#but i cannot spare the money that she's demanding

[alcego]

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#might have to move back into my parents' house bc of some real slimy business practices 🫠 #i regret boarding at that barn i regret sticking to what i knew #absolutely furious to be in this situation #but i cannot spare the money that she's demanding #& my priority has to be keeping my account w/vet in good standing #so what if it makes me miserable and is yet another failure #so what. who cares anyway right. #back to staring at the wall now trying not to self destruct

[lulu-nightbon]

alright, i... didn't want to do this. i didn't want to have to do this. especially with all the hate ive been getting in my inbox recently. but i don't have a choice.

hi. im lulu. im a 21-year-old autistic immunocompromised queer person. i currently live with my mother (senior) and my little sister (10 years old). i need your help to get out.

(context and avenues to help below the cut)

as some of you may know, my stepfather died on august sixth from a heart attack. we lived in his parents basement, as it was all we could afford, and we depended on his income. he had a stable job, and mom decided to become a housewife and sell some things from the buisness they created together. when he died, the buisness was dissolved, as it was an llc partnership. his parents are extremely controlling, and as such, he was only able to finally start building up credit when mom came along, and we were almost at the point where he could qualify for a home loan so we could get out and get away from his parents.

that's gone now.

mom cannot qualify for a home loan because of her student loan payments and the credit card payments. we do not have the money to pay these off, and mom is trying desperately to get a job. we need the money to get out, as my stepfather's parents have been trying to get my sister away from my mom and shove both her and i out of the family for years. things are only getting worse now as we have reason to believe they are spying on our conversations and even going so far as tracking us (for example, they found a spare key to the car and went and took it and "cleaned it out" without mom's knowledge or permission, as it's her car now). they have been trying to circumvent mom and go behind her back during the entire process with the funeral home, coroner's office, all the legal documentation, and they are extremely infuriated that they cannot decide anything or push mom out because they are not the next of kin and have been trying to circumvent this. we have reason to believe that they're going to attempt to sell the cars that are still in my stepfather's name to collect on the money and never give us a dime, like they had with almost all of the money my little sister received as part of the college fund we set up at my stepfather's funeral as well as any money that my little sister had won in the past. we will never see a dime of it, and it's extremely upsetting that they are doing this. they have been running scams for years, and they have been nothing but hellish towards my mother, claiming she's withholding information from them when she has offered more than they've asked for and they have done nothing but take my little sister out and about without ever telling mom anything (for example- they screamed that mom was withholding information when she said she didn't copy the tox report for them because it was empty and claimed they needed to know his cholesterol levels [which doesn't even show up on a tox report- they didn't run his blood, either, and they didn't check his cholesterol levels anyway because they know that's what killed him, they could see it] and would not provide reasoning why [it does not affect them anyway just by nature of it being cholesterol], while on sunday they took my little sister out the whole day and failed to communicate with my mother that she would be with them and would be home after dinner).

they have been screaming at mom for collecting social security as though she was stealing their money and demanded that she doesn't get a job, and we have more than enough reason to believe that they are trying to get her to default on the bills so they finally have legal grounds to take my little sister and kick us out, leaving us with nowhere to go and no options. they have even gone as far as to threaten to take my sister away using force in the past, and, as they have firearms, that is a terrifying threat. they are unhinged and extremely upset that they cannot control us and make us do what they want, how they want, when they want, and they are up in arms over it.

when we move out, all hell is going to break loose, but the longer we wait, the worse it's going to get.

my stepfather, being 37 when he died, did not like thinking about his own mortality, so he didn't have a life insurance policy, a 401K, a will, nothing. we have been left high and dry by his death, and that is pushing aside the grief. we do not have the money to pay off the bills, pay for a lawyer, pay to have the car re-keyed to keep them from stealing it again, or to even flat-out buy a house to circumvent needing a loan, and on top of it all we have to deal with stepfather's parents not allowing us to grieve and implying that mom is a tramp and a heartless bitch that will blow any money given to her when she is more financially responsible than them. we also have to worry about them stealing our things, especially with how much they complain about how messy the basement is when most of the things here are theirs (stepfather's parents are hoarders- more specifically, his father hoards cars, and his mother hoards everything else, going out and shopping frivolously almost every day).

we need help with money, and i hate to ask, especially with the requirement of revealing my legal name and in light of the harassment i have been receiving for over a month now, but we need to get out of here, and we need to get out of here soon. it's only going to get worse the longer we stay. we need money to help with the bills, my mom's student loans, getting a lawyer, and getting a place to move into.

im posting this because im the only one my stepfather's parents won't find on any platform that i choose to use. my current goal is $9,000 USD, if only just to get enough money to get a cheap plot of land to move into, or one of the really cheap houses out here. this won't cover the loans or bills in addition, or the cost of getting a lawyer or anything else we need, but it is enough to get us a cheap place to live. i know it's a lot of money, but we are in a dangerous situation and need the money to escape. if we were to pay for everything, the goal would be in the hundreds of thousands, and i feel horrible just asking for this much. if you can't donate, please reblog, even the visibility might help and please do not spread my legal name. please remember to put "payment" or something generic in the reasoning box if it's required so that i will actually receive the funds instead of having my account purged from the site. i didn't want to ask for this, but i have no other options. please help.

c*sh*pp: $lulunightbon

v*nm*: @Lulilial

Goal: $0/$9,000

#im sorry #i don't know what else to do #please forgive me for this if you ever can #financial aid #autistic #trans

[acesandwords]

There are over 600,000 children in Rafah. In total there are ~1.4 million people crammed into Rafah. They are currently trapped and unable to cross the border into Egypt due to Israel ramping up their bombing and beginning a ground invasion.

All the same, these families only hopes are raising money through Gofundme so that they still might get a chance to cross. Please, anything helps, if you can spare $5, $1, $0.50 literally all of it adds up and it does make a difference. Gofundme has a $5 minimum but many people have opened their venmo's and cashapp's, with accountability and receipts, in order to take smaller amounts.

predominantly the fundraising is happening through tiktok, a creator there named Erin Hattamer set up a program call Pass The Hat which helps sign other creators up to adopt a family, who has gone through a two a part vetting process. She is working in tandem with Project Olive Branch who has been helping families for months now. These programs work, I have seen dozens of families raise their goals to get out. Please considering donating, and if you cannot reblog this so someone who can might see it.

It costs upwards of $5000+ for a single adult to cross the border, I know that sounds like a lot especially with larger groups trying to escape, but it is doable with many small donations.

Project Olive Branch

Erin Hattamer - Pass The Hat

Call your reps and demand a permanent ceasefire

I'm also going to link one of the families I've donated to here, as they are still pretty far from their goal and could use a boost Dalia Masoud

#palestine #free palestine #all eyes on rafah #gaza #all eyes on gaza #erin hattamer #pass the hat #operation olive branch #palestine fundraiser

[mogekoakiko]

Heh, yes, to take a break from drawing (one day, I will finish all the doodles on this fandom, but not in this life lol) I drew my OC to Mine

@minevn

(Her backstory and relationship to the characters. Sorry for any mistakes. Warning: child abuse and themes of depression(?))

Came to Japan when she was still a child, when her parents moved to Japan from Russia. As a child, she was a quiet and shy child. During her school years, her parents demanded excellent grades from her, but despite great efforts, it did not work out (she was able to overtake Haruto, but not Kei). Mistakes and mistakes were accompanied by physical punishment, which she tried not to tell Haruto, Jun, Kage or Aki about. Numerous comparisons between her and Kei (her parents knew who she was in class with and who was in what position in their studies) and violence due to the fact that she could not overtake him led to hatred towards Kei. When Kei grades deteriorated, she quickly took his place and the family became loyal to her (as an adult, they began to argue that she was not looking for a husband). As an adult, I wanted to go to Kultorog of Russia, but due to lack of money I went to work. Despite her grades, she is unable to find a good job other than her family's restaurant, where she works until she finds another job or money for school. In his spare time, he enjoys reading, drawing, playing the DiZi flute, singing a little, and mostly playing games.

She has a calm and pessimistic character until it comes to your favorite games (get ready for the fact that she calls up ALL the lore of all games, about all the characters and all the most popular theories about them) or about things that interest her, she tries to hide her depression and short temper. There is a tendency to keep negativity inside until it breaks through. Height: 170 cm Birthday: 22.11 Likes: her hobbies, good and calm people, music, delicious food, nature (except some bugs), swimming in water, cute things, cook and does it well (If a person is dear to her, then she is ready to cook for him from time to time) Dislikes: noise, dirt, spicy food, being bullied or irritated, too much temperature changes. Family: Mother, Father, older sister (remained in Russia in early childhood) Corporate color: blue-violet. Additionally: her appearance changed almost immediately when she moved out from her parents (they get angry), she loves hugs madly (can hug for hours), due to the disease, she often feels dizzy, weak and drowsy. Due to memory problems, she sometimes finds himself in situations where he cannot remember the name of a person (even an acquaintance), which is why he often takes notes in phone.

Minato: I met him through work, although there was no way to find out his name. Values him as a good friend, although at first he was tense because of his height. Loves his grandparents.

Haruto: became friends at an early age when their mothers brought them to each other. Since then they were inseparable, Haruto protected her from “bad” people, and she supported him in almost everything and tried to help (probably considered her mother to be his mother). Even though she feels a little suffocated by Haruto's constant presence, she still values him very much as a friend and trusts him with almost everything. At some point I thought about applying for a job in his company (even if it was to work as a cleaner)

Jun: We met through Aki. Tried to overcome my shyness and make friends with her. She adores her as a friend and admires her talent, although she is embarrassed when she wears her creations. Tries to support and help in many ways.

Kage: met him through Haruto. At first she was worried that she was somehow scaring him, but then she relaxed, considers him a friend and tries to take care of him (most likely she helped look after him as a child). She tries to be as gentle as possible around him. At some point she worked with him, but he left…

Hoshi: met him when she got a job at Kikuchi's restaurant and it was one of the worst days of her life. His bullying and ridicule plunge her even deeper into the abyss of self-loathing and depression, despite the fact that she tries to convince herself that Hoshi is just an asshole who doesn’t care what he says. The only thing stopping her from hitting him is that she needs a job. If I found out that he was cheated on, I would immediately say that his ex-partner is shit (but he’s not much better either)

Habiki: met him when she got a job at his family's restaurant and it was one of the worst days of her life. His insults also negatively affect her, but she still admires his violin playing and, despite the hatred, is not afraid to say so. (adores his mother, considers she a gorgeous woman, but is probably a little embarrassed at the beginning of meeting her)

Aki: I met her in elementary school, most likely it was her initiative. Was her second friend since she met Haruto. She values her as her best friend and misses her when she doesn't see her for a long time. Yani: I met him at work and… I regretted it. She contacted the police several times when she saw him breaking into her apartment, but it was to no avail. After several hundred attempts to drive him away, she gave up and treated him…neutral. Now she's just trying to keep him on a short leash and make sure he doesn't do anything weird. At some point, she may have invited him out to eat when she saw him back in the apartment and tried to find out more about him.

Kei: I didn’t communicate with him during my school years (even almost during the project). The only interaction was when they were partners and when Haruto got angry at Kei (she pulled her friend away and left saying "Sorry"). If she met him as an adult, she wouldn’t recognize him right away, but when she does… she won’t love him. She remembers and knows that it is not Kei fault that her parents are terrible, but over the years she has been taught to consider him an enemy. Trying to love him will cause her dissonance and confusion. However, despite her dislike for him, she tries not to be rude and treat him neutrally, keeping him at a “familiar” distance. Basically, she won't turn to him for help… unless it's a very last resort. (Akiko parents will probably immediately write him down as a potential husband for her (He is serious, rich, smart and treats their daughter well, so why not the best husband?), despite the past. (Although he admits that his eyes are so incredibly beautiful, but I won’t talk about it)

#yandere #male yandere #fanart #visual novel #mine vn

[theworldoffostering]

Hospice told us on Friday that my dad wouldn’t make it through the weekend. They said we were down to hours or maybe a day. It’s now Tuesday night and the hospice nurse just left and said based on the changes in his breathing during her visit, she doesn’t think he will make it through the night. He’s had nothing to eat or drink since last week Wednesday. These days and nights have been exhausting. Just bone weary exhausting.

DS had a birthday too, and I didn’t manage to buy him a single gift, but did make him an Oreo cake per his request. I cut it but didn’t have time to eat it before I had to rush back to my dad. The day sucked and I feel terrible and it’s difficult to be needed in two places at once.

Ms. 6 has been demand texting my BFF and DH all week. I blocked her from my phone last week. DH mailed all of her things to her yesterday. Now she’s demanding paperwork. I finally messaged her on FB yesterday evening and kindly told her that there would be no more demanding. I am going to enroll her in an online school so she can hopefully finish high school, and we are going to return her work uniforms so she’s not charged for them, but I’m not sending her medical records or any sort of paperwork as I don’t have it and cannot access her medical records. I did tell her she could access her own medical records, and I tried to be loving while firmly shutting down more communication about this issue. You left. You deal with your choices. I’m under zero obligation to do more and feel like I’ve already done a lot for her in the last week given the circumstances.

I’m back at work (virtually) and madly trying to find a spare minute to prep while my brain is functional. It’s not super functional right now.

DD hit me up for money for hygiene products yesterday and today. I said no (very nicely) and then she told me today she took her cat to the vet. She told me the vet wasn’t “that expensive.” She then told me she also got what she needed for herself at the store. I’m really glad I didn’t give in. I did buy her a dress and undergarments for the funeral. I am also going to buy her shoes and probably pay for a haircut. You guys, I feel like such a terrible parent. How am I raising people like this?

[spunsugarmusings]

“Story of Evil Sentence Starters

Starters based on ennsings' version of the Daughter of Evil, Servant of Evil, Regret Message, and Daughter in White. Change pronouns and tenses as necessary!

"She bought her luxuries, spending without heed."

"She had everything anyone could want or need."

"We are short of money, but I want a diamond ring."

"Squeeze out every penny from the peasants' savings!"

"Anyone caught standing up against the queen's demands will be sent to the guillotine!"

"On your knees, peasant!"

"You bloom in dread alone."

"Your beauty cannot ever be compared, but your venomous thorns are like a viper's fangs bared!"

"Oh, wither and die without making a sound!"

"I want to hear the girl scream in agony!"

"Not one single tear, despite all the people's cries, fell from our lady's icy eyes."

"Oh my, it's time for tea!"

"The queen of Evil must certainly be killed!"

"Anger and fury built up over time."

"You ragged, unmannerly dogs!"

"Paradise is lost for the maiden of vice."

"It crumbled and shattered, like brittle, crisp ice!"

"Her death was scheduled for three in the afternoon."

"You wilt in dread alone."

"People today sing this song to their kin."

"Now that was the story of the maiden of sin!"

"You have me as your faithful servant alone."

"We were twins torn apart, when our fates should have shone!"

"To shield thee from danger's deadly call, I will sin, I will kill, I will sacrifice my all!"

"I was destined as your tool."

"They can swear you their enemy and curse all they want!"

"They can brandish their swords and be on the hunt."

"Never fear, never cry, I will always be near!"

"Let not your smile, my sun, fade into icy tears!"

"I was captivated then, knowing love at first sight."

"This love will remain locked deep inside."

"I will answer her wishes, her mind I will ease."

"Why, my lord, do my tears fail to cease?!"

"We are twins like two seeds in the soils of madness sewn."

"You smiled, and you smiled, innocent without a flaw."

"If this is what they call a retribution for her sins, God's words I will go against."

"Here are my spare clothes, now wear these and run."

"Don't turn back, don't stop, don't talk to anyone."

"No one would ever notice that you got away!"

"They say you are a lady of vice and disdain!"

"Then I am evil as well, with the same blood in my veins."

"Somehow in our next life, if we ever meet again, let us play together once more, and be the best of friends."

"There's a secret I know from a long, long time ago, about this sea of woe."

"Write your wish on paper and fold it in half; in a little bottle it goes."

"Give it to the sea, and someday you will see, your dreams will bloom like a rose!"

"Float away with the sea, glass bottle full of dreams."

"You were always there for me no matter how absurd my pleas."

"You'd given me your all and still I did not see."

"I wonder if you've ever gotten mad?"

"Now I am alone, with no one else to hold, far away from the world I once knew."

"You're not here with me, so I'll leave it to the sea, to tell you how much I miss you!"

"Float away with the sea, tears full of regret."

"Looking down, I only see my own silhouette."

"Why do we only realize our sins when everything has come to an end?"

“Oh, how I wish that I weren’t alive!”

“Wretched is a life when lived alone, with nobody’s company but your own.”

“Gradually, naturally our lives entwined.”

“I learned to leave my lonely days behind.”

“She became everything that I had got, despite being everything that I was not.”

Why would she show love and sympathy to one whom was so unworthy as me?”

“Never have I met another as beautiful as you are!”

“I won’t fear, I won’t cry, I have you by my side, you who gave me all the worth I need inside.”

“Everyone I loved and cared, not a single one was spared.”

“Why can’t I die in her place?”

“Who do good lives go to waste?”

“Does this all boil down to unchangeable fate?”

“In the end I made a different call; I did not avenge your death after all.”

#rp meme #askbox meme #inbox meme #roleplay meme #rp memes #ask box meme #starter sentences #sentence starters #ask meme #starter prompt #story of evil #ennsings

[ukrfeminism]

5 minute read

A heavily pregnant woman sits in the corner of the Little Village baby bank in Tooting, south London, carefully folding a pile of baby clothes she’s been given.

She is one of thousands of mothers who will rely on charity this year to give their babies the start to life they deserve.

Like food banks, baby banks provide essential items for parents of young children aged 0-5 years old. Nappies, clothes, pushchairs, cots, breastfeeding equipment and toys fill every bit of floor space at the Little Village HQ.

Since launching in 2016, the charity has helped some 17,000 children. However as more and more people fall on harder times, it is noticing a huge increase in demand.

Tawakalitu Idris, 41, is almost nine months pregnant and visiting the baby bank with her husband and daughter in the hope it will provide her with much-needed supplies for her impending arrival.

It’s quiet when I walk in and Idris is sitting calmly in a chair while a volunteer rushes to and fro collecting items for her – there are the essentials like clothes and nappies, but also a breastfeeding pillow, baby bath, bottle steriliser, cot and pushchair.

Her little girl is choosing some school shoes with her father, and – pleased as punch – promptly bounds over to her mum to show them off. The shoes are secondhand, but in as good as new condition. This is something that really matters to the charity, says a spokesperson. They want those receiving the items to feel like they are gifts, rather than hand-me-downs. 

While Idris and her husband both work in NHS hospitals, bringing home roughly £2,700 a month, they simply cannot afford the supplies they need for their new baby on top of mounting living costs.

This woman, who spends her days caring for the elderly on a hospital ward, is now relying on the kindness of others to make sure her baby has the essentials it needs when it is born.

“In terms of our income and the way things are at the moment, we don’t have enough to purchase good [quality], new baby things,” she tells me. “We have the option where we can get it from Little Village and use it, and then return it back when we’ve finished with it.”

It can cost anywhere upwards of £1,000 to buy new baby supplies, especially bulky and expensive essentials like cots and pushchairs, and this is spare cash that many families just don’t have.

With food shops and energy bills rising, alongside crippling housing and childcare costs, more and more parents are having to make impossible decisions as to where their money goes. 

For some families, that means their babies are sleeping on the floor because they can’t afford a cot. For others, it means not leaving their homes because they have no money for a pushchair.

A study by the University of York estimates 45 million Brits will be forced into fuel poverty and struggle to pay energy bills this winter. Meanwhile two thirds of all UK households – or 18 million families – will be plunged into financial precarity by January due to soaring inflation, which is already at a 40-year record high.

This is the second time Idris has sought support from Little Village. The first time, she says, their family was “destitute” as both she and her husband were out of work. Someone from their local food bank referred them to get help paying for their gas and bills, and because she was pregnant at the time, she was told about Little Village and how they could support her.

Without such services, Idris says it would’ve caused her “a lot of stress, mentally and physically”. 

At 36 weeks pregnant, it’s important for the sake of her health and her baby’s that she doesn’t dwell too much on the rising costs, but worry is still bubbling away in the background. “With the situation with the country at the moment, it’s really challenging and really stressful mentally,” she says, before adding, “but we just need to take it easy.”

She and her husband are always thinking about budgets, she says, with the top priority being able to feed and clothe her family. They’re already had to cut back, for example preserving water when washing up, and they’re teaching their four children that it’s more about “what they need, rather than what they want”.

“Sometimes it’s a struggle but we let them understand why that’s happening,” she says. These can be difficult conversations when they come home from school and reveal their friends are going on holiday. “They ask where are we going for holiday, and we try to let them know that we can’t go because we haven’t got enough money.” 

Coping with the costs of bringing one baby into this world is difficult enough, but when life blesses you with two it can mean double the outlay – and when you have no income at all, things can swiftly become unbearable.  

Diana* and her husband are out of work and living with relatives. They are visiting the baby bank today with their young twins – two beautiful baby girls – who were born prematurely in January this year.

The couple are getting more supplies for their babies, who have grown out of all of the items they were originally gifted from the baby bank back in January.

All four of them are sleeping in the sitting room of a relative’s home in Stockwell, she tells me, because they have no money to be able to afford their own place.

“Life is easy if you’ve got the money, but if you haven’t got the money, life is hard,” she says.

When her babies were born, the pair relied on food banks, however this support has now stopped and they’re relying on their relatives to keep them fed and provide a roof over their heads. “If it wasn’t for the charity, maybe I would’ve died,” says Diana.

Today they are collecting some more clothes for their daughters, as well as a walker, nappies, bottle-feeding equipment, shoes and toys. 

Families are referred to the baby bank for numerous reasons – whether that’s low income, mental health problems, homelessness or fleeing domestic violence. Around 22% of the people helped by Little Village are seeking asylum and 5% are victims of trafficking.

Emma Gibbs, a spokesperson for the charity, says the first five years of a child’s life is the most expensive time for new parents. It’s also the most critical period in a child’s life in terms of development. Baby banks exist to ensure these children get the start in life they deserve.

Many of the families have nothing, she says. “In winter we’ll see children come in who don’t have a coat,” she says. “We see babies who’ve had the feet cut off their sleep suits because their parents can’t afford a new one.”

Some of the families – like Diana’s – are sharing beds to keep warm. Others are rationing nappies down to one or two a day because they can’t afford to use more. “It’s devastating,” says Gibbs.

“Anecdotally we are seeing a lot of families where at least one of the parents is in work and the wages just don’t pay enough to keep up with the cost of living, inflation and childcare costs.”

This year alone, the charity has answered 2,580 requests for support from struggling parents across London – and it predicts this figure is only going to rise come winter, when the worst effects of the cost of living crisis take hold. 

A survey conducted earlier this year in February, way before the latest eye-watering energy bill predictions came out, found 98% of UK baby banks expect 2022 to be their busiest year yet, citing rising living costs as the main reason.

Little Village expects to support 1,000 more children this year as a result of the cost of living crisis. It has already supported 2,586 under-fives this year through its baby banks across London.

The charity is now urging people to support them with donations of high quality (not stained, broken or tatty) baby clothing, but especially “big ticket” items like prams and cots. Monetary donations are also appreciated, as the charity needs to buy packs of nappies and new mattresses for the cots.

Despite facing such hardship, Idris remains quietly positive that they’ll get through whatever hurdles they face in the coming months. “There have been a lot of struggles in the past few months but, as someone who believes in God, we just need to be thankful for where you are and what you have,” she says.

“So irrespective of where you are at the moment, at least when you look back you can say ‘ok I was able to push through these hard times.’ I think that’s the most important thing and that is what will keep us going as a family.”

*Some names have been changed to offer anonymity to interviewees 

[thefloofartist]

Hey, sorry to bugger you again. Now first things first. I get that you have an obsession with those RWBY fans, but your misinformation tends to lead the wrong way.

An NFT is at the end of the day, a URL or Website. Fanart or fan animations or fancomics? Those are things shared readily to all. Therefore, they do not qualify as NFT.

Now I looked over not only Baron, but also another commission who is doing Flynt Coal commissions. Both spend thousands on their commissions. These commissions apparently can go up to $500.

So they have $ to spare. But according to you? Seeker does not have cash to spare. You are saying that he/she/them is somehow starving themselves. And yet you offer no proof of that. I've checked on the other RWDE members statements and apparently this individual cooks and has a budget. So in other words?

You're basically trying to lie about this dude and claim they're poor, when they're anything but...because you don't want them to commission anything...Isn't that right?

I've seen your videos on your channel? "RWBY is broken"...Show seems to be going pretty well with Japan taking such an interest and video game companies also interested.

What's strange is how the people who claim RWBY is "dying" are the same people demanding harassment of those defending a show.

Is RWBY a flawed show? Oh yeah. Is that an excuse for you to go after anybody defending the show or enjoying a hobby of commissioning fanart?

Guess what they say about you in the different discord channels are true....you did harass the writers and VAs.

Seeker is in credit card debt.

Seeker also regularly starves himself just to have enough money for these commissions. He cannot afford to spent 1k at a drop of a hat (proof he doesn't earn enough money because otherwise he'd just spend it all at once, right?), so he has to parcel it out in monthly chunks.

Why would I lie about Seeker? I have nothing to gain from engaging or speaking about him. Why? Because he just unleashes a plethora of alt accounts to harass myself and others just for calling him out. Not just that, even posting about him on Tumblr gets total strangers to harass me over things that Seeker and Lilith Fairen blew up out of proportion to try to make me sound like some grotesque Reddit incel. Seeker is such a massive time sink that I would much rather spend my waking hours and energy drawing and working on the things I love.

You may have missed my initial post on Seeker, so I will reiterate what I said there - Seeker invaded my friend's space, and by extension, invaded my space, to cause problems. That post was at least two months ago and he hasn't stopped since. I sorely wish him an IP ban one of these days, but he just keeps circumventing any kind of blocks just to continue his antics. He even keeps a list of people just so he always has someone to harass or lie about. Very normal behavior.

I won't be addressing what you've said about me specifically, because I know whatever I say will be disregarded. My point is Seeker is unstable and incapable of taking care of himself, and his behavior towards others is unacceptable.

#canonseeker #answerseeker #rwde #does this count as rwde?

[songofsutarima]

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11) Write a poem where each line ends with a word that doesn't rhyme with anything. (Orange, silver, purple, month, angel, dangerous, etc.)

As someone who depends on rhyme like money used to count on silver

It truly drives me mad that half the time a similar sound cannot be glimpsed.

Rhyme is sort of my favorite thing, and when I can’t, I’m filled with angst.

When there’s nothing for me to bring, it’s kind of when I pop my fifth.

That’s only in the hopes that in pursuit of sleep or writing, my mind may oblige.

That’s why I’m wrapping up with this line; this poem feels weird; like sinking into depths.

12) Write a poem with twelve lines, where each line represents a month of the year.

Breathe in, cold, crisp, full of hope

Exhale short, from time cut and you cope.

Step, heel-toe, one foot leading the other

And play not the fool, spare embarrassment for mother.

Let it be that you come home

And ‘Juin’ not they that roam

Do not lie, you would not return

I’d guessed you’d rather simply burn.

‘Xcept embers sting, have cause me be one burnt

Awk though over years, heat hasn’t caused me one turnt.

As turkey time approaches, and we have a bird roasted

I hope we know…not even Christmas for this stressfulness should have boasted.

13) Interview a mundane object in your home.

Hey, Merida, glad to have you with us today,

“Glad to be here” I’m sure she’d say.

Tell us, I’m sure some would like to know

What makes you happy, gives you glow?

“Maybe that my owners always find time to blow

Sometimes using me quickly, often taking time, burning with me slow.”

Do they take care of you? Treat you well?

“I would say yes from what I can tell,

Though..since I’ve been cleaned it’s been a spell.”

What is your favorite memory from what you recall?

“Mom choosing me from the shops glass stall!”

What about scary? What struck you with fear?

“Losing some brothers and sisters, some colored, some clear.”

Okay, finally, just for clarity for our readers,

Do you mind specifying what you happen to be?

“Oh sure! I’m a favorite glass, used quite often

Thought I prefer “water pipe”, there are other words that also define me”

14) Write about your earliest memory.

I feel I should start with a disclaimer small.

I’m not going to like writing this. Not much at all.

But the earliest fragment I can claim

Is one where I was slightly maimed.

I want to say it was a Friday evening, possibly the day that follows.

Regardless, it’s an eve that causes hard swallows.

I was having a good day, not much was wrong

Mom was getting ready for Im guessing clubbing all night long.

Feeling happy, more or less dancing on air

Stepping into Mom’s room to say I love you and I care.

“Mom! Hug!” With arms up and hands out

Perhaps it was rude and a little demanding

I still don’t really know what she was angry about

I just know what rings feel like from someone backhanding.

The sting was small, I think I was mostly in shock.

Like..did I annoy you with the way I talk?

I remember just standing still for what seemed a moment eternal.

And that’s basically it, the earliest entry in my memory journal.

15) If you found out you weren't filled with the normal things (blood, guts, etc.), what do you think would be inside you?

I was bored once

And being of curious mind

I set out to do some tests

To see what I might find.

I started with CT’s

To put the hidden in clear view

And it may shock you to know

Instead of a heart, I found a crew.

A dozen or so beings

All of emotional name

To throw me in different corners

All working furiously the same.

An MRI is the scan that followed

I needed to see the shape of my brain

I just had to know what was in control

Who had the supreme reign.

The scan revealed nothing,

To me it made no sense

I needed fresh eyes inside

And had to convince a friend off his fence.

Just a small window

Enough to see

And shine a light

Into apparently cavernous me.

Smoke and water

All things in clouds

Whispers and murmurings

Words dressed in shrouds.

X-rays I suppose

Was the most logical thing.

Hoping what holds me up is iron and bone

But at this point expecting wood and string.

Showing up on the scan

Something I didn’t believe at first pass

To see that even that is hollow

As my bones are music and glass.

The next part was just me

Something just I needed to know.

Something a little gruesome

To find what really really flows.

Just a small incision

I mean…it’s certainly what I meant

But I couldn’t waste the time

As it was already being spent.

It was odd to see what flowed

To see once cut what would be the river.

Silver, and gold, light and happiness

And hopeless blackness, greys that made me shiver.

One thing that was unexpected

I didn’t look for and so didn’t think I’d see the sight.

When I wanted to see what life had made me,

I didn’t think my soul would still show any shimmering light.

16) Write a poem in which you forgive yourself.

Do you not know or understand

The fires I’ve caused and fanned?

“Forgive yourself” I have heard them say

But that seems for someone else on another day.

The blood on my hands, the ink blackness of a heart

I’d love to forgive. But how do I get there? Where do I start?

Listen well, please, as it’s said another time

A past can stay past without repeated crime.

Yes, I saw what happened, what you did and said.

I see the things that cause the daymares constant in your head.

I understand you failed, you aren’t who you could have been,

That does not mean you don’t deserve your zen.

It has been quite long enough; there is something that must truly be learned.

It’s time to just let go, be forgiven; it isn’t as though it can be earned.

17) Write about what kind of poetry different animals would write. (Would small creatures write shortpoems? Would beautiful creatures write beautiful poems? Or would it be entirely different?)

If you listen in nature, and can read,

Poetry is every creature, from bee to stallion steed.

Buzzing little friends writing circular and square.

Swans writing love sonnets to show their care.

While mighty beasts like wolves, lion, or bear

Write ballads of battles where they crush those that dare

Challenge their power, prowess, and strength.

Doves singing psalms at unending length.

Owls and elephants with proverbs to spread wisdom with words.

Haikus hidden in the chirps, whistles, and singing of birds.

Rhyming important for spiders who like all things in order.

While dolphins push more of a free verse border.

All things in nature have poetry, some song.

One of my favorite things is to listen and read-sing along.

18) Write about an object you've lost. Where might it be now?

I lost it when I was a child

I set it down, but should have filed

Something somewhere to remind me where it went

Before I had hours and hours searching spent.

It was late at night, so I feel only so much blame.

And it wasn’t me that stripped innocence from my name.

19) Try to write a"square poem", in the style of Lewis Carroll.

If I love you forever

Will you forever return?

When the last lights all go out

Will our fire continue burn?

Will you, in this journey life,

Hold my hand at every turn?

Or be a lesson to learn?

20) Write about sounds you might encounter in outer space.

Floating in a vacuum, you might find

Something that really should not shock your mind.

The things you might actually hear floating in the vast emptiness of space

Would be your skin freezing, your lungs cracking, as life leaves your body without a trace.

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The top of the list

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Soft rafe plz!!! 🩷

𝓇.cameron. ┆ crybaby.

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"what's wrong?" rafe asks immediately, already feeling a headache coming on as he watches your pretty, displeased face form right in front of him—glossy lips twisted into a cute pout, your cute little nose twitching every few seconds signaling your soured mood, your brows knitted together as if someone backhanded you across your sweet face, the misty look in your doe eyes, the way you're fidgeting underneath his intense stare.

it's all too much—too, too much, and you feel like you're about to burst into tears any second.

luckily, rafe seems to catch on to these telltale signs fairly quickly, thanking god that his girlfriend is just too sweet and easy to read whenever she is upset, which is most of the time.

casually, he makes his way over to you and practically tugs you in against himself, hearing your cries a second later and a bunch of gibberish he cannot understand as you babble on and on about what caused you to be this upset.

rafe would never admit it, but seeing you cry? it made the tall, intimidating, oldest cameron feel weak in the knees, his big hands would shake and clench repeatedly, as if preparing himself to go into war for you for whoever upset his girl.

"hey, hey... a'ight, calm down, daddy's here, yea?" rafe mumbled into the top of your head, feeling your body give several more shakes as you continued to wail girlishly against him, making rafe feel like he could physically murder someone with his bare hands if only you'd just stop crying.

"d-didn't mean t-to, daddy... honest," you hiccup after a few minutes of your feminine hysterics, now practically curling up against rafe like a newborn kitten, snuggling against your beast of a boyfriend and seeking out his warmth—rafe always ran hot, hotter than most, though perhaps that's because of all of the partying and illegal substances he does.

strangely, since you two started dating no less than four months ago, rafe had made it known how he kept away from the the alcohol, and all of the drugs, solely for the purpose of his girl since he knew it would make her upset—now, it was strictly business to him, and he liked having the extra money on the side for his girl so he could spoil the fuck outta her.

"alright, alright... you gon' tell me what happened? or am i gonna have to pry it outta your damn mouth?" rafe muses, his words a bit harsh but his tone of voice remained gentle, at least for this occasion—and oh, perhaps he really is concerned about what's wrong with you.

you couldn't help but gently sniffle, your freshly manicured nails digging into your boyfriend's shoulders as he moved and brought you to sit down on his lap in front of his desk, not even sparing his laptop and all of the paperwork he would need completed a second glance—no, his girl came first, his number one priority was you and always would be.

"it's jus'... i was out with my girlfriends earlier, y'know?" you begin in a shaky, trembling, meek voice, your eyes still spilling those damn tears that made rafe want to kill something—however, the oldest cameron surprisingly stayed in control, waiting for you to explain as he brings both of his big, heavy handed hands up to caress your flushed cheeks, using the rough pads of his thumbs to brush away any fallen tears.

"yea, and?" rafe scowls, quickly losing his patience.

"what does ya girls have to do with you bein' in tears and all of this shit?" rafe demands, trying to keep himself in check—ever since dating you, he's had to change little things about himself (which he didn't mind, as long as he got to be with you, of course), he changed the way he spoke, more gentle and understanding so as to not frighten your pure, fragile heart, to always leave his broad shoulders slightly dropped so he could appear less intimidating—fuck, he even changed his vocabulary of speaking because you didn't like it when he referred to other girls as 'bitches'.

after another moment of your endless, crybaby tears, rafe begins to feel himself start fuming, the skin on his knuckles still slightly torn due to a fight from the other night when he beat the shit out of some guy that wouldn't stop fucking flirting with you at some party—needless to say, rafe continuously clenched and then would unclench his large fists, before sighing and giving up to bury his hands in your pertectly styled, glossy hair, needing to hold onto you before he completely lost it.

"i- i just... i thought they were my friends, and then they—" you trailed off with a small cry, shuddering in your boyfriend's lap, clinging to him like a needy, spoiled little girl—and that's only half of what you were, the other half? the other half you were the sweetest, most precious baby angel, and the best part?

every part of you belonged to rafe cameron.

"baby," rafe sighs, hearing you continue to let out soft cries again, your tears wetting the shoulder of his fancy, freshly dried-cleaned shirt, but he didn't care. "you can't let them get to you—in fact, no, you're never seeing those girls again, ya' hear me?" rafe scolds, shaking his head as you gently, carefully, and almost shyly lift your head from where it's buried in the crook of his neck, seeking his warmth, his touch, him.

"you're not gonna see those cunts again, i don't care what they did, but if it's leaving you this upset... nah, nah, that ain't gonna play with me, you got it, baby?"

obediently, dumbly, you nod with your misty, doe-like eyes that looked up at him as though he held all of the answers, instantly stroking his already massive ego, making the oldest cameron hold back a smirk.

"tell me what i wanna here," rafe tells you simply, his baritone voice coming out a long, lazy drawl, as he leans back in his chair and wraps both of his large hands beneath your sweet little ass, completely ignoring your pretty sundress and going straight underneath the flowing skirt since he knew you were wearing no panties.

you look startled for a moment, cheeks warming and you begin blinking at rafe owlishly, your bottom lip lightly trembling as you tried forming the words your boyfriend always made you say.

"i.. i-i don't need anyone," you stammer softly, sounding so sweet, feeling your heart thumping erratically against your ribcage, "d..don't need a-anyone—don't need anyone except for my daddy."

after hearing this, rafe gives you a wolfish grin.

"that's daddy's good girl."

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[incoherentlybitter]

I am the money keeper, calendar checker, HOA contact for our address, responsible fucking adult in my house. And my brother's friend's little brother moved into our spare room because his dumbass realized too late that moving in with a girl he didn't know was a bad idea. She turned out to be physically abusive so of course I helped him end his lease, we moved his stuff in the span of like 2 hours and we've reached a verbal agreement for rent and responsibilities.

I've had to get on him a few times about stuff, like getting his application sent into the HOA, not spending all his money cause his rent is much cheaper but still needs to be on time, doing his own dishes and dealing with his laundry in a timely manner.

The problem is he apparently cannot be single for more than two weeks. He's got a new girlfriend, and since my brother's friends come over on Sundays he brought the new GF over. I got home from work, met her, got changed, fed and med my dog, and almost got into a fight with his brother, my brothers friend. Cause his new GF is cooking their dinner, and he keeps wordlessly disappearing to smoke, and she keeps quietly asking where he's gone, she did his dishes without a word and started the dishwasher. She made us fucking cupcakes. She's being so nice and he's being such a typical idiot pothead so I said to her, "his dumbass is not telling you a thing huh?"

And both my brother and his brother went "for fucks sake cut him some slack!" As if my brother did not, less than 5 minutes before, give the boy shit for not offering his GF a drink

So his brother huffed off to where his little bro was smoking, and didn't get to hear my conversation with my own brother about like hey, I just got home and this fuckin kid is gonna not clean up after himself and leave his GF hanging the first time she's over of course I'm gonna complain, chores don't disappear just cause you're horny or whatever

So now I'm getting the fucking stink eye from the kids older brother cause he obviously doesn't know how I've had to pull his little brother around by the hand to make him a functional fucking roommate and lord knows my brother isn't going to defend me cause he just wants a calm time with his buddy

God every time these social disasters roll around its always me that's the bad guy, I'm always the asshole who doesn't know how to say the right thing, I'm the piece of shit who's too demanding and exacting. But this is how we have this fucking house, I am the reason we have the things we do, I handle the finances and all professional interactions. I have been who I am my entire life and my brother knows that and he still won't fucking defend me. He doesn't fucking like me half the time and it's so maddening to know that he is one of my only friends but I am not a priority for him

#vent

[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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[bitter-sweet-coffee]

i need to talk about some reasons why i love betty white because i'm not sure if everyone knows how cool she is outside of her titles like "first woman ___ in hollywood" or "honorary mayor"or something about an Emmy nomination streak.

- she's a huge animal welfare advocate; she wanted to be a zookeeper but it was male-exclusive job at the time so she went into the entertainment industry to fund her activism, although she became a zookeeper later.

- she invited arthur duncan, a black performer, on her show in the 50's and told the backlashers to "deal with it" even though it got her show cancelled. she wasn't performative, she wanted him on the show and didn't give a shit what happened to her reputation for being an advocate.

- on that note, she is a long time supporter of the lgbtq community as well, and has always pointed out that same sex relationships can outlast heterosexual ones and that it's about the quality of the person themselves, not their labels that define their worth.

- she volunteered in WW2 transporting supplies

- in WW1, her father made radios and sold them on the side for spare money, but since no one could afford to purchase anything, he'd trade the radios for people's dogs so he could properly care for them. her family loved animals which is why she does too, and her father wasn't "firm" or whatever the 20th century nuclear family demanded (she's also an only child!) they were a fun bunch despite their time.

- i'm bringing up the animal thing again: she refused to take roles for media that involved any harm to animals (fictional too— mad respect for this because i cannot watch shows where animals get hurt or die outside of nature documentaries or vet shows)

- she did not have children and was decisive about this, putting her foot down and saying it would not be fair to have kids when she is career driven and wouldn't be able to offer them a fair upbringing with split attention like that, and ultimately she loved her job more! yet, when she inherited step children from her third marriage, she considered them blessings

- she is such a preacher of self love and independence, but admires chivalry and considers herself to be a romantic. i think this is a nice balance

- above all? she didn't let age or aging define her. as someone with a huge distaste for aging (ABOUT MYSELF, aka i never thought i'd live past 16 and the idea of continuing to exist for decades is intimidating) it's comforting to see someone do whatever the hell they want and indulge in everything that makes them happy for their whole life. it's actually inspiring, and the fact retiring isn't something she acknowledged? like, "if you love your job why stop, what could be better?" like i really resonate with that. i want my career to be the most enjoyable thing because the idea of hating my job is daunting and something i'm working my ass off to avoid, so yeah

anyways, i love betty white and will always treasure her as an inspiration

#bsc moment #betty white

[theworldoffostering]

Hi, I’m an emotional puddle over here.

Ms. 6 and I had lunch with her mom this week. It’s the first time either of us have seen her in like 12 years. The lunch went about as well as it could which I was glad about. Mom looks good and appears to be doing well.

The county is looking to place one of Ms. 6’s biological siblings with Mom. Talk about full circle. It’s still way too much for me to process. I can’t reconcile what I know to be true about the case and this reality.

Ms. 6 is keeping her feelings close to her vest per usual. Mom paid for lunch which was very kind of her and unneeded particularly since she drove about 3.5 hours to get there. Ms. 6 was a complete disaster prior to the lunch, but got through the actual lunch very well. She has already threatened to move in with her grandparents next week as well as for the school year.

DD has a birthday this next week. She blasted me on social media during pride month for not being supportive of her sexuality choices. She neglected to add that she’s never talked to us about her sexuality despite me making 800 attempts to talk with her about it. One post said she has finally been able to figure out who she is now that she’s out of her “childhood” home. Spare me dude. You didn’t move out. You left without notice (several times) and then made several demands on me. It’s just gross and hurtful and so dishonest.

Baby went to overnight summer camp for three nights. Came home and has wet the bed every single night despite staying dry at camp. He’s gotten up at 4 and 5am daily and has screamed and cried every night at bedtime and every morning as our alarm clock. He’s also stolen several pieces of candy and gum from his siblings, and just continued to create general chaos in our home to the point that I feel pushed over the edge and just don’t feel like I can do this any more. I cried at 8am when his “community case worker” showed up for this appointment earlier this week. We took him out of one program and put him in a different one in order to access Theraplay. However, we had to give up in-home help in order to get the therapy. It’s maddening. I basically said that I cannot live my life without in-home support for him. Our family therapist told me I needed to get out and do self-care which I absolutely cannot do because I don’t have enough/any help for Baby. I also called the state and asked them to send a packet to amend his adoption assistance. I’m hoping that perhaps if we can access more money then we could allocate that for therapy and go back to the program that was giving us in-home help.

Every single thing feels like an emotional landmine. I feel so down and haven’t been working out, walking, etc. I had so much more in-home help last summer and my dad wasn’t dying which certainly helped.

#parenting is hard #parenting teens #adoption

[skiitter]

Also in my roundabout way I would like to request a Lann ficlet, start with angst but make it happy? or just happy. Or just anything because you are a great writer!!

okay so uh this got away from me but here's 3.8k words of lann pining after the commander and being an idiot in love.

He is not staring. He is restringing his longbow after their latest run in with the remaining demons still lingering in the area, that's it. He is absolutely not staring at his two companions huddled together across the fire. He is not watching with rapt, singular focus at their every interaction, seeking answers in her soft words, his sardonic remarks. The Aasimar gestures rudely with his hands, and she laughs loud, the chorus of it echoing through the empty ramparts. When Daeran dips his head low to whisper in her ear, the skin of her neck flushes and Lann forces himself to look away.

He's pretty sure they're sleeping together. It's hard to know for sure, thanks to his complete lack of experience in interpersonal relationships, not to mention his one and only lover having been someone he'd known since birth. Wenduag was a blunt edge of expectation, and Lann always knew exactly what was happening between them. When it comes to the Commander and Daeran, however, he isn't totally sure.

That unknowing, that gray area of wretched hope, is killing him. Falling for her was not on the agenda, seeing as she'll live for hundreds of years and he's lucky if he's got a decade left. Not to mention that she's (probably) gonna save the world and he's just some Mongrel who's legacy won't extend beyond the small role he's played in the crusade. He's never been a glutton for punishment, what with life underground being horrid enough already, but there is a sweet sting in accepting his unrequited love for her that he can't shake. It drives him, despite it's doomed end, to do whatever he can for her fight. If he cannot give her his heart, he will give her his life.

"You're staring," Seelah whispers, her hulking form crouched next to him as she sharpens her longsword.

"Can you blame me? Looking forlornly into the campfire is just one of my many talents."

Seelah chuckles and jerks her head slightly towards the Commander and Daeran. "Oh you're looking forlornly alright, but it's not at the flames. You should talk to her."

"I do talk to her. I talk to her everyday. Are you saying you don't? Honestly Seelah, she's your commander, you--"

"Fine fine, play coy. I'm just saying Lann, we could die at any minute. Do you really not want her to know how you feel?"

Lann swallows, the ugly reminder of mortality and how the sword strung above him dangles far lower than the Commander's tightening the sinew around his heart. "Sh--she doesn't need any more burdens. The Commander's got enough going on, what with that pesky Worldwound thing." He spares one last glance before turning his body away, enduring the biting cold as the heat of the fire leaves his scaled skin. "She doesn't want to deal with a lovesick Mongrel and really, who could blame her?"

"How could you possibly know what she wants if you don't talk to her?"

"Because it's not her wants I'm concerned with, it's her needs. And she needs me to be good ol' reliable Lann. She needs me to shoot my arrows and kill the baddies. She needs--she needs something she can count on and that something is me."

The Abyss happens all at once and it's a miserable experience for them all. Their time in Drezen made him soft, he thinks, because the camp at the Nexus is horrifically uncomfortable. The ground is somehow colder and harder than any other he's slept on and no amount of fire really chases away the shadows.

They spend a significant amount of time in Alushinyrra, and a significant amount of money staying at the Bad Luck Tavern just to avoid the discomforts of the Nexus. It's on one such expensive stay that a group of frankly moronic thugs try and rob the Commander while she sleeps. Her ever-present and ruthlessly protective Velociraptor dispenses them in quick measure, ripping the throat out of the final victim before Lann even has his bow drawn.

Up until that point they'd opted for three rooms, in groups of two, but they downsize to one after the attack. The Commander's life was hardly in danger but playing with fate isn't something she likes to do, chaotic nature be damned. The tavern owner grumbles but, with a golden incentive, allows them to drag one of the other beds into the room so the sleeping arrangements aren't quite so cramped.

Ember curls up into the Commander's side, her sisterly affection having transformed them from companions to near family. Woljif takes the other bed, offering half of it to Regill. The severe gnome answers him with a severe look and Woljif extends the offer to Lann instead. He glances at Daeran but the Aasimar is already tucking himself into the space between the Commander and the wall. With not a small amount of jealousy, Lann resigns himself to his fate and joins Woljif.

A soft rustling pulls him from a restless slumber some time later and Lann wakes just in time to see the Commander whisper something to Regill, who is stationed at the door, before slipping into the hallway with Daeran in tow. He watches them until they vanish and, as he looks away, makes uncomfortable eye-contact with the gnome. Regill's face is as impassive as always, but Lann feels guilty for some reason, like a kid caught with his hand in the rat cage.

"Is this going to be a problem?" Regill asks him as they head out the next morning. Well, not morning since there is no sun or sky or joy in Alushinyrra.

"Hard to say, this city does tend to be a bit on the rough side," Lann responds.

"The Commander has assured me any physical relationships she has with the party aren't going to be a problem." It's not a question but it's not not a question and Lann looks around to make sure the others aren't paying attention.

"We uh, we aren't in a physical relationship?"

"I know."

"Riiiiiight."

"But you want to be, which is arguably worse. So I'll ask you again, is this going to be a problem?"

It occurs to Lann that he should probably do a slightly better job of keeping his apparently obvious feelings on the Commander to himself. "Uh, no. No, it's not." Regill doesn't seem satisfied but then again, when does he ever? "Is uh, I mean, are the Commander and Daeran--"

"I do not gossip," Regill snarls. "Bother the thief with nonsense like that."

Lann does not, in fact, bother the thief with nonsense like that. Instead, he pushes down the swelling of affection he feels at every interaction with the Commander and focuses on the mission. It goes well enough, all things considered, until Savamelekh shows up and nearly kills him.

The demon's revelations are a bit too much for his overtaxed heart to bear and the subsequent bender doesn't help at all. When the Commander finds him, though, he just babbles on about wanting to prove to her he can be what she wants, what she needs, and that she can trust him. "I want to be somebody you can count on. I don't have anything to offer apart from my bow and my dumb jokes....and my life. And they're all yours, if you want them." He glances away, shame and discomfort crushing him from the inside out. "But I doubt you do, not now that I've let you down."

"....I could never turn my back on someone I care about just like that." She's been talking this whole time but it's these words that register hard and fast. Lann stares at her, and she stares back, and the weight of things unsaid on her face is a blessed curse. He forces a smile, bashful but steady, and pulls away from the conversation. It's too much to think about, especially because hope is not his friend, despite its insistence on hanging around.

Later, back at camp, away from everyone but her sharp-eyed Velociraptor, the Commander comes for him. He's not avoiding her, not that he really could thanks to the nature of their new normal in the Abyss, but he's not not avoiding her either. He's sitting at the edge of the cliff, staring out over the sea of fire and the city of demons. She sits beside him, shoulder to shoulder, and they are quiet for a long time.

"Next time I get drunk and come to pour my heart out to you, I'll jot down notes first," he says lightly, glancing at her. Her face is hard to read, not the open expression she'd given him back at the tavern, but he knows her well enough to know she's bothered by something. "I'm kidding of course. I'd never do that -- I don't do notes, I improvise."

"Why do you do that?"

"Improvisation is just one of my many skills, honed from my illustrious life as a Mongrel hunter. Sometimes, you got out to hunt for some rats and end up fighting a--"

"Lann, stop." He does, if only because her tone is firm. "Why do you always demean what you say with humor?"

"I'm....funny like that?"

She scowls at him and her raptor lets out a soft hiss. He's pretty sure they're connected, somehow, because otherwise that would be just plain freaky. "I love that you're funny, Desna knows we need something lighthearted with Regill around, but sometimes I--" She falters, his rocksteady monument of a Commander, and it scares him. "Sometimes I just want you to tell me how you feel."

His heart races, and hope is such a dangerous, cruel thing. "I did tell you how I felt...I meant what I said, back at the tavern. I...I'd do anything for you." The confession settles between them, demanding to be addressed.

"For me, or for the crusade, for the cause?" She's asking him a different question, he thinks.

"I--"

"Because Lann, I--you are--"

"What about Daeran?" He says it in a rush, because he can't handle whatever it is she's trying to confess.

"What about Daeran?"

"Aren't you--ya know--"

"Lann, would you do anything for me or for the crusade? To whom are you pledging your life too? Is it me? I need to know because I cannot carry on like this."

More shame, some more guilt, all for Lann. Of course his unwanted affections made her uncomfortable, of course he took her caring treatment of him to mean more than it was supposed to. He wants to leave, because he also kind of wants to cry. "Commander..."

"Not commander. Lann, please for this moment can I just be a person to you?"

She's crying, for some reason, and he doesn't know what to do. "You're always a person to me. I--you know that."

"To whom do you pledge your life?"

In the end, he knows what's more important. "The--the crusade." Lann knows that she needs to be able to rely on him without thinking he's reading into her every action, her every word. His wants are second to her needs, just as it should be.

Her face crumples, though, and the twist of her mouth breaks his heart. "Right. Okay. Of course." She stands, dusting her robes off and refuses to look him in the eye. Lann realizes immediately that he's said the wrong thing, despite his efforts to do the exact opposite.

"Commander--"

"Have a good night, Lann. Thank you for….thank you for clearing that up."

Her raptor snarls at him when he stands up to stop her and she is gone.

The next day, she announces they are heading deep into the heart of the Abyss. And, for the first time since he followed her out of the dark and into the sun, she leaves him behind.

Six months. Six long, bloody, dangerous months. He runs point with Greybor, struggling to keep the Commander's hoard of refugees safe, and spends each watch with Solsiel, pointedly not talking about their missing leader.

Several times the idea of her death comes up and he stops fighting against it. He's pretty sure they'd leave but there is no where to go. Groups of demons hunt them for sport and it's a miracle he's able to keep himself in one piece. Nenio is insufferable. Seelah is too positive. He misses Ember, and Wolfji. He misses Regill and his cold practicality. He misses the Commander and the smile she used to shoot him when he'd struck down an enemy in their path.

Eventually, it's just the five of them left. Every other life she'd saved has been systematically eradicated by the horrors of the Abyss. Still, they wait because what else are they supposed to do?

She returns, of course, because she's more myth than woman these days. What was six horrific months in hell for those left behind, was less than two weeks for them. Two weeks. The Commander doesn't cry when she sees the devastation that's been wrought in the wake of her absence. Her left hand trembles, but she stays strong. Just as quickly as they'd come, she shows them the way home.

Drezen is in shambles and it takes another week just to kill the demon forces that have taken their city. In that week, she treats him as warmly as she does Greybor. That is to say, her polite indifference is breaking him.

As things return to normal, and he contends with the loss of his tribe, Lann considers what to do. He's messed up, somehow, and he's spent six months worrying over it. He's pretty sure she wanted him to admit that it was to her he swore his life. He's pretty sure he knows why. A (admittedly short) life spent hunting for things unseen and he completely missed the things she'd tried to say.

He misses her feverishly. She's busy, daily, managing the shambles left of her crusade armies after the Queen had her way with them. The party has yet to leave Drezen since returning and Daeran has yet to leave the Commander's side. Lann feels replaced, usurped, and he cannot take it anymore.

Her door is shut, but there is candlelight spilling out underneath. Before the courage leaves him, he knocks and calls out her name.

"Lann?" She opens the door and he's half expecting to see Daeran, arrogant and naked, sprawled across her bed. Instead it's just her, exhausted and anxious, looking at him with a guarded expression. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, ya know, just everything." He tries for humorous but it comes out pathetic and they both frown. "Can I--can I come in?"

She steps aside, allowing him entrance. He's never been here, in all his time in Drezen, and while he's not totally sure what he expected, it's still a surprise. Her quarters are small, smaller than the house she'd given him upon their initial taking of the city. The desk is covered in maps and missives, and her gear is in a pile by the door. The raptor has a bed, set up beside her own, and Lann is pretty sure it looks far more comfortable than the Commander's. There is nowhere to sit so they both just stand there, awkward and uncomfortable, as she closes the door.

"What's going on? Have you heard from the clan?"

That particular sting of worry rolls over him and Lann shakes his head to push it away. "No, not yet. All quiet on the Mongrel front."

"I'm sorry, Lann." She reaches out for a moment, as if to comfort him, but stops herself short. "We'll find them, I promise."

"I didn't come here to talk about the clan."

"Okay."

"Boy, is this awkward. Uhm," he clears his throat to buy time. "Do you remember that last conversation we had?"

Her expression becomes an echo of the one she wore that night. "I do."

"I uh, I would like to do it over again."

The Commander narrows her eyes. "Why?"

Lann runs a hand through his hair, and stares at the wall beside her because if he looks at her, he'll fall apart. "I think I messed it up."

"Lann, you don't have to do this."

"Yeah, I kinda do."

She shakes her head. "It's okay I know that--what you said it's--we're fine."

"You were gone for six months, ya know. Six shitty, ugly months. You've never left me behind before." It's not an accusation but she flinches anyway. "I had a lot of time to think. Not a lot else to do, really. Well, aside from entertaining Nenio and rejecting Camellia's frankly terrifying propositions."

"She asked to sleep with you?" The Commander is suddenly furious and Lann is shameless in how warm her indignation makes him feel.

"Well, not in so many words and really, I'm kind of dense, but sneaking into my bed at night was--"

"Did she hurt you?"

"I--what?"

"Did she hurt you?"

"I--I don't know what you think sex with a Mongrel is like--"

"You slept together?" Her fury simmers down and turns her face cold.

"No! This isn't about that. I don't want to talk about Camellia. It was only once and--no. She didn't--we--nothing happened."

"You could--"

"Commander, excuse the insubordination here, but please shut up. This isn't easy and I'm losing my nerve." She frowns, but stays silent. "I want to change my answer."

"To what question?"

"To the one you asked me that night. I lied."

"What?" The inflection is too hopeful and Lann forces himself to look at her.

"It's not for the crusade or the cause or the world. It's--it's for you. My life, I mean. I'm pledging it to you. I misread things, I didn't understand what you meant. I--my life, my bow, my dumb jokes, it's yours." He struggles not to fidget, or downplay what he's saying with humor. She's staring at him, and she's crying but this time he knows why. "And my heart. If--if you want it. It's yours."

"Lann," she whispers and closes the gap between them. Her hands come up to cup the sides of his face, and they are trembling. It's a perfect match to his own shaking nerves. "Are you sure?"

He laughs, and it's watery. "It's hardly something precious to me. It's just all I have to give you and--and well really, it's already yours."

"How long?"

"Ugh no, the last thing you need to know is how long I've been pining over you."

"It was the Gargoyle attack for me, the one at the camp." She confesses it so easily, and he's rendered speechless. "When it was you that came to find me and tell me everyone was taken, my very first thought was relief; relief because they didn't take you." She presses her forehead to his own, their noses brushing. "From the moment we left for Colyphyr, I regretted leaving you behind. I could barely focus for the first few days because I was so worried about you. Every day I woke up, expecting to see you, to talk to you, and you weren't there and it was my fault. I was so mad at myself for letting my stupid feelings get in the way but the thought of having you near and knowing you'd never want me that way it--" her voice breaks and he wraps his arms around her, holding her tight.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should have realized what you were asking, I--"

"No, I'm sorry," She pulls back to look at him. "I'm so sorry I didn't just come right out and ask you how you felt. I was just scared, scared of rejection and what I would do if you said no."

"I would never--I love you." He reddens from ear to tail and he immediately wants to take it back.

Her eyes widened. "You do?"

"Well, I didn't really want to just come out and say it. I was hoping for a little more romance. Some candles, maybe a rat shaped pastry or two. We could probably get someone to play--"

"I love you, too." She captures his mouth with her own before he can stumble over anymore words and Lann relents happily to her efforts. She kisses him like he's always wanted to kiss her, all passion and tenderness, and disgustingly sincere affection. Their arms wind around one another and she pulls him to her bed.

Lann stops her. "We don't have too, really. I know I'm not exactly easy to look at--"

"Lann. I’m only going to say this once, so pay attention.” She sets him down beside her and once more takes his face in her hands. “Don’t you ever, ever talk about yourself that way again, okay? I love you, all of you, every bit and I want you, in any and every way you’ll let me.” She kissed him again, softly. “We don’t have to rush into anything, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just--just please know that, regardless of what you’ve been told, you’re beautiful and--and I will happily take you to bed every night.”

“Just to bed?” He aims for suggestive and, every bit the archer, he strikes true. “But there are so many other places I wish to be taken.”

“We’ll have a veritable world tour of it, but for now, can I have you here? Because this is all I’ve thought about for months and if I don’t fulfill that fantasy, I may die.”

“Regill would have my head for that.”

“He is possibly the least sexy person you could bring up at this point in time.”

Lann crowds into her, forcing her backwards until he has her pinned beneath him. “Imagine the report I’d have to write: Knight-Commander of the Fifth Crusade dies because local Mongrel fails to fulfill her sexual fantasies.” He kisses her once before moving his attention down the breadth of her jawline, and onto her neck. Her breath hitches, pressing her body up into his. “Good thing that’ll never happen because I’m a terrible writer.”

“Lann,” it’s nearly a whine, only just, but it’s enough to make him shudder, “please.” He’s always been excellent at following orders and there is no reason to stop now. Whatever she needs, he thinks, whatever she asks, he’ll give. It’s a scary thought, but it’s the only one he’s had for it feels like his whole life. Her hands snake across the skin of his chest, pulling at his armor with frantic hands. “Let me see you. Let me touch you.”

He relents, and soon they are but a tangled mess of limbs. It’s nothing like he’s known, but he’s ruined forever now. He’s hers, like he has been since that serendipitous moment beneath the ruins of Kenabres, and to his unbelievable shock and surprise, she is his.

#pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #wrath of the righteous #lann #lmao holy fuck this got away from me #its p good tho #we love a good angsty pine #thank u anon #sorry this took me a few days! #skitterfics #Edit: Some of Lann's dialog is taken straight from the game #i don't wanna try and pass that off as my own obv

[stressedoutcanary]

A Hunch - Jason Todd × Reader

Summary:

You stopped short as you sensed that something wasn't right. You took in the surroundings; broken glass and clear signs of a fight and struggle.

For the first time in forever Jason was scared. He couldn't lose you.

Warnings: Violence, Kidnapping, Light swearing. Angst with comfort/happy ending. Reader is unintentionally a badass.

A/N:I....might have gotten a lot a bit carried away with this one, but I am really happy with the way it turned out.😁

Also Don't blame me for the spelling mistakes and grammar coz I am TIRED OKAY?! But do tell me if you find any

•°•°•°•°

This was your second day on work and you would much rather be anywhere else, right now being kidnapped by The Joker himself would feel like a field trip.

When you decided to work in a café, you expected to smell the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans all day long, to see happy faces of customers and co-workers alike, and to get the amount of money which can cover your expenses since all Jason does is sleep all day and kick the crap out of people all night. One of you had to be the responsible one. What you didn't expect however was that you'd have to deal with whatever the hell this guy in front of you was trying.

"Sir, I already gave you what you ordered can you just stop holding up the line now." You were sure everyone except this dumbass could see the vein popping on your forehead but you guessed he couldn't see past the forced smile plastered on your face.

"Oh come on babe, It's not like these people have anywhere important to be. Now have you been covered in bees recently?"

"...Umm"

Oh god no. No. No. No. NO. If he uses a cheesy pick up line I am going to KILL HIM.

He continued "Oh you know I just assumed, because, well you look sweeter than honey." The guy winked and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

'THAT'S IT I AM KILLING HIM. Sweeter than honey?!!! Seriously!!!! Wait, What if throw his coffee in his face? Nahh I will probably get fired. Damn you manager!! This day cannot get any worse.'

You raised an eyebrow at him and sighed to yourself. This is gonna be a loooooong shift.

•°•°•

After going through this torturous day, safe to say you were more than relieved when you got back to your shared apartment.

Maybe if I am lucky enough I will catch Jason before he leaves for his 'night job' You thought to yourself as you unlocked the door and stepped inside.

As soon as you entered, you noticed the dim lights and the smell of freshly cooked food. You assumed it was one of those nights in which Jason behaves like a hopeless romantic and it turns into a cliché dinner date followed by a movie marathon while being cuddled up on the couch.

You smiled to yourself at the thought.

"Jay you will not believe what happened at work today." You started babbling the way you usually do as you made your way to the kitchen. "There was this really weird guy who kept flirting with me and--" You stopped short as you sensed that something wasn't right. You took in the surroundings; broken glass and clear signs of a fight and struggle.

This was all very, very wrong. There was an uneasy silence which was soon however, broken by a groan, you whipped your head around at the source of the sound.

"JASON!!"

There he was Jason. Your Jason. All battered up and tied to a chair. Just as you took a step towards him a hand was placed on your lower back. You froze completely. Another hand made its way up, tracing up your spine, the palm of the hand was then placed on the back of your neck.

You were wrong. This day just got a helluva lot worse.

You were yanked forward and now you could see Jason up close. He looked at you with dizzy eyes, "it's going to be okay" he spoke softly, there were clear indications that he was disoriented, no wonder he didn't get out of his bonds yet. Jason's gaze shifted towards the intruder behind you. He gritted his teeth and spoke in a low and dangerous tone.

"Sionis this is between you and me So. Let. Her. Go."

"From where I am standing, you are not in any position to make demands, Red. And a word of advice, you really shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

The hand on your lower back disappeared and before you could even blink, you felt the muzzle of a gun being pressed on your temple. Your eyes widened in fear. The only thing keeping you from a full-on panic attack was Jason's presence. You knew, as long as he was there, you were going to be just fine.

"We could have done some good together-- you and me. We could have rebuilt Gotham in a way she deserves." You gasped as Roman's fingers tightened around the back of your neck. "You see Red Hood you took my beautiful Gotham city away from me and now I get to take this beauty away from you."

The fingers on your neck were now threaded through your hairs. Tears welled up in your eyes as the stinging sensation in your scalp intensified. For the first time in forever Jason was scared. He couldn't lose you. You meant the world to him. At the same time he refused to give Roman the satisfaction. Jason made sure his face wouldn't show how much pain he was in, seeing the tears in your eyes and the absolute fear behind them.

"You are the most feared crime lord in the Gotham underworld Sionis, or well atleast you were, and this is the best revenge plan you could come up with? That's just...sad." You could tell Jason was taunting him. He was trying to get the attention off of you and surprisingly it was working. You went along with his idea and bit your lip to stop any and every sound that can come out of your mouth.

Roman was already blinded with the rage he felt towards Jason and the mocking tone in his words was the last straw, he threw you to the side and got in Jason's face, a gun was placed underneath your lover's chin as you stumbled to the floor. The tension in the room was thick. Both men were defiantly staring each other down. Even though Jason managed to get you free, there was no after plan, there was no way he could take on Black Mask in his current state, so he did what he does best, he got on Black Mask's already ignited nerves.

"Are you going to shoot me or what Blackie? Because if I get back to my senses before you kill me, I will fill you up with so much lead Superman won't be able to see through you."

Roman seemingly calmed himself down, stood up straight, aimed the gun straight at Jason's forehead.

"Here I thought you were special Jason, that you were worthy to be my heir, my friend. What a waste. Now you will die like any other disappointing employee of mine."

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As soon as you were free and you saw Jason distracting the crime lord, you quickly scanned your surroundings; you could get a knife from the kitchen counter but you'll probably be shot down as soon as you try to make a run for it. There is also a spare gun in the bedroom but that's not happening because well the same reason.

And then your heard it, Black Mask cocked his gun and seeing the gun pointed at Jason something in you snapped, there was no way in hell you were going to lose the one person you loved more than anything in this world. Not again.

Thankfully there was a chair within your grasp and before anyone could register anything you jumped to your feet, grabbed it and swung it hard.

"HANDS OFF MY MAN!!!", Your voice was heard in what seemed like forever, as the hard wood of the chair connected with Roman's back. He fell to the floor as pieces of the chair dropped down around him. You reared back your foot and before he could get back up, the heel of your foot connected with his jaw and just like that, he was down with a thud.

You heard Jason mutter a surprised, "Well wasn't that anticlimactic", as you stood there looking at the unconscious body on the floor, unable to wrap your head around the events of this evening.

By the time you turned around to untie Jason, he was already free and you were pulled into a hug as your face pressed against his chest, you inhaled his familiar scent and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"(Y/N) I was so scared. That bastard got the jump on me. I wanted to do something. I wanted to stop him. I couldn't see you get hurt but I couldn't move. I-I love you more than anything I have ever loved." Jason buried his face in your neck.

You just hummed as Jason soothingly ran his fingers through your hairs. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you hugged him tightly, keeping him impossibly close to you. You knew there was nothing you could say to make him feel less guilty so you both just stayed there for a while, feeling safe in each other's embrace.

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"We are getting reports that earlier tonight after a deadly run in with a bat-vigilante, the notoriously known crime lord of Gotham Underworld, Roman Sionis aka The Black Mask, was apprehended today, The Batman himself was seen handing this dangerous criminal over to the Blackgate prison guards our sources tell us--"

You saw Jason switch off the headlines, he was sitting on the bed's edge, he squeezed his eyes with he heels of his palms. Seeing his distress you made your way over to him with a first-aid kit and a few extra bandages. You stood in front of him and for the first time since the fiasco, you were able to see how bad of a shape he was in and a frown made its way on to your lips.

Jason looked up at you and brought both of your hands towards his lips. As he kissed the knuckles of your hands, he whispered, "I'll be fine. Don't worry. I am in this condition every now then...But Lets talk about you." You raised an eyebrow at his comment as your hand moved to dab the alcohol swab over his wounds. Getting the hint, he further explained himself.

"I mean how did you take him out? Like did you take some self defense classes while I was away or Cass taught you some stuff or...?"

"Oh That! That was just instinct, my love. I saw him point a gun at you and I just--I just lost it I guess. Plus I had a hunch, the chair was sturdy enough to knock him down, the kick was just reflex so...", you shrugged.

"So you mean to say you took out someone from Bruce's Rogue Gallery on the basis of a hunch? A. Frickin. Hunch?!"

You grinned and pecked his lips, moving away to get some supplies for stitching up the bigger wounds.

"(Y/N) you are insane!"

"Says the one who wears a mask underneath a mask, thinking it gives him a dramatic flare", you smirked at his dramatic gasp.

"Just so you know it more of a helmet than a mas--", you cut him off by a playful smack on the chest.

"Todd, I swear I can make this stitch much more painful for you if you don't shut the hell up right now"

"Yes ma'am", He gave you a mock salute as you smiled went back to tending his wounds.

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