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does anyone even still follow this blog? anyway:

daddy’s home

and by daddy i mean rip

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Rules: Tag 9 people who you want to get to know better (just people in general)

Tagged by: @perfectedingbadideas loser Tagging: @birdonawiresara @followthedrums13 @xnonxnocerex @titanofthemoon @thecharmingknightemma @asterobellis @youhavethetools @cosmosfated @teamxplayers

Top ships:

On this blog:

Timeblazer, with @perfectedingbadideas

Timelantern + Timewarden with @lantern-2814-1

Timedoctor with @followthedrums13

Rip/Donna with @titanofthemoon

Rip/Harley with @youhavethetools

Thanks so much for playing so often and so consistently with me, guys! :’)

In general:

Rip Hunter/Ray Palmer (Legends of Tomorrow)

Jeff Winger/Abed Nadir (Community)

Morpheus/Neo (The Matrix)

Sylvester Pemberton/Pat Dugan (DC’s Stargirl)

Steve Rogers/James “Logan” Howlett (Marvel 616/X-Men Evolution)

Clark Kent/Jimmy Olsen (DC Comics)

Sunny/Bajie (Into the Badlands)

Reed Strucker/Marcos Diaz (The Gifted)

Warren Graham/Max Caulfield (Life is Strange)

Kakashi Hatake/Obito Uchiha (Naruto)

Hans Westergaard/Kristoff Bjorgman (Frozen)

Jedediah/Octavius (Night at the Museum)

And if we’re talking unhealthy ships:

Rip Hunter/Vandal Savage (Legends of Tomorrow)

Victor Creed/James “Logan” Howlett (Marvel 616)

Kilgrave/Matt Murdock (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Kilgrave/Luke Cage (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Jaime Lannister/Ned Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Last song: NOIZ - V6

Last show: The Gifted

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“ i never stopped loving you . ” bring on the pain

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  ( accepting )

For a moment, Rip believed it was the inebriation. But then he remembered that he was the only one between them who’d drunk enough to feel lightheaded-- or, at least, that was what he thought (surely he couldn’t outdrink an Amazonian?). His eyes blinked blearily. The bottle in his hand made the softest sound as he lowered it gracefully to the floor by the chair he’d put himself in.

“What...” He swallowed, furrowing his brows slightly, and caught Donna’s gaze properly. “What do you... mean by that?”

He remembered that she was open about her affections. He remembered that Donna could very well say I love you even to people she only considered friends.

Still, the back of his neck began to heat. More than that, his throat was feeling tighter, like he was going to suffocate.

Perhaps tell me a secret you’ve never told anybody wasn’t a very good ‘dare’ for that truth or dare game nonsense.

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“   stop  apologizing ,   okay ??   i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ”(Remember you can always choice to ignore me. XD)

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌��𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  ( accepting )

“I brought a demon into your home.”

And Rip wasn’t, in any way, shape, or form, proud of himself for it. Not that he would be in any circumstance, but God-- to have brought Mallus into the safehouse, and then to have forced John to go into some nightmareish hellscape to save his nearly diminished soul...

He didn’t deserve it. Rip coughed, still weak from that near-perfect possession, and he knew he had to rest and save his energy, but waking up and seeing John at his bedside had triggered the apologies almost instantly.

“I didn’t... I should’ve fought harder to keep him out of my body. But I...” Rip was still bruised and hurt all over, still covered in the marks that signified Mallus’ abuse of his physical form, but he laughed all the same, humourless and miserable (and cringed a bit because of the way the laughter moved his body). “I’m sorry, John. I really am. If I’d just been stronger, then...”

He reached out, brushing shaky fingers lightly over one of the bandages on John’s arm. “...suppose you wouldn’t have had to risk your life for me. Again.”

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“ you don’t have to hide your tears from me . ”

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  ( accepting )

“It isn’t--” He sniffed lightly, bringing the side of his fist up to wipe at his eye. “I’m not hiding them.”

He had been, a little bit. But how else was he supposed to react to the end of the apparently highly rated How to Train Your Dragon? Rip furrowed his brows, more annoyed with himself than anything, but that ending frame of a boy and his dragon walking side by side into the light outside, each of them broken and stronger together...

“I just didn’t” -- he grumbled, reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief and bringing it up to press his nose to it -- “I didn’t expect a film to affect quite so wholly.”

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“ you’ll feel better if you talk about it . i’m here to listen . ”

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  ( accepting )

He hadn’t expected the camaraderie.

This was less a testament to the sort of person Ray Palmer was (because he was incredible, really-- brilliant and bright in all the right ways) and more because Rip was so terrible at working with other people. He could barely handle Booster Gold, for example, and the man was his bloody father.

Though Rip wasn’t hostile or cold, he wasn’t exactly the most open as far as sharing stories went. His work with Ray went smoothly, of course, and Rip would say he quite liked him as a human being for the natural goodness of his heart, but to be close enough they’d talk about things like this...?

“They were my family,” he finally said, his tone as steady as he could manage it and his lips pressing together as he nodded. “The, erm... the killing we had to witness. The woman and child you saw that younger version of me hold in his arms.”

Because of course a small wormhole had appeared in that point in time. It had, after all, been the beginning of the only time loop Rip had ever subjected himself to willingly-- he’d gone back in time hundreds, thousands of rounds; it only made sense that the constitution of space-time had cracked as a direct result of it.

The immediate threat was gone, of course. Working together, he and Ray had stabilised the link between dimensions in a snap.

But, much as he’d moved on from the death of his family, it was still something to see them die again. To see himself, crying and screaming into apocalyptic air, broken because his family had been taken from him. Rip frowned, knocking his knuckles lightly into the console he was leaning against.

“The reason I started a loop at that exact point in time...” Rip tilted his head slightly, certain that Ray could fill in the blanks himself. Frankly, it was almost shameful of him to even think about the answer.

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titanofthemoon​:

Donna set her new room in order and changed outfits for a night out on the town. Well, HER kind of night. While briefly exciting to head to a bar and pretend to be an entirely different, exciting new anonymous persona for a night- that was more interesting in theory. She would look up the local landmarks, take some night shots, and gaze at local architecture for a while. Especially if she could look at it all from the sky… Too risky? Perhaps. But she had been cooped up all day.

She passed by the man on the desk on her way out and flashed him a brilliant smile that made him visibly weak in the knees. Looking up directions on her phone as she strode out, she could see that Rip had his own plans, too. Good for him! What was worrisome was the shifty looking dark shape following the Time Master by several paces… Oh…. That’s never good. She hung back tailing the one tailing Rip.

It wasn’t like the store was especially far away. Rip didn’t have much of a distance to walk, which was the whole bleeding point of it.

He did, however, have enough insight to forgo the store entirely, moving forward along the pavement until he was able to turn a corner.

After that was simply the process of waiting for whoever was following him to come along, and after that came the split-second deliberation as to whether they were a threat or not before reacting accordingly. If they looked surprised that he’d stopped, meaning they’d intended to follow him further, then he would grab them with their arms secured behind their back and stifled by the wrap of his hand.

If not, well. Then he’d let them go their merry way.

Regardless of the outcome of this supposed follower or not, he waited for Donna to turn the corner too, saying a quick, “Worried about me, are you?”

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thedemonconstantine​:

“Blimey, Carter, ‘n yeh call yehself ‘n Englishman?!”

John’s mirth came with a laugh and a slap to the other’s back.

“Or is th’ bloody future so bleak tha’ nobody’s ‘avin’ any fun nah more?”

He raised his glass pointedly to Rip, grinning broadly.

“I ne’er met a bloke hoo’s dis clueless before,” And John drank.

That little shadowy tendril recoiled at the smack, seemingly mildly offended before it slid away, as if it were finally giving up on its intent, whatever it was.

…or not, for its next chosen target was Rip’s trouser pockets. A brother tendril joined in on its cause. What else of interest could be found here? Sneaky sneaky!

“No,” Rip said without delay, even though the smack had him letting out a tired sort of sigh, “I don’t call myself an Englishman.”

“And what” -- this time, with irritation clear on his features, he stood from his seat and reached with his hands to wrap his fingers around whatever absurd, smooth things were trying to mess with what was in his trousers -- “in the hell are these things?”

Even if the shadows slipped from his tight grip, which he supposed they would, it didn’t matter-- what mattered was the way John continued on his merry little way as if nothing was happening on the sde, and how easily it was to think that that meant these creatures, whatever they were, weren’t targetting him.

“You can’t tell me you can’t see them.”

Rip didn’t know the explicit laws of magic, or the supernatural, or whatever it was that this was, but that didn’t stop him from standing at the ready, prepared to chop or punch whatever stupid attempt at stealing his stuff those shadows tried to pull off once more. He didn’t even care what it looked like to other people, either.

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𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change any gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“   you  don’t  have  to  hide  your  tears  from  me .   ” “   you’re  doing  great ,   okay ??   i mean it .   ” “   you  are  so  strong .   ” “   please  don’t  ever  give  up .   ” “   i  will  always  believe  in  you .   ” “   why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??   ” “   it’s  okay ,   i’m  here .   i’ll  always  be  here .   ” “   you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .   ” “   just  listen  to  my  heartbeat ,   okay ??   ” “   come  on ,   take  a  deep  breath .   it’s  gonna  be  alright .   ” “   please ,   just  hold  me .   ” “   you  always  meant  the  world  to  me .   i’m  sorry  i  let  you  forget  that .   ” “   i  never  stopped  loving  you .   ” “   you’ll  feel  better  if  you  talk  about  it .   i’m  here  to  listen .   ” “   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” “   i  forgive  you .   ” “   you  are  so  fucking  powerful .   ” “   i’m  not  leaving  you  here .   ” “   i  trust  you  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  universe .   ” “   it’s  okay  to  be  confused .   nobody  has  all  the  answers .   ” “   i’m  so ,   so  sorry .   you  didn’t  deserve  that .   ” “   healing  is  not  linear ,   but  it’s  always  moving  forward .   ” “   you  can  admit  that  you’re  hurting .   it’s  okay  to  not  be  okay .   ” “   hold  my  hand ??   ” “   you  are  my  home .   ” “   no  matter  what  anyone  else  says ,   you  are  so  important  to  me .   ” “   don’t  worry .   i’ll  protect  you .   ” “   shh ,   it  was  just  a  nightmare .   you’re  safe .   ” “   don’t  talk  about  yourself  like  that .   ” “   just  say  the  word .   you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  you .   ” “   you  are  loved .   ” “   i  just  need  a  hug .   ” “   i’ll  destroy  anything  that  so  much  as  thinks  of  harming  you .   ” “   don’t  ever  let  anyone  make  you  feel  ashamed  of  who  you  are .   ” “   you’re  not  alone .   you’re  stuck  with  me  forever .   sorry .   ” “   well ,   hello  sleeping  beauty .   you  fell  asleep  on  me .   ” “   if  you  don’t  take  your  butt  back  to  bed ,   i  will  carry  you  there  myself .   ” “   i’m  sorry  to  wake  you  up ,   but  i  really  need  someone  to  talk  to .   ” “   i  hate  seeing  you  like  this   …   please ,  let  me  help .   ” “   you  are   &   always  will  be  precious  to  me .   ” “   i  can’t  believe  that  asshole  said  that  to  you .   it’s  not  true ,   you  know .    ” “   you  want  me  to  punch  him  in  the  face  ??   ” “   you  deserve  every  good  thing  in  the  world .   ” “   you  know  i  always  have  your  back .   ” “   you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  anything ,   as  long  as  i’m  around .   ” “   stop  apologizing ,   okay ??   i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ” “   don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  this .   be  kind  to  yourself ,   it’s  not  your  fault .   ”

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Wait, pissed means drunk? Shit. "oh tha's righ'. ian says tha'. huh." Despite living in London for a couple years by this point, some slang goes over his head. "eh, 'e still a god. much ova bas'ard as 'e is, 'e deserves some respect. especially those who dodge nearly every single onna my arrows i shoot at 'em." He shrugs, teetering to one side briefly before righting himself. "fightin' gods is eeeasyyyy rip, easy! coul' do i' drunk an' 'alf blind!" How cocky of him.

“I suppose you could do anything drunk and half-blind,” Rip concedes; he doesn’t quite understand the concept of respecting gods, not when he isn’t in favour of any of them, but doesn’t care enough to argue it.

“The question would be the finesse and success in your endeavour.”

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perfectedingbadideas​:

John heard the sound of the door open and turned to look at who was coming in just in time to feel a hard kick to the side of his head. After that, everything went black.

He came to afer who knew how long later to the sound of what sounded like another voice. One aside from Ray. Though Ray’s was a little louder than the other was. Enough to make the pounding in his head worse. He rolled his wrists to see if he would be able to do anything with them. Of course not. They wouldn’t leave them out of a cell without some kind of bindings.

Groaning with a mix of annoyance and pain from his head he shifted his eyes towards the other man. “I’m awake. Enough yellin.” Feels like he’d been hit with a bat. Probably the aftermath of getting kicked in the damn head and the gas. Blinking a few times to get himself to focus he started to scan the area. 

“Th’ hell are we?” Cause this was not that building they had been in before. He wasn’t sure what the point of them even being here was. Wasn’t like either of them had any kind of information that whoever was responsible for this was going to get out of them. Ray didn’t know anything. Only that something wasn’t right and that he was helping out someone who felt the same way. Way to go John got someone else dragged into the bullshit. He didn’t know what they wanted but he wasn’t looking forward to sticking around for it.

Lets see if he could work a bit of an escape act into this little episode. Get out of this situation. “You’re makin th’ headache worse.” He felt tired still but he had a bit more of an ability to concentrate. Could get them out of this maybe if they would walk out. “Gonna see if I can’t get th’ hell out th’ situation.” He grumbled as he started working against his own bindings. He wasn’t sure if getting out of this part would be much of anything. However he didn’t feel like sticking around long enough to find out what was wanted of him.

“Though I heard someone else talkin. Where’d it come from?” He only saw Ray. But there had been another voice. One that was a bit more polite than he thought he would hear since showing up here.

Seeing John awake and well had Ray letting out a relieved little sigh. He’d been feeling guilty about screwing everything up, and though he had, in fact, screwed everything up, it was good to know that John at least wasn’t hurt too bad.

Save for a splitting head, it seemed. Ray tried to keep his voice a bit softer when he spoke again. “I don’t know where it came from. It sounded like it came from the ceiling...”

“That’s because my speakers are in the ceiling, Dr. Palmer.” There was that cheerful voice again! Ray jumped slightly, looking up, and had his head turning sharply from side to side as if trying to find some sort of huge stereo system somewhere.

“And no, I’m afraid it’s not something so easily seen. Captain Hunter had made certain of that.”

“...’captain’?” Ray echoed. “Wait a sec, you mean Mr. Hunter?”

“Yes. He quite preferred being called ‘captain’ before he joined Mr. Thawne and his group.”

“Why do you know him?”

“He was my captain.” The voice sounded especially about that. “And yours as well, though judging from your confusion I suspect you must not remember who I am.”

“I...” Ray furrowed his brows. “I don’t. Sorry, lady.”

“Oh, there’s no need for apologies! My name is Gideon. And if there’s anything in particular you need, I can tell you where to find it, even if you’ll have to get it on your own.”

“Uh--” Ray furrowed his brows. “Um. John, what do you need to get free?” Because Ray was no escape artist, and he was fairly certain if he did his best to struggle all it’d accomplish is getting him to fall over on his side.

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show me a hero and i’ll write you a tragedy

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"HAH!" He raises his hands into the air in the gesture of making a point. "see?! see, loki?! someone fuckin' thinks ah can do it! mano a mano- usted contra mí, en las llanuras!" Fleur huffs at something and then settles down as easily as he got riled up. "bah. arsehole. aaaannnyway, m' no' pissed. ya would know tha dif'rence if ah was pissed versus uhhh yanno, tryna deck loki fer interruptin' mah date las' week." Sounds like brothers bickering really.

Pffft. Rip almost laughs at that-- at the way Fleur speaks, at the way his body moves, at the exaggerated little gestures. “‘Pissed’ means ‘drunk’, mate.

“I didn’t expect you to use ‘usted’ with someone you wanted to fight, though.”

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perfectedingbadideas​:

John was having a bit of fun with the whole cute thing. It was clearly a slip of the tongue. But he couldn’t let him let it down on his own. The other man’s reaction to the hair dye was a good start of the trip. John knew what they had coming up. Knew that they were getting ready for something that was a little different than his usual gigs. But somehow he was keeping himself in rather high spirits. He had dealt with demons of all kinds for so long that maybe he wasn’t thinking this was going to be so bad once they found him. This one was big though. John wasn’t going to hide that fact. 

“Well seein as I’ve heard you sing before and I’m sure we’re gonna need some kind of entertainment.” It would take them a few minutes to find the bastard. 

“Haven’t checked to see if we had any kind of instruments.” He was joking; he didn’t think that Jaspar had been much for the whole musical scene. John wasn’t sure if there was anything they would actually find.

“You’ve been living there how long?” At this point, Rip assumed that John would’ve known every inch of the house... but honestly, the question had been rhetorical, anyway. Rip wasn’t actually going to comb Jasper’s house for a guitar so he could write a song about how cute John was.

Not when he could just fabricate one.

“Entertainment... and if I wrote a ballad about your hypothetical cuteness” -- hypothetical, he said, lying through his teeth like a lying liar -- “surely you’ll have something to offer in turn.

“I’m not nearly good enough at music to just write a song for you for free.”

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"not'in's a surprise ta loki. fuckin' bas'ard." He scoffs, then tilts his head. "you aaaare surprisin'ly level 'eaded f' someone lis'enin' ta me talk about figh'in' tha gods. you fought a god bafore, mr. mysterious? keepin' juicy stories from me eh?" Should he be cut off from drinking? Possibly. Is he going to take another swig? Hell yes.

“I’ve never fought a god in my life, Fleur. I’m afraid you’ve got me beaten in terms of life experiences... or expectations.”

But working with one is another story. Still, it’s not information he gives easily.

“The study of history’s given me a wide breadth of knowledge, though, which is to say you’re not the first person I’ve heard of wanting to smite a god with such veracity... even if you are just on the edge of making me believe you might actually get to do it.

“Granted, I’m also only calm because you’re pissed.” He chuckles a bit at that. “And being the sober one’s ingrained in my body, it seems.”

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"i'm gonna figh' tha gods!" He throws out his hands in a wide gesture that almost looks like 'come at me!' before only holding up one finger to point at something over his shoulder, where nothing is. "specifif- speck- spe-cif-ic-ally loki. tha' one's gon' fuckin' get it. 'e's a douchebag. ever talked to 'im? 'e's a nigh'mare."

“I’m afraid I’ve never spoken to Loki, no.” But here Rip stands anyway, gently bringing the hand that’s pointing back down. “Though I’d assume as a god, he ought to have some ability or other to hear you even from over here.

“You’d like your attack on the gods to come as a surprise, wouldn’t you?”

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It was strange that this boy was trying to make himself look more trustworthy. It made him wonder why it was he wanted to help, what it was he would derive from this; in the world he came from, doing good things for the sake of doing them simply wasn’t an option.

Michael took in a breath that made his nostrils flare, and he opened his mouth to argue again when he heard the sound of barking not too far away. He turned his head in the sound’s vague direction, pulling a knife from his jacket that he brandished without delay, and then looked back to the other boy with the tiniest little curl of his upper lip.

“No grownups?” he asked, though he supposed the phrase ‘hide out’ probably gave that fact away. He watched the other boy’s face for perhaps the span of a second before conceding; they didn’t have enough time, if there were dogs being sent after them, and in his mind he concluded that if he was betrayed, all he’d have to do would be to kill this boy and everyone else that got in his way.

It wouldn’t be too different from the norm.

“...fine.” And that was, most likely, as civil an agreement as he could muster, but Michael liked to think he had a good enough plan for if things went south.

“Where do we go, then?”

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The kid didn’t trust him. Wasn’t sure he blamed him. Who was to say he wouldn’t call someone the moment they were somewhere. Still something about this other kid made him curious. He had seen his picture on a lot of different things. Saying something about how dangerous he was. He didn’t look any different than a lot of kids their age. Maybe a little on the skinny side. But then so was John wasn’t he? He had no clue what the kid had done or why there was blood on him. But still it seemed like the right thing to do right? Off another kid a palace to crash.

John shrugged because that was a good question. Why trust someone you didn’t know? For all this kid knew he’d call the cops on him the moment he got the chance.

“Th’ hell I do tha’ for?” He cursed a lot more than that whenever he wasn’t around adults. His father tended to react poorly when he used language in front of certain company. Didn’t want to have to go through that right now would he.

“Don’t like’em much either.” He had issues with people of authority to. “Figured you’d want a place to hide out while your face is posted up all over th’ place.” He didn’t think he’d be able to hide out for long. Or for his matter keep things going. After all he was just a kid and John didn’t think he’d be able to do much if they found him. 

“Got this place I usually hide out in when I don’t wanna go home.” He admitted after a moment. “Don’t really have a phone so can’t call th’ coppers if I don’t have a phone.” Maybe that would be enough to get him to start moving. Wasting a bit of time with this conversation weren’t they?