son of a digger


they’re only children. only four kids trying to live. art credit.

lunar. the first child.
1. flare homestuck 2. far away cocorise 3. ball jointed doll nicole dollanganger 4. water and sleep mirah 5. bloodflood alt j 6. thanatos soap&skin 7. i wanna be a witchteen suicide 8. lost it to trying son lux 9. malmo strfkr 10. symphony no. 8 and the canary’s last take emily wells 11. brother matt corby 12. on an unknown beach amanda palmer 13. paper forest (birds) emmy the great

solar. the second child.
1. wildcat ratat 2. like o, like h tegan and sara 3. second child, restless child the oh hello’s 4. diplomat’s son vampire weekend 5. beets untitled laura stevenson and the cans 6. eat that up, it’s good for you two door cinema club 7. the prayer bloc party 8. cassius foals 9. want it back amanda palmer 10. eat up foot ox 11. vesuvius sufjan stevens 12. iris emmy the great 13. saint veronika billy talent

terra. the third child.
1. floor pvndv 2. you are a runner and i am my father’s son wolf parade 3. if winter ends bright eyes 4. tough guy cyberbully mom club 5. two good things modern baseball 6. strawberries why? 7. putting the dog to sleep the antlers 8. sold dan mangan 9. cheerleader st. vincent 10. a better son/daughter rilo kiley 11. i’m not a good person pat ‘the bunny’ schneeweis 12. the trash the trash the trash jeff rosenstock 13. runs in the family amanda palmer

stellar. the fifth child.
1. taruka cirque du soleil 2. poor atlas dessa 3. dancing on our graves the grave diggers 4. flickers son lux 5. the sea is calling the temper trap 6. corpse roads keaton henson 7. to the lighthouse patrick wolf 8. human hands bowerbirds 9. peach the front bottoms 10. agape bear’s den 11. miss you foster the people 12. to see you alive flatsound 13. hollow talk choir of young believers

Originally posted by gaybuckybarnes

Requested by Anon.

Request: Imagine having a child(ren) with captain boomerang and the reader is a member of the squad. There is a mission that you & digger went on leaving the squad to watch your child(ren). When you come back it’s complete chaos b/c your child(ren) turn out to be meta like you(super speed/flying) but you and digger get everything under control in no time. Maybe surprise guest joker? I dunno😂

Warning: Just some good ol’ fluff and the Squad.

A/N: I just went with the flow hehe

[Y/S/1] = Your first son, [Y/S/2] = Your second son, [Y/D] = Your daughter

It was the first time you and Digger had left your three children with the squad alone. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them. No, Floyd was a perfect dad and Chato had had children of his own. It was just this strange feeling, which had told you to stay home with your kids. But of course, you hadn’t had another choice. 

Luckily the mission was easy enough to finish it in no time.

“Damn, I hope they put them to bed.” You said to Digger, leaning against him for a moment before pulling out the key, opening the front door.  

“We’re hom-” You called out with a tired smile but stopped when you saw the mess. The house was upside down and Harley Quinn stood in the middle of it. “Harley, what happened!” 

“Oh, your Muffin’s are fine, [Y/N]! Don’t worry.” She smiled brightly at you. Too brigthly. 

“That was not the question.” Digger said, frowning.

Then, you heard a loud roar. “Was that Waylon?” 


You stomped to the stairs and looked up, your heart poundind. “Floyd! Get your ass down here!” Your friend emerged from [Y/S/1]’s bedroom. “What the hell happened?”

“Man, you didn’t tell us your kids could do the crazy shit you can do.” Floyd said and crossed his arms before his chest. 

“They can’t.” Digger, who came into Floyd’s view, answered for you. 

“Now they can.” 

You looked at Digger, who looked at you, both of your eyebrows up. 

You took a few steps backwards. “[Y/S/1], [Y/S/2], [Y/D]! Im’ma count to 5 and if you’re not gonna be here, Daddy is gonna whoop ya asses!” You yelled and didn’t have to wait for the youngest son to come out from his hiding place, flying wobbily into your arms and almost knocking you over in the process. 

“Mom no! Please!” He whinned and hugged you tightly, burrying his face into your neck.

Not a second later, your oldest son appeared, hugging Digger’s leg and looking up with doe eyes.“Dad!” Your oldest son begged. “Please, we were good! We just had a little bit fun.” 

Digger sighed and scooped him up. “No ass whooping.” 

You turned around, searching for your only daughter. “Where is [Y/D]?”

The kids shrugged their shoulders. “She was running around the house.”

“Tell me that you know where [Y/D] is.” Digger said, looking at Chato, who stood behind Floyd, and Floyd. 

“Yeah…” Harley smiled. “She’s hiding. We’re playing hide and seek.”

Chato cleared his throat. “We lost her half an hour ago. She was running too fast to catch her… Rick and Katana are driving around the city to find her.”

“Snitch!” Waylon growled, baring his sharp teeth.

The door bell ringed and Digger sighed in relief. There were only two persons who would ring at your door bell at this time.

“Thank god!” You opened the door, a lecture on your lips, and saw not Rick or Katana, but the Joker, holding your daughter loosely by her jp’s collar. “I found this one on the streets.” He gave you a smile, a shiver ran down your spine. You never really had warmed up to him, even though he was pretty decent around the squad. 


“Mommy, he’s so cool.” Your daughter grabbed your pants, jumped up and down, showing you her gap of her missing tooth. “He drove so fast! Not as fast as I can ran, but woah… it was so awesome! Can I get my hair green too? Please? Pretty pleeease?”

“You’re all grounded.” You murmured in disbelief, then the anger took over. “Ya’ll are grounded!” You pointed at everyone.

anonymous asked:

That Jumin angst was so heartbreaking yet so amazing. Damn Chairman Han. He keeps going out with gold diggers and his son never complians, yet when he finds someone he loves, the chairman loses his mind? Can I please request a happy ending to it?

Sorry it took so long, but here’s the happy end! If you haven’t read the first part, you can click here. Also, if you want maximum feels while reading it, click here for some background music. ;) 

Jumin should’ve seen it coming from his father’s vague comments throughout the evening. But even if he knew, it wouldn’t have prepared him to see MC walk into the conference room along with her new boss. Now more than ever, he wished he did more research on this client and, more importantly, their assistant.

In a rush of confidence, he had asked MC afterwards if they could speak, and that’s how they ended up here in the small, secluded courtyard at the back of the building. The night sky hung above them, the cityscape sparkled in front of them, and a barrier of silence stood between them.

“I’ve missed you.”

The words came out of Jumin’s mouth involuntarily.  Perhaps they had been festering inside of him for months, and were torn out of him magically by her presence.

MC shut her eyes and exhaled shakily. “Jumin,” she began. But no other words followed. It was as if they were trapped in her throat, and she was unwilling to release them.

“I don’t have any expectations of you,” he said. He turned his gaze to the buildings in the distance. “I never had. I just…want you to know, in case you decide to leave once more.”

He was surprised by the sniffling he heard. He started slightly before turning to look at her. MC had her hand over her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Jumin reached out a tentative hand to touch her shoulder. “MC? Are you…are you okay?”

She swallowed, waiting a moment to speak. “I didn’t want to leave you, you know” she rasped. A few more silent tears escaped. “I just thought it might be for the better.”

“Are you unhappy with life?” he asked. He held out a handkerchief to her. She gave a watery chuckle at the pawprint embroidered in the corner before taking it. “It seems you have a good job at a good company.”

MC chewed on her bottom lip. “Yeah,” she choked. “But, I’m not nearly good enough for you.”

For him? He dared to hope that she always intended to return to him. Even if he wished she had never left in the first place. He gingerly reached, his fingers grazing her shoulder. She tensed under his touch but slowly turned to face him. “You don’t need to prove yourself, MC. You never have. You know that, if it came down to it, I’d choose you over this life, right?”

Her lip trembled, and his own chest constricted. It was a strange sensation really. It was as if his heart had been dead all these months, and now it was starting to beat once more. It was simultaneously painful and liberating.

“I would never make you choose, Jumin,” MC said. “I would never ask you to choose between your family or your home and me.”

“Then why do you think I would ever make you choose?” he returned evenly. “I never once asked you to change yourself to fit in better. All I ever wanted was for us to start something new together. Neither one of us should feel the need to fit. I just thought…I just thought you wanted to leave, so I went along with what I thought might make you happy.”

“I know. You are always too thoughtful,” she replied. There was only a ghost of a smile on her lips, but the sight made Jumin lighter. “But what about your father? I don’t want to come between you–”

Jumin interrupted with a chuckle. “I have a feeling it’s not a coincidence my father targeted this particular client…for whom you happened to work. He may have his…frustrating moments, but he is a good father in the end.”

Realization flashed across her features before she too let out a laugh.She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, and the gaping hole inside Jumin’s chest slowly shrunk until it was nothing more than a painful memory. “So,” he began, his fingers intertwining with her own. It all felt so familiar…and right. “Can we start again?”

MC’s mouth twitched upwards before she pushed herself to her toes. She pressed a kiss to his lips. It was so quick and light that it sent shudders through Jumin. All at once, his complicated world became simple again. His heart could breathe, finally free from its suffocating ropes.

As MC wrapped her arms around him, her warmth enveloped him and he smiled for the first time in what felt like ages. Perhaps fate wasn’t cruel after all.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! How are you? Could I have some headcanons on how Dorephan and Sidon's s/o interact over the course of the relationship? Thank you for your time!

[A/N: Absolutely!]

King Dorephan and Sidon’s s/o interactions

  • In the beginning of yours and Sidon’s relationship, it’s very important to Sidon that you and his father meet. King Dorephan and you are actually nervous about meeting each other

  • He greets you with open arms, but you walk around on eggshells for a few months not completely comfortable in the presence of Nobility. (Sidon is easier to deal with)

  • Dorephan tries to engage conversations about yourself if Sidon is busy. He wants to know what you do for a living, but he won’t judge what it is. He trusts his son enough to find himself a good partner despite what they do.

  • He will, however, play word games and questions so cleverly disguise he’ll be able to know if you’re a good person or not (he loves his son and trusts him, but is very cautious of gold diggers)

  • You will try to become more friendly and opting to ask Dorephan out for lunch and the likes to get to know him better.

  • This brings him immense joy because he wants to be part of his son’s life and feels accepted completely if you choose to hang out with him.

  • The more he learns about you the more he’ll began to spoil you as if you were his own child with weapons, gifts, food and shelter. Papa Dorephan makes sure his love ones are taken care of

  • You will feel comfortable enough to explain your insecurities of your relationship with Sidon to Dorephan. He knows not every relationship is perfect and knows his son isn’t also, so he’ll be more than willing to be the shoulder you need and also the support to put Sidon in his place.

  • Which isn’t often but when Sidon starts getting forgetful, you can bet Dorephan will make sure Sidon is giving you the attention you deserve, but also this is vice verse. Dorephan will make sure to point out faults on your end, but he won’t belittle either of you. Just a friendly father’s kick in the ass to you both

  • He likes to tease Sidon a lot, and will more often than not jest “My boy, I say that [Name] is quite fetching. I may be falling for them.” or “If you do not treat them well, I will take them.” All which you are there for and completely embarrassed, but it’s hilarious to see Sidon get worked up over his Dad’s teasing. (it makes Sidon loves you ten times more even know his father is joking but part of him isn’t willing to risk it)

  • He likes to shower you in compliments and let you know that you’re doing a fine job being Sidon’s partner. Lots and lots of teasing tho, this big guy has a funny bone. 

  • He will drop hints here and there that he can’t wait to be your in-law to embarrass the crap out of you though.

Originally posted by willparry

Originally posted by wallmanhere

Requested by two Anons (or the same?) 

Requests: Imagine having a child with captain boomerang and he tells digger that the flash is his favorite superhero thank you!😁 AND  Imagine having a son with captain boomerang and your child tells digger that the flash is his favorite super hero

A/N: This is sooo cute. Seriously, I never thought about Digger’s kid loving The Flash but yeeeeeeeeeees! I love it! Sorry it’s short tho.

“Daddy! Mommy!” Your son bounced up and down, pointing to the TV in his cute PJ’s. “Look, The Flash is on TV! He’s sooo awesome and so fast!” You laughed as he started to run around the couch and making ‘whooosh’ sounds.  

You grinned and looked over to Digger, his jaw clenched tight in anger and embarassement. “Yes, Digger. The Flash is super awesome… Don’t you agree, hon?” 

“Oh shut up, [Y/N].” He murmured too quiety to let your son hear it.

“I want to be like him when I’m big! I’d be so fast and would beat all the bad guys up!” 

Digger shook his head and sighed. “You don’t want to be so fast, [Y/S/N]. I bet that guy comes fas-”

You slammed your hand onto Digger’s mouth. “Digger! He’s a kid!” 

“Just look at him! He’s wearing The Flash PJ’s! He can’t be my boy!” Your husband complained. 

“Don’t be such a baby and let the kid be whatever he wants to be.” 


(Requests for Imagines and Headcanons are open!)

  • Me: *looking at pictures of El Diablo on my phone and crying*
  • Mom: *glancing over my shoulder* Who's that? Is he from that movie?
  • Mom: But look at all those tattoos. No, that one- *points at Captain Boomerang in the background* That one looks like a nice boy.
  • Me: *visibly cringing*
On This Day: June 1
  • 1649: A DECLARATION FROM THE Poor oppressed People OF ENGLAND, DIRECTED To all that call themselves, or are called Lords of Manors, through this NATION… is published by the Diggers.
  • 1873: Albert Laisant born. Son of Charles Ange Laisant. Introduced to anarchist ideas by Sébastien Faure, Albert turns the whole family into anarchists, including his father and his two sons, Maurice and Charles. Also devoted to freemasonry.
  • 1906: Miners’ strike and rebellion at Cananea, Mexico. First example of revolutionary syndicalism in Mexico.
  • 1907: In Los Angeles, Ricardo Flores Magón, Librado Rivera and Antonio I. Villarreal, all on the run with bounties on their heads, clandestinely publish the premier issue of “Revolución.”
  • 1912: Emma Goldman continues lecture tour in Portland, Oregon.
  • 1917: At a peace meeting in Madison Square Garden, Morris Becker, Louis Kramer, and two others are arrested for circulating leaflets advertising a June 4 mass meeting of the No-Conscription League.
  • 1923: Spanish individualist anarchist magazine of sociology and arts La Revista Blanca reappeared in Barcelona.
  • 1929: At a meeting in Peking of the KAFC (Korean Anarchist Federation in China) it is decided to divert all resources outside Korea itself to Manchuria and most KAFC members moved to the anarchist zone, the Shinmin region in northern Manchuria.
  • 1929: The first Conference of the Communist Parties of Latin America is held in Buenos Aires.
  • 1943: Wilfrid B. Israel was killed when his civilian passenger plane, en route from Lisbon to Bristol, was shot down by a Luftwaffe fighter patrol over the Bay of Biscay. Played an important role in the rescue of Jews in the Holocaust, including the Kindertransport.
  • 1968: Helen Keller dies in Easton, CT. She was a IWW member and a lifelong socialist activist for workers’ rights.
  • 1985: Battle of the Beanfield: British police brutally attack people heading to Stonehenge.
  • 2013: Re-Occupy Wall Street had over 5,000 Turkish Occupiers and about 500 OWS Occupiers that showed up in Zuccotti Park throughout the day to show Solidary between Occupy Gezy and Occupy Wall Street.
I’m Sorry(Jin)


Word Count:920

Summary: “What is this?”

A/N:I really hope you enjoy reading this!~J

Part One//Part Two//

Sitting inside a crowded coffee shop, you awaited for Jin’s mother to meet up with you. Taking another sip of your coffee, you patiently waited for her to arrive. Once she arrived she sat down, right across from you, smiling she took her purse and set it to the side, taking her coat off. You smile, handing her the extra cup you had, it was steaming.

“I got you your favourite coffee” You smile brightly at her.

“Oh thank you dear, it’s quite chilly now” She comments on the weather.

“Yes, I’m glad you could come and meet with me, so what did you need to tell me about?” You ask her, taking a sip of your coffee, as she grabs her purse, pulling a envelope out.

You took the envelope, opening it you found cash in it, you gave her a confused look, seeing her smile turn into a scowl.

“W-what is this?” You ask her, putting the money back into the envelope.

“It’s money for you to get out of this town and start a new life, I’ll send you more money on the way, enough that you don’t even have to work and still be able to afford whatever you want” She explains, her sweet tone turned into a bitter tone.

“Why are you making me leave town?” You ask her.

“Are you that idiotic that you can’t tell what i’m trying to say?” She asks.

“Why all of a sudden, I can’t leave town how would Jin react to this sudden news?” You asked, hands shaking as you tossed it back to her.

“You’ll break up with him, I don’t care how hurt he may be as long as I know my son isn’t dating trash like you.” She glares, her words are like venom.

“How am I trash? What did I do to you?” You asked, trying not to yell, clenching your fist.

“I see the way you look at Jin, eyes lusting for money” She says coldly.

“You think I’m just some gold digger looking for your sons money?” You asked, astonished with her accusation.

“I mean it wouldn’t be the first time someone had tried to steal my sons money and heart” She says, sipping her coffee.

“I would never hurt Jin, I love him” You say.

“Then if you love him, you’ll leave him” She says.

“You can’t expect me to leave him, I couldn’t live without him” You tell her, hoping to get some sympathy from her.

“Well you’ve done it before you can do it again” She says harshly, throwing the envelope at you “If you love him that much you’ll leave him” She says before leaving.

You sat at the table, glancing at the money on the table, eyes now filling up with tears.

You decided that if you truly wanted Jin to be happy like his mother said, you would have to leave. As much as you didn’t want to it was for the best, walking to his apartment you softly knocked on the door. Jin opened the door, smiling immediately, grabbing you towards him to embrace you into a hug.

“You came to visit me” He says sweetly.

“Something like that” You grumble, trying your best to keep a straight face.

“What’s wrong Jagi?” Jin asks, seeing your tears form.

“I have to leave Jin” You say simply, keeping your voice steady, even though your heart was beating rapidly and you could barely breathe.

“Where are you going?” Jin asks.

“I’m going to some place far away from here” You say to him.

“When will we see each other again? We’ll still keep in contact right? I promise to go on skype everynight” He says going on about what he would do.

“Jin, I won’t be coming back and you won’t have to contact me because we’re breaking up” You tell him, voice breaking.

“W-what? W-why? Y-you know how much I love you” Jin says, you could feel himself breaking down.

“I’m sorry” That was all you could say without spilling why you were actually leaving.

“It’s because I was never better right? I could never be as good as Jungkook, or I couldn’t dance as good as Hoseok? Isn’t that why?” Jin asks, his voice full of insecurities.

“Jin that’s not why, you know you’re just as good as them” You remind him.

“Then why are you leaving me!?” Jin asks loudly.

“Because I have to leave, and I don’t do long distance.” You tell him.

“You don’t have to lie, it’s because I’m not as good as the others isn’t it?” Jin asks, tears now escaping his eyes, his hand shaking.

“Jin I promise you that it’s not that, you are so talented don’t ever say you aren’t as good as the others” You tell him, you can barely keep a steady breath let alone your tears controlled.

“I wish that you would just tell me why you’re leaving, don’t you care a little about me?” He asks.

“I do!” You tell him.

“Then why are you leaving me?” he questions.

“I’m sorry” That’s all you can say.

“I want a actual answer” He screams, upset with this current situation.

“I’m sorry” You say once again.

“We were so happy, what happened?” He asks, crying.

“I’m sorry” You say, trying to leave.

“Don’t leave me! If you exit that door I’ll never love you again” Jin says.

“I’m so sorry” You whisper before leaving his apartment, hearing his loud cries telling you to come back.

A belated birthday present for @mrspetermaximoff

Originally posted by ericscissorhands

       You knew that Digger would be home soon. His plane ride back from his latest heist was twelve hours long, and he would undoubtedly be exhausted. So, being the wonderful wife that you are, you cleaned the house, baked him his favorite cookies, put your son to sleep, donned your pajamas, and waited. You sat on the living room couch, and reflected on your life.
       The entire house was decorated exactly how you had always dreamed for your home to be. Your wardrobe contained every possible thing you could ever want, as did your jewelry box (well, boxes). Anything you or your son wanted was yours – not even in just the material sense. If you asked Digger to stay home so you could all spend family time together, he would without a second thought. He would even offer to cook dinner (although you would always politely decline, remembering the time he nearly burnt the kitchen down when you two first got married). He was a damn near perfect husband. The only downside was his… profession.
       You were far from angelic. The two of you had actually met while trying to steal the same thing. But you had stopped all thievery the second you discovered that you were pregnant. Digger had been ecstatic, and he went on a paternity leave from robbing during the final months of your pregnancy, and during the first six months of your son’s life. However, you desperately wanted Digger to go on a much more permanent leave of absence from larceny before your family grew any further. The thought of something happening to him was unbearable.
       The front door opened softly, and you saw a very tired, battered Digger entering. His shoulders slumped with fatigue, and his heavy boots drug across the wood floor. You stood, and when the second he noticed you, his entire demeanor changed. A wide smile spread across Digger’s face, and he dropped the duffle bag in his hands before striding over to you. He immediately pulled you into a long, slow kiss, then pulled away and pressed one to your forehead.
       “How’s our little man?” Digger asked, nodding in the direction of your son’s room.
       “He’s good. I’ll wake him in a few minutes to let him know you’re home.”
       “And how our other little man?” he asked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your swollen abdomen. The unborn child began moving around, occasionally kicking – as if they knew their father was here.
       “Little girl,” you corrected, smiling. Digger leaned up with a look of awe on his face.
       “Really?” he asked, grinning.
       “Really,” you answered, and you couldn’t prevent the hint of bitterness that began to seep into your next words. “I went to the doctor today, remember? You said you’d be home by then.”
       Digger’s smile faded, and sadness filled his eyes.
       “I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. The blueprint of the building I was given was a lot older than I thought it was, so I had to –”
       He stopped talking when you held your hand up, frowning.
       “This…. George, this is why I want you to stop.”
       “Stop?” he asked slowly, as if the notion was entirely foreign to him.
       “Yes, stop,” you said, crossing your arms. “Stop running off all the time. Stop leaving me here, at home with our children, worried sick and wondering when – and if – you’re coming home. Stop making our son ask me when his dad is coming home. Stop missing sonogram appointments. Stop missing our son’s football games. Just… stop.”
       Digger was about to give a response, when he felt a pair of small arms wrap around his leg. He looked down to see his very sleepy-looking son. Digger scooped the boy up in his arms, and he nuzzled his face into his father’s shoulder.
       “Are you staying now, Dad?”
       You saw the look on your husband’s face at his son’s words, and you knew that he was defeated. He sighed heavily.
       “Yeah,” Digger answered, looking at you. “Yeah, I’m staying. But there is one more trip I’ve gotta go on; I made the plans for it weeks ago, and everything’s in order for it. After that, I’ll never leave again.”
       You eyed him suspiciously, worried that this was similar to an addict saying “I’ll quit tomorrow.” Digger noticed, and added a firm “I swear.” You nodded, then pressed a ‘thank you’ kiss to his lips.
       The two of you put your son back to sleep, then climbed into bed together. His strong arms wrapped around you, his palm resting on your belly, eager to feel the baby move. Digger’s breathing eventually slowed, and he pressed a kiss to your temple before falling into a deep sleep. You weren’t far behind him, at ease for once at the thought of finally having a calm, peaceful life.
       A week later, Digger headed off to complete his final heist. He gave you a loving kiss, pressed a quick kiss to your belly, then hugged your son, and left. He promised to be home as soon as possible, and that he’d take you both on a fun little family outing. You anxiously awaited his return, feeling a strange sense of unease developing within you.

       The next day, you received a call from the Belle Reve Penitentiary.

When it was found out that Digger had a son in this universe, He seeked out advice from Floyd and Chato on what to do about being a dad. They weren’t entirely helpful since Floyd was more familiar with raising a daughter and Chato didn’t want to give advice . Katana did pointed out that his son could be a teenager and the most helpful was Harley who helped Digger calm his nerves. The first thing Digger said to Owen was a Dad joke only because Harley said humor would help him.

Again, the US government tortures whistleblowers. Assange needs protection before their ghouls sink their claws into him forever. He’s our man and he will not see justice if they get to him. Canberra’s too crammed full of globalist stooges to do it of their own accord, but if enough of us push for this, they’ll cave.

(Video of Assange)
Literally the most Aussie thing that has ever happened.

Allow me to speak to my people in my mother tongue:

Come on Aussies, this is piss weak, this is as soft as a month-old pav from Woollies, what a pack of soft-cock suck-ups you are. Where’s your animal, where’s your digger spirit, where’s your ticker, son? Give us some Aussie mongrel for Christ’s sake! I know you’ve got it in you. Get your head out your arse and give the Yanks some lip and get our boy back home. Youse are acting like a bunch of woolly woofters and youse all know it too. Wake up Australia, this sheila has had a gutful of your bullshit, it’s time to grow a pair.

Rules: we’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library to shuffle and report the first ten tracks that pop up! Then choose ten additional victims!
✨ tagged by: @rapturegal
(real talk i had no idea this was you at first since you changed your URL hahah)

1) Skyfall - Adele
2) Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell
3) My Song 5 - HAIM ft ASAP Ferg
4) Dust Bowl Dance - Mumford and Sons
5) Gold Digger - Kanye West ft Jamie Fox
6) Round Round - Sugababes
7) Let Her Go - Passenger
8) Knights of Cydonia - Muse
9) La La La - Naughty Boy ft Sam Smith
10) Lost In Time - Whitley

That was fun! Tagging @manycoloureddays, @mistressoftroy
 @napolecnsclc @magnetic-rose @timberwolfoz @escapist-seeker, @raeadropofgoldensunshine

Or really anyone who is keen!

Take Your Place - A Son fanmix

You’re gonna come undone!

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1.Lone Digger - Caravan Palace // 2.Death Grips - Hacker // 3. Fight Dirty  (Seraphim System Remix) - Angelspit // 4.Carve - Dance Gavin Dance // 5.Toes - Glass Animals // 6.Pss Pss - Death Grips // 7.Act Up - Cities Aviv // 8.You Guessed It - OG Maco // 9.Pirahna - The Prodigy // 10.Pan y Cafe - Xenia Rubinos // 11. Take Your Place - The Underachievers //


„Your favorite superhero is who?!“ You hear Digger yelling and look through the door where he’s sitting together with your son.

„The Flash.“

„Are ya kiddin’? What about me, I’m ten times better than that…-“

You clear your throat from the door and give him an angry look while you raise your eyebrow, „No cussing.“

„Yeah, yeah…right women.“

„Daaad you’re no superhero, you’re one of the bad guys.“ Your son says in a whiny tone and you start to laugh. Digger made an expression like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He looks over to you for support but you just shrug.

„He’s not wrong you know.“ You say with a smirk and he rolls his eyes, annoyed at you.

„I am not! I helped catch some bad guys as well.“

„Yeah after getting into prison because you got caught robbing banks.“

„Aren’t ya supposed to be on my side?“

„Maybe I would be…“ You walks closer to him, whispering into his hear, „…if I hadn’t seen you check out that bank today.“

„I didn’t.“

„Oh, yeah?“ You sit down on the bed while you tug your son into his blankets, „Honey what do you think we’ll let daddy do what he always does, maybe you’ll get a chance to meet the Flash when he catches him…again.“ Your tone gets darker at the end as you look over to Digger.

„Alright I get the hint…no robberies.“