I have a feeling this scene will cause the big fight in 2x13 because maggie hates Valentine’s Day and it looks like alex is surprising her at her apartment. Maybe they’ll argue and maggie will walk out, only to realise the mistake she made which leads her to surprising alex at the end of the episode with the dress scene.
Do you guys realize that they are gonna have such an issue with the amount of robins and/or batgirls one day, that it’s probably going to be cannon that Jason and Dick were Robin at the same time? Or Damian and Tim? Just so Bruce can stay under the age of 40?
One day Damian is gonna be like 19 and DC is gonna swear to us up and down that Bruce hasn’t even hit over the age of 30. All of us are looking at the rest of the family like “bro how are none of them aging?!” And it’s like “oh Tim is 20 though, he can almost drink "lol” and “Dick is in his mid 20’s oh no! Getting too old!!” And “But Jason is just 23” and “Bruce might be 28….and a half”
Worst case scenario, they are gonna introduce another Robin that gets super popular, and everyone is so excited about this one, but unfortunately for this one to stick around they reaaaaaaally need to get rid of the least popular one at the current time after that new one, (Jason or Tim?? Idk) or change up the background of that one “unpopular” Robin so completely, so that that character can still be around…they just aren’t affiliated with the batfamily as much anymore. (Like saying Jason was trained by someone else, etc., who knows man)
Or even weirder, they are gonna be like “oh well Damian came around at the age of 5, that’s when Bruce-man found out about him, he was still a little jackass that he had to train him out of, along with being re-potty trained because lord knows that change affects kids man.
That last one is a stretch, but I swear, even now at 4-6 robins DC is pushing it, and Batman is pushing it.
“I hated you,” Laurent says, tracing the scars with his fingertips.
Damen starts, then goes still under Laurent’s touch. “I know,” he says after a long moment, his voice slow and rough.
Damen tends to doze off after sex, in the interval between his climax and Laurent returning to their bed, molding himself against Damen’s warm pliant body. Maybe he’d already been asleep.
Maybe Laurent should’ve kept his mouth shut.
“I hated you so badly,” he says. “I’d been hating you so badly for so long. I couldn’t—”
Damen doesn’t move. He stays exactly where he is, curled up on his side with his back to Laurent. Head bent forward, resting on his hands. The curve of his neck looks both appealing and achingly vulnerable. Laurent wants to touch it, wants to kiss it. Wants to cover it with his mouth and his hands to shield it from the world.
“I fixated on you,” Laurent says. He doesn’t want to say these words. He needs to say these words. He’s been holding them inside for too long. They’ve been growing larger in the space between them, even if Damen hasn’t noticed. “People die in war, in battle. In honest combat. I must’ve known, on some level, that it was foolish to hold you—you personally—responsible, but I did. It was easier, blaming you.”
Damianos, prince-killer. The image of his face forever etched into Laurent’s memory. The whisper of his name. All those years Laurent had carried it with him, a maddening undercurrent to his pulse. Damianos, prince-killer. Damianos, who had slain the man Laurent loved more than anyone.
“And then they brought you in front of me,” Laurent says, “trapped, chained, forced down onto your knees, utterly unable to make sense of what was happening to you. Refusing to believe it.”
The way Laurent had felt, after Auguste’s death.
Damianos, prince-killer, who had unwittingly removed the last obstacle standing between Laurent and his uncle.
Damen is breathing hard, Laurent realizes. Curled up on his side, holding still, taking deep shuddering breaths that make his back tremble under Laurent’s hand.
Laurent should’ve kept his mouth shut, but it’s too late now.
“I hated you for so long,” Laurent says, as his fingertips find a thick, ragged line of scar tissue that runs diagonally down one of Damen’s shoulder blades. The lash must’ve cut especially deep here. Too deep for Paschal’s healing salves to assuage it. “If I hadn’t—”
I would never have been able to forgive you.
I would never have been able to forgive myself for forgiving you.
“I had to,” he says, “I’m sorry,” and he leans down to press his lips to the scar, feels Damen shudder under him.
I never imagined I’d even get 10 followers. Now I have this many and I’m ??? Questioning why y'all follow me but here we are lmao. I lost some while I was inactive (which is fine!!) So I decided to do this. I love my followers so much.
Tell you what, if I can get to 3,370 I’ll do another Inuyasha raffle.
-1st place is gonna get a commission ticket from an artist of my choice (meaning I’ll pay for the art, you choose what it is)
-2nd gets an Inuyasha related keychain from etsy
-3rd gets a fanfic, whatever you want as long as it’s Inuyasha related from me 💖
Summary: Elsa supposes one can come across all sorts of people at the campus laundromat, especially when it’s 2am on a Wednesday. What she doesn’t expect are two hunters stripping out of their bloody clothes and acting as if this is a nightly occurrence. Elsanna, supernatural elements, one shot.
I have no interest whatever in hearing or otherwise entertaining ‘the other side’ of the Pewdiepie story. He’s a racist, antisemitic piece of garbage. If you comment or send me messages and try to defend him to me, I will block you, because I have neither the time nor the patience for ignorant children or obsessive stans who will defend him to the death, no matter what kind of heinous bullshit he pulls.