the bird and the bee side

Zodiac Sounds
  • Aries: The bang from fireworks, glass shattering, thunder, car engine revving, a gong, a war cry, the sound of marching, metallic sounds, a gasp.
  • Taurus: Someone stepping thru grass or thru the forest, faint singing, sound of a cow bell, dishware and silverware hitting each other, sound of sorting or messing with coins, humming, tying of rope.
  • Gemini: The sound of the wind blowing high in the trees, laughter, flap of a wing or tweet of a bird, electricity buzzing, computer or phone notification, wind whistling thru an object, creaky swings, a flute.
  • Cancer: Rain, ocean waves, cooking timer winding, crickets, howling at the moon, frogs chirping and croaking, baby laugh, whistling of a kettle, loons, water calmly hitting the side of a boat, seagulls cry, someone getting settled under the covers.
  • Leo: Roaring fire and/or crackling fire, cicadas in the summertime, shifting sands, clicking from high heels or dance shoes, sounds of a crowded place, cat purr, wine/champagne cork being popped open, heartbeat.
  • Virgo: The buzzing of bees, turning of a page, sip of tea, crunching of leaves, typing, clicking of a pen, brushing their teeth, dishwasher or laundry machine running, a writing utensil scratching on a piece of paper, woodpecker.
  • Libra: Love dove coos, pizzicato, sound of a kiss, a whisper, a music box tune, opening of a letter, pop of opening lipstick or chapstick, tiptoeing, fluffing of a pillow, rosining a bow.
  • Scorpio: Boiling water, clothes ripping, the sound of locking or unlocking something, heavy breathing, creaking of a door, splashing, roaring from a waterfall or rapids, coffee grinder or maker, “shh”, silence.
  • Sagittarius: A match lighting, chanting, bells ringing, galloping, fizzling of a sparkler, popping or crackling of a candle, bouncing of a ball, someone steadily running, flags flapping in the wind, a jet engine about to take off, sound of swooshing as something just misses your head, a train horn off in the distance.
  • Capricorn: Various sounds from cobblestone, treading through the snow, opening of a briefcase, paper shredder, rocks crumbling or falling, picking fruit or leaf off a plant, ATM dispensing money, tick of a clock, echoes.
  • Aquarius: The sound of breathing when underwater, Tibetan bowl, drums, white noise, someone taking in a deep breath, chimes, something being fast-forwarded or rewind, static, needle on vinyl.
  • Pisces: Running water like a creek, river, shower, waterfall, or fountain, light snoring or heavy sleep breathing, popping of popcorn, bubbling of a fish tank, zipping of a sleeping bag, fog horn, piano keys.
8 Formidable Facts About Bees

Let’s hear it for the bees! (Let’s give the bees a ha-aa-aa-aaand!)

Spring is (supposedly) on its way, so we want to send a little love and appreciation to all the bees out there, making our everyday possible. Join us in celebrating these 8 reasons to celebrate our tiny, but mighty friends.

1. Bees make our surroundings beeee-autiful. In addition to pollinating our crops, bees are responsible for pollinating all of the things that make spring sing. And they’re no novices - they’ve been producing honey from flowering trees (fruit trees, nut trees, and bee-yond) for 10-20 million years! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

2. Bees are social insects. Honey bees live together in large, well-organized family groups and engage in a variety of complex tasks not practiced by solitary insects. Communication, complex nest construction, environmental control, defense, and division of the labor are just some of the behaviors that honey bees have developed to exist successfully in social colonies. And they are not the least bit lazy: one single bee colony can pollinate 300 million flowers each day. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

3. Bees are above words. They communicate through ‘dance’ and pheromones. By performing what’s referred to as the ‘waggle dance’, bees can share information about the direction and distance to patches of flowers yielding nectar and pollen, to water sources, or to new nest-site locations. From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson

4. Bees make great wingmen. Bees are very busy little matchmakers. The bees’ side of the whole “birds and the bees” business is to help plants find mates and reproduce. Today, around 170,000 plant species receive pollination services from more than 200,000 pollinator species, a good many of which are bees! In return, flowering plants are an abundant and diverse food source for pollinators. For instance, fossil records suggest that bees may have evolved from wasps that gave up hunting after they acquired a taste for nectar. From the TED-Ed Lesson How bees help plants have sex - Fernanda S. Valdovinos

5.Bees put food on our tables. Bees pollinate our crops on an industrial scale, generating over one-third of U.S. food production. Their work alone has contributed an estimated $15-20 billion of value to the U.S. agricultural business. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

6. Bees can totally pack up a car better than you. Honeybees are some of nature’s finest mathematicians. Not only can they calculate angles and comprehend the roundness of the earth, these smart insects build and live in one of the most mathematically efficient architectural designs around: the beehive. Charles Darwin himself wrote that the honeycomb is a masterpiece of engineering. It is “absolutely perfect in economizing labor and wax.” From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson

7. Bees are hooked on coffee, too. When bees pollinate coffee plants, they consume low doses of caffeine from the coffee flower nectar, which means that bees are **BUZZZZZING** from a caffeine high just like us, AND helping us to get our coffee fix on the daily! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

8. Honeybees are disappearing at astonishing rates. Not to be a **buzzkill**, but here’s a not-so-fun fact. In the past decade, the U.S. honeybee population has been decreasing at an alarming and unprecedented rate. Bee mortality rates in commercial production have more than doubled in the last decade, and in 2015, 40% of bee colonies were reported lost in just a single year. There are a variety of factors causing Colony Collapse Disorder, and scientists everywhere are working to prevent further loss of bees. Keep reading to see how you can help. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

Love bees as much as we do? Well, let’s give the bees a hand, for real! Plant some bee-friendly flowers this spring and remember, when bees have access to good nutrition, we have access to good nutrition through their pollination services

Zodiac Sounds

Aries: The bang from fireworks, glass shattering, thunder, car engine revving, a gong, a war cry, the sound of marching, metallic sounds, a gasp.

Taurus: Someone stepping thru grass or thru the forest, faint singing, sound of a cow bell, dishware and silverware hitting each other, sound of sorting or messing with coins, humming, tying of rope.

Gemini: The sound of the wind blowing high in the trees, laughter, flap of a wing or tweet of a bird, electricity buzzing, computer or phone notification, wind whistling thru an object, creaky swings, a flute.

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A Keeper

Hey bby could ya do a Remus x reader where they are caught making out by James Peter and Sirius and they’re all teasing Remus and he’s so embarrassed but the reader doesn’t care and just kisses him again ?? sorry if it’s too much xx

sorry for the long wait but midterms were kicking my ass! hope you like it! xx


You’ve only been dating Remus for two weeks, you had both decided to keep things on the down low for the time being because you knew how annoying your respective group of friends could be—between the marauders and Marlene and Lily, it was a miracle the Daily Prophet didn’t know every aspect of yours and Remus’ life.

That’s why you and Remus only met after curfew, or before the sun rose, much like today.

It was  Saturday, an hour before sunrise, and you and Remus were cuddling in front of the dying fire, you probably had like 2 hours before anyone in Gryffindor tower wakes up and heads down for breakfast.

“You know, maybe we should tell them, that way we could maybe cuddle in a warm bed…” Remus muttered, burying his face in the nape of your neck. You snorted in response, laughing at how he wasn’t a morning person.

“Fine by me, are you ready for Sirius to give you the birds and bees talk?”

“On second thought, maybe we should wait a bit more….” You hummed in agreement.

Soon enough the sun was beginning to rise and the room was engulfed by waves of crimson and gold. You were both still sitting next to each other, your legs on top of his long ones. Remus was lazily drawing patterns on your hand with his fingers, causing you to laugh every once in a while due to him tickling your sides. One thing lead to another and shortly he flipped you both over, him on top of you, his hands were on your hips, yours were intertwine in his hair, and your lips were on one another’s, forgetting the world around you.

Time seemed to completely stop as you two kissed, nothing could ruin such a perfect moment, or so you thought.

“JAMES! JAA-AMES! COME QUICK! OUR LITTLE REMUS IS ALL GROWN UP!” Sirius screamed from the top of the staircase.

You and Remus both sprung apart from each other, you quickly tried to make yourself presentable, you fixed your jumper and tried to tame your messy hair.

Remus on the other hand groaned as he buried his face in his hands as Sirius continued with his jokes.

“And when were you planning on presenting her to us?” James said haughtily as he draped an arm around Sirius’ shoulders.

“Mummy is hurt that you kept your girlfriend a secret.” Sirius wailed.

“Oh shut up Sirius, for the last time stop referring to yourself as my mother.” Remus said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“DON’T USE THAT TONE WITH YOUR MOTHER, YOUNG MAN.” James said dramatically as Sirius clutched his heart.

“I didn’t know James and Sirius adopted you…” You muttered, hoping to calm down Remus. You saw the beginnings of a smile on his face but they were gone in a flash.

“I didn’t know you and Y/N knew each other.” Sirius said, smirking. 

“Well they certainly got really acquainted now…” James said as he wiggled his eyebrows, causing Remus to groan. You didn’t know how long they were going to tease Remus but from the looks of it, it seemed to be for a long time, something that you didn’t have.

“Well, I’ll leave you three to your little comedy fest. I’ll meet you by the lake in an hour, okay?” you told Remus as he nodded, an annoyed look on his face due to his friends. You stood on the tip of your toes and kissed him goodbye, both of you momentarily forgot that you had a crowd but after the teasing that they had done, you didn’t care. It wasn’t until Sirius started whistling that you stopped.

You waved the boys goodbye, Sirius and James gave you an approving nod and Remus waved bye, a dazed but content look on his face.

He was in awe of how you put up with his annoying friends without getting embarrassed.

You were definitely a keeper.

Do not imagine... a sunday walk

Do not imagine Shawn lending you his jacket for a sunday morning walk because it has more room.

Do not imagine how Shawn would laugh when he tries on your sunglasses. („I look like a bug!“ „What‘s that s‘posed to mean? I look like a bug too?“ „But you‘re like… a cute bug.“ Great, now your nicknames are „duckling“ and „bug“. You can‘t believe this an award winning lyricist.)

Do not imagine how he‘d take your hand in his and then swing them back and forth. First, he does it absentmindedly, but then he does it on purpose. You almost fall two times because his swing got too strong.

Do not imagine how he‘d laugh when an insect starts flying around you. (But karma is real and within a second he squeals, because now it‘s flying around his head.)

Do not imagine how he‘d try to walk faster and faster to get rid of the bee, but also tries to stay calm to not spook it. (When you‘ve caught up with him, you laugh and imitate his voice. „Don‘t worry, ducky. It‘s just a bee.“ Shawn‘s voice is higher than usual when he tries to defend himself „Excuse me, but that wasn‘t a bee. That was like the size of a bird.“)

Do not imagine how you‘d try to push him of the trail or into a puddle. The joke‘s on you, that boy is like a wall, when he doesn‘t move. In fact, you‘re sure your entire side is bruised, given with how much force you bumped into him.

Do not imagine how he‘d secretly be on the look out for a cute flower. When he finds it, the little shit keeps it behind his ear, smirking. („You want something, bug?“ „Nope.“ „Thought it was for you?“ If looks could kill, he‘d have been stabbed, burned at the stake, buried and cursed.)

Do not imagine how he‘d come up to you from behind, making both of you stumble and swear, before admitting that the flower had always been for you. („Sorry, I wanted to annoy you.“ Your smile gives you away, but you will still refuse to give him a blowjob for a week.)

Do not imagine how Shawn would talk about everything that‘s been bothering him and how he‘d share his worries about his tour and do not imagine how he‘d nod and squeeze your hand a little tighter when you share your hardships and the small laugh that‘s escape him when you tell him about a joke you heard.

Do not imagine how after two hours you‘re in the middle of nowhere and one of you has to get out their phone. Not because you‘re lost, but just to check where you could possibly be. (You‘re absolutely not lost, Shawn insists.)

Helloo! I walked my dog today and this is what popped into my mind! -E

My face is contorted in pain you are killing me (never stop please) - M

Bathing Suit

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Notes: Established relationship, one-shot, no smut (it’s implied), pool parties, low self-esteem, shopping, Reader hates shopping, Bucky is a supportive boyfriend, based on real events

Summary: Bucky tries inviting the you, his girlfriend, to a cookout and a pool party the Avengers are hosting at the compound, but you decline because you don’t have a bathing suit. You haven’t owned one in years, actually. Bucky takes you out shopping for one, and the whole day you come up empty-handed and upset. That is, until you find the bathing suit that changes everything.

A/N: So I bought a bathing suit for the first time in YEARS this weekend. Saturday seriously sucked for me. In the middle of my drudgery of trying to find a suit that actually looked decent, I came up with this idea for a fic. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, and enjoy! ^_^

“Oh c’mon Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find something you like in no time.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Bucky. You were in and out of store like that!” you snapped your fingers on your last word to emphasize how quick Bucky got his new bathing suit. It was true, though. You and Bucky were literally in and out of Target in 15 minutes, and within that time he managed to find a pair of swimming trunks that of course made him look ridiculously hot, and all just for $20, too.

You on the other hand weren’t so lucky. It took you ages to find anything that you thought looked all right to you, and bathing suits were the worst offenders. Your bad luck with bathing suits had gotten to you so much, you quit trying to find one ages ago. In fact, it had been five years since you’ve owned a bathing suit. Maybe longer, you thought to yourself. It’s been so long you actually forgot exactly when you quit. But today’s shopping excursion reminded you of why you quit in the first place.

It was Bucky’s idea to take you out shopping. Last weekend, the entire Avengers team decided to have a cookout and a pool party. It was something they hardly had the time to do since they were too busy with missions, training, and other Avenger specific obligations. Each team member was allowed to invite a few friends, and of course Bucky invited you, his girlfriend. He was shocked and confused when you declined. You were always up for visiting at the compound, so why were you refusing now? When he asked, you gave him a simple reason.

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do you have any au/fics where Henry and Killian meets first and they hang out a lot then Killian meets Emma later

star struck by twistedroses

there’ll be flowers on the other side of the garden wall by @phil-the-stone

the boy that stood by the sea by @captainjayharkness

Of Ships and Ports and Birds and Bees by @whimsicallyenchantedrose

Tried it’s the key word by @captainswanandclintasha

Unbreakable by @xemmaloveskillianx

The Right Direction by @msgenevieve447

Dear Papa
I’ve been hurting-
But I refuse to let you see me cry,
I refuse to let you see valleys and warm streams flow from my face- so I’ve been collecting jars of tears over the years and saving them just for you. Hoping that one day you’ll get thirsty enough to find me where no words would be exchanged. I’ll offer you a glass of tears hoping it not only quench your thirst but fill you with the parts of me that I’ve purged.
The implications of your actions have affected others beyond the means of your reach like half thought out plans never to be executed- like solitary confinement with steel bars, it was you who was the key to me…..and you still chose to leave, and now a mother lost her baby but found a man who was only 8years old. you stole his chance to be because from early he was always told to be a man but had no idea of what that concept meant but fought to live this form of identity because papa like a thief in the night you stole more than an innocent girls virginity, you stole her joy and left her empty to raise a man who resembled you, a man who never got a chance to be a child
You stole all she had and left nothing for me, not even the touch of a mothers love because all she knew of love laid ideally between her legs and you her mathematician divided them and multiplied and then subtracted yourself from the equation leaving her with no answer and she would go over the problem each time while staring at me wondering why things didn’t added up and now you left me with a mother and grandmother playing mommy and daddy,
And now at 28 I still feel the hold you have on her after three kids as if she was trying to find you in other men and even though I was forced to be a man, I was never man enough to fill her the way you did. all that you left for me was the scraps after you had your fill and that little taste never filled me, I had to die daily to myself, As I watched you live and there wasn’t any mourning or tears aside from the bellowing sound of my own voice as I laid myself to rest, I was forced to live with a stranger in a haunted house as the ghost of you plagued me and the stranger was me, I had to carry the burden of humanity which was to feel and not feel at the same time and I waited between both praying for direction, praying for you papa but you couldn’t hear me, You couldn’t hear me through long distances that disconnected us, you could hear me over the sound of your own pride that you somehow couldn’t put to the side so another man had to be my teacher, It was he who taught me the birds and the bees, but I still reserved a few duties for you. But all I got were empty seats and vacant memories of me standing there..
Am i not flesh of your own flesh and blood of your own blood, then why have you allowed unspoken words to form sharp nails that pin me down at night, why have you allowed me to bear another man’s name in the absence of yours, why, did you not think of what would happen when young girls laid down and became young woman? Did you not know a boy would seek the love of his father like he seeks the love of himself but both nowhere to be found, I remember how much I would ingest heavy blows meant for you papa, some punches were mine and others were hers but both tasted the same… and I still went to bout for you, I gave hard jabs and stiff right hooks not noticing I was fighting myself, You set sail and left me ashore so papa why do I feel I like I’m the one drowning?

Dear Papa, I miss you but I think she misses you more..

By: Leon T.

Sometimes I go out to pull a few weeds and spend four and a half hours working in the yard. That’s an especially smart choice when I’m signed up for a race in the morning…and it’ll be my first run in over a month. It’s only a 5k, though. It’ll be fine… (at least that’s what I’m telling myself as I lie here lamenting the fact I’m an old lady with a sore back from spending my Friday night gardening–I swear I’ve always been such a cool person!) 🙄😉 On the plus side, I found gardening gloves that fit!! They’re children’s and have bees and ladybugs on them. 😂

The conference went well–Conner’s teacher is so nice! The husband and I snuck in a lunch date after! 😁 I had a bike ride and went to the library, too! It was a lovely day!

Also, sometimes watching the husband watch certain videos can be 1,000X funnier than any video he’s watching. Today he was watching one about some guy getting hit in the face by a bird while on a roller coaster. Hilarious. 😂😂😂

Bruce Wayne - Father Extraordinaire

…I’ve rediscovered my love for the Batman fandom. I grew up with the caped crusader, and when most girls my age were playing princess dress-up, I was trying to tie a black cape around my neck.

This was my first fandom, at the age of seven. Dick Grayson was my first love. You know what? He still is.

This is my first foray into this fandom on tumblr. I hope that this fic is an appropriate start.

This is also posted on ao3, where I write as Living_Free:



Bruce Wayne is Gotham’s media darling.

He’s their late-night scandal maker, their social butterfly, the ultimate playboy, scourge of the social circle. No young person is safe from his charm.

Then he has a child.

And another.

And he never stops.


Bruce Wayne was Gotham’s guilty pleasure - billionaire, playboy, and media sweetheart. He was always ready for the cameras with a witty quip, or a dashing smile, always with a slim, svelte, lady on his arm.

Until one day, there was no lady.

Instead, a tiny child was hanging off of his hand, grinning up at his guardian. When Bruce Wayne looked down from the cameras, he lost his toothy smile, and instead, it melted into a softer one. The small child giggled and buried himself into Bruce’s side, which effectively hindered any and all females from attaching themselves to him.

“This is Dick,” he introduced the sleepy child in his arms to the media. “He’s mine.”

In his arms, Dick would giggle and doze off, or at least pretend to. Bruce would take this as his excuse to escape the gathering - “I need to put him to bed,” he would say earnestly. In the car, Bruce would tell Dick what a smart boy he was, and within a few minutes, the pair could be seen leaping across rooftops, the little Robin cheering his mentor on as the Batman beat twelve types of shit out of the villains of Gotham.


Years later, Dick would still be seen on Bruce’s arm, not so much adorable as mouthwateringly sexy. He would still look up at his mentor, giggling, and Bruce would still smile softly down at him.

They still owned the night, but Batman would more often cede control of the beating of villains to his first Robin, watching from the sidelines as Nightwing gracefully thrashed the rogues of the city.

As Bruce looked at his boy - always boy, at least to him - he would feel a spark of pride. No matter the dark moments in his life, no matter the mistakes he made, he would always know that he had gotten one thing right.

And that was enough.


“This is Jason,” Bruce said some years later. “He’s also mine.” Jason just scowled up at his adopted father, until Dick whisked him away to scowl at other people.

Jason was a fish out of water with the Waynes. Where Dick was a natural performer, Jason hated being in the limelight, clinging to his elder brother or hiding behind his father’s large frame. Bruce learnt to step carefully, for fear of crushing his newest son. Jason was much more at ease as Robin, where he could shine in his own way.

Where he floundered Jason Todd-Wayne, Jason made his mark as Robin, and Bruce couldn’t have been happier. Bruce smiled bigger than ever, happy that both his sons were making their way in the world, kicking ass and taking names.

Until one day, Bruce didn’t smile anymore.


“Hood, stop!”

“Hood, no!”

“Hood, don’t!”

Batman had never thought that he would address his second son again, much less with such reprimands. Every time Jason raised his gun, Bruce’s heart would bleed a little more, yearning to smack the gun out of his boy’s hand.

Nightwing didn’t have the heart to discipline his wayward brother, too glad at having Jason back to do anything. Tim was still skittish around him, sticking close to Bruce or Dick whenever Red Hood was around. And wasn’t that another dagger to the heart.

Eventually, things did look up. Jason warmed to Dick first, having never lost the soft spot he had for his elder brother, and then Alfred. No one could stay mad at Alfred. Jason would visit more often, hanging around Dick’s room. Whenever Bruce would show up, hoping to catch Jason, the boy would leap out of the nearest window.

Tim was shy around Jason, fearful of invoking the older man’s anger. Jason made no moves to calm the boy, still resentful of him. Bruce thought that his two youngest would never get along until one night, Red Hood entered the Batcave carrying Red Robin in his arms, as the boy rested his head on Jason’s chest. R'as Al Ghul had been holding Tim a little too close for comfort, having sedated the young bat. That had been enough to set Jason off, pulverizing the old lech and bringing the shaky boy back home.

Dick had predictably gone ballistic, weeping and cursing, refusing to let go of a disorientated Tim. Bruce was left to deal with Jason, who looked uncomfortable being left with his estranged father. Bruce only compounded the situation by drawing Jason into a hug. Jason just stood there as Bruce squeezed him, whispering thanks in his ear, before leaving to take Tim upstairs.

Dick led Jason upstairs, clinging to his arm, head resting on his shoulder, a little teary thinking about what could have been. Jason allowed Dick to take him upstairs, allowed him to cuddle up to him, sitting squished together in Tim’s room as the boy himself clung to Bruce in bed. Later that night, Jason started awake, with Dick still snuggled up to him, and Bruce snoring lightly, his hand in Tim’s hair. Jason looked at Tim, who was wide awake, looking directly at Jason with wide eyes. Jason stared back calmly, making no moves, only smiling slightly. Eventually, Tim’s eyes closed, his fears assuaged, at least in that one regard.

From that night on, something shifted in their family dynamic, and Tim would shyly claim to have two brothers. Jason would just grunt, but not refute this fact. Gotham learned that overnight that the Bat and his Birds were now a solid group of four, and none were to be trifled with.

That night onwards, Bruce stood a little taller, a little prouder.


The media speculate that after the death of his second son, Bruce Wayne would not smile again, and for a long time, he didn’t. His eldest came back to Gotham, and clung tighter than ever to his father’s arm, no force capable of moving him from his place.

It took a waifish boy to lure a smile out of Bruce Wayne again, months later. Doggedly determined, little Tim Drake stalked the Batman around Gotham, until one day, tired of his little shadow, Bruce just look the little boy home.

Wayne Manor regained its light with the little boy running around its halls, all around the Batcave, and into Bruce’s heart. Dick was lured out of his depression by the tiny boy, his heart picking up at the prospect of having another little brother to hold and love.

One fine night, Bruce Wayne showed up at another gala, Dick holding one arm as per usual, and a small boy cradled in his other arm. “This is Tim,” Bruce introduced his newest son, “he’s mine.” Dick grinned as Bruce passed the boy to him. Tim spent a lot of his early galas in either Bruce’s or Dick’s arms, both being fearful of the small boy being trampled in the horde of unforgiving socialites.

The streets were another story entirely. The new Robin earned a reputation of being sneaky, quiet, and almost as clever as the Bat himself.

Eventually, the Batman learned to stand strong again, and the caped crusader ruled the night once more, his little bird by his side.


Damian Wayne was a nightmare.

The media hated him, and the feeling was mutual. He growled and bit and scratched, and clung to his eldest brother like a limpet. The Feral Wayne, the media called him.

Bruce was at his wits end when it came to Damian. The boy was not warming to him, Jason, or Tim, and only sought out Dick. Dick had his hands full with the youngest Wayne, having become a pseudo-mother virtually overnight.

The boy’s ideals were warped, twisted by his time with the League of Assassins, and his heart was hard. Time would prove to be a true healer, slowly melting Damian’s heart. Unbelievably, Gotham and life as Dick Grayson’s Robin thawed Damian’s cold exterior, and his warm core was revealed.

When Bruce was thought dead, and Dick was left to pick up the pieces, Damian clung to his brother harder than ever, desperate not to let his brother break. When Tim brought Bruce back, Damian heaved a sigh of relief as Dick handed the cowl over again, then proceeded to smother Bruce with his all consuming hug.

Something changed that night, when Damian saw that Tim was truly capable of moving mountains for their family. Damian gained a new respect for his elder brother, and made it known in small ways - heeding Tim’s advice on patrol, keeping his silence around the older boy as he worked. When Family Photo time rolled around, Dick subtly passed Damian over to position him on Tim’s lap, and to everyone’s surprise, Damian did not even squirm as Tim’s arms encircled his waist. The same could not be said of Jason, who threw a mini fit when Bruce tried the same with him.

The photo came out thus - Damian sitting on Tim’s lap, both with serene smiles, Dick next to them, one arm wrapped around Jason and one over Tim’s shoulders. Bruce stood to the side, glowing with happiness, his arm thrown sloppily around Alfred, who gave his best Mona Lisa impression.

The photo was hung in the batcave, where it still hangs to this day, a loving reminder to the Bats of the challenges that they overcame to come together.


Bruce looked down at the slightly built girl who stared stoically back up at him. Boys, he could handle. He was familiar with their ways. He had given the birds and the bees speech to all of them, nursed their owies, and trained them to become heroes though the years.

Bruce took a deep breath. He could make another hero of this one, too.

“You ready to be a hero?” Bruce asked Cassandra. A nod.

“It’ll have to wait,” Dick said, flouncing in. “The Wayne Christmas Gala is tonight. We have to get ready to schmooze.”

Bruce wrinkled his nose in distaste, eliciting a laugh from the girl. Bruce looked down in a panic, realizing that he had no clothes for a little lady. “I have nothing for you to dress in,” Bruce said, vocalizing his dread.

Dick beamed at Bruce’s conundrum, and ushered the entire family into the car. “Mall trip!” He bleated, as Bruce paled. They found themselves at the mall, Cassandra holding onto Bruce’s hand at the ladies section while Dick piled his arms with everything that looked cute enough for his sister. Cassandra refused to become Dick’s model, stalking out of the store, which left Bruce to pick something for a young lady. He eventually chose a disgusting, pink, number, much to Dick’s delight.

Cassandra emerged from the room that night in the flowing, frilly, disaster, as Bruce looked at her, considering. “This is okay, right?” Alfred tutted from the corner, muttering about how a young lady with untamed hair would stand out like a sore thumb at a gathering such as the one they were going to tonight. Bruce panicked once more as Dick passed a comb and hair ties into his hands.

At the gala, Bruce presented his newest child, complete with uneven pigtails and overdone blush. “This is my daughter,” he said proudly. “She’s mine.” To her credit, Cassandra didn’t scowl.

That night, Black Bat kicked ass harder than ever, taking out her humiliation on the evildoers of Gotham City. Although he was clueless as to what brought on her unprecedented savagery, he still watched her like the proud father that he was.

Things I need to see in the TRC series

(The raven boys and The dream thieves edition)

- Gansey calling Blue a prostitute and Ronan hitting his head in the lamp at Nino´s

- The pig! 

- A good representation of Monmouth 

- Adam in a coca cola shirt at least once 

- Ronan killing that bee for Gansey in the middle of the night at Monmouth when Gansey was´t able too.

- Blue side eyeing and commenting Gansey´s boat shoes at least once 

- Ronan interrupting Blue and Adam while talking about kissing at Monmouth, asking them if they want to hold Chainsaw and thinking he´s really smooth about it but really it is quite obvious

- Blue wearing weird clothes, her weird room and her giving snarky, feminist comments. putting the sometimes very sexist boys in their place 

- Close up of Ronan´s tattoo! 

- A real bird as Chainsaw

- Ronan beating the shit out of Robert Parrish 

- The murdered, murdered, remembered scene 

- Adam sacrificing himself

- Ronan throwing Noah out the window 

- Gansey asking Ronan if he´s in his dreams and Ronan answering “Oh, yes, baby” 

- Noah and the GLITTER at the dollar store 

- the BoAt sCenE with Orla 

- Ronan at the barns showing the Gangsey the sleeping mice and being very careful with it being the precious little child that he is 

- Ronan at church with his brothers 

- Noah and Blue alone at Monmouth for the first time! Must be included: them kissing and it being awkward as hell and then Noah wiping away her tears 

- “I am being perfectly fucking civil” 

- Bad boy Gansey confronting Kavinsky with Ronan with fire in his eyes and passion in his voice

- Ronan and KaVINsky! 

My Girl (Father!Negan X Daughter!Reader)

Based on the song ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations. Enjoy!

I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May.

Everyone rested on their knees kneeling to Negan, watching as he smiled at all of his people. Lucille in his hand, fingers gripped tight around the polished wood as he began to quietly chuckle. “Y'all can stand” his voice boomed, shifting his body 360 degrees as everyone began to rise from their knees. He then turned to his next victim, sitting right in the middle of the large room.

Negan smiled right at him, showing off his pearly white teeth before beginning to laugh. “What’s your name again?” Negan asked. “J-Jason” the man hesitated, obviously scared of what was about to come from the devilish man grinning right in front of him. “Jason, tell me, you see that girl?” Negan asked, pointing right at the balcony, right at you. Jason quickly twisted his head, before looking back at Negan. “S-Sir I-”

I guess you’d say What can make me feel this way?

Negan grabbed his face, cutting him off from his words and turned Jason’s chair around, making him stare right at you. “Her, right there. Do you see that girl, yes or no?” Negan shouted as Jason began to weep. “Yes!” He cried before Negan threw him onto the floor. You watched helplessly, knowing that no matter how much you would scream and cry for him to stop, Negan would never stop.

“Do you mind telling us who that girl is?” Negan bent down to meet face to face with Jason, watching the boy shake with fear. “(Y-Y/N)” he stuttered before Negan chuckled and smacked Jason’s leg with Lucille causing everyone, including you, to flinch once you heard his loud cries. “You don’t deserve to say her name” Negan spat. Jason was sobbing uncontrollably, his fear and pain pouring out.

“I am going to ask you again, who is she?” Negan grabbed Jason by the shirt, holding Jason’s face close to his as Jason trembled. “Y-Your daughter, s-sir” Jason stuttered as Negan threw him back on the floor, and raised his arms in triumph.

“Now, was that so hard?” Negan played, before glancing back up at you and smiling. “My girl, my precious not-so-little girl!” Negan exclaimed, trying to see if he could make you smile, but frowned watching you keep the look of annoyance plastered right on your face.

My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)

Negan swerved his body away from you, turning and watching the frightened crowd of his people, all terrified of his future actions. “I know, I may not be the best father. I mean hell, in a shit time like this, I don’t think good fathers even exist. But I know, I’d be a completely shit father if I let this moron talk to my daughter the way he did” Negan spoke loud, his voice echoing within the filled factory. He turned his body back to Jason, looking down at the injured boy.

“I don’t know who raised you,” Negan began, “who fed you, played with you, wiped your fuckin’ ass, but I do know this;” Negan pulled Jason up from the floor, throwing him back into the chair that he was sitting in before, and whacked Jason’s torso with Lucille. Jason’s pained cries were like nails on a chalkboard, everyone flinched and covered their ears, unable to bear the shrieks of pain. You had enough and left, feeling hot tears of embarrassment and disappointment streaming down your face.

“You do not ever, ever speak to a woman like that, especially my fuckin’ daughter! Do you understand me, or do I have to repeat myself like I’ve been doin’ for the last 50 fuckin’ times!” Negan shouted. Jason could only get out the slightest of whimpers before Negan shouted for him to answer. “Y-Yes! I-I’m sorry! But p-please, let me g-go!” Jason cried before Negan scoffed. He looked back up at the spot you used to be, before leaning away from Jason’s face and looking back down at the boy.

“I’m not fuckin’ finished with you”

I’ve got so much honey The bees envy me I’ve got a sweeter song Than the birds in the trees

You were locked in your room, sobbing into a pillow, feeling your heart twisted and torn from Negan’s actions. You felt betrayed and alone, like both of your parents had died. Losing your mother at a young age, before all of this happened, was hard enough, but now your father acting like this, killing innocent people, to say you were disappointed would be an understatement.

Three loud bangs cascaded from the other side of your door, you shifted your body as the door slowly opened, revealing Negan with a bloodied Lucille slung over his shoulder.

I guess you’d say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)

“Baby, I’m so-”

“Can you just leave? You are the last person I want to see right now.”

Negan frowned, setting Lucille down by your door before closing it and stepping towards your bed, sitting next to you. “You are so stubborn, just like your mother,” Negan chuckled “just like your mother.” he repeated softly to himself before shaking his head.

“I know you know I haven’t been the same since she died, hell, I haven’t been the same since she got goddamn cancer. But you, you’re the reason why I haven’t completely lost my mind. You kept me in place” Negan spoke softly, this was a side of Negan you haven’t experienced since you were a little girl, it felt like a completely different person.

Negan looked over at you, and chuckled. His smile was big as he continued to look over your facial features which he found completely identical to your mothers. “I know you’re not happy with the way I do things, Baby. But this is who I am, this is how I keep us safe!” You cringed at the use of your old nickname; Baby. Your mothers favorite movie was Dirty Dancing and she began to call you Baby after you had told her you wanted to dance just like Baby.

Though Negan despised the movie, the nickname did stick with him and he has used it ever since, but as you got older you began to hate the nickname, as it reminded you of the times that used to be.

I don’t need no money, fortune or fame I’ve got all the riches, baby One man can claim

“Don’t call me Baby” you muttered, before Negan was taken aback, his eyes widening at your fierce attitude. “What did you just say to me?” He grumbled, his short temper now sparked. “Don’t call me that dumb nickname, don’t even think about it! Only my dad is allowed to call me that and right now I don’t know where he is!” You shouted, as Negan furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who do you think you are, talkin’ to me like that, after I just defended you from that dick-wipe who completely treated you like a piece of trash!” Negan shouted back at you, his voice obviously louder than yours. “I’m not that little eight year old anymore, I can handle myself! I taught myself how to survive without a dad, because a dad is the complete opposite of what you are!” You cried, watching a rare look of horror play out on Negan’s face.

guess you’d say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)

Negan grabbed you off of the bed, holding you in his arms, close to his chest. “No matter how much you hate me, I’m always gonna love you. You make think I’m unfair, but I’m doing what I need to do to survive and keep your ass safe, because keepin’ your ass safe is what your mother would want. I want what she wants. So hate me all you want, you can even kill me right now, but if you did, I’d still take a bullet right between the fuckin’ eyes to protect you” Negan spoke, as tears began to fill your eyes, you didn’t know how to react.

You couldn’t help but pull him into a tight him, whispering soft 'I’m sorry’s’ into his ear. You definitely have never seen this side of him for a long time, and you couldn’t have been more relieved to know that he still had his soft spot for you. His sunshine, his Baby, his girl.

That was really bad. I apologize. I might rewrite this.

Had to eat dinner, back now.

His future wife, even though she doesn’t know it yet. :’)

I really, really hope this doesnt end up as a one-sided love. They’re both so cute but they’ll be even cuter together. And i need someone to ship, my shipping heart needs this, Steven, don’t ruin it.

Oh you adorable marshmallow, they haven’t told you about the birds and the bees yet, eh?

Pearl you wonderful nerd i love you so much.

anonymous asked:

Can I request the RFA+V and Saeran reacting to MC having super bad period pains~ idk sorry it's weird lmao. I love your writing! 💞

Dood, I also have god awful cramps. I hate periods so so much, this is what I feel like when I’m on mine…

Originally posted by sasuke-x

And thank you!! It’s so nice of you to say that~ You have no idea how happy I am when I hear that someone likes my writing!!

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser

Disclaimer: spoilers, blood, and slight mentions of sex???(like sex ed, nothing graphic)

o   Yoosung

·         WHAT IS GOING ON?

·         When he finds you curled up in a ball on your bed groaning from the pain he freaks out

·         He quickly realizes what is going on though since he grew up with his mom, sister, and later on Rika.

·         “Honey, what can I do to help?” he would timidly ask.

·         The sweet lil’ bean would be prepared to do anything he could to help you with your pain

·         Yoosung would grab you some pain medicine and after he saw that you took it, he would probably fly out the door.

·         You would wonder where Yoosung was going for a minute as you would drift off, sleep over taking you as there was a lull in your pain

·         You were awoken a couple hours later to the smell of something wonderful

·         You crept into the kitchen wrapped in a comforter to see your wonderful boyfriend standing at the stove making your favorite dinner

·         sliding behind Yoosung you wrapped your arms around him

·         He jumped in surprise but giggled when he glanced behind him to see you encased in the blanket

·         After dinner and a making sure you took  more pain medicine he tucked you into bed beside him making sure you were comfortable

·         Yoosung would stroke your hair as you fell asleep nuzzled beside him whispering in your ear about how much you meant to him

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Side job today - need another name for it- it’s our company, it’s not our main source of income right now but it will be

More problems with the boys today

Making a bee bath out of my bird bath

New pineapple plant!

Manual labor will be happening tomorrow, lots of it.

I was a fighter, always, I think I was in kindergarten or first grade the first time I got called in for fighting. In middle school I broke a girls nose. When I was fifteen I broke a girls arm and collarbone. I didn’t fight anymore after that.

It Runs in the Family

A little bit for @fangirlforlife2448 who wanted Henry walking in on CS like Emma and Henry walked in on Snowing in season 2.

Crack-ish, semi-smutty fluff with a tiny dose of naval-gazing (literal and figurative) coming up, Hayley! I hope you like it!

1.8k, Rated M for nipple.

She burrows her nose into Killian’s chest, watching the gauzy white curtains flutter over their perfect view of the sunrise, curls her toes into the cool cotton of their bed sheets, and wonders when she got so lucky.

His arm is warm against her bare back and the beat of his heart is solid and steady under her ear and this is her life now. This is her life.

Killian wraps a disheveled curl around his finger, watching the play of light through the golden strands.

“You know,” he says, “I’ve been thinking.”

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@ProBirdRights Twitter  sentence meme
  • I am feel uncomfortable when we are not about me?
  • i not even allowed indoors
  • sunglass fall off my face. how I going to cool? ❞
  • how come sometimes there is talking that don’t isn’t come from my mouth????? But???????? ❞
  • it a bribe I bribing you
  • if I was on moneys economy would crash becase nobod could part with my beauty picture
  • i mildly inconvenience by certain things and i not gonna take it anymore.
  • lets make Amerca best but not as best as me. make it a close second
  • Worried you being spied? It okay NSA too busy watching me be beauty.
  • i look in the mirror and impress with how good at me I am today.
  • my new year resoltution is to presdident
  • I have two potata chip but only one mouth. My life is complicated
  • I been working on my summer bod: it the same as my regular body, but this time more popsackles in it.
  • i could not find any worm today so i put a spaggettis in some dirt.
  • will I be my valentine yes i do.
  • just because i think human not should able marry it not mean i a humaphobe i just afraid of humans their hands weird???
  • I will chase you Dortito. I will chase you from here to cornternity.
  • I went inside the dollars bank today to figure how money works. then I found the candy bowl. I not allow inside bank anymore. ❞
  • if i stand on one foot it definite intentioneal and not cause i forget where is the other one.
  • i pride in me for being best. The best.
  • i’m don’t want to sing with no mary poopins. i only in it for the spoonsful of sugar make it two
  • three page tax code??? how about a 0 page tax cod i don’t reading???
  • uhm i starting suspect big bird is not a bird at all.
  • pepole who say i doesn’t spelling good hello we not a spelling bee??? i’m could eat that bee.
  • oops I forgot which end is my bottom oh there it is safe and sound
  • i’m wake up on the right side of the nest ever morning because i remember i’m me again
  • I promise I not eat you. ok i don’t promise.
  • i open a theme restraunt it called bird and you put bread on the floor and I eat it. also skeeball.
  • when I’m put my ear hole to a  chip, I can hear the potatocean.
  • I tried get on a uber but I fell off
  • uhm but I could suprem court justice??? i bring my own gavel. It a marshmellow on a pretzel and I already ate it okay.
  • i was not done sharing the truth???
  • please dont go away i love you not just for your biscits mainly for your biscits
  • we need stop with all the politlical correctedness and start with the political wrongness
  • you raise good point but may I suggest I MOST pretty???“
  • oh so does a rabbit lay eggs?? No????? get your own holiday.
  • obama not yet address improtant issue of sometimes I accident eat a baby carrot because it seems cheeto???
Nightmare (Joker x Reader)

So I decided to to do a little fluff, because I haven’t done an imagine in a while so here you go puddins 💚

Prompt: Joker has a nightmare and decides to call the reader over to his apartment and cuddle with her.

Pairings: Joker/Reader

Warnings: Fluff all over, small and simple, not himself (Sorry if you were expecting it)


It was around 2 in the morning. My eyes were shut tightly trying to focus on the one thing that mattered right now. Sleep. All day today I was a busy bee. With having to check up on my mom once in a while at the hospital, going to work at the coffee shop, studying for the finals that are coming up in a few weeks, and paying a visit to my love bird. I know it was a lot, but surprisingly I seemed to have kept up with the task. I felt at peace having to be able to finally relax and just sleep things off. But luck seemed to not be on my side because my phone began to ring on the nightstand, causing me to groan in frustration. I opened my right eye peering down at my phone. The brightness illuminating the dark room. I squinted my eye from the intensity of the light before lazily reaching for it. Considering how short my arms are (I can relate to this) it took me all the strength I could receive. I placed the tip of my index finger on the screen slowly dragging it towards my way before fully getting a grasp on my phone that continued to ring. I glanced at the caller ID reading ‘My Crazy’ meaning it was the clown prince himself. I groan in aggravation at the lack of sleep that i was receiving before answering the call. I placed the phone up to my ears closing my eyes before answering. “Hello.” I spoke groggily. “Doll face come over now.” He ordered. His voice quivered as if he was frightened of something. My eyebrows drew confused of why he spoke like that. I squinted my eyes in the dark raking my fingers through my hair shaking my hair, and licking my chapped lips. “What the hell J it’s 2 in the morning, what the hell could possibly be going on around this time?” I replied frustratingly. “I don’t have time to talk about this right now, just get your ass up and come over here. Or would you like for me to get Frost to bust down that damn door of yours and pick you up. Your choice.” He said harshly. But I can sense the smirk that featured on that face of his. I rolled my eyes letting out a huff replying. “Be there in 5…ass whole.” before ending the call and threw the phone on my bed. I rubbed my crusty eyes, stretching my arms out and letting out a soft yawn before getting up in my drowsy state and slipping on a pair of slippers before grabbing my keys and phone and heading out the door in nothing but silk shorts and and a tank top. My hair put up in a messy bun. I got into my car heading to J’s place that was 5 minutes away. After the short drive I got out and headed up in the elevator that led to J’s flat. My phone dinged in my hand. I opened up to see that I got a message from him *Are you here? I swear if you stopped to get something to eat!* He threatened which only caused a giggle to rise from my throat. I am a huge eater. No matter what situation or time it is I always seemed to be calm with food. But surprisingly tonight, I had no appetite. My main goal was to go to bed, but I guess J thought other wise. The elevator binged and the door slid open revealing the living room. I stepped into his cold flat looking to my right seeing frost sitting at the counter looking at his phone. But once my entrance was made clear he looked up giving me a soft smile. “Hey frosty. Is J in his room?” I asked giving him a grin in return. He could tell I was tired by the way I looked, and sounded. He nodded giving me a soft pity smile, knowing well enough J forced me to come. I walked up the stairs and down the hall to the last door on the left. I turned the knob of the door opening it and stepped into his room. The room was dimly lit. The only light source seemed to be coming from the lamp that was placed on the night stand next to his bed. I then saw him. His bare pale back faced me. His head in his hands, as his arms rested on his knees. I could hear his breathing becoming harsh. Still not knowing my presence in the room I slowly placed my keys and phone on the dresser that stood next to the door. I carefully walked towards the bed dipping on it feeling the smooth maroon silky sheets comforting my legs, as I crawled towards him. I knew then he figured out that I was here. I kneel behind him snaking my arms around his neck, stopping at his chest, feeling his defined abs. “Hey, what’s the matter J?” I spoke to him softly placing my lips onto his cheek. I waited for his response, but nothing came from him. “J…you can’t just sit there and call me early in the morning and force me to come over if you have nothing to say.” I said, already stressed enough that I had to wake up this. Still no answer. I dropped my arms from around him letting out a sigh giving up. I was about to leave the bed and go home when his hand caught my wrist causing me to halt. I looked back at him to meet with his with his blue eyes. He looked tense. His eyes held something that I wasn’t used to. He looked uneasy. “Baby what’s the matter?” I asked starting to get anxious. He looked down as if in embarrassment. Why is he acting so strange? “Please stay here.” He begged quietly. I was almost taken aback by this sudden sentence. The Joker never begs…ever. Why all of a sudden was he so vulnerable. So fragile, and sounded so…weak? I instantly crawled closer to him than before placing both my hands on his cheeks making him look at me. “J…what’s the matter?” I asked more worriedly. He bit the inside of his cheek looking down not wanting to make eye contact with me before he answered “I had a nightmare.” He replied quietly. Once those words came out of his mouth I immediately felt relieved, closing my eyes and sighing. “Baby, you scared the shit out of me. I thought it was something worse.” I said. He growled rolling his neck before looking back up at me. “Stay here. Don’t go.” He commanded. I giggled and caressed his cheeks gently before nodding. “Okay.” I spoke softly, and he pulled me to lay down on the bed with him. His arm wrapped securely around my waist as I had my head placed on his pale chest. We layed there silently as I traced the tattoos that were scattered across his chest, hearing the sound of him purring which calmed me down a bit. “I didn’t peg you as much of a cuddling type.” I spoke truthfully. Though this does bring a smile to my face knowing that there was a soft spot in him. “Oh doll face, don’t get used to it.” He said. I could already tell he was smirking. I giggled pecking his chest before closing my eyes, hopefully I can get the sleep I deserved.