look at how young they all look

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Yuri!!! on Ice Episode 12 left me with so much happiness EXCEPT for this one.

It has been mentioned as much in the previous episode: Yuuri wasn’t the only character thinking of retiring after the final. There’s also this guy, Christophe Giacometti.

His reasoning is easier to understand; he’s 25 years old and will be 26 soon. In the world of figure skating, it can’t really be considered young and Christophe knows this.

However, unlike Yuuri, Viktor, Yurio and other characters who are more “expressive”, Christophe doesn’t really show his feelings blatantly, if you know what I mean.

He looked happy and all smiles after his free skate, receiving a flower crown from Minako and winking at her, blowing kiss as usual to the audience as you can see in the above pictures.

But his closest people knew how he was actually feeling inside. His coach and - I guess it’s safe to say - his boyfriend knew that Chris must be disappointed. Just look at the change of his expression there. However, his coach and boyfriend also knew that Chris is strong, that Chris will be alright, which was why they smiled at him.

I think Chris is the kind of person who would prefer to silently cry alone, only known to his closest people, and maybe he would really do that after this. Imagine when you thought this would be your last season and you wanted to win for once since your arch-rival wasn’t there, but then you were absolutely outrun by all the younger guys. Heck, he didn’t even get to the podium this time, not even a Bronze Medal for him. There was no way he wasn’t disappointed.

But he faced it calmly with a smile.

I think among all the skaters, Chris is by far the most mature and the “strongest”. He is absolutely one of my favorite characters and whether he retires or not, I really wish that he would be happy.

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I’ve buried my love in the moon dust .

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Mark is happy where he is and enjoys what he likes best: rapping!

No wonder Lainey is mad lately (December 2016)

Here she is joining Gerg and Sarah for a game. She doesn’t look/sound happy. She leaves less than half way through this video and Billie joins them, too.

Take note how their legs are touching.

The screenshots above are from the most recent video on his uhohbro channel.

These pictures below are from this previous three or four videos from early Nov to now:

Look how closes these two are sitting versus how close he and his WIFE were.

Okay, so he’s grabbing her knee.

IT GETS BETTER!!! The girl using the VR is not Lainey, she’s another moderately attractive blue haired girl. So there’s three pretty girls in his house at this time and Lainey has fucked off in the back room I guess?

Look at that, folks. When is the last time he sat like this with Lainey? It gets better! 

Are- Are those Billie’s little fingers dangerously close to his teeny peeny? 

YES THEY ARE!!! 

Now they are hiding more under the cover. Verrry interesting. 

Wonder what’s going on under there?


So yeah, seeing this explains why Lainey is so unhappy. He lights up with Billie. They are always physically touching. He insults Lainey by calling her a “fucking moron” but he teases Billie and the other girls. Personally if I were Lainey I would’ve punched someone in the mouth by now. I would lose my mind over this. I’m sure she is losing her mind over this. 


So Lainey, or Elaine, or Laine, whatever you go by now, if you’re seeing this I hope you know that this is what’s happening while you’re off doing god knows what. I’m willing to bet that you pout in the room while he’s out here making videos with other girls, and I bet you don’t watch his gaming videos. So here we go! Pictures of this slimy fuck getting very, very cozy with the girl that he WANTS to be with. 

I want to be with you forever. I want to take our time with everything. From moving in together to marriage and having kids. I want to see the look on your face on our wedding day. I can’t wait to see how you would be with our kids. And how you’d look when the grey starts to set in. When we’ve been through it all and we’re still standing together. Even when we’re both old and know our time is limited; I want you to be the one holding my hand. I want it all.
—  Chapters from my life
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You’re watching us and you don’t realize how much makeup and how much lighting is involved when we look good. We have a lot of help where we are. I don’t think that it’s healthy for young girls to be looking at these beauty magazines and watching TV and these shows and thinking [that’s the standard]… there’s more European attitude — you look at French film, Spanish film, they’re a little more open to quirks and human nature. That we’re not all symmetrical, not all the same shape… we need more of that.

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When you look up in a dictionary the phrase “HEAD OVER HEALS IN LOVE”, there should be an audiovisual record of Min Hyuk waltzing into his office like a ray of sunshine with a goofy, megawatt smile plastered on his face; so eager and excited to see BS the first thing in the morning, so loathe to step away from her and unable to even look away. HE EVEN BACKWALKS so he wouldn’t have to take his eyes off her! And all that because how happy he was to meet her last night.

It’s been mentioned many times before that it’s those little things and gestures that matter the most and reveal a lot about a person and their feelings and one of those things are Min Hyuk gifts to Bong Soon which don’t even feel like gifts at first because he always gives them to her so matter-of-factly and subtly. They are so thoughtful and considered as he always manages to give her the things that she needs and wants the most. 

  • When BS feels insecure about her English, MH buys her English textbooks and lets her study during her work time, 
  • when she is hungry or worried he buys her food,
  • when she wants to create a game, he gives her a computer with all the programs she will need 
  • and when she wants to fight the villains, HE CREATES A TRAINING REGIME ONLY FOR HER SO SHE CAN FACE THEM AND WIN. 

That’s only one of the many ways he keeps helping her and supporting her. He doesn’t asks for anything in return, his only selfishnes is that he wants for BS to do all those things with him. It’s enough to make him happy because her happiness is the source of his own.

Congratulations | Part 1 (M)

Originally posted by tamtambts

Pairing: Hansung x Reader

Genre: Hwarang!AU, Hansung!AU, fluff, smut

Word Count: 1,831 words

Warnings: dirty talk, bondage (in this part)

Part Two / Part Three (coming soon)


The idea around The Queen gathering the most good looking young masters and training them to become the future of Silla, wasn’t one that you were very fond of. Maybe it was because you weren’t so fond of the so called Queen herself. Maybe it was because everyone was constantly obsessing over how good looking they all were. Maybe it was because you didn’t want your partner to be gone from by your side.

Seok Hansung.

Bubbly, bright and innocent (but not so much in the bedroom). He was a ray of sunshine. Having him gone would feel like a part of you is gone. The two of you were inseparable, despite the fact you were from a lower class than him.

You were born as what they call, a half-blood. Your mother was poor, barely having enough money to look after herself. Your father was part of The Queens officials, having more than enough silver and gold to get him through his entire life. He wasn’t all heartless, he would give your mother and yourself a pouch or two of either gold or silver each month so you two could survive.

The ordeal of a Young Master having relations with a mere half-blood, was sure to be looked down upon. You didn’t have the money for the quality fabric to even sew some of the clothes the Mistress’s of the upper classes wore but standing beside Hansung who’s clothes were always one of the most finest and most expensive in Silla, was more than just embarrassing. Somehow he always managed to sense your tenseness, making sure to give you his adorable boxy smile that would make the sides of his eyes crinkle up and give you a quick kiss on your forehead. He always offered to buy you and your mother new clothes, sometimes even food when he knew you were struggling that week, but you always refused. Hansung always got his way however, he’d always manage to find a way to help you out no matter the consequence.

You had met Hansung when you were around sixteen years of age. You had lost your way in the woods, wondering around trying to find the way back to the city walls and be safe at home with your mother. The daylight was slowly fading away and the night time animals were beginning to cry out, birds, crickets, owls, all kinds of sounds were heard – but no sound of civilisation.

You had soon drifted into a deep slumber until you were lightly being shaken by your shoulders only to open your eyes to a stranger staring down at you, sunrise just happening behind him. A thousand thoughts ran through your head but the main ones you couldn’t forget were: he was very handsome and he could potentially take advantage of you. Doing what anyone would do in self defence (at least that’s what you convinced yourself it was), you hit him.

“Ow!” His voice was much deeper than you had expected. He had the face of a baby, cute yet incredibly handsome, god he was good looking. Was he going to be able to help you get back home? Wait. Did he live in Silla? If he did, how had you not noticed someone like him before?

“D-don’t touch me…” you stuttered, stumbling to get up, your foot accidentally stepping on the bottom of your dress making you lose your balance and you fell forward, right on top of the strange man whom you were trying to avoid.

“O-oh my-” he pushed you off his body and making your side hit the ground with a small ‘oof’ before the young man realised what he did and got up, muttering out apologies and helping you up.

“I’m- I’m truly sorry Miss, I- I didn’t mean to-”

“I-it’s fine…” you straightened yourself up and dusted your dress off but the stains of wet mud and dirt remained on many parts all over it. “I’ll clean it for you!” you looked up at him.

“N-no, not like that but- I just meant, if you take your dress off- oh god, I swear, I-I’m not trying to be creepy-” a small giggle passed your lips making him stop talking and he cleared his throat, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry…” he cleared his throat again, “what were you doing out here? All alone?”

“Oh, well- I kind of, got lost and I did not know the way back to Silla,” you admitted.

“Oh! I can take you back! We can get back quicker if we use my horse, come on!” He grinned, becoming overly happy at the fact he was going to be able to get someone as beautiful as you back home safely.

Ever since then, Hansung and you were not able to be pulled apart. What started as a simple friendship bloomed into something more (even if his father wasn’t happy with the fact his son was dating a half-breed).

~

“Will you coming to see me at the ceremony today?” He grinned down at you as your hands were attempting to do up the fabric belt that wrapped around his waist.

“Of course! I have to see you walk with the rest of your potential Hwarang friends while multiple ladies swoon over you and your oh so good looks,” you said dramatically as you take a step back and look at the beautiful, silky light blue robes that the Hwarang members had been given to wear. It fit perfectly a round his slender body, the colours contrasting with his tanned skin perfectly, his hair tied up exposing his forehead (#exposetaehyungsforehead2k17).

“However,” he poked your nose with a small grin, “those ladies, do know you are most definitely mine.”

“They are still able to flaunt their money and jewels in hopes of seducing Young Master Hansung, as a matter of fact.”

“They would never be able to do that because you are the only jewel in my eyes. See, you can see your reflection in my eyes! The circle in my eye is the jewel and your reflection is inside it~ aren’t I the smartest?” Hansung giggled and you weren’t able to hold back the small laugh that left your lips at his attempts to help you feel better.

“Why yes, you are. Now go, you’re going to be late if you don’t leave now.” You ushered him out of your room and all the way outside as he whined and pouted back at why you were making him leave.

“Promise you’ll be there!” he yelled as you closed the door in his face.

“Yes, yes! I promise!”

~

“Did I look cool? I tried doing that cool facial expression, you know? The one where it looks like you have no emotions so it’s just a static face and then you don’t look at anyone!” Hansung was more than excited after the ceremony of the Hwarang’s.

“Hansung, you were smiling though?”

“It was only because I saw you waving for my attention and I couldn’t help but smile back at you!”

“Very cute Hansung, very cute,” you giggled but wrapped your arms around his neck and placing a small kiss on hips lips, “congratulations on joining the Hwarang’s.”

“Mm, thank you my princess,” he pressed his lips onto yours again, sweet, innocent kisses were not on Hansung’s mind, all day he’d been trying to push aside the thought of pushing his lips against yours as your whimpered and clenched around his cock. This was a big day, all of the Hwarang’s were revealed to the city of Silla and you were stressing over how everything should be perfect, hence why he didn’t make a move – but now, he wasn’t going to hold back.

Small kisses against your lips turned into deeper ones with his hands coming to rest on your side as Hansung pulled you into him more, lightly biting down on your lower lip and letting go afterwards. “H-Hansung, not here,” you whispered, not wanting to get caught by his family.

“Father won’t know if you keep quiet,” he whispered back, a smirk tugging on the side of his face before his large hands came to cup your breasts over your dress. Your breath hitched. This was insane, there was no way you were going to be able to keep that quiet while Hansung was touching you, but there was no denying this was incredibly hot and more of a turn on than you’d like to admit.

Soft kisses and small nips were guided down your neck. “Let’s get this off, shall we?” Hansung spoke as his fingers trailed down over the area where he was able to untie the restrictive clothing and slide it down your body. He was excited, that’s for sure because in no time at all, you were both pretty much naked apart from your undergarments. “Aw, look how soaked you are already! I haven’t done anything!” yep, very excited.

“Hansung! Keep it down, please…”

“Sorry, sorry. My fault,” he giggled at you before lust overtook him again and his eyes darkened, lips being pressed to your neck again as his slender fingers gently pinched your sensitive nub over your underwear making you release a yelp. “Need me to keep going?”

Please,” you wanted to slap him, of course you needed him to keep going.

“I think you’re liking this more than you’d like to admit,” Hansung chuckled, his hand slipping inside your underwear and rubbing at your folds as you tossed your head back at the pleasure, biting down on your lip to try and hold back any sounds, “look at how wet you are, hey? Anyone could walk in on us right now and see you like this, god, you look so pretty right now.”

His thumb pressed against your clit while his finger slipped inside you. “Hansung- oh my god,” you couldn’t help but let the moan flow from your mouth, your hands coming to hold his shoulders, fingernails digging into his soft skin.

“Oh come on princess, it wouldn’t be nice if my father came in and stopped this little fun fest. Maybe I should help you keep your mouth shut, hm?” Hansung pulled away from your body, leaving you panting against the wall as you stared at him.

“Ah ha! This will do,” he smirked as he walked back. In his hand he held his belt that he was wearing around his waist as part of the Hwarang costume.

“Hands behind your back, Y/N,” you obeyed, placing them behind your body only to have him tie them together, tightly. There wasn’t a chance you were going to escape, “Good girl, now let me help you keep quiet too,” he spoke as he walked around his room only to grab a piece of cloth and came back to you. It was long enough to be tied around your mouth and wide enough so it covered it all.

Now, let’s continue on, Y/N.”


a/n: @taenity i’m never going to let you live to be honest, am i? lmao hope you enjoy part one ;)

feedback is always appreciated :)

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Looking back - and this is all in retrospect - I did have a lot of success and a lot of great opportunities earlier in my career. But I did also have this thing that was sort of happening in my late twenties where, whether it was because of how I looked or because I started so young, even though I was the right age for things, people didn’t think that I was old enough.

ALL RIGHT, let me tell you all something about this hat. I got it at con. And yes, I got it for when I cosplay young Genji.

I was in the venders hall and there was this booth with these snap backs (my fav) With works like “Hentai”, “Trash”,”Seme”, ect… So one of the girls running the booth was helping me this is how it went:

Girl: Are you looking for something?
Me: Yeah am looking for a hat that would fit a character but I am not sure
Girl: Oh what character maybe I can help?
Me: Uh… YOUNG Genji Shimada from overwatch

And she fucking pulls out this hat and I all most died I was like “YES, SHE GETS ME, SHE GETS THE CHARACTER”

Also yes the hat sais “Fuck boy” the U is two hearts

some one plz draw young genji in this hat

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Tommy Bracco, Iain Young, Aaron Albano, Evan Kasprzak, Jacob Guzman singing “Cheerleader”

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→ The Art of The Force Awakens
I’m flipping through this book and enjoying the art, when I stop on this one, and am suddenly arrested by just how much this looks like Anakin and Padme. Granted, it’s concept art, back when Rey was still “Kira”, before “Sam” became Finn, but I can’t believe it’s a coincidence.  He literally even has a scar over his right eye!

While I’m not sure if they’re going to go through with it, given all the little details (the casting of how much Daisy Ridley looks like a young Mark Hamill or influences of Natalie Portman, the ship that dropped her off on Jakku looks exactly like Luke’s personal shuttle from the comics, the many, many parallels of shots of Anakin and Luke, the lineage of the lightsaber, that even Obi-Wan Kenobi was there for their first steps to being a Jedi, just as he was for Anakin and Luke), I really do think she was created to be Rey Skywalker.

(But because it’s so commonly theorized they may change things.  It’ll break my heart, though, because I really love all the symbolism.  Right down to “Ben” for Luke’s father figure, and “Rey” for “Breha” for Leia’s mother figure.)

Teenagers on this site telling adults how sexuality works need to stop. I get that you guys think you understand adult relationships, but you don’t. ‘relationships aren’t about sex!’ is great discourse for teenagers because you guys really aren’t emotionally ready for sex, but MOST adults are looking to have a sexual relationship with their partner. That’s how the world works.

Sex is, obviously, a very genital based experince. Some people are simply not interested in interacting with and pleasuring penises or vaginas, and telling them they should really does nothing but make you look like you’re trying to force people to have sexual experiences they don’t desire or deprive themselves of sex with a partner they’re interested in. That’s not healthy or realistic at all.

I know I didn’t want to listen to anyone older than me when I was young, and I’m sorry if this comes across as condescending, but you need to get back in your lane about sexuality. Trying to dictate to adults how often and who with they should have sex is wrong and certainly not your place.

I wanted to tell you so many things.
How my days had been without you and how my little sister and I got in an argument with our parents. I wanted to tell you that I discovered some new great music, and that I wanted you to take a listen. I wanted you to tell you that I saw a young couple all tangled up in each others arms at the park, and how it reminded me of us. But the truth is; you don’t care anymore. And the seasons has changed, and it’s colder now, and so is the air between us. And I could tell you so many things that would’ve made you smile once, but now, it’d make you look at me in an uncomfortable kind of way. In a way I don’t like to be looked at. But I honestly hope you’re better off now. Better on your own. I wanna call you sometimes. Just talk. Talk like we used to. But it does not work like that anymore. I know that. We were in love back then. Now we’re just strangers with the same memories from that magical summer. I hope you know that I miss you sometimes during the day. Especially when I want to share something with you, and I remember you’re not there. Or, you’re there, you just don’t care. And that’s what I’ve been telling myself.
That sometimes.. Love runs out. Sometimes, you can keep people in your heart, but you’d be damned if you kept them in your life. And that’s tragic, but that’s how it needs to be.
—  F.F. // Thoughts after you left #3
Young Justice Batmom: Part 6

Prompt: Batmom in the young Justice universe

words:1578

AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. Thanks to my wonderful Beta’s who are plowing through my stories!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


You just grin as Dick climbs into the car. His hair is slicked back, and he looks so different from his usual look. As always, he’s all smiles. You wait for him to buckle his seatbelt before pulling away from the curb, “So how was your first day of high school?”

“Still the youngest in my class, still the smartest in my class.”

You grin, “Yes, well your mom was very diligent in your homeschooling.” The small smile that crosses Dick’s face tells you that he’s thinking of Mary, of the Circus, of the life taken away from him. You don’t say anything more, you let him have his memory.

He comes out of it on his own, grin back in place, “I saw Artemis today.”

“Yeah, how’s she adjusting?”

“Okay I think. I said a quick hello, but she has no clue that it’s me.” He goes silent for a minute before saying, “You’re in jeans. Didn’t you just get off work?”

“Your dad and I took half a day. He’ll be gone for a bit on a League mission. Since he’s gone, I figured we’d get in a little mother son time before heading to the cave.”

His eyes go wide, “You mean?”

You nod, “Junk food here we come.”

          As far as Bruce and Alfred are concerned fast food is the devil’s food, and not something to be eaten. You and Dick however, like to live on the dangerous side, which means every once in a while you indulge when Bruce is away on a mission.

          After a few hours of fried goodness and Dick telling you about his classes and a few other things the two of you head to the safe house. He changes into his robin uniform and you simply slip your mask into place. The two of you go out the secret entrance and into the alley. All of a sudden Dick is sprinting ahead.

          You smile as you spot Artemis up ahead. Your sneakers crunch against the garbage as you come to a stop behind Artemis, right as Dick disappears through the zeta tube. You smile at the girl, “How was your first day of school?”

          “It was fine, not as bad as I thought it would be.”

          The smile never leaves your face as you motion for her to go on ahead. The moment she disappears you go through, and the next thing you know, you’re being pulled to the ground as fire streams above you, and then you’re being pulled onto your feet and down a corridor.

          Your heart is going a mile a minute, and takes several deep breaths to calm yourself, and force the flashbacks away. Then you’re taking the lead, as you run out of the hanger and into the showers. The kids catch on without you saying a word, as you turn the shower heads on, Dick tries to radio for help, but you know it won’t do any good.

          Then you’re on the run again, making your way into the kitchen. You can see the worry on Dick’s face as Artemis points out the air vent. You give him a small smile and say, “I’m not completely helpless in a fight.” Before climbing up yourself.

          You follow the kids, keeping to their pace. The movements flow from your body as naturally as the day you learned them, but you’re not as fast as you once were, and you’re certainly not as smooth. And you’re quite sure that if you weren’t fighting for your lives Dick would already be four questions into his interrogation on how a company CEO is keeping up with them.

          As the kids look at video footage you do your best to collect yourself. You focus your breathing, and then your mind, and you go to a place you haven’t been in years. You go to a place where survival comes first.

That’s why when Red Tornado’s siblings call for surrender, you almost don’t follow your son. Then, some part of our brain tells you that you aren’t her anymore. That it’s not only your life on the line but children’s as well. Your son’s life is on the line.

          You listen as Dick does his best to focus Artemis, to get her “traught.” You take one more breath before placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder and saying, “Focus Artemis, like he taught you to.” Her eyes go wide and you give her a small smile, “Our past doesn’t define us Artemis, but that doesn’t mean we can’t use pieces of it to survive.”

          Her voice is a whisper, “You know.”

          You nod, “Since the beginning.”

          “And you still?”

          “Like I said our past doesn’t define us.” She just nods. You can feel Dick’s gaze on you and you simply say, “Once we’re out of this mess I’ll explain.”

          His voice goes a bit high pitch, “Mom?”

          “I’m okay sweetheart. I promise. Now what’s the plan?”

          He shrugs, “I don’t know, they’re literally machines.” He takes a deep breath and smiles, “That’s it. They’re machines, and EMP device.”

          You raise an eyebrow, “You have that in your utility belt?”

          He grins, “No, but we can make one.  Isn’t that right KF?”

          Wally’s voice comes in loud and clear as he gives instructions, but when Dick goes to install it, you hold out your hand. He looks at you with wide eyes, “Mom, you can’t…  You don’t know how…”

          “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Dick, but trust me when I say I can do this.” You can see his hesitation, “Trust me.”

          It’s something in your eyes that makes him hold out the device and the grappling gun. It doesn’t take you long to find your center, and then you’re going. The silence comes back naturally as you touch down and make your way to the generator. You get in place and have to bite back a curse at the incomplete circuit. Then your body is moving out of the way as water comes crashing down around you.

          You find the foot holds easily, as you scale the generator. You meet Dick’s eyes from across the room and you hold up three fingers. He nods and begins pulling Artemis back. When they’re out of sight you stand up, and you wait, and sure enough they come. And with your son safely away, you allow yourself to sink into the last stage, and then you see nothing but red.

          “What is up with your mom? Did you know she could do that? She evaded that water like it was nothing, and what was with the three fingers?”

          Dick looks at Artemis as they drop soundlessly into the souvenir room. “I honestly don’t know. She’s never been a part of our missions. The most she does is stitch us up, or work the computers.”

          “But she kept up with us. She climbed, and ran, and dodged like she’s been doing it her whole life!”

          Dick just shrugs, “I honestly don’t know. But the 3 represents rule three: When outnumbered retreat and regroup.”

          “And how are we supposed to do that?”

          “The circuit was incomplete; we have to find a way to complete it before they take my mom out.”

          There’s a moment of silence before Artemis says “We could just hide, wait for the League.” Dick watches as her eyes focus on that mask.

          “Is that really what you want to do?”

          She shrugs, “It’s all I know.”

          Dick places a hand on her shoulder, “I’d like to think you’ve learned a little something in your time with us.”

          She looks back at him and says, “You know too, don’t you? About my family.”

          He just smiles and says, “Like my mom said, our pasts don’t define us.”

          Artemis’s eyes focus on the arrow, and she smiles, “Yeah, your mom is pretty smart.”

          “Yeah, she always wins at Boggle too, even against Batman.”

          She just laughs, grabs the arrow and they’re off.

          You’re bruised, you’re bloody, and you’re beaten. You’re fairly certain that you have at least one cracked rib, and the black eye is going to be hell to explain away. On the flip side, adrenaline is still pumping through your system, and you haven’t been captured yet. You’ve even managed to take off one of Red Torpedo’s arms. It’s limited his power slightly, but Red Inferno is still going strong.

          You’re not going to last much longer, you’re too out of practice. Too out of shape. It’s been nearly ten years since you’ve done this sort of thing, but you have to keep going, at least to give Artemis and Dick a chance to get out. You’re just about ready to spring from your hiding places when the elevator dings, and Artemis and Dick step out; arms held high ready to surrender. You move silently and quickly, just in time to see Dick strike out, and see Artemis fly.

          The arrow sores through the air and the next thing you know the machines are dropping to the ground. As a head count is taken, you let out a painful breath of relief. Then your knees are buckling and the pain takes over your body. The adrenaline had been keeping the worst of it away, but now it was slowly fading away. The last thing you hear is Dick calling out for you, before everything goes black.  

I worked two (literally, two) days at a place that starts with H and ends with pic…

the first day was so overwhelming but I was OK to handle it, though I had a bunch of teenage boys ask me how old I am and for my number. they were all under 18 and left me their phone numbers. I’m 22… eek… made me feel like a creep, even if I didn’t do anything.

second day, I found a $20 on the floor in front of a lady I was helping who snatched it out of my hand saying “omigosh I was looking for that!” then not even five minutes later a young girl came in looking around frantically, I asked her if she was okay. she said she dropped a $20 on the floor, I gave the lady who took it a death glare and she gave it back sheepishly.

what is wrong with people?

I didn’t come back after that.