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Reticent - Ch.2

Do Kyungsoo/Reader
Word Count: 1,298


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“Did you know that some people thought we hate each other?” You asked, your voice slightly louder than you intended, earning yourself a few glances from the neighbouring table.

You never usually joined anyone other than Jongin and Sehun, maybe occasionally Junmyeon, in the library, but here you were, sitting across a slightly wide eyed Kyungsoo.

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Tsukiyama Tummy Troubles Pt 1

(Okay I’ve done it again. I meant for this to be drabble length/paragraphs and it ended up pages again. OTL. But this is a multi part fic based on AMAZING Tsukiyama art that @dumdumdrawstumtums gave to me a bit ago. I’ve been wanting to write to it forever but either have been busy or hadn’t had the desire. But thanks to Tokyo Ghoul being on TV again, I had extra motivation. I hope the next parts will be a little shorter…And feel free to translate my bad French. I just used Google Translate but it’s also supposed to sound terrible because it’s Tsukiyama. Also note that I’ve made him very uncanon and he is able to eat regular food as well as people but oh well. Disclaimer: This has vore content.) 


Tsukiyama just couldn’t help himself. He knew that he had an important week ahead of him. First, there was a gala tomorrow and then later in the week a special “engagement” with Kaneki (he hesitated to call it a date) that he was dying to enjoy.

“I shouldn’t. I need to look my best this week. I cannot disappoint those at the gala and I definitely cannot disappoint Kaneki…” Tsukiyama said to himself as he bit his lip, first trying to prevent himself from going down the path that his body wanted to go, then down a dirtier path as he dug harder into his own flesh with his teeth. “Kaneki…” he thought to himself for a moment, trying to shake off his lustful thoughts before giving in. He continued to bite on his lip then let his eyes roll back into his head with his head tilting back just a little as he got lost in the dual fantasy of wanting to bed Kaneki and then wanting to eat Kaneki. His imagination ran wild for a moment as he felt himself stiffen in his pants slightly, before he was shaken back to reality again by the very organ that started this whole mess. His stomach.

It growled hungrily even though he was not starving. He didn’t need to eat…he wanted to. Desperately. “I mustn’t! There’s no guarantee I’ll be ready by tomorrow!” Tsukiayama yelled down at his ab-lined stomach. The gluttonous back of his mind worked in tandem with another growl of his stomach. “But what if you were? You’ve digested quickly so many other times! Why you will probably be back, fitter than ever!”, the evil voice in the head said like a terrible shoulder devil though he could tell that the voice was coming not from his shoulder by “other brains” of his anatomy that wanted him to make terrible decisions.

In dramatic fashion, Tsukiyama wrestled with himself, literally. He tossed his head in his hands trying to shake himself out of the thoughts he was thinking and lost his footing, tossing himself side to side. He threw himself against wall, shoulder hitting brick, as he tensed up his face. “La Torture! Tentation divine! Les horreurs d'un repas délicieux et d'un ventre plein! Que devrais-je faire?” He asked himself out loud, drool forming already at his mouth. “Je ne devrais pas le faire…” he said looking down at the ground and then using the back of his sleeve to wipe away the forming drool at his lips. “Mais je dois! Très Bien!” He said licking his lips.

He looked around, now thinking of those around him as potential meals. It was then that he noticed the tell-tale signs of a CCG Ghoul Investigator in a large trench coat, carrying a large metal briefcase. “Très Magnifique! It’s almost like the heavens provide to sanctify this meal!” Tsukiyama said in trite reverence. He caught up to the man and followed him for blocks to make sure that his prey was indeed an investigator. “Mon dieu, I’m practically doing a public service!” he muttered to himself. He watched as the investigator turned down a small, dark alley and then opened his briefcase to fight. Tsukiyama carefully took off his jacket and laid it gingerly on top of a closed dumpster. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation then charged. “Bon appétit…”


The battle hadn’t lasted long. The investigator was strong, stronger than Tsukiyama had anticipated, but that made his victory that much sweeter. His hunger and desire drove Tsukiyama to fight with greater power and speed, though he was so engrossed in his decision that he seemed to fight with an added flair, near dancing around the alley as he dodged every blow that the investigator tried to land on him. It wasn’t long until Tsukiyama was able to overwhelm the investigator and he was left standing in the middle of now abandoned alley, patting his distended belly and arching his head back to let out a gluttonous, wet belch. He pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed the sides of his mouth. “Bof…Excusez-moi! How ill-refined,” he said as he patted his bloated belly over his disheveled shirt. He grabbed his suit coat and proceeded to waddle home to sleep off his meal so he’d be able to be prepared for the gala the next evening. Already the food coma was starting to prick at his consciousness and telling him, he had indeed made the right decision.

Tsukiyama fell asleep, sure in the knowledge that he had made the correct judgement. He patted his belly and slept on his side, letting his belly fill out the side of his bed and dreamt of his upcoming time with Kaneki later in the week. He counted sheep softly, stroking his struggling belly as he did.

However, when Tsukiyama awoke, he did so to a very unpleasant surprise. He tried to turn over, still groggy, assuming that he’d be back to normal shape or at the worst, still a slight bloat that he might be able to cover. But he found that as he turned over to try to stretch his stiff body that he was unable to do so. Wide awake now, and with a sense of terror, he slowly looked down at his torso and saw that his belly still just as big and struggling as it had been before his sleep. “Oh merde…” He said in defeat as he realized that his gamble had ended in utter defeat.

He glanced over at his alarm clock, having decided not to set it to try to work off his meal as much as possible. “Double merde…” he muttered, rolling his eyes. It was only a few hours to the gala and he would need to get ready. He couldn’t let the investigator out, that was like begging for him to be hunted directly or just killed on the spot. No, unfortunately… He’d eaten himself into a corner. Tsukiyama would have to keep him in his stomach for the gala.

Tsukiyama spent the next hour trying to find some clothes that would fit his new girth. At first he tried to focus on something he could wear to the gala and failing that, just something that would fit. Neither seemed to be readily available. His frustration with his own gluttony, his appetite backfiring on him, and anger that his stomach and it’s contents weren’t cooperating with him was making discontented, and rapidly losing his usual French flair. Finally he decided his best shot was to go back to the flashy suit that he was usually wore to such events and would do his best to say that he had just overeaten at a gourmet meal as his gluttonous ways were well known, just not this this…extent.

He showered, and prepped himself, making sure his hair was perfectly coiffed. With some struggle he was able to get his slacks and belt done up, though incredibly strained. The belt buckle was trying to pull itself free as it sat under his incredibly round belly, the added weight of his middle pushing the buckle painfully toward his crotch as it pressed downward. He should have tucked in his shirt first, but he wasn’t even sure he could get his shirt around his new waistline at this point. He buttoned up around his defined chest and then winced a bit as successive buttons got harder and harder to button until finally he was stuck.

Tsukiyama made a face of mixed disgust and determination. He poked angrily at his stomach to get his meal’s attention. “Urgh-! Suck it in! I have a gala tonight, and I’m not letting you ruin it!” he shouted, trying to pull the two halves of his shirt closer together. He struggled and sucked in his stomach as much as he commit, trying to think thin thoughts and apply as much of a vacuum to his distended torso as he could until he was finally able to do up the last buttons.

He cautiously let himself relax and watched the buttons strain tight but was grateful that for the moment they held. Patting the properly contained belly, he tried to tuck what he could into his tight pants, his fingers already being crushed by trying to get them in the tight belt. “Tsukiyama. You’ve really done it this time. You can do this,” He said to himself in the mirror before then putting his suit coat (he decided not to try a button on that at this point) and walked out the door to go to the gala, requesting a driver to take him there. He was glad that Kaneki wouldn’t be at the extravagant affair, having expressed that he didn’t want to be a such a crowded pretentious place with all those people. It would give him time to return to normal. Tsukiyama gulped. Or at least he hoped.

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. 

MaNsAE MANsaE manSaE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui

I didn’t think I would be doing this again BUT HERE WE ARE

Honestly, I haven’t gotten as close with seventeen as I am with BTS. You know that rookie {insert fanbase name here} phase when you get flustered at EVERY. LITTLE. THING that the group does? Yeah, I didn’t get past that yet but i’m getting there :D

How many memes does it take to break out of your kpop rookie phase?


About 20 MillionOKAY LETS DO THISS


1)Bias in Seventeen?

I can’t really choose just one, but here are my top 3 💖

Papa Coups 

Originally posted by kristian-do

hUngggggg my heart hurts just looking at him WHY

honestly, the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

basically the father of everyone in seventeen


HanSwaggie (1st bias when I started liking Seventeen)

Originally posted by ultchwe

100% meme like have you see Ah Yeah???

(pull up on u wacks with mac fully loaded)

too cute stg

FIRST LOVE <3 


Naega HOSHHHI

Originally posted by fyhoshi

who doesn’t bias Hoshi

is a fluff BUT THOSE DANCE MOVES

unholy hip thrusts

needs jisoos im pretty sure this meme is dead

2) What era did you become of Carat?

Technically, I became a carat during the

wAIT FOR IT

Don’t Wanna Cry era WoW I am such a noob

But the first MV I watched was AdoreU

I like both songs :)

Originally posted by jisootherabbit

Originally posted by mygchae

3) Favorite Unit?

HIP HOP UNIT FOR SURE

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love EVERYONE in SEVENTEEN! But the hip hop unit is the meme-iest group of memes I’ve ever seen, and they have two of my biases AND two of my bias wreckers okay I’m done now

Also, Check In is hype👌👌👌

Originally posted by jishooua

5) Bias in each unit?

I’m only going to choose one out for each because I know you guys are tired of me picking at least 5 biases 

Hip Hop Unit:

S.Coups

Vocal Unit:

Seungkwan

Performance Unit:

Jun

6) AdoreU, Mansae, or Pretty U?

Even though the first MV I watched was Adore U and Mansae is catchy, Pretty U has to be my favorite out of these. The overall feel of the song just makes me happy, and the choreography is silly and fun. Also Vernon says “Ice Ice Baby” so you know it’s gotta be good.

Originally posted by mingiant

I SAW THAT BOOTY SLAP MISTER NOT IN MY HOUSE

7) Date, Kill, or Marry?

I would date The8 because he just so sweet. To me, he has all of the qualities of a boyfriend (or what a boyfriend should be). 

I would definitely kill none of them because we already have a short supply of good men on this earth, we don’t need to kill any off.

Obviously, I would marry S.Coups. I don’t think I need to explain that one!

Okay, that’s it for carat tag!! This took me around a whole day to complete, I have no idea why though.

also WOW I ACTUALLY POSTED Oh My GOOOOOOD

I’m probably going to be spamming Seventeen stuff for the next few weeks, I’ve just gotten into them and I want to make my mark in the Carat community <3

Also, Seventeen actually knows that Tumblr exists now so now they get to read all the cringy future fanfictions I’ll make

SpeCtACuLAR!!!!!!

Kawaii Mercury, out!

Simon D - Drunken Antics

Originally posted by callmeloco0

“What?” You yelled into your phone since you were having difficulty figuring out what the caller was trying to tell you because the loud music in the background was drowning out his voice. “Jay, I can barely hear you!” At this moment, he hung up on you. You let out a brief sigh and rolled your eyes. If he was going to call you, he could at least go to a more quiet area. You started wondering why he would even make the effort to call you because Jay hated calls. He barely picked up his phone, and he didn’t call anyone on his own free will- he preferred text messages. 

Could it have been something important? You shook your head at the thought. He was probably wasted and called you by accident. But not shortly after he hung up, you received a message from him which made you worry.



Club A. Come here ASAP! Simon’s about to do something hella stupid.”


You felt your pulse rising as you read his text. You imagined the worst things and you began to feel really worried. Without much hesitation, you bid goodbye to your friends and left the restaurant. While you were walking to your car you quickly texted Jay to wait outside for you, otherwise, it would be a pain in the ass trying to get into the club. Club A was known to be the hot spot for many celebrities and that’s why the security had increased tremendously over the years. You threw your bag onto the passenger seat and drove off.

~*~

“What’s going on?” You asked him right away when you spotted him close to the entrance, before even greeting him.

“Well, nice to see you too, my friend,” he said jokingly, throwing his arms around you for a hug nonetheless.

“Where is he?” You gave him a brief hug before pushing yourself away from him again, inspecting him. First, he made you freak out over his text message and now, he was acting all relaxed and cool. You were utterly confused and you couldn’t judge the situation properly. Was it just a prank to get you here?

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Why I Didn’t Hate Jashi Until XCIX

Okay, that title is a bit of a misnomer. I don’t hate Jashi, and I’ll probably be fine with how it’s portrayed throughout the rest of the series, as they only have two episodes left and a lot of threads to tie up. So the romance between Jack and Ashi will probably be just another one of those threads and not take centre stage.

Like it did in this episode.

Full Disclosure: I was on the side of the fandom hoping Jashi wouldn’t become canon, instead hoping that the two would have a more father/daughter or teacher/student relationship. Along with that idea fitting both characters well, it would be a nice diversion from the common male/female dynamic that often ends with the two romantically involved.

That being said, I was not against the idea of them getting together and, while I did have a few issues with the age gap, I did not consider it unhealthy or immoral. So when the last few episodes began to hint that romance was where the writers were taking these two, I thought, “Okay, as long as they handle it well and naturally for the characters, I can get behind this.”

That is not what they did.

What the writers did was every other clichéd rom-com gag they could in 22 minutes. I get that this was supposed to be a lighter, more comedic episode to lead up to the finale and progress Jack and Ashi’s relationship, but boy, was this the wrong way to do it. Most of the humour came off as forced and uncomfortable, relying more on the audience accepting what was happening because “that’s how these stories go” than on anything that would emerge naturally from these characters.

Now yes, if Jack was attracted to someone he probably would be rather awkward and not know what to say, being a man of few words already and having pretty much no experience with romance. But really, I think he would know better than to allow himself to start getting flustered over touching a woman’s hand while he’s in a fight for his life. (I know it was supposed to be funny. It wasn’t.)

And if Jack’s behaviour is a little out of character, Ashi’s is completely out of character, particularly the very end. Yes, I’m talking about the kiss.

A few weeks before this episode is supposed to be taking place, Ashi and her sisters were flummoxed at the sight of two deer nuzzling in affection. They didn’t even understand what the deer were doing then, and we’re supposed to believe that in this short time her first impulse after a near-death experience would be to make out with Jack? Would she even know what making out was?

It would’ve been so easy to have the two admit their love in a way that fit them. When the monster was dead, they have a good laugh at how silly they (particularly Jack) had been acting and that they were both almost naked, and then have them exchange a tender look and hold hands. It’s nice, quiet, and understated compared to all the over-the-top antics of the rest of the episode, but completely in character for both of them. You could still have Dean Martin singing “Everybody Loves Someone” as the two enjoy their moment. It might even be funnier as you’d expect that song accompanying a kiss or slow dance, but here it would just be a hand hold, and it would be just as beautiful.

But that isn’t what we got. Instead the only Jashi moment we got this week that wasn’t facepalm worthy was the desert scene where Jack made himself and Ashi some nice leaf hats. And even putting Jashi aside (which is almost impossible in this episode), there wasn’t much more to dig into. The prison ship and the desert scenes were cool and drawn beautifully, but the green tigers were rather silly, and the prison monster pretty lackluster. I know they were going for an ‘Alien‘ feel here, but it lacked any of the suspense or terror that that particular monster evoked, which is sad given this is the show that gave us some thrillers with the creepy zombie graveyard and the even creepier haunted house. Not to mention the seppuku ghosts from this season.

I would go so far as to rank this as my least favourite Samurai Jack episode; not just this season, but overall. Before this, my least favourite episode was ‘Jack and the Rave’ but I disliked that episode because it was boring and its villain forgettable. This just made me angry; that the writers who up to this point had done a really good job telling the final chapter of Jack took such a crummy detour for a few jokes and clumsy shipping.

I’m still here for Jack until the very end, and I can still get behind Jashi. But fuck this episode.

Patrick Kane - Requested

Patrick Kane


Friends with benefits. That was what we agreed on because when we met, neither of us were in the position to handle a relationship. We decided to keep it strictly friends with benefits. Everybody know that’s a load of BS though. When have you ever heard of that working out? In every single movie I have watched or book I have read, feelings always get developed and feelings are dangerous. I’ve attempted to stay away from any emotional connection my whole life, always keeping things simple but there is something about Patrick. I can’t explain what it is about him, but something always brings me back to him and that’s what scares me. I can’t develop any feelings for him because I know exactly what he feels for me.

Nothing.


***


“C'mon Y/N.” My friend begs. “Come out to the bar with me. You’ve been moping around the last few days. It’s getting annoying to watch.”

She’s right. I am moping around because I can’t get Patrick out of my head and it’s eating me from the inside out.

“I guess so.” I say but I’m no where near excited. I’m doing this strictly for her, so she’ll stop worrying about me.

“Great!” She cheers and then proceeds to help me choose an outfit.

An hour later, we’re headed to the bar. Patrick has a game tonight but it should be over by now. If they won, he’ll probably be out drinking tonight and I am just hoping that he doesn’t come to the same bar I’m going to. With my luck however, he probably will.

“What on your mind?” My friend asks and I glance at her, from the corner of my eye.

“Nothing, just thinking about work.” I lie smoothly and I know that she doesn’t believe me but she doesn’t comment.

When we reach the bar, I’m excited to let loose and attempt to forget about Patrick for the night. I checked the score and the Hawks did win so he’s bound to be out somewhere tonight but at this point, I can be bothered to care where he is.

“Ready?”

I nod, and grab my purse. “Ready.”




Sometime throughout the night, I started seeing faces from the Blackhawks and immediately panic. Jonathan Toews, Patrick Sharp and a few other guys are around and when I don’t see Patrick, a little but of stress leaves my body but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s here. I wanted to let loose tonight, not worry about him.

My friend comes up at one point and tugs on my arm pointing to the bar. I squint my eyes and when I don’t see what she’s pointing to, I send her a questioning look.

She rolls her eyes, and raises her voice a little. “Look who’s here!”

I look back towards the bar and that’s when I see him. He looks amazing as usual, his blonde hair unruly and uncontrollable and I’m sure if I walked up to him his eyes would still be that blue grey colour that hypnotizes me every time I look at him.

“Oh,” I say lamely. “That’s nice.”

She frowns, looking slightly surprised. “You’re not going to go over to talk to him?”

I shake my head and open my mouth to speak when I see something that literally makes me feel like somebody just took my heart out of my chest and smashed it in to a million pieces.

I didn’t notice her at first, but standing extremely close to Pat, is this blonde haired model. She literally looks like a freaking model and I feel a massive wave of jealously wash over me. It hits me like a ton of bricks and I swear that it feels like my heart got smashed.

The naive part of me likes to say that she’s just a friend but when I see him lean in to kiss her, I start to feel stomach sick. Before his lips make contact with her, I see Toews elbow Pat in the side and then he point to me.

“Shit.” I curse and turn away, running towards the exit. I ignore the calls of my friend and just keep running and running trying to escape because I can’t breathe and all I want is to go home and forget about everything I saw.

Just as I’m reaching my car, a hand wraps around my wrist and stops me. Naturally, my instinct is to punch this person because it could be some creepy pervert but I don’t have to because I know who it is.

He came, and I don’t understand why.

“Hey, stop.” Patrick says and I tug my wrist back, trying to put some distance between us. I can’t think straight if he’s near me.

“What?” I snap and he takes a step back, looking surprised.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, sounding concerned and I want to punch him or something. He comes here acting concerned as if he gives a damn about me. I know that all I am to him, is somebody to call on the nights he’s lonely.

“Nothing,” I say, and try to contain my emotions.

Please, just go. I silently beg.

“Something is wrong, I can tell.” He says and I let out a frustrated sigh.

Why do you care Patrick?” I yell, letting my emotions get the best of me. “Why do you care how I feel? Why don’t you run back along to that girl you were with.”

“Who? Olivia?” He asks and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, why don’t you run back to Olivia and let me go.”

He narrows his eyes. “What’s with you? You were fine last weekend.”

“Hardly.” I mumble and turn to open my door but his hand stops me.

“What’s wrong? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? We agreed we were friends with benefits and nothing more. I can see other people.” He argues. “So why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

“Because I am in love you!” I yell and then I just completely break down. I snatch my hand out from under his and quickly climb in to my car and drive off in to the night, drowning in my own tears.



***


I’m woken up by my doorbell ringing repeatedly. I went to sleep as soon as I got home and from the looks of my clock, I’ve only been asleep for about two hours.

In my half sleep daze, I walk down the stairs and open the door only to find him standing there looking dishevelled. His hair looks like he’s been running his hands through it, his clothes lopsided.

“What do you want?” I ask, and he doesn’t speak but he just pulls me close and kisses me. I begin to melt in to the kiss but then I realize what I’m doing and pull away.

“No, I’m not doing this friends with benefits thing anymore.”  

“Just listen to me,” he says, taking my hands. “Please.”

I nod hesitantly, and let him lead me inside. We sit on my couch and he take a deep breath before beginning.

“We both know why we had this as a friends with benefits thing right?” He asks, and I nod so he continues. “That was two years ago and I wasn’t in a position for a relationship. I was still relatively young and I wasn’t ready to settle down but now, I can see myself in a long term relationship with somebody.”

somebody?

“I know that you said you… loved me.” He says and clears his throat. “but I need to know if you meant it, or was it just in the heat of the moment kind of thing?”

I shake my head. “I meant what I said.”

The smile that comes on to his face is breathtaking but I only see it for a minute because before almost instantly, his lips are connected with mine and it feels like my heart somehow stitched itself back together.

When he pulls away, he leans his forehead against mine and grins.

“I love you too, by the way.”

and darling, you are my only exception

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A/N

oK so here’s a update and I wasn't gonna post until prob Wednesday night bc i have a super big bio test wednesday and I should be studying rn but i wanted to post something for you guys!

hope you like it and hopefully more this week! 

- alex

anonymous asked:

Ushiwaka post break up scenario plz! He seems fine but is actually really confused becus reader-chan broke up with him becus she felt like she wasn't a priority compared to volleyball!

I’m starting to love Ushijima, man!! This season is making me fall for him! His faces, his body, his past. LITTLE USHIJIMA?! WHO DIDN’T LOVE HIM!!??!? Okay, okay, let me get to it, haha.


“Hm? ____-san is still going to our games? I thought her and Ushijima-san broke up?” Goshiki asked curiously. Immediately, everyone flinched. He looked to everyone, and the team could see the actual question marks over his head. “What?”

“Tsutomu, do your warm ups. We’re about to play a game,” Ushijima said, his aura menacing. Immediately, Goshiki flinched and ran off with a ball to began spiking practice.

“Ease up, Wakatoshi-kun. The poor child didn’t know,” Tendou suggested, putting his hand on Ushijima’s shoulder.

“Hm? But we’re about to play a game, there’s no need to talk about useless things,” Ushijima said, tilting his head a bit.

At the sound of those words, Tendou and Ohira half smiled. As Ushijima began to walk away, the two spoke among themselves. “Poor ____-san. She really did break up with him because of volleyball.”

Ushijima could still hear Tendou, even if he whispered. And it was shocking to hear your words coming out of Tendou’s mouth. Even Tendou could see the problem you had, yet Ushijima didn’t understand.

Do you even try to understand my feelings?!

Ushijima’s hands tightened on the ball and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He didn’t understand why your words came to mind, now of all times. It was the game before the finals. Not like Shiratorizowa couldn’t take the game. But it was a step towards Nationals. Ushijima had to think about the importance of now. Mentally, he shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to think about useless things.

“Well, it was a big factor. She should have known that, dating one of the top three aces of Japan,” Ohira replied. Soon, the two ran back to spiking practice, cheering for team mates and themselves at each spike.

Before Ushijma tossed the ball to Shirabu, he caught sight of you in the stands. It had been a week since you two broke up, yet you really came to the games still. You always sat alone, cheering on Ushijima. Now you sat alone, silently.

Ushijima didn’t understand why he hit the ball into the ground, having its slam echo throughout the gym. It might have overpowered the sound of the entire gym’s cheers. Ushijima didn’t understand why he was annoyed you weren’t smiling.


Shiratorizowa won their game, basically dominating the other team. 25-9. Their next game was against Karasuno. Ushijima should only be thinking of his opponents. He should be ready to prove Hinata wrong. Yet, as he sat on the bus driving back to the school quiet, his mind was full of you.


“Wakatoshi? What are you-”

“____,” Ushijima said. He said it so normal, as if he didn’t come to your house unannounced. It was fair to be shocked. “You came to the game.”

“Yeah,” you managed to say. Ushijima didn’t know what to expect, but he felt disappointed in your response. You closed the front door behind you and stood on the porch with him. You both sat down on the bench, a little gap between you two. “Good game. You did good.”

“Thank you,” Ushijima nodded. You chuckled nervously. Maybe from seeing each other only a few times after the break up or you just wanted to leave. Maybe Ushijima shouldn’t have come. But he felt the need to. He wanted to understand his feelings earlier. And he wanted to know why your laugh wasn’t the same as before. His mind was full of annoying thoughts, he didn’t have the time to be considerate. Ushijiima just grabbed a jacket and ran to your house.

“So are you ready for-”

“Why did you come?” You were shaken by Ushijima’s question, he could tell from your flinch. He was used to that, seeing as everyone reacted that mostly to his questions. Even you. But this one, it somewhat hurt.

You leaned back on the bench, holding yourself. The wind had picked up, and it was a bit late. The sun had already set but night hadn’t fully welcomed the moon yet. “I… I just wanted to see you play,” you replied quietly.

“But you hate volleyball,”

Ushijima was confused to see you look at him offended. “I don’t hate volleyball.”

“You broke up with me because of it,” Ushijima now frowned, confused. He watched you shiver a bit. He began to remove his jackets then froze. You looked to him, confused. “It may be a little sweaty. But you’re cold. Would you prefer if you got a jacket? I can wait.”

“I don’t mind,” you replied, faster than expected. Thinking nothing of it, Ushijima wrapped his jacket around your shoulders. As you put your arms through the sleeves, you smiled underneath the collar. It smelled like him. You two sat in silence. You were so wrapped up in his smell, you almost forgot to address his assumption. “Wakatoshi, I didn’t break up with you because of volleyball.”

Ushijima put his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth with his hands. But what you said led to all those points. When was it ever going to be about me? When were you ever going to ask about me? When were you going to appreciate me? Would you even care if I was gone, or would volleyball just fill your mind? Like it always have?

“I don’t understand,” Ushijima sighed. It might have been the first time he’s ever sighed. Sighing frustrated was just rare for Ushijima, in the three years you two had been together, even that was rare. “I don’t understand what Tendou and Ohira were saying, either.”

“Tendou and Ohira?”

Ushijima nodded. “Even they knew you broke up with me because of volleyball. Ohira said you should have known dating one of the top three aces of Japan would come with all these problems.” Ushijima watched you flinch and look away. “Did I say something wrong?”

“…No,” you replied quietly. “Ohira-san is right.”

“Then, I don’t-”

“I still wanted there a little bit of me in your heart though,” you turned to Ushijima, glossy eyes. He seemed to have seen that look more often than others nowadays. He had been making you cry alot lately. But seeing you hold back your tears now, it made him want it all to stop.

“You are,” Ushijima said, as if it was as obvious as the sun shining during the day. Ushijima looked away, not being able to handle much of your tears anymore. “I hit the ball during warm up, angry because of what Tendou and Ohira said.”

“You shouldn’t be mad at them. They were right about me, I should have-”

“I was mad at myself. Even my team mates could see why you were upset, yet I didn’t,” Ushijima interjected. You held onto Ushijma’s sleeve, reminding yourself this was still Ushijima, one of the top three aces of Japan. Volleyball was always going to be first, it was always going to be all of him. You weren’t in his plan. Ushijima won’t understand what you want. “You weren’t a problem. What they said made it sound like you were.”

“Wakatoshi,” you couldn’t find anything else to say. Why was it Ushijima could say so much more now rather than when you two had argued? When you two were on the verge of breaking up?

“You’re not a problem. I was the problem,” Ushijima said, looking up. He could see in his peripheral, declining, shaking your head. Before you could say anything, Ushijima looked to you, grasping your hand. The movement shocked you, making you sit frozen. “I’m sorry I didn’t understand. I made you believe in the three years that you weren’t important to me.”

This isn’t a confession. This isn’t him asking for you back. “It’s okay. At least you understand my feelings now.”

Ushijima nodded. But why were you still crying? And smiling at that? Ushijima didn’t understand even more. He just wanted it to stop. He wanted to stop making the person he was in love with cry. You didn’t deserve this.

Slowly, Ushijima held your face. His big calloused thumbs wiped away the tears as his forehead met yours. Even through the tears you could see his eyes begging. Begging for something.

“Why are you crying?” His voice was soft, not like his usual deep stern voice. Why did he actually sound sad?

“Because you’re late,” you cried. You held onto Ushijima’s jacket, wishing you could keep it. You still loved his smell. You still loved his big hands. “Because I still love you.”

It felt so nice to have Ushijima’s lips on your forehead. Especially that it lingered. You missed this. But it was all going to end. He wasn’t going to hold you anymore after this. He came for closure, and he got it. This was all he needed.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Ushijima murmured into your forehead. Your eyes widened and looked up at him. “I’m sorry, was that-”

You stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth. Ushijima watched you confused. “Wakatoshi, you can’t ask those things after saying all that. We broke up, you can’t just spend the night. We’re still broken up. You can’t come here, finally understanding my-”

Ushijima smashed his lips against yours while he held your face. When did he even get up from the bench? This was wrong. So wrong, yet… It made you melt. Your muscles began to lax and you fell against Ushijima. He was so much taller, you had to lean your head back just so he could kiss you. But it was your favorite thing to do. Ushijima towered you and held you, wrapping himself around you. The kiss broke, and just as you both panted against each other, Ushijima smashed his lips against yours. Your arms found his waist, you were giving into him. Of course you were, you were still in love with him.

This wasn’t a casual kiss. This wasn’t the normal kiss you two shared. It wasn’t the kisses of good luck before a game, Ushijima didn’t need those. This wasn’t a kiss just to say hello. Ushijima held you tightly, it was different than when he embraced you in bed. His hands were tangled in your hair, his breath against your lips. Suddenly, Ushijima lifted you, kissing you as your head was above his. Your hands found his face, touched every angle of his jaw. This was different, Ushijima was different. You broke the kiss and stared into his eyes. Half-lidded, begging for you.

“You have a game tomorrow,” you whispered. You were actually breathless, it was hard to breathe.

Ushijima shook his head. “I need you to know. I’m still in love with you too. I’ll try better for you.”

“You still have a game tomorrow,” you chuckled. Ushijima kissed your lips gently and smiled as your foreheads met.

“I can still spend the night and kiss you good morning before I play tomorrow,” Ushijima replied, his arms holding you tighter around your waist.

As Ushijima peppered you in kisses, you realized it was all true. Never would he have stayed over before a game. Never would he have said those words to you. Volleyball was first, everything. You were never in Ushijima’s heart.

You were starting to realize you were wrong.

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry if this is silly question, but I wasn't really sure what to google - what is spoonie magic? Or what do people mean when they talk about having spoons? I've seen it quite a bit on tumblr - I'm very new to this and so confused, and I saw you had some posts referring to it. Help?

Basically the term “Spoonie” was born from the Spoon Theory written by Christine Miserandino, who has Lupus. (In short - a general term for people who are chronically ill, mentally or physically) I’m going to copy a few quotes from it in case you don’t want to read the whole thing.

“(My friend) asked what it felt like, not physically, but what it felt like to be me, to be sick. I quickly grabbed every spoon on the table; hell I grabbed spoons off of the other tables. I looked at her in the eyes and said “Here you go, you have Lupus”. She looked at me slightly confused, as anyone would when they are being handed a bouquet of spoons. I explained that the difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things when the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The healthy have the luxury of a life without choices, a gift most people take for granted. Most people start the day with unlimited amount of possibilities, and energy to do whatever they desire, especially young people. For the most part, they do not need to worry about the effects of their actions. So for my explanation, I used spoons to convey this point. I wanted something for her to actually hold, for me to then take away, since most people who get sick feel a “loss” of a life they once knew. I asked her to count her spoons. She asked why, and I explained that when you are healthy you expect to have a never-ending supply of “spoons”. But when you have to now plan your day, you need to know exactly how many “spoons” you are starting with. It doesn’t guarantee that you might not lose some along the way, but at least it helps to know where you are starting. (She then takes spoons away one by one according to the tasks her friend has to accomplish. You need to prioritize your spoons and choose how you want to use them until you run out and don’t have any energy left.) It has been a code word for what I can and cannot do.”

Those who use the Spoon Theory = Spoonies

Basically, Spoonies use this theory to help people understand how much energy they have during the day and as an explanation why or why not they can do certain things. Spoonie witchcraft can be adaptations of bigger spells to accommodate those that don’t have the energy to do long rituals, or smaller spells that require little energy output. Every Spoonie is different though, so not everything I post is going to be low-energy friendly, but I try to direct or give options to those that prefer low maintenance spells.

Another term used in the Witchcraft community is “lazy witchcraft” - which some people take offense to - but is more common for those that aren’t chronically ill, but just don’t have the time or energy because of jobs, family, etc. Personally, if that’s your case then I don’t really care if you use that term, but fair warning - some Spoonies do take offense when people lump the two terms together, so keep that in mind. Mainly because we can’t help not being able to do everything.

I think another great resource besides me is @recreationalwitchcraft, since most of their spells are for people that just want to do spells occasionally - but most are Spoonie friendly as well. 

So yeah. If you’re wondering why I personally refer to myself as a Spoonie, it’s because I’ve been physically ill for the last 2 years now. The diagnosis was originally Crohn’s Disease, but then I had my gall bladder surgically removed. Three months later I’m still not well, so the term is staying with me. I do function pretty well on most days, but I generally crash at least once a week. Other than that, because I’ve met and learned a lot about those in the Spoonie Community, I’d like to offer what I can to those that still want to be a part of the witchcraft community, and sort of be an advocate for people like me. 

So, Spoonies, if you want to talk or need some references to other Spoonie witches, let me know!

- Torque -

Figured I’d post this on tumblr, too. 

Title: Burst Rate
Fandom: Life is Strange
Characters: Max, Nathan
Relationship: Platonic Caulscott
Summary: Max and Nathan have a chat a year after the ending of the game.
Warnings: SPOILERS for Episode 5.

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Vegan Onion Challenge

Requested: Can u do an imagine where shawn does the vegan onion challenge? based off of cameron dallas’ vegan onion challenge?

Note: I watched Cam’s video because I had no idea what this challenge was, and I was not prepared for what was in that video. If you decide to watch it, definitely watch it at your own risk. There’s a warning on the video. I ignored the warning. Don’t ignore the warning.

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“Hey guys, its y/n here with my boyfriend…”

You pause and look over to Shawn who says, “Shawn!”

Chuckling slightly at how adorable he is, you continue, “And we’re going to do the vegan onion challenge.” You hold up the peeled, raw onion in front of you, and Shawn does the same, making a face at his onion. Hiding your laughter, you say, “So basically if you don’t know what it is, we’re going to just race to see who can eat more of the onion, or all of the onion the fastest. It’s pretty simple. It’s pretty disgusting. How do you feel about this challenge Shawn?” You direct your last question to him.

“I don’t know why I agreed to do this.” He moves his onion closer to your nose. “Just smell that. Do you really think this is a good idea?” He asks.

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Not Drunk

Some days you’re watching the Republican primary debates with a dear friend, and you’re both drinking (because there are few other ways for you to make it through those debates without breaking something) and your friend informs you that they now have 250 followers on Tumblr and you say that that is an acheivement that deserves fic.

So, both of you are tipsy, and she gives you a prompt (about being tipsy), and you start writing it that night, but you don’t finish it.

Fast forward two weeks and you find that fic sitting unfinished on your Google Drive and you realize that you kiiiiiind of forgot that it existed.

So you finish it and post it and hope that she still loves you (and her follower count hasn’t jumped up to 500 yet because that kind of thing deserves way more than 1500 words of silliness half-written when drunk).

Happy 250 followers, fleurdeneuf!

He wasn't drunk per se. Time Lords did not get drunk. They absolutely didn’t get tipsy… that was an entirely human behaviour, tipsiness. He was not the slightest bit tipsy. Not at all. In spite of all of Jack’s attempts, the Doctor was in no way drunk. He absolutely did not get drunk off of only a handful of ounces (gallons? Possibly, it had taken a long time to get this way) of gin.

In spite of the surprisingly intoxicating properties of juniper berries, the Doctor was not drunk he was… happy.

Happy enough to consider dancing.

And dancing made him think of the even-more-intoxicating properties of Rose’s perfume.

But the Doctor was not intoxicated.

Nor was he pacing in front of Rose Tyler’s door three hours after she had excused herself from his and Jack’s presence (and drinking contest) to go to bed.

Well… he had to concede this last point. There didn’t seem to be any denying that he was, in fact, in front of Rose’s door.

He wouldn’t knock and wake her, however. Never. That would be foolish, and the Doctor, the last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm, the Ender of the Last Great Time War would never be foolish. Even in the very unlikely even that he was drunk, which he was, most assuredly, not.

He was, however, knocking on her door. Why in all of time and space was he doing that?

But then she answered, and he had his answer- because she glowed. The warm bedroom light was behind her, casting a halo on her blonde hair, and his vision might have been just the slightest bit fuzzy, but there was more to it than that. Her cheeks were warm and pink with sleep, and her eyes were bright. Her skin was smooth and creamy, uncovered by makeup, and her rumpled clothes and hair gave her a gentle sexiness that, under different circumstances he would never admit to affecting him.

He might have to admit to a certain… lack of inhibition. He was not, however, drunk.

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Kiznaiver 06 - Thoughts

So much to talk about oh my god this episode sure delivered!

Ramblings about Maki/Ruru, Maki, Katsuhira, Sonozaki, Yuta, Maki/Yuta, Katsuriko, Tenga, Tendori, etc under the cut!

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Blindness

A/N: OKAY. So this right here is a little gift fic for Elena (aka @theysangastheyslew). Why you ask? Because 1) ItotallyhadsomethingplannedforherbirthdayforeveragoandthenlifehappenedandsuddenlyIhadtoomanythingsIwantedtowriteforherandcouldn’tmakeupmymindI’msorryI’mhorrible and 2) Because she totally deserves all the writing for her wonderful art *-* 

So this piece is based off of this incredible picture she submitted for Royai Week 2015. I hope you enjoy it, Elena~! AndsorryI’mhorribleIjustcouldn’tmakeupmymind.

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  • HEY I WROTE THIS REALLY LONG DRABBLE BASED ON A HEADCANON FROM http: //untildawnff.tumblr.com/ AND I WAS GIVEN PERMISSION TO POST IT BUT CREDIT TO THEM FOR THE IDEA OKAY THANK YOU.
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  • Sam
  • "So how are you and your boyfriend, Sam?" my mom asked on the other line of the phone. I rolled my eyes and inter ally sighed. I didn't actually have a boyfriend. But my, god was my mother getting annoying asking me when I'd get a boyfriend and bring him over. So I lied and said I did have one. Didn't even give her a name or anything. And somehow, she, and everyone else believed me. And it's been going for about two and a half weeks now.
  • "We're fine, mom." I sighed into the phone. My mom clicked.
  • "You don't sound fine." She inferred. Act in love, Sam.
  • "We are, don't worry, I'm just really tired." I reassured. She stayed silent for a moment.
  • "Okay... How about you two come over for dinner on Friday?" She asked. That caught me off guard. I moved out of my parents house a few months ago, since I was 18 and had enough money saved up. So I lived in an apartment building across town.
  • "Uhhh..." I pulled my phone away from my face to check what day it was. Wednesday. I haven't seen my parents or my brother and sister in almost a month. I couldn't say no.
  • "... sure..." I replied dully. She giggled.
  • "Great! I can't wait to meet this guy. I'm sure you got your paws on one handsome devil! Come around six?" She finished. My mouth ran dry. What the fuck was I gonna do? I couldn't come up with a clever break-up story in three days. Maybe I should tell them he died in some ridiculous way. That'd be kind of funny. But not believable. I guess I just had to go with it. I sighed.
  • "Yeah, I guess." I huffed. My mom giggled.
  • "Yay! Okay, I love you, baby! I'll see you then." She concluded before hanging up. I ended the call and threw my phone on the couch. Fuuuuuuck.
  • I thought for a long while and what the hell I was gonna tell my parents. I did NOT wanna tell them the truth and have them nag, nag, nag me about it. But what could I do? I thought for a while more before it came to me. I could have someone pretend to be my boyfriend for the night. I thought about my options. Right away, Mike and Matt were off the table. They were in the middle of some ridiculous love triangle with Emily. Chris wasn't exactly an option either. He and Ashley had something. I don't know what it is, but it's something. And the way Chris takes things, he'd get the wrong idea. So that only left one other person.. Josh. It's not that I didn't like Josh, because I did, I was closer to him then anyone else. But the thought of asking him to pretend to be my boyfriend for a night was a little weird. But what else could I do. I sighed and pulled out my phone and texted Josh.
  • 'I'm coming over.' I texted.
  • 'Ummm?? Ok but no ones here'
  • 'That's fine. Hahahaha I need a favor.'
  • 'Oh god. Should I be scared?'
  • 'Uh, maybe?'
  • ' jesus Sam'
  • 'Be there in like ten minutes.'
  • 'You suck'
  • I laughed and closed my phone, not responding. I gathered my stuff and headed to Josh's house. This was gonna be an interesting conversation.
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  • I approached Josh's house and groaned. I was already regretting it. But it was too late now. This was a better idea then any of the others I came up with. I walked up to the door and knocked.
  • "Helloooo? Josh?" I yelled. Nothing. I turned the handle of the door out of curiosity and sure enough, it was open. I walked in slowly, closing the door behind me.
  • "Josh?" I called again. Still nothing. I walked into the living room and sat my bag down. I've done this before and usually Josh is just in the bathroom or getting out of the shower or something. I stood and waited. For a lot longer then I wanted to. I pulled out my phone text him. Suddenly, a pair of hands jabbed my sides and a yelled in my ear. I knew damn well who it was but I still screamed and dropped my phone. I whirled around and go figure, there was Josh, giggling like an idiot. I flushed. I didn't like when people grabbed my sides.
  • "Josh!" I growled, slapping his arm as he laughed at my minor shame.
  • "Hey, lame-o, what's up?" He chuckled. I rolled my eyes, remembering this awkward talk I was about to have. I sighed.
  • "Hey, is everything okay?" He asked, his smile slowly dying away.
  • "Uhhh, okay. So remember my parents?" I asked. He nodded.
  • "Remember that thing I told them? That was actually true a few weeks ago?" I continued. He raised an eyebrow.
  • "Yeeaaaahhh..? The one where you told them you have a boyfriend when you very well do not?" He said, a ghost of a smile on his face. I nodded.
  • "Yeah, well, they wanna meet said boyfriend on Friday at their house for dinner, and I can't get out of it." I went on. Josh simply blinked.
  • "And... I need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend for the night." I finished, smiling a little too innocently. Josh was unresponsive for a moment before he ultimately burst into laughter. I stared at him as he laughed.
  • "Okay, okay, lemme get that straight. You want me to be your boyfriend for the night?" He repeated. I looked at the floor. Hearing it out of someone else, it sounded ridiculous.
  • "Yeeees..." I groaned. I didn't look at him.
  • "Okay." He said casually. I snapped my head up.
  • "What?" I asked, kind of skeptical that he agreed to this. Let alone as casually as he did.
  • "I said okay. I'll pretend to be your boyfriend so you don't have to deal with the wrath of your parents." He said clearly. Thank. God. I huffed.
  • "Thank you!" I groaned.
  • "No problem, babe." Josh said, winking at me. I blushed.
  • "No! Don't call me that." I stammered. He noticed my demeanor and snickered.
  • "Sorry, dear." He smirked.
  • "Stoooop! I'm going home, Josh." I growled.
  • "Whatever you say, baby." He continued. It was really weird coming from him.
  • "Goodbye! Josh!" I screeched, walking out the door.
  • "I LOVE YOU, BABYYYY!" He yelled after me.
  • "Baaaaaaaaaah!" I yelled back as I walked out of his yard.
  • "I will see you Friday at 5!" I yelled as I walked away. This was gonna be a looooong Friday.
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  • Friday came a lot faster then I wanted it to and I dreaded it a lot. This was gonna be super weird. I mean, even if I was bringing my family an ACTUAL boyfriend, it would be weird. But it was going to be even weirder because I wasn't bringing them a boyfriend. I was bringing them a Josh. Good thing Josh has never met my parents before. A beep outside distracted me from my dreading. It was Josh. I took a deep breath and made my way out into the Fall outdoors. There was Josh outside my Apartment building in his stupid little car with a stupid little smile on his stupid little face. I wordlessly got into the passenger seat.
  • "Hey, you look nice." He complimented. I snorted. I really didn't. I'd usually dress a little better to go see my parents. But I didn't totally bum it. I could tell Josh had literally JUST got out of the shower because his hair was still a little wet and his entire car smelled like Axe.
  • "Are you seriously okay? I can pretend to be sick and you can tell your mom I have malaria." He suggested. I laughed, remembering that I actually considered telling my parents my boyfriend died.
  • "It's okay. I'm okay." I assured, nodding my head.
  • "Promise?" He asked, offering his pinky. I wrapped my pinky around his and squeezed.
  • "Promise." I repeated. He smiled.
  • "Okay." He said quietly before starting his car and setting off to my parents house.
  • "So, how should I act? What should I do?" He asked, sounding almost nervous. I raised an eyebrow. What did he have to be nervous about?
  • "Uhhh.. Just be you. We're gonna have to hold hands and whatnot but just be yourself." I shrugged. He nodded.
  • He opened his mouth to say something but closed it.
  • "What?" I asked. His face slowly got red and he shook his head.
  • "Nothing." He mumbled. I tilted my head. I've never see Josh like this. Josh was almost always goofy. Kind of cocky. Never did I ever see him nervous, this was kind of unlike him.
  • "What are you all nervous about?" I asked out of curiosity. He shook his head.
  • "I don't know...." he said, giving me a weird look. I dropped the subject as we pulled up in front of my parents house. I exhaled deeply.
  • Josh parked and looked at me.
  • "You ready?" He asked, his face suddenly eager. I rolled my eyes. Not really. But there was no turning back. I sighed and nodded my head.
  • "Yeah, let's go." I mumbled, getting out of the car. My stomach was in knots. I didn't really care if they didn't like him or not... Okay, I did, but that wasn't my main concern. My main concern was that now my parents will now forever think of Josh Washington as my boyfriend. And that was really weird to me. Josh waited for me and once I caught up to him he gave me one last look as to say "are you sure you're sure?" I nodded my head and walked up to the door, knocking gracefully.
  • "Don't be nervous." He whispered quickly, just before the door opened and my smiling mother appeared.
  • "Sammy-bear!" She squeaked before hugging me tightly.
  • "Hi, mom." I giggled. I was happy to see her after almost a month. I needed this. She eyed Josh for a moment.
  • "Is the boyfriend I've heard next to nothing about?" My mom asked. I was kind of flustered.
  • "Uh, yes! Mom, this is my b-boyfriend, Josh." I said with an awkward smile. It felt so weird to say. I looked at Josh and he seemed almost confused and a bit lost. I grabbed his hand and gave him a look. He looked surprised for a moment, before snapping back into it.
  • "Uh-um, yeah, hi, I'm Josh Washington. Nice to finally meet you." He greeted politely. I was surprised he was capable.
  • "Hello, Josh, nice to finally meet you, too." My mom said. This might not be too bad.
  • "Well, come on in!" My mom cheered, scurrying into two house. I looked at Josh. He looked back at me.
  • "You okay?" He asked. I nodded. He squeezed my hand a little tighter. I involuntarily smiled. What the hell is happening to me? I brushed it off and yanked Josh in the house. I followed my mom into the dining room.
  • "Hey, Sam's here with her boyfriend!" My mom announced to my father, brother, and sister at the table.
  • "How much did you pay him to show?" My brother asked, causing Josh to chuckle. I, took my hand from his and elbowed him in the ribs.
  • "Shut up, Evan." I growled.
  • "Relax," Josh whispered in my ear. I let out a breath and calmed down. It was awkward for a moment, Josh and I being the only ones standing.
  • "Well, don't to strangers, sit down, you two!" My dad said. I did as my dad said and dragged Josh to a chair next to me and we both sat down.
  • "Uh, Josh, this is my dad. My brother, Evan, and my sister, Brooke." I introduced.
  • "Hi." He said awkwardly. Everyone else kind of mumbled "hellos."
  • "Well, dinners almost done, so for now, we can just talk." My mom shrugged.
  • "Josh." My dad said. Josh tensed up next to me.
  • "Yes?"
  • "Do you wanna come and help me get drinks for everyone?" My dad asked. I instantly got nervous. He was about to have a talk with Josh. And with Josh's attitude it might not be too pleasant. And Josh knew it because his foot started tapping on the floor like crazy. I put my hand on his.
  • "U-um, yeah!" He stammered. My dad nodded and got up up, then walking into the kitchen. Josh got up and walked with him, but not before giving me a peck on my head, which made me blush hard. My mother grinned as he walked away, noticing my almost surprised expression.
  • "How long have you two been dating?" My sister asked. I blinked slowly.
  • "A little more then a month." I said, kind of out of it.
  • "He really likes you, huh? He does! I can tell by the ways he acts!" My sister inquired. That caught me a little off guard and I had to think. I wasn't too sure if Josh was a good actor or not, but tonight it seemed like it. But then again, he was so nervous before we got here... And he was obviously trying to make some sort of good impression on my mom and who knows what's he saying to my dad.
  • "Right?" My sister asked. I thought a little but slowly nodded.
  • "Yeah.. I guess he does." I mumbled. As if on cue, my dad and Josh came out of the kitchen. I was almost surprised when thy came out laughing and talking. Josh slid in the chair next to me and my dad sat down as well.
  • "Some drinks..." Evan muttered. My dad's expression turned a bit sour upon realizing he didn't even get drinks.
  • "Damn. I'll get 'em." He said plainly, going back into the kitchen. I leaned close to Josh.
  • "What'd you say to him?" I whispered for only him to hear, kind of puzzled by how my dad was totally and absolutely cool with it. Josh smiled.
  • "The truth." He whispered confidently. My eyes went wide.
  • "About the you and I situation?" I replied. He shook his head.
  • "Not exactly." He whispered. I gave him a puzzled look and he just smiled at the rest of the table. I raised an eyebrow, kind of afraid of what they talked about. I almost didn't wanna know.
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  • The night went okay, Josh and I did fake couple things like hold hands at the table and and hug a little longer then most would. Everyone got along. It wasn't that bad. And the night was almost over.
  • "How about me make toasts?" My dad suggested.
  • "With Pepsi?" I quirked, tilting my head. My mom shrugged.
  • "Why not?" My mom smiled. She stood.
  • "I'll go first... A toast to my lovely family! I wouldn't change a thing." She said before sitting down. I smiled. Evan stood.
  • "A toast to myself. Because I am a bad-ass motherfucker." He said. My mother gasped and I slapped my hand over my mouth. Josh, however, proceeded to laugh his ass off.
  • "Evan! Language!" My father hissed. Evan just smirked. I slapped Josh's arm as he laughed hysterically.
  • "Josh!" I growled, trying myself not to laugh. He tapped my arm.
  • "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm calm." He chuckled, clearing his throat. Emma stood.
  • "A toast to Sam! I'm glad you finally decided to come over." She grinned and sat back down.
  • "Thank you." I mouthed to her before standing up for my turn. I thought before I spoke.
  • "Ahh, a toast to all of you! Mom, dad, Emma, Evan, Josh. You're all so important to me, and I don't know what I'd to without you." I finished before sitting down. Josh didn't even look at me before he stood up. He took a deep breath before starting.
  • "Okay, um, a toast to... My girlfriend. My beautiful, amazing, best friend. Sam.. I don't know where I'd be if I'd never met you. And I can never, ever, repay you for what you've done for me. Thank you." Josh finished before finally sitting back down. My jaw dropped open. I couldn't believe what he said. I looked at him for a long time. He didn't look back at me. A smile slowly stretched across my face and I leaned over and pecked Josh on the cheek. He smiled and blushed.
  • "That was nice..." my mother said quietly. My dad stood up.
  • "Well, my toast is also to my wonderful family. And Josh, who I hope will stay around a long while. Tonight was perfect in the most imperfect way. And that's just the way I want it." My father finished to close the night. We all smiled. My mother wiped the forming tears out of her eyes. Josh wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him. I leaned into his chest and smiled. Tonight was amazing.
  • "Um, I really think we should get going.." I announced, intertwining my fingers with Josh's
  • "Are you sure?" My mom asked. I nodded.
  • "Yeah, it's getting late I'm tired." I said. My brother snorted.
  • "Use condoms." He said. My face flushed and Josh laughed.
  • "Evan, stop!" I hissed. Josh squeezed my shoulder and I relaxed. I don't know why that of all things calmed me down. My head was all confused, I needed sleep.
  • "Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Josh mumbled. I was about to ask what he was talking about until he pulled me into him and brushed his lips against mine. I didn't respond out of surprise. And then he stepped back. I couldn't speak, just babbled incoherent things. Did... he just... do that? Maybe it was just for my parents to see it now something, I don't know. Now we really needed to go.
  • "Bye everyone, I love you!" I said loudly before dragging Josh out the door. We got in the car and drove away.
  • "Well that was ah... Interesting." Josh quirked. I nodded slowly. And it was. It went a lot better then expected to
  • "Yeah...." I mumbled, still kind of shocked by the random kiss. I didn't know if he was planning it or what but I was still kind of surprised. I mean, I was still have a hard time processing Josh as my "boyfriend."
  • "Maybe we should go out as a couple again sometime. Pretend to be a couple around town." Josh shrugged. I snorted.
  • "Or we could not pretend.." he said quietly. What was he implying? I mean, I knew he was joking but still. I laughed.
  • "Good one." I replied. He stayed silent for a second.
  • "Yeah, I was uh... just.... just joking." He said quietly. The rest of the care ride was silent until he pulled up to my apartment building.
  • "Thank you so, so, so much for this Josh! I have no idea how to repay you!" I thanked as I exited the car. He put a hand up.
  • "Don't. Tonight was nice." He said. I nodded and turned to walk inside. Then I remembered something I wanted to ask him and turned back around.
  • "Josh?" I asked. He looked at me.
  • "Yeah?"
  • "When you said you told my dad the truth... What did you mean?" I asked curiously. Josh bit his lip and raised his eyebrows.
  • "Well.. He asked me how I really felt about you. So I told him the truth." Josh said simply. I thought for a minute. But when my dad came out of the kitchen, he was still obviously under the impression that Josh and I were dating. Wait a minute... I finally put two and two together. He literally asked me out in the car and I thought he was kidding! He was not kidding!
  • "Oh, wait, Josh..." I said, feeling like an asshole. He shook his head.
  • "Don't worry about it, Sam. I'll see you later." He said, driving off without another word.  I called for him but he kept driving, driving, driving and then he was gone. My head was running wild. I'm so dumb. I didn't realize Josh liked me.. I'm not even sure how I feel about him. I mean... I don't know if I like him... Of course not, its Josh. Obviously I do, he's the only one that can do what he does to me. Ugh, this was so confusing. Suddenly, my phone started to buzz and I pulled it out of my pocket and it was a text. From Josh.
  • "I had to do it just once." It said. I ran my fingers over my lips and felt my cheeks get red.
  • Ugh... Josh... What did I do?
“Lexa had no choice.”  Uh, yeah, she did. Everyone does.  And afterward you have to live with the effects of that choice.

By happenstance I’ve had several conversations this week in fandom about Lexa’s betrayal at the foot of Mount Weather in 2x15, and what that means in terms of characters being responsible for their actions. So I just decided to slap all my feels onto a big meta post.  What you’re about to read is like an unnecessarily long post about Commander Lexa, all the other characters, war strategy, Mount Weather, the Trigedakru, ethics, and how the series handles culpability for character’s actions.  I’m putting it under a cut.

The point of war ethics as presented in two seasons of The 100 isn’t to narrow bad things down to simply “I had no choice” vs. “I’m guilty”, its to show that:

  1. there is always a choice
  2. life is so unfair that usually it’s two terrible options to choose from
  3. you can’t avoid choosing
  4. once you choose, you’re responsible for the weight of it. your fault, your burden, your choice.

First, let’s talk about the strategy behind the betrayal. Was Lexa’s choice to save a hundred or so hostages and her initial wave of soldiers really the choice made from the head and not the heart?

This whole question is where the writer’s justification for Lexa’s ruthless’ tactics falls apart. The goal of the Trikru war effort was to conquer and destroy MW. PERIOD. END STOP. They didn’t even know about the blood prisoners until Clarke made the alliance 3 weeks before. Lexa’s massive regional alliance was built on the promise of conquest, not peace. Even after Clarke told them about the hostages, rescue was secondary concern to military victory: “Blood must have blood.” Clarke promised them to help defeat the mountain and rescue both groups, but the primary military goal of the 12 clans was always to eliminate the threat.

If Lexa was genuinely ruthless enough to made “the hard choice”, she would have let the blood prisoners die like she let her allies and civilians die in tonDC. What’s 100 prisoners when she already lost 300+ a week before, and tens of thousands over the last 50 years? Taking MW by force was the primary goal from the Trikru perspective. Instead Lexa suddenly goes soft for a comparatively small number of hostages & the initial people who might die in the siege? That doesn’t hold up with her hard-ass rationale. If she decided based on wanting to save the hostages, that’s using her heart to make choices. So then her relationship rational with Clarke falls apart–obviously Clarke isn’t as high in her heart as her people. Which is fine and for the best, but it doesn’t follow then that we should believe Lexa was completely in love with Clarke to the degree that fandom makes it out to be. Is her heart with a few survivors or is it with Clarke or is it with herself?  I get frustrated whenever I try to think about the conflict between how we’re “supposed” to read that scene (per writers on twitter) and how that scene actually fits in with her other behavior.

By choosing the deal, Lexa failed the ultimate goal of the campaign (i.e. MW was not conquered), she allowed a rival force to be empowered, and to do so she sacrificed proven allies. This is great for Lexa if she wants to live in a world where she leads her people alone and unrivaled, with MW as a predictable opponent she can use to keep her power established.  If personal power was her goal, then she did well with her betrayal.  HOWEVER, the writers have said that they wanted it to seem like it was a strategy choice driven by a desire to save the hostages and avoid war, not about her personal gain. We’re supposed to see her betrayal as a sacrifice: by sacrificing the alliance and her feelings for Clarke, she saved the Trikru.  But that makes no sense because by letting MW roam free on the surface Lexa has grossly endangered every clan in a three hundred mile radius. She woke the dragon and opened the front gate wide.  She failed to achieve the goal of the 12 clan alliance, and she allowed her enemies to grow stronger, not weaker.  The fact that the writers of the show can go on twitter and say that they actually think Lexa’s people are safer now and that she made the wisest choice possible by allying with MW just demonstrates that even tv writers can make ludicrous gaps of logic sometimes.

As fandom has discussed multiple times, Lexa’s actions don’t make sense from a cold-hearted POV or from a soft-hearted POV. Her choices are inconsistent either way, which is why fandom is still confused about this and arguing it out– it was weak writing that leaves Lexa either looking like an incompetent war commander or a very power-grabbing individual. Apparently neither of those were the intention of the writers room…. which honestly sucks for all the viewers.

As far as Lexa’s choices go, she’s responsible for the consequences of her actions REGARDLESS of her intent.  Time and again The 100 show has made it 100% clear that people may make difficult decisions because they feel trapped by circumstances, but at the end they are still responsible. They still have to pay the piper.

  • Kane and Jaha and Abby felt trapped by duty–but they are still responsible for corruption, executions, torture, and ‘culling’ on the Ark.

  • Bellamy felt trapped by survival and duty to his sister– but he’s still responsible for shooting Jaha, for beating kids, for torturing Atom and Lincoln, for hanging Murphy, and for trying to cut off communication to the Ark.

  • Clarke felt trapped by duty–but she’s still responsible for lighting the rockets that burned a Trikru village, for killing the Trikru army, for abandoning tonDC, and for killing the Mountain Men.

  • Finn felt trapped by devotion and survival–but he’s still responsible for massacring 18 innocent villagers.

  • Dante felt trapped by duty to his people and to survival–but he’s still responsible for bombing cities, enslaving fellow human beings, and turning people into cannibals and vampires.

  • Lexa feels trapped by duty toward her people, but she is still responsible for initially making war with the Sky People, for torturing Raven, for executing Finn, for executing Gustus, for trying to kill Octavia, for abandoning tonDC, and for betraying her alliance to side with her people’s lifelong enemy.

All of these things have complex reasons and context and rationales and motivations. All of these characters believed that they were, in their own view, justified.  But over and over again, the show tells us that intent DOES NOT trump responsibility. You have to accept responsibility for your actions. Going too far eventually ends one of four ways:

- loss of power (Jaha, Bellamy, Abby)
- abdication of power (Kane, Clarke)
- death of spirit or loss of reason (Jaha, Clarke, Finn)
- horrible death (Dante, Cage, Finn)

You always lose something. You always pay. We done know how Lexa’s fate will result bc in canon time, the betrayal was just two episodes ago. We don’t know what the fallout will be for her yet. Maybe more war, maybe internal clan strife, maybe just Clarke’s enmity and the sacrifice of their romantic possibility.   But she is responsible, and there will be negative consequences for her.  There always are on this show.

The thing about Lexa… I’m not dissatisfied with them making her a darker and more ethically corrupt character. Nearly everyone on screen is at this point. Even Monty is tainted now with the death of MW. But fandom hiding behind her saying “I had no choice” is a delusion, the lie that all these characters have told them selves before eventual narrative judgement slams down on top of them with a big “THIS IS YOUR FAULT” gavel.

Lexa had a choice: hold the alliance or break it. She chose to break it. She had her reasons, and to her mind they were justifiable reasons. That will have both good and bad results for her in season 3, I’m sure. But let’s not pretend that Lexa is innocent just because she felt justified. Let’s not pretend that her seeming ‘lack’ of choice absolves her of the weight of her betrayal. She did those things, and she has to live with it.  While Clarke may or may not grant her forgiveness, Lexa is not entitled to be absolved, forgiven, or accepted back into the good graces of Clarke or the Sky People. Her feeling bad or feeling that she was justified doesn’t make it not her responsibility.

She is a dark and complicated character and just like everyone else on The 100, she has to live with the choices that she made, and the cost that eventually follows. If some fans dislike Lexa for the choices she made, then that’s no different than disliking  Murphy, Jaha,  Abby, Kane, Bellamy, Clarke, or Finn. When characters make bad choices, fans get upset with that character. That’s life on the internet.

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anonymous asked:

What about: I'm a broke college student and my roommate is having sex but I have nowhere else to go so I'm sleeping in the hallway and the hot RA catches me?

Stiles doesn’t really mind seeing the sock on the door for the fifth night in a row. It’s just. The librarians are keeping a close eye on how long he’s there after telling him that they’re not really allowed to let students sleep in the library for the night. Regulations aside, Stiles doesn’t really have anywhere else to go. He’s too far from Beacon Hills to crash at home. Scott is in Beacon Hills doing his internship for Deaton and going to community college down there. So Stiles has no choice.

He lies down on the floor next to his dorm room and stares at the ceiling. He can smell the weed and other things he doesn’t want to name that are seeped in the carpet and all he can think of is how pathetic his life is. This is where he’s at. This is what he’s spending thousands and thousands of dollars for. To sleep on the floor in front of his room because his roommate has a very active sex life and apparently can’t have sex anywhere else.

Okay, scratch that. He does mind seeing the sock on the door again. In fact, it fucking pisses him off. He’s seconds away from pounding on the door and letting himself in so he can sleep anyway. But he’s reluctant to piss off the dude he has to live with for the next three months. 

So he just curls up on the floor and tries to sleep.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! :) I wanted to ask you : what happened with the rovers deal? I wasn't really involved when it happened and I've always thought that L wanted to buy the team and made a fundraiser, but then the CEOs (?) of the club rejected him unexpectedly! Now I see it was about image problems and management! Do you know something like a master post that explains it? Thank you very much! Have a nice day!

HI love.

UGH it was messy. He got screwed over. Get ready for the longest masterpost of your life:

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anonymous asked:

*stands up and applauds your response to the Galeniss anon* It wasn't thoughts of Gale that kept Katniss from ending her own life ("I seem to be waiting for something...") It wasn't Gale's return that motivated Katniss to take a shower and leave her house for the first time in weeks, to start living again.

Thank you, anon! Yes to what you said! So this is a tangent, but I don’t know how some people miss that the two guys don’t form two arbitrary points in a love triangle. They serve as metaphors for two different paths Katniss could take, two different directions in which she could choose to live her life: hope/forgiveness/life v. anger/destruction/death. And it was always going to be Peeta and what he could offer her (she says so). Peeta’s name literally refers to bread, to food and nourishment. You could even argue his name references the apostle Peter (and I say this as an agnostic, just using the bible as a textual reference). Peter is the rock, the cornerstone and foundation of the church. I mean… Peeta literally paints himself as a rock… I think the reference is there, especially if you’re willing to look at Katniss as a savior archetype. And Gale? His name is a violent storm, a whirlwind, a torrent, a blow, a shriek, a scream. When I think of Gale’s name, I can’t help but think of Job 38, and specifically how Johnny Cash interpreted it in “The Man Comes Around”: “The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.” In what world do you choose a gale, a whirlwind in a thorn tree?

But many people do, and they do so partly because they’re socialized to find a brooding, dark, controlling, angry man sexy. I sort of feel bad that there’s people who missed the point of this beautiful gift SC gave us, this YA feminist series that shows the heroine choosing a man who is open and receptive and nurturing, who likes to paint and bake and loves children and who didn’t have to seek dominance over the girl- and who is no less strong for any of that (the only thing stronger than fear is hope.. and it’s hope that topples the fragile system). 

If you want to read a story where the alpha male is fetishized and the heroine chooses a Gale Hawthorne, well, you’re in luck. That tale is as old as time. Go on Goodreads and start searching lists like “Controlling/Sexy/Possessive Men,” “All Time Dominant-Alpha Romance Heroes,” “Questionable Alphas: Dominant, Possessive, Jealous, Controlling, sometimes scary but always hot,” and “Male Characters You Would Run From If They Tried To Date You.” Those are real lists for romance novels. Look, to each his own and all that re: kinks, but SC makes a strong case for the merits of choosing the man who brings out the best in you, who agonizes over being someone anyone could ever be afraid of, who seeks real partnership, and who doesn’t reactively throw bombs now and ask questions later. I think that’s so important for a YA audience to read and understand.