she should have done something about that


Navy has the ship. She’s back in space. She’s going to collect the Rubies, something the Crystal Gems should have done A LONG TIME AGO, and they’re going to return to homeworld to tell the diamonds about the crystal gems.

And Lapis let Navy get away. Literally just because “she was right”.

What’s worse is that Eyeball KNOWS Steven has Rose’s gem. That’s not a detail she’s going to leave out when they meet the Diamonds again.


My daughter could tell you the exact hour you will die.

Nearly all parents say their child is special, so “special” has been cheapened. But our daughter Ivy was special in the most profound sense of the word.

My wife and I always knew Ivy was bright since she began speaking at 3. She’s would have been 8 now…that means it was 3 years ago since she first turned to my wife and said “mommy, you’re gonna live for a really long time. Parts are you are gonna be like a robot, but you will say that you are still you. Daddy…you only have 18 more years to live. Mommy says you should have done something about the lump on your back.”

My wife and I grilled my daughter endlessly to clarify what she said and Ivy held firm: if she is allowed to see someone in person, she can see the exact hour you are going to die. We decided to test it.

My wife was a cardiologist at Saint Leopolds, so she had some pull to bring Ivy into some of the resident rooms. Ivy had an amazing bedside manner and made the last days for some of these people more bearable. After the meetings, Ivy wrote down every death date for the 42 patients; she was 100% accurate with the dates, which ranged from 3 hours to 19 days. Ivy even claimed that one of the women who was given a month left to live actually had 3 more; 2 days later, that patient was released and recovered. She eventually traveled the world and played in a band, her top two bucket list items. She died last week, on the exact hour Ivy said she would.

My wife and I took our daughter to the James Randi Educational Foundation to prove Ivy’s psychic abilities and claim their long outstanding prize of a million dollars. After six successful trials at hospitals of their choosing, the foundation people were just as amazed as we were. Shortly thereafter, the foundation promptly discontinued the prize (with no relation to Ivy, of course).

We didn’t get the million dollars, but we did get serious attention from a group of academics who verified Ivy’s ability to call out people’s dates and sometimes a few scant details of the world that will be; surgeries, medication and old fashioned miracles would sometimes make Ivy push back the original date, and in one case where a doctor left a clamp inside of one of his patients, move it much closer.

 We were able to keep Ivy out of the spotlight of the public, but you don’t keep secrets from the wealthy for very long. When they caught wind, a million dollars rolled in every week.

We re-arranged our entire lives around Ivy. We moved to a different life, one of luxury and security, where people would be profiled and searched before they were let into our compound to see Ivy, who gives them her answer behind 6” of Lucite. It was a business that was managed effectively and lovingly and with great success all the way until a man by the name of Gaelin Ganes wished to speak to our daughter Ivy for a hundred million dollars.

The old man traced a symbol in the air before every door he entered holding a small stuffed animal bound and choked with tarnished chains, something that looked old and cursed. The gaunt man’s head sported a silvery mane that belonged on one of the heads of a founding father, propped on a spindly vulture’s neck over an unnaturally rigid posture. His legs were wrong, kicked back, so that it looked as if his torso was hovering in the air as his feet stood behind him. The man tried his best to make his voice sound friendly, light and lyrical; it was like hearing “Happy Birthday” played on Hell’s organ, loud, toneless and totally unnerving. Something clicked in his throat when he talked like he had teeth grinding back there. I was glad that Mr. Ganes was behind the protective shield as Ivy sat in her “comfy chair”, cradling her knees as her eyes slowly followed the unhinged man. He touched the Lucite.

 “Hello little girl. I hear you are quite special…I can see that. You see things, don’t you? You see people as they are,in time, yes? You can see their rooted births projected all the way to their wavering deaths…yes, I know you can. So can I. So tell me dear. Tell me my death day…and I shall tell you yours.” I put my finger on the alarm. I didn’t trust that man at all.

“I…” I never saw Ivy at a loss for words before. Her eyes widened, reeled and widened again. I would give anything to see what was running through her mind.

 After what seemed to be forever, a tear ran down Ivy’s open eye. Then another.

 “You don’t have a beginning…no end…what…what..?”

 “What am I? I am what is in YOU. A Ganes, and a Ganes lives inside you, one by the name of Harold Ganes, an elder brother that I thought was lost forever. I see now I was mistaken… he was reborn in you. He is the one responsible for your gift…why he chooses to stay hidden in this frame is beyond me, but I shall soon know.” Gaelin removed his hand from the clear wall and said through Ivy: “It is good to see you again, brother.” With that, Gaelin left. For being bent and old, he was incredibly quick and elusive. As soon as he turned a blind camera corner, Gaelin threw off two security squads and vanished from our premises without ever opening a door.

 Our security company drove us to a secret location- Ivy sat between her mother and I, but my daughter would not stop shivering.

“That man is going to throw me away. He wants me gone because I can see the world changing. That bad man is making it change. He is giving all of us…me, you, mommy…he calls them “sacrifices to power”. Then…they rise. Everyone’s death dates have changed…the entire world will die in 10 years, 6 months, 8 days, 2 hours…I can see more if I concentrate, before the bad man throws me away…” My wife assured Ivy that Gaelin Ganes could and would never get her. I remained silent.

We retreated in in the panic cabin and decided to sleep together in 1 bed for safety. Just as when we began to relax in the peaceful dark, my daughter whispered: “he’s close, daddy. The bad man knows what I said to you, about the world sacrifice. I’m not safe here. They’re coming.” I told my daughter that we were sealed into a locked and triggered room under the security company’s eye, we were fine, and ushered everyone back into sleep. That would be the last time I would hear my daughter speak.

My wife and I woke to find our daughter’s mouth open and eyes locked in a dead stare. We rushed her to the hospital to go through 3 days of hell just to hear that they have no idea how, but that she was now in a vegetative state, to which she is not expected to recover. Two operations and the best cognitive medicine have made no impact on our special daughter.

My wife wife killed herself a month after my daughter died of a cerebral hemorrhage after a nurse dropped her from her hospital bed. We were given a substantial private settlement to keep the accident from spreading to the news. I agreed. This is the first I have ever spoken of it.

I am now using every last cent of it to find the man who took my daughter and find answers behind what my daughter saw for all of us in 10 years.


Why am I seeing Jieun hate now? What the hell? Did I miss something? As far as I can tell she hasn’t done anything but have a crush on Sangwoo and act stupid as a result. There’s endless amounts of humans who have done that; come on already. OR if i don’t know about something enlighten me please. Her character’s actually pretty sad and we can guarantee she won’t have a great fate so. If anything y'all should hate Sangwoo more. He’s manipulated her and is treating Bum worse than shit again so he can play his games with her.

excuse me...

i have these moments where i just hear something by taylor or read about something she’s done and there’s a part of me that wants to be calm and relaxed but this other part of me always wins and i end up an ugly crying mess because of her and that’s where i am right now. i have no idea why ive been feeling the way i have lately but the second i heard that old Untouchable performance all of the tears and all of the feelings just like……..,.,,,,,,,,,… made me crumble???? i still spend some days wondering how someone as sweet and generous and hard working as taylor ends up getting her name dragged through the mud when literally all she wants to do is make people happy as much as she can whether it’s with her music or just her presence. i dont understand. im so lost like can someone draw a map for me because we’ve all practically watched her grow up and be so many different versions of herself. from the awkward dork to the strongest she can be in the spotlight and then there’s the sweet little fairy and you just know that no matter what version of her she’s being, she’s trying to be human and she is. it’s so hard to remember this with celebrities because we put them in these glass cases never to be touched but left to fade from the camera flashes like these priceless masterpieces. but there’s a reason it seems so easy to imagine yourself stopping at starbucks for coffee after a day of shopping or drinking wine on a roof and spilling secrets like…..she’s so real. she is actually like,,,,,,not just a concept, you know? i wish there were more people like her and i wish there were more of her in me. it used to be this thing of like wishing i was in her position (because c’mon like who doesnt want to be talented, rich, and beautiful) but now i find myself wanting to make other people’s days a little better somehow, everyday. it’s that chain reaction situation that makes her such a great person because the more good you put into the world, the better it gets and it’s such a terrible place so the smallest things make it just a little easier to live in and i dont know. she’s such a bright light. i find myself listening to her more and thinking of her when she’s not around and it’s not a painful ‘i miss you’ anymore it’s more like a safety blanket, remembering days when i began to pay attention to her and nights when my mom wouldnt know what to do when i cried about just one line in her songs. i sound so pathetic right now but i really love taylor swift and honestly days like today where i feel like im on an island and no one can hear or see me, somehow she makes me feel like it’s more of a vacation from the outside world than isolation. idk but like……taylor swift was a very good idea.

EDIT: Attributive Verbs for Dialogue (Part 1)

Acknowledged : to say that you accept or do not deny the truth or existence of (something)

Added :  to embellish or enhance an argument

Addressed : to speak to a person or group directly; to greet by a prescribed form.

Admitted : to concede as true or valid

Advised : to give an opinion or suggestion about what should be done; to give advice or caution

Affirmed : to state positively; to assert as valid or confirmed

Agreed : to say that you will do, accept, or allow something tht is suggested or requested by another person 

Alleged : to state without definite proof that  someone has done something wrong

Announced : to declare publicly or formally

Answered : to reply or respond to a question

Apologized : to express regret for doing or saying something wrong; to make an apology

Approved : to officially accept; to express a favorable opinion of

Argued : to give reason for or against something; to disagree or fight by using angry words

Asserted : to state or declare positively, often forcefully or agressively

Avowed : to declare or state (something) openly, bluntly, and without shame

Babbled : to talk foolishly or too much, or enthusiastically; to utter meaningless or unintelligible sounds

Badgered : to bother or annoy with many comments or questions

Barked : to utter in a curt loud usually angry tone; to advertise by persistent outcry

Bawled : to cry very loudly and unrestrainedly

Beamed : to speak while smiling happily or to smile happily

Began : to start speaking by saying

Begged : to ask for (something needed or wanted very much) earnestly

Bellowed : to shout in a deep voice

Beseeched : to beg for (something) urgently or anxiously

Bickered : to argue about petty things;

Bleated : to speak or complain in an annoying way (usually with a whine) 

Blurted : to speak suddenly without thinking

Boasted : to speak vaingloriously; to speak of or assert with excessive pride

Boomed : to speak in a deep and lowed voice 

 Bragged : to talk boastfully

Cackled: to laugh noisily in a harsh or sharp manner

Called : to speak, announce, or read in a loud distinct voice; to command or request to come

Cautioned: to warn about a possible danger or problem; to advise caution

Chattered : to talk idly, incessantly or fast

Cheered : to shout with joy, approval or enthusiasm; to express approval or support

Chided : to scold gently; to voice disapproval in a mild and constructive manner

Chimed in : to interrupt a conversation or discussion to express an opinion

Chirped : to speak in a cheerful and lively way

Chortled : to laugh or chuckle especially in satisfaction or exultation 

Chorused : to speak all together; to say something in chorus

EDIT: It has been confirmed to me by the discord chat that Fruit Stripe is 100% human.  Now I just look dumb.  She still stole her coffee, though.  Here’s the dumb theory in all its dumbness.

Well, that was really cute, but we’re not done yet, because I have something weighing on my mind!  We have the wonderful coincidence of someone walking into Pearl’s life who looks exactly like her dead love.

Now, it could very well just be a cute episode about a coincidence, and I’ll happily toss this line of thought out the window if this turns out to be innocent and without any Plot RepercussionsTM, but I think we should seriously consider the possibility that this is a Rose Quartz.

She looks like Rose–and I don’t just mean “kind of”, I mean she has the exact same build, body size, facial structure, and hair color, and as I pointed out earlier in the episode her hair looks like a wild Quartz’ hair.  Steven calls it out explicitly in the episode–she looks just like his mom.

She also walks into Pearl’s life the moment she decides to start letting go and moving forward–which doesn’t feel like a coincidence, storytelling-wise.  If this is a Rose Quartz, she’s one the girls didn’t know about–or that they didn’t know survived the Diamonds’ corruption superweapon, anyways.  That seems like a point against her, but she’d be far from the first extant uncorrupted gem the girls weren’t aware of–Lapis actually saw the weapon go off before she ever came into Pearl’s care, in particular.  It’s possible that she’d been poofed or was shielded somehow; I’d have to think on it, but “unable to experience outside stimulus” seems your best bet for surviving a stimulus-based weapon.

Then–let’s look at the episode.  Right before we meet our mystery woman, Amethyst says: “This is a human thing, not a gem war.  Before you rock out, you’re gonna wanna blend in.”  If this is a Gem, she’s certainly decided to blend in–aside from being shaped like a Rose Quartz, she’s modified her coloration to look human, and adopted human modes of dress.

Next, it’s entirely in the context, but Bubblicious steals her coffee.  When Pearl forces the issue and walks up to her, she turns around and walks out of the shop without paying for it.  Like she owns the place, indeed; it’s a habit she shares with Amethyst and Garnet, who habitually take things without asking or paying.  On the other hand, she might also just have been spooked by running into a VERY famous gem–one who was, presumably, on the other side of the war–and decided to get the hell out of dodge.  Still, she stole her coffee, which seems like an odd thing to focus on, but it jumped out at me.

Up next, Steven freaks out a little bit about how much she looks like his mother.  As I said before, she shares Rose’s build, height, body shape, and freaking face, so I won’t belabor this point further except to point out that Amethyst agrees and Pearl dodges the assertion–but claims specifically that instead of thinking about the past–which Juicy Fruit obviously reminds her of–she’s going to focus on the future.

Next comes Pearl’s rant about how she can’t exactly be up front with the world about who she is–a flimsy parallel, sure, but a parallel to a Gem who’s spent millennia in hiding, after all.

Finally, we have the actual conversation between Pearl and Bazooka Jane, in which several things happen in rapid succession–”I know how that is” about “conscious manifestations of light” could be either her being goofy or copping to it; “it didn’t go over very well” could just be Pearl misunderstanding the gesture of giving someone your number, or it could be her expressing annoyance, because, let’s be real, if she’s a Gem it’s very likely she was a Homeworld soldier; the biggest hole in the theory is that Pearl’s the only one who’s heard her speak, and there are very few people who would recognize a Rose Quartz’ voice faster than her, though at that point she might simply have written that off as being another quirk of fate.  Of course, the other half of that is…

…Pearl is the only person who’s heard Bubble Yum speak, including us.

Not a word.  Not a sound.  She didn’t make a single noise in the entire episode.  It very easily could just be that they wanted to keep her mysterious for the sake of the self-contained episode, but that conveniently dovetails with the fact that if we’d heard Susan Egan’s voice the jig would have been up immediately.  Her silence speaks volumes, to me.

Of course, the problem with all this is that it’s all very flimsy.  Hubba Bubba over here needs to stay silent for various potential reasons, including the ostensible story that’s being told; it’s the right choice even if she never shows up in any capacity ever again.  Everything I’ve cited is circumstantial and somewhat flimsy at best.  To be honest, I have a hard time getting behind this theory, except for the fact that it’d be incredibly cool and have so much dramatic potential.  I’ll be rooting for it, but I won’t be arguing it, I don’t think.

Listen Up Fuckers

Alright, so writers are not fucking Amazon Prime Two-Day Services shipping. Allow me to explain.

I was talking with a good friend of mine about requests and stuff and about how many she had and I was telling her about some advice my editor gave me.

“If you choose to get in the car for the ride you asked for, don’t complain about the driver’s speed or route.”

This is so so so important. She (my editor) was helping me with something and I was talking about how I felt pressure to write and release it because it had been a couple of days and that was what she said.

She told me not to rush, to do it and do it right, because the anon who requested it signed up for the “ride,” and therefore if they wanted it done, they should have known beforehand it was going to be on my terms.

Right, back to my friend. She mentioned how many requests she had left and how some people just keep hounding her about when their request would go up and how it’s stressful and heartbreaking and it just fucking set me off.

You guys don’t pay us to do this. You don’t commission us, you ask. You ask and we accept. Because we want to. We write fanfiction because we love to. This isn’t about money, right. We want to write, so we do. But sometimes you guys just fucking don’t get it.

You request that we write you something, so we do our best. Sometimes an idea flows well, and we finish quickly. Sometimes you get that two-day shipping. But sometimes these things called writer’s block, lack of inspiration, and personal lives happen. Sometimes you won’t get what you asked for for one month, or two. Or six.

When a writer has 20+ requests, that shit takes some fucking time, guys. Fanfiction doesn't just happen. This isn’t a five-minute paragraph you bullshit for English class, this is a full story with plot and characters and development.  Think of it like one of those giant fucking puzzles with the tiny, tiny pieces. All of the pieces have to fit into place for the picture to be complete. Well, the same goes for writing.

You know good and well that JK Rowling didn’t fucking write Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone in fucking two days, nor would you have expected her too. Granted, some of us aren’t writing novels here (some are and I commend you jeez) and so, of course, it won’t take as long as an actual novel would.

“But I requested this a month ago!” I hear you screaming. Okay, sure. Did you stop to consider perhaps that writer has much more going on than your request? We aren’t robots. We don’t sit in empty rooms and write all day.

You can choose to get in the car for this ride, but do not complain about my speed or route.

There are going to be bumps in the road. There will be complications. Writing takes time (just like drawing, or any form of art, ffs), effort, inspiration, motivation. Don’t even get me started on the research it sometimes takes.

Please, for the love of God, do not hound a writer about when your request is going up. It puts so much pressure on us. We aren’t Amazon Prime. Your package has not been promised to be fresh and on your doorstep in two days.

You come to our blogs and ask us to write stories for you because you like the way we write. And that’s great (hell, that’s amazing. We love it when you love us) but don’t show up expecting your fic to be done in a day and be perfect. Don’t hound whoever about when the request will go up. (Especially if you know that writer has been taking requests. Odds are your request is one of many and that writer is going in order.)

Writers do not have to accept your request. Remember that. If they don’t want to write it, they won’t.

The point of this post was supposed to be not to hound writers about writing your request. I don’t know if this is well written, but it’s what I’ve got to say. And if you have a problem with it, get the fuck off my blog.

okay i have so many things to stay so bear with me

1) the teacher is pulling a Theo move,acting buddy buddy with the pack and will probably stab them all in the back. (or should i say brain?! HA, kay I’m done, sorry). 

2) This almost verifies everyone’s theory about Claudia actually being part of the wild hunt. (or the wild hunt brought her back like the little boy). Because she was SUPER against Lydia moving the wallpaper back and now we know it’s Stiles’ room back there. Which means that she already knew what was back there. ( BAM!). 

3) Theo didn’t seem to realize that the teacher was the Nazi werewolf from the tank, (which makes sense cause he was gross and wrinkly in there compared to how he is now). ANYWAYS, I think he’s going to be the one to end up finding it out. Just a feeling (ALSO I WANNA KNOW WHAT HE WENT THROUGH WHEN HE WAS WITH HIS SISTER IN THE GROUND) 

4) Lydia saying, “I don’t want to be safe. I wanna save Stiles.” END GAME CONFIRMED. STYDIA IS ENDGAME, CASE CLOSED. GOODBYE ANTIS. 

I’m actually laughing. Hillary Clinton did not show up at the women’s march, the leader of the big revolution, but Taylor swift does not show up and some how people have managed to make her look like the devil. lolz. Reason 191927377373733 this website is selective and fake about their feminism. You want to say “Taylor swift is a fake feminist” and yet this entire website is so damn selective of who fits their mold as a feminist. And lets be honest, the name Taylor swift will never fit your mold because you make it that way, not because she has done something wrong but because you make a point to not let her fit. Of all the people of this world, people on this website should know what it’s like to not be able to fit society’s mold because they made it to where you couldn’t.

anonymous asked:

My friend is pan-ace, and I used to identify as pan. (I now realize I am gay.) So when I came out to her, she accused me of pan erasure. (I explained that I used to identify as pan, and it was never a lie. She does not care.) She constantly is using my lesbianism against me and saying "(my) people" have oppressed her. She makes it seem like I have done something wrong. She acts like she, being pan, is more queer than I am. And being ace, has it harder than me. I don't want her to compare. :(

um that’s disgusting. you should either try to talk to her about it or just stop talking to her. i’m sorry she’s doing that, love.

Sooo, this has been sitting in my drafts for more than half a year at this point. I don’t really know why I didn’t publish it once I finished it, but I figured that it was about time it saw the light of day. And considering that I got nothing writing-related done while spring break was going on, I figured I should put something up.

Anyways, hope you all enjoy it.

Words: 3,570

The Act of Subtly

It was a rare treat for Lieutenant Hawkeye to bring Hayate into work. When he was a puppy, she would often have the young pup accompany her as he was too young to be left alone in her apartment yet. As he grew older and the lieutenant successfully toilet trained him, his visits to the office grew fewer until the point where it was only during special circumstances that he was able to come.

But Kain Fuery had always enjoyed when the lieutenant had brought in Hayate to work. It helped reassure him that the pup he had found shivering in the rain was happy and healthy. Not that he didn’t trust that the lieutenant was capable of that. She was an incredibly reliable and responsible woman. If she could handle the colonel on his worst days when he wanted nothing to do with the paperwork that had landed on his desk, she could raise a small puppy.

Sometimes Fuery thought the puppy was more mature than the colonel. And the puppy had peed against the wall inside.

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What are some misconceptions about being a strong woman?

SOLANGE: Oh my God, they’re endless! [laughs] One thing that I constantly have to fight against is not feeling arrogant when I say I wrote every lyric on this album. I still have not been able to say that. That’s the first time I’ve actually ever said it, because of the challenges that we go through when we celebrate our work and our achievements. I remember Björk saying that she felt like, no matter what stage in her career, if a man is credited on something that she’s done, he’s going to get the credit for it. And, unfortunately, that still rings true. It’s something I’ve learned so much about from you, getting to be in control of your own narrative. And, at this point, it should be an expectation, not something that you’re asking permission for. I feel like I’m getting closer to that, not taking on all the baggage when I have to just stand up for myself and say, “No, I’m uncomfortable with that.” And I really appreciate you and mom being examples of that, being able to speak about our achievements, these things that deserve to be celebrated, without feeling bashful about it.

Ok, why do I have the feeling that even as a wife Sakura would have been better? Like, Hinata is not strong but she is from big clan where they teach women how to be good wives. In the end Sakura became a head of hospital, a jounin, a sanin (is it official?) and a housewife. Hinata became only a housewife, her time to shineeee… but what happened was the opposit. She and her children barely even see Naruto. Even celebrations aren’t spent exactly together. Hinata should have done something about it, instead she just says that Naruto is the Hokage and he is busy and they can’t do anything about it. 

If Sakura was on her place I’m sooo sure that she would have kicked Naruto’s ass to the moon and back. (sarcasm) He wouldn’t dare to skip a birthday or some other big day. The kids will see him every day and have quality time. If he can’t go to them, then they will go to him. Sakura would have absolutely known what to do in such situations and handle them (like in the picture below)

No tension, no cracked bonds (between father and children at that smh), no coldness…

If Minato and Kushina were able to handle the things, then I’m sure that those two would have been the same. 

And about Sakura not being able to do anything about Sasuke. Well, he is on a mission remember. Actually two missions. The one is his redemption and the other is to search for things related to Kaguya. So, even if she wants to, she can’t just take Sarada and go travel with him, its dangerous. So don’t go and compare what can Sakura do with Sasuke and what can Sakura do with Naruto, it’s very different…

anonymous asked:

why was chrome wiping our tears?? im at 8ep and idk

When we saw him we asked where we could find Kero and he replied with something like ‘your parents did a great thing raising/teaching you’ because you first say ‘hello’ to people before asking something. And he was just joking around, but gardienne had to think about her parents and that they forgot about her daugther that they had to raise/teach once. And then she cryed without noticing.

Chrome: Are you alright? Why are you crying.

Gardienne: I’m not crying.

Chrome: You are not crying or your eye is doing it for you. (then he wiped her tear away)

PS: and it is in episode 14

Trigger Warning!

Dear my rapist,

When I finally told my parents about what happened in May, they said that I could’ve fought back. They said with my martial arts I should’ve done something. But I couldn’t do anything but let it happen.

I was so scared. And to have my own parents tell me I could’ve done something when I was terrified to the point I couldn’t even cry…I thought they were right because mom said she knew women who fought back when it was done to them. And my dad said I could’ve done something.

But I looked it up. Different stories. Different articles. And yes, it happens. Freezing up happens. It’s not my fault. I couldn’t do anything and that is an accurate response.

My parents made me feel like my experience was something I could control. But the reality was I couldn’t do anything. I’m going to accept that even if they don’t.

-Your victim

Welcome to Gotham  Joker x Reader

A/N: So this is something I wrote a couple weeks ago, I just never posted it because I felt it wasn’t that great. But I feel bad since I barely have time to write anymore so maybe someone will find enjoyment in this. Warnings: Strong language

Y/N walked into a store searching for a job. She just moved to Gotham and knew almost nothing about the city. Apparently they have their own superhero. Heh. Right. She knew she probably should have done more research on the city, but time was short and she figured it couldn’t be that bad. There wasn’t many people in the store with her so they were spread out. Just the way I like it.

Joker’s POV:

The Joker hopped out of the van, his goons following at his heels. He had a smile on his face and a skip in his step. Oh yes, he was going to terrorize some people today. Even the Clown Prince of Crime had to go grocery shopping. Usually his henchmen did it, but hey why let them have all the fun? He let out his psychotic laugh, already sensing the poor citizens fear.

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N heard weird laughter so she turned around, confused. The others heard it too and they looked terrified, but she couldn’t see them because they were in different aisles. Y/N shrugged to herself. Maybe the people in this city are just happy. The doorbell chimed and several footsteps walked in. Y/N minded her own business though, and stayed looking for the product she wanted.

Joker’s POV:

When the Joker walked in everyone stood still. They knew the best thing to do was to not move. Good, good. They’re learning. J let out a giggle before he noticed a girl with her back turned, not noticing who came in. His mouth formed an ‘o’ and he hunched down, sneaking his way over. When he came up behind her he leaned  in close and took a silent whiff of her hair. Strawberries. His lips went to her ear and whispered “Boo”. She whipped around, her hand going to clutch her heart. Yeah baby, my heart is pounding for you too. She then did something that shocked him. She smiled.

“Oh! Whew y-you scared me.” She let out a breathy laugh and then she had the nerve to start blushing. He grinned back at her, letting out a mad cackle. They stood staring at each other for a few seconds, her glancing nervously to the side.

“Um e-excuse me.” She cleared her throat gently pushing past him. She turn her body sideways, facing him and trying to squeeze past. He takes this as an opportunity to slip his calling card into pocket. Seeing his goons about to stop her, he lifts up a hand as if to say, let her pass. She smiles nervously at the henchmen before leaving the store.

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the “Boo”. What shocked her even more was the guy responsible. He looked like he was decked out in every type of gold there was. He wore a button up shirt and the only buttons done were the last three, showing off a myriad of tattoos. He looks like a straight up gangster. Stifling a giggle, she noticed just how handsome he was. He grinned, showing off a grill and letting loose maniacal laughter. She resisted the urge to snort. That’s hot.  Exchanging a few words, she then noticed the aura this guy gave off. Something that screamed DANGER, run while you still can. Or maybe it was the ‘damaged’ tattoo on his head. Excusing herself she brushed past him, her heart beating a mile a minute. She almost came to a complete stop as she noticed the two men guarding the door. One had a panda head and the other one had a goat. She gave them a smile, the guns didn’t go unnoticed though. She nearly burst out laughing when the panda gave a little wave. Probably in shock. Something told her she wouldn’t be alive if she stayed. She was on edge the whole walk home, only when she shut the door did she relax. Slowly sliding down her wall she noticed something in her pocket that wasn’t there before. Pulling out the card she almost laughed. The Joker, huh? Do I really need a job this bad?

…One Day Later…

So apparently Y/N did need a job that bad.  She’s currently sitting in an office, glancing nervously at the door two goons blocked as soon as she was in. Trapped.

Tapping her foot nervously, she realized that working for someone that has hired goons with guns was a big mistake. Standing up, she shot the guard an apologetic look.

“Hey, maybe this job isn’t for me,-M-Mr. J seems busy and I don’t really know what it is I’m applying  for-”

“Sit back down” The 6’7 tree said. Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Excuse me? I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to-”

“ Ma’am” Y/N turned toward the voice.

“Mr. J is ready for you.”

“Actually I think I’ll just-”

“Ma’am. He really doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” Y/N sighed but before she could do anything, a rag was placed over her mouth. Even while she was screaming and kicking, she was no match for the tree.


Y/N winced as she woke up, sharp stabbing pains in her head. She tried to move her arms, panicking when she realized she was tied to a chair. Still struggling, she jumped when a familiar voice assaulted her ears.

“Well what do we have here?” His smile grew at the sight of her struggling. Oh you’re a feisty one aren’t you?  He pulled out a knife, chuckling when she stopped moving.

“Oh- this? Do you want it? No? Fine.” he placed the knife on a counter beside them. He let out a laugh when she started struggling again. He ran up behind her and started circling her. She tensed as he started to purr, making direct eye contact as he came around to stand in front of her. He kept a straight face through the whole thing and then he laughed as he lunged at her and sat on her lap. Cupping her face in his hands, he continued to laugh.

“Do you know who I am? Huh? Do you? Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty.”

“No, I have no idea. What the fuck are you?” She looked him up and down.He pouted.

“Awwwww language!” He started rubbing his hands up and down her face.

“Seriously, dude, what are you?” He sighed as he got off her lap, going to fetch his ‘toys’.

“H-hey what are you- wait waitwaitwaitwait. Wait please I don’t know anything! Dude, c’mon man what do you want?” He rolled his eyes as he put a hand over her mouth.

“All that chit chat’s gonna get you hurt.” He then opened one of his brief cases, pulling out a ball peen hammer. He tossed it up in the air and caught it, making an approving noise.

“Wait! Wait! I don’t know you! Ok? Please man, I have no idea who you are. I-I just moved here. Ok? I just needed a job, I meant no disrespect, please-what do you want?” He stopped and turned around to give her a confused and hurt look.

“What did you say?” Y/N glanced to the side.

“I don’t know who you are-”

“No no no, you mean no disrespect? No disrespect? No disrespect? You come to my city and have the-the audacity to not know who I am?” Picking up a knife, he walks over and plops himself on her lap again. He grabs her chin, making her look at him. Tears of frustration and fear are streaming down her cheeks. Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty.

“Awww sweetheart, why are you upset? Daddy doesn’t like to see his doll upset.”

“A-are you gonna kill me?” He looks to the side, as if he’s deciding. Then he looks back at her and sighs. A grin stretches across his face.

“No, I’m just gonna hurt ya. Really, really bad”

anonymous asked:

Seungri, 64? :D

Originally posted by taeyangspecs

Lee Seunghyun: “You big idiot, what have you done now?”

So, Seunghyun was playful and that was something everyone should know, even more when you’re his girlfriend, but there were times where he went a little too far. As she entered the apartment they shared, she frowned instantly, letting her shoes fall to the woodened floor with a thump as she sees Seunghyun’s brown hair peeking from behind the couch. There were many things she knew about Seunghyun and one of them is that he acted like a kid sometimes and he must’ve done something terrible for him to be hiding. Her hands are placed over her hips as she looks at him, seeing half of his face as the other half was hidden behind the couch.

“You big idiot, what have you done now?” She quizzes and Seunghyun smiles softly, almost guiltily as he shows the water gun he had on his right hand. Oh, he was prepared in case she started scolding him. Seunghyun stood up slowly, a soft smile appearing over his features as he looks at his girlfriend from afar. “Speak now.”

“Mhm…” Seunghyun scratches the back of his neck with his free hand. “I possibly was doing the laundry and turned all your white clothing the color green for some reason…” That was the moment her frown deepened and she tightened her fists, making Seunghyun lift the water gun up in the air before sighing. “You get one step closer and I’ll shoot.”

“Seunghyun, you’re being silly!” She exclaims before letting her bag fall to the floor. “How the fuck did you turn my white clothing into green?

“It was an accident!”

The moment she gives one step forward, she looks over at Seunghyun, widening her eyes in the form of a scold as a way of telling him that if he shot then he was going to be dead. He seems to understand, lowering the gun before she rushed towards where he was before she smacked him on the head lightly, making him chuckle if anything before she sighed.

“Seunghyun…” She starts. “What happened?

“I got the day off,” He starts and she gets surprised at that. Seunghyun was always a hardworking man and even when he could have a day off, he always tried to do something. “So I felt bad that you were always the one doing things around the house and I decided to help you out a bit, but I didn’t understand how your washing machine worked…” Seunghyun breathes in after he ran out of breath. “I called Jiyong, he instructed me something and I think he was joking around…”

“Babe…” She says before running her hand over his arm. “How many times have I told you that the guys are always joking around with you?”

A lot.

“Exactly.” She pats his shoulder before sighing. “Does that ‘white clothing’ category include my favorite white dress?” Seunghyun doubts before nodding his head, making her look down as she wonders how his pure intentions could’ve turned out so wrongly…”It’s okay.

It is?

“Yes.” She reassures him before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But next time, don’t wait for me with a water gun in case I kill you.”

And the sound of his laughter makes her feel a little bit better.

Amethyst and wasted potiental

Okay so listen Amethyst was truly a character that the show let fall to the side and for no good reason. At this point she’s sideline compared to Lapis and Peridot, has yet to have a backstory (which is what I will talk about soon), and seems to just be there. At this point the show can’t fix her, but here’s what they should’ve done.

Amethyst was literally born from and for war. And unlike Rose, Pearl, and Garnet she didn’t actually experience the war, but that’s the point of her existence. And she knows that and hates it and it’s something that should’ve been addressed. She was never given a choice in the side she picked, cause hey maybe if came out at the right time she’d be with the other Amethysts or maybe she would’ve rebelled. But the fact of the matter is that she’s a Crystal Gem by circumstances not by choice.

This meant that her whole insight on everything was and is different from everyone else’s. And the show just makes it out to be that she just went along with everything that’s happened. But what if you know, she had her own thoughts and opinions on things. Like for instances she’s the only gem that’s been shown to actually like humans, see Greg and Vidalia. Her emotions and mindset were never warped by war and though she was never a gem in a million she clearly doesn’t think of herself as good enough to do anything, even stand on her own. 

Amethyst is the main character that should’ve connected with Steven. Even with her being more reckless than him at times, in gem life spans she’s still young, and it’s canon that they both have negative views about themselves. But unlike Pearl and Garnet she never hid the truth about Rose and really it’s because she didn’t know much about her or the rebellion. Amethyst could’ve been a fresh insight into the effects of war and of those born from it. While other gems were built with a purpose and either rebelled or followed it, she for the longest didn’t even know her own purpose. She both questions and hates her existence and the knowledge that she only exist because of a war. Similar to Steven who questions his own existence and whether or not his mother only ‘birth’ him to escape her problems. That is one of the first things they should’ve have came together about and with each other’s helped healed; and not through unnecessary fighting. 

The show still acts like Amethyst is some goofy character who doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but she’s clearly more than that. Sure she’s headstrong but she’s caring and does her best. And there’s so many things that the show brought up and ignored such as her relationship with Rose and how she felt about her cause imo I don’t think she really praised Rose like the others did (mainly Pearl), her relationship to Greg and why in that one episode (I forget) she was so hooked on him and brought up Rose as the reason for him leaving her, literally more about her and how she feels about the Kindergarten and her own form. 

SU created an intricate character with so many potential and then did nothing with her and it’s really unjustifiable. 

The reason why I don’t ship Clexa is because they aren’t good for each other. Lexa turned Clarke it something she isn’t, and made her abandon most of her morals. She turned Clarke into a monster, and to top it off she betrayed her and left her people to die. Your partner is supposed to help you become a better person, and Lexa did the opposite. If it had been someone else with Clarke in TonDC than I am nearly certain that Clarke would have tried to find a way to save those people. But Lexa’s influence made her do something that should would never have done otherwise. Lexa is toxic and I don’t care what others say she only cares about herself and those she rules.
Bellamy however, respects Clarke and urges her to do the right thing. He supports her decisions and listens to her. They are a unit, a team. They know each other better than anyone else and have the same moral values. They care about each other and protect each other. They’ve both seen each other at their worst and still stood by each other. Their relationship grew and they got to know each other on a deeper level that isn’t just about physical attraction. They would never betray each other because they are fighting for the same thing. And before people say that Clarke betrayed Bellamy by leaving, that’s not true. Clarke knew her mental health was at risk after all the monstrous things that Lexa influenced her to do and she had to leave, because having a breakdown wouldn’t have helped anyone. She put herself first because she knew she wasn’t in the right mind to lead. And Bellamy respected that, because he cares about Clarke’s safety and happiness. Because they are best friends.
A relationship should consist of loyalty, trust, love, respect, protection, partnership, friendship, honesty, support and commitment. Everything that Bellarke has and Clexa lacks.

anonymous asked:

When I last talked to my mom about my gender she said that I was hurting her because it was like her (binary gender child) had died. Like wtf mom at least phrase it "the (binary gender) I thought I knew never existed" or something

that’s a pretty insensitive thing for her to say, i’m really sorry you had to go through that :/ you’ve done nothing wrong by being your true self, and your mom should at the very least respect that - i think all parents should be proud that their children have the courage to be themselves.

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