with the night mail

Femme Fatale - Damian Wayne x Reader

A/N: It … kind of got out of hand.

Prompt: Damian has a girlfriend that’s a spy/assassin and she never tells him what or where the event takes place and she has been spying longer than Damian training in his life and he follows her one day with his brothers and finds out that her body is like killer and she looks like she could be Jason’s girlfriend but they could barley recognize her because her hair is dyed with a bunch if piercings and she’s been drinking all night and having a high tolerance for alcohol and wearing high heels all night? (requested by anon)

“I’m going to go check the mail, darling.” You called out to Damian as you stepped out the front to saunter up to the mailbox. It was mostly bills and advertisements but a blood red envelope with no return address caught your attention. You opened the envelope and pulled out a small sliver of paper that had one thing written on it. A name.

‘Red Hood’

“Anything important?” Damian asked only looking up briefly from his book as you came back in with the mail.

“Just the usual.” You shrugged. You strode over the the fireplace and subtly threw the hit order into the flames. You knew what you had to do now, it was only a matter of making it happen. You pulled your special purse out of the coat closet and slipped on a heavy coat.

“I need to go run some errands, darling. I’ll be back in a few hours.” You said leaned down to press a kiss on Damian’s cheek. He hummed in acknowledgment and nodded his head.

“Can you pick up some eggs on your way home?” Damian asked.

“Of course.” You agreed making your way to the door.

“Don’t kill anyone, beloved.” Damian called jokingly.

“No promises.” You laughed, closing the door behind you. As soon as you were gone Damian’s eyes flashed to the fireplace where the deep red envelope burned. It wasn’t the first time that you had thrown similar envelopes into the fire. Damian knew the signs but he just couldn’t believe that his sweet quiet girlfriend could possibly be … no he wouldn’t believe it. Not until he saw it for himself.

Damian took the poker for the fire and pulled out the envelope before it could be completely engulfed in flames. The paper was already pretty badly burned but he could still make out the name on the papers.

“Oh no.” He breathed before sprinting out the door and running out the door in the direction that he saw you turn. Damian used his detective skills to track you down, eventually coming to a dingy dive bar. Damian couldn’t imagine you being here in a million years but he had to get to the bottom of this.

He pushed the door to the bar open and scanned the bar for you. Patrons of the bar turned around and glared at Damian critically. He may not have been able to see you but he did see Jason sitting next to a woman clad in tight fitting black clothes and tattoos. Damian strode over to Jason and put his hand on his shoulder.

“We need to talk.” Damian whispered in Jason’s ear. Jason raised his eyebrow and casually sipped his drink.

“Yeah your girlfriend’s coming to kill me. I know. Tell me something I don’t know.” He grumbled.

“You knew?” Damian asked.

“Yeah I figured it out when she walked in a couple of weeks ago and put a bullet in the back of a dude’s skull. Poor bastard didn’t even see it coming.” Jason said calmly. He didn’t even appear worried that you were going to try and kill him.

“Well have you seen her?” Damian asked.

“If I did, she’s a really shitty assassin.” He joked.

“He’s right, you know.” The mysterious woman sitting beside Jason spoke up. “The best assassin’s hide in plain sight.” She said and faster than anyone could react she pulled her gun out of her jacket and poising it against Jason head while dragging him out of the bar. Jason struggled against your hold but you had the advantage.  

“Sal asked that I take business outside. He wasn’t too happy with the mess I made the last time.” She purred in Jason’s ear.

“[Y/N] don’t do this.” Damian pleaded.

“I’m sorry darling, business is business. Some rich fuck wants this trash dead and I’m just the messenger. Don’t get in my way or I’ll be forced to kill you too.” You warned as you pulled Jason into a dark alley.

“[Y/N] please don’t go through with this. He may be an asshole but he’s my brother. Look I’ll pay whatever bounty you were contracted for, just let him go.”

“It’s not about the money, darling. People in high places want him dead and if he doesn’t die, I do. It’s just a matter of survival.” You say cocking your gun and pressing it against his temple.

“Just out of curiosity how much is the hit worth?” Jason asked, cool as a cucumber.

“More than you can afford.” You shot back.

“[Y/N] if you don’t stand down, I’ll be forced to make you.” Damian warned, his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a batarang. Your eyes narrowed at the weapon and you sneered.

“I’m sorry, my love.” You apologized your finger moving to pull the trigger. In one swift movement Damian skillfully launched a batarang at the hand gripping your gun. When it embedded itself in your hand you hissed and reflexively dropped you gun. Jason took the opportunity to free himself from your hold and pull pull his guns out to aim at you.

Seeing you were outnumbered, you cradled your injured hand and retreated back out of the alley. When had disappeared into the shadows Jason visibly relaxed and holstered his guns.

“I’m sorry about your girlfriend.” Jason apologized, putting a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder. Somehow he didn’t think there was any getting past an assassin girlfriend almost killing your brother.

“Me too.”

The Tudor Family (@tashatudorandfamily)

The Sparrow Post is one of the most beloved and enduring traditions in the Tudor family. Every year, especially near Christmas and Valentines Day, Tasha Tudor, her children, and (later) her grandchildren would spend hours crafting miniature letters or valentines, envelopes, and post-boxes. Once constructed, the family would hang their little post-boxes on their bedroom doors and every morning they would wake eagerly to check to see if any mail had arrived in the night. Sometimes they would use the Sparrow Post to write to each other and sometimes the letters were addressed to or from their famous dolls such as Thaddeus Crane and Melissa Shakespeare who were considered part of the family.

_ John Lennon, Paul McCartney and/e Ringo Starr; The Beatles; Filming of the Movie A Hard Day’s Night/Filmagem de A Hard Day’s Night; “Fan Mail Scene”/“Cena das cartas dos fãs”; March 12nd 1964/12 de março de 1964.

_The Beatles, drinks and food/Os Beatles, bebidas e comida.

_Source/Fonte: Solo Beatles Photos Forum.


the winner’s trilogy + coffee shop | you’ve got mail au

valoria coffee - the biggest coffee chain sweeping the country - has arrived in herran, two blocks over from arin’s local coffee shop. it isn’t long until arin and his best mate, roshar, stake out the new place, scowling and catching a glimpse of its employees. kestrel, the daughter of vice president trajan of valoria coffee, is working as a barista at the establishment until she figures out what she wants to do with her life. or better yet, something her father will approve of. soon the two face off against each other, while unknowingly befriending each other anonymously on a social media app. it isn’t long before the pair are unwittingly texting one another, roshar’s big cat running amuck, coffee snobbery, and arin finding out that the woman he’s falling in love with is actually his arch enemy. all is fair in love and war, right? 

anonymous asked:

sorry f this is a weird message but it makes me so happy that you have comfort ocs that you think of interacting with bc i have comfort ocs and comfort characters too and i always felt so weird and embarrassed about it so to know that you do it too makes me feel a lot better,, im genuinely grateful to you for mentioning that cause it really stuck w me! thank you! also your ocs are wonderful i love them

ah! yeah! i thnk its common to feel weird and embarrassed ab it…tbh i actually still do…;_;!! bt i admit my life would be so mch more miserable if i didnt have my ocs to think ab interacting with! its rlly helpful…

its not a weird ask at all & im happey it stuck w yu (+ tht i maybe made yu feel less alone in ths)!! here’s hoping we both learn to feel ever comfortabl w it in th future!

Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much,
And maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up.
Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.

You call me up again just to break me like a promise.
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well.

Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it
I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can’t get rid of it, 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah

'Cause there we are again, when I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

—  Taylor swift || My favorite song

I know that Jewish Hermione is a popular headcanon, and rightfully so, but have you considered: Jewish Weasleys.

  • Mrs. Weasley cooking excellently for nine people on a budget while keeping kosher
  • baby Ron getting jealous that baby Ginny gets to ask the Four Questions at Pesach
  • the twins take Purim Very Seriously
  • because noisemakers
  • (they probably follow Harry around for the whole day and just go crazy with the groggers every time he says “Voldemort”)
  • also because Purim is the single day every year when the twins can get Percy drunk
  • Ginny is that eight-year-old who insists that she’s dressing up as Vashti for Purim, not Esther, because everyone dresses up as Esther and anyway Vashti is the hardcore feminist
  • Mrs. Weasley sends Hanukkah presents to Hogwarts by owl every single night of Hanukkah, and she has to refrain from sending mail with Errol for about a month afterwards so he can recover

Part 1 / Part 2


hello my name is annalee and I’m looking for a pen pal or pen pals to send cute lil letters and other lil stuff back and forth. I live in the us and I’m 15 years old. interests: van gogh, dogs, various tv shows, movies, and books, art, photography and music. if you’d like to be pen pals please message me !

  • innocent person: hey what's your favorite Taylor Swift lyric?
  • me: HEY you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'cause I remember it all too well. Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it. I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it. After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own now you mail back my things and I walk home alone....BUT you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like ME. You can't get rid of it 'cause you remember it ALL TOO WELL.
Mr Robot in a nutshell
  • Cashier: cash or credit?
  • Elliot voiceover: okay I knew she would ask something like this because I hacked into her g-mail account last night her password was incredibly juvenile it was her dogs name and the year she graduated from Arizona state she secretly writes Doctor Who fan fiction on the Internet and voted for the Green Party in 2012 but she's grown since then and has realized the frugality of voting for a third party in a society dominated by corporations also she likes to watch Dance Moms and has a boyfriend who is cheating on her with another man
  • Cashier: you're not saying anything
  • Elliot: 👀
  • Cashier: 😐
  • Elliot: 👀
  • Elliot: Cash

maxverlax  asked:

Do you see all your fan content and fan mail? Do you also schedule all of them for certain times?

Yup! We see all the @ mentions and everything in the “caretaker au” tag. We schedule fanart to go up around 1-2 PM EST any day that it is available.

We also see all the asks/replies, but there are too many for us to post, so we pick the highlights and share those. We don’t schedule answering asks, and instead post them as soon as we have them ready.