uses of a whirlwind

things that got me yelling from episode 69
  • badass pilot davenport
  • “i stole your cousin’s shoes” “and i’m currently wearing them”
  • all the new music jfc
  • merle finally healing and its the ULTIMATE HEALS MVP POTG
  • *travis rolling for damage against john* “92…” “fuck off”
  • scared taako standing up to john 10/10
  • “you’ve solved my goading puzzle” one last you’ve solved my blank puzzle joke i love
  • everyone went unconscious
  • pan!
  • joaquin coming to their world
  • literally everyone that came out of the bonds
  • everyone confused when it seemed clint just started to take over and dm but it was just that 9 second thing
  • “Well. Bye!”
  • the use of Arms Outstretched during the whirlwind like yes fuck me up
  • istus!
  • “And then light.”
  • taako getting jealous of lucretia when jeffandrew said she was the most powerful person they ever met
  • “Johann was right! We won!”
  • angus makes so many friends and plays soccer now
  • “i’m about to smooch your fucking brains out”
  • P R I N G L E S
  • taako is a media empire bc of course he is
  • “everyone is in House Taako”
  • get shit on sazed literally burn in hell
  • career woman ren i love her so much
  • “my boyfriend is death”
  • the ango and taako hug and the “starting salary is nonnegotiable”
  • Earl Merle
  • merlegaritaville
  • “I know how hard you’re trying.”
  • kravitz’s hands are warm contrary to every taakitz fic in existence
  • “I have to shit.” never change magnus
  • carey wearing the bff necklace for her wedding
  • magnus naming his dog after johann :’)
  • “he found something worth living for” and i found something worth crying for thanks travis for sending that gut punch to me personally
  • just the entire scene where magnus dies surrounded by everyone he cares about
  • J U L I A
  • julia built the cottage for them and im a m e s s
  • “That was the ending you earned.”
The Secret Book Club Part 3

Originally posted by myriam97blog

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: If you squint, there’s sorta fluff? Though not with the god of mischief 😜 But more than anything there’s angst. You guys should have known that was gonna come sooner or later! Also minor spoiler for Ragnarok!

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Usage of German tenses

So as most of you German learners might know, German has 6 tenses. But like English and various other languages, the scope of time each tense expresses doesn’t always match the tense itself - e.g. the present tense can describe future events in both German in English. This guide will give you an overview into tense usage!


i) Used to show future events.
> e.g. Petra geht morgen ins Theater (Petra is going to the theatre tomorrow).

ii) Used to show presently-occurring events.
> e.g. Petra kommt ins Zimmer (Petra is coming into the room).

iii) Used for general, time-independent events/facts that last a while.
> e.g. Petra hat seit dem Frühjahr ein eigenes Haus (Petra’s had her own house since spring).
> e.g. Eis ist gefrorenes Wasser (Ice is frozen water).

iv) Used in a ‘historical present tense’ to dramatise/re-narrate literary works.
> e.g. Da liege ich doch gestern auf der Couch und lese ein Buch… (So there I was yesterday laying on the couch and reading a book…).
> e.g. 1492: Christoph Kolombus entdeckt Amerika (1492: Christopher Colombus discovers America).


This is really mainly used in (formal-er) writing as an alternative to Perfekt, and with a handful of verbs.

i) Used in lengthy narrations, mainly to emphasis development.
> e.g. Nach dem Dienst ging ich zur Kasse, um mein Gehalt abzuholen. Es standen sehr viele Leute am Auszahlungsschalter, und ich wartete eine halbe Stunde, reichte meinen Scheck hinen und sah, wie der Kassierer ihn einem Mädchen mit gelber Bluse gab.
(After my shift I went to cash desk to collect my salary. There were a lot of people standing at the cashier’s counter, and I waited half an hour, handed over my check, and saw the cashier give it to a girl with a yellow blouse.)

ii) Used in media to show objectivity.
> e.g. Gestern traf der Präsident in Bonn ein (The president arrived in Bonn yesterday).


i) Used for completed events whose effects are still relevant.
> e.g. Die Blüten der Orchidee sind aufgegangen [und können jetzt von allen bewundert werden].
(The Orchid blossoms have come out [and can now by marvelled by all].)

ii) Used for completed events which still affect the narrator/listener.
> e.g. Da habt ihr mich aber schön erschrocken (You really startled me there)!

iii) Used for time-independent, completed events.
> e.g. Wer einmal Schwimmen gelernt hat, verlernt es sein ganzes Leben nicht mehr.
(Whoever has learnt to swim will never forget it for the rest of his life.)

iv) Used for [an expection about] facts which are still impending.
> e.g. Bis morgen Abend hat der Mechaniker den Motor repariert.
(By tomorrow evening the mechanic will have repaired the engine.)

v) Used for completed events in the past.
> e.g. Kolombus hat Amerika entdeckt (Colombus discovered America).

vi) Used to show a sequence of completed events, like a narration.
> e.g. e.g. Nach dem Dienst bin ich zur Kasse gegangen, um mein Gehalt abzuholen.
(After my shift I went to the cash desk to collect my salary.)


i) Used to show one event before another in past, usually combined with Präterium and usually written.
> e.g. Er lebte dort schon viele Jahre. Er hatte aber keine Freunde gefunden.

Futur I

i) Used to show future events.
> e.g. Ich werde dir bestimmt helfen (I’ll definitely help you)!

ii) Used to show an assumption/educated guess/expectation about a future event.
> e.g. Bald wird es Suzi schon wider besser gehen (Soon Suzi will probably be fine again).

iii) Used to show an assumption/educated guess/expectation about a presently occurring event.
> e.g. Der Vater wird noch im Büro sein (The dad is probably still at the office).

iv) Used for time-independent events.
> e.g. Wer Wind sät, wird Sturm ernten (“Sow the wind and reap the whirlwind”).

v) Used for a demand.
> e.g. Du wirst jetzt sofort verschwinden (Go away right now)!

Futur II

i) Used to show something that will be completed in the future.
> e.g. Morgen wird der Mond um diese Zeit schon untergegangen sein.
(Tomorrow the moon will have passed by at this time.)

ii) Used for an expectation about facts which are still impending.
> e.g. Der Mechaniker wird den Motor wohl endlich repariert haben.
(The mechanic will probably have finally repaired the engine.)

iii) Used for an expectation about something whose effects are still ongoing.
> e.g. Der Mechaniker wird den Motor wohl schon repariert haben.
(The mechanic will probably have repaired the engine.)

iv) Used for an expectation about something that has been completed.
> e.g. Der Mechaniker wird den Motor schon gestern repariert haben.
(The mechanic probably finished repairing the engine yesterday.)

Wow I posted 2 helpful things 2 days in a row go me. Enjoy all :)

RFA - Proposals!

✿ This is for @salarinnar​, who wrote, 

Hello! I love your writing style so I thought I’d donate! How about MC asking the RFA + the minor trio to marry her? With all that getting on one knee and giving them a proposal ring jazz. Bless u.:) 

Thanks so much! I actually did the minor trio proposing to MC awhile ago here, so here’s the rest of the RFA!

(If you’d like a guaranteed request fill, but me a coffee on my Ko-Fi!


  • His mother puts the idea in his head, asking him when he’s finally going to propose to that lovely person he’s been seeing for so long. Yoosung swallows, nervous – it’s not that he doesn’t’ want to marry you. In fact, he’s looking forward to it, and often daydreams about having a happily married existence like his own parents share. But… he’s just…
  • Worried. He’s scared that he won’t be the right kind of guy for you, and he’s worried that you’ve changed your mind and don’t love him as much as he loves you.
  • So he frets. He asks his mom about how his father proposed, he asks his LOLOL friends how they proposed – hell, he asks V how he proposed, being so desperate to get input that he’ll put aside his own feelings for the man.
  • He gets a variety of answers, files them away, and keeps thinking.
  • When he takes you out to romantic movies, he watches your reaction to the lovey-dovey scenes carefully, taking inspiration from what you say about how the characters handle their own proposals. He reads books, he browses forum threads… and he thinks and overthinks the matter, trying to figure out how to best ask for your hand.
  • Yoosung gets the ring while he’s STILL not sure how to propose to you, and as he’s walking home from the store, he gets a panicked call on his cell.
  • You’ve found a baby bird and it’s broken it’s WING and YOOSUNG HELP you DON’T’ WANT IT TO DIE, PLEASE COME QUICKLY.
  • (you’re crying, and so he runs.)
  • Using his veterinarian skills, Yoosung helps you save the bird’s life, and you’re just so… happy and thankful and you hug him, telling him that he’s the best, and Yoosung falls in love with you all over again. You’re so kind! You’re so gentle! You’re so loving!
  • You’re so kind to everyone, even the smallest of animals, and on complete impulse, he gets on one knee and busts out his newly acquired ring.
  • It’s poorly thought out. It’s spur-of-the-moment. But he’ll never forget the way you light up and hug him, saying “yes!” over and over.
  • The two of you laugh about it afterwards, and decide that was probably the most memorable way it could have happened.


  • Zen knows you are completely and entirely perfect and, therefore, he knows that his proposal to you needs to be completely and entirely perfect in return. How he achieves this Holy Grail of Marital Intent, though, is a matter of some internal debate.
  • He considers going to stereotypical route of wining and dining you, but that’s a.) not really very him and b.) he can’t think of any restaurant that matches up to the vivacity that is you. Besides, he’s not really on-the-ball on the whole… restaurant scene, being that he’s a loser who can barely keep anything more than beer in his fridge.
  • He also considers surprising you on a date, like – at the zoo, or the aquarium. Or maybe on television in front of thousands during one of his on-screen appearances? But then it’s pointed out to him that, oops, a public proposal basically pressures you into saying yes, doesn’t it? And, if you do say no, it’d open you up to the onslaught of thousands of his angry fans.
  • No. He wants this to be between you and him, where you make a decision about your future that he’ll respect and appreciate either way… so he thinks more, and decides to go back to the roots of your early relationship.
  • He decides to take you stargazing.
  • Zen parks his motorcycle in front of your apartment one night, furiously texting you and begging you to come outside for an impromptu date. He already kind of checked to make sure you didn’t have anything planned, but he’s still over the moon when you a.) don’t get mad he rolled up the street at 11PM and b.) he hadn’t given you any notice.
  • (he thought it would be more romantic like that.)
  • You come outside to find him with a picnic basket strapped to the back of his motorcycle and a big smile on his face, and shaking your head, you get on behind him and let him take you on whatever wacky adventure he has planned.
  • He takes you up to your special place in the mountains, his jacket protecting your body from the cold and his back shielding your face. You have your arms around him, and you’ve never felt someone’s warmth as intently as in that moment.
  • The basket is full of all of your favorite foods, no matter how ‘dumb’ and ‘unromantic’ they are. Do you get all of your nutritional content from potato chips? That is ok, Zen has packed all the best flavors. There’s also a blanket, which he spreads out for you, and you lie back and look at the perfectly clear, beautifully expansive sky.
  • You and Zen talk for awhile, pointing out constellations and making your own, when he gets quiet and reaches into his pocket for something. He starts talking about how big the world is, and how happy he found you – you’re like his north star in the darkness of the night. And then he turns on his side, opening the box and looking at you with complete and total sincerity.
  • Will you marry him? He asks, with only the chirping crickets and the sound of the wind for company.
  • Of course you say yes. How could you not? And when you put the diamond on your finger, you reach out to touch the sky, and admire how the stone looks like one of those stars glimmering above.


  • Jaehee takes you to the aquarium.
  • It’s an atypical spot, which makes since given that she’s an atypical woman. You’re kind of expecting that Jaehee is going to pop the question sometime soon, as she’s been asking about your feelings regarding the future, settling down, etc, but when she invites you out that cool, rainy Saturday, you don’t really expect it’s going to happen then.
  • She does it near the end of the day, after she’s taken you to the dolphin show and endured you stopping at every exhibit and pointing out which fish represented which members of the RFA. (She bust a gut laughing when you said the flounder was Jumin.) You’ve already had lunch, and are thinking about going when you stop in the shark room, which is more of a tunnel than a room, really. The walls are completely made of glass and, all around you, you can an awe-inspiring assortment of fish swimming around you (and above you!) in a mysterious room lit by an ethereal blue glow.
  • You find an empty spot to stand, and you press your hands against the glass, completely entranced. Jaehee watches your profile, and then taps twice on your shoulder, sinking onto one knee when you look down at her.
  • She tells you, as she presents a ring to you in the dim light, that her entire life… she’s felt like she’s been living in a fish-tank. Confined, restrained, where she’s just been surviving under people’s apathetic gazes. She’s never felt like she could explore. Never felt like she could go on an adventure, because her entire world was defined by walls of unbreakable glass.
  • …Until she met you.
  • Now she believes in things. Now she dreams. Now she smiles, laughs, and no longer feels like she’s just some specimen kept behind a cold, unfeeling wall. And – no matter what you say, yes or no – that knowledge will always stay with her.
  • Will you… accompany her beyond the glass walls you’ve helped her shatter? Together?
  • (In the flickering, wavering light, you smile as wide as the sun and say, yes.)


  • It takes a little bit for Jumin to propose, and before he does so, he takes you on a whirlwind tour of the globe using his private jet and vast amounts of money.
  • You eat baguettes in France. You see the architecture of Prague. He takes you on a tour of the castles of Scotland, and says that one day, he’d like to build one for Elizabeth the III. You go see the mountains of Iceland and the parks of Oslo, the beaches of Bermuda and see the sunset off the coast of Fiji. You sip margaritas, daiquiris, and pina coladas, you go horseback riding, you take pottery classes with Jumin and laugh as you make mistakes.
  • You go to art exhibits. Concerts. You go to parties and meet people, and you drag Jumin out on forest hikes in the dim, lonely woods. You see snow, rain, sunshine, you go to street markets and film festivals – you even go fishing with him and watch him pay a five-star chef to prepare what he caught into a delectable dish for the local catlife.
  • The two of you go to Istanbul, a land famous for its large population of street cats, and Jumin is content in a land that’s devoted to his favorite feline friends.
  • And… at the end of it, on a quiet, deserted beach at the end of the day, he pops the question.
  • He wanted you to see the world before he asked you to marry him, because he doesn’t want you to ever feel confined when you’re with him. He wanted you to know what’s out there before you settled down, and now that you’ve gotten a taste of so much the earth has to offer…
  • Do you want to stay with him still?
  • You say yes, saying that – while travelling was fun – it wouldn’t have been half as amazing without him there by your side. Wanting to go feed cats, falling off his horse, sharing food with him and laughing… The world’s amazing, yes, but it’s twice as amazing when you get to experience it with him.
  • For once in his life, Jumin is chosen because he is him, and because he made your travels worthwhile… and he smiles, thanking God once more that he got a chance to experience what life is like with you.


  • This man has an entire notebook full of ideas on how to propose to you.
  • There are so many good options! In the climactic moment of an epic laser-gun battle? Waved in the sky on the banner of a sport-class airplane? Using a small army of drones? Via youtube video? Oh man, he could do the classic “write it using the high-scores on an arcade machine”… but is that too cliché, by this point?
  • He only gets one chance to propose, so he should make it th-
  • Wait.
  • Who, exactly, said he had only one chance to propose?
  • (Seven sits down and begins to imagine the possibilities.)
  • He launches off the 2017 “War of Proposals” through a singing telegram delivered by a man cosplaying as Starshine Nyah-Nyah (from your favorite magical girl anime). Said war is a contest of strength, skill, and one-uppmanship, where the both of you compete to give the other more elaborate and unexpected proposals until one of you emerges the victor – and is allowed to have the “canon” one true proposal.
  • HELL YES, you say, and begin to plot.
  • You propose to him at the pool, by getting a dance studio to perform a choreographed routine in the water which ends up spelling out, “Please marry me!”
  • He proposes to you in the movie theatre, where he rents out adspace that he uses to play a video he’s constructed where he waxes eloquent about how amazing you are.
  • You propose to him in the air and space museum, where you drop out of one of the airplanes with an explosion of balloons and the words, “Seven, will you marry me?” emblazoned on your face like war paint.
  • He proposes to you by paying a bunch of newbies in LOLOL to die with their corpses spelling out “Will you spend your life with me?”
  • You continue to trade blows like this for an entire month. Television, radio, the internet – everywhere, there are traces of your continual war. It isn’t until he takes you on a trip to New York and then hacks into the Time Square billboards to deliver his heartfelt and impassioned request that he finally wins, because you cannot think of a way to one-up that.
  • You do, however, help Seven evade the cops after that, which he is content to call a “draw” in the end.
  • (The two of you were so busy plotting that neither actually bought a ring, so you go to the jewelry store and chose matching ones together.)

The Westland Whirlwind was the first british heavy fighter featuring twin engines. It had a succesful lifespan and used 4 20mm cannons, 250 or 500 lb bombs for ground atack, and reached 4 variants, one including a 37mm cannon. Despite this, was only used from 1938 to 1943 due to engine production problems.

When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too; you just don’t recall it. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.
—  Robert McCammon

fecipher twitter, 5-9-2017: “Aspirant Fujin Yumi, Kiragi”

[Card Showcase] The Fujin Yumi - the sacred weapon usable only by his father Takumi, who vanished in a mysterious enemy’s invasion - was suddenly thrust upon him. “I haven’t hit anything with it yet, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up!” With the bow he once aspired to in hand, Kiragi wants nothing more than to search for his father. Now, his strong spirit invites a battlefield miracle! (Illust. Kokon Konfuzi)

Card stats/skills:

B10-063HN Aspirant Fujin Yumi, Kiragi

“Did you see me do it?! Just like Dad used to do!”

[DV] Whirlwind [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [Flip 1 orb face-up] Until the end of the turn, all allies gain range 1.

Wild Wind [ALWAYS] If you have 1 or more face-up orbs, attacking <Bow> units gain +10 attack.

Anti-Fliers [ALWAYS] If this unit is attacking a <Flier> unit, this unit gains +30 attack.

Illust. Kokon Konfuzi

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Read Howard Hampton on Terry Zwigoff'sWe’re predisposed to love some films because they speak to our sensibilities—they wear our hearts (or our discontents) on their sleeves. Others catch us unawares in a whirlwind of surprise and glee. Clear-cut yet fabulously mutable, Ghost World did both things, fulfilling many high hopes and expectations while at least half its pleasure lies in the craggy, melancholy detours Terry Zwigoff takes getting us there—adding unexpected twists to already twisted material. Audiences in 2001 had never seen such a tonally jousting, pinwheel immersion in late-adolescent ennui, and it struck a quotidian, satiric-poetic underground-comix chord—and nerve. Honoring Daniel Clowes’s poker-faced, weird-out comic book while folding Zwigoff’s own neurotic baggage into the mix, Ghost World made desperation not only morbidly funny but also cheekily enigmatic, moving, and sort of heroic, in a Sisyphus-goes-to-the-convenience-store way.

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The Ocean on the Fourth | Finn Bálor

Title: The Ocean on the Fourth
Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader
Summary: I wanted him to be mine, but just like the ocean, he belonged to no one.
Word Count: 2,090
Warnings: cute shit? 
Tagging: @rebelfleur22
A/N: This seriously got away from me. I can never just make things short and sweet dammit. I hope you all enjoy!

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Kailas Arts - Bird People

“We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand.
We are born free.”
~  Robert McCammon


Prompt: So after some talk in a chat room an angsty prompt came into the light. It can be read here Personally I’d go into this blind. That’s my recommendation. 

Warnings: Sickness, Angst

Pairing: Bones/Reader (Predetermined)

A/N: This is part one of a multipart series. I’m gonna make it hurt. PART 2

Word Count:1211

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Tchaikovsky - Francesca da Rimini, op.32

This evening my family and I went to a concert at the Ravinia Festival in Chicago. We had lawn tickets so we had some wine and some fried chicken and snacks while listening to the all Tchaikovsky program. Apparently this was a popular concert for families because there were a lot of parents with their children here, and while I can maybe see the Romeo and Juliet overture being a “fun” work, and possible [slightly but not too much] the first piano concerto is as “fun”, the third work in the program, Francesca da Rimini, was NOT what I would consider “casual listening” and didn’t feel fitting for the evening. It was weird to see so many adults smile and sip their wine and chat, their kids running around and climbing poles and trees, while this music was playing in the background. The symphonic poem was the result of a seed idea that Tchaikovsky had been thinking about for a few years, on the subject of Francesca da Rimini. She was a woman whose story was immortalized in Dante’s Divine Comedy. In real life, she was in a political marriage with the Lord of Rimini, Giovanni Malatesta, so she didn’t actually love him. Rather, she had fallen in love with his younger brother, Paolo. They had an affair for nearly a decade until Giovanni found them both in bed and in a rage killed them. In Dante’s Inferno, their souls are forever tossed around in a tornado of lust in the second circle of hell. Surprisingly, Dante the character is so moved by her story, he faints out of pity for her fate. It seems Tchaikovsky was moved by this idea, of love driving women to their downfall, fate taking over their lives. It’s a theme he explored in the Romeo and Juliet Overture, as well as his ballet Swan Lake. Could this be a projection of his own homosexual insecurities? I don’t know how I feel about promoting that message if it’s nothing more than speculation, but the music is amazing. It opens with discordant and chromatic thrusts along the orchestra, throwing us into the fury of hell and the whirlwind of passion, before an interjection of an iconic Tchaikovsky Love Themethat soars among the winds and strings. The music is a bit surprising for Tchaikovsky, in that it sounds like it was much more inspired by German music of the time than anything else. He did write it soon after seeing a complete performance of Wagner’s Der Ring for the first time, so maybe the passion of the music suck with him as he wrote this? It sounds Wagnarian and Lisztian in its use of chromatics and harmonies. And despite the passionate love theme, the music ends with as much a dramatic flourish as it opened, leaving us in a state of shock and doom. Doesn’t matter how often Tchaikovsky is considered “easy listening”, this is DEFINITELY not “light” music.

Cherry Blossoms [VIII, final] - a chanyeol story

Originally posted by kaisanity

I can’t believe Cherry Blossoms is finally over! It’s definitely a bittersweet feeling. Thank you all for reading this series, it’s meant so much to me!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

Plot: Life moves on, whether you’re ready for it or not.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader


I strolled slowly through the park, my puppy on a leash in front of me. Seoul was always beautiful in the spring time, especially this year. I smiled as I took in the sight of the cherry blossoms. I was surrounded by pink and the sweet scent of the blossoms, and I noticed how the sun shining through the trees made everything glow an ethereal shade, as if I were inside a cloud of flowers.

It almost felt as if I were in a fairy tale; in a way, maybe I was.

Not a traditional fairy tale, with Prince Charming riding in to save me on a white horse. No, this was a… different kind of love story.

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anonymous asked:

On the one hand, I totally get and agree with the frustration at Tim using and remaking the Red Robin mantle instead of creating his own. But on the other hand, preN52 I really liked the little naming parallel between Red Robin and Black Bat. Neither of them are quite what they used to be, but they're doing their best dammit and calling back to what they see as the best versions of themselves to help keep them on the right path.

The thing that always makes Tim’s acquisition of Red Robin (aside from the obvious) is the fact that he only took up the costume out of desperation and necessity. The last arc of Robin really is important for understanding the lead-up and trouble that occurred in Red Robin. As you mentioned, the RR was NOT Tim’s own creation, two other people (he had problems with no less) wore the costume before him: Jason in an AU and *SPOILERS* Ulysses Armstrong, a longtime villain of Tim’s who eventually became Anarky II. Tim confiscated the suit from Armstrong after he was using it to spoil Tim’s good name and, in the whirlwind that followed of losing Bruce, losing Robin and being so emotionally ravaged that he feels he has to flee Gotham alone on this crazy quest, that’s the only costume he had.

That sense of desperation, the fact that he has to wear a costume previously owned by people who tried to kill him, is what gets me. Tim is the one who always has a plan and yet here he is, on the bitter end of his rope with no plans, no back-up he doesn’t even have a goddamn costume to wear because, despite Tim’s paranoid planning tendencies, he never, ever foresaw that he’d be stripped of Robin so quickly without care or warning. Reading the first arc of Red Robin, you get a sense of how bad things are for Tim but I really think to appreciate the full horror of all the things Tim had gone through you also need to read the last bit of Robin because so much of that crap Tim went through carries right into Red Robin.

But yes, Tim did take it and make it his own, turn it into something to be proud of. And I think he continues to wear it as a reminder to himself of what happens when he trusts people. If he ever becomes complacent, all he has to do is look in a mirror and be reminded of the time when he was so desperate that he had to wear an enemy’s costume. That kind of bitterness and paranoia and denial of happiness is so painfully Tim I can’t help but feel that’s why he kept the RR costume even though it undoubtedly has some bad memories attached.

Request: Can you do a Jack Lowden imagine where you’re an American and you meet Jack unexpectedly in the US, a like whirlwind romance happens and he brings you home to Scotland to meet the fam? Just need some Jack Lowden fluffs in me life

A/N: Jack Lowden imagines will be the death of me 😍


“Darlin’, I can feel your hand shakin’. Relax, ev'rythin’ is gonna be just fine.” Your boyfriend assured you, squeezing your hand gently.

“I can’t help it Jack. I’m meeting your parents! What if they don’t like me? Or worse, what if they think you should break up with me?” In response to your rambling, Jack chuckled quietly.

“Y/N, my parents are goin’ te love you. Stop fussin’ so much.” His eyes briefly glanced at you, before focusing back on the road.

“But what if-”

“Darlin’! Stop.” Jack cut you off sternly, hand moving from yours to settle on your thigh. His thumb stroked your skin soothingly, calming you down instantly. “I know me parents are goin’ te love you, because I love you. Anythin’ tha means so much to me will be loved by them.”

“Okay.” You whispered, your eyes fluttering shut in exhaustion. You hadn’t slept at all last night, worrying about everything that could go wrong with his parents. But Jack’s assurances, along with his calming hand on your thigh, allowed you to drift off to sleep.

Meeting Jack had been a complete accident. You were born and raised in New York, USA. Jack had been in the city for the premiere of Dunkirk, wandering around as he looked for his hotel.

He’d just gotten out of an interview, and he decided to walk back since it was so nice out. However, he ended up getting completely turned around in the big city.

You had approached him, noticing he was staring around in frustration and confusion. Once he told you he was lost, you helped him find his way to the hotel. Before you left, he’d asked you to dinner that night as a thank you.

One date led to another, and soon you had been dating for 6 months. Jack was back and forth between London and New York during those months, so you were able to see him a lot.

Now you were at the point where you both wanted something serious and committed. You’d decided the next step would be meeting the parents. Jack had met yours first, and now you were about to meet his.

Jack spoke so lovingly about his family, it was obvious that he was very close with them. Because of this, you wanted to make a good impression with them.

You could only hope that his parents would love you like yours had loved him.

“Y/N love, it’s time te wake up.” Jack’s voice broke into your dream state, bringing you back into consciousness.

“Are we here?” You murmured, voice hazy with sleep.

“Yah darlin’, you slept for a little ov'r an hour.” He told you, brushing some hair out of your face.

“Sorry.” You blushed. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. In fact, you wanted to make sure you stayed awake since he had been driving for 3 hours.

“No worries. You needed te get some sleep.” He smiled at you, before opening his door and heading around to yours. Taking your hand, he helped you out of the car. You stretched out your stiff muscles as Jack got the bags, taking in the bright blue sky above you. It was beautiful here.

You grabbed one of the bags from Jack, allowing him to lead you to his house.

“Besides, I was quite entertained.” Jack whispered in your ear as he knocked on the front door. Looking at him in confusion, he smirked. “You were talkin’ in your sleep.”

“Shut up you jerk.” You groaned, smacking his shoulder as he laughed at you. His mom had opened the door right as you hit him, watching the two of you in amusement.

“I can’ help it! You’re bloody adorable when you mumble in your sleep.” He smiled, kissing our temple.

“I hate that I can’t be mad at you.” You whined, melting against his side. A throat cleared from the doorway, making you snap your head over.

“Am I interruptin’ somethin’?” His mom asked, a gleam in her eyes.

“No mum, I’m jus’ teasin’ Y/N.” Jack told her, winking at you. Rolling your eyes, you smiled nervously at his mom.

“You must be Y/N! We’ve heard so much about you.” Mrs. Lowden told you, pulling you into a motherly hug.

“I’m so happy to meet you Mrs. Lowden. Jack talks about his family so much that I feel like I’ve already met you all.” You told her, smiling as she pulled away.

“We’ve been wanting to meet you since he first mentioned you, took him long enough. Jack’s dad and I have been waiting all week for you to get here.” His mom spoke sincerely, making you let out a sigh of relief.

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Jack asked, watching as his mom fawned over you.

“Of course not dear.” She said, pulling him into a quick hug and kissing his cheek. “I’ve jus’ been anxious to meet the girl who’s got my son so lovestruck. Now come on you two, let’s get you inside. You both must be exhausted.” She said, pulling you both inside.

You made your way into the living room, seeing Jack’s dad stand up from the couch.

“It’s great te see you son, it’s been too long.” Mr. Lowden spoke, pulling his son into a quick hug. His eyes than moved to you, lips twitching into a smile. “And you must be Y/N, Jack here doesn’t shut up about you.”

“It’s so great to meet you Mr. Lowden.” You said, shaking his offered hand.

“Great, you’ve got manners. Maybe you can teach some to me son.” He joked, smiling welcomingly down at you.


You had helped Jack’s mom with dinner that night, exchanging stories with one another. You found yourself laughing hysterically at the stories she told you about his middle school days, not knowing he had been such a goofball. You’d have to bring it up later.

Some of the stories continued on during dinner, leaving Jack to be the embarrassed one for once.

“Mum! Did you have te tell her that one?” Jack groaned, hand over his eyes in embarrassment. Mrs. Lowden had just told you a story about how Jack had ran naked through the neighborhood due to a dare, and he’d gotten caught by a neighbor. The neighbor had dragged him home, butt ass naked through the middle of the street, and let his mom know what had happened.

Tears were gathering in your eyes as you and Mr. Lowden laughed hysterically.

“Aw, don’t worry babe. I’m sure that’s not the worse thing you’ve done. We’ve only scratched the surface of your awkward moments.” You teased, making his parents laugh even harder.

“Thank you for tha’, thank you so much.” Jack growled playfully, his parents already launching into even more stories.

“She’s absolutely lovely Jack. You better not let this one go.” Mrs. Lowden whispered later that night, thinking you couldn’t hear her. You did hear her, only a seat away from her on the couch, and your heart warmed at those words.

“Don’ worry mum, I don’ plan on losin’ her.”

Still Here

I’d been beaten up a bit, but not seriously hurt, and I knew the bruises would be gone in no more than a week, leaving no trace of the incident. Hotch was in the process of cuffing the unsub, and Rossi was talking to the local officers. I stepped out of the building and looked around. JJ and Emily were the first to approach me, a flurry of questions. 

“I’m fine, guys, it’s nothing,” I assured them, hugging them both as Morgan approached us. 

“Hey, girl,” he said, hugging me gently. “You alright?”

I nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m good, Morgan,” I said, and then looked around, noticing the absence of one very important member of the team. 

“Where’s Reid?” I asked. Morgan turned and pointed him out to me, sitting on the bumper of the SUV, his elbows on his knees, his head resting in his hands. 

“Is he okay?” I asked. I felt JJ’s hand on my shoulder and glanced back at her. 

“He’s been a complete wreck,” she told me. “He’s the one who found your bracelet, and he’s been literally worried sick all day.” 

“I’m going to go talk to him,” I said, and JJ nodded as I walked away from them, towards Spencer. My shadow fell over him as he looked up at me. He looked like hell-pale, his eyes rimmed in red, the bags underneath his eyes more pronounced than usual. 

“Hey,” I said, smiling at him. “How come I didn’t get a welcome back hug from you, genius?” He stared at me, and I noticed tears begin to well in his eyes. 

“This isn’t funny, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed angrily. “I’ve been worried sick all day, and you just waltz over here and make a joke?” 

I stared at him, surprised by his outburst. 

“Whoa, okay,” I said, taking a step back. “I’m sorry I bothered you, Reid.” I turned to walk away, feeling confused and a little hurt, but the sound of him drawing in a ragged breath propelled me to turn back and look at him. 

Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and his eyes met mine, full of fear and hurt and total anguish, so expressive that it stopped me in my tracks. 

“Spencer?” I said cautiously. 

“I thought I would never see you again, (Y/N),” he choked. “When I found your bracelet, I thought you were de-” he struggled to say the word, but it came out more as a strangled sob instead, and I could see that he was starting to crumble. I moved forward and took him into my arms. He held tight to me, and I could tell he was trying not to cry. 

“I’m so sorry, Spencer,” I murmured. “I’m so sorry that you had to be the one to find that, and I’m sorry you were scared.” I could feel tears seeping into my shirt where his head was buried into my shoulder. 

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered. 

“Shh,” I soothed, tracing my fingers through his long hair. 

“Spencer, you’re not going to lose me,” I whispered. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“For what, Spence?” I asked. 

“Not keeping you safe,” he breathed, and I held him closer, my heart absolutely shattering at his words. 

“Oh, Spencer,” I breathed. “This was not your fault, sweetheart. It wasn’t anybody’s fault, okay? And especially not yours.”

“I love you.” 

‘I love you’? What? We aren’t even dating! Not that I don’t want to be, but I always assumed he didn’t! Now I’m confused. What does this mean for us?

While I was lost in my whirlwind of thoughts, Spencer pulled away, looking crushed. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have said that when it’s obvious you don’t feel that way about me. I’m glad you’re alright, (Y/N).” 

I began to panic as he turned away from me. This was not how I imagined our first ‘I love you’ would go!

“No, Spencer, wait!” I cried desperately, reaching for his hand. He turned back to look at me.

“I do feel that way about you,” I said. “I’m sorry, you just caught me by surprise because I always thought…”

“Thought what?” he asked, taking a hesitant step in my direction. 

“That I wasn’t good enough for you,” I admitted. 

“What?” he looked genuinely shocked. 

“No, no, (Y/N), you’re-you’re beautiful and smart and funny and you’re real. You’re amazing. If anything, you’re too good for me.” I laughed. 

“No,” I argued. “I am definitely not too good for you.” He smiled and I reached out, fitting myself perfectly back into his embrace, burying my head against his neck. 

“I love you, Spencer.” 

Dear Cat,

You’re not the only one who’s killed a forest full of trees in a vain attempt to get the words just right.  I stayed up all night after receiving your letter, trying over and over to thank you properly for the gift you’ve given me.  Your forgiveness is more precious to me than a thousand red capes.  I still miss mine, by the way, my shoulders get chilled in the downdrafts when I don’t have it on.  I believe I may be closer to earning it back.

I’m sure by now you’ve heard that I paid Adam a visit in Opal City and said all of the things I should have said that horrible night.  I realize it probably didn’t make things any better.  In fact, it’s likely I may have made things worse, but as I figured I had lost you already, I thought things couldn’t go much further downhill than they already had.  I do hope I didn’t cause you further harm.

I’m glad you took the time to process your hurt.  I meant it when I said you did not have to respond.  I never expected you to reach back out, though my heart is full to bursting because you did.

A few months ago, I probably would have been angry at the thought that you could think, for even a moment, that I could move on from you, but I’ve given you no reason to believe that you can depend on my loyalty.  I’m so happy for the chance to prove it to you all over again.  I won’t mess it up this time.

I do miss you, Cat.  Every second of every minute of every day is full of me missing you.  Time crawls, my days are hollow and dull.  All of the things that used to bring me pleasure, food, my friends, my writing, it’s all just… shades of grey.  But now you’ve told me you still love me, in spite of all of it, and the whole world seems a bit brighter.  I love you too.  Always.  Even through our separation, my love for you burns hotter than my beloved sun.

You’ve asked about starting over.  Every bone in my body yearns to fly across the country now and take you into my arms and forget any of this ever happened, but that isn’t the way forward, I think.  No.  Instead, my love, I’m going to go back to the beginning.  To all those steps we skipped in the whirlwind trauma that drew us together.

Cat Grant, will you allow me to take you to dinner?


Portraying a very serious character on Criminal Minds, Paget Brewster is beautiful and much more fun in “real life”, she is a stylish rocker 🎸, married to Steve Damstra, the bassist of Whirlwind Heat. #FTV17 @ftv17 She told us that they met during the filming of the series when he came to see his friend Matthew Gubler and that to seduce him, she pretended that her computer had crashed so he would give her a hand with it… ❤️ #FRAP #pagetbrewster #Whirlwindheat #Criminalminds

I used to be soft.
I used to be gossamer and silk,
Until it was all torn away
And I was abandoned and alone.
I used to be broken.
I used to be shards of iron and ice,
A whirlwind of broken glass,
Until I learned to be more.
Now I light up the night sky.
Beauty fighting against the darkness,
Fire and lightning mistaken for nothing more than a pretty picture,
But I’ll burn you alive
And look damn good doing it
—  I earned my place in the stars - c.k