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Juno Aspects
  • Juno in aspect to any planet can mean you will tend to attract a partner who has traits of the sign that planet rules. For instance, Juno aspecting Mars could attract you to an Aries type.
  • Juno Aspects the Sun: There will be a tendency to attract showy, dramatic, Leo types of partners. Conversely, this person could themselves become more showy and dramatic after marriage. The harmonious aspects (conjunction, sextile, and trine) can act in a similar fashion to Venus. They increase the charm and social graces to a degree. But Juno goes further. It can give one an air of innocence. We like people with Venus in conjunction the Sun because they are charming. Those with Juno in harmonious aspect to the Sun are liked because they are "cute." The stressful aspects, however, are indicators of ego conflicts with partners. Frequently, there are big problems with getting and holding on to a partner. In many cases, there is no desire to have a partner at all. Demetra George in her excellent book Asteroid Goddesses quotes Gloria Steinhem's famous answer to the question "Why didn't you ever get married?" Steinhem (who has the Sun in Aries square Juno in Capricorn) replied, "I don't mate well in captivity."
  • Juno Aspects the Moon: The attraction will be to emotional and nurturing partners, and domestic types. At least they will tend to be nurturing with the harmonious aspects conjunction, sextile and trine. The stressful aspects (square and opposition) can indicate a clash between your emotional and partnership needs. You could get a partner who is over-emotional or whines a lot. Conversely, the partner could bring out those traits in you.
  • Juno Aspects Mercury: Well, your partner won't be quiet. Forget the silent type. Anyone who marries you will have to communicate, communicate, communicate. The harmonious aspects (conjunction, sextile and trine) indicate good communication between the two of you. It could also show that your ability to communicate improves with partnership. The stressful aspects (square and opposition) can indicate communication problems with partners. One of you may try to stifle the other here because you both want to talk at once.
  • Juno Aspects Venus: The attraction will be to a charming partner with good artistic ability and taste. At least that will tend to be true for the harmonious aspects (conjunction, sextile and trine). The stressful aspects (square and opposition) could attract a lazy, slothful, and indolent partner. Partnership could also bring out these traits in you. With stressful aspects, there will tend to be a clash between your partnership needs (Juno) and your ability to express love and affection (Venus). As a result, you might find it difficult to express love to your partner (or vice-versa) and would seek to do this elsewhere. Years ago, there was a TV program called "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman" which was a satire on soap operas. Mary's husband had affairs with all the other women in town and was impotent only with her.
  • Juno Aspects Mars: Marriage and partnership will stir you to action. In fact, you may need a partner to be active at all. The partners you attract will tend to be active, assertive, and aggressive. Conversely, having a partner may bring out these traits in you. The stressful aspects (conjunction, square, and opposition) are indicators of arguments with partners. One of you may try to dominate the other.
  • Juno Aspects Jupiter: The partner will tend to be expansive optimistic, and "jovial" (jovial comes from Jove, Jupiter). Marriage and partnerships will also have an expansive effect on you. Yes, it can make you more optimistic. Watch out that it doesn't make you fat as well. At least this will be true for the harmonious aspects (conjunction, sextile and trine). The stressful aspects (square, and opposition) can attract an over-optimistic partner who is always expecting their "lucky break" to be right around the corner. There could also be a clash over religious or philosophical differences. The over-expansiveness could also apply to extra-marital affairs. If you have a stress aspect between Juno and Jupiter, either you or your partner might think that the "to have, hold, and love" part of the marriage vow means anyone whom you fancy at the moment.
  • Juno Aspects Saturn: The partners will tend to be older (in spirit if not in actual years). With the harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) partners are likely to be solid, practical, and dependable, but, unless there are other indicators, don't expect them to be the life of the party. Conversely, partnership could bring out the solid, practical, and dependable side of you.The stressful aspects (conjunction, square, and opposition) may cause marriage to be delayed, or even denied. If you have this one, try not to get married before your first Saturn Return (which occurs around the age of twenty nine). Stressful aspects between Juno and Saturn can have a similar effect to Saturn placed in the 7th house. An early marriage (before the Saturn Return) will slowly decay until there is no affection left and the marriage collapses. Juno/Saturn stress aspects can also indicate someone who makes a bad marriage for "practical" reasons, such as security. They will also be prone to stay in a bad marriage to protest their social image, or because "a half a loaf is better than none." As if there is anything "practical" about having a bad marriage! These people have to learn to cut their losses and make a fresh start.
  • Juno Aspects Uranus: If you have this combination in your horoscope (especially the stressful aspects, the conjunction, square, or opposition) I have a question for you. Let's say you walk into a room where there are twenty people, and nineteen of them are sane and normal, but the twentieth person either escaped from an insane asylum or just got off of a UFO, guess which one you would be most likely to marry? (Hint: it's not the first nineteen). Uranus always has to be Different. When Juno aspects Uranus, the partner or the partnership has to be different. With the harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) you don't get into as much trouble. The partner will tend to be independent, or very bright, or a bit odd. The partnership itself will likely be more "open" with each partner doing their own thing and going their own way. Uranus is fanatic about having enough of its own space. The stressful aspects can lead to several marriages. Elizabeth Taylor has Juno in Cancer square Uranus in Aries (Uranus is also in a close conjunction with Venus). Years ago, Julian Armistead gave a lecture on her chart. He had several of the press clippings that quoted her at the time of her marriages. Her first marriage to Nick Hilton: "I've never known it was possible to be this much in love. This is going to last forever." Her second marriage a couple of years later to Michael Wilding: "This time, it's the real thing. This is going to last forever." Her fifth marriage to - well who can keep track? "This time I mean it. It's the real thing." Juno in Cancer always wants it to last "forever" and Uranus always makes you think it's the "real thing." If you have a Juno/Uranus stress aspect, don't rush into marriage. And forget about having a partnership that is conventional. It would bore you to tears - and divorce. Make sure that you and your partner each has enough "space." It helps if one of you travels a lot (Uranus aspects are perfect for bi-costal marriages). Absence for this combination truly makes the heart grow fonder.
  • Juno Aspects Neptune: If you have a stressful aspect (conjunction, square, or opposition) between Juno and Neptune, please, PLEASE do not marry someone because you feel sorry for them or because you want to "save" them. Remember this magic number. If you do, you will never again have the problem of getting into a marriage for the wrong reasons. Please memorize it. It's 911. Dial that and have them taken away so they can be helped by a professional. Then, get into therapy yourself to cure your masochism. On the positive side especially with the harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) the partner will tend to be sensitive, empathetic, and imaginative. Marriage and partnership can also bring out these same traits in you. In all cases, there will be an inclination to over idealize the partner, to see what we want to see about them.
  • Juno Aspects Pluto: Partners will tend to be intense and secretive. Sex can be volcanic. Pluto is the planet of extremes, death, and transformation. Either your power or that of your partner will be affected by marriage. One of you is likely to be transformed in some way. The harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) can bring out a strength you never thought you had. The stressful aspects (conjunction, square, and opposition) will bring out strength too, in the form of dictatorial attitudes and power struggles. One of you will try to dominate the other. The feelings towards the partner can easily go from "I love you" to "I hate you" to "I'm obsessed with you." Even if the two of you break up, this will be the partner you never forget (for better or worse).
  • Juno Aspects the Ascendant: Juno in conjunction with the Ascendant makes us more attractive, like Venus. But while Venus uses charm, Juno attracts by giving us an air of innocence, like that of a young baby. This trait is also present with the other harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) but not quite as strong. The opposition is not a stressful aspect here. Remember that an opposition to the Ascendant is also a conjunction to the Descendant. The conjunction to the Ascendant makes a person more marriage oriented, especially if Juno is in the 1st house. If Juno is on the 12th house side of the Ascendant, however, then there will still be an increased desire to marry, but there will be increased restrictions of some sort (see Juno in the 12th house). With the square aspect of Juno to the Mid-Heaven, there would tend to be extra stress in marriage that requires constant adjustment and re-adjustment. At least it will not be dull.
  • Juno Aspects the Mid-Heaven: Aspects to the Mid-Heaven affect one's career and "public image." Juno-ruled careers include marriage councilor and people who work in organizations that try to prevent wife-battering and child abuse. Like Venus, Juno has an attraction for all occupations that involve beauty and adornment. This also includes anything involving the arts. When it comes to career, it doesn't matter if an aspect to the Mid-Heaven is harmonious or stressful. In fact, the stressful aspects can frequently bring greater success since they generate more power. Those with harmonious aspects may take it too easy and not push hard enough.
  • Arwen: Mine is the choice of Luthien.
  • Elrond: What?! So you're gonna escape from home, deal with a couple of insane princes, take Sauron's tower, rescue your boyfriend and then give up on your immortality to live a few decades with him in the middle of nowhere?!
  • Arwen: No daddy, I'm just gonna wait here until my boyfriend saves the world and becomes king then I'll go be his queen.
  • Elrond: ...
  • Elrond: Well, it's okay then. I guess.
WE DON'T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) PART 3

I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @awkard-fangirl88 FOR MAKING ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER AND WRITING THIS PART.

now guys I have absolutely no excuse as to why I’m so late with this chapter. I would like to apologize to everyone I kept waiting, I hope it will not happen again but I never know what will happen.

SCENARIO- The joker finally has his daughter but for how long.

Warnings- talk of mental abuse, physical abuse, language (of course)

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You grunted as you held on to the wound that covered your left side. You were limping as you saw the exit coming closer and closer. Closer to freedom. You could hear the sound of boots behind you and dogs barking but you just ignored it and kept limping towards your only chance of seeing the outside world again. A world you haven’t seen for 6 months.

You don’t believe it’s been 6 months since you were on the ladder of that helicopter with your joke of a father.

You remembered the look on your families faces as they discovered your nature, who your real blood was. Thank god that Harley Quinn wasn’t your real mother, because that would make things so much better. (Who knew you could fit so much sarcasm in one sentence)

You only ever saw her once in a while and it never ended well for her. She was a good woman, crazy, but a good woman.
Harley never deserved to be played by the joker, he twisted her mind worse than even his was. He was crazy because he ignored everything, she was crazy because she ignored everything except love and love can make you insane, that one true, no escaping from your own mind, insane.

Your time with your father had not been much better. From the beginning all he did was try to tear you down, so you could be made to his picture.

Flashback.

You felt the cold water hit your face as you lied on the cold medal slab in the back of your cell in nothing but sweatpants and a dirty white tank top.

Your “room” only had the necessities. A small barred window, a calendar, a toilet, a slab of metal called a bed, and a sink. Also the floor was filled with 3 inches of water.

“Wakes wakey sugar, time for another one of daddy’s quizzes.” You heard the joker say from the other side of the bars where he stood holding a now empty bucket.

“No.” You said throwing your forearm over your eyes.

You had been locked up in this hell hole for 4 months now and you were done. The joker made sure you had a calender in your room so you knew every single day that passed by the sun that shined through the tiny barred window you had and you were sick and tired of his games. Not in the way of you wanted to die, just you were done with playing to his whims.

“See I don’t remember, ASKING YOU!” He yelled as he flipped the switch causing hundreds of volts of electricity to shoot through the water of your cell, up to you where it felt like a lightning rod was being sown through your skin.

You screamed bloody murder as you arched your back off the metal slab and could feel your head wanting to explode.
Your heard the switch click off and the joy of your fathers laughter from the other side of your cell as you curled into a ball and held your head.

You weren’t what you used to be. They didn’t feed you the right food to keep you strong and you couldn’t work out from being so weak all the time, so your muscles slowly started to deteriorate. Your strength was apart of your combat style and was starting to leave you defenseless.

“Now be a good girl and get up.” He said as he opened the door to your cell.

You rolled off the slab and landed on your knees, on the water covered floor. You struggled to pick yourself back up off the floor, which used to be a easy task, now, not so much. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers as two guards came in and picked you up by your arms and dragged you out of the room behind your other 23 chromosomes donor.

It was the same as everyday since you’ve been here. You were sat in a all dark room with a projector with hundreds of pictures of the batfam. Damian and you taking out the riddler, Dick hanging out with Tim in full consume on top of Wayne enterprises, Bruce with the justice league and finally Jason.

He was out with the rest of the outlaws taking out a threat you had no idea about. You felt your muscles tense as you looked at him, with his guns pulled out and his mask on, he looked amazing. You could tell exactly what face he was making under that mask, you knew what he was thinking and it hurt.

Everyday it would be new more recent pictures and you noticed that all of the batfam looked more weary than usual, especially Jason. He was more brutal than normal and sloppy.

At the end of each “session” you would be asked one question.

“Who are they to you?”

Every single time you replied with your held high and said the words that kept you going through all of the misery.

“They’re my family.”

You would then be dragged back to your cell and do the same thing the next day, but on the last day of the 6th month of you being tortured, things were different.

When you were dragged back and thrown into your cell, you instantly passed out from hitting your head on the metal bed. Thank god you landed face up or you would have drowned from the water, you desperately hated.

When you woke up hours later, you noticed someone standing at the front of your cell with the door open. It was Harley Quinn who had tears streaked down her face.

“Sugar you gotta go, I’ve got about 5 minutes before they come for both of us and this is the only way I’m helping.” She said in a worried voice that still managed to sound perky as she outstretched a hand to help you up.

You looked at her red nail polish with a eye brow raised. You didn’t understand, was it a test put together by your father or was the infamous Harley Quinn being genuinely kind.

“Why?” You croaked out as she started to shake her hand in a fast motion signaling for you to grab it.

“I’m stuck in this life, I chose it for myself, you didn’t and you don’t deserve it.” She said in a harsh whispered voice as she kept leaning back and peaking down the hall.

You looked at her once more, then grabbed her hand hoisting yourself up. As soon as you were standing next to her, a slight prick sensation was in your right arm. You looked down to see Harley pushing a clear liquid from a needle into your arm. You felt the room go brighter and your senses grow sharper.

“What the fuck did you just give me.” You said as you rise to your full height and heard your back pop from not being properly stretched out in the past few months.

“That darlin, is what we call pure adrenaline, I say you have about 15 minutes before you start to feel like death.” She said with a small giggle and looked at a nonexistent watch on her wrist.

“Well toodles” she said, then skipped down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.

“Fucking crazy ass lady.” You said as you stepped out of your cell and turned down the familiar hall where you were then ambushed by a bunch of goons who managed to injure you with a dagger down the left side of your stomach, which led to where you are now.

Flashback over

You could feel the last bits of adrenaline wearing off, it burned through your system so fast it only lasted about ten minutes. You limped through the final door, managing to put all of your body weight on it and tune the handle and took in your surroundings.

You were on a cliff that over looked some unknown body of water, in the middle of the night, with the moon being the only source of major light. You looked behind you to see the bastard coming up the stairs wth his army behind him.

“Welp looks like I only have one option.” You muttered to yourself as you took a a running start and leaped off the cliff.

4 months later in midway city

You had absolutely no idea how you survived that jump. All you could remember was jumping off the cliff, then the next thing you know, you’re waking up on a beach in the middle of the day.

You sat there covered in sand for what felt like days but was only probably about 3 hours. You just needed a minute, as you tore off the ends of your sweatpants to make a makeshift bandage for your wound.

You couldn’t go back home, could you even call it that anymore, home? They would hate you, they would try to lock you away. You couldn’t be locked away again, you wouldn’t let them.

You got off that beach and walked for what felt like hours until you stopped in Midway city. You smelled like the ocean, not in a good way, you hadn’t taken a proper shower for months, you were starving and cold but that’s exactly where you made your final decision.

You would rebuild yourself here, start a new life, be a new person. Leave everyone and everything in your old life, sadly though it truly meant everyone. You’ve been here ever since.

Meanwhile in Gotham

“BATMAN, JOKER SPOTTING ON THE SOUTH STREET!” Tim shouted into the coms as he jumped from building to building.

“On it.” Almost every single person in the batfam said at once into the coms.

Jason and Dick were on their cycles at different points in the city on route to the site. Damian and Bruce drove in the batmobile while Barbara rode on top because she quote said “because I’m batgirl.”

They all arrived in a exact unison surrounding the Joker. After you were taken they all dedicated there time to keep there eyes on the look out for the joker and their spare time looking for you.

When you were first taken they searched everywhere, in uniform and out of uniform, night and day, but they couldn’t find you anywhere. There were no clues or leads so they were just running in blind. They had to slow down after 3 months when the villains of Gotham got worse, they thought the bat was done for.

Jason took your abduction the hardest, you were his rock, his anchor, his one true love and he felt like he didn’t even have the balls to tell you how he felt. He never would have cared you were that bastards daughter. You weren’t like him, you showed Jason that even people that came from demons, could turn into angels.

“Where is she, you freaking lunatic?” Jason growled through clenched teeth, as he pulled his guns on the joker who only stood in the middle of the circle of heroes, looking at the ground.

Jason fired a bullet that zipped by his ear as the rest of the family stood completely still letting Jason have his moment.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, where is she?” Jason questioned again with his modulated voice as he cocked the gun.

A low chuckle turned into a horrendous laugh as the joker raised his head and looked at Jason straight in the face.

“Oh that’s hilarious.” The joker said as he wiped tears out from under his eyes.

“What, what’s so funny?” Jason said as he lowered his guns and everyone could feel the glare he was giving the clown.

“Well here’s the situation little red riding hood, I don’t have her, she went bye bye.” He said as he did a wave and laughed some more.

“What did you do with her?” Bruce asked in his most menacing voice.

“Ohhhhh I didn’t do anything, last time I saw her she jumped off a cliff and you know the deal with those pesky heroes she probably lived but then again she could have died. I mean I would go for the latter, anyways in the end, who really cares?” He questioned in a fake voice with a large frown and a fake boohoo.

“JASON DON’T!” Dick yelled as he saw Jason put his finger on the trigger of his gun and aim at the jokers head.

“JASON IT’S NOT WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED, STOP IT!” Barbara yelled from where she and Damian both stood in rigid positions by the batmobile.

“Give me one good goddamn reason.” Jason said as he fixed a hard stare onto the clown prince of crime.

“Because she would have said no.” Bruce said as he put his famous glare on Jason.

Jason exhaled though his nose in frustration but reluctantly put his gun down and squeezed the handles of his bike instead.

After 30 minutes and the joker being placed back in Gotham all of the batfam returned to the manor to tell Alfred what happened and discuss what they have learned.

“If she’s alive, wouldn’t she have come home by now.” Alfred said looking around at the table, where they were all currently seated.

“No, not exactly.” Tim said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Bullshit.” Jason said as he rested his jaw on his knuckles with his elbow on the table.

“Think about it, she kept this a secret from us for the entire time because she probably thought we would have hated her, especially you Jason. Now that her secret is out she is scared that if she comes home we’ll just reject her.” Bruce said standing up, avoiding Jason’s glance at him and walking around the table.

They were both thinking of the night when batman lost his Robin. How Jason prayed for Bruce to make it on time, how Bruce mourned after Jason died. Jason forgave him for that night, he would never admit to it, but he did. All because of a girl who opened his eyes.

“She thinks we hate her because her father is the joker, even though she has done so many good things to help us and make Gotham a better place.“ Dick said leaning back in his chair as a look of pure sadness and confusion crossed over his face.

“We don’t choose our family, we make them, assemble them piece by piece, we just need to make her understand that.” Jason said as he stood up and walked over to the bat computer.

“Well how do you want to do that?” Damian asked with a bored expression, even though they could all see the worry in his eyes.

He would never in a million years admit it but he had a soft spot for you and the way you always helped him when he was in distress. It didn’t matter if it was emotional or physical, you always managed to crack away his facade and see the true kid he was. He knew what it felt like to come from a evil family background and he wished he could have been there for you, the way you were there for him, in his moments of need.

“We have to draw her out someway, get her to come to us, she knows how we operate so she would know how to stay hidden, we can’t just try and find her.” Bruce said as he stood next to Jason at the computer and gripped his hand on the back of the chair.

They looked at the picture of you they had on the screen, to keep their spirits high as to not forget you, not like they would anyways.

“Guys what if she’s not hiding though, what if she didn’t make it?” Barbara questioned everyone as she played with her fingers and looked down at the table with bags under her eyes from countless night of looking for you.

“Well with what I’m planning to do we will get an answer either way.” Bruce said as he sat down at the computer and started typing away.

“What are you gonna do?” Jason questioned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked absolutely exhausted and ready to punch someone, at the same exact time.

“I’m gonna make something happen so big she can’t resist but to come out of hiding and see us.” Bruce said in a dark tone with a frown as the rest of the kids just looked at each other and nodded with somber eyes.
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@Elysianno part 4 COMING SOON
Jerome's Adventure

Jerome Gif (x)

Part Two

Summery: When Arkham starts assigning patients to specif doctors Jerome isn’t happy to find he has to share his favorite doctor with Aaron Helzinger. Naturally Jerome has just the plan to fix his problem.

Jerome Valeska x Fem!Reader


“Jerome your doctors back.” Barb muttered as she sat down next to the boy who perked up as he spotted you chatting to a guard.

“She isn’t with the nasty doctor this time.” Someone whispered and Jerome grinned as he span to face everyone.

“She passed her tests last week, gave me a bar of chocolate because I behaved during her tests, because of me she got top marks and one of the other test subjects tried to eat his doctor.” Jerome burst into giggles and you glanced over at the noise.

When you crossed the room, and stopped to speak with Aaron, Jerome stopped laughing and watched the two of you carefully. You turned your back to Jerome and nodded as Aaron spoke to you.

“All right you lot out into the big room.” One of the guards yelled and banged on the metal fence as a door opened and people were herded into the room.

You pointed for Aaron to follow after Barb, smiling when Jerome skipped over and yelled boo, chuckling when you tried to hide the small laugh that escaped you.

“How was your weekend Jerome?” You asked and hoped he’d get distracted by your conversation long enough to be compliant and follow everyone else.

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Part 2

You kicked your shoes off as you plopped onto the couch. You laid your head back and tried to relax. You were so tired from the events earlier today.

You had just escaped an insane asylum with the help of Theo Galavan. Besides being knocked out with poisonous gas, you hadn’t been able to have a good nights sleep for weeks.

With your eyes closed, you heard someone walk in. The footsteps got closer until finally you felt someone plop on the couch beside you. You tried to ignore them.

“(Y/N), get up.”

It was Jerome. “I’m tired” you told him.

“Too bad, get up. I have something I want to show you.”

“Show me later” you whined.

“Just get up now” he badgered.

You just turned on your side, trying to get to sleep. But the sudden sound of a chainsaw turning on loudly. The sudden, loud sound frightened you, and you found yourself falling off the couch.

Jerome cackled with laughter as he watched you. You quickly stood up and stared at him with wide eyes. “Why would you do that?”

“I want to show you something on the roof” he shouted. The chainsaw still roared in his hands. “Come with me.”

You glared at him and say back down on the couch. “I’m tired, Jerome. Let me be.”

“You heard the lady, Jerome, leave her alone.”

You both looked up to see Galavan entering the room. “And please, turn off that chainsaw.”

Jerome dropped the machine to the floor distastefully. He grinned at Galavan. “I was just trying to get (Y/N) to come out and play. She’s been inside all day long.”

“Actually, I have some concerns I would like to speak to miss (Y/L/N) about if she wouldn’t mind.”

You automatically rose to your feet. Jerome frowned.

“Of course, Mr. Galavan. What do you need?”

He held his hand up with a smile. “Please, call me Theo.”

You nodded in agreement. He looked to Jerome. “If you wouldn’t mind. I’d like to have this discussion with (Y/N) in private.”

“Of course…” Jerome said irritably. He glanced at you once more before leaving the room.

“I hope this isn’t too out of the blue, but I was hoping I could talk to you about how you were admitted to Arkham Asylum in the first place.” He walked to his desk and pulled up a bottle of alcohol. He began to fill a glass.

You froze. “I, um, I had killed a shop clerk-”

“Wrong.”

You looked at Galavan nervously as he continued. “You weren’t admitted, were you? You put yourself in there. Why?”

“How did you know?”

He was now leaning against his desk with his glass of alcohol in hand. “Just answer the question.”

You hesitated. “…I was scared…”

Galavan frowned. “Of what? What could make you so scared that you would put yourself in an enclosed room with a bunch of ruthless criminals?”

“Arkham had the best security in the world. It was supposed to be secured from all out side intruders. I…” you paused. “There has been a man following me. I thought I’d be safer inside.”

“Who is this man?”

“I don’t know.”

“But Jim Gordon does?” Your eyes widened. “I know he took up your case. You thought you were being stalked and went to the GCPD. If I can recall what I’ve heard, he grew fond of you.”

“He helped me, but that was all” you tried to say.

“He suggested staying at Arkham.”

“He did.”

“If you called him again, asking for help, would he come? Right away?”

You were confused by the question, but answered. “Yes. I think he would.”

Galavan smiled. “That’s all I needed to hear.” He stepped forward. Putting a hand on my shoulder he said, “You’re going to be very useful to the Maniax, (Y/N), just you wait and see.”

A sudden bang came from the roof. You pulled away from him. “Can I go see what that was?”

“Yes, you’re welcome to leave. Just…don’t go far.”

You nodded. You quickly left the room. A feeling of dread settling over you as Galavan had brought up a past life you had just begun to forget. You reached the roof and saw Jerome. He was leaning over the edge wall, staring down, laughing.

“Jerome?” you asked. “What are you doing?”

Also on the room, you saw a hammer. It was just lying there, covered in blood. A giant blood trail led to where Jerome was.

“Come on, (Y/N). Come see what I did” he spoke with laughter in his voice.

Cautiously, you walked to where he was. You leaned over the railing and gasped loudly. You stumbled back. Someone had been tossed onto the ground from their high building. And they were on fire.

“Jerome! What have you done?”

“He was a violinist. You said you like classical music, so I kidnapped one I saw coming out of a theater.”

“Why did you kill him?” you demanded.

He turned to you with a deadly expression. He was still listing though, making him look terrifying.

“Maybe I got sick of waiting for you and ‘Theo’ to finish ‘talking’. If, ya know, that’s what you like calling it.”

You frowned. “What?”

“I must say, (Y/N), I never thought of you as the kind to swing for the oldies. But, hey, maybe Galavan convinced you somehow.” His voice was rough as he spoke.

“What? Me and Galavan? Jerome, what-”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you seem to bend to his every will. He’s got you whipped, that’s for sure.” He chuckled. “Maybe he took a page from Tabitha’s book with you.”

“Jerome, I don’t do what Galavan says because I like him-”

“What is it then?” he demanded. “Is he just that good in the sack that you can’t resist?”

“He saved us, Jerome. I’m grateful.”

“You sure show it” he barked, he started laughing hysterically. But you knew there was no humor there.

You reached out to touch him. But he jerked away.

“What were your talking about then?” he demanded.

“I-I can’t tell you” you said. If Jerome found out you hadn’t been admitted to Arkham, he wouldn’t think of you the same.

He scoffed. “Fine.” He started to leave the roof.

“Jerome, I-”

“Save your breath” he snapped at you. “I’m sure you’ll have more luck with Galavan than me.”

He then left the roof, leaving you alone on with the sounds of screams from below as the body was discovered.

I'm just waiting for the big great pop non Charli XCX album to come out (preferably from a relative unknown/rising star) to indulge in to escape from the daily hell that is the political sphere. It's insane how much CNN sends updates and not one of them is ever telling me he has died, killed himself or resigned. I want something big, I want something bright and pop and I want something to take me away. It's 10 years since Blackout. Give me Blackout 2017!!!!

tealtintedglasses-deactivated20  asked:

In your Shiizakana recap you touched on Hannibal's "warped finishing school for the damned". In a post S3 world, do you still feel like Hannibal would be compelled to turn out any would-be murderers and watch them go? What would be Will's reaction? Would he be jealous? Annoyed? I guess I've always had a hard time understanding Hannibal's intent, are these just amusements for him to sate his curiosity or on some level does he care about these people?

Compelled is one thing, would he be able to is another! I mean, we know Hannibal must like doing this, because he does it constantly throughout the show, with Randall Tier as at least one pre-series example. As a noted murder cat, he’s curious, and Fledgling Killer Grooming certainly feeds something in his weird dark soul (perhaps Hannibal’s version of collecting strays?). Though whether he “cares” about them in the traditional sense is pretty dubious. Arguable the only person Hannibal truly cares about from 1x01 on is Will, and frankly that’s far from any comfortable definition of the word as well. But regardless, while Hannibal has a definite interest in pushing people toward their ~gruesome glory~, we also know that he can press the mute button on his urges if his security & freedom require it, as seen in the long periods of time that pass without Ripper kills. Whether it’s murder art or his murder protégées, being freshly escapered from a hospital for the criminally insane would be a time to lie low, one would think.

And of course, there’s another mitigating factor: Will Graham. Hannibal once gave up his favorite hobby not for his own continued freedom, but ALONGSIDE IT, all for the sake of his precious biscuit who hates him. There is not a lot Hannibal wouldn’t do to keep Will’s attention! Buuuuttt on the other hand…. there’s not a lot Hannibal wouldn’t do to keep Will’s attention. And bringing other people in for them to play off of/at each other is another thing Hanners has found very rewarding indeed. In fact, the most recent student of Dr. Lecter’s Finishing School For the Damned was Francis Dolarhyde, and in one of the interviews on the S3 DVDs, Mads Mikkelsen #confirmed my feeling that Hannibal was primarily treating (and treating) Dolarhyde as just a means to a Will. Given how VERY gratifying the results of that were, I imagine this would be the arrangement Hannibal would want to keep pursuing, if given the chance.

And if Will doesn’t manage to convince him to [grits teeth] stop it, given how terribly distressed this always makes him. Up to and including the part where he ends up doing just what Hannibal hoped for all along: proving he does love him. Uugh. Roll me into the sea about it, literally.

Hate (Part three)

Mark X Reader 

 Angst 

Words: 657 (this ones really short but the next one will be longer, I promise!) Summary: The one guy you hate the most is moving in. 

 Part One - Part Two 

 ~

 The sun was shining through you’re blinds, the cold morning air making you roll into a ball. Your eyes slowly opened and you picked your phone up to check the time. 

 11:46 am 

 A groan left your mouth as you sat up. Your head was pounding and you wanted to just lay back down, but you knew that you should probably take some aspirin. 

 The walk to the kitchen seemed to take forever. You refused to open your eyes all the way, not really wanting to be awake. You opened the medicine cabinet and took a couple pills out of the bottle. When you turned around to grab a water bottle, Mark was a couple feet away from you. 

 "Did you have fun last night?“ He asked.

 "Uh, yeah.” You popped the pills into your mouth, followed by a sip of water. Mark nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

 "Do you… remember anything about last night?“ He mumbled.

 You paused before answering.

 "Not really. I remember a lot about the party. But not much from the drive home or after. Why?”

 Marks face seemed to fall as he shook his head. “Never mind.” He walked away, leaving you in a state of confusion.

                                                     ____

 A couple hours later, Mark came into your room and told you that he was having a few friends over. You didn’t think much of it, until your whole house was filled with people you didn’t know. You ran over to Mark, who was leaning against a wall, talking to a group of people. 

 "You said a few friends,“ you hissed.

 "This is a few.”

 "No. A few is five at the most. Not the whole school, Mark.“

 "What do you want me to do? I live here too now. If I want to have friends over, I can.” You clenched your teeth together and went upstairs, planning to spend the rest of your evening with headphones on to block out the loud pop music. 

                                                    ____

 It was around 9 and you hadn’t eaten anything all day. No matter how much you hated the fact that Mark threw a party tonight, you knew that there would be tons of food downstairs. 

 You crept your way into the kitchen, towards the table with piles of food on it. You made a plate as quickly as possible before walking back to the stairs. But before you could make it, you saw something that made you freeze in your place. 

 Mark was currently sitting on the couch, a girl in his lap. Their lips were attached and his hands were very low on her hips. 

 You don’t really know why, but it felt like your heart stopped beating. It felt like someone tore it out of your chest, threw it on the floor, and stomped on it.

 The plate that you were holding dropped to the floor, causing Mark to look up from his make out session. When he saw you, he immediately pushed the girl off of him. He stood up, calling your name, but you were already running up the stairs. 

 By the time he caught up to you, you were in your room, the door locked. 

 "Y/n, please,“ he shouted over the music. He was banging on your door and screaming but you couldn’t bring yourself to let him in.

 Mark wasn’t your boyfriend. You weren’t even friends. You had no right to be upset about who he chose to make out with. But it still hurt like hell. 

 The banging stopped but the screaming didn’t. You realized that he was no longer yelling at you, but at his friends. He was screaming at them to get out. He sounded crazy, like someone who had just escaped from an insane asylum. 

The music stopped, the talking stopped, the laughter stopped. Everything stopped until it was so quiet, it made you uneasy. 

 And then you heard a light knock on your door.

 ~ 

 Tell me what you think! I don’t know if I like it or not.

Confession

*Requested: Y/N was so focused on solving the Maze that she never realized Newt had feelings for her. When they escape and find out he is a non immune, things fall apart and Newt confesses when it’s too late.*

“I know we can do it, you know? It’s like I can see the exit right in front of me but there’s something we’re not catching onto.” you said passionately to Newt who had followed you into the Map Room late one night. He listened to your rant intently, taking in every facial movement you made and hanging on to every word. That’s what you really appreciated about Newt; he always listened to you and gave you his undivided attention.

—-

“Newt…” Rat Man said and you sat there frozen. There was no way that Newt, out of all the Gladers, was non-immune. You wouldn’t accept it. You felt your legs become weak and you couldn’t face Newt. You couldn’t look at his face. You knew that if you did, you would lose yourself and become hysterical. Newt was the closest thing you ever had to anything wonderful and worth it. 

—-

“Newt!” you yelled when you saw him, standing there amongst a crowd of Cranks. Thomas ran over to Newt and you were right on his tail. You were faster, actually. Newt had always been your inspiration to solve the Maze, get out of the Scorch, and get to Paradise. You had never told him, and you knew that even if you told him now, he wouldn’t comprehend it. He was so close to the Gone you could see it in everything he did.

“Get away from me!” he screamed and pushed Thomas away. His eyes met yours and you knew that the Newt you had gotten so close to was gone. You thought maybe if you told him the truth he would listen for a second.

“Newt. You’ve always been the reason I tried so hard to make things right. Now I really want to make this right with you. Please come with us, Newt, we need you. I need you.” you said and you could see that something in his eyes changed and there he was, the old Newt. You felt nostalgia run through your body and you tried to smile but couldn’t. The old Newt and the new Newt were so different. But you could see it in his sad brown eyes. You could see he was fighting so hard to get away from the Flare. To escape from insanity. But you knew he couldn’t do it. And he never will. Unless you successfully got the cure.

“Newt..” your voice trailed away because you couldn’t say anything else. Then he turned to Thomas.

“Kill me.” Newt said and you whipped your head towards Thomas.

“No.” Thomas said and Newt grew angry.

“Didn’t you read the note?! If you were ever my friend, then kill me Thomas!” he said and you tried to go over to him.

He looked at you again, the old Newt still there. That’s what hurt. The old Newt, your closest companion, was asking to be killed.

“I love you, Y/N, I always have and I always will. Watching you solve the Maze, struggle but survive the Scorch, it meant everything to me. It made me want to survive this thing. But I can’t. I can’t let you watch me go crazy. Remember me for all the good fun we had, all the klunk we went through, all the love I wanted to give you.” he said and you looked at him, tears in your eyes and no words in your throat. You had always been so focused on escaping and surviving that you hadn’t known Newt had loved you the whole time. It was frustrating; you wasted time that could’ve been spent with the most important person in the world to you. 

He turned to Thomas again, the same look in his eyes, and said “Please, Tommy, please.” before glancing at you one more time. Thomas brought the gun up to Newt’s forehead and you turned around just before hearing the gunshot. 

Bonnie and Clyde

Dean Scenario

A/N; I finally came out of the doctors office!! I wanted to cry it took forever!! 

Originally posted by iglooandpalmtree


       It’s been five years since I’ve seen him. I’m still head-over-heels in love with him; I’ve been ‘dating’ Will for two years. I was using Will to get over Dean at first. Every time I did anything with Will, I could only think of Dean, even during our most intimate moments. Will knew how much I loved Dean, he denied it in every way he could. He would convince himself that I was over Dean, but his hopes would crash around him when I cried myself to sleep. I couldn’t forget him, even if I had tried. I met Dean in the New York public library; I was trying to reach for a book on the top shelf. Me being stubborn, as always, I refused to ask for help. He came behind me and grabbed the book to handed it to me; we went to eat pizza afterward. It was such a magical experience; it was like I met my other half. As cheesy as it sounds. I couldn’t get enough of him, even when he got too aggressive. I loved all of it. But that’s the reason Will took me away to ‘save’ me. I didn’t want to be saved, the bruises Dean gave me was something I loved. Maybe I am sick in the head, like Will said, to think this way. But damn, there was a way in which he grabbed me, so aggressively and pushed me against the wall that gave me an adrenaline rush. I always had a tough exterior for a girl, but with Dean, I was always like putty in his hands. I felt the passion through the pain he inflicted on me. He wouldn’t physically abuse me; I liked it and most of the time I asked for it. I wanted to feel the pain, and he wouldn’t hesitate to give it to me. That was the thing that kept our love alive and overall ended it. Will, on the other hand, would handle me like I was a delicate rose. Will and I go way back; we are childhood friends. We met in elementary school during first grade. Everyone wanted us to get married; it was our parents’ dream. When Will found the bruises on my wrists and ankles, he started questioning my relationship with Dean. He kept saying it was unhealthy, and he tried to convince me to leave Dean, but I wouldn’t budge. That’s when he took me, practically kidnapping me. He took me back to his home in the hills far from the city. I tried to fight him, but that just made him angrier, he gave me a sedative so I would stop fighting him. He was so passive aggressive it was maddening, and I would scream my lungs out hoping for someone to hear me, but you know how that goes. He tried to reason with me, and the more I fought him, the angrier he became, he would go days without feeding me I was slowly deteriorating. After the first month of being locked up in this house, I knew he wouldn’t let me go unless I listened to his commands. He wanted me to become his; he wanted me never to try to speak to or of Dean, wanted me to give myself to him, wanted us to become one. If I didn’t do as he pleased, I would’ve been stuck in that room until I killed myself. Trapped is exactly how I’ve felt these past two years. His bodyguards never let me out of their sight never the less leave the house without Will, he had my phone calls monitored; I couldn’t do a darn thing without Will’s consent. Tonight Will had told his bodyguards to take the night off. I was confused but, I couldn’t let this day go to waste again, he’s been slowly lowering his guard down. I guess you could call me the actress of the year; he had thought I had fallen for him. What a fool.

   “I’m going out for a walk,” I said pulling myself out of the California kind size bed Will be laying in. Quickly putting on my clothes that were laying on the floors where he had thrown them.

   “Will?” I looked over at him. He was out like a light, of course, he was even after doing the most intimate thing a ‘couple’ could do. He just fell asleep! I scoffed while I made way towards the living room area to grab the keys to the car. I took the opportunity to leave as fast as I could, I ran as fast towards the parked car. I finally sat inside the car; tears rolled down my face

   “I can’t live like this anymore!” I screamed while wiping my tears away and floored it. I headed for the club, his club. I knew Will wouldn’t let this go; he would lock me back into that room. It was too late to look back now. I knew Dean had been trying to contact me. He even hired a private investigator to look for me. Will knew better, and his team was far more advance for a private investigator to handle. I walked into the club after I paid the fee. I sat at the bar in my usual seat, surprised that it was even there. Everything looked different the club was all white, it looked far more elegant from when it first opened, chandeliers were hanging down from the ceilings in the V.I.P lounge. The dance floor had lights beaming out of it, and the club smelled of sex driven animals fueled with alcohol. The bartender finally glanced at me and ordered my signature drink, a rusty nail. As I awaited my glass, I lit up a cigarette, a couple of boys started cat calling me, having little to no tolerance for annoying crap like this; I start to put my cigarette out about to get ready to tell them off. When suddenly two very built security guards grabbed them by their shoulders and threw them out of the club.

   “Kitten?”

   I froze when I heard Dean’s deep voice utter the former nickname he had for me. Dean didn’t hesitate to take the seat beside me at the bar. I moved my eyes to my hands that were laying on the bar counters playing with my now out cigarette.

   “Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He said sounding relieved as he brushed his fingers through his hair.

   I couldn’t answer him as I felt my vision start to blur with tears when I finally decided to look up at him. I realized he hasn’t changed not one bit; he looked tired and worn out, but he still had his gorgeous black silky hair paired with his pale skin. I jumped into his embrace not being able to hold back my emotions any longer. I cried into his shoulder. He started rubbing his big hands all over my back to soothe me.

   “Will took me that night; he told me he was ‘saving’ me. I-I tried to fight him, but he wouldn’t let me go. He sedated me I don’t remember anything after that; I just woke up in a room chained up to the bed frame.” I explained to him as best as I could through my sobs.

   Dean stood up frantically grabbing my hand and leading me towards the exit. I knew I missed his warmth, but once our fingers were intertwined, I felt like I was whole again. The cold that I always felt every hour of the day was now a long lost memory as his warmth seeped into me through my palms. I couldn’t believe I was here with Dean hand in hand; feeling like I was having one of my very vivid dreams but no this was real. I finally snapped out of my thoughts when we finally reached his car in the parking lot. He still had the same car, Jaguar F-type, the car I persuaded him into buying. The car I customized for his birthday, and it still looked the same, I could tell he took good care of this car by the glaze on the paint that gleamed along with the lights that poured out of the club. We got into the car, and he started it, the engine revving sent chills down my spine as I remembered when we would go for a drive, with the top down late at night; he would speed insanely, trying to escape from the reality of our lives like usual. As I sat in the cushioned leather seats and I glanced up at the diamond encrusted roof of the car I had specially made for him, so he could gaze up at it knowing I would always be there for him. He pressed on the gas which sent both of us flying through the streets the wind blowing through our hair tantalizing us.

   “Where are we going?” I finally decided to ask

   “We’re going to teach this Motherfucker a lesson; he shouldn’t be sticking his nose into other people’s business! Let alone mine.” He said as the vein popped out of his neck out of frustration. Making it irresistible for me not to mount him then and there.

   “No, no Dean please let’s just forget him. I want to get out of here.” I pleaded, I didn’t want to see that house again or be anywhere near it.

   “It’ll be quick I just have to set some things straight kitten.”

   Dean was known as an infamous business person, known to play dirty, you could never disobey him and be let off easy. Dean loved getting revenge. He was the coldest person I have ever met with the warmest heart.

   “I won’t let him lay a finger on you; I promise,” He said as grabbed my hand that was on my lap to assure me that everything would be okay.

   It wasn’t too long until we rolled into his driveway. He stood outside wearing his Zebra print pajamas that I loathed. Dean quickly got out of the car walking swiftly towards Will, I opened the door and held by it not wanting to get any closer.

   “What the HELL is this!!” Will yelled with wide eyes.

   “Shut the fuck up, I’m going to be the one doing the talking here,” Dean exclaimed as he finally stood in front of Will.

   “How could you do this? I thought we had something special!” Will glanced at me as I looked over at Dean. Dean had frozen in place when he heard those words fall out of Will’s mouth. Dean slowly turned around to look at me.

   “Did he lay a hand on you?” He asked me with a slight urgency; I took some steps towards Dean.

   “Well, of course, she loves me,” Will said with a cocky hint to his voice. Dean quickly pointed his finger at Will warning him to keep his mouth shut.

   “Shut up I wasn’t asking you.” He said to Will then turning his gaze to me “Did. He. Fucking. Touch. You.” Dean asked me as he took in each breath.

   “I-I had-“ I stuttered, eyes filling up with tears, scared that I would break his heart if I confirmed it.

   “That answers that question.” Swiftly Dean reaches towards the back of his slacks and pulls out his customized Walther PPK/S; it was alway his favorite gun he had his initials engraved on the silver gun, pointing it directly at Will’s face. Dean didn’t hesitate and took the shot, Will’s blood had splattered all over the grass and hydrangeas, The gravel had gathered a pool of blood where Will’s body had fallen. Deans white button-up shirt, black slacks, and face were soaking in Will’s blood I quickly ran towards Dean and jumped onto him, he wrapped his arms around me. I grabbed the back of his head, placing my lips hungrily on his. The rush I had just felt flipped my hormones over, I tasted Will’s blood, turning me on, even more, Deans’ teeth grazed my bottom lip I started unbuttoning his white shirt. Until Deans’ hands had stopped me, I whined in protest.

   “Not now kitten, we have to go before the bodyguards come.” He uttered trying to catch his breathe

   “We can always put on a show for them right?” I nibbled on his earlobe. He started carrying me towards the parked car. I got off of him mounting myself onto the car; he jumped in right when we saw three black SUV’s roll up. He floors it escaping the eyes of the bodyguards. The sun started rising; he casually rolled down the roof of the car; he grabbed my hand giving it a tight squeeze. The wind had a cool touch on our skin as we drove off, I knew this is where I belonged here with him by my side I felt invisible. In an ocean mixed with danger and safety, I chose to through danger, because this isn’t some linear equation it’s life. I was the Bonnie to his Clyde.

+Cyn+

Perfect wife, 18

I’m sure Jae Bok is going for an angel concept, but if I had just escaped from an off-the-books insane asylum, I probably would have stayed away from strappy white dresses for my big anniversary dinner. She looks like she’s in a straitjacket. (Also, maybe she should have considered rescuing the other inmates at the illegal asylum?)

On top of the bouncer castle.

This is seriously the most fluffy thing I wrote in my entire life and I love it. As I wrote this, I wanted to do all the stuff myself, because seriously, if you don´t want to do that, then I don´t know.

Imagine breaking into an indoor playground at night with Dean.


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: bouncer castles, lots (and I mean lots) of fluff, 

Length: 1461 Words

Originally posted by dreamweightjensenacklesontopofme

Enjoy!

You were sitting in the motel room, flipping trough some magazine that lied on the table besides the chair you were sitting in, showing local activities tourists could do around here.
Dean was lying on the bed, drinking a beer and just staring at the ceiling. The two of you had taken down a vamp nest this afternoon, leaving Sam back at the bunker to do research on the darkness and now you were both fairly tired but you were also a little bored.
It was quiet for some time now and you had almost closed the magazine to call it a day and go to sleep, when one specific article caught your eye:
“Hey, look at this!”, you said loudly and you saw Dean jump: “Jesus, do you have to give me a heart attack? What is it?”
Not caring about his grumpy tone, you made your way over to the bed and shoving the magazine into his face and pointing repeatedly on an add that showed some kind of indoor playground with bounce houses, trampolines and pools with balls in it:
“I used to love those as a kid. My mom took me and my sister there on rainy Saturdays sometimes. This is the most awesome thing in the whole world, seriously!”
Your voice was vibrating with excitement at the childhood memories that flooded your brain, while Dean just raised an eyebrow: “Are you serious?”
You frowned but still smiled: “What? Didn´t you love those things?”
He shrugged: “Well, it´s not as if I ever been there or anything, so…”
“Are you serious?”, you interrupted him immediately and jumped off the bed, clutching the magazine to your chest, “You´ve never been to an indoor playground? But that´s number one on every kid´s to do list.”
He smiled a little, probably amused by your exhilaration: “It´s fine (Y/N), I don´t think I carried away permanent damage. At least not from that.”
The fact that he actually never really had a childhood hit you and you felt a little sad, but only for a small second.
Then you hurried across the room, sat down on the ground and started putting on your shoes.
“What are you doing?”, you heard him ask from behind you and then heard the bed squeak when he got up.
Quickly you tied the laces of your boots and then jumped up again to face your best friend: “We´re going to that playground. Right now.”
He tilted his head and opened his mouth, then closed it again, then stared at you: “We´re… What?”
You grabbed his jacket from the chair it had been laying on and tossed it to him: “We´re going to make up for everything you missed when you were busy shooting things as a child.”
Absently he caught the jacket but still didn´t move:
“You´ve gone insane.”
A small laughter escaped from your throat: “Dean, don´t you think we´re past insane for a long time now?”
He still didn´t seem convinced: “(Y/N), we´re both over 30.”
With two quick steps you stood right in front of him, grinning up to him: “I know. And I don´t care. Tonight we´re going to have some fun, Dean Winchester.”
When a smile crept onto his face, you knew you got him and he put on his jacket before pulling out the car keys: “I´ll drive.”


Twenty minutes later, you were both standing outside a huge building that looked like some kind of warehouse from the outside but the sign that said “Play jungle”, told you you were right.
You looked at Dean who was standing to your right and he grinned: “You really want me to break into a playground?”
You raised your eyebrows and grinned a wicked grin: “Damn straight I want you to do that.”
He chuckled and pulled out his lock pick, getting the door open in no time.
Feeling young and adventurous, you giggled when he held open the glass door and made a silly gesture to show you that you should go in.
When you both were in the building, he silently closed the door behind you and turned on the flashlight he had brought from the car:
“Okay, let´s see where the power of this thing is”, he whispered, even thought there was certainly no one here at two in the morning.
You nodded and he went down the hallway, following a sign saying “Maintenance”, while you waited bobbing up and down on your toes, thinking about all the times you had been to one of those places with your family.
Of course they were dead for almost thirteen years now and you were mostly over it, but it still made you sad to think about the happy times you had with them.
But before your good mood could get absorbed by the sad thoughts, you heard Dean shout: “Lady´s and Gentleman, get ready for the show”, and one second later, all the lights went on, showing just how huge this place was.
The bounce houses started to build up and the music from the boxes that were installed all over the place started playing.
There were bounce castles that were at least 14 feet high and had huge slides going down from it and there were ball pits that could might as well have been lakes.
You stared at all of this in such awe, that you didn´t hear Dean approach and only noticed him when he laid his hand on your shoulder:
“Okay, just that look on your face was worth going here.”
You smiled up at him, feeling a warm feeling at his nice words spread trough your whole body: “Thanks Dean”, you said.
You both looked at each other for a few minutes before you grinned and shouted: “Last one on top of that bounce house loses.”
Then you took off and with his shout: “I´ll get you (Y/L/N)”, the greatest night of your entire life began.
You and Dean rolled down gigantic slides, threw plastic balls at each other, climbed trough a jungle of ropes and plastic foam pieces, jumped on huge trampolines until you were both out of breath and finally watched the sky turn from black to blueish trough a skylight from the top of the tallest bounce castle at five o´clock.
You felt completely exhausted, but in a good way. The two of you were lying on your backs, the underground feeling awfully comfortable and all in all, it was just the perfect moment.
Suddenly, Dean turned his head to look at you with a smile on his face: “You were right. This was the most awesome thing I did in my entire life.”
You smiled back: “Told you.”
There was silence again, just the sound of the two of you breathing.
“Thanks Dean”, you said for the second time this night and he frowned lightly: “For what?”
“For everything. For coming here with me tonight, for taking me in when I had no one. For taking care of me when I didn´t even took care of myself. For just being the most awesome guy I´ve ever known.”
His green eyes looked more intense than ever: “You don´t have to thank me for that. It goes without saying.”
You shook your head: “No it doesn´t.”
He propped himself up on his elbow: “It does if you love someone.”
Your eyes grew wide and now it was your turn to open your mouth and close it again without saying anything.
But that was okay, because you didn´t need words for what you wanted to say. You just kissed him, kissed him on top of that bounce house, under the rising sun and it was perfect.
You rolled on top of him and he stroked over your back, making you feel absolutely amazing.
It felt like forever had just went by, when you finally lifted your head again and looked into his eyes, seeing the same emotions you felt in there.
He smiled: “As enjoyable as this is and no matter how bad I want continue this, I think we´ll have to leave or we will get caught.”
You knew he was right and sighed: “Seems like it. Just promise that this”, you gestured between the two of you as good as you could, lying on top of him like you did, “is going to last, even if we walk out those doors.”
He kissed your forehead: “I promise.”
You then got up from him and stretched out your hand: “Ready to slide into the sunset with me together?”, you joked and he took your hand: “As ready as I will ever be.”
Then you both jumped and you knew what waited at you down there was going to be the most amazing thing ever.

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Margot Robbie is having a moment so watch the hilarious Rachel Dratch try to escape it in this insane new obstacle course from Billy on the Street! Watch Tuesday at 10:30/9:30c on truTV!

Ed Edd N Eddy: The (Dark) Meaning Behind The Show

The cul-de-sac that all the children live in is really purgatory, meaning all the children are dead.

Rolf: he was the farmer’s son, lived in the early 1900’s, was trampled to death by a bull

Jonny: he was a lonely child, his only friend was a wooden board named Plank, lived in the 1920’s, died from an outbreak of tuberculosis

Eddy: he was a swindler, lived in the Great Depression, died by drowning in a lake while trying to escape from a group of kids he gypped

Sarah & Ed: siblings that grew up during WWII, their father had died in the war while the mother struggled at work, died in a car wreck on their way to visit their grandparents

Nazz: she was a hippie/flower child, lived in the late 60’s, a serial killer had escaped from an insane asylum and broke into her house and raped and killed her and her family

Edd: he was a son of two professors, lived in the 80’s, died in an explosion from an experiment gone wrong

Kevin: he came from a broken home, lived in the 90’s, beaten to death by his father in a drunken rage

Jimmy: he was diagnosed with leukemia, lived in the early 2000’s, died after a long battle with leukemia

The Kanker Sisters: children of demons, sent from hell to torture the children, became strangely attracted to the Ed’s

Manga Kaneki is a (somewhat unhinged) Cutie Appreciation Post

Alright, so seeing how anime white haired Kaneki only seems capable of one expression of blank emo stare devoid of a personality, I wanted to make this appreciation post of the sadistic cutie that manga Kaneki is.

Literally just escaped from being tortured to insanity? Still able to smile like an angel.

(Even though the smile is a lie)

And he’s very capable of putting on very convincing fake smiles to mask his true nature. When asked if he murdered dozens of ghouls (that he totally actually did):

Wouldn’t you trust that smile if you didn’t know better?

Though there are plenty of genuinely cute moments, especially where Hinami is involved. He’s always a total angel with her, and looks after her almost like like a parent:

Pictured Above: Kaneki Ken, Ghoul Gang Boss, Pro Hairdresser

He’s also (somewhat distubingly) good at switching in an instant between sweet and… not so sweet. For example while training Banjou, he effortlessly goes from Yamori-style trainer from hell (and ends up throwing him off a building):

To (when rescuing him bridal style from falling from said roof) this gentle - albeit somewhat smug - smile:

In the midst of a dangerous raid, immediately after kicking ass?

“Why is this guy so happy” indeed, Irimi. And then the next time we see him, just few pages later, he makes a CCG mook literally piss his pants in fear just by landing in front of him.

And seriously look at this kawaii-as-fuck smile, even when confronting an enemy in a fight to the death.

Especially for the fact it’s directly preceded by this page:

And that’s just a few choice examples  (seriously, when taking screenshots for this post, I kept coming across great manga moments I’d forgotten about and had to restrain myself from just posting the whole manga). Conclusion: Pierrot, how the hell did you manage to mischaracterise Kaneki to the degree of cutting out both his sweet side and his sadistic side and everything else that makes him so interesting and likeable? 

Oh well, let’s just appreciate the treasure that is manga Kaneki Ken.

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Shutter Island 2009
Director: Martin Scorsese A U.S Marshal investigates the disappearance of a murderess who escaped from a hospital for the criminally insane. Shutter Island is a 2010 American psychological thriller film directed by Martin Scorsese. The film is based on Dennis Lehane’s 2003 novel of the same name.

Imagine 44

Character- Alby
Word Count- 807
Clean
Credit- Nyema
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You are awoken in what appears to be a dark room. You’re freaking out. You are panting. Where the hell are you? The ground starts to shake and suddenly you’re being jerked up. So it’s not a room it’s an elevator. You start to crab walk and you back into what appears to be boxes.

It feels like you’re on a really fast, and very scary rollercoaster, and you are one hundred percent hating every second and every minute on the ride. You want out and you want it now. You can’t tell how long you have been on this. Seconds? Minutes? Perhaps hours? You start to curl up into the fetal position in the far corner. At this point you cannot hold it in, so you start to cry. 

The elevator comes to a jerky stop and it makes you feel relived. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in. The door to the elevator opens and it’s bright. You cover your eyes with your hand, too scared to get up. Soon a tall, dark, handsome boy jumps in the box. He extends a hand for me and I take it. 

“What? Where am I?“ You ask him, your voice cracking on the last part. 

“Well… I call it the glade.” This mysterious boy replies. 

“What is your name? And why can’t I remember anything but my name, Y/N?“ You asked again. Your voice was growing stronger as you talked. You were getting more comfortable with this boy. You knew right away without knowing him that you were going to be good friends. 

“Name’s Alby. And I don’t know greenie. I had been in this shuck place for about a month now by myself, terrified. You don’t know how relived I am to not be alone anymore.” He replies. 

Alby, it sounds nice. He takes you to what he calls the Homestead. In there you sit down in the dining room. He leaves the room but comes back after a few moments. He was holding two cups of water. He sat down across from you and handed you a cup.

“Alby, when we were walking towards here… I… I saw what looked like a maze.“ You told him. 

He looks down at his cup. He was showing the powerful emotion of fear. “Y/N, please don’t go in there. It’s dark and cold. There are these… these… creatures, and their mission is to kill you. Their job is to try to stop us from escaping. I can’t let you die. I was going insane here all by myself.” He replies. You start to involuntary shake. The more he was telling about this place the more terrified you became. Who would do this to you?

Later that night Alby made a fire. You sat together watching it and talking. You’re extremely thankful that you weren’t here first. The stories he was telling about when he first got here, it would be in every child’s nightmares. 

Two Years Later

“Y/N, come quick! Alby got stung!” Newt screams at you.

You drop all the fruit you gathered for tonights dinner and make a run for the Homestead. You never ran as fast as you did in your entire life. Once you’re in the Homestead you take the stairs two at a time, nearly falling doing so. You run down the hall and open the door. You see Alby on the bed. He is sweating and crying out in pain.

You go over to his bed and hold his hand. It’s very clammy but you don’t care. You stayed at his bed day and night till he woke up. When he did he became distant and cold for weeks. You just about had enough of it. You track him down working in the gardens.

”Alby, you slinthead! Why have you been avoiding me lately? I’m your best friend.“ You practically scream at him. He looks down. He sure as hell knows he is guilty. The other gladers stop what they were doing and stared at us. 

“If you woke up to the things I saw,” he starts,“the world outside turned to shit Y/N. I don’t want to go back. I’m scared.“

“Alby, we are all scared, but being scared is okay. It is a powerful human emotion. You don’t have to be strong 24/7. And you know what we do to fear? We face it. I’ll be there every step of the way. I’ll be fighting right beside you, chasing away your demon. And you want to know why I’d do that? It’s because you’re my best friend. And you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not slinthead.” You tell him. 

Alby didn’t say a word. Instead in that moment he gave you a hug, and you knew that you would be alright for now.