Danny knew he shouldn't be in Gotham but he refused to let Cujo go hog wild in a highly populated area, especially if there where heros about who might be working with the government.
He had just placed the cap back on his thermos when he received a punch from someone tall, blond and purple all over.
It was Spoiler, and ow she had a mean left hook. Danny didn't want to fight, especially if his opponent was a bat so, thinking fast he rapidly blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, "We'veBeenTryingToReachYouAboutYourCarsExtendedWarrenty"
Spoiler paused, trying to decipher what the heck Danny had just said, but danny was already running
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Have you ever considered that Mary had been Harry's godmother? That even at eighteen she had seen that this war was a death sentence and wanted nothing to do with it. That perhaps the first call Lily made when she found out she was pregnant was to the one person she knew could protect her son and raise him in peace? And of course Mary would have agreed, Lily was her best friend. They all hoped that it would never be needed. But then came the day it was, everything had fallen apart and with tears in her eyes she went to Dumbledore and asked where the fuck her kid was, because that what Harry was now her fucking kid. He told her no, that Harry had needed to go to Petunia who Mary had only heard terrible things about. Of course she would have protested but had no defense when told that was the only way to ensure his safety and the chance at a normal life. Have you ever considered that reason Mary obliviated herself was out of guilt? That after everything all her remaining friends were dead or as good as and she couldn't protect their son?
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still reading house of leaves. i love seeing people’s interpretations of johnny but im very sad to say i don’t think he has long hair. or painted nails. he’s like. a weird misogynist tattoo guy. he’s got like a skull on his arm. when his hair gets too long he feels too feminine. i think he’s a little homophobic (even if he is bisexual. he’s still homophobic.) he thinks lesbians are hot but gets scared when men kiss eachother. like im sorry to say but i think he looks like charlie day in a white tank top and ear piercings. he looks like the guy at the bar that would try to buy you a drink and call you a bitch when you refuse because you don’t like his vibes. he looks like the record store cashier that mansplains industrial music to you. he looks like jesse pinkman, but worse. and unfortunately for some i think he is so cisgender.
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Zukaang ficlet, it's just angst, very short angst.
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“Denial gets you nowhere, Zuko.”
A small pained grin came to Zuko with the memory of the words. He leaned his head back against the stone behind him, looking up into a plain sky. “Nowhere, huh?”
Speaking into the quiet felt dangerous. There would be no response, he knew that, but speaking almost invited doubt. Like there was some edge of insanity in him that wanted to bloom. Speaking felt like watering that insanity.
“I'd say I got pretty far, actually.” Though he quieted to a murmur, he couldn't really bring himself to stop. “I did so much. The world is a new place because of the things I did.” After a few beats, he added on, “And the things I didn't do.”
His eyes left the skies, knowing he'd find nothing there and instead returned to his own hands, resting apon propped up knees. He splayed them out to look at the veins which only ever became more prominent. The rippling green of windy fields backdropped them in an unfocused blur.
“What is there to regret? I've done more than ten average citizens combined. I've had more than anyone could wish for. I've seen the world ten times over. I've known everything I could want to know.” The last claim ended in a whisper as the feeling of lying killed his voice.
Zuko ran a hand down his face, weariness and ever-present ache behind his eyes. When he opened them again, the world made no more sense than when he'd closed them. Still the same familiar scene, a beauty long since stained into mundanity for him.
“Why do I try to kid myself?” He groaned. “Why is it that I'm only good at denial when it least serves me?”
A self-depricating chuckle left him. The world had always been such an unfair place, and now one of the greatest remaining sources of fairness was gone. The least fair thing, he felt, was how the field looked the same as it did five months ago.
With a sigh, Zuko pushed himself up until he was steady on his feet again. “I've said this far too many times, and you've denied it many more, but,” He turned to look at the gravestone marking an empty coffin. “I'm sorry, Aang.” He breathed the words out.
“You were the biggest mistake I never made.”
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