the old times were the best

【Non-No Magazine January 2018】 100 answers from BTS - JIMIN’s part

Q43: What’s your favorite season? 
A: I like the feeling of winter. My hometown Busan doesn’t really snow. When I was around 6 or 7 years old, there was an unusual heavy snowfall, I looked out of the window and it was completely white, it was so impressive. Playing outside with my family and friends was a good memory too. 

Q44: What do you want the most right now? 
A: The time to travel. I want to go to Japan first! I heard that Halloween in Japan is very popular, I want to participate and dress up in a perfect costume that no one would recognize me. 

Q45: What subject were you best at during your school days? 
A: P.E, Art, Science and Mathematics. I really liked ball sports in the past. 

Q46: What would you do to manage your body figure? 
A: Depending on different period, I would change the amount of food that I eat. I don’t really work out though. When I take off my clothes, I feel that I got really thin. So sad… (laughs). 

Q47: Your favorite street in Korea?
A: Gangnam. The place where I met the members when I went to Seoul from my hometown. It’s also a place where I could play bowling or snooker with my friends. As expected, it has got to be Gangnam! 

Q48: Fashion item that you want to wear this winter? 
A: I was planning to buy something later and then decide my winter fashion. Hopefully you guys can see me in cool coats or cute knitwear.

Q49: What did you do before you went to bed yesterday? 
A: After I finished recording a variety show, I lied down and fell asleep as soon as I got home (laughs). 

Q50: What did you dream of last night?
A: I was still recording the show in my dream (laughs). If I could pick a dream, I want to fly in the sky! 

Q51: Recently, is there any incident that made you laugh out loud? 
A: I would burst out laughing when I hear Jin hyung say useless things. It was so useless, it’s a shame that I don’t remember what he said (laughs). 

Q52: What hairstyle do you want to try?
A: An impactful style… I don’t know if it would suit me or not, like all combed-back style.

Q53: If you had a time machine, what do you want to do? 
A: In the past, I’d want to fix the past or it would be fun to go to the future and take a peek at my future-self. But now, I don’t want to go anywhere, because I don’t want to miss the things in front of me at the time. The feeling of wanting to live every moment fully became stronger.

Q54: Favorite word/ phrase? 
A: ‘Thank you’, I think these 2 words are full of vitality when you say it. 

Q55: Thoughts on the 2017 Japan tour? 
A: It’s a tour that once again made me feel that having concerts are fun! As we’re getting closer to the latter half of the tour, my gratitude towards the members got stronger, it’s also a chance to review myself again. 

Q56: The moment that you think a member is really handsome/ cool? 
A: Hoseok hyung’s dance is so amazing! Especially, his performance in 'Mic Drop’ (which will also be included in the 8th Japanese single that will be released in December) is very cool. It’s a must-watch.

SUGA; RAP MONSTER; JUNGKOOK; JIN; V; J-HOPE & GROUP

Trans: KIMMYYANG
Scan: myheaven0624

tinglingsquidsense  asked:

What kind of things did you all get up to when you went horseback riding? Did you do barrel racing? Jumping? Trekking? Who was the best rider?

“Just as Virg and I got old enough to go out trekking on our own for more than a day at a time, we moved to a secret island in the middle of an ocean.” Scott sighs, a little regretfully but only a little because horses were never really fast enough for him.

ARMY 4th: BTS ROLLING PAPERS TO EACH OTHER:

Jungkook’s rolling paper by the members: 

Namjoon: You have no mental sharpness but you are good looking. You are like the main character of an anime. you have so much passion. your eyes and body are massive. You really love Muji Tea. Number 1 at making our team’s average age younger. Jeon Jungkook <3 the ‘guk’ (Broth/soup) that I love the most? Bean paste soup ~ <3

Jin: Jungkook turn on your speakers quieter at home. Come with me to the water park again. Let’s not forget (to go)

Yoongi: Jungkook you are trying to write music lately. If you have something you don’t know, use the internet. I am not a professor/genius. To be honest. I am too lazy to help you hahaha. I’m joking. I will help you a lot. So gain strength. Hwaiting!! (a cheering)

Hoseok: Jungkook-ah!!! Turn down the volume of the speakers in our dorm. I can hear it even in my room. -_- You pig!!

Jimin: Just continue growing up like you have until now. Just don’t grow up taller. Just grow up kind.

Taehyung: Jungkook-ah. It’s hyung … really I’m hyung (He is saying that he is older than him) … you became nicer and gentler lately. *acting cute* let’s have fun/play together.

Taehyung’s rolling paper by the members

Namjoon: You are so loud when you play (computer)  games. you bother me but I also snore so I understand you. You are the best looking these days. You are like a farmer. You were born as an idol. You are glued to Gucci. you are so innocent/pure. You have no mental sharpness (not able to catch into things quickly) but you are so cute. So lovable. Kim Taehyung <3 the 'hyung’ that I love the most? a-hyung <3

Jin: When you’re playing games please be a little bit quieter. But you have become brighter these days and that makes me very happy. I hope you make the world brighter with your brightness.

yoongi: It’s right that you do everything to the best of your abilities.try your hardest. It’s right that you play games very passionately. Since you do everything very passionately, let’s passionately enjoy music and games too. Hwaiting.

Hoseok: taehyung-ah hyung always loves you ~~ <3 <3  stop sleeping with the air conditioner on. You will get sick ~ <3 <3 stop playing games so much ~ <3 <3 study with hyung instead <3 <3

Jimin: I don’t know since when but you seem to have become more like an adult, but you are also always like a kid (satori). My friend, stop playing games so much before I go throw your computer away. Wake up when I wake you up my friend. I will shove my hands in your armpits. (drew V as the heart figure he always draws himself as). thank you my friend (In tiny letters).

Jungkook: V hyung! Hyung, stop biting me it hurts so much I am going to die. I always feel this way but you are so good looking.

Jimin’s rolling paper by the members

Namjoon; You are sometimes cunning but also sexy, short, attractive when you dance, you always work so hard, you like billiard, you changed the most, but you aren’t obvious Chimchim <3 THE 'Chim’ (acupuncture) that I like the most? Poison acupuncture. 

Jin: Jimin-ah you are an angel. I will do a three lettered acrostic poem using your name. park: In park’s family something good happened. Ji: You are a very cool friend. Min: Min Yoongi 

Yoongi: Jimin you are always doing things to the best of your abilities and that’s so charismatic. Let’s be together for a very long time. I applaud your hard work. thank you.

Hoseok: Jimin-ah our Jiminie who is the most attractive in the entire world ~~ <3 <3 when you go back to our dorm today, please clean the things on your desk ~~<3 <3 have strength!!

Taehyung: Jimin-ah~ even if you do aegyo (act cute) to my eyes you are not cute at all ~ do it to a certain amount ~ but when I see that cuteness thank you *acting cute* 

Jungkook: jimin hyung! be thankful that you are older than me. I am kidding, hyung you are always shining!!! Rice cake (jimin’s nickname) forever!!!

Namjoon’s rolling paper by the members:

Jin: Mon-ah I pick up a lot of things that you drop on the plane for you. I wonder how you have so many friends that are like moms around you. But you are cool.

Yoongi: Our eternal leader Rap Monster. Even though I don’t say it I respect you a lot. please always gain strength hwaithing. Thank you.

Hoseok: My center!! My supportive friend Rap Mon!! Namjoon~~~should we go for chicken and beer??

Jimin: A person that drops everything x 18. Stop dropping your phone hyung. You look so cool when you do solo stages. You are the number 1 coolest person when you are on stage. When you are off stage you are the number 1 dummy.  

Taehyung: Watching our leader who’s always cool, I learn something every day. Continue teaching me composing and producing and stop dropping things ~!! Kim Namjoon is the awesome and the best looking.

Jungkook: To RM. you are sleeping behind me right now and you look very very handsome. please continue showing us your cool side <3

Hoseok’s rolling paper by the members

Namjoon: You are often like a horse, but you pull us like a horse. You are like an angel 1004-9 (sounds like “you’re like an angel” in Korean). the most professional. When I see you my heart feels at ease. you dress nicely. Your shoulders got bigger. You’re very neat. You work hard to make songs lately. The point of our choreography. Jung Hoseok <3 the 'seok’ that I like the most is? Kim Jiseok hyung <3 (making a joke about liking another actor with 'seok’ in his name)

Jin: Hoba, your existence guides/leads my path. you teach me dancing and if I’m about to go down the wrong path you yell at me. You are scary :( I’m sorry I was wrong :(

Yoongi: Your bright energy always gives us hope. I hope you always stay bright and hopeful.

Jimin: You are a cool hyung whether it’s on stage or off stage. you’re such a perfect roommate that people who use their bedrooms alone don’t make me jealous. Sometimes you’re really like an adult and sometimes you are such a silly hyung. You are a hyung that always goes shopping with me. you are a hyung that’s brighter than anyone but also a hyung that gets tired faster than anyone. you are a hyung that loves seafood that I can’t eat. you are a hyung that’s always always loud. You are a hyung that always makes fun of me but also tells me that I’m cool. let’s not be sick.

Taehyung: Hoseok hyung you are someone that makes me laugh. You are someone that gives me joy. you are a hyung that takes care of me. I’m always thankful and I love you. Our hope.

Jungkook: Hope hyung. You are always a bright energy! Thank you for always making the environment happy. I’m catching up to your producing!

Yoongi’s rolling paper by the members: 

Namjoon: I wish you would gain some strength. when I look at you sometimes, you really are good looking. You are often very attractive lately. Your body is very weak, you are like a grandpa. I don’t know since when but you started wearing only black clothing. You got a bit more tanned so you are like brown sugar now. Your music is cool. MinSuga who is important to BTS <3 The 'ga’ that I like the most is? Shim Chunga (an old Korean folk tale)

Jin: Yoongi-ah you are my roommate, even when we marry let’s live together and be roommates how is that? 

Hoseok: Suga hyung!! I always have a thankful heart towards you ~~ <3 <3 I am also thankful for the gift you gave me recently <3 <3 <3 I anticipate you hyung ~~<3 I will give you a birthday gift this time ~ !! <3

Jimin: It makes me happy seeing you laugh often. Always stay this way. Don’t faint when you get older and do extraneous activities. you are very attractive when you perform these days.

Taehyung: A hyung that is pretty doing many things, and smiling. Don’t be sick, always be healthy, and make only good memories. The best smile angel of the universe Min Yoongi hwaiting (cheering)

Jungkook: suga hyung. let’s go eat lamb skewers one day. let’s lose weight first though!!!

Jin’s rolling paper by the members

Namjoon: Your mental age is like 2.6 years old, but you love eating. When you drive, when you play the guitar, when you are good at things at times, you are the most attractive. Your age worth is -99999999 won. You are often cute. You were a lot more attractive when we debuted, but you are still good looking. Kim Seok-jin <3 the 'jin’ that I love the most is? Crane wing formation (in Korean)

Yoongi: Jin hyung please act your age … I’m joking. It’s fun seeing you so bright lately! Thank you!!

Hoseok: Jin hyung that I love. I’m so glad that you are the oldest hyung in our team ~~~ !! please act your age though!!~<3<3

Jimin: I’m thankful that you are you. You’re the funniest out of all of us. I think this often lately, but you’re really good looking. You’re also like an old man though … also like a child … also like a fool … also like an angel … Thank you hyung.

Taehyung: Jin hyung please come back to the time when you were good looking~!! Now *sigh* .. never mind .. I like you. also, hyung you match short hair a lot. everything Jin does is good. have strength always!

jungkook: Jin hyung … It’s so tiring stooping to your level but when I see you it’s so fun and joyful … please remain that way. Aja! Aja! hwaiting (cheering).

Cr rosoidai 
That took me like forever to write. Hope you enjoy it ^^ @mimibtsghost

Got asked to "step down" from a position.

Years ago, I taught Sunday school on a voluntary basis at a megachurch in my town. There were so many children in this church that classrooms were made available to group children with Sunday school teachers for every year of their life until middle school and high school, at which point they attended a larger group with similarly aged peers in separate wings of the building. I taught two-year-olds, and loved every moment of it.

My classroom boasted a huge number of children, at about 20-25 per service. I was supposed to have an adult co-teacher, but all the other adult volunteers were sent to other classrooms with a “higher need”. I had two high-school-aged volunteers, best friends, who often spent service time playing together, despite repeated approaches to asking them to play with the children (one of my volunteers was the director’s son, who I couldn’t replace because of his mother, and who clearly did not want to be volunteering).

Despite this, and despite inheriting a huge classroom full of several special needs children, my children played calmly throughout service, and enjoyed a routine and simple rules I set to run the classroom efficiently. Children arrived, played calmly, sang songs, ate snack, and went home.

Even in the face of this obvious evidence that my classroom was running efficiently, I was repeatedly asked by church leaders to adopt certain mannerisms around children I found inauthentic and frankly patronizing. I don’t and won’t speak in a high-pitched voice to anyone, child or adult. I don’t and won’t use words like “upsie daisy”. These requests were persistent. It was the opinion of the church that I was not “warm and welcoming” enough. It was modeled again and again that the church would prefer I was overanimated in a HUGE SMILE HUG “I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE” kind of greeting.

One summer day we were all called (some 50+ room leaders and volunteers) into a mandatory meeting. You know those meetings where you instantly know they’re talking about you? The policies on words like “upsie daisy” were now set in writing, and I was shortly asked to step down for not using these phrases. I was not allowed to prepare my children for the transition to a new Sunday teacher. I was immediately replaced (by a friend, actually) and was fairly crushed about the sudden break from little people I liked spending time with. And furthermore, it made me question my abilities to work with children, an endeavor I had already devoted my life to.

Unbeknownst to my church, I had long been working at a career in early childhood intervention, teaching a classroom full of two-year-old child victims of trauma and abuse with a heavy case load of special needs children. My coworker called me over one Monday, as I was the twos teacher, asking what I made of this email she had just received concerning a church with an out-of-control twos room requesting that someone come consult with their new staff and help implement some new classroom techniques to “manage difficult behaviors”.

Naturally, I agreed to do the consult in person as soon as possible, and asked my coworker to let them know I would meet with them on a completely voluntary basis at their next Sunday service.

It was absolutely my pleasure to greet my church leaders and friend as their specialist consultant, to their confused surprise.

I walked them through all sorts of interventions and strategies I had previously used to create a calm classroom environment and strongly advised against the use of overly excited greetings and phrases like “upsie daisy” in place of direct redirective requests (e.g. “Please put your feet back on the floor.”) It was my strong written recommendation that the written policies on these strategies be amended and for staff to be immediately retrained in accordance with actual therapeutic practices.

It was my last time stepping foot in that church, and will forever remain my most deliciously cherished memories of vindication.

Harry Styles Meets Fan Injured in Manchester Attack, Dedicates Performance to Her

Sweet creature, indeed! Harry Styles shared a touching moment with a teenage fan injured in the Manchester terror attack while filming his BBC concert special on Wednesday, August 30.

The former One Direction singer, 23, dedicated a performance of his song “Sign of the Times” to Freya Lewis, who was hospitalized for multiple fractures, lacerations and burns after a suicide bombing at Ariana Grande’s concert at the Manchester Arena in May. The attack left 22 people dead, including Freya’s best friend Nell Jones.

“[Harry] said he was dedicating [the song] to his friend Freya,” the 14-year-old girl’s sister Georgia Lewis exclusively tells Us Weekly. “We were all crying after that.”

Styles performed tracks from his self-titled debut solo album in front of a live studio audience in Manchester on Wednesday evening, in addition to sitting down for an interview with his friend and BBC Radio 1 host Nick Grimshaw. After the show, Styles headed backstage to meet Freya.

“It was an incredible night,” Georgia tells Us. “Freya was very happy and extremely emotional to meet him.”

【Japan Official Fanclub Magazine Vol.2】BTS My Biography – Suga’s part

From a mischievous child to a young boy that loves to read

Born in Daegu, South Korea’s 3rd biggest city, which is located in the south. I lived there until I came to Seoul. I was just an ordinary child, I always liked to mess around. So, the teacher in nursery didn’t really like me (laughs). I remember that I always got told off “it’s dangerous!” I liked sports and I was especially good at running. From primary school to high school, I often got chosen to participate in the relay race. And I was above average in studying.

When I was a child, I really liked to go out to play with my friends. But as I grew up, I wasn’t that fond of going out to play. Even when I went out to play, we just met in the park, there were nothing to do though. I didn’t like that, so I usually stayed at home along on the weekends. My mother said: “you should go out to see your friends sometimes.” (laughs)

I liked to collect, so I collected a lot of books when I was a child. Because at the time, I wanted to be cultivated, I wanted to pretend that I’m civilized. So, I read many grown up novels, poetry anthology, literary works and news articles which didn’t suit me… I read all genres of books. I don’t know why but from middle school onwards, I started to have the habit of reading from the back page. Now, I would read books sometimes. My reading speed is quick because I read chunks of writings.

First love in primary school… I honestly don’t have any memories about that. Unlike Seoul, the place I live in is quite conservative. Especially in my school, it’s rare to see boys talking to girls. Even being next to a girl made me shy, I didn’t even say a thing.

Encountered Hip-Hop
Started to compose music in middle school

I became interested in music when I was in 5th grade of middle school, I saw the Korean artist Stony Skunk’s performance on TV. At the time, the genre Ballad was in its prime. If 18 teams were on a music show, 10 would be ballad groups, 5 would be idol groups and the remaining 3 would be other genres, Stony Skunk was one of the 3. Stony Skunk was really cool, their style is so different from the other groups. I’ve never been interested in music before that, but under the influence of Stony Skunk, I started to listen to Hip-Hop and Reggae music. I was also influenced by Epik High. MP3 players were getting popular at the time but I bought a Panasonic CD player and listened to music with that.

That’s how I started to listen to music, and at the same time I started to write song as well. No one told me to do it, but I just felt like I should write something. I started to write rap lyrics in primary school and started to compose music in middle school. At the time, no one around me liked Hip-Hop. Although Hip-Hop is getting popular again in Korea but when I encountered Hip-Hop, it was a genre that was popular from a long time ago. You probably couldn’t find anyone who raps on the street, apart from me. My friends complained when I sang rap songs in the karaoke room. You know there’re those special hand gestures in Hip-Hop, I got laughed at because I did those gestures.

Despite all of that, I continued to like Hip-Hop. I got to perform on the stage for the first time in 2nd of middle school. I performed Dynamic Duo’s ‘Go Back’ with my friends. I don’t like standing in front of many people but I just felt like I had to do it. I wanted to show off the rap that I’ve been practicing, although I wasn’t that great (laughs). Actually, I wanted to attend an arts high school, so I even produced classical music. But arts high school is too expensive so I attended an ordinary high school. I said to my father, “I’ve made enough music, I’ll study properly when I’m in high school.” But I never kept my promise (laughs).

Joined an underground crew in hometown, started to work as an underground rapper

I produced music in middle school for self-satisfaction, and I made songs in a hobby level. But after I changed the MIDI equipment, I started to make music properly. When I was in 1st grade of high school, I made a person to listen to my song, he was a teacher to me and he really liked it. Then he introduced me to a Hip-Hop crew called ’D-Town’ and I joined in. That song had a New Age music feeling to it but the Hip-Hop beats were like Nujabes. For your information, the teacher that acknowledged me studied in Berklee College of Music and now he’s a music director for movies. After I joined the crew, I started to learn rap properly. Although I’ve been rapping since primary school but since no one around me raps, so I always thought I was the best (laughs).

This is how I started my underground activities in Daegu. It also made me realize that working in the underground scene is difficult to make a living. The hyungs that I worked with was 10 years older than me, there were even people over 30 years old. They had to work part-time along with making music, it looked so tiring. I really hated the fact that it was difficult to gather 100 audience when we try to hold a live performance. I thought “if I succeed, can I be the bridge between mainstream music and underground music?” There are many people that makes great music in the underground scene, so I thought when I become famous, I’ll give them a better environment to work in and I want to let the world hear my hyungs’ music.

And at the same time, I heard that BigHit Entertainment was holding an audition in Daegu. I only knew that producer Bang Shi Hyuk established the company but I still auditioned. The next day, I got the notice that I passed the audition. Later, someone told me that when he saw me, he immediately gave me a pass. Even though my rapping wasn’t really good at the time (laughs).

Came to Seoul, became a trainee
Ran counter to his (original) intention?!

I can still clearly remember the day that I came to Seoul, 7th November 2010, when I was in 2nd grade of high school. When I joined the company, my original intention wasn’t to become a rapper, I wanted to become a producer. So, I thought I didn’t need to dance, and I can leave rapping to those that are good at it. I thought I only need to be a producer. But that wasn’t the case (laughs). At the time, the company wanted to debut a group consists of rappers, rather than an idol group. However, the plan changed at the end. The members at the time were Rap Monster, J-Hope and I. Including Supreme Boi, i11evn hyung who’s currently working in the underground scene, and IRON hyung, who was one of the finalists in ‘Show Me The Money 3’. I think if we debuted like that, our rapping would be outstanding but we would probably have failed (laughs).

Rapper & Producer
Suga’s future goals

I’m able to walk on the path of music, it’s because of my brother, who’s 4 years older than me. Under my influence, my brother started to like Hip-Hop too. No one supported me in my family when I went to audition, except for my brother. They don’t approve of making music. My relatives even said to me: “what can you achieve from making music, just study properly.” So, I could only share my songs with my brother, he was my only listener. And I told my brother first when I passed the audition. We have a good relationship just like friends. I don’t usually drink but I drink a bit with my brother. Of course, my family support me now. The relatives that advised me to study even came to ask for my autograph (laughs).

I’ve been thinking lately that I want to be active as a producer. I’m not ambitious about being in the center, I just want to make music. I’m not interested in the entertainment industry, others want to either act or be on variety shows, but I don’t (laughs). Above all, I think the most important for BTS right now is to achieve #1 in Korea and Japan. And, I want to become the best rapper, the best producer. I don’t know how long it will take to achieve that but I’m going to give it a go.

BTS Biography - Jimin (Vol.5)
BTS Biography - V (Vol.3)

Trans: KIMMYYANG (from Korean mondomizel1)

My Reputation story

Finally today “Reputation” arrived to this blondie here…

…and she really couldn’t wait to listen to it…

…So, she put the record on, and in the meantime, she read some drama on TS!!Weekly… 

…and she was very shocked by the discovery of Olivia’s real father!!!

…and she was very touched by that “If you’re anything like me” poem on the very last page. Cause she’s like you. In every word she saw herself: a hurted, lonely, insecure, blondie girl with too much hope in her heart. This girl is like you Taylor, and she always thought that things could get better, but now she truly believe it…

…and she was very happy too see that, on the other side of the world, you Taylor are having the best time of your life, cause you deserve nothing but happiness and love…

…Thank you @taylorswift, for giving us the best music we could ask for. Reputation is so good, I can’t even explain how good it is. This album hit me, like a shotgun shot to the heart. I can’t stop to listen to it, and to relate myself to those lyrics. Through this songs you tell your story, and you tell mine, and the story of millions other people in this world. You were with me, when I had 15 years old and I was dreaming about love. You were with me, when I had 16 and I was dealing with my first love, and I was feeling like a princess in a fairytale. You were with me, when I had 18 and I was going through a very painful heartbreak. You were with me, when I lost myself, and found a new version of me. You are with me now, that I’m trying to break free from this cage that my past choices have built all around me. It’s not going to be easy, but with you and your amazing music by my side, I now that everything is going to be alright.

Thank you, because, like always, you understand me more than anyone else in the world. 

important things to remember

  • it was the best of times the worst of crimes
  • she struck a match and blew his mind
  • but she didn’t mean it
  • and he didn’t see it
  • the ties were black
  • the lies were white
  • and shades of gray in candlelight
  • she wanted to leave him
  • she needed a reason
  • x marks the spot where they fell apart
  • he poisoned the well
  • they were lying to themselves
  • she knew from the first old fashioned they were cursed
  • THEY NEVER HAD A SHOTGUN SHOT IN THE DARK
  • they were driving the getaway car
  • they were flying but they never get far
  • there were sirens in the beat of his heart
  • he should’ve known she’d be the first to leave
  • nothing good starts in a getaway car
  • it was the great escape
  • the prison break
  • the light of freedom on her face
  • but he wasn’t thinking
  • and she was just drinking
  • he was running after them
  • she was screaming “GO GO GO”
  • but the three of them honey was a side show
  • a circus aint a love story
  • now they’re both sorry
  • they were jetset bonnie and clyde
  • till she switched to the other side (to the other si-i-i-iiiiide)
  • it’s no surprise she turned him in
  • cuz those traitors never win
  • she was in a getaway car
  • she left him in a motel bar
  • she put the money in a bag
  • and she took the keys
  • THAT WAS THE LAST TIME HE EVER SAW HER
  • she was riding in a getaway car
  • she was crying in a getaway car
  • she was dying in a getaway car
  • said goodbye in a getaway car

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk

i think the thing about european investment in ducks is like. they’re your friends? almost always i see people say “donald was such a large part of my life” rather than “donald duck comics were such a large part of my life” as in he, personally, i knew him, we had some good times

like you’ve seen every aspect of their domestic daily lives and you’ve seen them at their best and at their most petty and cruel and they’ve just been a constant relatable presence in your life, like the lay-out for german pocket books is such that each starts off with a letter from a character to you, the reader, going “you won’t believe all the shit that went down this month, listen” before they summarise the book’s contents

cheesy old marvel or dc comics might have narration boxes refer to the protagonists as “our heroes” but cheesy old duck comics might refer to “our feathered friends” and i mean obviously it’s a whole different genre and format but it’s a whole different mode of personal engagement too. ducks might still be your heroes but more in the way your dad might be your hero. scrooge mcduck is your grandpa who gets grumpy when his breakfast eggs aren’t perfectly cooked and i think that’s a large part of the appeal

Becoming Human... Almost

Summary: After finding Jack, Sam and Dean bring him to the bunker for you to watch him while they are taking care of business.

Words: 1468

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Originally posted by maplecas

Warnings: None, really. Spoilers for Season 13 at most.


As soon as the Bunker door opened, you looked up. Cleaning and repairing the Bunker while Sam, Dean, and Mary were out to find Castiel and Kelly before Lucifer did. You were sure that “somebody needs to take care of this mess” wasn’t the only reason they wouldn’t let you come along with them.

Dean was the first one to come into view. He looked exhausted, sad. The next person was someone you didn’t know and after him followed Sam. No Mary or Cas.

“Who’s that?” you asked, making all three men look at you, the stranger furrowed his brows.

“Y/N… oh, uh… this is… this is Jack. Lucifer’s son,” Sam explained, trying a smile but you only quirked a brow.

“Lucifer is not my father,” Jack had said, earning a sigh from Dean.

“You’re trying to tell me this grown ass man is Lucifer’s child? Shouldn’t he be a baby?” you only quirked your brow even more.

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jonghyun smirking/smiling for anon

Take my mail? I'll help the state take your kid.

This is what I thought to be somewhat pro revenge but correct me if I’m wrong. Also this is long so tl;dr is at the bottom.

It all started about 4 months ago while I was living in a shitty duplex, in the shitty part of the city where I used to live. I had been living in this duplex for about a year and a half and even though it wasn’t in a good part of the city, no one really bothered us and our neighbors were pretty normal so I didn’t really mind it. At least not until my old neighbors moved out and Satan’s minions moved in.

I knew from the moment I first met them that there was going to be an issue. There were 5 of them all together(three guys, one baby, and one girl), and these were only 1 bedroom places. I tried my best not to judge, so I went over while they were moving to say hello and welcome them to the area. I walked over and said “Hi! How’s it going? I guess you guys are my new neighbors huh?” all 5 of them at the exact same time stopped what they were doing and stared at me. The oldest of the bunch was a guy, and I extended my hand out to shake his, and he just looked at my hand, and then looked up at me and said “What do you want kid?” I replied “Just to welcome you guys to the area. Sorry to bother you.” He just stared at me, so I started to walk off and as I did I looked back and said “Lift with your knees not your back!” just to be an ass. That was the only contact I had with them for the next two weeks.

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Power Cut

Originally posted by yoongichii


Pairing :
Yoongi x Reader
Genre : Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid!au
Word count : 2462

Summary : Yoongi is the cat hybrid you once adopted at an adoption center. You took care of him as best as you could months following his adoption but he still has not erased the distance he voluntarily puts between you.

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5


A dread feeling crawled down the pit of your stomach as your eyes stared blankly at your laptop screen gleaming in the pitch black room. That unexplained feeling coursed through your limbs for some seconds. Although the sole explanation of your reaction was simple and quite logical, you could not prevent your mind from tricking you. Good. Another power cut. Three in one month. These never failed to surprise you but it was also not the first time they got you thinking the worse scenarios. Like a stranger breaking into your flat or something like that. Yeah. Really tiring.

“Damn.”

Almost one minute passed as an annoyed sigh crossed your lips, your hand lazily searching for the phone somewhere on the mess that was your desk. You checked the home screen. 44% of battery. Not bad. It would still do. Power cuts never last really long but you had to busy yourself with something not to get bored when they happened. A part of you believed you were too old for that and another doomed the defective power system of the old building you lived. It happened. But the times they happened were not the best. Far from that.

You carefully made your way to the living room with the phone’s flashlight guiding your steps, the sound of the heavy rain pounding against the windows. Unconsciously holding your breath as you padded to the couch, your grip tightened around your phone as you discovered the skinny frame of the hybrid lying on the couch. The moon rays filtering through the windows were bathing the milky skin of his face in a radiant glow.

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Away From The Promos ~Bill Skarsgard Imagine~

Requested: 

Summary: You are married to Bill Skarsgard and you both have a young son. You try your best to keep him away from the promotions for IT. However, it’s nearly impossible since it’s everywhere. When he sees a commercial, you now have a tough time explaining to him that it’s not real. 

Author’s Note: So my best friend requested this to me when we were volunteering for Key Club and I told her to text me this so we wouldn’t forget. This is her first time requesting an imagine and I’m so lucky to be writing this.

Y/S/N: Your Son’s Name 

Originally posted by alxanderskarsgard


You and Bill had been married for almost 5 years. You both ended up having a four year old boy which you both love with all your hearts. When Bill landed the role of Pennywise, you both agreed not to let your son see anything involving the movie. 

There was one time he almost saw the trailer. You were lucky you caught it in time. Your son, Y/S/N, was in the living room watching the Avengers on TV.

“Mommy! It’s grandpa!” He said, pointing to the TV.

“I see,” You tell him as you continued to clean a little. 

That’s when you looked up to see the TV for a bit. Expecting to see Chris Evans, you instead saw the beginning of IT. You quickly changed the channel making your son look over at you. 

“Mommy!” He whined. 

“Let’s wait for a bit before going back to the movie. Okay?” You said. 

“Okay.”

Now, Bill was doing some for his movie while you were watching over your son. You practically had to ban him from certain channels on the TV now. You felt bad but it was for his own good. 

“Mommy, when is daddy coming back?” Your son, Y/S/N, asked. 

“Soon. He’s just doing some stuff for his next premiere,” You tell him.

“Oh okay. Can I watch YouTube?” He asked. 

“Sure,” you nodded. 

You gave him his tablet which he ran over to the couch. You were finishing cleaning up the house and you were tired. You spent the whole day cleaning, playing with your son, doing errands, you needed a break after this. As you were almost done, you heard a scream. You ran over to Y/S/N to see him throw his tablet on the other side of the couch. 

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” You asked. 

“I…I…I… saw… a… scary…. clown,” He hiccuped between words. 

“Oh my god,” You sighed. You were so tired, you forgot that YouTube played trailers sometimes.

“I want daddy!” Your son said, starting to cry hard. You picked him up and rubbed his back. 

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay. I won’t let the clown hurt you,” You tell him. 

When Bill came home, he came in with a single red balloon. To him, it was suppose to be a joke between you and him. But now, it was no longer a joke you both could share now. 

“Honey, I’m home,” Bill said, making his famous Pennywise laugh. He only meant to make you laugh but your son did not take it so well. Your son screamed before running up to his room.

“Y/S/N!” You said, getting up from the couch. Bill ran in to you with confusion. 

“What happened?” Bill asks you. 

“He saw a trailer for IT,” You tell him.

“Oh shee-it,” Bill said. 

“Come on. Now we have to tell him,” You tell him. 

You both went up to Y/S/N’s room where he was in the corner with his plastic baseball bat. 

“Sweetie, it’s okay,” You said walking over. Your son dropped his bat before hugging you. You picked him up and put him on the bed. 

“Did daddy scare you?” You ask him. Your son nodded. 

“I’m sorry, Y/S/N. Daddy only meant to make mommy scared,” Bill said, kneeling in front of your son. 

“That was mean,” Your son said. You nodded in agreement before kissing your son’s head. 

“You know sweetie, it’s not real. The clown isn’t going to eat you. It’s just from a book,” You tell him. 

“I don’t like clowns anymore,” Your son tells you.

“Me neither,” You mumble. 

“Is daddy the clown from the video?” Your son asked. 

“Uh,” You said.

“No. Daddy is just good at imitating laughs,” Bill answered. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Your son asked. 

“Yeah. Why don’t we have a sleep over?” You asked him.

“But daddy can’t be with us,” Your son said. You held in a laugh as Bill was in shock.

“Daddy should sleep on the couch?” you repeated. Your son nodded making you smile again.

“Okay,” You said. Bill looked up at you with a grin still on his face. 

Your son was now in your room, watching a Disney movie. Bill was in the living room, sitting on the couch. You walked over to Bill and gave him a kiss. 

“You know you can just sneak in when he’s asleep,” you told him.

“I planned on doing that anyway,” Bill said. You smiled as he gave you another kiss. 

“I hope the trailers end as soon as possible,” you tell him. 

“Me too. But in the mean time,” Bill said, standing up to kiss you again.

“Mommy! Where are you?” You hear your son yell. You pulled away and smiled up at Bill. 

“I’ll see you upstairs in a bit,” You said, giving him another quick kiss. 

Empress Allura/Alternate Alteans theory

During episode four, the Alternate Reality (AR) Alteans explain to the team that, 10,000 years ago, AR Allura avenged her father and ‘put down’ Zarkon and the Galra Uprising. Now, the entire plot of this episode is based on the trope ‘au where the good guys are the bad guys’ but… what if the ‘good guys’ were never the good guys at all? What if AR Altea was never like our Altea to begin with?

We’re led to believe that AR Allura killed Zarkon. But, while I fully believe in Original Reality (OR) Allura’s ability to fight Zarkon while fueled by rage and grief, I can’t see her killing anyone in cold blood. When OR Allura can’t believe in mercy, she turns to justice. OR Allura wouldn’t spare Zarkon by any means, but I believe she’d rather see him punished than rotting in a grave. And I also can’t imagine OR Allura ‘putting down’ the Galra. But AR Allura apparently did, and with gusto. Which makes me wonder if maybe… AR Allura was never like OR Allura at all.

The AR Alteans call it the Galra Uprising, and imply Zarkon and his people to be the villains. But history is written by the victors. And 10,000 years is plenty of time for the truth to be skewed. Maybe AR Altea was never kind to begin with. Maybe they were always overly righteous, believing that their way was best. And think about it… the war against Zarkon was called the Galra ‘Uprising.’ An uprising is an act of rebellion, or revolt. Maybe the AR Galra rejected the rule of AR Altea and paid the price for it. Maybe the AR Galra were just trying to get out.

There’s also the fact that AR Allura is Empress of the universe, 10,000 years old, and apparently looks young enough that Commander Hira recognized OR Allura on sight. All signs point to AR Allura using quintessence to stay young, meaning she shares a backstory with OR Zarkon. So if AR Allura has the origin of a villain… maybe it’s because she was always a villain.

Ultimately, this theory doesn’t matter because it’s all speculation with little to no chance of ever being referenced in canon. But I like this theory more than the plot of the actual episode, which implies that ‘the oppressed can become just like their oppressors.’ Which is, y’know. Bad.

CHAPTER ONE: HE’S YOUR FRIEND’S BOYFRIEND.

PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older siblings. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest.  ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )

CHAPTER SUMMARY: reader gets invited to Tina’s halloween party. ( introductory chapter to relationships )

PAIRING: SLOWBURN Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing and Spoilers

WORD COUNT: 800+  ( shortest chapter by far )

There was something different about King Steve. Last year - he was hanging out with those dickheads and douchebags. Now? He had completely ditched them and his attention was focused on Nancy. It was odd, hanging around school and seeing this new, kind of ‘evolved’ Steve. To be completely honest, when your friend first started dating him – you weren’t sure you approved. In fact, you were actually rooting for the Byers boy last year. But this time, he seemed different. He seemed good for her. Helping her deal with the loss of her best friend, something she never truly let you understand. And, you didn’t push her on it because you didn’t want to open old wounds.

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Isaiah Mustafa

The dad to a teenage daughter considers fellow actor Terry Crews one of his best friends. So he was completely caught off guard when, “Someone told me one time they heard me and Terry Crews got in a fight,” the former Old Spice spokesperson says. “I’m like, ‘First of all do you think I’d be standing here if I fought Terry Crews? The man’s huge! He’d like bounce me off a peck or something.’ ” While the two were pitted against each other in a commercial for the deodorant, that’s the closest the pals came to butting heads. “I’m like, 'No we didn’t fight. What are you talking about?,’ ” Mustafa continues. “The dude’s like my brother.”

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The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Eight- Dean x Reader


The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Eight

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 1,935 (A Little Short sorry about that.) 
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.


Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

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I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

You sat twirling a piece of hair around your finger.  Your mind a million miles from your lunch date with Dean. The menu of the restaurant held in front of your face as your bashful nature took hold.  You frowned as you replayed the scene from this morning and blushed again.  

The more you thought about it: the more you wanted Dean. The more you needed him.  The years of hidden feelings coming at you like a tsunami. Your lungs felt like they were filling with water. Breathing was becoming impossible.

Dean was watching as you fidgeted in your seat. The look on your face was pained and he began to worry that he was pushing you too hard.  He reached out and gently touched your arm.  You jumped at the touch and jerked away from him.

“Heh.  Sorry, you scared me.” You mumbled as you grabbed his hand and smiled.   Dean was beaming right back as you laced your fingers with his.

“What’s my girl thinking about?” He mused before putting your menu down.  You shook your head as you chewed your lip.

“Just nervous…”

“About what?” He asked cautiously.

Pressing your lips together before speaking.   You let out a shaky breath before you muttered ever so quietly.

“Later…”.

Dean looked completely shocked as naughty thoughts flashed through his mind.  Pushing those aside, he licked his lips before asking for clarification..

“What’s later?”

“Iwantyoutotakemyvirginity…” You rushed out as were suddenly shaking.  Your face was that beautiful tomato red you had been sporting the last few days.

Dean’s brows furrowed together as he tried to figure out what you had just said.

“What was that beautiful?”. He asked as he leaned towards you.  

When he did so, you let out a squeak.  Your nerves were trying to eat you alive.  Swallowing them back, you found yourself shooting up from your chair.  Your hands slammed on the table before leaning in towards Dean.

“I said….  I WANT YOU TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!” You screamed.

Your eyes flew wide open as it hit you about what had just come out of your mouth. Clamping your hands over your mouth, you let out another scream.  Everyone in the restaurant turning to look at you.

What in hell was going on in your brain?!

Dean was sitting across from you with a surprised look.  He then looked at you in complete puzzlement before the words worked their way down to his crotch.  You were pretty sure the smile he gave you he learned from Lucifer himself.  

This time he dragged that goddamn tongue of his extra slowly across his lips.  You blushed a hundred and thirty shades of red as you sank into your chair.  Burying your face in hands, you, for the third time that day, prayed that God would allow the earth to swallow you whole.  Of course, you had no such luck.  According to the Winchesters, Chuck or God, wasn’t into the whole answering of prayers option.

Dean couldn’t help himself and leaned over you.  Whispering hotly against your ear all the dirty things he was going to do to you that night.

“Fuck, Y/N.  You don’t know many times I’ve dreamed of this.  How many times I’ve wondered what it would be like to pounded myself into your tight little pussy.”  He grunted as his warm breath tickled your ear.  You gasped into your hands when the words made you instantly wet.  Your stomach clenching into knots as you pushed your knees togethers.  It was taking everything in you not to just jerk him out that seat and go back to the motel.  

Jerking your head up, you looked him square in the eye.  Biting your lip and ignoring the chaotic thoughts of fear in the back of your mind, you made the decision to be bold.  You needed this.

“Let’s go, Dean.  I’m not really hungry anymore.”  You muttered.  

Dean didn’t need anymore encouragement as he hopped up out of his seat.  He looked like a kid on Christmas morning.  He was actually giddy as he threw down a few dollars for his coffee.  The rounds of laughter from a nearby table was the first time that you had noticed.  

Everyone in there had been watching the soap opera that was occurring between the two of you.  When Dean grabbed your hand and lead you away, there were even a few rounds of applause.   One woman even cheered for you.  You could only hang your head in mortification.

Once he felt he gotten you far enough into the parking lot, Dean was attacking you.  His lips on yours in a very lewd way.  His arms locking your hips in place as he crushed you to him.  Your tongue reached out to tease his in the kiss as your confidence grew.  Dean Fucking Winchester wanted you.  He wanted you so bad that he was willing to wait and that was what made you want him.  He was a man worth giving up a part of yourself.

Dean groaned when your tongue slipped into his mouth and his instantly meet it.  They moved together as you brought your hands up around Dean’s neck.  His grip on your hips tighten as he pulled you to your tip-toes.  This third kiss was full of fire and want.   

A need for something that was growing between the two of you to blossom fully.  You moaned when he pulled back from the kiss and gently nipped at the juncture of your neck.  Placing sloppy kisses along the path, he came back up to place a fourth and sweet kiss on your lips.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”  He groaned as he lead you to the car.  Your stomach was doing somersaults at the thought of what was to come.   The warmth that spread through you was too much and you were giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush.   Dean didn’t turn around to look at you but his own smile was purely radiant.

The trip back to the motel was just a short five minute drive.  You were shaking again by the time you had arrived, but this time because of the excitement building inside of you.   These new but old emotions that you held for Dean were the best feelings you had in years.  As Dean pulled into the motel parking lot, you allowed yourself to take in a deep breath.   

This was something you had never really thought about in your twenty eight years on earth.  Hunting kept you busy and up to your neck in monsters.  Some people dealt with it by drowning their sorrows in booze and sexual activity.  Some people took up knitting.  You happen to be one of the latter.

You bit your cheek to keep from laughing at yourself as you reached for the door handle. Your hand never came to rest on the handle so you looked up.  Dean was standing there with the door held open for you.  You let a snort pass through your nose.


“Well someone’s a gentlemen when he’s about to get some.  Ain’t he?”  You said with a chuckle.  

Dean smirked at you and held out his hand.  You grabbed it making sure to interlock fingers with him.  Hopping up and out of the seat, you quickly buried your face into his chest.  Giving a girlish squeal, you practically raced to the room door once you pulled away.


Dean was hot on your heels as he fumed with the lock on the door.  You rocked and jumped in place as you waited.  Once the door was flung open, he scooped you up bridal style.  You cried out happily and kicked your feet.  It was a replay from the other night with the spider, but this time you were ready.

Wasting no time, Dean set you down and locked the door behind you.  The sudden darkness of the cool room made your breath hitch in your throat.  This was really happening.   There was no turning back now.

You took the lead this time and moved to the buttons on your shirt.  Slowly you began to unbutton them before sliding your shirt open to reveal your lace scalloped bra.  The quiet ‘fuck’ that slipped out of Dean’s lips made you shiver with anticipation.  You slipped the material off your shoulders and pulled it so that it was in a pool at your feet.  You made quick work of your boots and socks before you stood back up.  The thought struck you that you weren’t wearing any panites under your leggings.  Your eyes widen and you stopped mid-strip tease to blush.

What kind of girl was Dean going to think you were? You slow blinked at your own thoughts.  Yeah, cause Dean Winchester was a saint with a chastity belt.   With that thought you were giggling and ruining the sexy mood you were trying to set.  Your hand came over your mouth as you doubled over in a fit of giggles.  

You might have been still slightly nervous.  You had no idea what you were doing.  You didn’t know where to put your hands.  You didn’t know if it was true about how much it could hurt.  You didn’t know….  You just didn’t know.

Dean shook his head with a low laugh.  You were the cutest thing to have ever graced this earth.  He shed his top layers and jeans before you noticed him.  Shaking your head at your own inner monologue of doom, you felt grateful when Dean pulled you close.


“Don’t worry sweetheart.  I’m going to take it slow.  You’re going to have the best first time.  That much I can promise to my girl.”  

You could only nod in response.  His hand grabbing your own as he pressed his lips against your temple.  Dean  got you to the bed without any fuss.  You shook from nerves but he held you steady against him.   His hands roaming your curves as he made quick work of your pants.  He groaned when he found that you weren’t wearing any underwear.


“So goddamn beautiful.”  He groaned as he bent down and gently kiss the skin above your sex before brining you to the bed.  He pushed your legs wide and settled between- while giving wet kisses to the inside of your thigh.   You let out a shaky breath as your hands moved to the back of his neck.


“Dean… I’m scared.”  You mumbled as his lips pressed closer to your now weeping sex.  Dean pulled away momentarily to cooed reassuring things to you.

“It’s okay, baby girl.  I’m gonna make you feel good.  No need to feel scared.”  


You nodded slowly and parted your legs further apart.  This exposed you to him completely and you couldn’t help but feel high.  This was almost like a dream.    Dean’s nearly pornographic moan made a surge of pleasure tingle through you.  The sensations causing your slickness to pool at your entrance.   He slowly kissed up your thighs before placing a kiss above your sex.  

This was going to be the best day, night, and forever you could ask for.


AN:   :D  Hope you enjoyed the update.  Sorry its short and lacking smut.  I keep lying but all the fluff keeps winning.   I promise that since I will have more time that next chapter will be THE chapter.  No more v-card for reader.  

 Feedback is greatly loved.  Please leave a comment if you have time.  I will be back with an update on Friday.  See you then and enjoy your week!

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Much Love,
Kristina

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Peter Parker being the father of your daughter would include;

Originally posted by peter-and-mj

A/N: I’m so sorry if this is short, I couldn’t think more of what would happen if he had a daughter but I think there would be a bunch of more things i just lack imagination,,

- First of all, he is too excited to hear that you are pregnant??

- When you tell the big news to him, he flips out and immediately tells everyone

- You being shocked when Ned calls you the next day, asking if the child is half spider or not,

- Being overwhelmed with all of his meaningless questions and handing the phone over to Peter because this is his fault after all,

- When the doctor tells you that it’s time for the gender reveal, you want to keep it as a surprise until birth,

- But Peter knows he can’t survive without learning so he drags you back to the examination room,

-  He squeezes your hand as the doctor tells you it’s a baby girl,

- You turn to Peter only to see him already staring at you, tears streaming down his cheeks, smiling,

- Months later, when the baby is finally born, Peter takes a photo of you two, sleeping together in the hospital bed because he can finally see both of his favorite girls together,

- Before the night of your daughter’s first day of kindergarten, you catch Peter watching videos on how to braid hair,

-The next day, you hear screams from the bathroom, quickly get up from bed, only to see Peter trying to hold your daughter in one place in order to comb her hair,

- She fights back and she is quite strong, even stronger than Peter perhaps,

- You laugh at the sight of your husband, struggling to fight a 4-year-old  back,

- “Daddy! Stop this you are hurting my head!”

- “Darling- if you could-” “Just not move for a second!” 

- As the days went by, Peter learns how to braid her hair without hurting her,

- You waking up a morning and surprisingly not hearing the sound of something being broken or just your daughter’s screams,

- You go check them out if everything is okay and you are shocked by what you see

- Peter is perfecting a french braid while your daughter is showing her daddy how she can count to thirty without making any mistake,

- Your daughter keeps telling her friends, her teachers, random taxi drivers, the cashier at Walmart and your next door neighbor that her father can climb up the walls and shoot webs,

- Everyone thinks it’s adorable for her to think that her dad is a superhero,

- Peter catching her putting his mask on very often,

- “Daddy, can girls be superheroes too?”

- “Of course they can honey, come on let me teach you some of my moves,”

- He often takes her to just swing by buildings,

- She feels “tickles on her belly” every time they do that,

- You all attend to your first wedding as a family,

- “I don’t know which one of you is prettier… But I think I’ll go with my girl this time, sorry Y/N” he holds her hand makes her spin around for a few times, she obviously learned this move when her mom and dad went to their anniversary wedding wearing fancy dresses and she knew her dad was impressed when her mom did that

- You acting like you were  jealous when Peter invites your daughter to dance instead of you,

- Him kneeling down because your daughter is only 6 years old and can’t reach to his shoulders,

- Peter’s face lighting up seeing how happy she is,

- You know he is just trying to hold back his tears

- In conclusion, he would be the best father no matter what and you all know that, bYE!

Be Kind To Your Daughters

AN: A request from an Anon who wanted a Bruce xDaughter!Reader who was estranged from the batman side of his life. Hope you enjoy!


You hated the dining room. In your opinion, it was one of the worst features of Wayne Manor. It served no purpose. No one ever sat and ate here, except you and Alfred. To you it would have been better if the two of you could eat in the living room in front of the T.V., at least that way you wouldn’t have to scream across the table at him whenever you wanted to have a conversation.

“Hurry now, Mistress Wayne, I know you enjoy your waffles, but there is traffic today and it will be horrible getting to school,” Alfred says he walks into the dining room and clearly away the dishes that you’d already finished with.

What was worse about the dining room was when Alfred was too busy to eat with you. You hated being alone in this house. Despite the years, you’d been with your father you’d never gotten over the coziness of the small two-bedroom apartment that you and your mother shared. Though, you may have started to feel more comfortable if you thought of your father as a parent rather than a sperm donor, and even sometimes that description didn’t fit.

“What about Damian?” you question, “Isn’t he coming with us?”

“I’m afraid not miss, your father had to pull him out of school today.”

“I see,” you say pushing away from the table. “I’ll wait by the door.”

“Of course, just give me a moment.”

Walking through the halls was something else you hated about the manor. Instead of having pictures and paintings of animals or flowers the way normal people had, most of the artwork that decorated the halls of Wayne Manor was of members of the Wayne family. Every time you walk past them, you’re constantly reminded that you look nothing like the man called your father. Not your hair color, eye color, or facial structure. You were, in essence, a carbon copy of your mother. In fact, if it had not been for the DNA test, you probably wouldn’t have been dropped off to live here with him.

Alfred finds you leaning against the couch in the entrance hall waiting for him with your school bag in hand.  “Ready for the first day of your last year, Mistress Wayne?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you say with boredom filling your tone and walking toward the door. Before the turn the knob you through a quickly glance over your shoulder. You wouldn’t admit it if anyone asked what you were looking for, but you had hoped that he would at least come down to send you on your way off for the first day.  You were disappointed but not surprised when you didn’t see him, it’s not like you were important to him.

***
“Fifty Million Dollars?” Damian questions watching the screen.

“Syphoned out of the bank using a virus. It’s untraceable and the perfect crime,” Dick adds.

Bruce doesn’t respond, but they know he feels frustrated. This was the second time the Bank of Gotham had been hit in two months, and it was for the same amount of cash as well. He hadn’t been able to solve the case then, and he didn’t know if he would be able to do it now.

“Master Bruce, I’ve just finished dropping of the young miss at school,” Alfred’s voice sounds over the intercom.

“Thank you, Alfred.”

“She was looking for you, sir.”

Bruce pauses, “Did she need something?”

“I think she was hoping her father would see her off on her first day back to school, sir.”

“I don’t have time, I’ll make it up to her, Alfred.”

“Very well, sir.”

Its silent in the room, save for the slight tapping of Dick’s shoe.

“You have something to say?” Bruce asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Just that, you could have eaten breakfast with her, or something,” Dick says with a shrug.

“If she’s so immature that she’s upset that she had to eat alone, who would want to deal with her?” Damian says with a shrug.

“Don’t be a jerk,” Dick says with a sigh. “What I mean is, she doesn’t know about any of this stuff. When it was me and I had to be alone at least I knew why. If I was her I’d think my father hated me.”

Bruce felt the guilt pool in his belly, had he given you than impression? Maybe he should have interacted more. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to talk to you. You were like the others, all hurt in some way, but something about you had been different. Nothing that he did when you first came to stay with him after your mother died had been able to console you, and as a result he winded up letting you work out your issues yourself. Perhaps that was the wrong tactic, especially considering in the five years you’ve been with him, he can’t remember a time when you the both of you had willingly spent more than ten minutes in the room together.

“Alfred,” he calls as he presses a button on the intercom. “I’ll pick her up from school.”

***
“Will Damian be in school tomorrow?” The older woman asks.

“I believe he will, he just had a fever this morning,” you say with a pleasant smile. You hoped she couldn’t tell how much your cheeks were twitching in pain from the small smile. It was a foreign expression. One that you reserved for strangers and your father’s acquaintances you were introduced to at his benefits. At those parties, it was easier to keep one on because no one noticed the small amount of alcohol you would put in your sodas.

You took Damian’s Syllabi from the teacher and stuffed them into your schoolbag and began to make your way to the gate of the school.

Surprisingly, the black town car that Alfred usually picked you up was not there. Instead there waited your father, leaning against one of his many sports cars, waiting for you.

You pause, taking in the sight. Why is he here? Did something happen?

Your thoughts are redirected when you see him toss a hand up calling attention to himself as if you couldn’t see him. As if there weren’t parents and students oohing and awing at his presence already.

“Father?” You question, eyes narrowing in confusion as you walk up to him.

“I thought it would be nice to drive you home on your first day as a senior,” he says with a smile awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“I see,” you say stepping in to the car as he opens the door for you.

As you wait for him to enter the vehicle on his side, you notice some of the parents excitedly snapping pictures. Was he so important to them?

The car smoothly peels away from the curb, engine quiet as the both of you begin the drive home.

“How was the first day back?” He questions.

“Uneventful.”

“Make any new friends?”

“No.”

“Did you try?”

“Does it matter?” You question cutting your eyes at him. “In a year I’ll be gone, there’s no point in making hollow friendships. I’d rather not over exert myself.”

“You’re planning on leaving?” He asks slightly surprised.

“I was planning on going to college and there aren’t many quality higher education opportunities in Gotham. Or are the boys the only ones allowed to leave home?”

He doesn’t know what the right thing to say is, especially because he is thrown off by your hostile tone. “Where ever you want to go, I’ll support you.”

“I’m sure you will.”

A stiff silence falls over the car, and it’s one the two of you are both grateful for. You both know nothing about the other, and it seemed a little bit late to get to know one another, at least from your perspective. He hadn’t tried in the last five years why should he start now, in nine months you wouldn’t have anything to do with him anyways.

You closed your eyes as the buildings of the city passed. Both in attempt to make sure that he didn’t start another conversation and to get in at least a couple minutes of sleep. You had a late night last night, the second of many that were sure to come.

***
It’s October, and the second full month of school is almost over. Halloween, luckily landed on a weekend and it was more than excuse enough to get out of the house. Yet somehow you find yourself locked in your room, a chair pressed under your doorknob so that you wouldn’t be able to wiggle the door knob off.

“Let me out, Dick!” You scream as you pound on the door. If he could see into your bedroom, he’d see how serious you were. The anger you felt was causing the furniture to levitate. Something that happened often when you were unable to control your emotions, but something that you also hid from your family.

“I can’t it’s not safe to leave. You know this is one of the most dangerous nights in Gotham,” He reasons, almost pleading for you to drop it and find a way to entertain yourself.

“Why is it okay for Damian to sneak out at night, but not me?” You question arms crossed in anger.

“What?” He asks in surprise.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Dick.  All of you do it. You, Jason, Tim. You think just because I’m locked away at night that I never noticed that most nights I’m here by myself? Or the vehicles speeding away from the house in the middle of the night.”

“You don’t understand, we had part-time jobs.” He tries pathetically.

“What can a ten-year-old do at one in the morning?”

“Please just drop it, sis.”

It’s the endearment that gets you. A warmth that spreads over your body and flush that bites at your cheeks. It wasn’t often that it was acknowledge that, blood or not, you were their sibling. Dick tried his best, but he was older when you arrived, and he wasn’t there to treat you the way that a big brother would a little sister.

It’s also the endearment that causes the furniture to drop gently back to the ground and your fists to unclench.

“All right, Dick.”

“Tomorrow why don’t we got to the fair or something maybe we could hang out?”

There is a warmth in his tone that you aren’t used to and it makes you feel slightly guilty as your reach for your cell phone and scroll through the list of names.

“I’d like that.”

“Cool. I’ll come check on you later.”

Just as his footsteps are gone from your hall you press talk on your phone.

“Jason, do you think you can do me a favor?”

***
You liked Jason. You got Jason, and for the most part he understood you. You didn’t know why he resented Bruce as much as he did, but you were happy that you had at least one person you could talk to that wouldn’t report everything you said to Bruce the way that Alfred did.

“Is here fine, kid?” He asks as he stops his motorcycle.

You look up at the large city library in front of you and nodded your head as you slipped your leg over the side of his bike.

“Thank you, Jason,” you say with a pleasant smile as you pass him the extra helmet that he’d given you.

“I’ve never seen someone want to sneak out of the house just to go to the library. You know there is one in the manor?”

“I just wanted to get out of the house for a while. I’m never quite comfortable there, it’s almost like I’m not supposed to be there. Like everyone is in on some big secret and they are all avoiding talking about it when I’m there. It feels that way with you sometimes too.”

Jason looks at you solemnly, letting your words wash over him. He swallows thickly when he meets your eyes that are pleading with him, longing for him to tell you the truth.

“We all feel a little out of place sometimes, kid,” he says smoothing some of your hair down that had been trapped in the helmet. The warm gesture caused a smile to run over your face. “But we all find a place where we belong.”

You nod, “Thanks, Jason.”

“What time, do you want me to pick you up?”

“The library closes at, one I think.”

“Geez, people are actually here that late?” He questions turning his engine on.

“It’s a community college library, students have to study.”

“I guess. Catch ya’ later, kid.”

You watch with a smile as he speeds off. When his form disappears, your eyes find their way to your watch.

‘Five hours’ you think to yourself. ‘Five hours to hit five banks, shouldn’t be too hard, especially since my power is growing.’

***
“It’s Sixteen Banks in November alone, and there seems to be nothing we can do,” Dick says as he leans against the desk. “Do you know how rich whoever this person is now?”

“You almost sound as if you admire them, Grayson.” Damian adds.

“You have to give credit where credit is due,” Dick says with a shrug.

“I’m not going to give credit to someone robbing the people of the world,” Bruce rumbles, causing his eldest son to roll his eyes.

“At least we know they’re here in Gotham. And besides, its better than all the other assholes who go and hold the banks hostage.” Jason says pouring himself a cup of coffee. They’d all been analyzing the data for hours, with no luck, and he was beginning to get tired.

“Just because no one’s getting hurt doesn’t mean that its okay to commit the crime,” Tim says with narrowed eyes.

“Never said it was, loser. I’m just saying that it’s not a 911.”

Tim glared at his older brother but didn’t say anything else.

“Sir, I have something to show you.”

Alfred’s interruption snaps not only Bruce but the rest of the boy’s attention.

Tim notices the sad look on Alfred’s face first, “What’s wrong, Alfred.”

“I’m afraid that young Mistress Wayne has been keeping a secret from all of us.”

Alfred walks forward toward the group pulling a stack of documents from his breast pocket and hands them to Bruce.

Bruce feels his throat tighten in guilt as he looks through them, “These are acceptance letters.”

“Yes, to various Ivy League Institutes, sir.”

“She didn’t even tell me she applied,” Bruce mumbles to himself. “Why would she throw these away?”

Jason pulls the limp letters from his father’s hand, “Harvard, huh, I guess those late-night trips to the library paid off.”

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed, “You’re the one who’s been sneaking her out at night?”

“Yeah, so? It’s not like she has anything to do here. Do any of you actually talk to her? And I mean make more than small talk.”

He doesn’t get a response.

“From what I hear, she wakes up alone, eats alone, goes to school alone, comes home alone, eats alone again and then when she’s out like a light there is no one here with her. I mean I don’t live here so that’s my excuse, but what is yours?” He spits accusingly.

Dick folds his arms across his chest but he diverts his gaze knowing he can’t say anything. As much time that he spends at the manor, its usually to babysit Damian and make sure that he doesn’t mess up then it is to spend time with his sister.

Tim doesn’t say anything either, he recognized that due to her intelligence the two of them would probably get along well. However, he’d never seen the need to interact with her. She wasn’t one of them, and since she was in school most of the day he barely saw her anyway.

Damian didn’t know how he felt. He knew that when he first came to live with his father he was slightly disappointed to find out that he was not the only biological heir that Bruce had. Yet his training and experience had pulled himself and Bruce close together very quickly, a bond that he noticed very early on that his sister did not have. Anytime he interacted with her, he realized that he lorded the relationship with his father over her, but he couldn’t help himself. A part of him felt satisfied when he tormented her. However, he also realized that he didn’t know much about his sister other than her first name.  If she hadn’t told him, would he have ever made the effort to actually find out?

Bruce regarded Jason with guilt in his eyes and he almost instantly understood why Jason was so close to her. He had felt abandoned the same way she had.

“It’s not something that happened on purpose, Jason,” Bruce starts. “I’m not ignoring her because I don’t care about her. She knows that she could have told me about this.”

“But she’s just a kid living in a house full of strangers that is supposed to be her family. If I was her I wouldn’t say shit about me getting accepted into these fancy schools either. Why would I think that any of you cared?”

***
December came and it was the time you were happiest. The snow in Gotham made the city nearly bearable and the end of the semester brought you an almost unbridled joy. For one thing, the holidays were your mothers favorite time of year and you were quite looking forward to the winter ball at your school. You weren’t particularly interested in the outdated courtship ritual, but there was a grand prize for whoever became snow queen. Your competitive nature made you want to win. Of course, you hacked the system to tally the votes in your favor, so the only thing left to do was to show up and claim your prize.

“You look beautiful, Miss.”

You whipped around and saw the faithful butler standing there waiting for you.  You find yourself blushing slightly at the compliment, swaying back and forth causing the large white ballroom skirt to sway with you.

“You don’t think it’s too much, do you Alfred?” You question fingering the diamond necklace nestled in the dip of the sweetheart neckline.

“It is very extravagant, miss, but imagine it is in the Wayne DNA not to do anything particularly subtly.”

You fight the smile that it brings your lips and move to grab the shawl that’s lying on your bed.

“Shall we be on our way, Alfred. I’d like to be home before it’s too late.”

***
Bruce is stunned when he sees is daughter come down the stairs to the foyer. Having just walked into the manor himself, he’s surprised to find her leaving.

“What’s the occasion?” He asks and the words feel strange coming out his mouth. Shouldn’t a father know where his daughter is going? Especially when she’s dressed like this.

“I have a trophy to pick up,” she says with a smirk on her lips, but it’s not meant for him. In fact, her gaze is looking past him, as if she’s thinking about something that brings her great satisfaction. “Damian didn’t tell you what tonight was?”

“No,” he says solemnly.

“I’m surprised,” she says with a raised eyebrow. “I thought the two of you were close. But I suppose Winter Ball isn’t something that would appeal to someone that young, it’s not like he could attend anyway.”

She walks past him, Alfred following closely behind her. He notes how ornate her gown is. A white princess type dress, with a pale gold trim. He’d even caught a glimpse of large diamond that was gleaming on her chest.

‘Where did she get that from?’

***
Perhaps winter break wasn’t as relaxing as you thought it would be. Given the fact that your brother is currently pointing a pistol at your head, you’re inclined to believe that things were going to get bad real fast. You aren’t sure how it turned out this way, one minute you’re alone in your bunker and the next he’s crashing through the door, waving his guns at you. It most likely that he followed you into the library this time, instead of driving away.

“What have you done, kid?” His voice is slight distorted through the red mask that sits on his face, but you know its Jason.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” you say with a smirk as you cross your legs. Your hands grip on the edge of the desk that your sitting on in slight agitation at his presence. “It’s not like I kill people, I’m not you.”

It seems to irk the older man as he lets out a bit of a growl.

“How are you doing all of this?” He questions, using his other hand to motion to the facility around him. The sound of typing computers had been ringing in his ears since he found your workshop, underneath the library. The rows and rows of computers that line the rather large room seem to be generating the buzz. Half, simultaneously hacking in to banks across the world, the others masking your location as you complete the necessary transfers. However, you both are the only ones in the room, making him think that you are the one controlling the computers, the one that they have all been searching for months. However, since he’s been observing you, you haven’t physically touched any of the machines once.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you say with a cock of your head.

Suddenly, Jason’s arm feels weak, like it’s fallen asleep after having been immobile for too long of a time. He watches as his hands drop his guns and his gaze catches yours as a smile crosses your face.

“You know, you’re the first person that I’ve actually tried this on,” you remark casually. “Usually it’s inanimate objects, big or small, it doesn’t matter, but I never thought I’d be able to control a person.”

Quickly, before you take total control of his body, Jason presses a button the side of his helmet that sends his visual recordings to the bat cave. The moment his fingers leave the button, his wrist snaps backward as you begin to break it with your mind.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Jason,” you say with a frown. “I’ll have to hurt them all now, you know that, right?”

There is a sigh of disinterest that leaves your chest as he feels a pressure on his neck begin to tighten and his vision begins to fade.

“Just be glad you are my favorite,” he hears your voice murmur as he falls to the ground passing out. “I’m not going to hurt you too badly.”

***
To say Bruce was stunned was a bit of an understatement. The feed from Jason’s camera hadn’t cut out and instead focused on the ceiling.  Bruce can hear his daughter’s small footsteps as she walks over to Jason’s unconscious body.

Her face comes into the screen and she still has the small smile on her face as she removes the helmet and lifts it to her face.

“I know you’re watching this, Father or will be watching this, whenever you figure out that Jason and I aren’t home. Don’t worry he’s not dead, just sleeping. You might want to come get him soon though, I’ve already rigged this place to blow three hours after I leave. So hopefully you see this in time.”

She begins to walk around the room and one by one the computers around her begin to explode. “I told you I’d be leaving soon, didn’t I? To be honest, this is a little ahead of schedule, but it doesn’t matter I already have everything I need.”

The camera pans to show her placing a small laptop in a briefcase and what looks to be a horde of fake passports and I.D.’s

“Don’t look for me, father, you won’t find me,” she croons through the speaker. “Jason only found me because he followed me. Know that I won’t let that happen again.”

The case closes and her footsteps begin again and as she walks out, the lights behind her begin to turn off.

“You should know I don’t hate you father, I don’t know you well enough to hate you. However, you shouldn’t be happy about that, because I’m rather indifferent toward you. Know that if any of you live or die it doesn’t matter to me. So, if you do choose to come after me, I won’t hesitate to end you, to end all of you.”

She drops the helmet, and all he can see is an image of her walking away, down a corridor.

“Goodbye, Father.” She calls over her shoulder and the screen goes black.

“You’ve watched that tape many times now, Master Bruce, have you found anything useful?” Alfred question as he prepares to serve the man some tea.

“No,” the older man says solemnly. It’d been almost a month since she disappeared and while there was indeed no trace of her, the robberies hadn’t stopped even though she had amassed a fortune that rivaled his own. “Only a glimpse of a few aliases, however none of them have been used. I think she showed me them on purpose.”

“Master Jason stopped by to search through her room again, he found nothing.”

“How did he look?”

“Like he has not slept since that day, sir. I know this must be hard for him, to lose her like this.”

“He blames himself, even though this is my fault. She’s doing this to spite me, I know it.”

“Oh?”

“I never paid attention to her, so I never noticed what she was doing. Never noticed that the enemy that I’d been giving all of my attention to was the one person I didn’t have time for. Now, wherever she is I won’t be able to reach her, no matter how much I try.”

“She was always fond of poetry, sir.”

Bruce pauses, “I didn’t know that either.”



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