Did this as a Thanks for all the birthday wishes last week, but it also works here. Because I wanted to thank you guys who still follow me patiently. Life is so busy right now and rarely post at the moment. So thank you for staying with me : >
Thank you @sexymexicanmaid for tagging me ♥️ I did this last week but it’s fun so I’m going to do it again hahaha
Rules: 1. ALWAYS post these rules 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you 3. Write down 11 questions of your own 4. Tag 11 people
1. Where do you live?
East coast USA
2. Do you like the country you live in?
It’s okay just because I’m used to it, never mind it sucks and I want to leave lol
3. Do you like traveling?
I absolutely love traveling
4. What’s the best place you’ve been to?
Probably Salem, Massachusetts. I loved the witchcraft history and there was even a pretty cool nightlife. I took a trip there this summer with my best friends so that makes it extra special
5. Do you have pets?
I do! Two dogs, a fish and a dwarf hamster
6. What’s your favorite subject at school?
I always liked history
7. What’s your favorite singer?
Anthony Kiedis and John Frusciante but I also love Kurt Cobain and Lindsay Buckingham’s voices
8. What’s your favorite food?
does coffee count?
9. Do you like reading?
Yes, but I don’t read as often as I’d like to
10. Would you like to start a new life abroad?
Oh yes. I’d like to go to the Netherlands and restart there… or maybe Italy or France
11. Do you believe in true love?
My questions for you sweet people:
1. If you were given a plane ticket to anywhere in the world right now, where would you choose?
2. What’s your favorite show or movie to watch?
3. Do you think you closely match the general characteristics of your zodiac sign?
4. What’s your favorite animal?
5. Do you collect anything?
6. Tea, coffee, or something else?
7. Favorite way to spend a day off?
8. What’s your pet peeve(s)?
9. Favorite album?
10. Would you change your name, and what to?
11. What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
I've watched all the pertinent clips on YouTube already. I will NOT sit through a Regina episode. Lol thank you east coast and live bloggers. Did not sit through Rumple last week either. If there were absolutely no CS at all last episode and this one, I'm betting ratings would've been even lower. These 2 eps are just such a waste of time.
Aside from the CS stuff, they were a waste of time. Retread flashbacks for both Rumple AND Regina. Not to mention the supremely lame resolution to the EQ arc. We sat through 14 episodes for THAT? For the EQ to get a “happy ending” with shady!Robin? Um, okay.
That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen on this show and SUCH a cop out.
Love love love that lads post but I especially loved the phrase "Ramsey's brats" I was just wondering if you could elaborate on that a bit more, maybe on how each of them are "spoiled princes" in their own ways and how Geoff 'totally doesn't' pander to them and spoil them
always consider that by the time they’re all in the FAHC and going
places the Lads are, at the oldest, still in their early 20’s. Which
super young in this world; considering the big bosses tend to be old
blood, and of course the young crooks are around, pressing at the
edges for more power, but it’s pretty unusual to be that young and
actually have any. To already be in a crew with sway rather than just
running about causing mayhem or trying to survive playing foot
soldier for some big gang to prove your worth. Ramsey’s Lads, on the
other hand, have everything. Have respect and power and the ear of
the king of the city - far more influence than a pack of miscreant 20
year olds should have.
not like they haven’t earned their places - for all Geoff loves his
crew he isn’t charitable, hasn’t gotten where he is by taking in
those who can’t give him anything in return – but the Lads have
certainly gotten away with a lot more than they would have anywhere
else. All that power that early on? The rampant rumours and licence
to do near anything they can think of? It has to go to your head;
your early 20s are turbulent enough without anyone thinking you’re a
god. Thinking you’re a devil. Thinking you either a target or utterly
untouchable, deadly threat or merely children playing with disaster.
most guys their age a bit of temper means some minor scuffles or
ruined relationships, a dramatic fight at work or an impressive
display of road rage. When the Lads get pissed off they burn down
buildings, destroy lives, smash their way through fortunes and race
away in stolen super cars. They are ruinous, and Geoff, many would
argue, is far too indulgent. Has been from the first Lad to the last,
clear enough for all to see; enabling, encouraging, letting them go
unpunished even after uncountable infractions.
blind man could see the way Ramsey folds for the Golden Boy; they’re
always impeccably professional when they work the same meeting, the
frontman and the kingpin dominating any they come up against, but on
their own time there’s little Geoff wouldn’t do for Gavin. The first
of his collection of streetrats, the youngest when he joined, the one
Ramsey’s always been soft on, always treated like family. Generally
speaking what Gavin wants Geoff inevitably gives, setting the example
the rest of his crew bends to, all hopelessly endeared, all far too
indulgent. They’ve let Gavin run wild, let him set his own rules,
walk and talk and behave however he wants, with airs and graces that
don’t belong to him, and look where that’s gotten everyone. Ramsey’s
first little prince, the baby megalomaniac with sharp teeth and
sharper eyes, collecting a veritable army of protectors he doesn’t
even need, the one who has the whole world falling at his feet.
any other gang Michael would be made to hold his tongue or risk
losing it. He might not actually be as temperamental as they say but
the boy certainly has a temper, and the kind of frank no-nonsense
attitude that has him saying whatever he thinks no matter who he is
talking to. It’s not that he’d incapable of tact so much as he
doesn’t care for it, refuses to offer respect to anyone who hasn’t
personally earned it and has no fear of causing offence. Geoff merely
keeps him away from delicate negotiations and lets him loose on
everyone else. More than one have called on Ramsey to discipline his
dog, to which Geoff can only laugh. Laugh and invite Michael in to
say his piece, leave the room as Michael cracks his knuckles, still
chuckling as arrogant complaints turn terrified pleading. Michael is
Ramsey’s ruthless prince, all sharp edges and brash defiance, the
unbridled threat whose never learnt his place, the one who makes the
whole world tremble.
has perhaps the strangest expression of Geoff’s unusual tolerance for
the Lad’s antics. Ray is, of course, a full member of the FAHC, of
the inner crew, as integral and absolute as any of the rest of them,
but he isn’t always actually with them. A crew member who is not
always around and under Geoff’s command. He comes and goes whenever
he needs to, never when he’s needed at home, when he’s got a role to
play in some upcoming plan, but often with little if any notice. It’s
a particularly bizarre thing for a crime lord to tolerate, to accept
and allow and make no effort to punish or stamp out. Which says
nothing of Ray’s other eccentricities; the strange vehicles and
peculiar paint jobs, the irreverent drawl and inappropriate humour.
Ray is Ramsey’s errant prince, distant and aloof and just out of
sight, somehow always around when he’s really needed, the one who has
the whole world in his sightlines.
is a clear-cut example of sensible practicality dying at the hands of
the FAHC. When he came to them he was inherently pragmatic; all the
Lads were to some degree of course, had to be to survive the way they
had, but even in their tensest moments Michael would still lose his
temper, Ray would refuse aid to his own detriment, Gavin would take
unjustified risk to go after something obscenely shiny. Jeremy was
reasonable, down to earth, Jeremy made whatever sacrifices, mitigated
whatever risk, planned and prepared and adjusted on the fly for the
best chance of survival. He had flare, sure, but at the end of the
day he would put aside personal preference for common sense. The FAHC
ruined that. Dragged out all the loudest parts of him, the show-off,
the pot stirrer, the wearer of utterly ridiculous clothing. One might
think the Lads did it, and they certainly helped – latched on and
pulled Jeremy into a hurricane of wicked grins and bad ideas, all
arrogant confidence and military grade weaponry – but Geoff is
hardly as innocent as he claims to be. Not when he kept pushing
Jeremy to think bigger, dream higher, to come up with the most
ridiculous plans then watch in astonishment as the FAHC made them
happen. Ramsey’s newest prince, the one with kind eyes and dark
ideas, who pushes all kinds of limits just to see if he can, the one
who caught the whole world by surprise.
are few who know of the FAHC who don’t also curse the existence of
the Lads. Who aren’t full of complaints, call them too loud, too
proud, too arrogant. Enraged by Ramsey’s glaring favouritism, by the
flagrant absence of respect. It’s the crux of the whole matter
really, respect. The way it’s expected, demanded. The way the Lads
are more willing to die than give it on command. It’s the reason
people say Ramsey’s ruined them, let their leashes grow too long,
spoiled and self-important, raging egos and unbound impudence.
not wrong, really. The Lads are wild things now, indomitable,
untameable. They’d never settle for a harsher ruler, for normal crew
hierarchy or forced deference, never let themselves be muzzled or
brought to heel, but then isn’t that exactly what Geoff wanted? Isn’t
that just what he planned? Vicious and untouchable and entirely his.
Too headstrong, too reckless and often blinded by their insatiable
destructive drive to chase entertainment, the bane of his life
sometimes, but still incomparably loyal. The Lad’s who by all means
should be incredibly selfish. Who by all accounts still are,
so long as you understand that their sense of self now encompasses
the closest members of their crew. The violent little princes who’d
do anything for their king, do the utterly unthinkable without
batting an eye, who tear into their own kingdom for amusement but
will protect it from outsiders with unprecedented fury.
Lads have been called many things, spoiled brats, violent
delinquents, overconfident upstarts. Called ruined, called rotten,
thought tolerated irritants, feral complications and dozens of other
uninformed underestimations. Some accusations are more accurate;
those who call them wicked, call them immoral, reckless, bloodthirsty
and disturbingly possessive. The
Lads are devious, are unapologetically ruthless and unexpectedly
intelligent, they are in may ways older than their years while still
immature in all the worst places. The Lads would tear the whole world
apart for their crew, but the FAHC would do no less for them, utterly
enamoured by the vicious little monsters. Ramsey’s brats, who have
the biggest bads in the country wrapped around their little fingers
and know it all to well, who’ve come from variations of absolutely
nothing and have somehow stolen themselves a kingdom. Who have no
intention of letting anyone or anything take it from them.
Prompt: Can you do a batsis imagine where she knows she’s going to die and she’s says her goodbyes and everyone thinks she’s just being sentimental and don’t take her seriously and are ‘ok, love you’. Until she’s actually dead do they realise that she knew she was going to die please? Thanks
Requested by: ANON
AN: Last week’s session produced some really angsty prompts, so enjoy.
“Alfred, you make the best cookies.”
The older man smiles, “A high compliment coming from you, Miss Wayne.”
You smile and rest your head on the counter. You take in the sounds of Alfred’s cooking and the smell of food. The combination makes you feel safe. It reminds you of good times.
Cracking your eyes open, you find Alfred smiling at you. You smile back and say, “I love you Alfred. You know that, right?”
“Always, Miss Wayne. Always.”
You focus on the screen, determined to beat Tim into the ground. Sure enough, your car comes in first. You jump up and do a ridiculous victory dance before typing your name into the winner’s spot. Tim stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You stare back for a moment, before grabbing a pillow and whacking him in the head.
It turns into an all out pillow fight. By the time you’re done, you’re both lying on the floor surrounded by feathers. You grin as Tim sneezes. Smiling you say, “I love you Tim, you know that, right?”
He stares at you for a minute, “I figured that out the first time you let me win at Mario Kart.” You just smile.
You cling to Jason for dear life. You try to bury your head under the blanket, but the sound still gets through. Jason wraps an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t know why you put yourself through these movies.”
You peek out from under the blanket, and find the television screen gore free, “‘Cause you love these horrible things.”
He smiles, “Are you sure Bruce is your dad? You hate violence, gore, and anything remotely scary.”
You smile, “He’s my dad, just like you’re my brother.”
He smiles at you, “And you’re my little sister.” He pulls you close as another scary scene comes up.
You bury your face in his shoulder and say, “I love you Jason.”
“I love you too squirt.”
“This gelato is amazing.”
Dick smiles at you, “Told you Blüdhaven isn’t that bad.”
You roll your eyes, “It’s too far away.”
“It’s thirty minutes away.”
“Still too far.”
“Anything outside the manor is too far for you.”
“Which is why you should move home.”
You both grin at each other, knowing that it won’t happen. Dick’s been gone for two years now, and as much as you miss him, you cherish these brother-sister days. He wraps you in a hug, careful of your gelato, “You’re welcome to come and visit anytime.”
“Even if Barbara is over?” He hesitates, “What about Kori?”
“Oh, how about Zee?”
He squeezes you tight before letting go, “You are welcome anytime.”
You sigh, “I love you Dick, you know that right?”
“I know, baby sister. Forever and always.”
You lean back in your seat and watch as your younger brother shifts gears, “I think you’re a fine driver.”
“I’m better than you.”
“A dog is better than me.” Damian smiles.
“So what’s with sneaking out the Batmobile?”
You shrug, “I like the looks on the bad guys’ faces as we drive by.”
“Father will be mad if he finds out.”
“He’s off world. He won’t find out.”
“As long as we stay away from the martians.” Damian adds.
You nod, “As long as we stay away from the martians.”
There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I love you, Dami.”
“I love you too.”
You nod, “Good, then open this baby up, and let’s see what she can do!”
You wait for him to come in. You’re lying on the couch, draped in a blanket. He stares at you from the doorway, he looks at you as though he doesn’t know you. When you try to sit up, he motions you down. He walks over to you, and sits down next to you.
You sit up enough that you can snuggle into his side. He strokes your hair for a moment, before he says, “You should have contacted me.”
“You were off world.”
“There are ways and you’re…”
“Dying? Yep. Have been for over three months apparently.”
“And there’s nothing?”
You look up at your dad, “It’s too far gone. Nothing they can do. I checked. Double and triple checked.”
“I would have come home. I would have spent time with you.”
You smile up at him, “A lot of people would have died if you’d done that. Plus it gave me a chance to say goodbye to my brothers.”
“Do they know?”
You shake your head, “Nope. I don’t want them to.”
He nods, and pulls you closer, “We can’t escape death.” He still doesn’t say anything.
“Be grateful, daddy.”
“How the hell can I be grateful when you’re…?”
You smile, “We get to say goodbye. I’m sorry that I have to leave you behind. I know you hate that, but… we get closure.”
You nod, “You get to know that I’m not scared. That I’m leaving a lot of pain behind. You get to know that I love you. You get to hear it.”
You feel tears drip onto your face, and you reach up to wipe a few off your father’s face, “I love you, daddy.”
Hello, guys. I came back earlier due to personal reasons.
An otasune kiss for all the people who made Snotweek possible (Thank you. I kept updated on it throughout last week) and also for that anon who sat on my shoulder to whisper me to draw kisses. So here ya go!