what if it seems like batman has safehouses all over the country because he’s a paranoid maniac always ready to go into hiding in iowa, but actually he just goes on a lot of business trips for his day job and when he sees a cute house he buys it and stays there. he grew up in a big mansion with a butler, a house with only three rooms is like camping for him. he thinks it’s fun. he gets to play house and eat cereal for dinner. the flash accidentally committed some light treason and needs to lay low for a while so batman sets him up at this little place in maine. flash is like “wow he really does plan for everything” but no, he just saw an old queen anne with green shingle siding and white accents and he couldn’t help himself. it had a wraparound porch and a spire. a spire. technically it wasn’t in his carefully alloted ‘whims’ budget but he sold an extra yacht to make room. “geeze bats i get that it’s a safehouse but couldn’t you have stocked the pantry with something besides kix and peanut butter?” flash asks. “they’re shelf stable,” batman says, as if that is why he bought those things, as if this is not just What He Does when alfred leaves him unsupervised.
Não faça parte dessa geração que compete quem é mais desapegado. Não finja que não se importa. Não fique aí lutando contra você mesmo, você vai ser a única a perder. Não se sinta idiota por sentir muito, idiota é quem sente pouco. Transborde-se.
“...Trois, deux, un… here I come,” Jack called out as he uncovered his eyes.
The living room was predictably empty even though Jack had half expected Annie to default to her usual spot which, was to hide behind the window drapes with her feed sticking out the bottom. Her understanding of object permanence was endearingly hilarious and adorable.
Jack checked behind the couch first to see if she had wedged herself in the space, but when she wasn’t there, he wandered into the hallway, making his way towards the closet in the front hall. It had become Annie’s second favourite hiding place ever since she discovered she could drag her blankets into there to make a fort. Unfortunately for Jack, it was also vacant except for a few jackets and hangers.
“Annnn-ie,” he called out, listening for the tell-tale giggles, but all he could hear was the pitter-patter of rain outside and the distant hum of the refrigerator. After a quick sweep of the main floor, Jack went upstairs to her room, but like the other spots he’d already checked, it was conspicuously empty.
A trickle of fear ran down his spine as he hurried downstairs to confirm that the front, back, and patio doors were all still locked. She was still somewhere in the house, at least, but it was little reassurance as Jack started to realize just how many tiny nooks and crannies a toddler could potentially hide in.
“Annie, come out! Papa’s done playing.” His brain unhelpfully supplied him with flashes of horrifying scenarios, and Jack had to check the laundry room twice to reassure himself that Annie hadn’t trapped herself in the washer or the dryer.
He circled around downstairs again with little luck. “You can have ice cream if you come out.”
He was just about to give up and call Bitty in a full-blown panic when he heard soft shuffling coming from the pantry. Jack quickly pressed the ‘end’ button before the call had a chance to connect.
He dashed into the kitchen and opened the pantry door to find Annie sitting on the floor with an opened package of chocolate chip cookies in her lap. She beamed up at Jack and waved a cookie at him . “Papa!”
“Oh, thank god,” Jack breathed in relief as he quickly scooped her up.
“Found me, Papa!” she shouted delightedly, patting Jack’s face with sticky, chocolate-y hands.
“Don’t ever do that to me again,” he admonished.
“Again! Again!” she crowed.
“No, not again,” Jack said firmly as he brushed the crumbs from her shirt. This was the last time he was ever going to play hide-and-go-seek, if he could help it. He gave her a big smacking kiss on her forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Then, he added conspiratorially, “And let’s not tell Daddy I lost you for fifteen minutes there, okay?”
Annie’s only response was to giggle at him before cramming the remainder of the cookie in her mouth.
who plays Draco Malfoy in Harry Potter, tweeted about my
music, so I got in touch and said thank you. We just got in touch and it
got to a point where we’d done a music video for “A Team,” we’d done a
music video for “You Need Me,” and it came to “Lego House” and they were
like, “We need a cool concept, we need something no one has ever done
before.” I was like,“I’ve always wanted to get Rupert Grint to play me
in a video, so shall we just get him?” They were like, “No it’ll be too
expensive and he won’t have the time.” So I reached out to Tom Felton
and asked if Rupert wanted to do it. He was, and he did it for free, and
found the date. It was wicked. ~ Ed Sheeran