listening to police scanners

anonymous asked:

Complete this conservation: "Soooo Dean. How did it go with Cas last night? *wink*"

“Soooo Dean.” Sam settles at the kitchen table across from where his brother sits, digging into a bowl of cereal. “How did it go with Cas last night?” He flashes a quick wink at him. 

Dean stops mid-chew, looking up at his brother. “Fine. Quiet.” he says in-between bites. “We staked out that barn all night and didn’t see a thing. I’m thinking that the haunting may have just been kids or something.”

“Ah,” Sam nods and takes a sip of his coffee, a wry smile quirking the corner of his mouth. “That’s interesting.” Dean raises an eyebrow, immediately suspicious of the pointed look his brother gives him. 

“Yeah, if you say so,” he mutters, turning his attention back to his breakfast. 

“Yeah, because I was actually listening to the police scanner last night while you were out, just keeping an ear out,” Sam begins. “And there was a lot of chatter about some strange noises coming from right around the area where you guys were stationed.”

“Lotta animals out there, Sam.”

“Yeah, a lot of grunting and groaning. One guy said it sounded like moaning.” he continues. Dean sets his spoon down and looks at Sam.

“Yeah, there sure was a lot of noise out there,” he says. “Animals go crazy during the full moon.” He punctuates his sentence, taking a scoopful of frosted flakes into his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, you could be right,” Sam says, rising from the table. “Although I can’t think of any animal with a mating call of ‘Oh Cas.’”

Dean chokes on his cereal. 

being a member of the pack | teen wolf

- growing up with Scott & Stiles

- having loads of old photos with the boys that you look back on laughing.

- helping stiles investigate Scott’s ‘condition’. - being the first one besides Stiles to find out that Scott was a werewolf.

- being afraid of Derek after what the boys have told you but you find out that under all the tough wolf exterior there’s a little puppy.

- helping Lydia with her visions & her banshee abilities

- being best friends with Allison & Lydia once you’ve spent load of time with them

- sleepovers with the girls

- Lydia doing your makeup & helping you pick out outfits for school

- her also being blunt and t the point telling you that you can’t wear flannel and denim to school

- being there for Allison as she goes through the heartbreak of breaking up with Scott.

- slapping Scott for being an idiot

- watching all of the boys lacrosse games no matter what.

- cheering extra loud when Stiles scored

- regular visits to the hospital to examine dead bodies or enlist in mama McCalls help.

- learning how to drive with the girls

- being there when Allison dies

- the depression of losing your bestfriend

- movie nights at Stiles watching Star Wars

- rides to school in Stiles jeep

- constantly being late because his jeep keeps breaking down

- thinking Isaac was totally hot when he arrived becon hills

- Lydia tutoring you because she practically a child prodigy

- stiles understanding your sarcastic humour

- always patching up the boys and yelling at the for not telling you where they were going/doing

- “you could’ve got yourself killed! you idiots”

- “i swear to god stiles if your car breaks down one more time im walking the rest of the way”

- “i will never abandon this jeep”

- eating curly fries in Stiles car whilst listening to the police scanners

- being there for Stiles as he copes with post void stiles

- helping Lydia through Aiden’s death

- going on rides with Scott on his new motorbike

- constantly skipping school graduating with lydia stiles and scott

- morning all your lost friends and being happy that your still human and alive.

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Originally posted by garrowhy

“One Jump Ahead” - Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3,019

Plot: Gotta keep, one jump ahead of the explosion…

Warnings: a building is on fire? (the building’s condition in this imagine is most likely, guaranteed not accurate but I am going to keep it that way because I don’t know science and I’m going to use movie aka Hollywood logic.)

Author’s Note: Alright, so this for the song challenge for the lovely month of May. I hope you enjoy the cheesiness that lies ahead…

Also, the reader does not work at the real Oscorp. It’s just a small office I made up somewhere past Central Park. Let me live, I know it’s cheesy. And probably inaccurate, I’ve only been to New York once.

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s All Hype!

congrats this story is officially getting out of my control and turning into crack. i hope that’s not a bad thing ^^;

[Day 3: Explosive] [Day 5: Right Hook]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s All Hype!
Pairings: Ladynoir (Ladybug x Chat Noir), Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette)
Summary: Alya accidentally gets the Internet in a frenzy after announcing that Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating, but the two heroes are adamant about correcting the error and making sure the world knows that they’re just friends. So Alya proposes a staged public break up to set everything right.

In hindsight, she really underestimated how utterly freaking difficult that would be.

Day 4: Common Interests

After Ladybug had to literally peel Chat Noir away from the shelter after the kittens were cleaned, fed, and given a place to sleep, Alya was about at capacity in terms of excitement and decided to call it a day. Ladybug and Chat Noir typically started their Sunday night patrols at around that time and Alya needed to get home and brainstorm some other gimmick to break those two up that was hopefully immune to their antics.

She stayed up late to upload all of the videos and pictures from the day. While she idly watched all of the gushing comments filter into her computer and fill up her phone with walls of notifications, Alya couldn’t help but review everything she captured.

It wasn’t that she didn’t respect the fact that Ladybug and Chat Noir apparently weren’t a couple. If they said they weren’t, they weren’t, and the reason Alya was even helping them stage this break up in the first place was because she accepted that fact. She respected them as heroes and as people and she was doing her part to help them out.

On the other hand, this whole “not dating” thing made no sense on about fifty different levels.

By all accounts, it just didn’t add up. Sure, obviously, friends were allowed to be close and were allowed to be platonically intimate without it having to mean anything. But Alya was picking up on this energy between them. It was hard to explain and she couldn’t put her finger on what that energy actually was but it was there dammit and there was something else going on she was sure of it. Maybe there had been something between them before they started dating. Or maybe they’d talked about wanting to date and found partners before they could even explore the possibilities. There was a whole section of Ladynoir fanfiction on the Internet that loved to play on those tropes. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that there was some truth to that.

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Why didn't Mr. incredible clue in to the fact that Mirage was working for an evil company when she said "or you can go back to listening to police scanners?"


What GOOD company watches your every move and KNOWS that you’re listening to police scanners in your free time?

That’s sketchy as fuck.

People describe their experiences with school shootings on r/AskRedditt!

Part 1 of the passages I found most interesting.

User walinpch: “I was a Sophmore at Northern Illinois University when Cole Hall was shot up. At the time I was in my dorm getting finishing my school work before my girlfriend came out for Valentines Day. My roommate was just about to leave for class, which would have been in Cole Hall, when my RA came into our room and calmly told us there had been reports of a shooting and to not leave the dorm. At first it hadn’t really sunk in what was actually going on but then we went to the window and could see about 3 or 4 helicopters circling the campus. Then we turned on the news and realized how serious the situation was. During the first hour or 2 I remember getting calls from everyone I new seeing if I was ok and myself texting as many of my friends as I could to make sure they were all ok. Cell service was really bad due to the amount of people getting calls and texts. My roommate and my best friend both had the next class in the auditorium that was shot up. Another one of my friends was in building next to Cole Hall when it happened and had a bunch of injured people running for safety into her building. I think it was like a week before spring break so the school cancelled that week and when we came back to school Cole Hall was completely closed off. I remember the first few days back teachers weren’t really pushing students to complete assignments and more of them were interested in talking about what happened. They brought in extra sercurity to walk the halls which was a little distracting but they also brought in snacks and a lot of therapy dogs for at least the first weeks to help students feel more at ease. I also remember there was a lot of controversy about people treating the shooter as some sort of victim and people burning a cross or something like that, that was put out because he was someone who was ‘lost’ before the shooting. I’m not sure why that stuck with me. I remember the memorial going up right by Cole Hall but I still don’t know if Cole Hall is there anymore. I moved to AZ right after college and when I go home now to visit family I never have a car to take and visit. I still want to go someday just to walk around.”

User garglius: “Finally something I can answer to on reddit and its something as dark as this.

I was at Dawson College in Montreal when on September 13th 2006, Kimveer Gill shot up the school wounding 19 people and killing one girl.

I was on the 6th floor in a chemistry lab as it happened. My phone rang and I excused myself to answer it since its rare that it rings (I usually text). It was my mom asking if I was okay because there seemed to be a shooter in the school. I told her I was fine, and that it was probably just a fluke, since the week earlier we had been evacuated for a gas leak.

When I got back to class EVERYONE was on their phone or trying to look out the windows. Our teacher told us that we wouldn’t be allowed to leave class until further notice and that a suspected shooter was in the school. We could see swarms of cops surrounding the school and sirens were blaring everywhere.

A good while later, a police officer came to the door of our class to tell us that we had to stay there until the entire school had been searched (they did not know how many shooters there was at the time and were making sure everyone was safe). Once that happened and a cop came to escort us out, we essentially went through the school as if it was a maze (instead of taking the stairs down to the closest exit, they made us go down 1 or 2 flights, walk down halls, down different stairs, etc.) We did this until we got to the atrium, which was the room where the main shooting had happened.

In the atrium it looked like a battlefield. Broken glass, blood, abandoned bags and belongings everywhere. We got rushed out past what I imagine was Gill’s body bag into a flurry of reporters wanting to know how it was on the inside. I answered a few questions for one and then tried to meet up with some friends (which was hard, since cellphone lines were always full). Finally found them, and one of my friends dad drove us home after we stopped for some food.

Now to answer your question. After returning (which was 2 weeks after if I recall) all the classes were considered 'optional’ for a good amount of time. Classtime was spent talking about the events that unfolded and people were encouraged to share whatever they wanted to help them get through the tragedy. Class curriculums were reworked in order to accomodate a shorter semester. Exams were delayed or cancelled. My canoe camping trip was pushed from mid september to mid october (big difference temperature wisr in Canada). People were allowed to drop out from the semester without penalty. It took a good month for things to pick back up to normal pace and by the winter semester, you wouldn’t of been able to tell from the attitude of the students that something horrible had happened a few months prior. They did install a huge amount of extra surveillance inside the school though as they were fixing the damages caused.

So that’s pretty much it. I’d be happy to answer questions if anything is unclear or if it seems I left anything out.”

User Dudemancool3: “Well. Let’s just start with a basic summary. Low security at the gym section of Reynolds High School in Troutdale, OR. I was a freshman. The shooter was as well. It was the first day of finals, probably 6-14 minutes before class started and we began. Shooter was in locker room with “guitar case” and geared up when the lone victim Emilio Hoffman walked in. Shooter grabbed a gun and shot him once. Killing him on spot. Two teachers run over, shooter fires, grazes a teacher who runs out to office to put school in lockdown. Responders come and trap shooter. After that nothing exciting happens. I was sitting in the corner of my language arts class. In the dark. Listening to a police scanner. Eventually police escort us out with hands up and we get searched. The rat of the day and months following are a blur. Coming back was bad. They remodeled the gym so it looked different. I still walk in the locker room and bathroom and think “people died here”. I don’t feel safe in school and never will. I’m consistently on edge when in the main building. It’s worse in the gym. No one has felt safe. Every June 10th is worse. Some of us handle it better. Some of us don’t. The school won’t ever be the same. Ever. They can clean up blood and bullet holes but they can’t erase memories.”

User csp256: “One of the professors at my university (Amy Bishop) shot six other professors (who I didn’t know) in the face during a meeting before her gun jammed. Three of them died.

We all knew she was crazy and we all expected something like this to happen. She even made jokes about it the year before.

She came and talked to a “careers in science” style Freshman class, and during the Q&A she derailed the conversation to how tenure works and how cut throat it is to get, and another student asked what would happen if she was denied tenure. Her response, the one sided smile on her face, the way she said “well…” and laughed in the way that people do not laugh - every single alarm bell in my head went off. I knew she was planning on killing someone. I had the misfortune of growing up in a way where I learned at a young age to tell the difference between someone who was really fucked in the head and someone who just had a couple of problems, and I was 100% certain Amy Bishop was a killer. But, fuck, what was I supposed to have done?

Turns out, she had already murdered her brother, sent pipe bombs to people who stood in her way, wrote “fiction” books about someone who murdered their brother & kills people after being denied tenure, and had a history of physical violence with random strangers too. The university never did a background check. There was at least one other professor openly campaigning to have her fired because she was, uh, obviously a dangerously crazy person.

The day of, I told a friend of mine that there had been a shooting at our school. His first reaction was “Dr Bishop?”

I was off campus for the actual shooting, working across the street. Our workplace didn’t go into lockdown; we worked with kids. It was just a couple minutes after I first checked the news that she had been apprehended. 

They evacuated a building on campus while I was in it a couple weeks later because there was fears she had placed a Herpes virus-based weapon (she had done work on the Herpes virus). Turns out she was just talking shit - but it was what had happened in her book about herself.

I’ve never been in the room where the shooting happened. They retroactively took her name off of EVERY document it was on. Legal or not, all of her research got her name scrubbed off of it. We got a new slogan for our school out of it (“Charge On”), and we had therapy dogs come to every class for a week or two later. It never really effected me. I felt like I had been primed for it in some way.

Two weeks prior to this, my former elementary school had a fatal shooting. An abused boy was told by his addict mother that he had to earn for his family, and another student owed him money and wouldn’t give it back, so he shot him in the head. I don’t usually have a lot of sympathy for murderers, but I hope that kid gets the help he needs and manages to live his life. As I’ve been led to understood, he was pushed into it by his shit stain of a mother. Amy Bishop can burn, though.

It is a funny thing: In that “careers in science” class Amy Bishop talked to us about her research, where momentarily stopping and restarting a persons heart ~2 hours before heart surgery significantly decreased the damage caused by the much more invasive heart surgery. There is a symmetry between that, and the shooting in my home town.

PS: Never mind how her husband mighhhht have been complicit. He was seen giving her the bag with ammo et al the day of the shooting, and knew about most or all of her history… including her fan fiction of herself.”

User DunblaneUser: “Hope I’m not too late.

1996, when I was 7, a man came into our school and killed 16 children and their teacher. I remember that we were in the classroom down the hall to the hall where assemblies and PE used to happen.

Our Teacher was handing out our books when we heard the first round of guns shots. I remember not actually knowing what was going on but our teacher told us to get to the back of the classroom and stay quiet. She moved the tables infront of the door and started barricading them.

I remember the guns shots we’re in succession. Groups of two. I remember it took so long for the shots to stop, and I was just frozen. I was aware something was happening, but was mostly scared of how panicked and scared our teacher was. The look of fear on her face still haunts me. We waited maybe 3-5 minutes and then shots came in through the door. I remember there was no screaming but just curled up children on the floor. Our teacher stayed on the door whilst the gunshots came through. They hit chairs and the library near us. It went quiet then I just remember a single shot. We waited 10 minutes before my teacher went out. She told us to stay on the floor and hide till she came back.

The police came and we taken out of the classroom through the windows. We couldn’t go through the hallway because of the bodies in the gym. I just remember my mother running up to me in panic and hugging me.

We had a lot of time off, and we all went to the funeral. My mother took me out of that school and after I had to talk to psychologists, because my mother thought it was the best thing to do.

I’m now 27 and I’m still haunted by what happened that day. As I grow much older I feel much more responsible for what happened. Whilst children were getting shot, I was in a room hiding. I sometimes think of how those children would have grown up.“

User Denso95: “German school shooting, about 16 people were killed there in 2009.

I never came back to this school. I was in 7th or 8th grade, I don’t know. We had to stay in containers for like 3 years, then the school would be okay to go in again with many new things and security doors all over the place. I didn’t get to see that because I left school just before everyone else went in.

As long as the containers were built we had to stay in another school for a few weeks. They organized special rooms for us. Our school was a “Realschule” (Like Middle school), the other one was a “Hauptschule” (Lower Education School). So those uneducated “Hauptschüler” were laughing at us for what happened. People died, but hey… not a big deal - in their opinion. They were joking about doing something similar and simulated gun sounds. Like wtf?

So at some point in a lesson we heard noises very similar to gun sounds. That close after the main event some girls freaked the fuck out of there, screaming. The teacher and boys followed, other classes joined and it was a mass panic. I remember how I went into a guy from the other school, he was laughing and was amused by all the people running into him.

So, police arrived and we all were in their gym waiting for the officer to clear things out, people were crying and panic was still there. The reason for the noise was a construction worker and his hammer working on something. False alarm. School was off for that day.

From that day on our class got very quiet and concentrated when someone knocked on the door. The shooting was pretty brutal and he also shot through doors, if you’re interested in details, look it up:

The next room he would enter would be ours. Thank god someone called the cops that early - otherwise I’m not sure if I would be still alive.“

User AirHokie: “I stayed for the week of cancelled classes after the 2007 shooting at Virginia Tech. Lost a couple friends and an instructor that had become a good mentor and the only reason I was safer than they were was because I’d already stopped going to class. The place was a ghost town, minus the news reporters that acted like vultures every time I walked outside wearing anything maroon or orange.

I ended up tossing every piece of Hokie gear I had in a dumpster and hopping on a plane to Ireland, using the money I’d saved for school to instead travel for 3 years. I told no one except my brother.

At first it was rough - lots of drinking (before the shootings too). And every time I made the mistake of telling someone I was from Virginia, or even a former student at an American university, it was all they wanted to talk about. But once I (and my new friends) got out of Europe and the news cycle rolled on, this became less of an issue.

I returned to Virginia Tech in 2010 with a new set of problems, but one thing I remembered was how the time felt like a giant reset button. Everyone I knew that was there during the shootings was gone and the campus had very few reminders aside from the designated memorial.

Even today, with my regular involvement with Blacksburg and Virginia Tech, most either don’t know what really happened or don’t believe I was there. The only time shit gets weird is when there’s a security warning on campus (like the emails that got blasted to a bunch of schools last month).”

User GetTheHelOut: “I know I’m late to the party but fuck it I made an account just for this so here goes:

I was a freshman during the UCSB/Isla Vista shooting. It happened on a friday evening, so most of my floormates were out in the floor lounge watching TV. I was on my way down to a brother’s pre-graduation party when I ran into a friend who said shots had been heard and the building was on lockdown. Overall not many people knew it was very serious at the time, we had gotten plenty of alerts like this from campus security before because plenty of sketchy stuff goes down in IV. Once the lockdown happened we knew it was the real deal.

I didn’t know the names of the dead until the next day. The school held a candlight vigil where thousands and thousands of people participated – it was honestly the most beautiful and heartbreaking experience I’ve ever participated in. We walked from Storke Plaza on campus to a park in Isla Vista, where friends and family members had an opportunity to speak about their memories of our fallen students. I assumed that nobody I knew would be among the dead but I was wrong.

Two of my friends, Veronika and Katie, had been walking to get coffee and food, when they were gunned down. I know the place where they died. I walk or skate by it every day on my way to campus.

The experience changed me. I dropped out of school for almost two years and am just now coming back. I no longer have the same naivete about mortality or life that I once did.

But that’s not the worst part for me. The terrible part about a school shooting is that they are forgotten so quickly. I’m supposed to be a senior now; the only people who were in Isla Vista for the massacre are my class. A full 75%+ of students weren’t there for it, and the names and faces of my friends who died, as well as the four other victims, are almost erased.

I’m sorry for getting so emotional and for the terrible formatting (posting from mobile), but I needed to get all that off of my chest. Thank you for letting me do so.”

User BrokefaceHD: “Thurston High School shooting in 1998. I was a freshman and went to Springfield High School, Faith Kinkel was my teacher at the time. This was the “big shooting” that happened before Columbine. Kip Kinkel shot and killed his parents and then drove their van to Thurston High and opened fire in the cafeteria the next day.

The news spread fast across town to our school that morning, but it took awhile for all of the details to start coming in. Kids started being pulled from class as parents were hearing the news. There was an announcement around the second or third class of the day that there had been a tragedy at Thurston High and if we needed to leave that we please checkout through the office. Then it came, fourth period, the principal announced that Bill and Faith Kinkel had been found murdered in their home. Complete breakdown. Teachers stopped teaching, most were in the hallways holding each other and crying. Students just kind of left or wandered the school or went to common areas to find out what others knew.

My friend and I were in a computer typing class together that period, but we were also in Faith Kinkel’s Spanish class at the end of the day as well. There was no way we were going to wait around or step foot in that classroom. We grabbed our bags and checked out. We walked home together, mostly in silence, we both carried disc-men at the time and both tuned out the world. My parents waited for us, I had called from the office to let them know to expect us. My dad bought us pizza and we played video games, but anytime I started to feel a little better or momentarily forget the day, I would feel absolute guilt and sadness.

The whole thing was surreal. Luckily it was a three day weekend and I had plans to visit a friend in Bend (about 3 hours away). It was all over the news, but the distance of the weekend helped to escape it a bit. Returning to Springfield was emotional. I had my mom drive us by Thurston High, I wanted to see the memorial wall, it was heartbreaking, news vans still lingered.

When it came time to go back to school we were told we had access to counseling and of course anyone that was a student of Faith’s was not required to go to class. I went though, they had counsellors and we all sat and talked about her class and her. A lot of tears, lots of memories, we also had a handful of laughs remembering her. Faith Kinkel taught Spanish at Springfield High, and she was a great teacher (and I’m not just saying that because of what happened, I have had plenty of terrible teachers, she wasn’t one of them). She actually talked about Kip a lot in her class and would tell stories about their family vacation. She would share family pictures and show us different things they had purchased in Mexico. The school year luckily ended a few weeks later.

When the UCC shooting happened last year I was still living an hour from Roseburg in Eugene. It broke me for about a week, everything I had felt 17 years ago came right back. It’s always tragic and a bit terrifying when you hear about shootings and the like, but when it’s right in your backyard or it directly affects your life it’s hard to cope.“

User EricCornwell: “I was 12 at Westside Middle School in 1998. The direct changes to the school were that they closed off the areas where the shooting happened for a while, until they replaced the sidewalks and patched up the damage. Due to the media coverage, we all knew what the scene looked like. Many people handled the situation in very different ways. The majority carried on as usual, but with a twist. I don’t have citations to back it up, but our graduating class had more pregnancies and drug addictions among the actual graduates than any class before or after (we were handled pretty carefully in retrospect). Personally, I went weird and would alternate between “goth” kid and tie-dye, which got me a disturbing amount of negative attention, being in the semi-deep-South.”

User knightfall: “I went to Columbine and was a sophomore during the shooting.  We went to our rival school (Chatfield) to finish the year. We had classes, but a lot of them didn’t really do anything. Math was the only class that really tried to get back to normal. We also had tons of assemblies when random celebrities would show up.

The following year we returned to Columbine, I remember a lot of parents built a human wall around the school to keep reporters out. Things returned to normal fairly quickly the next year. It was always weird with the school being remodeled though. Area where library used to be was gone.

Getting your stuff back was a huge problem though. They kept our cars and other belongings for several months. This created a lot of issues as most high school students don’t have multiple cars to get to school. Also, a lot of us left our backpacks when we finally got out of the school. I always had my wallet in there, so I didn’t have any credit cards, ids, etc. Also, the sprinklers came on after so when I did finally get my stuff back is was moldy and mostly ruined. I don’t mean for this to sound whiny that I lost some belongings while others were paralyzed or even dead. Just something I never would have thought about had it not happened.

Edit: I seem to be getting a lot of the same questions so I’ll do my best to address them here.

Credit Card:. Debit card or ATM card would probably have been a better term for most.  I did have a credit card from my parents as they were teaching me credit.  I paid the balance not them.  I was in my twenties before I realized how credit card companies made money.  I was taught to pay the balance off every month to avoid interest and I assumed everyone did that.

Did I know the shooters: I was not friends with either of them.  I knew Dylan a little bit growing up, but did not really talk to him in high school.  If I remember correctly, Eric worked at a pizza place (Blackjack?) near the school.  They were both older than me and hung out with a different crowd than I did.“

The Incredibles - Sentence Meme

Change pronouns and such as needed

  • “Where’s my super suit?”
  • “Uh-uh! Don’t you think about running off doing no daring-do. We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!”
  • “'Greater good?’ I am your wife! I’m the greatest good you are ever gonna get!”
  • “We’re dead! We’re dead! We survived but we’re dead!”
  • “Well, he’ll look fabulous anyway.”
  • “No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved! You know, for a little bit? I feel like the maid; I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for ten minutes!”
  • “This is a horrible suit, darling. You can’t be seen in this. I won’t allow it. Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now? Feh!”
  • “I never look back, darling! It distracts from the now.
  • “No capes!”
  • “Now I’m losing him! What’ll I do? What’ll I do?”
  • “Pull yourself together!”
  • “Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win!”
  • “Call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.”
  • “Ha! Never heard that one before.”
  • “My God, you’ve gotten fat.”
  • “Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal?”
  • “We act normal! I want to be normal!”
  • “This is the third time this year you’ve been sent to the office. We need to find a better outlet. A more constructive outlet.”
  • You always say ‘Do your best’, but you don’t really mean it. Why can’t I do the best that I can do?”
  • “Do not change the subject! We’re discussing your attitude!”
  • “Stop right now, or you’re fired!”
  • “Huh? Huh? Oh, come on! You gotta admit, this is cool!”
  • “ I’ll be a bigger hero than you ever were.”
  • “You mean you killed off real heroes so that you could pretend to be one?”
  • “I’ll give them heroics. I’ll give them the most spectacular heroics anyone’s ever seen!”
  • “When everyone’s super no one will be.”
  • “I was wrong to treat you that way. I’m sorry.”
  • “See? Now you respect me, because I’m a threat. That’s the way it works.”
  • “Turns out there are lots of people, whole countries, that want respect, and will pay through the nose to get it.”
  • Oh, ho ho! You sly dog! You got me monologuing! I can’t believe it.”
  • “You can’t! It’s impossible! I’m far too busy, so ask me now before I can become sane.”
  • “Are we there yet?”
  • “Sure, it was difficult, but you are worth it. I mean, after all, I am your biggest fan.”
  • “That ship has sailed. All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to help, and what do you say to me?”
  • “Fly home. I work alone.”
  • “It tore me apart, but I learned an important lesson. You can’t count on anyone, especially your heroes.”
  • “Ya see that? That’s the way to do it. That’s old school.”
  • “You always, always say “Be true to yourself,” but you never say which part of yourself to be true to!”
  • “And now, you have officially carried it too far.”
  • “This is because I don’t have powers, isn’t it? Well, not every superhero has powers, you know. You can be super without them.”
  • “It’s great to see you, but I gotta tell you, I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.”
  • “But you said we weren’t supposed to use our powers!”
  • “I know what I said! Listen to what I’m saying now!
  • “I can’t lose you again! I can’t. Not again. I’m not strong enough.”
  • “Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it.”
  • “Remember the bad guys on the shows you used to watch on Saturday mornings? Well, these guys aren’t like those guys.”
  • “They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance.
  • “Oh, man–That was totally wicked!”
  • “Well, I am sure I don’t know, darling. Luck favors the prepared.”
  • “Do you think I’m totally irresponsible? Thanks a lot!”
  • “Just like old times, huh?”
  • “That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.”
  • “I should have told you I was fired, I admit it. But I didn’t want you to worry.”
  • “You keep trying to pick a fight, but I’m still just happy you’re alive.”
  • “He’s a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.”
  • “Coincidence? I think not!”
  • “You’re letting him go again? He’s guilty! You can see it in his smug little face. Guilty, I say! Guilty! Guilty!”
  • “I’ve taken courses and learned CPR, and I’ve got excellent marks and certificates I can produce on demand.”
  • “You know, I wish my parents played Mozart when I slept because half the time I don’t even know what the heck anyone’s talking about!”
  • “ I’m sorry. I’ve been a lousy father, blind to what I have. So obsessed with being undervalued that I undervalued all of you.”
  • “You are my greatest adventure, and I almost missed it.”
  • “Am I good enough now?”
  • “DARLING! How are you, it’s been such a long time.”
  • “Don’t make me beg, darling, I won’t do it, you know!”
  • “Tell me you haven’t been listening to the police scanner again?”
  • “Look, I performed a public service. You act like that’s a bad thing.”
  • “Uprooting our family again so that you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!”
  • “Reliving the glory days is better than pretending they never happened!”
  • “It’s psychotic! People keep coming up with new ways to celebrate mediocrity.”
  • “He starts monologuing! He starts like, this prepared speech about how feeble I am compared to him, how inevitable my defeat is, how the world will soon be his, yadda yadda yadda. I mean, the guy has me on a platter and he won’t shut up!”
  • “I’m not happy. Not happy. Ask me why.”
  • “They caught you on tape and you still got away with it? Whoa!”
  • “Look, what if we actually did what our wives think we’re doing, just to shake things up?”
  • “Valuing life is not weakness.”
  • “Look, I called his bluff, sweetheart, that’s all. I knew he wouldn’t have it in him.”
  • “Next time you gamble, bet your own life.”
  • “Why are you here? How can you possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?”
  • “Oh, you’ll get over it. I seem to recall you prefer to work alone.”
  • “That sounds a little dark for you.”
  • “I knew you couldn’t do it. Even when you have nothing to lose! You’re weak! And I’ve outgrown you.”
  • “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out!”
  • “You took away my future. I’m simply returning the favor.”
  • “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be a good mentor: supportive, encouraging. Everything you weren’t.”
  • “You know, I was right to idolize you? I always knew you were tough, but tricking the probe by hiding under the bones of another super? Oh, MAN! I’m still geeking out about it!”
  • “Help me! Help me! Lame, lame, lame, lame, lame!”
  • I just need a patch job. For sentimental reasons.
  • “Have a great day, honey. Help customers, climb ladders…”
  • “Let me guess. It became smart enough to wonder why it had to take orders.”
  • “Shut it down, do it quickly, don’t destroy it.”
  • “You asked me how to get there and I told you!”
  • “Mom and Dad’s lives could be in jeopardy, or worse their marriage.”
  • “You know I’m retired from hero work.”
  • “Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep!”
  • “How could I betray the perfect woman?”
  • “That was so cool when you threw that car!”
  • “I’m sorry ma'am, I know you’re upset–Pretend to be upset.”
  • “Did I do something illegal?”
  • “The law requires that I answer no.”
  • “Easy, easy girl. You’re overreacting, everything’s fine, they’re just all getting coffee! At the same time. Yeah.”
  • “Settle down, are you kidding? I’m at the top of my game! I’m right up there with the big dogs! Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don’t think so.”
  • “Every time they run, we take a shot!”
  • “You didn’t save my life, you ruined my death, that’s what you did!”
  • “I’m fired, aren’t I?”
  • “My employer is attracted to power. As am I. It’s a weakness we both share.”
  • “Someone’s always in trouble.”
  • “We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you’re on your own.”
  • “It’s time to engage! Do something! Don’t just stand there, I need you to intervene!”
  • “You’re late. When you asked me if I was doing anything later, I didn’t realize you’d actually forgotten. I thought it was playful banter.”
  • “Does this mean we have to move again?”
  • “You want to go toward the people that tried to kill us?”
  • “Stop it! We are not gonna die! Now, both of you will get a grip!”
  • “We look like bad guys. Incompetent bad guys!”
  • “If he even sneezes, we’ll be there with a hanky and a pair of handcuffs.”
  • “Well, with counseling, I think you’ll come to forgive me.”
  • “Look, I’ve been nice, I’ve stood for photos, signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me.”
  • “Oh, no, no, you don’t have to worry about training me! I know all your moves, your crime-fighting style, favorite catchphrases, everything! I’m your number one fan!”
  • “You’re not affiliated with me!”
  • “I don’t see anyone from the old days, just you, and we’re pushing our luck as it is.”
  • “Where are they now? They are living among us. Average people, average citizens quietly and anonymously making the world a better place.”
  • “Shh, it isn’t your fault. It wasn’t fair for me to suddenly ask so much of you. But things are different now, and doubt is a luxury we can’t afford anymore, sweetie.”
  • “You have more power than you realize. Don’t think, and don’t worry. If the time comes, you’ll know what to do. It’s in your blood.” 
Tiger Appreciation Day 2: The Hunt for Swarna

[ @thelittlepandas ]


“Scott. Any sign of Swarna?”

“We’ve been searching the past hour, but the rains are really affecting visibility. How about you? Any sign of him on your end?”

“I’m listening to the police radio scanner. It’s faint, but-” She puts the phone on speaker so the other car can pick up what can be heard from the scanner.

”….Mitra, did you get that?“

"I got it. Follow me, Mrs. Chamelee, I know that part of the slums. Let’s use the rain to our advantage. Hopefully we’ll do this without getting noticed.” She then turns the car, with some of her Bandaron as passengers, around a corner, ready for any sign of the Golden Tiger.

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Pairing: Stiles/Derek

A little drabble I wrote at work.
Fun fact: I have taken every one of these calls myself.

As summer jobs go, it’s better than waiting tables. Stiles knows the lingo, he’s done the course, and he is good to go. Okay, so he’s freaking out just a tiny bit as well, and he brought three pens in case two of them stop working, but he’s got this, okay? He’s got this. Besides, this is Beacon Hills, not L.A. What’s the worst thing that can—

And Stiles nips that question in the bud before he can get it out, even in his head. He’s not going to tempt fate by finishing it.

He sits down at his desk, plugs his headset in, and stares expectantly at the phone and the radio console.

And nothing happens.

Nothing continues to happen, stubbornly, for twelve whole minutes. And then the phone rings. Stiles hits the answer button, his heart pounding. This is it. His first 911 call. He opens his mouth to speak, and finds the caller is already yelling at him.

“—and it’s been thirty-six minutes and it’s not here yet!”

“Wait, what?” Stiles squints at the screen, waiting for the map to update. “What isn’t there yet?”

“My fucking pizza!”

For a second Stiles is stunned into silence, but only for a second. Then he remembers that this fucking brain surgeon is tying up an emergency line. “Oh my god! Are you kidding me, dude? You can’t call 911 over a pizza!”

“I’m a taxpayer!” the guy yells back.

“You’re a fucking idiot!” Stiles ends the call and slumps back in his chair, glaring at the screen.

Oh. Okay. So that wasn’t really in the training. In fact, Stiles is pretty certain he’s not allowed to hang up on anyone, even if they are total douchenozzles. But hey, this is a learning curve, okay?

Stiles quietly panics that calling the guy an idiot is going to send him into a rage-fuelled killing spree for revenge, and that it will all be Stiles’s fault. He really doesn’t want to kill anyone on his first night.

He’s still having a slight meltdown about it when he gets a call from one of the deputies on road to run a name check for him.

Okay, now that’s a lot less problematic. Stiles has been running name checks through the police database since he was fourteen. But, of course, the less said about that the better. It’s weird to do it with his own user ID and password and not his dad’s.

After that, Stiles falls into a routine. He’s got this. This is going well. Okay, there are only four deputies working, and only three actual jobs in the entire system, but that’s quite enough to handle right now, thanks very much. Carol, the dispatcher who looked after him for his brief mentoring period, could run multiple major incidents on a busy Friday night in her sleep, but Stiles suspects she’s not quite human.

He wants to grow up and be just like her.


At midnight, Parrish comes in to see if he wants a bathroom break. It’s only when he’s standing up that Stiles realizes how much tension he’s been holding in his body while he’s been sitting for the past few hours.

He heads to the bathroom, makes a coffee on the way back, and slides back into his seat to find out he’s missed exactly nothing.

“So how’s it all going in here?” Jordan asks him.

“Um, good?” Stiles tries to make it sound less like a question. But pizza guy hasn’t called back and he hasn’t gone on a rampage either, so Stiles is taking that as a win.

Yes, he’s winning at this.


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Cheesy broccoli soup a la Al:

*Take some bread

*Cut the top off

*Scoop out the middle with a… what is this doodad, a banana masher?

*Anyway, scoop out the middle.

*Plop some cheese and chicken stock in the pot

*I guess some onions too. Nah, just chuck ‘em in. The green is probably oregano

*Chop up the broccoli

*Boil it in the cheese pot, Listen to police scanner for a bit.

*Garlic! That’s what I forgot, garlic.

*Yeah. This is gonna be good. Their taste buds’ll never know what hit ‘em.

Full name: Kimiko Ijichi
Other names: Kiko-chan, Koko-chan, Darling, Lovey
Occupation: Student | Reserve Course student (DR verse)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Biromantic | Demi-asexual
Origin: Japan
Current Location: Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Ethnicity: Japanese
Spoken languages: Japanese, English, learning French, starting Greek
Religion: Non-practicing Shintoist
Height: 5′7″ | 172cm
Body type: O
Eyes: Fuchsia
Tattoos: N/A
Piercings: Earlobes
Social Media: I mean.. she probs has some but I aint going that deep
Smoking: No
Drinking: No
Drugs: No
Athletics: On the tennis team, jogs frequently
Hobbies: Researching, watching documentaries, reading, flower pressing, jogging, listening to police scanners
Virgin: Yes
Favorite drink: Hojitcha tea & sparkling water (lemon flavored)
Favorite food: Okonomiyaki and Castella
Favorite music: Soft pop
Clothing style: Form-fitting dresses and skirts. Sweaters and sweater vests.  Tights.  Leggings.  Mid-shin lengthed boots and flats.
Underwear type: Panties??  I drew hers for DR here

Tagged by: stole it from @pxlotspeaking
Tagging: @moonmonogatari @shymaru @xxheroisms @kxwamx-escalation @coldblxoded @shsl-guardian & everyone. everyone. every1

You're On

Team Flash x Reader

Warnings: none. When matters are in italics it’s the readers thoughts

Summary: You have superpowers and you come to Central City looking for team Flash.

6 Years Ago

You were out on the pool deck of your bestfriends house. She made you come over to celebrate your 16th birthday. You could still hear her voice saying “Come on, Y/N, it’ll be fun.” Neither of you were very popular so it was just you and her, along with her mom and little sister. So much for fun. You really didn’t mind it being just you and her, you two were like sisters but sometimes you wished you had more friends.
Y/F/N came back out and jumped in the pool. Before she could come back up you jumped almost right on top of her. All she said when she came up was “Rude.” You noticed the dark clouds starting to form overhead the same time Y/F/N did. “Maybe we should head inside, Y/N.” You smiled to yourself. She never did like storms. “Oh come on, Y/F/N. A little rain never hurt anyone.”
She hopped out and started to dry off. “It’s not the rain that worries me.” Lightning. You knew she was probably right but you were a little annoyed with her for not letting you go home earlier so you stayed in the pool. It started to rain and you got out. Y/F/N turned expecting you to follow her. She turned around when she reaches the door to see you standing on the edge of the pool. “Come on, Y/N.” You cocked an eyebrow getting ready to backflip into the pool. You saw her eyes go big with fear. “Y/N!” Then you felt energy surging through your body and you blacked out.

Present Day

Central City had become a magnet for chaos. It had been almost a year and a half after the infamous particle accelerator explosion. The Flash had been an interest of yours ever since he showed up in Central City, he was the first of a lot of people that had powers similar to your own.
You were walking down the street listening to the police radio scanner, listening for something that might catch the Flash’s attention. “Robbery in downtown…” That was all you heard before you took off, knowing he would be close behind.
After saving the hostages you tied the thieves in the middle of the room. The Flash showed up right before you finished. You gave him a quick wink and sped off, you already knew where his base was.
You heard him talking before you rounded the corner. “You guys will never believe what just happened. There was this girl and…” You walked into the room. “And she stopped the robbery long before I got there?” Everyone turned to you now, surprised. “Hello, Mr. Allen”
His long haired friend spoke first. “Ummm, who are you?”You tried to remember his name. He had worked at S.T.A.R. Labs before the explosion. “Y/N. You’re Cisco, aaaaand you’re Caitlin.” You answered pointing to the brown haired woman. They all turned to each other, not even trying to hide their worry that I knew their names. Barry spoke first. “So you’re like me, a speedster.” You laughed a little. “Actually, I think it’s accurate to say you’re more like me, Flash.”

“ What do you mean I’m like you” You just rolled your eyes and left the wall you were leaning on. “I mean that I’ve had my powers a LOT longer than you have. That makes you like me.” They were all shocked by my answer. “How long have you had your powers?” This time it was Cisco asking the question. “About 6 years.”

6 Years ago

You had gotten struck by lightning almost a 2 weeks ago and you had the marks to prove it. You woke up to find 3 marks on your back, one at the base of your neck and one on each of your shoulders. They were all about the size of a baseball, but strangely they didn’t hurt. The doctors said that was where you probably got struck. The hospital released you a few hours after you woke up. When you got home you went up to shower, hospitals always smelled funny to you. When you got out, you caught a glance at your back in the mirror. The marks from earlier were completely gone.
Suddenly you got a pounding headache and you could hear the dog down the street and the tv next door. Your headache subsided and you again noticed your back. Parts of your back were glowing, exactly where your marks used to be. Each one looked like a different shape, though. A lightning bolt, a flame and an eye had now appeared. Each one took the place of one of the marks. The lightning was on your neck with the flame on your left shoulder and the eye on your right. What the hell. After a few more seconds the glowing marks disappeared.
You went out for coffee after your little escapade. As you walked into the coffee shop you ran into someone. Suddenly the world slowed and watched as the man in front of you dropped his coffee. Before the cup hit the floor, you reached out and grabbed it. The world returned to normal speed but you could feel a tingling in your back where the marks from before had been. “Nice reflexes.” You looked up at the man you ran into. “Um, thanks.” You just handed him his coffee and ran out the door.
Your day went on like that. Weird things happening at random points in time. Every time you felt a tingling in your back and every time you became more confused about what happened to you.

Present Day

“So your back glows every time you use your powers.” They were all trying to wrap their heads around the idea “Well…I mean…ugh.” You just turned around and took off your jacket, revealing a tank top that showed your neck and shoulders. To get the symbols to appear you lit a fire in your hand. You knew they could see them when you heard Caitlin gasp. You put your jacket back on and turned around. When you turned to face them they all had their mouths hanging open. Cisco was the first to speak. “So each symbol represents a different power. 3 symbols, 3 powers, right?” You just nodded in agreement. “The lightning bolt is super speed, for some reason that power is stronger than the rest. Next is my control over fire. Then enhanced senses.” They all looked like they were trying to wrap their heads around the idea that you had three powers and for 6 years. “So why are you here?” “Well mostly because I wanted to join your team, but also because I wanted to race.” Barry looked a little surprised. “You tracked me all the way out here just to race?” “And to join your team” You corrected him. “Why would you want to race me?” “Well gee, I don’t know to see who’s faster. That is kinda the point of a race.” He just rolled his eyes at you. “Please, Allen. It’s been 6 years since I’ve known anyone that can come close to my speed.” He looked at the others before turning to you. “You’re on.”

I wish you knew we would have been there for you...

A mini-fic follow-up to my previous post: A momentary lapse in judgment in this city is enough to get you killed.

Warning: Aftermath of major character death. Proceed with caution.

@neko–ninja these feels are squarely on you… ok, probably @vexhexer a bit too… and I suppose I had a bit to do with it.

EDIT: Now also on AO3

Geoff checked his phone as it buzzed insistently in his pocket. He noticed the rest of the crew move for their phones too. It was a text from Ryan to the group chat.

I fucked up. I’m sorry.

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Catch Fire Pt. 6

Luke Hemmings Soulmate AU

summary: In a world where one can enter the dreams of their soulmate until they finally meet, Nikki soon finds out these aren’t just regular soulmate dreams because Luke has a dark secret that changes everything.

 word count: 3.6K

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 ||

As Luke had hoped, the sky was nice and clear, perfect for getting lost in the stars hanging above. The pair had since finished their meal, Nikki noticing throughout that Luke mostly played with his chopsticks and barely ate, but chalked it up to nerves. After cleaning up they stretched out on the blankets beneath them, Luke turning off the lantern plunging them in darkness as they gazed at the inky sky dotted with twinkling lights.

Luke was to Nikki’s left, one arm propped up under his head while his right was slightly pressed against Nikki’s. While admiring the beauty of the night she quickly became engrossed in her thoughts over the boy beside her. She couldn’t believe how happy she felt beside him, how his presence brought a sense of calming to her. Absentmindedly she slipped her fingers in between Luke’s and instantly shivered, not expecting them to be like icicles.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, “Sorry, I run kinda cold.” She could feel him peering at her but kept her eyes trained on the sky.

“S’okay. Just a surprise is all.”

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addictedramblings asked for a Stiles post-Nogitsune, who sees his friends being threatened and uses instincts he remembers from that time to save them. This is only sort of what you asked for in your message , but I hope you enjoy it!

The sight of his friends’ bruised and bleeding bodies does something to Stiles. He can feel it rising up deep inside, hollowing him out and leaving him cold.

Scott and Liam are weak and spasming from the wolfsbane still ilngering in the air. Lydia’s standing tall in the face of three bounty hunters, a bruise blooming on one cheek and fire in her eyes as she stares down the gun. And Derek… Derek’s too altered now, too human, to have been affected by the wolfsbane. He must have tried to fight back when Scott and Liam had fallen. Stiles can see it in the broken skin and the wincing eyes, in his shaking arms as he pushes himself slowly up on his elbows to look at Stiles.

“Don’t get involved, kid,” the hunter says, eyeing Stiles with lips curling. “You’re not on the list and you got no bounty. No need for you to die with the beasts.”

His foot kicks out and Derek crumples, grunting.

Stiles has never considered himself a good person. Never thought of himself as a hero. There’s no surprise at the blood-red images that flit through his mind of the hunter writhing on the floor in Derek’s place, of a long blade sliding straight through his heart.

His head tilts, slow and thoughtful.

“Well, we all have our own definition of beasts, don’t we?”

They think he’s come here unarmed. They think they’ve stumbled across a stupid, weak boy. They have no idea about the things he’s capable of, the things he’s willing to do to protect the ones he loves.

It takes a moment for Stiles to recognize the way his shoulders have gone loose, his hands folding casually in front of him.

When the hunter looks up from Derek’s writhing body, Stiles sees his stance shift with new awareness. Awareness of a predator, even if he doesn’t consciously recognize it.

“So you’re really one of those pro-monster freaks, huh?”

“Not at all.” Stiles allows his lips to curl, a pleasant smile that doesn’t come near his eyes. “I’m in the business of protecting innocent people from monsters.”

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Channel Surfing

@timeandspace2002 @hiddles-and-skittles

Originally posted by super-sootica

When was it ever supposed to be a normal day? Of course, you had to listen to the police scanner and of course the three of you had to get stuck in a television show.


“Doctor,” Doctor Sexy nods his head at Dean, as the eldest Winchester gives him an excited, “Doctor.”

Doctor Sexy says the same thing to Sam before turning to you.

A smirk appears on his face as he reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips. He presses a long, drawled out kiss to the back of your hand.

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Stiles- When You’re Ready

Request-  No has heard from the reader in days so they go to check on her the house is a wreck the parents are dead and shes currently tied up in like a closet or something so the people that check on her call the pack. Srry it’s so creepy. I dreamt about it😱

Warning: Mentions of death of the reader’s family

A/N- So I made this a Stiles imagine and I added a read more link because it’s a little graphic.

Sheriff Stilinski sat patiently in the driver’s seat of his station car, waiting in front of the diner he and Parrish frequented during their evening shift. His stomach growled as he watched Parrish walk out of the dinner, carrying a brown paper bag full of food. He could just taste those curly fries now.
Parrish opened the door and sat down, eagerly reaching into the bag. The Sheriff pulled out a burger and what looked like a carton of fries, but he frowned when he realized they were carrot sticks.
“Parrish what the hell is this?” he demanded.
“Sorry, sir,” Parrish told him apologetically. “I owed Stiles a favor.”

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Police Scanner

So I listen to my local police scanner a lot for fun because my town is crazy at night. And last night I’m listening in and one cop radios in and says

“We’ve got 5 reports of loitering in town square and the calls are just coming in.” And for a second I was like oh shit are people rioting? Should I be worried? And then another cop laughs and goes

“Aw it’s just those pokemon kids don’t worry.”

this isn’t the cuddly kind of christmas fic you might expect, but it is the cuddly kind of christmas fic i needed to write

only the lightest of spoilers for elementary s4, tw for mentions of parental emotional abuse, i know neither jack nor shit about nyc so pls forgive any bits that don’t make any goddamn sense

blessed yuletides or w/e

Christmases with Sherlock have never been an elaborate affair.

Their first was simple: Joan ducked out for an hour-long dinner with her family, made polite (if more than a little distant) conversation, dodged her mother’s more intrusive questions, and then cited sober companionship as her reason to leave before everyone else. The taxi ride back to the brownstone was wasted in worrying about the gossip that surely started the moment she closed the door, but arriving at the brownstone–dark, silent, halls completely undecked–felt a bit like a breath of fresh air. She found Sherlock in the TV room practicing his memory game, fell asleep in the armchair with the white noise of eight garbled television programs washing over her, and woke up the next morning with a quilt tucked around her shoulders.

Their second was nervous, with both of them still settling into the new terms of their relationship to one another–at least until Sherlock broached the topic of her holiday plans on Christmas morning with an unreadable expression, and Joan admitted that she’d told her parents they were mired in a very important case and she wouldn’t be able to make it to dinner. He visibly relaxed (though he quickly turned to try and hide his reaction) and they spent the day as they would any other.

Their third found them actually mired in an important case, working so hard that she was barely aware of the passage of time, until she picked up her phone to update Bell on their latest theory and found several increasingly concerned texts from her mother and brother. A quick call–yes, I’m alright, yes, I’m sorry, yes, we’re very busy, three people are dead, I won’t go into the details, please enjoy dinner–and then it was back to work.

Their fourth, Joan suspects, is going to be very different.

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There are some people who decide to do the superhero vigilante thing in real life. They dress up in a costume, listen to crimes on police scanners, and really try to do the whole “Batman” thing (without any of the money, equipment or training). 

These people are doing it wrong. If you’re going to be a costumed vigilante, dress up as a clown. 

Think about it, clowns are already scary as fuck. Imagine someone tries to mug or assault someone, then out of nowhere a clown with a baseball bat or gun starts beating the shit out of them. I mean mercilessly just destroying them. As they’re lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, the clown in an overly comical and goofy voice says “Think twice before pulling that shit again, or else I won’t go so easy on you next time I visit. Understand fuckwad? Huhuhyuck!”

And as the criminal tries to answer, they get hit in the face with a pie. 

I tell you, no crime would happen with Justice Clown on the streets.