two one another

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Get to Know Me Meme: 

[3/] Favorite Films: The Outsiders (1983)

“You guys know what greasers are? White trash with long, greasy hair.”
“You know what a Soc is?”
“What?”
“White trash with Mustangs and madras.”

Chapter 35

Jump City General Hospital. May 5th, 2018. 12:23 AM.

“Mr. Wayne! What can you tell us about your fiancée??”

“Mr. Wayne, why did you decide to get engaged so early on?”

“Damian, when are you planning on having the wedding!?”

“Mr. Wayne, have the two been physical with one another yet??”

Damian let out an irritated groan as he shuffled over to a little table in the hospital cafeteria, tugging at his hospital gown as he sat down across from Raven and Cassandra. Being the son of Bruce Wayne often brought with it even more unwanted attention than being the son of Batman. He turned, smiling as he put on his best “rich young socialite” face to address the members of Jump City’s press.

“Alright, alright, in order…” the young Titan began. “One: her name is Rachel Roth, and she’s awesome. Two: it was a spur of the moment thing, and we both agreed that a Promise Ring seemed a little redundant. Three: we’ve decided to have a prolonged engagement. Details about our wedding are TBA if and when we deem it appropriate. And who’s the idiot who asked whether or not we’ve been doin’ it?” Damian scanned the mob of reporters until one of them slowly raised his hand. “You. Shame on you, and shame on your paper. I’m fifteen years old, I can’t even have my own Netflix account yet. Of course we’re not havin’ sex.”

“Seems like the apple falls pretty far from the tree then, doesn’t it?” The reporter shot back with a sudden burst of confidence.

Damian snickered. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

“Good thing, too!” Everyone in the room turned to see Bruce Wayne saunter across the cafeteria, a bag of hot sandwiches in his hand. After a collective gasp, the fleet off paparazzi began snapping photo after photo of the billionaire as he moved to join the others at the table.

“Oh, good! You found the sub shop!” Damian grinned as his father sat down next to him, passing out a sandwich to each of his children at the table.

“Your buddy Garfield would hate me if he saw what I got us all,” Bruce grinned as he unwrapped his meal, taking in a deep breath as steam wafted from the pile of meat and bread into his. “No tofu here, ladies and gents!”

This of course invoked a swarm of new questions and pestering from the members of the media, to which Bruce responded by pulling out a small device from his pocket, pressing a button which disabled the countless cameras and microphones surrounding them.

“Get lost, ya vultures!” Bruce waved his hand dismissively as the crowd of people dispersed, until only one paparazzo remained.

“Just one more question…” the man in the big hat and coat insisted as he approached the table.

“Leave,” Cassandra replied, her voice low. “Please.”

“Aw, come on Cassie…” a flurry of his coat later, everyone smiled as Tim Drake dropped into the seat beside his sister. “Is that any way to talk to family?”

Tim!” Cass threw her arms around Tim as everyone laughed. “You made it!”

“Hey, I heard you guys needed my help! What was I supposed to do, say no? Besides, I owed Dad a favor,” Tim replied with a wink. “Steph is out lookin’ for a place to park.”

“You let Stephanie drive you here?” Damian laughed softly, taking care not to aggravate his injuries. “You’re braver than I gave you credit for, Timothy.”

Excuse you?” Raven cocked an eyebrow as she looked across the table at her fiancé. “You must have hit your head harder than you thought, otherwise you would remember why you’re out of commission to begin with.”

“Drunk drivers? Oh, I remember that.” Damian smirked back at her, his cheeks stuffed with brisket.

“I would have said ‘lowering your defenses on the road’, but sure. That too,” Bruce joked, holding a half of his sandwich up to Tim. “Want some?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Drake waved off Bruce’s offer. “But again, Dame? Don’t even worry about Nygma. Steph and I can take care of everything. I’ve been a Titan before… sure, it was pre-Raven, but the team can’t have changed THAT much, right?”

Raven took in a hiss of a breath through her teeth. “Well…”

Tim turned to Raven, one brow raised. “… what is that supposed to mean? Like… who’s on the roster right now?”

“Well… Beast Boy is still there,” Damian started, “and so is his girlfriend Terra, the geomancer… then of course there’s Superboy, Blue Beetle…”

“Who?”

“He’s cool, don’t worry. Then Kori, Raven, and I guess you and Spoiler–”

“Well, no.” Raven whipped her head back around to Damian. “No Raven. I’m not leaving.”

“Right. Unless you absolutely need to, but let’s not get into that. We’re good…” Damian looked back down at his lunch thoughtfully for a moment, then turned his eyes back to Tim. “There’s another thing I need you to keep an eye out for, though. There’s, uhh… there’s someone else going around right now. An impostor… someone pretending to be Red X. I don’t know who they are exactly, but I know they’re female, about my height, and evidence suggests that they’re former League of Assassins. She referred to me as ‘Prince’, she knows my name, her fighting style is identical to mine… but I can’t figure out who exactly they are.”

Tim paused for a moment before nodding solemnly. “If she shows up, we’ll catch her. I promise.”

Damian was draped over his bed, his eyes wandering over the ceiling and his fingers tracing little squiggles into the back of Raven’s hand on his chest. He’d appreciated everyone giving the two of them some time alone; Tim and Stephanie had left for Titans Tower, and his father and sister decided to explore the city a bit, so it had been just him and Raven for the past hour or so. He wanted to talk to her about some things that had been weighing on his mind lately, but he decided it wasn’t the time for that. Right now, he just wanted to appreciate her presence, take in the silence, draw serenity from her. Days like this were becoming more and more frequent in Damian’s life, which he wasn’t sure how to feel about… but he decided to enjoy it while he could.

And he did… right up until the door opened, and the nurse came back into the room.

“Hey Mr. Wayne!” The woman chirped brightly. She was young, probably just fresh out of med school, and did her best to keep smiling throughout her interactions with, Damian could only assume, all of her patients. Given that he was in the ICU, Damian understood that the other patients she must have to tend to were probably all much worse off than him, so he appreciated her efforts. “Hope now isn’t a bad time, but we gotta keep those incisions clean.”

“You’re fine, ma'am,” Damian replied with a smile, doing his best to give off positive vibes for the nurse. “After all, infection is the last thing we need, isn’t it?”

“You got that right.” The young attendant nodded with a smile as she helped Damian lean forward. “Okay, let’s get this gown off ya…”

“Oh!” Raven turned to the window, her cheeks a slight shade of pink. “Uh, should I leave the room?”

The nurse turned to Raven quizzically. “I don’t see why. So long as you’re not touching the stitches or anything, you prob'ly won’t get 'em contaminated…”

“It’s not that, ma'am…” Damian rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “We’ve never really seen each other… y'know.

“Oh! Really?” The young woman seemed surprised. “That’s a little odd. I mean, aren’t you two… actually nevermind, that’s not my business. But you don’t need to go anywhere, Ms. Roth.” Raven kept her eyes to the window as the nurse tended to Damian’s stitches. This took about six minutes, and when she left, Damian let out a sigh of relief.

“… is that weird?” Raven turned back to Damian with an expression that displayed her pondering. “We’re getting married, but I’ve never actually seen you without… well, I’ve actually never even seen you without a shirt.”

“Well, you have to keep in mind, we’ve got this whole five-year engagement thing going…” Damian replied, stopping to gather his thoughts. “… so y'know, we’re taking that five year period to really get to know everything we can about each other. Like, yeah, we’ve been together for a whole year, you’ve looked into the deepest corners of my soul, and I’m closer to you than anyone else in the world, but… y'know. I still don’t know everything about you.”

“Yeah… I guess we still have a good bit to learn about one another.” The half-demon sat down gently on the side of the bed. “… Besides, I kind of like not focusing on the physicality of our relationship. I love you for you, not your appearance.”

“Exactly,” Damian said with a nod. “I mean, that’s not to say you’re not physically…”

“Oh, I think we’ve covered that.” Raven winked, recalling a previous conversation about the physical aspects of their relationship. Damian blushed as the witch-girl snickered.

“… How do you think Tim is gonna handle the team?” The Son of Batman turned his gaze back to the window. Clearly, this had been weighing on his mind all day; it wasn’t in Damian’s nature to sit on the sidelines, so this “analog recovery” business was something he hadn’t done since he joined the Titans. His warrior spirit yearned to return to Titans Tower, to get back to the streets of his city, to keep his people safe. Raven felt this struggle within him, and placed a comforting hand on his knee.

“They’ll be okay, Damian,” she whispered, smiling softly as Damian turned to look back at her. “Promise. You don’t have to worry. Okay?”

Damian smiled back, letting his concerns drift to the back of his mind as she captured his attention with her gaze. “Okay.”

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Stanuary week three: Memories
Bit by bit all of his memories return, but not all of them are good ones.


You can see all of my Stanuary entries here.

100 ways to say ‘I love you’, Skins edition
  1. ‘Wake up (name), you twat.’
  2. ‘Do you want a coke or something?’
  3. ‘Can I carry your books?’
  4. ‘Yeah, wow, lovely… No. But I like that you’re funny Iooking.’
  5. ‘Oh thank you, you’re so nice.’
  6. ‘You fancy me?’
  7. ‘I think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?’
  8. ‘We’ll miss you, won’t we?’
  9. [ text ] : EAT
  10. ‘Have you always had that mole?’
  11. ‘I’m respecting. Believe me, I’m respecting.’
  12. ‘You alright? Do you want to dance?’
  13. ‘Do you want me to walk you home?’
  14. ‘We’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?’
  15. ‘Shall I give you head?’
  16. ‘I’m gonna get an early night. Coming to bed?’
  17. ‘I’ll give you head - that’s friendship.’
  18. ‘But what about you? You’ve got bigger problems than me.’
  19. ‘I like your hair.’
  20. ‘And I’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?’
  21. ‘I realised something. I’ve been an idiot.’
  22. ‘And I was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?’
  23. ‘You’re clever, funny, and… very, very pretty.’
  24. ‘So I’ll see you around.’
  25. ‘(name), you came! I mean, cool, I mean… I wasn’t sure you would.’
  26. ‘Do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?’
  27. ‘I don’t want this to be difficult.’
  28. ‘Did you get beaten up?’
  29. ‘I want to speak to you, and I think you want to speak to me.’
  30. ‘Kiss me again.’
  31. ‘Come on, I’m taking you for breakfast.’
  32. ‘Happy birthday, mate.’
  33. ‘There’s something I have to get off my chest and if I don’t, I’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.’
  34. ‘Come to bed with me. Please.’
  35. ‘You’re my best friend, but I really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.’
  36. ‘See? I remembered your favourite.’
  37. ‘Look, sorry, (name). But your mum says we gotta take you home.’
  38. ‘Come out. I’ll get you dancing.’
  39. ‘Do I have to gay you now?’
  40. ‘Right, I know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, I think we’re ready, so, er, (name) … I want you to move in with me.’
  41. ‘Let’s talk. Fill me in with everything. Every little detail.’
  42. ‘We can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.’
  43. ‘And I fucking love you.’
  44. ‘Wow! You’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.’
  45. ‘Cheeky.’
  46. ‘Thanks for keeping schtum.’
  47. ‘Hi, I made tea.’
  48. ‘I’ve never been to a pyjama party before, so I brought Vodka. Was that right?’
  49. ‘I’ll show you how to do a blowjob.’
  50. ‘I missed you… I missed you too much.’
  51. ‘I think you can do anything.’
  52. ‘It’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.’
  53. ‘You alright?’
  54. ‘I know you, (name). I know you’re lonely. I think you need someone to want you. Well, I do want you. So be brave. And want me back!’
  55. ‘Fuck you.’
  56. ‘Can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?’
  57. ‘This is a once-only charity event, you understand?’
  58. ‘I bought a fucking gateaux.’
  59. ‘Please. Can we start again?’
  60. ‘Facebook really needs to hear about this.’
  61. ‘You’re very stalkable.’
  62. ‘I was scared!’
  63. ‘I am so proud of you.’
  64. ‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’
  65. ‘She’s lovely, isn’t she?’
  66. ‘You look nice in that dress.’
  67. ‘You are doing so well, sweetheart.’
  68. ‘So you’re mental, and I’m useless.’
  69. ‘So, what are we doing next, mystery girl?’
  70. ‘I’ll never forget you.’
  71. ‘Hi. I got eggs. We can have eggs, yeah? And Red Bulls and pain au chocolat.’
  72. ‘I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me.’
  73. ‘Don’t take any crap this time.’
  74. ‘Badass.’
  75. ‘You’ve totally got, like, “fuck me” eyes, girl. Totally “fuck me sideways” eyes.’
  76. ‘Maybe we can go together.’
  77. ‘Don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.’
  78. ‘I’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.’
  79. ‘You’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.’
  80. ‘You’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.’
  81. ‘You need to sort yourself out.’
  82. ‘Remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?’
  83. ‘Everything is going to be fine, I promise you.’
  84. ‘Hi, you look nice.’
  85. ‘You may live your life as you want.’
  86. ‘We’ll do a girls’ night in.’
  87. ‘You’re a shape-shifter of happiness.’
  88. ‘It’s not like we’re getting married! It was one dinner!’
  89. ‘Thank you, my henna-handed honcho.’
  90. ‘I’m sorry. I was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.’
  91. ‘It’s heavenly.’
  92. ‘Why aren’t you here?’
  93. ‘I tried to ring you.’
  94. ‘Everything’s better. Here you are again.’
  95. ‘I’ll dance with you.’
  96. ‘What’s happened to you, (name)?’
  97. ‘I didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better.’
  98. ‘Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I’m so glad you came!’
  99. ‘I promise. Everything’s going to be alright.’
  100. ‘ I love you.’
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Did you know? If you catch a falling maple leaf, you’ll fall in love with the person you’re walking with.

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So I met these weirdos today.

But really, thank you guys so much. I’ve been having a rough time this past month and just getting the chance to say hi and thank you to your face means so much. Ethan, you’re an adorable unicorn. Tyler, ur fuckin hilarious and you do indeed give the best hugs. Mark, ur a dork but I love you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I hope I’ll get to be on time to this one day!!

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Mystic Messenger Stickers { 4 / 7}

Yoosung Kim || ★ || LOLOL Gamer
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Kdrama kisses

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LoT ladies + the old west

‘Why do Feysand and Rowaelin not get treated exactly the same way in the narrative/look exactly the same/why does Rhys do some things Rowan doesn’t/why is Rowan allowed to do some things that the narrative addresses with Rhys and points out that they’re not good’? repeat forever. 

Because there is not one model of a good/healthy relationship. It does not work Feyrhys = healthy; everything else = toxic. 

Because women are not carbon copies of one another. We have different tastes. We have different likes. We have different needs in a relationship. We are our own individual people and we need our partners to respond to our personal preferences, likes, and dislikes and not simply have someone behave exactly the same way to every single person they’re with. 

Feyre dislikes feeling smothered or not having her full freedom and independence. As such, when the mating bond snaps into place between her and Rhys, Rhys carefully explains to her why he feels protective and territorial and that he is working to stop doing that. Because she has been in an abusive relationship before where someone has done these things to an unhealthy level and is uncomfortable with any minor repetition of them. Rhys addresses her personal concerns and her personal needs and that is why the narrative picks this out and unpicks it and explains it with Rhys but not with Rowan. 

Aelin is a completely different character with a completely different backstory, a completely different set of insecurities and a completely different set of needs and Rowan responds to them. Aelin does not have a problem with Rowan being territorial or protective over, not in the way Feyre does. It might be a vague annoyance sometimes (AT THE VERY MOST) and even then she’s dismissive of it and it amuses her and it is never taken too far to the point that it restricts her freedom/the choices she can make/the things that she can do. And she is not in any way triggered by it as she has not experienced the same kind of abuse that Feyre has. 

Territorial behaviour of the kind that comes natural to the fae is not in itself abusive/unhealthy. Protectiveness over the people that you care about is not in itself unhealthy/abusive. What would be unhealthy would be to expect men to treat every single woman he meets/is with exactly the same way because it suits one single woman. That is reductive and frankly insulting.

 I have no doubt that Rhys would behave differently with Aelin and that Rowan would behave differently with Feyre because they are individual people with individual needs and desires and expecting Aelin to be treated the same as Feyre because this is apparently the only standard of a healthy relationship is frankly a little bit misoygnistic because, shock horror, not all women think the same/feel the same/like/dislike the same things. Isn’t that amazing? It’s as though we’re real people who know what we like and don’t like and expect the people closest to us to respect that and respond accordingly. Incredible. 

TL;DR Stop comparing Feyrhys and Rowaelin. Especially if the purpose of this is to say ‘Rhys does x, this is good for Feyre and makes their relationship healthy. Rowan does not do x, therefore this is bad for Aelin and makes their relationship unhealthy’ because, newsflash, that’s not the way it works

There is no one way to have a good, positive relationship. In fact that thinking in itself is unhealthy. Different people have different needs and their partners should therefore behave differently so suit those needs, not just mirror another’s behaviour because it has been deemed ‘The Most Healthy And Appropriate Way To Behave With Women’. Because. Guess what? Not all women are going to want/respond well to that and you ignoring their needs and wants in order to try and fulfil this idealistic idea of a perfect relationship is not healthy. Rowan is responding to what Aelin personally wants/needs/feels comfortable with. He is not Rhys, he does not behave like Rhys and that is completely okay because Aelin is not Feyre and does not need him to do that for her. 

Although the idea of Junkrat and Roadhog joining Overwatch because it was either that or go to prison is most probable, I really like the idea of them just kinda, showing up one day. They’re just sitting in the Overwatch living room drinking tea and everyone is just like, um how the fuck did you get in here? Roadhog and Junkrat just laugh and very plainly state that they’re joining Overwatch, thank you very much. The worlds going to shit and if they can help save it by blowing up some omnics, then yeah, they’ll lend a hand. (also bounty hunters would have to be stupid to try and get to them through Overwatch, but they’re not gonna mention that part) This, as you can imagine, is met with a unanimous- Hell no. Problem is, Overwatch can’t exactly just send them off to prison at this point cause they will 100% tell the authorities that Overwatch, a technically criminal organization, is in fact still operating and they know where the base is and who their operatives are. And thanks to the grenades hooked up to Junkrat, killing them isn’t an option either. In the end, Overwatch doesn’t really have much of a choice but to let two of the world’s most wanted criminals join them. Overwatch isn’t happy about this in the slightest, but Roadhog and Junkrat? Well they think its hilarious.