it seems like they said something to her

Act Like You Love Me

A/N: If this seems familiar to anyone, I wrote something alike on another blog a couple years back (belonging to another fandom, football), but then I listened to Act Like You Love Me a couple weeks ago and I wanted to work with this again. I have like two more part of this story, but I don’t know if I will post them, or just leave this as a one shot.

Word count: 1,786

Act Like You Love Me

January 7 th, 2023

“Baby, say goodbye to daddy” You said, looking down at your beautiful baby daughter.

She sent you a friendly smile reaching her eyes, which shortly reminded you of Shawn when he was younger.

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angst and valentine’s day drama aside, this episode had some really great beats for maggie and alex, both separately and as a couple.

-their argument, where maggie tries to put her walls back up but alex immediately shuts that down with the “you don’t get to run away, we’re in this together” mentality that maggie taught her (you go girl)

-alex was still so patient even when maggie seemed upset: “okay, i’m listening”; and when maggie said “oh do you really wanna know?” her response was calm, open, non-judgmental, just seeking to understand

-maggie immediately trying to dismiss/minimize her own feelings as soon as she gets done telling alex the truth about her coming out, “it’s whatever” - it’s so clear how much she hates being vulnerable like this, especially over 1) a lie and 2) something so personal

-the fact that maggie doesn’t just apologize, she has to go all the way with the over-the-top gesture and having alex dress up and meet her at some secret address (we already know how Extra she is, despite claiming to hate romantic gestures) - and as she’s apologizing, she goes back and validates the HELL out of alex’s feelings, like she ALWAYS does: “you weren’t wrong for wanting to celebrate valentine’s day, you deserve to have someone who’s crazy about you”

long story short they’re perfect for each other and i’m so emo about it

Day 5: Evolution Route
Ooh boy. Well I usually fine and dandy giving out the answers to everything but when it comes to Vic evolutions my head starts to spin. Like he has no normal exact evolution that happened ever during our time with each other but many armor evolution that have happened. Ugh…that boy has to much to choose from and he is able to remember ALL of them without trouble. But when it comes to me I tend to uh..forget some or get their names wrong so I’ll let Vic explain this. But before that we had no bad evolution event that has happened at all.

Vic: Awesome! I get to finally speak about something! Choco always seem to answer since really she knew what to say, also since it seem to relate to her. BUT I will gladly answer this one!
Flamedramon: My favorite one out of all of them! The first one I evolved into too! I feel like me but older and such. But Choco said my “loveable Jerk” side is at it highest in this one. I don’t know how but it is. Reaching the cereal boxes in the cabinets are so much easier also~ Flames and courage all in this one!

Raidramon: I like this one also but not as much as being a Flamedramon >:3 I feel more having to keep on going and such. Like I need to reach there or else something bad or I might miss something if I don’t reach there. Choco says this one I more friendlier. I told her I was always friendly but she says in physical contact like nuzzling or licking her. So uh I guess that’s why.

Sethmon: Not my all time favorite but it helps get the job done! Choco says I become more of a romantic here. Yuck.

Yasyamon: Another cool one I like~ I enjoy using the swords I get when I evolve. Though I have a weird speech whenever I evolve into it. Like “thou art” stuff. Choco says I’m a bit more sincere in this one.

Depthmon: My second favorite!! I’m so cool in this one and I am able to breathe underwater! Like that’s so cool~ Swimming in the water is great and the scenery is usually AMAZING down there! I’m more quiet tho, I speak sometimes but not that much. Choco intake on this onenis that it’s very reliable.

Honeybeemon: I’m cute in this one but not as cute when I’m a Veemon! I fly around in this one alot~ And I understand more things in this one. Choco said I’m more knowledgeable in this one and more hyperactive.

Saggittarimon: One word, AWESOME! It like a combined version of Flamedramon and Raidramon! That’s like reallly cool! I use bows and arrows in this for which is pretty cool to use~ Though I’m more hot-headed and easily agitated. So I try to not use it as much. Choco says I’m more hopeful in things.

Gargoylemon: A elegant looking one. I’m able to fly and such. Also able to use holy attacks! I’m a bit more calm in this one. Choco says I help brighten up the situation whenever I’m in this form.

Kangarumon: I look pretty cute in this one also~ I wesr boxing gloves and have this pouch. I feel a bit more like a parent though but it feels nice. Choco said I have a kindness like a loving parent, it does fit with how I feel in this one.

GoldVeedramon: Not sure how to feel about this one. I give off a soft glow and such. I’m strong also! I still feel like me just bigger no change in the personality in this one. Maybe a little bit in looking where our adventure will go to. Choco says I still act the same in this one.

Magnamon: This one, is another favorite but one I use cautiously. I don’t know why but I’m more tired in this one whenever it used outside of the Miracle Temple. So I get sluggish a lot. But I’m really strong in this one so that might be in explanation on why I’m so tired in this one. Maybe I’m not ready for it. Choco says I act the same a little bit, can be a grouch, and tired.

Vic: That’s all folks! And we will see you all tomorrow~
Heh…^^; bye-bye guys.

“I think about you a lot,” she told him. “Every now and then, you’ll cross my mind, and I just can’t seem to shake the thought of it all… I let go of something that had so much potential to be so beautiful. Just like that.”

His heart started thudding so loud that it echoed in his ears. “You can’t say this to me here,” he said. “Not now. Not after all this time.”

She looked down, embarrassed. “It’s selfish of me to say, I know.” She looked up and met his eyes. “But you were so sweet to me. So kind. And I let the thought of missing someone else drive me away from you.”

He shook his head. “You weren’t ready for love again,” he told her. “Don’t blame yourself for the scars that someone else left on you. It was never your fault that you couldn’t be with me, it was the reminisce of him, still holding you back. Just when you were ready to jump in, he would pull you back. And that was no one’s fault but his.”

She watched him closely as he comforted her. He was always so good at soothing her broken heart — something that was never his job to do, but he did it anyway. “It could’ve been us, you know,” she said quietly. “You and me against the world. And I’m just sorry that it didn’t work out like that.”

Then, in the corner of her eye, she could see his fiancé returning with their drinks. She turned to leave him, but before she did, she heard him say it. It was soft and hidden under his breath, but it was there.

“Sometimes, I am, too.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #129 // You were Prince Charming but I sent you away because I was busy missing a toad
And a woman once in Oregon came up to me at a bookstore and said, you know, in one of your books, you teach that it is sometimes necessary to lie. And that seems like a very disturbing lesson to me. Can you name one time when it would be absolutely necessary to lie? And I was so happy that the answer came to me right away, instead of, you know, as it usually does when people say something to you. … And I was able just to turn to her and say, nice sweater.
—  Daniel Handler/Lemony Snicket on Fresh Air

i.
when do we get to the part that hurts? last night was good, you were golden but c'mon, the hits are gonna start landing. eventually someone’s gonna start throwing them.

ii.
you said you were confused but are you really confused? confusion doesn’t look like the way you look when you look at her but there’s fucking something there when you look at me too.

iii.
so maybe this time I’m praying. maybe I’m swallowing my pride without letting it choke me. maybe I’ll get down on my knees just this once and ask for something good. you’re something good, even if I said you weren’t.

iv.
but is it too late? it seemed like it wasn’t but nothing’s quite right that late at night. most things burn off when the sun rises. the fire fades out. nothing’s ever as pretty in the light

v.
i want this to be pretty in the light.

—  not deluded just misled– lily rain

“Mummy?” said little William one day at the breakfast table, picking at his cream of wheat.

“Yes dear? And stop playing with your food,” Mummy said.

William begrudgingly ate a spoonful of the stuff. After he’d swallowed, he said, “Mummy, Father loves you very much.”

A smile spread across Mummy’s face. “Yes he does, darling. And I love him too.”

William seemed to be contemplating something very hard as he stared into his bowl of beige mush. “Mummy, when I get big, I’m going to marry a boy just like Father. Someone who is nice and handsome and loves me a lot.”

Mummy just smiled adoringly over her mug of coffee at her little boy. “I’m sure you will, Billy. And he’ll be the luckiest man in the world.”

William absolutely beamed, then began eating his cream of wheat again.

Roughly 40 years later, Mummy was dancing with her son at his wedding. She caught his new husband looking on proudly from the side of the floor. John’s eyes were swollen with all the tenderness and love in the world as he stared on in adoration at the consulting detective.

Sherlock nudged her, smiling shyly. “Told you I would find him.” He cast a soft answering gaze at his soldier-doctor.

Mummy squeezed Sherlock’s arm, holding back happy tears, so glad that her sweet son had found the perfect man to love him. “You certainly did, my lamb,” she sniffled.

7

Lena Dunham once again says something really problematic

“It was like he looked at me and he determined I was not the shape of a woman by his standards. He was like, ‘That’s a marshmallow. That’s a child. That’s a dog.’ It wasn’t mean — he just seemed confused,” she said. But after internet outcry, Dunham has released an apology about her role in racism and non-intersectional feminism.

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“Damaged Goods” by Days N Daze (2017)

This was filmed over the course of a week I spent in Houston. The split-screen concept was Whitney’s idea, which I absolutely loved. Lately I’ve been trying to avoid music videos that are just people hanging out/going through their daily routines, but the slip-screen concept seemed like a new, interesting way to tackle that. For about half of the days I was with her, she was always wearing these same clothes because we never knew when we would end up filming something for the video.

I first heard this song when I was filming the Leftover Crack video, Days N Daze played this song in their set. I immediately fell in love with it, and was very happy when Whitney said she wanted to do a video for it!

Ok I’m still thinking about Josephine and her “irrational fears” and I’m pretty sure this was said before, but the more I think about them, the less irrational they seem? I mean, most of them are related with fire

also, some of them are very specific

one would expect that the reason behind being afraid of traveling in automobiles would be something like car accidents or something? Not “being trapped inside” one? It’s almost as if something like this has happened to her before? But what really got me what this sentence:

… what if they never had children because they were afraid of losing them to VFD’s apprenticeship system?

falling-angel-feathers  asked:

So, in light of the most recent interview, Kubo did say something along the lines of the rings being something symbolic of friendship, and didn't really seem to think they were engagement rings. People have been discussing that, and truth be told it worried me a little. Thoughts?

I’m actually working on a longer post sort of related to this topic so look out for that.

But yes, I was just waiting for someone to ask me about this haha. Basically, people are concerned about the part of the interview where she said “More than implicating something like a wedding, it’s similar to members of the same circle deciding to have a matching item.”

And the statement is cute on her part, I think. It’s very innocent and pure - very Kubo-like indeed.

But I think we all know that’s just her interpretation, right? Let’s keep in mind that she wasn’t the only person working on this project, and that her own personal thoughts may differ from the intentions of the show.

Because really, sensei?

Engagement rings don’t imply a wedding?

At the same time, as has been said by @toraonice, one of Tumblr’s main YOI info translators, Kubo has a messy way of speaking, even in official interviews. Not to mention that it’s hard to capture her thoughts in translation. What I think she meant was maybe that it wasn’t just meant to imply a wedding, but there was also a simpler, platonic meaning to it. Basically what she’s saying was that the ring ordeal was multi-layered. But hell if I know what she meant, that’s just my interpretation.

But still, let’s not forget her previous statements: The rings are a symbol of Victor and Yuuri being soulmates. Victor and Yuuri had to change their plans for the future because they realized they couldn’t live without each other.

Those things don’t suddenly disappear or become invalid.

Let’s also not forget that if all they wanted to show us was “matching items” then they could have chosen literally anything else - bracelets, necklaces, watches, hairpins, socks literally anything. But no, they chose rings. And not only did they choose rings - they chose gold rings and created an entire scene in which the rings are exchanged in front of a cathedral to the song of a choir and the sound of a church bell. That ain’t a coincidence, my lads. It certainly didn’t turn out that way ‘by accident’ either. That was intended to be seen with romantic implications. Same goes for kissing the rings before Yuuri’s SP in ep 11.

Just bros being bros, right?

Yeah, no.

Considering the fact that Victor even confirmed that they were engagement rings, I don’t see much need to be worried.

The rings were presented as romantic items practically every time they were shown - that doesn’t change because of one comment regarding sensei’s personal impressions.

So yeah, I wouldn’t worry at all. Even if she says that “the rings weren’t meant to implicate a wedding” the line from the show saying “We’ll get married once he wins a gold medal” most certainly has very clear implications.

So yeah, rest assured. Let’s remain calm. The world is not falling apart. Kubo just wanted to share a different perspective on the rings - that doesn’t change the way the anime presented the rings at all.

When push comes to shove, they won’t be able to pretend that the marriage implications are not there. I feel like Yamamoto (director) and Otsuka (producer) at the very least will make sure that the rings remain important in the fiance way, not in the ‘best bros’ way, considering that they also contribute to the story (and seem to be firmly on the Victuuri ship).

Those are my conclusions, at least.

Serial Killer AU(Part 5)

Here we go again! What a nice smutty and fluffy chapter we had last time huh? Lol, the calm before the storm. The next part will probably take a couple more days to be written cause it is the ending.

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Marinette was what one would consider way too relaxed for someone who was on the way to a crime scene. It had been the first one in three weeks and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Since a certain night on the roof, the mysterious murder stopped appearing. Every person in the department was on the edge about something big happening, something unexpected. And it seemed like it came. When they got the call, the person o the other side said they can’t just explain it through the phone. They had to come and see by themselves. Tikki was gritting her teeth, obviously not happy with the development. Marinette bit her lip. It couldn’t have been Adrien. He texted her telling her he was working on a special project just half an hour ago.

Once they reached their destination, the technical crew along with Marinette and Tikki got out of the car and headed towards the side alley. The crowd was already restricted on that sidewalk and the road had been blocked save for the police force. When they reached the murder scene, Marinette felt her heart beginning to beat frantically. On the side of the alley, across the wall nine people were hanging, their bodies impaled on the building in such a way that it formed a huge heart.

So that was the special project.

Tikki was barking orders left and right, but Marinette couldn’t take her eyes off the wall. Anger aside, she couldn’t help, but feel a little flattered. Hell knows how much time he spent putting this plan together to create this thing when it wasn’t even dark outside. She will still kick his ass for this, though, no matter how flattering it was.


Marinette was raging. She slammed the door of Adrien’s flat behind her as she walked in the living room. He was just taking off his mask when she stormed in. He glanced at her surprised before a smile took over his features. It looked rather odd when he only had his cat lenses without the mask.

“Princess! So good to see – ouch.” he settled his palm over his cheek and looked at her surprised. “What did I do to deserve that slap?”

Marinette was fuming. “Nine people at once? Are you insane?”

He shrugged. “No, I wouldn’t say so.”

Marinette glared at him, before her eyes changed to something he couldn’t quite place. A mix of sadness and exasperation. “Why are you doing all this?”

“Oh, buginette. You are still focusing too much on me and not enough on them in this whole.thing.” he leaned over, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead. “Now, if you excuse me, I need to wash all the scum off me. There is sole meunière in the fridge if you are hungry.”

Marinette watched him disappear behind the bathroom’s door with a frown on her face.


Checking the background of the victim was a downright nightmare. She got special permission from the département de l'information to use their database. Adrien’s words were haunting her. What in the world was about those people that she wasn’t focusing on? The research of the deceased hadn’t gone too far, that was true. They had no close relationship or family, their job situation was nothing out of normal, neighbors confirmed there was nothing that could give off the vibe of a conflict with anybody. After she realized it is Adrien doing all this, she thought it made sense. She knew all he had been through with losing both his parents and she was sure he would never pull someone else through that pain. So what was about these people that made him kill them. Adrien never showed any tendencies to criminal, let alone homicidal behavior. She was missing a key piece here and he had given her a vital clue. There was something about these people. Marinette kept scrolling through the file. Until she found something that made bile rise in her throat. Opening a new tab, she accessed the file of another victim. Her eyes bugged out. She kept going through the different files, feeling both sick, but also satisfied enough she finally got a pattern.

Marinette leaned back in her chair with a sigh. Pulling out the phone that wasn’t tracked by the services, she dialed Adrien’s number.

“Ma choupinette!” Adrien’s cheery voice exclaimed through the speaker. “How are you?”

“It’s not your place to serve them justice,” Marinette stated, getting directly into the topic. “There are authorized institutions to do that.”

“You finally caught up! How sweet of you, ma minette, but do answer a question of mine. Did they do their oh so called job?”

Marinette bit her lip. They didn’t. All of the cases were swept under the rug and the identity of the assailants was kept anonymous or simply declared unknown to the public, even though they were very much known by the people in charge of the investigations. Still, it didn’t justify murder. “There are international organizations that could have taken care of it then.”

“And who would have brought it to them when they are kept secret by the people who were supposed to solve them, huh?” Marinette’s shoulder fell. He was right. “Admit it, princess. They would have never been brought to justice. Someone had to do something.”

Marinette inhaled. He had a point, but… “Over ten people, in two months. Do you know what will happen if you get caught with murdering all these people?”

She didn’t need to be there with him to know he was smirking smugly. “Good thing that I won’t be caught. Also, buginette, please, let’s not refer to those things as people.”

Correct. She shivered in disgust just thinking about the reports. Yet, there was still something out of place. “How did you get all the information from? How do you know how to find these people?”

“Oh. A wise old turtle is kind enough to guide me when it comes to that.”

Marinette frowned, before sighing, not sure what to do or say anymore. “Why all the love declarations? And your oh so called gifts.”

Adrien chuckled. “Oh, my declarations of love were as honest as they could be. And well, didn’t you know cats bring corpses as gifts for their loved ones?”

“You are not a cat.” Marinette stated, somewhere between amused and worried.

“I’m your cat. And… wait, hold on.” Marinette tapped her fingers against the desk as the noises of Adrien speaking with someone else echoed through the speaker. “I have to go buginette. We have a midnight photoshoot for a new perfume. I’m sure we can continue our little chat another time. See you tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah. See you.”

“Go home and sleep, mon cœur. Je t'aime.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” she said before closing the call.


Marinette fell on her mattress with a heavy sigh. Her whole body was screaming from how much she had stayed awake. It was well past three when she arrived back from the department. Both her heart and head felt heavy and her moral compass was spinning like crazy.

There was only one thing she was sure of. It can’t continue like this.

Paris was terrified. People who would never be targeted by Chat Noir were too scared to go out of the house. It was a constant state of panic that took much out of the life of the city. But at the same time, Adrien had a very good point. If no one was bringing these people to justice through the legal means, then someone had to do something.  It didn’t surprise her at all Adrien would like to bring justice, hell knows she wanted too. But killing something just doesn’t come without a toll on your mental state. Adrien needed help.

Marinette covered her face with her palms, trying to concentrate on something on anything that could solve this whole mess that was going on. She wasn’t sure how much she stayed like that, one thousand different scenarios and outcomes running through her mind. Blinking a couple of times, she took her phone off the night desk. After a quick search, Marinette nodded, knowing what she had to do.

Yet, she couldn’t help, but open her phone gallery, checking or a specific picture. She took in the contents, beaming smiles, and happiness. Who would have guessed they will end up in this situation? Marinette run her fingers over the screen of her phone. She could feel tears pricking at her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

4

“ Puddin’ I think there might be something wrong with her.” Harley said softly to her husband, the Joker, who sat across from her while they watched their small daughter play with her toys in her bedroom. Y/n ,who was stuck in her own little world, whispered to her dolls as if they were alive and speaking to each other. The child seemed too consumed in her thoughts to pay attention.

Joker sighed leaning forward to rest his chin on the palm of his hand.

“Yeah like the fact that there’s absolutely nothing wrong.” Joker’s voice was rough and scratchy. Harley Quinn reached across the table and ran her thumb along his knuckles.

“Oh J, what’re we gonna do with her?” Harley wailed. Joker snatched his hand away from hers quickly but Harley chose to ignore his act of disgust and turned to watch as her blonde daughter skipped over to the glass coloring table and looked around the room with a complex feature on her face. Perking up a notch Harley stood from her spot and maneuvered around all the scattered toys on the ground making her way over to Y/n.

“Hey bubblegum, what’re you looking for?” The Joker listen closely to his wife interacting with his darling daughter and waited- hoped for her to say something corrupted, violent, threatening, anything out of the ordinary for that matter. Harley’s lean fingers played with then end strands of Y/n’s pigtails that were one of the only signs that she was even Harley and the Joker’s child. The right end of her bleach blonde hair was painted pinkish red and the left half was blue.

Harley knelt down to the girls level and put on a wide smile. Y/n returned the act to her mom and grinned happily,

“I’m trying to find my coloring book, mommy. I can’t remember where daddy put it yesterday.” She explained digging through her toy bins. Turning her head, Harley shared a pointed look with her husband.

“Where did you put them?” She mouthed wordlessly. The green haired man shrugged nonchalantly and avoided her fiery gaze. Huffing, Harley shuffled around the room searching for a picture book of any sort. When he hands landed on a red book with flames and skulls on the cover a proud and overjoyed smile tattooed itself onto her face. Taking the item into her grasp, Harley Quinn swirled around on her back foot and held up the coloring book to her daughter.

“Is this the book, sweetie?” Harley’s tone was filled with kindness and sugar, something she reserved special for Y/n. Joker chuckled in his seat and Y/n laughed at her crazed mom as well.

“No silly mommy of course not! Daddy bought that for me but I don’t like it… too scary.” Too scary? There was no such thing as ‘too scary’ when it came to the mindset of Harley Quinn and the Joker. They lived off the term ‘too scary’ they practically invented it!

Joker’s laugh continued to fill the pink bedroom and for a while Harley didn’t think it would stop. Quinn glared daggers at him and threw the blank book into the bucket of ‘too scary’ toys which included a miniature wooden bat with Harley’s slogan of 'goodnight’ printed onto it in fancy black lettering, a rubber snake and spider, a plastic knife and mask from the Halloween costume the Joker had picked out for her the year before (which Y/n discarded for a long blue sparkling dress with white snowflakes wanting to go as Elsa), a toy gun and so much more.

A distant cough pulled the insane blonde girl from her thoughts. Harley eyed her husband waiting for him to elaborate but he said nothing, only pointed to the glitter decorated garbage bin in the corner of his daughter’s room and smirked. Gritting her teeth, Harley walked to the garbage and sure enough found a purple Disney coloring book.

She pointed her finger at the Joker and shook her head causing her hair to sweep across her face. The Joker merely gave her a smug smile that stretch across his tattooed face.

With a roll of her eyes Harley placed the coloring activity on the round table Y/n had displayed all her white China glass tea cups on.

“There you go Puddin’ I found your book.” Y/n shouted in excitement at the new found item and ran over to her mom hugging her legs.

“Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Harley giggled bending down to place a feather like kiss on top of Y/n’s head.

“You’re welcome, sugar.” Having watched the scene unfold, The Joker felt a small amount of warmth rush into his body.

Harley rejoined him on the chair and took a seat on his lap wrapping her arms around his neck. Her dyed ends rested on his chest as the two of the examined their perfectly normal child from a far.

“Oh J, I was being serious before; what’re we gonna do with her? Our little monster is over there coloring princesses and flowers! Even her imagination isn’t all that psychotic.” Harley complained covering her big eyes behind her hands. The Joker stifled another laugh and frowned instead.

“I don’t know, Har. Maybe it’ll just take some time for her to grow into the whole 'bad’ thing.” The Joker said in a calm manner. Although he was all for crazy and evil, he secretly appreciated Y/n’s innocence.

A loud screech drew the couple to snap over to their daughter. The Joker shot up from his seat, Harley stumbling off his lap onto the floor, and ran over to the crying girl.

“Pumpkin, what’s wrong? Are you hurt, did something happen?” Harley picked herself up from the wooden floor and watched the two interact. Although she would never admit it out loud in fear of losing her life, Y/n was the only person walking on earth that Harley had ever witnessed the Joker being soft and gentle with. One time she tried to bring it up but Mr.J gave her the most menacing stare she’d ever received and ignored her for the rest of the week telling Harley that if she were to bring it up again it would be the last time she ever spoke. That was enough to shut up her for life.

Y/n wiped her eyes with a significant pout on her face.

“Daddy I’m all out of glitter in my pens.” She complained waving the purple writing utensil in front of her dad’s face.

“Fix it please!” The Joker took the light pen from her hands and examined it closely.

“Sweetheart there’s nothing I can do, it’s all gone. I’ll get you some more later.” The trail of tears stopped in an instant and were replaced with snuffles. Mr. J brushed his fingers along Y/n’s puffy red cheeks. Harley covered her mouth to keep from gawking at the sight.

“Okay daddy.” Y/n nodded digging through the rest of her markers and crayons. Joker lifted from his knees and went to take a seat back in his chair but was suddenly cut short by Harley.  

“Uh, J… are you seein this?” She muttered. Mr. J shot her a confused stare. Harley’s hand was extended to their daughter pointing at the page in front of her.

Harley’s mouth practically skimmed the floor in pure shock. The Joker stomped back to Y/n curious to see what had his wife in such a fix. His hand fell on Y/n’s shoulder towering over top of her to see what she was drawing and when he realize when it was, he almost passed out.  

Underneath all the sparkles, paint, stickers and sequins was a large black symbol. The wings were outlines with squiggly glitter gel and had heart sequins glued on.

“Is that the- where did you get this?” The Joker yelled plucking the art project from Y/n’s hands who squealed in annoyance.

“I made it for you, daddy! I saw it in the sky a few nights ago and I thought you would like it…” The young girl mumbled. Her green bow had slipped down her hair and was dangling on the end of her locks.

On the white sheet of paper and was a decorated bat symbol. More specifically a Batman symbol. Harley bit her knuckle to hide her laughter as the Joker turned to her with a grimace,  

“There is definitely something wrong with this one.”


-Daizy

4
Mutual Agreements

“You compromised our mission and let Volskaya go.”

Sombra twitched, swiveled round on her chair to face the source of the unexpected voice in her quarters. The Director’s pet spider certainly had a way of sneaking up on people. Sombra quirked a brow, leaning back. “Sorry?” She asked. “I don’t seem to recall.”

Widowmaker’s stony expression did not change, save for a slight narrowing of her eyes. Sinewy arms crossed, the jut of her hip resting against the frame of the doorway. Always work and no play, that one. Sombra liked her, mostly on the days she wasn’t sour from failing an assignment. Which was, with her appealing track record, most days. Sometimes, whenever she was present when Sombra endlessly teased Reaper, Widowmaker even cracked a coy smile. “Do not play stupid, girl,” she said, snorting in that dainty way she always did when she found something ridiculous. “You are not as hard to read as you may think.”

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@likingthistoomuch just reminded me of this thought I had when she mentioned something in her post. 

So that moment right after The Phone Call when Sherlock jumps right back into wanting to talk to the girl on the plane. Seems to me he was in big time Conceal Don’t Feel mode in that moment. He was still attempting to hold it together. Because you notice that even Mycroft attempts to step in and actually acknowledge feelings! He said something like, “however hard that must have been-” And then Sherlock cuts him off and ignores him and demands to speak to the little girl. Someone did not want to dwell on the feels in that moment and wanted to move swiftly on! But of course that’s not what happened. Then Eurus made sure he had to deal with what had just happened, and we all saw how that went.

Sherlock Holmes lost his ever lovin mind.

do you think that vilde ever looks at eva and remembers how fucking cool she is, like look at this girl, look at her clothes and how she’s so experienced and how she never seems to get nervous talking to cool people and hooks up guys without a second thought, look at her smile and her eyes and her laugh and how gorgeous she is, look at this girl!!!! and do u think vilde ever remembers that like. eva chose her. to be her friend. wow. what a thought. what a concept - that anyone would choose vilde, ever. and do you think that vilde tries to explain this to her once - and eva looks at her, the most confused she’s ever been by something vilde’s said. like ofc i chose you, vilde???? you’re so cool????? why WOULDNT i want to be friends with you? and it makes vilde’s stomach flop a little bit. to think that someone loves her like that. so unconditionally, without a doubt, no second questions.

This is not about Matthew , but I think it’s important to share this.

Shemar moore gave an interview defending himself about rumors that he is gay. First of all it’s great that he defends himself, I’m fine with that. But something he said I did not like at all, this is what he said: “If you think I’m gay, send your girlfriend over to my house for the weekend and see what happens.”
What he said to me seems completely rude and misogynist. This sounds like he can come and take a woman and play with her like a simple toy. As a woman I am this bothers me and it is sad that people like him speak that way.

This is my personal opinion. If you disagree with this is fine. It is my opinion. Thank you🌷