i love you elliott @ @

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“You know what you’re doing over there, honey?” asked Lizzie 

“Yes mum, I know what I’m doing.. This is my specialty, I’ve made this meal 100 times before!” Replied Kinleigh 

“It sure smells delicious!” Said Lincoln 

“Where’s Elliott?” asked Lizzie

“He’s upstairs with the kids I think, I told him to go up there and i’d get dinner sorted” answered Kinleigh

“Awe, what a good boy looking after the children while you cook!” Laughed Lizzie

“Well, they do love him!” said Kinleigh “Are you two just going to sit there and watch me, or are you going to get up and give me a hand setting the table?” 

“Yes Ma’am, right on it!” Replied Lincoln

Hard Eyes: Part 4

Originally posted by minmiin1d

Prompt: Batmom that was former suicide squad?

AN: I sat down to write part 2 to Bat-aunt and this thing came out instead. This was 5 pages long and nearly 3000 words. I put a lot of love into this and I hope you like it. Let me know what you think!

Words: 938

  Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3


    You stare at the board with a scowl. The distaste is obvious, “This dude is crazy.”

    Your eyes flicker to Harley. Despite the cold weather, she’s dressed in a tank top and shorts. She’s sitting on the bar, legs swinging back and forth, while she hums.

    You smile at her, “That means something coming from you.”

    She shrugs, “Who hurts someone they care about?”

    You don’t miss the irony of that statement, and from the look in Ivy’s eyes, she doesn’t either. You choose not to confront her about it. You know how that ends; with Harley in tears and more stubborn than ever.

“He was supposed to be a friend. But I suppose it makes sense. He was the one who operated, who checked the wound over and over.”

Floyd nods, “From what I can tell he probably left fragments in, and has been inserting more poison every time he looks at Bruce. That’s what’s kept him from healing, that and falsifying reports and everything else. No doubt in my mind that after a few more months of this he would have injected enough to kill him. Make it look like a complication.”

“But did he arrange the hit, or did he take advantage of an opportunity?”

“We’re still tracking that.” You turn to face your brother, who gives you a small smile before continuing, “I took a closer look at the accident that killed his father and injured his mother, cops were bribed to overlook a cut breakline. And the at-home incident that killed his mother is more than a little suspicious.”

You let out a deep breath, “What I’m hearing is that we’re certain he has it in him to kill if needed.”

Floyd shugs, “We all do, you know that baby girl. We’re bad guys.”

You scowl, “But even we have our honor. This Rag Tag group. We’re bad guys, but there are rules to our madness.”

Harley smirks, “First rule is you don’t mess with one of our own. Let’s go kill the bastard.”

There’s a chorus of growls, and howling.

“Hold up.” All eyes go to your brother, “There are a few things we have to do first.”

Croc’s voice rumbles out over the crowd, “Like?”

Your brother’s hands go to his hips, it’s a stance you had seen more than once over your life. It meant the lecture was about to begin, “We need to find out motive, and more importantly we need to find a cure for this poison. That’s what’s going to fix Bruce.”

The Riddler’s giggle breaks through the crowd, “I’m sure the Hell Cat already knows the motive. Same motive we would have.”

Your eyes focus on Ed. The man likes to toe the line, but he could be a loyal little thing. To you especially. You’ve saved his life more than once, and even more importantly you’ve broken him out of Arkham more than once. Ed didn’t do well in facilities. At one time he had been rather enamoured with you. Ivy had called him your puppy dog. Unlike the others he had tried to make contact with you a handful of times since you had left the dark side.

After he had cornered you with the boys, he had ended up in the ICU thanks to a freak accident. An accident that had Ivy and Harley’s fingerprints all over it. You hadn’t seen him since.

But looking in his eyes, now you saw it. The knowledge of what your family was, and who they were. The knife was in your hand, and then pressed against his throat a moment later. You leaned in close, and made sure that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his cheek.

You allow your knife to dig in a little, just enough that it draws a bit of blood. Then you lean in and whisper, “My family’s secrets are their own Eddie, and if you expose those secrets, or put them in more danger I won’t kill you, I’ll make you suffer. Suffer so much that you’ll beg for the cancer back, and that you had never found out about those stupid pits.”

You hover over him for a moment longer, before pulling back to stare at him. He’s shaking in the chair, a crazy grin on his face. But underneath it all you can smell his fear. You slide the knife back into it’s pouch on your thigh and turn to face the others. They’re staring at you with grins.

Harley smiles, “MEOW-ouch!”

You groan when Ivy follows up with, “Kitty’s got claws.”

Floyd laughs as he slings an arm over your shoulder, “This cat always gets her prey. Our Hell Cat ladies and gentlemen.”

You roll your eyes and slip out of his grasp, “I need some air.”

And without another word you slip out of the bar. The cold winter air hits you, and you relish it’s sting. You’ve only been back in this life for two days and you’re already starting to feel numb. It had been two days of drinking, calling in favors, and gathering information to find out the truth of Tommy Elliott. An old family friend turned foe, just like so many others.

It was days like these that made you hate humanity. Made you wonder if it was worth it; staying out of this mess. You knew exactly what these people could do, what they did do, and you still loved them. They had been you first real family.

Rick was your brother and you loved him, but you didn’t have much of a relationship with him. The two of you had been born to an alcoholic father, and a drug addicted mother. You still found it hard to believe that you had survived past infancy. You owed that to Rick, he was six years older than you, and had been determined to take care of you, had been determined to make it out of those slums with you in tow.

You hadn’t had that same determination. You’d become bitter early on, had fallen in with the wrong crowd. You’d learned to fight, swipe, pick, and shoot by the time you were fifteen. By that time, Rick had been long gone. The man had enlisted and left everything behind, including you. You didn’t blame him, by that time you looked and acted like your parents’ daughter.

Your only solace had come from gymnastics at the community center. That was where you’d first met Harley. The two of you had become friends, and you followed her to school. You’d always been smart, getting into college, even with a GED, had been easy enough. You quit two years in, bored by the classes.

That’s when you’d found yourself in a crime family, working your way up through the family ‘till you had reached the hierarchy. That’s when you had fallen into lust for the first time. The boss of that weapons ring had been a man in his early thirties. Young for that business.  You’d entranced him, and through some twisted connection the two of you ran that family. And when he was tragically killed on a run, you took over. And you took down anyone who had opposed you.

That’s when you’d met Harley again. Her new look had surprised you, and the company she kept enraged you. While your lost lover hadn’t been the best man, he had treated you well. That was the first time you confronted her about Joker. You’d met Ivy soon after that.

You had dressed yourself in your empire. You wore the best of everything, and lived miles above where you had started. You became known as the Hell Cat of Gotham. You were a myth, almost as much a legend as the Batman. Very few people knew what you looked like, and those who did knew to keep their mouth shut. You’d become known for your hard eyes, and a rumor had started to spread about a glare that would freeze a man in his tracks, and then burn him alive.

You found that funny. No one knew what you looked like, but they could describe a look.

You’d grown bored early on. You kept your business going, and helped your fellow bad guys when needed. No one could pin anything on you, not even the Batman. Teasing him became your new favorite sport. He had been easy to goad, and oh so much fun to fight. You’d leave those fights with bruises and a warmth you have never experienced.

You found that ironic. You’d gone numb early on. It had been your key to survival; lock everyone out, and keep your distance. Befriend those who could take care of themselves. Yet, here was a vigilante; a mad man dressed as bat who fought Gotham’s underworld. Somehow this man, who was probably as crazy as the rest of them, had pierced through the ice.

It took months for you to realize why. He actually cared. He cared about what happened to you, about what happened to all of you. He hated what you did, and he cared about those who got in the process, but you could see it where no one else could. The Batman wore his heart on his sleeve.

When he came to you, looking for information on Tony Zuko and tells you about the little boy who lost his parents, you help. It’s the first time you ever betray one of you own and the start of your downfall. That’s when the ice starts to melt.

It didn’t take long for people to find out, and it took even less time for Amanda Waller to nail you down. She found you while on the run. You were dirty, and bruised. You’d lost your business, your money, and your status. But you were still fighting. The pain had been preferred to emptiness.

You didn’t get a choice, when you were recruited for the Suicide Squad. That’s where you met Floyd. He became your partner. The two of you understood each other on another level. It was almost as though you could read each other's’ minds.

The fact that you had Harley nearby again also helped. She told you exactly what she thought of what you’d done, and then she had shrugged, gave you a hug, and skipped away. All was forgiven.  

Your brother was brought in after a year. He didn’t recognize you at first, but you recognized him. The revelation came a few days in, and Floyd made so many jokes you considered shooting him with his own gun. A tentative truce had been drawn between you.

You met the Bat again two years later. He had a sidekick then. The boy couldn’t have been older than ten, and he smiled so brightly it made your heart sing. You had teamed up with them, separate from the Squad, until the big fight.

The three of you had joined up with the Squad, and it was there that the majority of the ice melted. Your adversary was the Joker and Scarecrow, and anyone in their right mind would have kept Harley far away from the fight. Of course, Waller wasn’t in her right mind.

So when Joker turned the gun on the kid, you just reacted. You had taken the bullet. You felt its impact, and everything else had sort of fallen away. All you remember is strong arms catching you.

You woke up in an unfamiliar place. The bed was soft, the air was clean, and you were alive, so you couldn’t really complain. Then you saw who was sleeping in the chair next to your bed. Sleeping in full armor and cowl couldn’t have been comfortable but there was the Batman. Fast asleep.

It didn’t take long for you to realize where you were. The batcave was famous even among your group. Despite the pain, you had left the bed to wander around. It’s a cool set-up. High tech certainly. And the name on the tech confirms your theory.

His voice had startled you, “You’ve been declared dead. The bomb in your neck has been deactivated and removed. You’re free to start over.”

You turned to face him, and then you saw him. Truly saw him. The cowl was pulled down, and there were bags under his eyes.

“Start over as who?”

He had smiled at you, “Whoever you want to be. Preferably the woman who took a bullet for my kid - not the weapons dealer.”

You had crossed your arms against your chest despite the pain, “He shouldn’t be out there.”

“He’s trained.”

“He’s a kid.”

He stared at you for a minute, “You want a job?” You stared at him, and he continued, “I need a nanny … and someone who’s good with computers. My butler is starting to complain.”

You had to bite your tongue at the word butler, but you didn’t as an old man with tea came into view, “I was not complaining, simply suggesting that bruises to the face are hard to hide. Especially with the charity season coming up.”  

You shrugged, “I’m with Jeeves on that one. Though, I could probably do something with some concealer.”

Bruce scowled as the butler smiled and handed you a cup of tea. “My name is Alfred Pennyworth. The job he mentioned is caring for Master Dick. He’s ten years old, quite smart, and a trained acrobat.”

“So he’s a handful?”

Bruce scoffed, “To say the least.”

Over the next three years the rest of the ice managed to thaw. You found yourself surrounded by a family. You found a friend in Bruce, and later on love. Real love, not just convenience. True to Bruce’s word no one ever found out your real identity.

And those who had been such a major part of your life had left you with only a note, “Enjoy.” With exception of Nygma. Now here you were, right back where you started.

“Come here often?”

The voice draws you out of your thoughts, and your fist flies without hesitation. It’s caught in an easy grip, and you stop at the sight of your oldest son. He’s bundled in a coat, but from the redness of his cheeks, you can tell he’s cold.

Your hands go to your hips, “You’re supposed to be at home.”

“You’re supposed to be at a spa.”

There’s a moment of silence before you admit, “Fair enough.”

He stares at you for a minute, “What are you doing Mom?”

“Hopefully curing your father.”

“He wouldn’t want you to do it this way.”

You cross your arms against your chest, “I know why your dad is still hurt, why he isn’t healing, and I’m close to figuring out who orchestrated the whole thing.”

“I don’t want you to slip back into this life. We both know that it’s addictive. The adrenaline pumping, the mystery.”

You sigh, “I’ve been out of this game for nearly thirteen years. I apparently can’t even throw a punch anymore if you were able to catch it.”

A door opening attracts both of your attention, and you stare Floyd in the face. Out of the corner of your eye you watch Dick stiffen. “Everything okay out here Hell Cat?”

You watch Dick mouth the name before saying, “I’m fine Floyd, I just have a nosy kid. Floyd this is my son Richard.”

Floyd’s eyes widen slightly before he offers his hand, “The cop right? Your mom sure is proud of you. Floyd Lawton.”

Dick’s voices deepens a bit as he says, “It’s nice to meet you. I was just getting ready to go.” He turns towards you and says, “Be safe Mom.” He leans in and kisses your cheek, “We can’t lose you Mom.”

“Have a good week, I’ll be home soon.”

He nods, “I’ll have tons of fun, I’m not in charge, remember?”

You smile as you watch him go. Floyd’s hand lands on your shoulder, “It’s not too late, you can go home. We’ll take care of this.”

You shake your head, “No, I need to be a part of this.” Without another word you turn and head back into the bar to find every single person pressed up against the window. The nosy bastards.

2003 Playlist
  1. Lil Mo - 4Ever
  2. 50 Cent - 21 Questions
  3. Jennifer Lopez/LL Cool J - All I Have
  4. Beyonce - Baby Boy
  5. B2K - Badaboom
  6. Beyonce - Crazy In Love
  7. Pharrell - Frontin
  8. Sean Paul - Get Busy 
  9. B2K - Girlfriend
  10. Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks
  11. Chingy/Snoop Dogg/Ludacris - Holidae In
  12. R.Kelly - Ignition (Remix)
  13. 50 Cent - In Da Club
  14. Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu
  15. Ginuwine - In Those Jeans
  16. Beyonce - Me, Myself & I
  17. Ja Rule/Ashanti - Mesmerized
  18. Bow Wow - My Baby
  19. Mya - My Love Is Like Woah
  20. Wayne Wonder - No Letting Go
  21. LL Cool J/Amerie - Paradise
  22. 50 Cent - P.I.M.P
  23. Ashanti - Rain On Me
  24. Chingy - Right Thurr
  25. Ashanti - Rock Wit U (Awww Baby)
  26. Nelly/P. Diddy/Murphy Lee - Shake Ya Tailfeather
  27. Monica - So Gone
  28. Marques Houston - That Girl
  29. Lil Kim - The Jump Off
  30. Alicia Keys - You Don’t Know My Name

My top 30 songs from 2003. Please feel free to reblog and add your favorite songs if not listed. Songs are clickable - Enjoy!

Open when you want to hear a TON of goofy pickup lines!

El,

       Maybe I should have used these at the beginning of the year to let you know that I had a crush on you!

1. Roses are red, violets are blue, lava is hot, and so are you!

2. Are you made out of grapes? Because you are as fine as wine!

3. I usually press “X” to pick up weapons… does that work for picking you up too?

4. I want to ride you harder than Mario rides Yoshi(;

5. You’re the Mario to my Princess Peach!

6. Mario is red, Sonic is blue, why don’t you hit select and be my player two?

7. Do you like Nintendo? Because Wii would look good together!

8. I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together!

9. If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber!

10. If you were a flower you’d be a DAMN-delion!

11. Are you my appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that I should take you out!

12. I don’t need Spiderman, Superman, or Batman, as long as you’ll be My Man!

13. Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte!

14. Is your dad a drug dealer? Because you’re pretty dope!

15. What kind of grinder are you using? Because you are extra fine!!!

16. I don’t even need a lighter, you’re already on fire!

17. Do you smoke pot? Cause WEED look good together!

18. If you were a booger I’d pick you first!

19. Are you African? Because you’re a-frican’ babe!

20. Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?

21. Did you fart?? Cause you blew me away!

22. You’re so sweet you put Hershey’s outta business!

23. Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?

24. Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back!

25. Are your parents bakers? Cause they sure made you a cutie pie!


I love you bunches!

Rachel

misapprehension: a mistaken belief about or interpretation of something.

Summary: Blaine makes assumptions and Kurt gets hugs. (aka 5+ times Blaine thinks Kurt and Elliott are in love and one time he realises why jumping to conclusions seriously does not make life any easier.)

A/N: I have no idea how this happened except that I really wanted to write about Elliott and how good he is for Kurt. And, well, I pretty much always want to write about Klaine. Also, I mean, come on. They’re all just so pretty, you just gotta get these feelings out sometimes.

Warning for shameless overuse of italics and dumb boys being dumb (but what else is new).

Also up on the AO3.

Sophomore year Blaine decides to move out of the college dorms. He just likes the idea of having a place of his own. And Tina knows a guy from her job at the diner who’s looking for a new roommate just now, after his old one moved to LA to become an actress.

The guy’s name is Kurt and Blaine likes him immediately. He has amazing hair and a very cute smile and wears really tight pants and is just a little awkward.

Keep reading

Despite fear.
Despite fitting in.
Despite judgment.
Despite insecurities.
Despite others standards.
Despite a lack of resources.
Despite anything or anyone.

I will never give up on MYSELF!

Do you need a pick me up today, feeling low, feeling insecure?
Please know that we have all felt this way at one point or another, and that you might feel that way again later in life. What is important to remember is that it is OKAY to not be okay, it is alright to have emotions and feelings, even when they don’t make sense. Always be true to yourself, change when you need to, learn & grow…

BUT NEVER GIVE UP ON YOURSELF! YOU ARE VALID.
YOU ARE WORTHY OF LOVE!

Xoxo
-Elliott Alexzander

so I saw screencaps of Elliott as a spouse floating around with event dialogue (WHICH WAS ADORABLE), and this came to mind to me when playing through the game again:

Sebastian accepting your flower dance proposal when he has at least 4 hearts with you. he is happy. hopeful. charming.


Sebastian accepting your flower dance proposal when he’s your husband and Hates Dancing (But Tolerates It For You And Probably Secretly Loves It)

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Thanks so much for 1000 follower! ❤️

Sorry that i haven’t posted in forever. I wasn’t at home for so long. But I’m going to post more often now :) love you guys lots xx

A lil hot Joseph here for you 😏💕

Waltz #2, Part 1

Castiel x Reader

A/N: A reboot of this series. I’m changing a few things and giving it the TLC it deserves.  Waltz #2 by Elliott Smith

Summary: You were finally slipping into a comfortable routine with the Winchesters, finding life in the bunker to be damn near perfect. That is until the day you met their angel friend, Castiel. Something is wrong, you feel an invisible pull toward the angel and you aren’t sure why. But are some questions better left unanswered? 

“I’m never gonna know you now, but I’m gonna love you anyhow.”

Keep reading

maybe listen to some music to calm down

(confirmed johnlock: a playlist for the trailer with no chill) 

tracklist: told you so - depeche mode / what you know - two door cinema club  / it’s real - missy elliott / i love you always forever - betty who / i love you - woodkid / bad habit - the kooks / i love you - little mix / cry baby - the neighbhourhood / you and i - pvris / you & i - one direction / i need your love - calvin harris, ellie goulding / snap out of it - the arctic monkeys / stop the world i wanna get off with you - the arctic monkeys / starving - hailee steinfeld, grey / greek tragedy - the wombats / knee socks - the arctic monkeys / cardiac arrest - bad suns / give me a try (don diablo remix) - the wombats / told you so - jesse mccartney / i told you so - solange / panic station - muse

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TFW you marry a huge dork

I’m sorry I love puns

#BLOGGOALS: A New Year Follow Forever

Time to spread a little love at the end of this difficult year because I think we could all use some. Thank you all for making my Tumblr experience this year a happy one, happy New Year! 🎉

THE PARTNERS OF 2016:

Those I’ve had threads with at some point this year (no matter how long or short), I’ve enjoyed writing with you and hope we continue to in 2017 as well!

@butterscotchandbabysteps, @duvalandco, @piiemakcr, @genuinelytee, @singin-in-the-blaine, @musingsandrambles, @sebastianwsmythe, @davidkarofskyindie, @themaskedventriloquist, @burning-torch, @trxinedtogetalxng, @withstarsinhereyes, @theoriginalbadasspuckerman, @raeberryindie, @elliott-starchild, @keep-looking-at-the-stars, @notsosweetporcelain, @porcelain-ashtray, @brighterthanwhisperingwords, @darlinglittlewendymoiraangela & @shootingoldstar.

THIS YEAR’S ADMIRABLE FAVOURITES:

The ones I casually stalk…

@stberrywrites, @tothemoonrping, @schottofwinn, @brochelwrites, @tonydinozzorps, @tjroleplays, @meggnogturney, @runwaymodel-bethany, @kurtkringle, @theyoutubewriter,  @the-fires-dead, @fionaroleplays, @anxtiics, @ullielwrites, @thoseamericanguys, @spencerporterwrites, @raebberrywrites, @cooperandthegang, @lipstickandaprayer, @blainearps, @maritwrites, @beyrps, @danhowellrps. @christmasandrps, @offershope, @princessleiaofrp, @winnschottjrwrites, @danversrps, @ddlovatosrps, @blainchelwrites, @pianokeysandbowties, @altruistheart, @sevansandco@santablaine, @puckerwilderoserps, @beebeesrps @walshrps, @chacerp, @claringtonrps, @clarington-the-hunt, @allmyrpthings @audraroleplays, @coffeeandbowtiesrps, @summersrps@como-rps, @bellefrenchroleplays, @totorowrites, @tobincheles @kurthummelrpt, @sammydevansrps @rumplerps@mae-rps & @cutiedavidhenrie.

AND MY GO-TO BLOGS OF THE YEAR:

@lisbugrph, @tveitrph, @dear-indies, @salgronhelps, @nphofrph, @allthingsroleplay, @danandphilhelps, @agleerph & @seblaine-rph.

BUT PLEASE REMEMBER THAT IF YOU’RE NOT ON THIS LIST IT DOES NOT MEAN I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU LESS. I LOVE YOU ALL AND WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 😍💕

“I do not talk to Nephilim about Downworlder business,” Lily said severely.
The Lightwood parents stared at her, and then swung their heads in sync to stare at their son.
Lily waved a dismissive hand in their direction. “Except for Alec, he’s a special case.”
- Born to Endless Night

Can we talk about this scene??

Lily, the head of the New York vampire clan comes barging in screaming for “LIGHTWOOD!”. Robert Lightwood, as the Inquisitor, assumes she’s addressing him. To which her reaction is basically “WTF dude, who are you? I need Alexander Lightwood, obviously.”

She then proceeds to launch right into telling Alec the story of the latest drama in vampire land, ignoring anything Robert tries to say. When Maryse points out that they should report to her as she’s the head of the New York Institute, Lily says flat out that she does not talk to Shadowhunters about their problems. Except she’s already there telling the whole thing to Alec, having sought him out specifically for this purpose. And the way she talks to Alec makes it obvious to everyone present that they’ve done this many many times. She trusts him and knows that he’ll help her sort it out. In fact, he’s already taken steps to sort out the situation before Lily even showed up.

So the Lightwood parents are standing there witnessing this conversation go down, and they realize two things: 1) their son knows everything that’s going on in the Downworlder world and didn’t tell them anything about it, and 2) somehow he has managed to do what no other Nephilim has, i.e. build a good and functioning working relationship with the leaders of the vampire clan and werewolf pack. Basically, Alec is boss and they had no idea.

I mean, did you SEE this part?

“Alec looked at his family over Lily’s head and shook his own head in a small, firm gesture.”

That right there is how he did it. Using his subtle authority and showing respect for others. Lily was cooing over the baby and the rest of the Lightwoods were ready to draw their weapons and attack her when she did something so innocent as making faces at a baby. Because she showed her vampire teeth. She’s a vampire, so they’re not willing to give her the slightest benefit of doubt here, even though she’s clearly friendly with Alec and he’s clearly fine with her approaching the baby. But Alec’s been willing to set old prejudice aside and he’s built a relationship with Lily that is based on mutual respect. He’s doing what no other Shadowhunter could by treating Downworlders with respect and not thinking that he’s superior to them from the start.

At first it killed me a little that Alec won’t be the next head of the New York Institute, but now… I’m thinking he’ll do us one better. He’ll do even better work by being the link between the Institute and the Downworlders. I can’t wait to see what changes they’ll all be able to do together.