poosy."
  • "He chucked a fuckin' traffic cone at me!"
  • "I see London, I see France, I see a dumbshit alienpants."
  • "Ok, drink up."
  • "Fuck you, karma."
  • "This guy's badly programmed. Like a bootleg OS."
  • "It's jazz, but in space!"
  • --> [ INSANE MARIO BOOTLEGS ] <--
  • "So uh, what exactly is this?"
  • "I'm afraid there's gonna be boobs."
  • "IS THAT JARJAR BINKS?!"
  • "What the shit is this!?!"
  • "Why is one of those Russian castles being pulled apart; what the fuck?"
  • "Hide in shame."
  • "GRAND DAD. FLINTSTONES?!"
  • "Oh, dios mio."
  • "Nah, screw it."
  • "What in mother Mary's name is this?"
  • "Why am I doing like this twerk-a-thon?"
  • "Am I a furry?"
  • "Shameful. Shame on you."
  • "Pronounce this."
  • "You know what seals the deal for me? When shit's got that rainbow tint to it..."
  • "Ohhhh... That's SONIC."
  • "Wait a minute, that music...."
  • "Woooooow."
  • "Let's see how they did this."
  • "That's just being so illiterate it's beyond anything else."
  • "Good face there, _____."
  • "It's Windows 2000...."
  • "What we have here is an enigma."
  • "Play it, maestro."
  • --> [ LINK THE MURDERER ] <--
  • "Is that a tinted mustache?!"
  • "What are you fuckin' wearing?"
  • "Yeah. Yeah! Yeah!!"
  • "This music is not helping at all."
  • "Let's see how big you can go."
  • "You know those advertisements on the internet that're like, 'try this new cure; I did and I got RIIIIIIIIIPPED'."
  • "PLEASE NEVER TALK AGAIN."
  • "Chest break?! Crack neck? Holy shit."
  • "Knock him out with a punch."
  • "Why are you having a conversation? He just went down cold."
  • "OH SHIT, 'E DIED."
  • "Go home. GO HOME."
  • "That's all I need, baby."
  • "Replace your sadness with piss."
  • "Can I body slam a BABY?!"
  • "Let's order a pizza."
  • "Nothing tastes as good as... Toilet joint pizza ghost party."
  • "Ghost... You want some pizza?"
  • "Oh no, what exactly is this?"
  • "I killed death. I killed a concept."
  • "Great. I've killed so many people that they blend into society now."
  • "That's just the weak leaving your body."
  • "I'm too busy to care. Fire? Whatever."
  • "The brain, brain, brain, brain, bRAIN."
  • "I'll be having children's tears on the rocks."
  • --> [ BEST OF DOS ] <--
  • "NAILED IT!"
  • "What's the worst that could happen?"
  • "I believe my patient is balls high."
  • "It's not brain surgery, but it is surgery."
  • "Strange, I've never seen a doctor operate with his bare hands before."
  • "How fucking dare you, alright?"
  • "I am back... for MORE."
  • "To understand surgery, you must also understand flesh."
  • "SATAAAAN. YAAAS. YAAAAAS. YAAAAAAAAAS."
  • "It's like crayons, but with more gore."
  • "I was a surgeon, but now I CAN FLY."
  • "HIGHWAAAY TO THE DANGER ZOOONE."
  • "The MIDI zone."
  • "Light the pipeweed."
  • "Put pipeweed in Frodo."
  • "YeeeAAAAH. YEAH. YEAH."
  • "I killed him 'cause he was hogging the bong!"
what happened? :(
  • You: Hello, Hamish [15]. You may not know who I am. My name is Sherlock Holmes. SH
  • Stranger: Er, hi. Who are you? HW
  • You: [Delay] I was a friend of your father's. SH
  • Stranger: He's not mentioned you. HW
  • You: We have not seen each other in a very long time. SH
  • Stranger: Yeah, but he would've mentioned you. HW
  • Maybe I should ask him about you first. HW
  • You: Probably. SH
  • You: He is going to be angry that I contacted you. SH
  • Stranger: Then why did you? Who are you? HW
  • If you were friends, he wouldn't be angry. HW
  • You: We were friends, but he wants nothing to do with me. SH
  • You: I wanted to know how the two of you are doing. SH
  • Stranger: We're fine. HW
  • What did you do? Sorry, I'm just quite confused and not too sure who you are or why you care about me? If you want to know how he's doing, talk to him. HW
  • Stranger: ((brb))
  • You: I would if I had any hope that he would reply. SH
  • You: [Delay] I had to leave London for two years. He believed I was dead. SH
  • Stranger: You let your best friend think that you were dead for two years? No wonder you're not friends anymore. HW
  • And so, you think that the best way to get in contact with him would be through his son. Good one. HW
  • You: I know. SH
  • You: There is no excuse, but my hand was forced by a very bad man. SH
  • Stranger: Er, this is really kinda weird? So I'm going to stop replying, because I have no idea who you are? Er, yeah. HW
  • I'll tell my dad. Tell him you said hi, or something. HW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: Thank you for your time, Hal. SH
  • Stranger: ...Only my Dad calls me Hal. HW
  • You: I apologise. Hamish. SH
  • Stranger: Okay. Well... Bye. HW
  • You: [Delay] Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: [three hours later]
  • You are going to delete his number, delete all of these back-and-forth texts between the two of you, and you're not going to talk to him. Same with me. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will not contact either of you again. SH
  • Stranger: Good. Goodbye. JW
  • You: I'm sorry. Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay[ Why now? JW
  • You: I knew you want nothing to do with me, and I did not want to contact Hamish until he was old enough to decide whether he wanted to speak to me or not. SH
  • You: I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: He won't want to speak to you. I'm making that decision for him. JW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: Stop saying sorry. I don't... I don't care. Not anymore. JW
  • You: Right. Understandable. SH
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: You aren't his father. Not any more. He doesn't even know who you are, isn't that deterrent enough? JW
  • You: I am aware, but I had nothing to lose. SH
  • Stranger: What did you want from this? For us to welcome you with open arms, for Hal to be glad of a second parent? JW
  • You: I wanted to know how you are. SH
  • Stranger: We're fine. JW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: Goodbye. JW
  • You: Have a good life. SH
  • Stranger: I will. JW
  • You: Thank you for your time. This has been the best day of my life for thirteen days. SH
  • You: I won't bother you again. SH
  • Stranger: Thirteen? What happened thirteen days ago? JW
  • You: ((ah, thirteen years. lol))
  • Stranger: ((oh! hahaha sorry :') ))
  • Stranger: Fine. Fine. I'll see you... Well. I won't. JW
  • You: Be happy. SH
  • You: [Delay] Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: Goodbye. JW
  • You: [Three hours later] I love you. SH
  • You: I apologise for my last text. Delete it. SH
  • Stranger: You don't love me. You wouldn't have done all of /that/ if you did. JW
  • Stranger: But yeah, it's gone. Never happened. JW
  • You: [Delay] What would you have me do? He threatened you and Hamish. SH
  • Stranger: One word. One word, that is all I would've needed. One bloody word, Sherlock. Or some form of /anything/ to tell me that you weren't dead. JW
  • You: They were still watching you. SH
  • You: Besides, coming back was not always part of the plan. SH
  • Stranger: Would it have mattered if they were watching? You could slip one word. Mycroft could've said something, /Molly/ could've, if only you'd let them. Christ, Sherlock, you've no idea. JW
  • How was it not part of the plan? If a good case hadn't come up in London, would you not have bothered to talk to us again? Did we mean that bloody little to you?! JW
  • You: Difficult to talk to people when you're dead. SH
  • You: Would you have preferred to see me die and then find out that I was alive only to be told that I had died in a cellar in Serbia? SH
  • You: I would have considered that cruel. SH
  • Stranger: I would have preferred to find out you were alive but unable to come back to us for a while, and that what you were doing was dangerous and potentially life-threatening. Yes, that would've made things harder, but I would've known that you were trying to come home to us. Not that you were dead, full stop. No, /that's/ cruel. JW
  • You: [Delay] I knew not telling you would risk our relationship, but the other option would have risked your lives. SH
  • You: I made a choice and I stand by it. I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: Well, that choice has cost you your relationship. Stand by it. JW
  • You: I have, for the past thirteen years. SH
  • You: I could never bring myself to regret it. You and Hamish are alive and well. SH
  • Stranger: Hamish is alive and missing a parent he doesn't remember, hating me for refusing to show him pictures of you. I am alive and /still/ heartbroken because my husband lied to me and made me think he was dead, and worse still, making me still love you when I know and you know that I can't. JW
  • Yeah, Sherlock. Alive and "well". JW
  • You: [Delay] You were supposed to be happy. SH
  • Stranger: Didn't factor "emotion" into your equation correctly, then. JW
  • You: Accounting for all the emotions in the situation would have paralyzed me, so no. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay] Paralyzed is better than dead. JW
  • You: I would beg to disagree. SH
  • You: Death certainly has its appeals, all things considered. SH
  • Stranger: /Don't you dare/. Don't you /bloody/ dare, Sherlock. JW
  • You: There is no need to worry, John. SH
  • You: I have challenged myself to live my life in a way that would make you proud for the past decade. SH
  • Stranger: And how's that? JW
  • You: Eating. Sleeping. No unnecessary risks. No unnecessary cruelty. SH
  • You: And of course, no indulging in self-destructive behaviour of any kind. SH
  • Stranger: Oh. No, yes, I'm very happy to hear that. How come you never did any of that when I would ask you to, hmm? God, you're an idiot. JW
  • Stranger: Not that I care. I don't. JW
  • You: I am not entirely sure why. To honour you, perhaps. SH
  • You: There were a couple of incidents during my first year back. I needed guidance, I suppose. SH
  • Stranger: Oh. Well, we all need time to adjust, I suppose. JW
  • Stranger: [delay] I have to cook dinner, so I'm going to go. Goodnight, Sherlock. JW
  • You: Thank you, John. SH
  • Stranger: Goodnight. JW
  • You: Goodnight. I hope you sleep well. SH
  • Stranger: /Goodnight/. JW
  • Stranger: [five days later]
  • Hal won't shut up about you. Desperate to know who you are, why you contacted him, angry at me for deleting your number from his phone. Am I doing the right thing? Am I right in choosing for him? All I'm trying to do is protect him from what happened, and he hates me for it. What am I meant to do, Sherlock? JW
  • You: [Delay] You are his father. I have no say in this. SH
  • Stranger: That's not an answer to my question. JW
  • You: I am afraid I cannot form an objective opinion on this matter. SH
  • Stranger: /Sherlock/. JW
  • You: What do you want me to say? SH
  • You: That I dream about meeting him and wake up in tears because it wasn't true? SH
  • You: [Delay] I apologise. Ignore that. SH
  • Stranger: Sherlock, I... JW
  • You: I am sorry, John. That was inappropriate. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay] Jesus Christ. Er, I've got the afternoon off work, Hal should be home at fourish. Just... Come over, I suppose. JW
  • I take it you're aware of where we're living. JW
  • You: [Delay] I don't understand. SH
  • You: Why? SH
  • Stranger: Because he wants to know his father and he wants to know who you are, and because you want to meet him more than anything, so... JW
  • Killing two birds with one stone. Well. Three. JW
  • You: [No response]
  • Stranger: So... Will you come? JW
  • You: y SH
  • You: yes SH
  • You: Yes. SH
  • Stranger: Are you alright, Sherlock? JW
  • You: [Delay] soon SH
  • Stranger: We can reschedule for a later date, if you'd want time to collect yourself, or something. JW
  • You: no n SH
  • You: no need. panic attack. SH
  • You: [Delay] I'll be fine. Soon. SH
  • Stranger: Panic attack? Christ, are you alright? JW
  • Stupid question, of course you're not. It'll be fine, Sherlock, you can come and see Hal soon, alright? Calm down, I love you. Calm down, yeah? JW
  • Stranger: No, Christ, I didn't... Sorry. Just calm down. I'll see you later. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will be fine. See you. SH
  • Stranger: Alright. See you later. JW
  • You: [Delay] Is four thirty acceptable? SH
  • Stranger: Absolutely, sounds fine. JW
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: It's alright. In hindsight, I suppose it was really selfish of me to hide him from you for so long. I can't imagine what it must have been like, and I'm... I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. JW
  • You: Don't apologise. SH
  • You: You did what you thought was best for Hamish. He is what matters. SH
  • Stranger: I... JW
  • [Delay] Yes. Yeah, he is. JW
  • You: I can only thank you for taking care of him so well. SH
  • Stranger: I did what I could. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will be there soon. SH
  • Stranger: Alright. We'll see you later. JW
  • You: An hour later, Sherlock stood in front of the door to John's building, bag of pastries clutched in a white-knuckled hand. Despite his earlier shower, the attack from earlier had left him feeling cold and clammy. Suppressing a shudder, he bit his tongue as he reached out to ring the doorbell. He had to keep his focus this time. Polite, friendly, well-behaved. He swallowed convulsively, hand twitching against his thigh.
  • Stranger: John had been pacing up and down the hallway of his flat, worrying his lip between his teeth in anxious nerves. Why was he nervous? He had no reason to be. This wasn't about him and Sherlock, this was about Sherlock and Hamish, who seemed perfectly content as he sat on the sofa. And then the doorbell rang, and John tensed up. Hamish leaped up from his seat, his father having told him that the man - Sherlock? Sherlock something... He'd forgotten - was coming to visit them. "I'll get it!" The teen yelped, before dashing down the stairs to the door and swinging it open.
  • You: Sherlock's mouth opened as the door opened, but no sound came out. Hamish. Hamish. Hal /Hal/. He stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, studying the boy. He was so...he was so /tall/. Fifteen...how could he already be fifteen? Having to consciously remind himself to breathe, Sherlock blinked once, twice, before closing his mouth. He swallowed thickly. "Hello," he managed at last, voice rusty.
  • Stranger: Hamish narrowed his eyes at the man. He'd seen him before, he definitely had. Somewhere... Who was he? Having realised he'd been staring and hadn't replied, the teen cleared his throat and took a step back. "Sorry. I... er, come in. Dad's upstairs, Mr...?" Crap, how embarrassing how he'd forgotten the man's surname. He shook his head, flicking his curls from side to side. Curls. Like the man's. No, shut up, brain. "Sorry. Er, Sherlock. Upstairs." He turned and lead the way, pushing a hand through his dark /curls/.
  • You: "I...Sherlock is perfectly fine," he said softly, biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself anchored. Hamish. Hal. Hal, who was already almost taller than John and with dark curls. Hal. God. Sherlock let out a shuddering breath as he held the bannister firmly as he climbed the stairs after Hamish. He could not fuck this up. Blood was rushing in his ears and he could feel his heartbeat everywhere, but he kept it in by pure force of will.
  • Stranger: "Dad!" Hamish called, reaching the top of the stairs after a climb in silence. He had so many questions about what'd happened, but he supposed he shouldn't ask. It appeared that it was a difficult subject for his Dad, and after all, his father was the only reason Sherlock had come, anyway. "Sherlock's here." John had been in the kitchen, still furiously pacing but also making tea, and his head whipped around as he heard Hamish entering the flat, another set of footsteps behind him. "H-Hello..." He said quietly, clearing his throat as Sherlock made himself apparent in the room. He hadn't changed - thirteen years had done him well. Not even the coat was any different, nor scarf, nor hair, nor perfectly icy blue eyes. "Hello. Hi. Sherlock, H-Hal. Hal, Sherlock."
  • You: Sherlock was impossibly torn between Hamish and John, eyes flickering back and forth. Desperate for something to do, he held out the paper bag with fresh pastries. "Hello," he rasped. "I...I brought these. For...for tea." His free hand was curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm. God, he was pathetic.
  • Stranger: Hamish couldn't help but observe the man in front of him. It'd been a habit he'd always had, looking people up and down and deciphering what he could. Collar up, like he was hiding something. Clear discomfort, in his facial expression and in his body language, rigid in place and tense. Nerves? Uncertainty? Clean shaven, but clearly not shaved in a while, manual blade. Showered not long ago, judging by the fall of his hair and the dampness. Late forties, same age as his Dad, around about. But what got Hamish was the hand. The way he curled it into a fist, looking almost painful.
  • Hamish did that, when he was anxious.
  • John cleared his throat and took the bag, smiling gently. "Th-Thank you, Sherlock. Very kind of you. I'll.. Er, I'll set them out. Tea, coffee?"
  • You: Sherlock closed his eyes briefly. He had not had tea in years. "Tea, please." Unconsciously, he reached out to scratch at a pale scar on the inside of his wrist, swallowing. He looked to Hamish. Fifteen, but one year ahead in school at least. Had been up late last night, possibly on the computer. Small callouses on his fingers, indicating....indicating...
  • Sherlock drew in a breath. Hamish played the violin. He cleared his throat, forcing his voice into submission. "I...Can I ask you about your interests?" he asked awkwardly.
  • Stranger: John nodded to the two of them, knowing Hamish would have a tea as well, before smiling sheepishly and heading off to the kitchen. Hamish watched him go, before turning his head to Sherlock. "Ah, of course..." He walked back to the sofa, taking a seat and indicating for the man to do the same. He watched the man scratch at the scar, but made no comment. "Well... I... I play the violin, really. Ever since I was little, don't remember ever starting, just... always. School, I like chemistry? I like science in general, minus physics, which I find dull but necessary..."
  • "He doesn't like the solar system," John called from the kitchen, unable to bite back the comment which made him smile. Hamish rolled his eyes.
  • "It's irrelevant!"
  • You: Blinking desperately to get rid of the lump forming in his throat, Sherlock fought to reply in a level tone. "I...I can do nothing but agree," he managed. "I...I used to play the violin," he offered, looking down at his hands. The callouses on his fingers had disappeared long ago. "I...I am glad you play. Few people do, these days." He swallowed, lifting his gaze hestitantly. "I...I work as a freelance chemistry researcher. If you were to have any questions..." He snapped his mouth shut, realising he had probably overstepped his welcome. "Never mind."
  • Stranger: John paused as he heard through from the kitchen that he didn't play anymore. His hands shook slightly, terrified. Sherlock had stopped playing, and he could only imagine why - because he'd broken the man. He shakily prepared the tea and pastries, and headed back out to the living room.
  • Hamish grinned excitedly. "You do chemistry for a living? That's so cool. I think I want to be a doctor, like Dad. I'm not sure, though. You should play the violin, again. I wouldn't have known, normally people who play have these little callouses on their fingertips? But you don't have any. I checked." He blushed, looking down. "Sorry, I get... A bit carried away. It's embarrassing, I just... I like to read people. Sorry."
  • You: "You don't need to apologise," Sherlock said softly. "I...I understand. Perfectly." Digging his front teeth into his tongue to assure himself that this wasn't yet another dream, he continued. "Medicine is certainly a... an interesting field. Plenty of applied chemistry." He curled a hand around his thigh and clenched hard. It felt as if he were underwater - everything was so surreal. "I am sure you would do...very well."
  • Stranger: Hamish nodded, his smile faltering. Everything the man was saying pointed to what he'd believed the first second he'd opened the door - but it was too strange to even comprehend. He bit his lip, just staring at him. He'd heard his Dad come in, heard him mention the tea and the pastries, but his focus was fixed on Sherlock, because he was certain that he was his "Father...?" All too late, he realised what he'd said, and he clamped his mouth shut, looking down. Shit. Oh, Christ.
  • You: Sherlock flinched, hand flying back to scratch at his wrist. Hamish had...figured it out. Of course he had, with that ability to read people, and Sherlock had just given him more and more clues without asking John for permission and he hadn't meant to, swear to God he hadn't meant to, he was just making polite conversation, which was obviously an idiotic idea, how did he even come up with it, that he, Sherlock Holmes, was going to do small talk, Christ, John was going to be so angry, he was going to lose this one miniscule chance he had been given because of a spectacular cock-up and God, he was so pathetic.
  • Too-fast and too-shallow breaths were passing between his open lips as the room in front of him was beginning to fall out of focus. Christ, no.
Kerrang "Brian Molko - "My year", Dec '00
  • Kerrang "Brian Molko - My year", Dec '00
  • by Simon Young
  • 2000, How was it for you?:
  • 'It's not over yet! It's been work, work, work and hardly any Play. It's been a full-on emotional year.'
  • Album Of the year?:
  • "At The Drive-in's 'Relationship Of Command'. It's an amazing record. I heard 'One Armed Scissor' and managed to get a copy of the album before it came out. It's like a cross between Fugazi and Jane's Addiction. They're my favourite band and they harness energy and passion. It's all over the Place musically. It goes off on tangents and there's a rebellious spirit which I like. I also love the new Queens album, 'Rated R'. It's hedonistic and really fun. 'Feel Good Hit...' is my karaoke favourite.'
  • The must-have item of 2000 was?:
  • 'I've just bought an Apple I-book laptop. That opens up several new doors of entertainment. Never a dull moment. I check out the Placebo chat rooms and forums and have a bit of fun trying to find out what everybody thinks. It hasn't backfired yet!'
  • Where did you go on holiday this year?:
  • 'I haven't really been on holiday this year. We've done a whole bunch of festivals: Japan, Spain, Portugal, Switzerland, Germany, France, Belgium. We never get the chance to check anv of the cities out. It's been a series of hotels and tour buses.'
  • Film of the year?:
  • "Boy's Don't Cry" It's shocking that that kind of thing happens even today , that people can be that backward. The fact that it's a true story makes it all the more heartbreaking.
  • Person of the year?:
  • "Anne Widdecombe for taking the legalisation of marijuana one step forward instead of backward, which was what she was originally trying to do.'
  • Wanker of the year?:
  • 'Me.'
  • Tragedy of the year?:
  • "What's going on in the Middle East right now. It seems to me that people there don't want peace and it's pretty heavy."
  • Personal high point of the year?:
  • 'The tour we're on at the moment. It feels like freedom from responsibility. It's th. most fun because you feel like a teenager all the time.'
  • Personal low point of the year?:
  • "I've had several, and it's all relationship based"
  • Worst Hangover of the year?:
  • After Mark Richardson (drums) from Skunk Anansie's 30th birthday . We went out and partied like it was 1997. I couldn't make it to the studio the next day. It was the last time I break danced too. It was a good party"
  • Weirdest fan request of the year?:
  • "It involved deflowering. No, I didn't"
  • Most famous person you've met this year?:
  • PJ Harvey. Outside Ladbroke Grove tube station by accident. Her drummer Rob Ellis worked on our new album.
  • Most embarrassing moment of the year?:
  • I don't get embarrassed about break dancing. None so far thankfully. I haven't been really embarrassed , it would be difficult.
  • Sexiest person you met this year was?:
  • 'I think Melissa Auf der Maur has to he one of the sexiest people in rock. It was a real shame because we were on tour when The Smashing Pumpkins played at Wembley. Typical.
  • Best band you saw this year?:
  • 'Queens Of The stone Age at a festival in Belgium. That was amazing. Nick Oliveri, their bassist, was naked and how he didn't get sunburn on his ass I'll never know. Sonic Youth and Einstfirzende Neubauten too. We had a studio outing and came back feeling really inspired.'
  • Best Song you wrote this year?:
  • "All of the songs we've written since the new album came out. They have to remain a secret, sorry.
  • Joke Of the year?:
  • 'I'm really bad with jokes. I would have to say Limp Bizkit.'
  • 'Big Brother': ace or arse?:
  • 'I unfortunately saw that programme. Arse. Complete arse. They should have axed the show. The fact that these people are becoming celebrities is disgusting. What's the point?'
  • What should Slipknot do next year?:
  • 'Go unmasked, and see if they can Pull it off without their costumes.'
  • Personal motto of the year?:
  • 'Fear of flying'. I usually have a few double vodkas before getting on the plane and after that, I'm still shitting it.'
  • if I could change one thing about 2000, it would be:
  • 'Peace in the Middle East.'
  • What would you do with Britney spears?:
  • 'Ignore her.'
  • My ideal Christmas present is?:
  • 'Mental stability..
  • How will you be seeing in the New Year?:
  • 'I'm not sure where I'll be. Somewhere exotic, hopefully. I definitely don't want to be in London. I haven't decided who I'm going to take yet.'
  • In 2001, I intend to:
  • 'Try to give up smoking, but it's not going to be very easy. it improves my voice, but I can't keep going on like this. I doubt it's going to happen, actually.'
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Mistakes, part 7. (Neymar imagine)

His p.o.v

If i ever thought i had felt pain before, i was wrong. Nothing hurts as much as remembering how it is to kiss her, to touch her and to hold her, and not being able to do it again. Hell it even felt amazing when she called me ‘babe’, even though i know she didn’t mean to call me that. You’d think that her kissing me would make me happy, but i feel miserable. I realize it’s because i know she regrets it. No matter how much she wants me, she won’t give in to me, and that hurts. She feels like a drug. You can’t give a heroine addict who is recovering 10% of what he usually would get, because you know his desire for more will slowly kill him.
I just put Davi in bed, and hugged him a little longer knowing he’s the reason she is still in my life. I need to get her back, i think when i get into my own bed. I need to win her back, and make her mine again, and i will do anything to make it happen. I drift off into a sleep, with dreams about her.

She was the last thing i thought of when i fell asleep, and the first thing i thought about when i woke up. I’m in way too deep. I watch as Davi eats his cereal, and go in instagram. I’m pleasantly surpised when i see pictures of her and Davi ice skating yesterday. I rub my temples and try to think of an excuse to go to her. Instead i text her, but as soon as i press send i regret it.

Her p.o.v

I got sick the moment i stepped into my house. It’s been almost 3 years since i was ill, and it feels like hell. I blow my nose in a kleenex and pull my blanket back to cover me. It’s 57 degrees in my house and i’m still cold. I sneeze and feel my eyes water. This has got to be the worst day ever. I wonder what my friends would think if they saw me like this. They’re used to my perfect make up face, and my prefect outfits and hair. When i think about it like this, i  realize that i don’t really have any real friends. In the show business everyone pretends to be your friend, and you feel like you’re really popular. But at times like these you realize how lonely you are. My only real friend was Neymar, but now i don’t even have him. I could call David or Oscar but they are somewhere far away from me, and busy with their own lives. I get startled when i hear some weird sounds from the kitchen. Is there a robber in my house? I stand up cautiously, with the blanket wrapped around me and go take a look. I freeze when i feel wetness down at my feet, and i see how there’s water coming out of the dishwasher. The washing machines are in the basement of my apartment building, so the dishwasher is literally the only thing that would ruin my house if it broke down. And it did.
'OH GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK!’ I yell throwing away my blanket. Now i have to call someone to fix this mess and who knows how long it may take? When i pick up my phone to call someone i see that i have a text. Somehow i just know it’s him. I open it.

We need to talk.

I sigh and delete the message.
'No we don’t.’ I say aloud, before calling a plumber. 
About 4 hours later i’m checking in to a hotel, close to my house. The plumber said it would take at least three days to fix my dishwasher and fix the water damage. The people who lived below me came to yell at me and were suprised when they saw a famous person had been living above them. Irritared i give my credit card to the guy at the lobby, and he takes it cautiously. 
'How many nights?’ He asks, and i sigh.
'I have no idea, at least a week.’ Now that people know where i live i have to find a new house, on top of my new movie being filmed and all the problems with Neymar i feel like exploding. I feel like killing him for bringing me all this trouble. 
'Alright, if you don’t check out i’ll keep your room reserved for you.’ He smiles at me and nod.
'You’ve got room 203, which has a nice view on the skyline of London. It’s on the 6th floor, the last room on the right.’ I thank him, and walk towards the elevator with the guy who carries my bags and my two trolleys. I take one from him, and by the time i arrive in my room i’m sweating and puffing. I organize my clothes in the closet, and put my toiletries in the bathroom. After that i’m exhausted, so after i take a shower i collapse on the kingsized bed. I get a text from my agency, telling me that everything had to be stopped at the set today because i cancelled last. Which m minute. Which means i have no choice than to go tomorrow. I groan and set my alarm before drifting off into a restless sleep.

I don’t know how late it is when i hear someone banging on the door. I think it’s a dream, and turn around pulling my covers with me. But the banging continues, and i stand up, irritated and mad. I’m ready to slap the person who’s responsible for disturbing my sleep. But when i open the door, confusion takes over and i forget how to speak. Neymar is standing in front of my door, yelling at the guy who helped me with my bags earlier. 
'Sir if you harass people i’ll have to call the police.’ He says, holding his hands up, but Neymar has stopped screaming and looks at me now.
'What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’ I snap, and his face looks angry again. 
'Is everything ok miss?’ The younger boy asks. He looks a little pale and intimidated by Neymar but i nod and he leaves.
Neymar rudely walks into my room, and i wonder why he’s here.

'Are you gonna answer me or what?’ I ask, crossing my arms. He looks around, and turns around to me.
'YOU’RE STAYING AT A FUCKING HOTEL?!’ He yells, and i flinch.
'My dishwasher.. it-’ I start. 'I KNOW!’ He disrupts me and i’m honestly a little scared of him. 
'Do you know how i had to find out you were spotted in town at 2 fucking am?! I read it on twitter! I had to go to your appartment to find out what happened!’ I shake my head in confusion.
'Why were you looking for me?’ I ask, my voice sounds small and i see how he relaxes a little.
'I’ve been calling you all day, you left me no choice!’ He says, throwing his hands in the air. 
'I was too busy moving all my stuff. You can’t expect me to come running to you everytime you need me.’ I snap.
'And i’m ill, so i didn’t have the energy to talk to you.’ I add. His expression softens.
'You’re ill? How are you now?’ I sigh, and walk over to the bed to sit down. I’m wearing nothing but my underwear and  robe so i pull it down to cover my legs a little.  
'Not exactly great. Considering you just barged into my room.’ I say, looking up to him. He’s wearing jeans, and a tight white shirt and it looks amazing on him. He kneels in front of me. 
'Why didn’t you come to me meu amor? You could stay with us till your house is fixed.’  He says, and something inside of me snaps when he does. The fact that he acts like nothing happened, and we’re besties. Like i’m his puppy, who does everything he asks from me. I stand up, pushing him away and he stands up too.
'Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?!’ I yell at him, placing my fingers on his chest and pushing him away. He’s startled by my sudden mood swing.
'We broke up Neymar! We aren’t together anymore, and it’s all because of you! Because you couldn’t stay faithfull to me! You ruined everything we had, all because of her and you don’t even care about her!’ I dramatically grab my head. All my anger, my confusion and sadness comes together in one big ball of frustration and i’m glad it happens now. I’m not even finished yet.
'Because of you i had to move out in the middle of shooting a movie after months of hearing no, everytime i went to a casting! Because of you, everytime i see Davi i get reminded of what could have happened! We could’ve been happy!’ My eyes start to water, and i don’t care.
'How could you do this to me?’ I ask, and my voice cracks. Great..
'I loved- love you so much. I would have done everything for you! I would have moved to Brazil just to be closer to you, but you ruined it.’ I finish, with a sob, and Neymar’s hurt look satisfies me in the weirdest way possible.
'I’m sorry i ruined everything.’ He says, and i see the tears in his eyes.
'You gave up everything for me and i threw it away. I just want to ask you for one more chance baby. I miss you so much.’ His voice cracks too, and we’re a mess. 
'I don’t know why i didn’t realize this before but you are the red string in my life that keeps everything together. You were my first girlfriends Davi liked, and i’m so stupid for not seeing it before. Please give me one more chance.’ He says, getting down on his knee for me. He takes my hand, and i get the crazy idea he’s going to propose to me but that can’t happen. He wouldn’t do that. That’s crazy even for him. He can’t do that. I thought.. Because Neymar reaches for something in his pocket, and when he opens the little velvet black box, i feel all the blood drain from my face.