#I'm sorry in what world is it ok to compare your fucking son to your parents murderer

[brutaliakent]

DC branding Jason as Violent Robin again. And they even stopped acknowledging him as Bruce's son now and just a "ward"

And my god I know I didnt just read Bruce comparing him with Joe Chill

I'm literally gonna kill someone this pissed me off so bad.

[notproofread]

enjoy my unhinged thoughts while reading Morning Star by Pierce Brown for the first time <3

SPOILERS AHEAD OF COURSE

be aware that i'm a cassius and sevro stan.

pls be cool cassisus pls be cool pls be cool pls be cool

honestly sevro is such a delight he just says whatever and gives zero fucks i love him

seeing darrow defeated and then picking himself up again was honestly very good change of pace compared to the first two books

<sevro3

ragnar also slays i love a brutal but soft giant

not victra calling cassius darrow's boyfriend bye

i think sevro spiraling is so interesting bc its really just darrow in the first two books

and tbh i like third book darrow much more bc he seems less arrogant and more grounded somehow?

so sevro get your shit together so i can love you again

he got his shit together

so back to loving him <3

also victra? she slays, no filter badass queen

RAGNAR DIES??? AND AJA IS STILL CRAWLING SOMEWHERE

what is this shit

fuck i'm crying

well... at least they got the Valkyrie

and cassius is alive so thats good

'mangy little guardian angel' is the best sevro description to ever exist

add 'psychotic Goblin-sized fighter jet' to that

Romulus seems like such an interesting character and i gotta hand it to him: he is one of the more likeable golds

i feel like pierce brown is much better at writing 1-on-1 fight scenes than big space craft wars

or maybe thats just me being too dumb to understand such descriptions

bro victra is so cool holy shit i love i hope she lives forever and ever

rip roque, if only you had stayed as cool as you were in red rising

the chemistry between darrow and cassius? holy shit get married

actually now that i think about it; the relationships between darrow and all of his male friends? sevro, cassius, roque... bro he loves them fr fr

maybe its cuz i dont remember golden son that well but has there ever been such tension and trust and undying love between him and mustang? 💀

anyways i almost cried reading chapter 50 even tho it is one of those few timed no one dies

VICTRA AND SEVRO MARRY OH MY GOD I MIGHT CRY

CASSIUS YOU BITCHASS I TOLD YOU TO BE COOL AND YOU DO THIS???

how am i supposed to defend you now you stupid dumbass

is sevro dead????? did he die for real???? what the fuck??? dont do this to me bro i am emotionally unstable

ok sorry cassius i take that back my bad

back to loving him i go

if this was all some elite plan i hope for you bitches that sevro is alive (will be alive?)

the choice to makw mustang sovereign is so good omg i love it

also darrow saying he makes a bridge to the lowColors and she to the highColors ans together they can make a new world?

stop the powercouple?? omg literally dying

TF A CHILD???

naw bruh😭

[wise-the-will]

okay I'm going to rant about byler in your inbox if you don't mind, honestly Mike and Will's relationship is so wholesome it hurts. every bad patch of their friendship just bring them closer and make them better people. I know there's antis and such like "Mike is growing out of Will's childish behavior", but Mike isn't, he really isn't. their love is honestly inspirational, like they're the reason I believe in love even if they're not canon. Mike is literally a definition of I hate pretty much everyone but you. if you touch him I will eliminate you. and both of them are really soft supportive boyfriends. Mike trusts Will so much it's scary, will was literally possessed and Mike still had his trust in him. and will, I feel like will be the person to allow Mike to hurt him mentally but not leave him. and that much trust could be toxic on both sides(depending on who your with and im not trying to romantize this at all!!! Will is definitely trying to work on letting people walk all over him) but with them it's like they're literally soulmates. and yes I'm all talking about in this world that the duffer Brothers have created not Finn and Noah in the slightest. but just imagine will supporting Mike every step through him becoming an author. and Mike doing the same supporting will every step to become an artist. unlike mileven they actually make each other better people, and don't tear each other down. Mike only acts On emotion when he's with Will because he actually loves will. and will is so honest to Mike, more honest to mike than his own mother. its precious, truly.

okay theories and scenario type things:

1) they would be the couple that everyone in the neighborhood hates because they're supposed to be homophobic but there is definitely some if not most neighbors that do not like them because they are gay but think they're amazing and so so kind.

2) they get along with each other's families so well it's amazing, Mike and Joyce just *screech* Joyce takes care of Mike like son( in law). and like I said will and HollYY.

3) they would most definitely end up getting a demonic cat and call and exorcist because they have seen way too many horror movies (thanks will) and have lived through too many, to know how bad this is going to get.

4) will get so incredibly messy when he paints like, his artwork is wonderful and not messy at all it's like a piece of well, artwork. so sometimes he hugs Mike after he finishes painting and Mike has to take a shower because of how much paint got on him.

5) if Mike does become an author and I really think he will, I imagine him not telling will until will reads his book that he made one of those little pages like thank you sections, and just talked about how much he loved will.

6) will has to have a therapist, because of PTSD, overall mental health things, and his father. but Mike needs one too. and will has tried so hard to make mike go see the same therapist so he can get help with his stuff.

thats all i could think of but if i think of anything i will send it over your way if you don't mind. also i have a post somewhere on my blog about adult byler headcannons so if you wanna see more of some i have :)

First off I’m so sorry I responded to this like 2 days late but here we go

Like you said they really do care for each other a lot and I feel like they would both go to the ends of this EARTH just to save each other because you know that’s just what loves about and they’re deeply in love and it’s so soft and fluffy and adorable and they make me cry sometimes

They balance each other really well especially since Mike is like such a touchy person and Will is just right for that but they balance each other’s personalities as well, and not just emotionally because Will has had problems with not wanting to be treated around like he’s fragile glass and yeah he had a terrible father that called him slur and then a couple years later he somehow went into another dimension being chased by some monster and fighting for his life because that’s scary as hell and then a year later gets possessed by this demonic shadow monster and he’s scared shitless but he for sure isn’t fragile, he’s tough and I can’t wait to see that in season 4 and mike definitely doesn’t treat him like that because he knows what he’s been through

1) there would for sure be those homophobes because it’s the 80’s and I totally agree that some would think they’re sweet and kind

2) they do get along with each other’s families especially Joyce and Mike, because Joyce just knows and does trust Mike the most out of all Wills friends because she literally let mike inside in season 2 because her son was being possessed and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t let any of the other friends do that especially since the shed scene

3) Thank you for noticing my dumb chaotic cat head canon it was honestly just to be funny but honestly this would probably happen and I’m super glad that you put this in here

4) TOP TIER MESSY, he’s painting and all of a sudden he gets mike all painted up because hugs him or kisses him and then mikes just complaining like “stop you’re getting me all messy” and “great now I have to take a shower” but internally he loves it and he loves Will and he’s happy with Will and it’s just cute and fluffy

5) Will would be so supportive but then he reads mikes little thingy and he says something along the lines of “you should really become a writer you really talented with this stuff” and Mike just says “I already plan on becoming a writer just wanted your opinion” or something like that

6) Will for sure would beg mike to go to his therapist with him because that therapist has like really helped but because Mike is so damn STUBBORN he keeps saying no for god knows what reason, maybe because he feels like her ok compared to Will but he’s definitely not and Will knows this and I feel like they would definitely get in a fight about this and Will would let a tear fall and yell something along the lines of “you need this just as much as I do so don’t FUCKING pretend that you don’t need this as much as I do” and they’re both crying and mike finally agrees and says he’s sorry and they kiss and cuddles so close it looks like so impossible to be that close but they’re comforted and they tell each other they love each other so many times

You’re definitely free to send more and sorry I didn’t get to this sooner and I’ll definitely check out some of your byler thingys

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I know is still early as hell. But when mother's day come around, hopefully, my country will be out of quarentine. And I will be super busy.

So. I noticed that you all like a Chisaki who begrudily shows his emotions. So why not?

Btw, the character might be a bit OOc on this one. Sorry about that and stay safe.

Mother's day...

His chest was enveloped by that tightness and bitter sweet sensation as he watched the outdoors, propagandas, and the worst, kids and other people celebrating on the fucking street with the person who brought them to this disgusting word.

Some had the luxury of having good parents right when born. Those spoiled bastards like the heroes surely didn't know what torture people had been through, more specifically the ones who didn't belonged to that word, the ones abandoned on the darkness... which hero would come to there anyway?

Heck, even in the fucking yakusa some had their parents who didn't treated them like shit.

To say the least. Father and Mother's day... wasn't a very found date of his.

He just had this eyes full of pure pain and not so great nostalgia. Memories of his past coming back like some type of torturous flash... the beating, the yelling... everything.

Pops did his best through the years to make some change of it. But with no success.

He walked past the door of his home, shoulders feeling like he was carrying the world on his back and head throbbing with a headache.

"You're back Kai!" A soft voice brought him back to reality as he merely gave a blank loook at his girlfriend, walling towards him with that smile.

He only nodded at her, not noticing her eyebrows furrowing in worry bit brushing it off as his usual attitude.

"I.. I'm going to go visit my mother for a bit." His heart seemed to sand at that, but his face didn't even twitched "If you want, you can come-"

"No." Simple and short was his answer, no harshness or annoyance on his tone, only... empytiness, lifting his gloved hand up and lowering after it with a sigh "Have a good day, careful when you come back...will you?" He said in a broken and flat tone as he walked past you.

Your worry only grew at seing that he didn't entered his office like usual, but the bedrock instead... you knew what this was all about, yet you couldn't stop over worrying about him..

You sighed as your phone buzzed, your mother worried why you were taking so long as you got out of the house with other plans in your head besides seing your mom...

~

His back rested on the mattress as his hollow gaze was directed at the windows and balcony of his room. Memories haunting him like some type of ghost or even demon that wouldn't just leave him alone.

The disgust on her face every fucking time she would look at him, him being beaten up by his biological father as she looked at her reports or clothes while he cried for her to help him.... after the incident of his father's death, her gaze towards him was absolutely the worst, not only she had that disgust, but at that time it was fear.

Like she was looking at the Devil itself at that time.

Did it cost so much to have one look of her with... care? Heck, no one asked to be born, especially him that by five or eight years of his life the only thing he wanted to was to dissapear.

He took a shuddering breath at remembering those nights where he manage to read books that weren't related about medical advances neither case of diseases... one kid's book he found on the street once and cleaned, it was childish and boring compared to the ones he had read, but he remember how it described the love of a mother towards her child.

He wanted that... was it so difficult? Was it so difficult for her to even spare at glance at him like the book itself described it? Was he so broken and disgusting that he wasn't deserved of a mother's genuine love?

Was it so difficult for her to treat him like her son? He remembered one time where at the age of six, he saw a kid on the hospital crying on their mother for just receiving a injection, seeking comfort on her... and when he came to touch the white overcoat of his own mother to catch her attention, the scowl she gave was enough for him to retreat back and stay on his corner.

He forgot how in his childhood days, he just wanted to know and feel like how it was being loved and what that word meant... he saw many parents hugging their childs and praising them, why he couldn't have that...?

Was something that bad for him to be born?

He stopped his train of thought when the door of his bedroom clicked. For a moment, he could care less at anyone who saw him that way, casual clothes as he had this broken look on his face, he could just order them to get out... but when he saw you with a bad on your hand, his body stiffen immediately.

"What are you doing in here?" I thought you were-" he started with a irritated tone of voice, praying that you didn't noticed his moment of weakness.

"I was. But I told her I would compensate on another day spending with her. I told my mom it was kinda of an 'emergency'." You smiled as you settled the tiny bug on the nightstand and frowned slightly at his his eyes, pink instead of the color white in them, but being the stubborn man he is, even with no one around, he refused to spare a single tear.

He sighed, eyes closing as he layed his head in the matress as he pointed with his palm while his free other glived hand pinched his covered nose.

"What is even this?"

You unwrapped it. One fo Kai's favorite pantries with a bit of berries on it. His sweet tooth was something so endearing for you that it made you smile purely only at him.

"I thought a little picked me up would do you some good." You cooed as he slowly opened one of his eyes and looked at what you brought. Immediately sighing, but still reaching for it.

"This will dirty the bedroom and you are the one cleaning after wards." He mumbled as he stared at the sweet on hjs hand enveloped by a napkin.

"Definitely. But will you complain about that 'I missed a spot' or something later, surely." Yoj let out a giggle but immediate stopped when you saw that you got no reaction of his. Only that he placed the sweet back on the box and returned it to the nightstand.

Ok. Serious. This shit was serious.

You sighed and walked around the bed to sit besides him, back resting on the mattress the same as him, watching him carefully.

Neber on your life you would think that you were gonna be so close yet so far from Chisaki. You were literally touching shoulders legs and shoulders with, and he didn't even scoffed or complain it about it! Yet, his mind was so stuck on whatever bad memory of his right now, that it made quite difficult to reach out for him.

Yet, you were persistent. Going for something that you knew that if anyone did that with him, they would be dead on the spot.

But not only were you brave, you knew he cared and allowed you to do it.

You sighed in hope, reaching out a gentle hand to cup his covered cheek and carresed gently. Earning only a look as if he was questioning you.

But before he could mutter one word, you slid your fingers to his ear and slowly took off his black mask, lips on that strict and straight line as his eyebrows furrowed at your actions, but he did nothing to stop you.

You holded his face gently before touching your lips in both of his cheeks and after his lips... he did nothing to stop you still.

Then you pushed his head to rest on your chest where your heart bumps could echo on his ears. His body once stiff relaxed a bit when he heard that sound which helped him to sleep.

Gentle fingers started to scratch carefully and caress his dark brow looks. The amount of love on your actions almost overwhelmed him if it wasn't for his hollow and numb estate of mind.

The voice of his mother echoed on his head along with your heart beat his jaw tighten as his arms came hesitantly to wrap around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't like this day, not even a bit." You whispered on his hair as you felt him blinking on your skin "But you wanna know something?... I have one, one only reason to thank that woman..." he arched his eyebrow at that, lifting himself from your chest to look down at you like you had grow not only a second, but a third head along.

Ever since he admitted, opened himself to talk about his past for you, your rage towards those two was almost, if not equal, to his own.

You touched forehead with him as you interlocked your fingers with his. Doing your best to put ever live you had towards this man in every word.

"I only have to thank her despicable existence, for making and bringing you on this world... my knight in shinning armor, my yakusa's boss." You sighed dreamily and pecked his lips once again "My devil."

When you opened your eyes the last thing you were expecting to see was his eyes tightly closed as his shoulders trembled.

You cooed an apology immediately, desperately in making up to him but he just let his face fall to your shoulder as he let out a muffled sob.

"Dammit (Y/n)..!" He whispered as he tried to control his breathing and how his heart was hammering against his chest, your fingers on his back, lips on his temple and sweet words only overwhelmed him in a way he hated, despise it to be.

A moment where all the walls he had built on his years of life complete fell...

You must have notice how he was still trying to hold back by the way you embraced him, whispering things that he swear was the reason for his break down.

"I love you, Chisaki Kai. And I always will... hou already protect me, so let me do the same?"

His face fell from your shoulders to your thighs and stomach, burring himself on them as he gripped in your waist like a life saver as he let out all the tears he needed to shed in his silent crying with only a few sobs here and there.

All the love he didn't know he needed and secretly craved ever since childhood, he was receiving right now as a young adult from his partner... how was that even possible? Him? Receiving such a divine thing from such a beautiful and sweet person like youserlf?

He didn't know for ling he cried in your stomach, opting to bury his face on it to hide his shame of acting like he was a weak midget again... savoring like a starved man at your sweet touches and whispers of love confessions and praises.

Who needed the love love of a project of a mother when he had such a beautiful angel like yourself to care for him?

He didn't count how long he stayed there, but he did remener that it wasn't nighttime when you had come back and entered you guys room.

He sighed shakily as his grip lessen only for a bit, getting half or one inch away from you so he could take a deep breath and come back again.

"She really didn't know what she lost." You suddenly said while carresing his dark brow hair as his embrace tighten "You just are the incarnation of perfection, dammit, how blind and dumb were they?"

He tsked and scoffed in your skin.

"Dramatic..." he spoke with a sore voice, gruffly and hoarse as he heard your giggles.

"I speak only the truth here!"

He slowly got up and locked his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder and burried his face in your hair. His mysophobia completely forgotten as he enjoyed the love and care from someone that knew him, respect him.... loved him.

"Aw?" You cooed as you hugged his neck "Someone is in the cuddling mood?" He only scoffed and burried his face on your neck even more "I thought cuddling was, what the words you said again?" You stopped hugging his neck to mockingly poke your chin "Ah! 'Useless and disgusting-"

"Dammit woman, just hug me for once." He growled as he tighten his arms in your waist. His words making your heart melt, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside as your arms returned to his neck.

"I love you." You cooed, nuzzling your face on his own shoulder while he squeezed you tight as his response.

Some time passed with both of you locked in the arms of each other, the two of you agreeing to at least lay down until you remembered that you were still on casual clothes not sleeping ones.

Although when you tried to move he only grunted and tighten his embrace over you, face resting on the top of your head.

"Kai I have to change."

"... just five minutes and you go." He whispered lowly in the top of your head, sending shivers even to the tips of your toes.

You forgotten thhat once Kai was in this mood he bargained and refused to let you go. And him being almost in the verge of sleep no less? You were stuck. Amd you couldn't be more happy with that.

At least you brought peace to him on a day where his last came to haunt him.

[morgansunflower]

Sleepless

Tim Drake X Reader

Tim, will not rest until he finds Y/N

Tim's P. O. V

Wearing my uniform without my cowl on. I walk into Bat-cave. Bruce, requesting to speak with me. I hope he's had luck on information on, Y/N's disappearance. I haven't slept in day's, I think? Maybe weeks? I feel dehydrated and exhausted, but I can't take a moment not looking for anything that could give me information on where she is. Y/N, disappeared 3 weeks ago. I can't stop feeling worry, loneliness and a wave of remorse. I should have been there to protect her. I have to find her. I can't rest until I have her back in my life. She makes me feel alive, she makes smile and she makes me laugh. She's so beautiful and kind. She drives me crazy sometimes because I can't stop thinking about her. She always made me take care of myself when I was consumed with work, patrol and the team. I always felt like something was missing in my life before I met her. I stop by the Bat-computer where Bruce sits on his chair. Please tell me the Batman has found something. I've been rethinking the night she disappeared every time I close my eyes. He spun in his chair looking at me. I feel my stomach aching for food. My body wanting to shut down. Though my love and need to find, Y/N is too important.

"have you found any information on, Y/N" please say something to give me hope

"you're not taking care of your--" I cut him off

"I have more pressing matters to worry with, than myself"

I'm being hostile and rude I know I should be grateful for his help. I can't grasp my temper and control it. He stood folding his arm's with a stern look on his face. Bruce, usually does but if feels more of disappointment. I feel, ashamed because not only have I disappointed my adopted dad, I'm scared I'll disappoint, Y/N.

"and how do you expect to save her when you are malnourished? If you continue to neglect yourself than you are in no way capable of partaking in patrol and saving, Y/N"

I snap back "I am not risking a moment to take care of myself when Y/N could be--" hurt more than likely, de--my gut turns into knots at, those worrying thoughts. I can't even say that word "I have to keep looking, Bruce"

He points to his chair with a stern look on his face "sit down" he demanded

I did as he said. I sit on his chair feeling relief in my legs. Bruce, opened the fridge that was by the Bat-computer. He grabbed a water bottle. I put my hand on my forehead. My head throbbing from a migraine starting to linger. I've been trying to fight. He opened the top of the bottle. I don't want to know how thirsty she is, how scared she must be. I doubt whomever had the nerve to take her away from me doesn't care about her well-being.

"Bruce, I-I-I" my brittle voice not allowing me to go on with my sentence without tears. I can't, I have to keep looking I'm wasting my time, what if she needs me right now? What if she only has a second before--

"drink the damn water, son" his voice was stern but caring

'Timmy, babe please don't torture yourself' I hear Y/N's voice say in my mind. I took the water bottle I drank the water gulping until I drank the entire bottle. I abruptly threw it in the trash can. I stood, I'm so angry. I should be able to find her! I should have never let us separate. This is all my fault. I feel my heart racing sweat dripping on my face.

"Tim"

"what?!" I snapped back at Bruce with a clinched jaw. I took a deep breath "I'm sorry I just am soo angry "

"I know"

"I-I am better than this! I'm the smartest person" I kicked the chair abruptly "but I can't even find the one person I love!"

I grip my hair taking a deep breath. I hear footsteps, my brother's. I took the elevator to the Manor. I open my bedroom door and went inside. I slam the door behind me. I plop on the bed. I rethink about those last moment's with her. We we're in Arkham, all the criminals were loose. We each separated to cover more ground. Afterwards each criminal was, accounted for. Then our coms went to static. I went to Y/N's tracker. I came to halting stop by the drop off for prisoners of the building. I only found her gear on the floor with blood. I ran test it was only her blood. No fingerprints, all the criminals were in their cell. I can't shake the feeling that she's in the most obvious place. I went back to Arkham in my Red-Robin uniform alone. When we were there the power was out so looking through the security cameras was not an option. By the time the back up generator began to come on, she was gone. I stood in the place we found her gear. I remember seeing her blood the gut wrenching feeling I have yet to shake. I shut my eye's I imagine, Y/N standing here. I walk to the window and wonder. Could someone have broken in, why would someone break into a prison? Someone must have used an outside man to get him out. Y/N, was in the way he knocked her out. I look out the window in the distance, those tire tracks are from a, S. W. A. T truck. I text, Jim asking if he has any missing vehicles.

-you're a smart kid where'd you find it? (Jim)

I feel my heart drop. Using my spy-contact's I look at the current account of Arkham inmates and compare to the night she disappeared. All criminals here the same night Y/N disappeared. I watch the security footage from the satellite Bruce had. I see the two men sneaking into the S. W. A. T car. I zoom in, Joker! Which means he got out put a different man in his place. A perfect cover. I watch the vehicle with Batman's satellite. Joker, pulled away from the security cameras. The other man in Joker's attire with his clown look. He went inside I look at the time. 1:30 o'clock Y/N's tracker went of at 1:35. I continued watching I see Joker dragging Y/N's unconscious body to the S. W. A. T vehicle. What has he done to her? I know what he did to Jason. I feel sick. I look for any reports of suspected Joker sightings. Nothing. I told Jim I needed to talk to 'Joker'. I'm doing this myself. He opened the cell

"you sure you want to do this kid? I can call, Batman"

I ignore Jim's worried statement. I stepped in seeing the man. Sitting on the chair in front of the table with a deck of cards. It took everything in me, not to strangle him for allowing Joker to escape and take, Y/N. I hear my intercom I ignored. I sat down on the chair in front of the table. Just has I suspected, not Joker. No belittling remarks, his demeanor of a sane man not of a sick psychopath and no laugh. I grabbed his collar with my hands. I lost it. My control to use my brain over my brawn.

"do you have any idea what you have done?! Where is he?! Where's Joker?!" I lifted him slamming him to the wall the white makeup wiping off his face "where is he?!" I demanded

I am not the strongest amongst the, Robin's. I almost always use my brain. Though my strength is serving well in this predicament.

"I-I ain't afraid of Y-you kid"

I move him away from the table and then slam him to the wall. I am better than this but I can't waste time.

"your trembling voice and trembling voice say otherwise. Where is he?!"

"I-I don't know"

I believe him. I let go of him he fell to the ground as the door opened. I see, Jim

"Joker's, escaped"

I step to leave I'm going to find her, I have to find her. Then I'm bringing her home and she'll never leave my sight again. I finally have a lead off. I can find out where Joker was, headed then I can find where he is and then I can find my girlfriend. I finally found the vehicle only painted as cliché circus colors. It was parked behind a old abandoned warehouse. I walk to the vehicle. The back chained shut. I use the lazer on my smart watch cutting it. I open it my heart breaks. Blood stains everywhere, old enough to pinpoint back to when she was captured. I feel sick, scared but my hope that she's alive. Is the only thing keeping me going. I snuck into the building through a broken window. I stood on the loft. I look down seeing, Y/N! Sitting on a chair. Her feet tied to the legs and her arms tied behind her back. I see, Joker with a crowbar. I jumped down. He laughed his evil laugh with his back arched.

"ha! Ha! Ha! Haha! Ha! Little red Bird-Y boy, we've been expecting you!"

"get the fuck away from her" I demanded

"ha! Ha! Ha! Lose the chance to break ya! Piece by piece until you--" I threw my batarang at him. He ricochet it with the crowbar

I grabbed my bow staff pushing the button expanding it. Joker, swung abruptly right. I block his blow with my staff. I push him before he could retaliate I abruptly poke the end of my bow staff at his chest. He stepped backwards. He laughs again. He then swings aiming at my head with his left arm. I arch my back. As my back is arched I swing my bow staff at his feet to cause him to fall. Joker, fell and swiftly stood.

"ha! Ha! Ha! Nice try little bird"

I hear something behind me, Batman. I take a silent breath of relief. I've been holding back because I'm so filled with rage. He hurt, Y/N he hurt someone who I love most in the world. I don't know how I'm going to heal with that anger, but I know with Y/N anything is possible.

"ha! Haha! Batsy, came along to play"

Out of respect, for my mentor as well as my only father figure and that Y/N needs me.

"he's all yours" I say to Bruce

I ran to her. I ran faster than I ever thought I was possible of running. Though I felt I couldn't run fast enough. My heart racing. First thing first untie her and get her medical attention. Let her heal before I kiss her deep enough to lead to more.

"ha! Haha! Run run has fast as you can--" I hear, Batman punch him. Better bat's than me. I honestly don't know if I can spare him much pain for what he did to Y/N

I quickly untie her as she cried. My heart drops to my gut. My breaths heavy I stutter under my breath holding my tears back.

"shhhh, it's OK you're OK, Y/N you're safe now, I'm here"

I look at Y/N's tightly shut eye's "H-how d-do you know my name" she fearfully questions

"Y/N" Please remember me "it's me, open your eye's. I promise you everything is OK"

She opens her eye's and sobs "T-Tim-my"

I gasp in relief. My heart jumps in relief I held her. She buried her face in my neck. She clinched onto my cape. She sobbed, racking her body. I began to cry that turned to sobs. I gently rock her side to side. She's really here, she's in my arm's. For the first time since she's been gone. I can breath with ease. I feel wholesome. I feel calm. I feel like I'm going to be OK. I have a reason to fall asleep.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N" I choke on my sobs

She kisses my neck "shhhh, just hold me"

[deniigi]

I had a really bad day (I wont say why because I wouldnt want you to feel like I'm guilting you into anything) and I was wondering if maybe you had a dfv/lfv or inimitable verse drabble you havent put up or one on here you really like you could point me to (navigation is hard on mobile) or even just some like hcs. If not its totally ok! You dont owe me anything. But I thought I'd ask and see if that's ok.

Oh no!

Sorry that you had a rough day my dear. I don’t have much in the works for those verses right now (I’ve been hammering my head against a wall, trying to write out a piece exploring Gwen and Murderdock’s relationship–it’s not working tho, so I’m stopping). Of course any of the Clint-based pieces are fun in those verses if you need a pick me up, but I am equally fond of Chapter 13 of Sidebars.

But! If you don’t mind a little piece from Lying by Omission/The Sprawl I’ve got cute little bit of Jack and Ben going out to dinner with Matt and Peter?

I’ll put it under the cut if you’re down

—-

“Dad, let’s go out to eat.”

Jack didn’t trust that. Jack had been scarred by the durian. Permanently scarred. He was never coming back from the durian. He was etching a durian with a big ‘X’ through it into the top of his next coffin for future archaeologists to find and have absolutely no questions about.

Matt, sensing that he was presently not receiving the amount of attention that he could be receiving, oozed out of the kitchen and draped himself over the back of the couch, right behind Jack’s shoulders. Jack glanced to the side and noted that he was wearing shoes.

He wasn’t chancing it.

“No shoes on the couch,” he said.

“It’s my couch,” Matt hummed, already migrating over to the couch’s arm, no doubt to burrow his way under Jack’s own arm.

“It’s a couch.”

“My couch,” Matt hummed, plucking Jack’s phone out of his hand and tossing it callously to the other side of said couch. He then executed the burrow and wriggled himself over so that he was the sole occupant of Jack’s lap. He waited, as sweet as could be, until he had Jack’s more or less undivided attention.

The kid was heavy. Jack couldn’t tell if he knew just how heavy he was.

He suspected that he was more than aware of it.

Matt beamed at him. He did not pull his shoed feet over the couch’s arm.

A sign of obedience. Or perhaps a buttering-up technique.

Tricky, tricky.

“Why do we need to go out to eat? What’s wrong with what’s in the fridge?” Jack asked Matt’s untrustworthy grin.

It faded a little because there was a pout which needed doing.

“I’m tired of eating potatoes,” Matt huffed.

“Take it back,” Jack scolded him. “I won’t hear any raggin’ on tatties in this household.”

“I want rice.”

“I’ll make you rice, Matty.”

“I don’t want your rice.”

Picky little shit. Just like his mother. She’d been the type to refuse a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if the slop wasn’t equally distributed.

Jack’s rice was perfectly fine. It even had bits of onion in it. If he was feeling real fancy, he might even cook it in broth or something.

“Fine, so make rice yourself,” he said. Matt squirmed up and wrapped arms around Jack’s neck. He put his cheek against it and immediately made the skin there it itch.

“You need a shave,” Jack huffed, reaching back for his phone. Vanessa was doing battle with her replacement: Bella the cat. She was giving their zombie group the play by play of the her and the cat’s opposing campaigns to win Wade’s favor. Thus far, Bella had broken a plate and gotten scratchies and kisses for it. Vanessa was outraged.

It was an outrage to behold.

“Daddy.”

Not this again. This was no reason to bring out the big guns.

“Get your shoes,” Matt whined.

“Baby, you can go out. I’m not stopping you from going out. No one is stopping you from going out, god help us,” Jack told him.

Matt abandoned his neck, stretched out, quick as a whip, and snatched the phone on the other cushion. He crammed it into his shirt and then replaced himself and his face-broom against Jack’s pulse point.

Yeah.

Yeah, Jack didn’t know what he’d expected to happen here.

“Matt,” he warned.

“Dinner.”

“The last time we went to dinner, you broke my heart, soul, and trust.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, right. ”

“I won’t,” Matt promised, pulling back to add puppy eyes to the mix.

That was unfair. Uncalled for. Totally underhanded.

“Why don’t you go out with Foggy?” Jack tried as a last-ditch effort.

“Because I want to go out with you,” Matt emphasized. “My pops. My old man. We gotta bond. It’ll make me more well-adjusted. The internet says so.”

Jack was confiscating the internet. The internet was a know-it-all snitch.

“DAD.”

“Fine, for fuck’s sake, boy. Get off, you’re drowning me here.”

  Jack would go out to dinner on one condition.

Two conditions actually.

1)      There was to be no durian. Anywhere. At all.

2)      He got to bring moral support.

Matt was more than cool with that because it meant that he could replace the durian with another creative element which would equally torture Jack.

So Jack asked Ben Parker to come along. Parker was sharp as a tack. Compared to Jack, he was a man of the world. A reasonable and sensitive body with respect for his fellow humans. He promised to help Jack identify potential threats to his person flung his way by his uncaring and mischievous son.

Unfortunately, to that end, Matt insisted that they take Ben’s nephew, Peter, out with them too.

Jack knew from the start that this was Matt inserting his chaos element into what might otherwise be a perfectly tolerable and uneventful night out. But he also held out hope that Peter would be the sweet, kind-hearted boy he appeared to be.

It really was too much to ask for.

Peter latched his whole body onto Matt within seconds of their two parties meeting up and the two of them immediately set to whispering which bode poorly for everyone else involved.

“I believe we may have made a mistake,” Ben observed, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin.

  Matt wanted rice and Peter wanted something sour enough to leave ulcers in his mouth, so the two of them decided that Thai food would achieve both of these effects. Jack was suspicious. Ben told him that Thai food was very tasty and he had little reason to fear, except.

Except.

“Peter hates durian, it’s fine, he won’t be setting up any conspiracies around it,” Ben promised him.

Mm.

They’d see about that.

Foggy had said something similar when he and Matt had dragged Jack out for Filipino food.

  Jack was pretty sure that Peter just wanted a lime. He was 90% sure that all Peter’s cravings could be satisfied with a lime right now.

Matt, however, in an unlikely turn of events, convinced him that he should get food-substances to accompany his burning desire for limes. Peter grumbled at this and deferred to his uncle for support in the face of this logic.

Chaos element, located.

“Pick a carb,” Ben directed.

“Sugar is a carb,” Peter argued.

“Pick a carb in a less refined form,” Ben countered easily.

“If it’s raw sugar, it—”

“Veg, noodles, or rice,” Ben offered him.

Peter scowled.

“You said a carb,” he pouted. “I want sugar.”

“I have good news for you, sweet child of mine,” Ben said fondly. “There is sugar in everything served in the United States of America. You will have your sugar. Pick its structure: veg, noodles, or rice.”

Ben made Jack feel like a shit dad sometimes. Although, to be fair, Jack hadn’t been a dad as long as Ben had.

Peter, outwitted and bitter about it, agitated Matt to help him.

Matt saw no need for that.

“You’re gonna be hungry in an hour and then you’re gonna whine about it,” he declared.

Peter scowled at him and then turned his lethal puppy eyes onto Jack. Jack set up a menu between the two of them because he was not strong enough to cope with that.

Peter whined behind it.

  Things were going too smoothly for too long. Jack did not trust the decent behavior happening at this table. Ben got a kick out of his paranoia, which was great because someone needed to.

“What are you hiding?” Jack asked Matt. Matt scoffed.

“Chill, old man,” he said. “We’re literally just having dinner. Maybe try to have a good time, huh?”

No.

Something evil was afoot.

Peter snickered. Matt swatted at him; he easily dodged the hand.

Trouble.

  Dinner was eaten and paid for and Jack eventually gave up and settled down. Begrudgingly, he had to admit that Matt was right. Thai food was nice. No incidents had occurred. There was no durian. Ben and Peter made for good conversation, even if everything led back to Peter’s obsession with sci-fi films.

Ben told him that if he kept mentioning them, the aliens would hear him and his name would start to move up higher up on their list of potential captures.

The kid was horrified.

Matt helpfully started counting off the number of times Peter had mentioned aliens in the last week and Peter had briefly looked like he was going to cry.

“Is your wife not going to hear of this?” Jack asked Ben as they walked after the trouble duo who had determined that they were finding dessert at a different location. They seemed to know what they were after, so Jack and Ben left them to it.

“Oh, she will,” Ben said.

“And you don’t mind?”

“She encourages it. She’s convinced him that if you leave a tv on static, aliens can pick up on your watch history.”

Interesting parenting techniques going on here.

Ben laughed.

“Well, I guess we just figure that if you’ve got a weird kid, it’s easier on everyone if you just lean into it. My brother probably wouldn’t be so down with it, but he’s not here, so whatever.”

Ah, right.

“Peter’s your brother’s son, then,” Jack noted.

Ben hummed.

“I…guess,” he said uneasily. “I—it’s hard to explain. I mean, biologically, yeah he’s Rich’s son. But, you know, me and May’ve raised him for longer than Rich and Mary were ever in his life, so, I dunno. Is it fucked up that I kind of think of him as my son?”

No. Not at all.

“My eldest brother pretty much raised me,” Jack told him. “My mama couldn’t be assed to do anything more than scream at the drop of a hat and my daddy was busy drinking himself to death, so Bill was the one who got me up and dressed and off to school in the morning. I always thought of him as a mix between a brother and a mom.”

“No shit?” Ben said. “Where is he? He still around?”

Uuuuuuuh.

“We haven’t talked for a long time,” Jack said.

“Oh? Well, now’s your chance you know.”

Jack tried not to wince too sharply. Ben caught it anyways.

“Or not,” he said. “You don’t have to if its painful or something.”

Oh, buddy.

“We’ll see,” Jack decided. “I’ll need to think about it.”

He didn’t know how Matt would react. Hell, he didn’t know how he would react to seeing Bill again.

  Matt and Peter presented Jack with a drink that had evil hiding in the bottom of it.

He should have known better to think he’d escape that night uninjured.

–

I hope this cheers you up my dear and that things get easier for you soon!

[detroitbecomeimagines]

Ok ok ok I'm totally new here, but I just thought of this and I just tried to find an imagine blog ASAP: Hank and Daughter!Reader going through old photos and Hank decides to embarrass his Daughter by showing them to her significant other Connor who is just. fascinated by human growth IM SORRY

[I’m sorry, this had taken more than a day to write since I was uncertain about Hank being in character - I deleted the first draft and tried doing a better one - but thank you for sending this request in!]

“Jesus Christ, when was the last time you cleaned this place?”

You turned to your father, the waste that was clearly present in the house going unnoticed by the former lieutenant and detective. Despite him having said before that he’d manage living by himself and that he was ‘more than happy to have you two fucking lovebirds move out’, you well and truly didn’t take his word for it - and you were right to not to.

“…Don’t give me that look kiddo, I haven’t had the time to clean lately-”

The smell of whiskey lingered on him, and the fact you chose to visit him after work hours meant otherwise - the empty bottles and cans of alcohol left in the living room and kitchen making his whole house smell that of Jimmy’s Bar. You crossed your arms, staring your father down as he raised his hands up in surrender, groaning as you started to clean the house.

“Your old man can take care of himself just fine _____, I just didn’t expect visitors today.”

“Connor told me that you passed out on the floor from playing russian roulette before.”

He muttered ‘fucking android’ at that, his partner being too preoccupied in petting Sumo to notice the look your father gave him, before he also started to help you clean - his LED brightening as you placed a kiss on his cheek as he fetched you plastic bags and some cleaning tools.

“I could use some help ‘old man’, I’m not touching your old boxes of take out!”

You yelled from the kitchen, as he shook his head with a sigh - a part of him uncertain about where you got that stubbornness of yours from - following the two of you as he also started to tidy the place, the cleaning session taking about two hours before you deemed it clean enough.

____________________

“Lieutenant, I found this behind your bookshelves - what is it?”

Connor handed Hank an old dusty leather bound book, the detective trying to recall what this was before blowing off the dust - a single character of Kanji being embedded as his eyes widened - a photo of an ultrasound scan being placed on the front page, a note reading ’_____ Anderson - first trimester’ in the top right hand corner.

“Holy shit it’s _____’s baby photos - I haven’t seen these things in years.”

The RK800 android’s LED brightened in curiosity, as he stared at the photo - you seemed so small and content, but also so fragile in your mother’s womb - your internal organs being the size of his hand. He’d never seen a human being that vulnerable, but there was something about it that seemed to make Hank smile softly.

“_____ was tiny, but that never stopped them from tormenting their mother twenty-four seven…”

He sat on the sofa, Connor joining him as he turned to the next page - one more ultrasound scan being shown on the next page, this one being taken during _____’s second trimester - you were a lot more bigger, your hands raised slightly whilst your eyes remained closed - still remaining in a fetal position. His LED turned amber, processing the fact that this used to be you before.

“They used to kick their mother all the time until they came out into the world, boy was she relieved.”

“What are you two doing - Oh my god, is that my baby photos?!”

You felt your face grow hot as you entered the living room, your father having shown Connor the photo of you as a newborn, eyes still closed shut whilst in your Mother’s arms - having patched hair with a pure toothless smile. His eyes lit up at the sight, comparing the newborn you to the you now - noting that you’ve changed a lot throughout the years.

“Well you made me bust my ass cleaning for two hours, so I thought I should show Connor some things.”

You ran your fingers through your hair with a mutter, leaning on the sofa as Hank turned to the next page, a photo of him trying to teach you to walk as you held the police officer’s hands - your eyes focused on the floor as your hair grew out - having taken after your mother when it came to your appearance, but moreso the father when it came to personality.

“Well, considering the fact that Connor and I have been together for about a year, and that you’re also showing him my baby photos - does this mean he’s officially part of the family?”

You teased, your father closing the book as you reached for Connor’s hand - hands intertwined as the former lieutenant and detective stared at the two of you.

“He’s been part of the family since he took a fucking bullet for you thanks to that last case with the WR600 deviant.”

He grumbled, as Connor’s LED brightened - your eyes doing the same as you hugged the old man - tears threatening to fall from your eyes as the android smiled, Hank himself having a small smile as he had to get used to calling the ‘fucking android’ his son-in-law.

____________________

“By the way lieutenant, how do you feel about having grandchildren?”

“Wait, how the fuck would you two even- wait don’t fucking answer that…”

Hank ran his fingers through his hair, waving the two of you off as he headed back inside his house - Sumo joining him on the sofa as he turned to the last page of the photobook - the last photo being of you graduating the Detroit Police Academy as he pinned your badge, a proud smile on his face.

“I can’t believe the kiddo’s finally all grown up.”

[fart-gate]

SG1

Season 6 episode 1

"REDEMPTION"

PART 1

Notes by me

- there's no previously in the show but I'ma do my own: DANIELS DEAD : /

- "thought they wanted to smoke a peace pipe" oh no

- yo it's my guy siler who says my favorite line of the whole show "incoming wormhole"

- like why are they looking at that worms hole. Leave him be

- when the iris is closed it looks like a butthole

- oh!!! Worm Hole!!!!

- sorry I'll stop talking about worm holes now

- "next" jack is already sick of everyone and everything

- area 51 calling to talk to SAM SPECIFICALLY makes her the hottest character on this show I don't make the rules

- no Daniel in the credits :( but it's the new guy!!! I can't wait to see if they haze him by leaving him alone on an unhabitable planet or something

- it's Jonas!!!!! I'm kinda glad he joined tbh he's honestly a really good guy and by that I mean he's not a villain

- I could be wrong tho

- stop the show right now. He's hanging out in Daniels lab listening to Daniels music and reading Daniels books and notes. Like this.

Alright I guess I'm in love with you now

-Sam taking the new kid on a vacation

- THE WEATHER CHANNEL 😭

- he has a heart breaking backstory i forgot He cant go back bc his people banished him

- "how do I know what color to wear?"

"we call each other every morning"

- very cool how Jonas has the title of The Guy That Showed Them Naquadria

- X302 plane

- wait. Wasn't the x301 the plane they almost died in. Is this a good idea guys

- rocket boosters?!?!?!?!

- they're trying to make a spaceship airplane

- jack walking into Hammond's office, seeing the colonel, and immediately turning on his heel

- a RUSSIAN??? NOT IN MY AMERICA!!!

- also Jonas is RIGHT there AND he's cute you get the best of both worlds

- "over my rotting corpse" he would be fired if this was in any way realistic. He would be shot on the spot

- the way Hammond is describing how much Daniel meant to the team. "A very beneficial viewpoint" 🥺😭😭

- Jonas wants the job so so so bad like he would suck anyone's dick to get this job

- he memorized all of Daniels stuff in only like 2 months????? "Can learn faster than the average human" we love a character with special abilities 👀

- also that alone makes him more qualified to be on missions than anyone they get from russia

- nooooooo the pain in his eyes when she says she doesn't see it happening. I am at war with sam

- we're down to bargaining with tealc now lol

- is it HIS dick he's gonna suck

- tealc: sits down at jacks table with a perfectly reasonable amount of food for someone with his weight height and stamina

Jack: ok lard ass

- if you need a fourth guy that badly youre willing to let a Russian on the team, I think you can consider the alien too

- also I love Jonas and tealc bonding over being from other planets. It's keeping me alive

- yo it's my man bratac!!!

- oh no his wife is sick. Idk how I feel about this they always get weird when they're together

- ok tell me why Jonas looks like a high schooler compared to the others. Like. Baby

- Jack refusing to accept that Daniel needs to be replaced

- also when he's walking with Sam . Hate to see him go but love to watch him leave

- Hammond NOT in the mood for shananagans today I can see it in his angry eyebrows

- hate how tealc gets treated like shit by his ppl even tho he literally saved most of their lives by being a deserter

- " the goauld do not trust their jaffa priests like they used to" hell yeah

- oh myfuck she's dead. Like his wife just died. She's dead

- this whole story about the gate not being able to close is a little boring I'm gonna be honest.

- damn tealc tough break

- his penis bulge when he's talking to ryac in the woods. I'm sorry it's staring at me

- damn ryac chill stop beating the fuck outta your dad homie if you weren't his son he would've taken you out at the knee caps in 3.2 seconds

- also what is this helping lol

- the signal Sam found is too consistent to not be something

- the fact that the naquada in the iris could explode at any given moment seems like a flaw in the blue prints for the gate. Can I get OSHA on the phone

- rip dryac at least you went out being burned like Darth Vader ✊😔

- ryac thinks he's weak bc of the mind meld with the goauld 😭 noooooo

- what an absolutely horrendous idea to sit RIGHT in front of the gate you gonna get halved by the kawoosh

- the hug 🥹

- NOT JONAS DRINKING FROM THE WATER FOUNTAIN TO EAVES DROP

- RODNEY!!!!! Die

- I know that McKay is in the other show so like......im trying to like him but hoo boy

- anything Carter volunteers for Jack immediately does too

- ANUBIS plane?

- I don't trust this thing since Jack and tealc almost suffocated in space

- Sam and Jack matching outfits

- love Rodney being a bitch to Jonas and Jonas just being like Okay Sweetie ❤️ Anyway

- I'm losing it

- I really hope the books and notes that Jonas always carries around are Daniels and not his

- and I hope they all have Jonas little add on markings

- "phasers?"

"sorry, sir"

Jacks right they should attach a torpedo launcher or something just in case

- do they even know WHERE they're going

-this little thing is gonna go warp speed?????? Theyll get torn asunder

-asunder I say!!!

- mission failure bc of ONE SECOND

- Rodney vs Sam

Mean Mug championships

- jacks flirting technique

Step 1

Call her an egghead

Step 2

Marriage

- "you have a way of seeing things at their simplest" OOOOO HE NEEDS SOME MILK

- clap BACK motherfucker

- oh why is anubis a dementor

- "prepare to meet your doom"

"oh please"

Nothing phases jack anymore he's ready to fight dementors now, this is an average Tuesday to him

~

Tealc Whump: Ryac (his son) beats him with a staff weapon. Bloody face, noises

Listening to 🎶 Tell Me Why (Taylors Version) - Taylor Swift 🎶 for Jonas and his Big Feelings about being banished by his own people 😔 can't wait to see him become their child ❤️

[onghwangs]

now i'm curious! who's your personal top 11 vs what you want the top 11 to be?

Wow okay…my personal top 11 is comprised of ppl I foundenjoyable to watch and have fun cheering for, I’m a sucker for dumb fools and hiddenstorylines so yeah. 

But, man if they put this group together I would screambecause noooomg it would mostly be a comedy troupe than an idol group. theymight as well be called 10gagmen1straightman (10G1S)

(edited for guys in the top 59, in no particular order) 

yoon jisung- I likedhim ever since ep 1. I think that most, if not all of the trainees were chatteringaway during the auditions but I find that he seems to not really censor hismouth. I think a lot of the trainees are very and tense image conscious (theyshould be due to mnet) and Jisung (and the other MMO guys) were more relaxed. He’s funny but not offensive funny…Iremember like when Daehwi was explaining his avengers team, Jisung was likeyeah, go ahead and eat up all the popular members, Dahewi and JKKSJDKSJKJKSTHAT MAN. He seems like a genuinely fun and nice person to be a round, judgingby how he seems close to both his label-mates and his 10/10 group-mates….anyways📢📢📢I LVOETHIS MAN AND THAT ANTI WHO DM’D HIM TO GET HIM IN TROUBLE CAN SRSLY FCUK OFF!!!📢📢📢

kim taemin -  he was so cute in his intro vid but he was sonervous his voice was shaking so much lmao poor thing…. But im fucking….ifthere’s really a meme in this show, it’s taemin…everything they show of him, he’smaking a damn fool of himself. Him screaming in the hiddenbox thing, himfailing to do headstands, him dancing to nayana…yeah I lof the fool!! What reallymade me like him was him acting so surprised and happy when someone called hisname wayyyy back during the first nayana perf. Like….he seemed so amazed to have fans lmao what a gem. He’salso quite photogenic too.

Ong seongwu – THEBEST ALL ROUNDER IMO???????????? He’s a good singer ( hE WAS ONE OF THE 6TRAINEES THAT SANG PICK ME! WITHOUT HIM THERE WOULD BE NO NAYA NA), a great dancer, already has charisma and is hotwhile being complete dork? Amazing. I really adore him and his three moles and I’msuper worried for when the 1-pick voting comes because he doesn’t seem to havea lot of individual fans (someone prove me wrong pls)

Park Jihoon –yeah that wink got me shook. But yeah, srsly speaking, his wink did catch myeye but I thought he was going to be wayyyyyy to cute-ish for my tastes. I wassurprised by the way he carried himself (cute, but not too much, he seems to bevery calm too).  I think he’s skilled butcan improve much more (esp his singing) so I look forward to his improvement!! @mnetI’m still waiting for his angry clip L I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WOULD BUY ALL THELIPBALM HE NEEDS, JUST TELL ME WHAT BRAND U WANT BOY, I”LL GET U A SUPPLY SOBIG THEY’LL OFFER U AN ENDORSEMENT DEAL

Kim Yehyeon – He seemslike a really sweet guy and this story is what basically made me stan him (andgave him that 39+ rank rise) my boy is a fuckin saint he went to the emergencyroom because he was too overworked and he had to perform Be Mine will injured..T_T He did not almost die for no screentime and continuous repeats and zoom-insof ppl gulping….anyways he’s also dumb, you should support 

Lee Junwoo – an actualbaby!!!!!!!! He caught my eye in episode 0 but I totally forgot who he wasuntil I saw his famous TATATA dance. What I liked about him was that he didn’t completelygive up after messing up and he kept on going hard @ the dance (he even made itto a C despite those mistakes!) he’s an awesome dancer and has good expressions!I really look forward to seeing his Shape of You stage (I think) I heard it wassupposed to be real good. I’m also screaming because he looks like a baby is ashuge as an elephant IRL 184CM HOOOLLLLLY

kim yongguk – I gotto know him because of that pann post and I support and adore him so much butnot as much as kim sihyun does!!!!! He’s a pretty nice vocalist and pretty goodsinger..but I think because baekho stole the entire stage, it’s hard to judgehis stage presence,  I really do lookforward to seeing his stage and seeing him be more of a savage!

Ahn hyungseop – Ilove him, he’s such a textbook slyth, he even expressed disappointment ingetting a lower rank than before. I can see why ppl don’t like him (similar todaehwi) but I really do adore him and his quirky ways. While I think he’s agood performer, I do think he would be more a B-rank rather than A. I’m stillnot quite convinced of his singing just yet….

Joo Haknyeon – tbh,I feel like he was born to be an idol with a face like that, I think it has amore idol-ish feel than Jihoon’s. I find that he’s a really decent dancer too!I do wish he had a better audition song…like why’d u choose that song and b-boyto it omf. He seems to be a total sweetheart as well! Hanywayz…..i wanna seemore of his friendship with ong, they seem to be good friends as well Y_Y @mnetGIV EHIM MORE SCREENTIME.

Yoo Seonho – it’sa surprised to me how much I like him?? He’s so cute and harmless lmao. I can totallysee why he was casted, along with guanlin, and sent out despite being only trainees for 6 months. they will super popular in thefuture (if cube doesn’t fuck up). I’m not really expecting much from him, beinga 6 month trainee, but he did surprisingly ok in sorry sorry compared to hisexperience, I’m looking forward to seeing his next stage. He also seems to be agreat guy, judging by his fanaccs and activities.

Yeo Hwanung – he’sa great dancer and stable vocalist, why is he being slepton?????????????????????? He seems super sweet and patient with Justin too likegoing through the notes together…

Notable mentions: everyone else, I fucking love and support all of them!!!!!! I just find these 11 really interesting at the moment.

—

 hennyways……here’s my top final 11 AKA B.O.I. …sorta. I thinkit’ll probably change after the next eps as people come to prove themselvesmore!! But this group, I’ll be pretty comfortable with them debuting and confident that they will be able to handle different concepts, all can carry their weight, etc. (in noparticular order)

Ong Sungwoo – HAHAHAHA iLL SERIOUSLY QUIT THIS GROUP IF ONGDOESN’T GET IN LIKE SRSLY HE’S GOT IT ALL I’m SO FUKCING SCARED OF HIS FUTURE THAT’SHOW MUCH I LOVE HIM???

Kang Daniel – He’s another well rounder. So he seems like areal sweet person but he ( along with Ong ) don’t really seem to take shit fromppl and I like that they speak there mind, though I want him to be careful ofhis actions as well LMAO. He’s also a fuckn miracle worker, my friend went fromdisliking him in ep2 to being a full stan by ep5 so I think he seems to be aperson that would keep fans engaged for a long time.

 Park Jihoon – Yeah, I’m kinda being biased, but he’d doreal well as a stan attractor! He dancing is good and I feel like he’ll improveon his singing soon….okay enough…

Kim Jaehwan – holyyy shit his voice is sooo good. All theguys in sorry sorry team 2 were good, but the dude carried the vocals for histeam, lbr. Im sincerely hoping he pulls up into the final 11, the vocals would get a huge upgrade holy shit son.

 Im Youngmin – alpacaaaaa aaaaaa!! He’s growing on me somuch and seems to be a very kind person, teaching the be mine moves foreveryone. I love that group so much, they seem genuinely close to each other !!  His rapping is good and he seems to be quitecharismatic on stage

Kim Taedong – His jump from F to A holyyyy shit whattaman!!!  His moves are sharp and he’s astable singer, I’m really liking what I’m seeing from him so far. I think he’s real idol material and he seems likea complete dork too, I loff!!!!!!

Yoon Heeseok, lmaoooo he’s also another living meme. He’san excellent singer, I really want him to work on his dancing a bit though but heseems to be improving quite nicely, from F-B. his shoulders are also killer.

Lee Daehwi – Another all-rounder. He doesn’t deserve thehate he gets, I honestly hope he makes it, he has the skills and personality tomake it into the idol world. He’s a sweet boy.

-(wildcards) x 3

 lmao okay I cheated, it’s because I haven’t fully decidedyet….i still wanna see more perfs Lbut here are a list of guys I would love to see in the final line up as well.

Wildcards:

from my personal top 11: jisung, yongguk, hyungseob, hwanung,anyone that shows they’ve got what it takes/improves immensely

vocals: sewoon, hoeseung, woodam, gwanghyun(???), donghyun,dongsu, kiwon, keonhee, seonglee. youjin

rap: woo jinyoung, namhyung, big woojin

dance: hyunmin, eunki, kenta, samuel, kim donghan

nu’est, hotshot members: I’m reallllllllly conflicted inthis. In a perfect world, they don’t make it in the top 11 but their companiesgive them comebacks they need and the make it big and win awards and it’s the perfectcomeback story lmao…but I’ll still be happy with any of them in the line up aswell

wow i’m sorry i wrote too long jdksajd

[arsonistslut]

Chapter 21: Return of the Demon

When Jeff went to sleep that night..he couldn't believe who'd show up again.

"You, again..I haven't seen you ever since the murders.."

"You'll have to forgive me for leaving for so long, there was..an incident down in the hellish depths."

"I don't give two shits! Our deal is over! I killed a bunch of people, you saved my life!"

"Jeffrey..great hellfire, it's worse than I thought. That doctor's done a number on you-"

"He's helping me..he's trying to help me so I can live a normal life!"

"Since when have you wanted to lead a normal life? You promised this world boundless slaughter, and only 6 people have passed your hands."

"You came to me when I hated everyone around me, when I'd been set on fire, that isn't me anymore! Nobody else is gonna die because of me.."

"Someone already has died because of you, Jeffrey. A father of two, named Carlos."

"What..what does that have to do with me...?"

"Two..fans of yours were responsible. Eventually, they're breaking you out of this facility, so you'd best change your mind about not sticking with me, because if you don't..well, that Dr. Oborn character you love so dearly will die a horrfic death, and it'll be your fault."

Woods didn't know how to respond to this. What could he do..?

"I'll be waiting, Jeffrey."

Zalgo let out a hideous chuckle as Jeff soon woke up, covered in sweat, a patch of his scarred flesh still sizzling from a small pentagram branded into the side of his neck.

"Good morning, Jeffrey, how'd you sleep?"

"Doctor, you've gotta let me out of this place."

"Wh.."

Jeff's frantic tone, along with the statement he just made took the doctor by surprise.

"Jeffrey, I can't just let you leave in the middle of treatment. Besides, you've committed terrible crimes..you killed your entire family, for Christ's sake!"

"That doesn't matter anymore! He comes, doctor, and he's taking me with him. I'm not gonna be here tomorrow, whether you will be or not depends on whether or not I'm out of this place!"

"Your nightmares have gotten much worse, I can tell that much..we're all going to be okay, Jeffrey, let's just calm down and talk this all through."

"Can't you understand?! THERE'S NO FUCKING TIME FOR TALKING!"

Jeff pulled back the collar of his shirt to reveal the pentagram engraved in his neck.

"Zalgo did this to me, he spoke to me in my dreams again! You'll..he'll kill you if I don't leave.."

"...Jeffrey, I'm truly sorry to have to do this, but I believe solitary confinement is temporarily required for you. You're growing paranoid, and you need to calm down."

The look of disbelief and confusion on Jeff's face told the good doctor everything he needed to know. Woods then leaned forward, his long, messy black hair obscuring his face as he began to laugh, this laughter turning into a maniacal cackle as he was led out of his cell. The guards seemed more than happy to throw him into solitary confinement, his laughing crescendoing into growls of frustration as the soundproofing door closed on him.

Chapter 22: Out of the frying pan

Richard Oborn opened the door to his quaint, suburban home, his meeting with Jeffrey that day still weighing heavy on his mind. Hanging up his jacket and slipping into more comfortable clothing soon after. Sprinkling tobacco into his pipe, he turned on a tape recorder, as had been tradition ever since he started treating patients, and began to speak.

"This is entry..heh, god knows at this point. I've recorded so many of these, I've lost count. Earlier today, I went to see Jeff Woods first, as I believed that apart from scorn by the public, Jeff could possibly reintegrate back into society. However, his behavior today has called that notion into question. He insisted on being released early due to the possibility of this 'Zalgo' creature and was generally inconsolable, so I had him sent away to solitary confinement. I'll be the first to admit, that was a mistake on my end. I should've never isolated him..he's come to regard me as a father figure of sorts, and since my granddaughter's the only one who frequently calls anymore, I've regarded him as a son of mine. The look he gave me when I sent him away..I just want to go back to that hospital and apologize for isolating him. The Quakers used to isolate people as a form of repentance, and even they found it cruel."

Richard let out a sigh as he puffed at his cigarette.

"Splendid, Richard..splendid. I can only hope I haven't broken his trust. In other news, today was my final meeting with Toby Rodgers. Timothy Wright's agreed on being his roommate, and the two did meet each other in Catalina State Hospital, so I believe that things will greatly improve for him compared to his childhood. I will miss him, however. He's been a wonderful patient since the day I had the joy of meeting him, and I'm willing to admit that I've become greatly attached to Toby as well as Jeff. Heh, those can't be good qualities for a doctor, can they? I really have gotten soft in my old age."

The phone rang, so Oborn stopped his tape recorder and stood up, grunting as he stood to answer his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Uncle Richard!"

"Nina! How are you doing, sweetheart?"

"I'm doing great, what about you?"

"I've been doing well, the days have been going a bit slowly for me, though."

"Hey..can I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course, what is it?"

"So..you're all in cahoots with Jeff The Killer, right?"

Richard never did like the nickname the public had given his patient. He felt it misrepresented who he was as a person, but he decided to go along with it, just this once.

"I am his doctor, but I'm not exactly in..cahoots with him."

"...Can I meet him?"

The doctor was..confused by this question. Meet Jeff Woods? In all his years of knowing his granddaughter, he never expected her to be interested in murderers. He let a smile come to his face as he talked.

"I find out something new about you every day, Nina."

"Hey, don't tell mom and dad I said this, but..I think he's kinda..o-ok, really cute."

"Cute? Maybe I'm just out of touch, but I've never understood that. I'm sure he'd be flattered to know that, if not a bit confused.'

"Hey, he's got the emo boy aesthetic to blame, alright?"

Nina giggled as she talked, her joy only elevating when she heard her father's response.

"Well, I suppose having a visitor wouldn't hurt..it may brighten his spirits."

"Yay! Thanks, granddad!"

"You're welcome, sweetheart! If you want me to buy you anything, just call me, alright? I know your birthday's coming up soon!"

"Alright, thank you! Bye!"

"Goodbye!"

Nina hung up and was returned to the phone app. She shut off her device and turned it back on, Jeff The Killer's prideful smirk greeting her as his mugshot was displayed as her home screen. She gave the still picture a small kiss as she got ready for bed.