#it all comes crumbling down

[phoenixkaptain]

My favourite part of Dick Grayson as a character is that he is never afraid of Bruce.

Like, Jason has his fear of disappointing him, Tim is a bit intimidated and has his hero worship, Damian fears that Bruce’ll kick him out the way he thinks Talia did, but Dick?

Dick is so unconcerned about Bruce at every possible moment. Even the earliest comics had Dick calling Bruce lame to his face. Dick works with Bruce and his partner for years and they understand each other on a deep level and Dick multiple times calls Bruce a fucking square.

Dick does not tell Bruce anything. He does not write home. If Bruce wasn’t in the room with him when Dick got called to go somewhere, I’m pretty sure Dick would not have informed Bruce that he was even leaving, let alone where he was going. The Teen Titans joined the Peace Corps, they were in Washington for at least a few days being trained, and Bruce finds out that Robin joined the Peace Corps from a newspaper. Dick does not tell him anything.

Dick and Bruce have such a fascinating relationship to me because Dick really doesn’t treat Bruce as his dad so much as he treats him like a particularly obnoxious older brother. Bruce treats Dick like his little baby bird who he cares about and doesn’t want to get hurt, but Dick is over there like “ugh, Bruce is so overdramatic” while he nearly drowns for the fifth time.

In early Teen Titans, there’s no question that Robin is physically the weakest member. Aqualad and Wonder Girl both have super strength, Kid Flash’s speed means that he doesn’t need super strength, but Robin is by far the easiest to capture. He gets caught very consistently through the early issues, albeit people can only catch him if they take him off guard, but it’s a lot easier to catch him off guard in early comics. Robin is the brains of the group, the others look to him for direction and depend on him to make plans that will work and panic when Robin gets nabbed because what will they do without Robin??

Robin gets captured a lot in early Batman comics too. Robin is the ultimate damsel, but he’s never really in very much distress? Like, Bruce and the Teen Titans are distressed, but Robin just looks maybe a bit surprised and bored. Robin never seems to take his own mortality into account when he does things, meanwhile literally everyone else does.

Dick only ever really gets annoyed with Bruce. He bever gets mad at his teammates, even when they question his ability. For the most part, Dick doesn’t even respond when they underestimate him to his face. I have no idea what’s going on in Dick’s head, but he isn’t a part of Aqualad and Kid Flash finding each other and him annoying in their first team ups and he never gets upset when they don’t believe in him.

Then, on the other hand, Bruce calls the music Dick is listening to noise, and Dick immediately is annoyed. Dick and Bruce having a turbulent relationship is more apparent later on in the comics, but Bruce is truly the only one in all the galaxies who gets under Dick’s skin as much as he does.

And it’s funny because fandom likes to paint Dick as bitter that Bruce didn’t adopt him, while I think Dick would have blown his top if Bruce even tried to adopt him. Dick had parents, he never views Bruce as a parental figure. Don’t get me wrong, Dick loves Bruce. Bruce does so much for Dick and Bruce is protective of him and Bruce is open about his affection, but Dick just doesn’t view him as his father.

I really think Dick views Bruce as more like a guard dog than a father. He talks so casually to Bruce, but he’s more formal to other adults. He complains about Bruce not trusting him, but doesn’t care when his teammates don’t trust him either. He views the rich billionaire vigilante who can take down a god in a fight as fucking lame.

Their relationship is amazing. They get along great. They’re a perfect duo, they work in tandem, they’re absolutely unstoppable together. If Bruce talks too much Dick will roll his eyes. They trust each other with their life. Dick is never telling Bruce anything. Bruce says “I guess I can spare Robin for a minute” and Dick is like “I would be perfectly content to never return home for the rest of my days.”

Of all the Robins, Dick is absolutely the one who respects Bruce the least. He loves the guy, but he just canNOT take him seriously.

(Do you think it was the time Bruce sent a box of bats to someone? Or the times Bruce gets captured and has to be rescued by his damsel side-kick? Or the way Bruce is like an overprotective mother, coming this close to reminding Robin to wash behind his ears? Or the way Bruce lets Robin say whatever he wants and never gets upset or offended or even hurt?

Or, maybe, Batman tripped on his cape once, and Dick just can never forget.)

#the inane ramblings of a madman #dc #dc comics #batman #teen titans #dick grayson #robin #batman and robin #bruce wayne #dick is the very picture of a saint when with his friends #he is patient and understanding and he listens to them and he cares about them #he worries about his friends before worrying about the criminals #but the moment he is in any proximity to bruce #it all comes crumbling down #he is so done #the dynamic duo is truly just #so dynamic #and i’m aware that their relationship is portrayed differently throughout the years #this is just my favourite portrayal #dick is so calm and patient but if bruce looks at hom for too long he will mcfucking lose it #long post #character analysis

[paper-lilypie]

taking matters into your own hands

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #ball pit au #we all love our tragic heroes who shoulder the heavy lifting to spare others #if they must come down they’ll crumble along with them #lose himself in the wake #oh michael you doomed hero

[sysig]

uuuumm for the request thing maybe pastel gaster? maybe with the evil goatparents or evil alphys, haha. or maybe even evil temmie lol.

Day 29 - He's studying you with a smile...

#My art #Requestober #UT #Handplates #Fellplates #Gaster #Fellplates!Gaster is weird :) I like that about him #Man it's been a heck-while since I've draw him!! He's still heckin' cute - I will always be biased towards wings haha #Didn't have any hair to shade this time so had to give them a little extra attention hehe ♪ #The whole shading everything - I've just been really into backlighting lately haha #The halo is a great excuse ♫ #I also like how in searching for his refs they were paired to the note of ''Don't think about it for too long it all comes crumbling down'' #But now I'm thinking about it!! Oh no!! Lol #Like for example I know there are Mercyplates iterations where the Skelebros never get the plates #But the intention was still there at some point (maybe? It's been a while lol) #Basically my point is - I think Gaster's two hand hole-punches would garner the attention of Someone #Since they were brought up how about Alphys or the Goatparents' - and he gets some accessories to cover up with ♪ #Anyway that's all just errant-thought fun to think about Gaster getting hurt lol - even this Gaster? #:3c Maybe #I trust him about as far as I can throw him as much as I thoroughly enjoy him hehe ♪ #It was tempting to do something with Alphys and the others as well - the image of him picking up Fell!Temmie and resting her on his lap lol #But I've never drawn any of them and I couldn't find any agreed-upon references so I opted for He Alone #It would be fun to see him interacting with others tho :) #Hardly topical but I think my favourite iteration of AU Alphys is SwapFell?? She's very cool in Swap but hnnrh the armour is so cool #Anyway lol ♪

[ride-a-dromedary]

If the implication in the old journal entry is accurate, and Halsin ended up having to be the one to destroy the shade of his former First Druid that he trained/was taught under, do you think he had time to mourn him? Do you think he fell to his knees in the rubble, feeling the shadows press heavy around him, catatonic, as the weight of realization finally started to hit him? Were any of them reflected back at him when he peered into the dull, sparking energy left behind? Did he let himself cry? Scream? Did he carefully stone his expression and nod tightly in approval, like neatly tying a package, since what he eliminated wasn't him - what was left was so twisted beyond recognition, such a dark reflection of the man he had come to see as second family, that it was better destroyed?

Or did he have to run? Did he shove his grief deep down in the place where it always goes to make room for his survival instinct to bring him into the sun again? Did he have to unceremoniously abandon what was left of him because there was still a chance there may be others - a hope made in vain that the ones they had to leave behind were still out there - praying as he went that he had found peace, that Silvanus recognized his face, before the curse took what was left?

#BG3 Musing #Halsin #Halsin Posting #you think halsin watched astarion fall to his knees and sob #and karlach scream at her hurt #or laezel's jaw set as her world and everything she knew came crumbling down around her #and just...felt his fingers twitch in empathy? #do you think when the emerald enclave responded to his request for aid by putting him in charge he realized that eventually #everything abandons him when he needs it most? #i sure do #idk man the idea that halsin possibly had to put down a man he obviously admired #and had to come to the realization the even those who seem infallible and mighty can fall in a heart beat #that for some reason you survived when those who *should have* did not #that your name got hailed among harpers as one of a hero when all you want to do #is curl up on yourself and tell yourself that you are nothing but what is left #that...gets to me a bit #angst on crimis

[luminique]

everyone’s least fav boothill thinker (me) has a work in their notes app but chooses to dump some thoughts here too

so boothill doesn’t need sleep, at least i don’t think he does. with state of the art technology, a few upgrades once in a while, and sheer willpower, he can be ‘awake’ for longer periods of time. so after a long day of fighting some ‘ipc cuties’ as he’d call them, he comes back to you exhausted.

he forgets that he’s made out of metal in this tired state and leans into you, giving you a lazy back hug. it doesn’t charge him up but it sure does charge up his mental battery. he’s heavy but slowly, you were able to drag him to his power station. it’s right next to the bed so it gives him a moment to cuddle you as his body charges up.

#luminotes ˚✧₊⁎☆ #honkai star rail #boothill hsr #boothill x reader #boothill x you #boothill #*in dj khaled’s voice* anotha one #the thing i have in my notes is LONG #well not that long rn but it looks to be more like a series rather than just one thing #so it will take a lot of time #i like boothill a normal amount #i cant wait for his event and watch all of my fics come crumbling down

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

About the Lights Out AU, wouldn't the building start crumbling due to weathering and stuff since there's no maintenance? Wouldn't the roof fall apart or like part of it at some point?

oh, yes. yes it would.

#since it's assumedly made of primarily concrete and metal #so it won't break down the way a house would #but that doesn't mean that areas aren't weakened or that there's parts of the building exposed to the elements #broken windows missing doors water damage animals/plants etc #in my mind the neighborhood set is on the ground floor and pretty deep in the building #very much sheltered from areas that would be affected the most by natural building decay / the elements #and wally never explores that far #whether bc he cant get certain doors open or it doesnt occur to him to try #rambles from the bog #wh lights out au #but the building is very much starting to rot around them #which doesn't start to come into play until the end of act one!!! #which! actually its funny that you mention the roof! the roof is important! #much emphasis on ceilings and roofs & how they come into play! #because they Do come into play. #but things even within the actual set do crumble a lil #wally has seen ceilings lights fall and smash things. false walls collapse due to water damage. small sinkholes open up sontworryaboutit- #things slooooooowly decay and wally watches it all happen #rust and chewed wires and mold and peeling wallpaper- #he watches the neighborhood rot & wastes away along with it

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

#my entire life is crumbling around me but I'm trying not to worry about it #no job #no money #no insurance #i'm on foodstamps #my new antidepressants aren't working at all #i can't focus #i can't hold down a job #i can barely hear myself think #and now a chunk of one of my teeth came out while flossing #i can't aggord to go to the dentist to see how bad the damage is #it doesn't hurt and there's no blood but I probably need at least a filling #worst case scenario a root canal #or they'd pull it and give me an implant #lucky me #and we're coming up on what looks to be the worst election year in American history #whoop de doo #everything's fine

[ahalliance]

“i may not entirely trust my assistants but… i won’t lose them” fist pounding floor s2 paranoid yet genuinely caring jon jarchivist sims my beloved you will always be famous

#also ‘supplemental: i broke into gertrude’s flat’ spit take . WHAT is his issue <- knows what his issue is (the paranoia) #ITS LIKE . okay s1 hes an ass hes projecting this grand image of being a great sceptical academic like a bird puffing out its feathers but #eventually that all comes crumbling down and he starts opening up more . he starts showing how much he actually does care about everything #and s2 even as he’s falling more and more into that paranoia and doing incredibly creepy shit such as stalking his co workers and being #incredibly reckless he’s still . more open about everything . he shares his true thoughts and worries far more often especially in the #supplementals . and you begin to understand just how much he actually does care . like he spent s1 being a standoffish aloof prick but god #he’s also more than that . more than that image he pretebds he is . he doesn’t want to be hurt but he doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt #either . #and with the added context of 161!! the bday party the others threw for him!! THEY HUNG OUT . THEY WERE FRIENDS #THIS IS DURING S1 . while jon is putting up this aloof and pretentious act for the tapes !! even when he was at his most asshole he still #cared for them and enjoyed their company . insane . explodes #jarchivist.txt #tma.txt #jay rambles

[perenlop]

you ever think about how nancy and alain died the same way

#rejuv spoilers #one of my favorite tropes is when the selfless sacrifice gets deconstructed #so the person sacrifices themself but theyre TERRIFIED. and they change their mind. they beg for life they beg for mercy #they do not want to die and that crumbles in their last moments. they dont want to leave their loved ones #but its too late. #its heartbreaking for both characters in different ways too #nancy is a very soft spoken sweet individual and seeing her break down like that and act desperate is jarring #especially since she did sacrifice herself before. but without the threat of death… #and that changes everything…. and then alain is the tough one. they pick fights they lash out and they act aloof and angry #and then she not only dies so crescent and mc can escape but gets scared and starts begging for mercy #like…. it feels so human. cause we all would jump to say that yes we’re ‘’selfless’’ enough to sacrifice ourselves for our family and friend #friends #but actually looking at death in the face knowing its coming? that shakes you to your core #echoed voice

[starofhisheart]

My mum: what do u want for ur birthday?

Me unable to think abt anything but that sad lil gay creature on my tv: for izzy to be happy 😭😭😭

My mum: why r u crying?? And who is izzy hands??

#i was in the middle of watching a show for a friend #but i had to take a break bc all i can think abt is ofmd #izzy hands #i saw izzy crying and a dam burst in my heart #for all the angst i put him thru in my head #1 scene of him crying and it all comes crumbling down

[missingexaltation]

(Mini little fic idea, post Vecna)

Eddie wanted Steve and Wayne to get on, and at first, he was utterly ecstatic when they did.

But Steve starts to come over to watch various sports games, laughing and jostling with Wayne on the couch whenever one of their teams wins a point, or scores a goal or whatever, Eddie starts feeling inadequate and useless.

He watches from a distance, too wary to approach, too scared of upsetting the equilibrium. After all he's spent years rolling his eyes and grumbling about football and baseball and basketball to take a seat next to them now. He's more than made his bed now, years of sulky teenagehood in the making. It's not their fault, he knows. It's all his own, a drama of his own creation.

He watches as Wayne laughs and jokes, haphazardly waving his beer and cackling with delight, with the sort of son that he deserves. A son that brings calmness and stability instead of late night police escorts and a mountain of medical bills.

The empty, cavernous hole in his chest aches as he sits there (pretending to work on his campaign), through game after game, match after match. Wayne had given up so much for him. He could have had a family of his own, instead of raising his brother's useless, wretched kid. He could have gotten married, had a real home and an easy life. A beautiful, doting wife to give him the world.

Instead, Wayne had been cursed with a fuck up for a nephew, a shitty fold up bed in a shitty trailer and a job that was ageing him before his time. A vexing, frustration of a life that he didn't deserve. That Eddie had made worse by default.

Eddie knew he was selfish, and loud, and easily excitable and distracted. That he was used to getting his own way in these walls, barely noticing and sacrificing a thing while Wayne quietly suffered instead. It had been the same for his parents. They'd wanted a normal kid too, but even his dad's temper hadn't been enough to dampen his ability to irritate.

He'd tried to be quieter for Wayne in the past. Better behaved, his personality crammed into a tiny internal box to make himself more palatable, easier to love and want around. But Wayne had been offended by it. Claimed Eddie shouldn't have to change himself for anyone, not even his guardian, to be honest with who he is.

But looking over at them now, Eddie felt like he should have tried harder. Sure, 'being himself' was the fucking care bear motto spat out by well meaning adults trying to convince the weird kids they'd be ok. But he could have tried harder not to be so difficult, he could have watched Wayne's sports games with him and graduated high school and handed over his earnings instead of buying dumb shit.

The gnawing, desolate guilt consumed him. Steve was sweet, charming and polite, a parents dream (also...absolutely fucking gorgeous and the best sex Eddie had ever had, but that was besides the point). He could understand why Wayne has found it easy to befriend him, hell Eddie unquestionably loved the bones of him, but it put in sharp relief how Eddie just didn't measure up to the barest minimum standard, let alone what his uncle deserved.

So instead, he started taking on extra shifts at work, pulling as many as he could so that he could try and convince Wayne to drop his hours and start taking it easy. He kept the house tidy and even helped nurture the blossoming little something that was growing between Wayne and Claudia, spending more nights with Steve so that they could canoodle out of sight of Dustin's sullen glares.

He was exhausted, but it was worth it to see Wayne less on edge, back on the day shift since Eddie was finally picking up the slack. Now he had time for 'guy nights' with Steve, expanding to include Sinclair and the newly resurrected Chief Hop too.

"You're a good kid, Ed." Wayne told him one evening, and despite everything, Eddie was unprepared for the avalanche of emotions that it unlocked.

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

His brain chanted, automatically.

But I want to be.

#eddie munson #wayne munson #steddie #Wayne Munson/Claudia Henderson #munderson #? #Wadia? Clayne? #Eddie wanting his two favourite people to bond and then using it to self sabotage under his own insecurities #because what's more important? self expression or family? #inside he's an insecure little boy that thinks he's gotta be good to be loved...and he's starting to get scared he's not good enough #especially after the Vecna stuff...he feels like he has to make up for it all #(of course this all comes crumbling down when Wayne calls him out for being 'normal' but that's another story) #i wish we'd got more of the tiny little Munson family...just one scene where they interacted 😭 #i kind of think they're a little bit dependent on each other...a solid family of two learning to add more people in #stranger things ficlet #unbeta'd we die like season 4 vol. 2's canon on this hellsite #(basically Eddie is not used to sharing Wayne and it unlocks The Fear in him)

[intermundia]

permit me an extended metaphor: a fandom is like a house. over the past few years i've spent my time working with a large group of people building out and decorating the house, putting art on the walls and opening up whole new rooms with fic. it's become a big and lovely house with lots of wings, not all of which are for everybody, but the house holds together because everyone agrees to play along.

there is a whole complex in the basement where kinks get played with, with plenty of rooms for all sorts of play. each room has a label so that people can immediately know whether or not to open the door. it's common politeness to keep kinks into these rooms so that people can choose to visit or not.

it's uncomfortable and alienating for some fans to stumble across kink in the kitchen. thus the harmony of the house remains intact when people respect others' boundaries. it's fantastic that a large group of kinky fans can build out that play space, and enjoy all the fruits of their imagination and desires, even though it's not for everyone. the house is big enough for all!

a problem occurs though when the people in the kink rooms decide that the entire house should be for them, and that the people who want to have rooms without things like violent abuse in them are trying to kick them out of the house entirely. it's simply not true! there's whole rooms for that.

it's a judgement-free request to keep kink in the playrooms, and it's how the community thrives, with space for everyone. so tldr; please tag your work, and remember that people aren't required to enjoy all kinks to be a part of fandom. people are permitted to have preferences and boundaries, and not all work is for all audiences; it's simply not fair to expect that to be the case.

#fandom stuff #all people are welcome in the house #but we have to play nice with each other #and respect each other's boundaries #and accept that people have preferences #without getting acrimonious about it #or else the whole house comes crumbling down #and becomes a ghost town #i don't want that to happen

[musubiki]

Comedy gold if just before the end of the time skip Lime has an open and honest conversation with himself saying that yes he did love mochi and she means the world to him but she’s gone now maybe it’s time we moved on in life and he’s finally able to say goodbye to her out loud while by himself in some tent he’s made himself for the night. And then the next morning Mochi comes back and he’s just “fuck all that my GIRL IS BAAAAACK!!! :DDDD”

HONESTLY HE DOES GO THROUGH SOMETHING LIKE THIS DURING THE TIMESKIP!!!!! (over a much longer period of acceptance, and honestly, good for him he needed to learn how to let go and not have an unhealthy obsession)

BUT HE WENT THROUGH ALL THE STAGES OF GRIEF JUST TO HAVE HER COME BACK AND NOW HES LIKE "well fuck i already emotionally told myself i would let her go and now shes here and shes wonderful and beautiful as ever, do I stick to my convictions of letting it go or let myself fall in love with her again?!" -- he says to himself but really fighting against it is so impossible for him. he claims "No I'm over her, I swear to god. I'm grown and matured as a person and I don't like how much she influences how I feel, I won't let myself fall in love with her AGAIN." and then she pops in like "Do you want to get pancakes? They have a blueberry swirl frosting special this week!! 👉👈 " and hes like "Fuck. Yes. God damn it I love her so much."

#mochi just missing him an insane amount and trying to spend time with him #shes so confused because sometimes he seems so distant from her but when she asks him to do something/go somewhere with her #all of a sudden hes so down and ready #its so easy to tell yourself (im over my crush) when theyre not around #but as soon as you see them/hear from them again... #really hes mad at himself cuz he thought he was so much stronger than this #like if he resolves to something hes going to stick to it #but when it comes to this he just crumbles instantly

[glow-autumz]

Here's Comes A Thought♡♡

-I got home feeling overwhelmed so I sang some to calm myself down. Not sure if anyone knows Steven Universe but this song is one of my favorites(out of the many written by Rebecca Sugar) I'm posting this here just in case anyone is also going through hardship

° Truthfully I haven't been doing well for about a while now(hence my lack of activity.) Day after day I feel like I'm constantly going down an endless spiral I don't have the will power to get out of. Staying positive is hard, caring is hard, relaxing is hard. Lately I've stared into space, wishing I didn't exist, maybe wondering if It's possible to Thanos snap myself into dust.

So. I'd like to apologize to everyone for my late responses and inactivity. I'm crawling, struggling to pick myself up and get better.(it's hard on the days I don't want to.) I love you all till the ends of the earth though, even when I can't express that properly right now.

I'm sorry.

(my lovely sparks of joy) @raccoonfallsharder @aliasrocket @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr @chippybritt @caesarhamato22

#here comes a thought #I haven't been myself for a while #pretending like its all okay is easier to be honest #I'm a crumbling mess of broken pieces lol ignore me #steven universe #Here comes a thought singing cover #moonbeam tunes #singing makes me calm down? #im hanging onto each word and note I promise you #I almost cried to be honest

[ejzah]

And it Could All Come Crumbling Down, Part 2

***

“We’re here,” Deeks announced softly. They’d actually been parked for a minute or so, but Rosa hadn’t reacted at all, her gaze focused on the opposite window. Deeks nudged her now, and she startled slightly, but didn’t turn away.

“I don’t want to do this,” she said. In the weak reflection of the window, he saw her eyes were wide and scared.

Kensi reached between the console to wrap her arm around Rosa’s shoulders. Rosa looked so young at the moment, worried and uncertain, seeking comfort.

“I know,” Kensi murmured, radiating compassion and protectiveness. “I know this is extremely hard, but Deeks and I will be there the whole time.” The effect her touch had on Rosa was immediate; she instantly relaxed slightly, her spine less rigid as she reached to grip Kensi’s hand.

“And the first sign that there’s anything wrong, we will hightail it out of there,” Deeks added.

“And you’re sure she can’t make me move in with her instead or anything like that,” Rosa checked.

“Absolutely.” Deeks nodded. He’d spent hours consulting with a friend who specialized in difficult adoptions and stayed late conducting his own research to make sure their bases were covered. “As long as we make a good effort to meet your aunt’s request, legally there shouldn’t be a question of kinship. Especially since you’ve made your preference known.”

Rosa turned to Deeks, searching his face, and Deeks was once again reminded just how much she’d been through in her young life. He hoped that this experience didn’t add any further weight to her shoulders.

She nodded, gripping each other their hands. “Ok.”

Together, they got out, stopping for a second in front of the small square house sandwiched with a tiny strip of grass between and each neighboring home. From the outside, it looked aged, but well-kept and neat.

“You ready?” Deeks checked as they hesitated outside the front door.

“Yeah.”

The woman who answered the door was short, perhaps late 50s, and with a thick plait of silver threaded black hair that reached almost to her waist. Based on how quickly she’d opened the door, Deeks suspected she’d been waiting there for them.

She stood frozen for a second, eyes roving over Rosa.

“Hi, I’m Marty, and this is my wife Kensi,” Deeks said, gesturing between them. “And of course, you know Rosa.”

“Oh yes, forgive me.” She pressed a hand to the center of her chest. “I’m Andrea, please come in.”

She ushered them through the door and into a small sitting room which contained a couch and a couple cushioned chairs.

Rosa squeezed herself between Kensi and Deeks on the couch. Andrea pulled one of the chairs forward, gaze barely leaving Rosa. She leaned forward, fingers a tangled knot in her last.

“It’s good to see you again, Rosa. The last time I saw you, you were just a little girl,” she said.

“I remember,” Rosa responded softly. “Not too much, but I know you always brought me candy and you would play with me on the floor.” She hadn’t told them that before and Deeks had never been more proud of her for making the effort. Even though he felt the subtle tremor vibrating through her arm against his.

Andrea’s face lit up with delight, then quickly, then regret. “You were always such a sweetheart. I’m sorry I couldn’t be in your life more. I feel I have missed so much.”

“Why didn’t you then?” Rosa asked. “Why did you leave?”

“Your father and I had a fight.” Andrea shook her head. “It seems silly now, but we argued and refused to speak to each other ever again. After a few years, I had the opportunity to come to the US and I took it.” She rubbed at her wrists anxiously. “Over the years, I just didn’t know how to break the silence. Until now.”

“I’m curious how you found out about us adopting Rosa,” Kensi said. “We were told that there weren’t any other family members besides Rosa’s other aunt.”

“No, I suppose they wouldn’t have found me since I changed my last name after I became a citizen. I only kept contact with Marcela. She told me when you came to live with her Rosa, and then when she had her stroke, she mentioned there was a couple who wanted adopt you.”

“You could have said something then.” Despite her earlier concern, she sounded hurt.

Andrea gave them a pleading look. “I was afraid of how you would react after so long. I’ve spent months going back and forth trying to decide if I should reach out. I’m glad I did.” She held Rosa’s gaze for several seconds, warm and caring.

Deeks cleared his throat, hating to ruin the moment, but needing to be upfront from the beginning. For all of their sakes.

“I have to ask, what exactly are you hoping for from reuniting with Rosa?”

“I want to get to know her again.” She smiled at Rosa, then at Kensi and Deeks. “And to see for myself what Marcela told me about you Mr. and Mrs. Deeks. She said you were kind, and loving, and wanted nothing but the best for Rosa. Just from knowing you a few moments, I can see that’s all true.”

“I appreciate that. We want what’s best for Rosa, and to support what she acts too,” Kensi said. “So, it’s her decision how far this goes.”

Rosa was silent for several moment, then lifted her head, sitting straight and tall again. “I would like to get to get to know you again too,” she decided.

Andrea made a small sound, covering her mouth with her hand. She reached towards Rosa as if to give her a hug, then seemed to think better of it, and covered her hand instead.

“Thank you,” she whispered. She then squeezed Kensi and Deeks’ hands. “And thank you, Marty and Kensi. For giving me this opportunity.

Beside him, Rosa leaned into his shoulder. He saw her wipe a tear from her cheek, even as she smiled.

***

A/N: I hope this came out alright. I’m trying to navigate this scenario very carefully, while still stay faithful to what I think Rosa would feel given her recent past and newfound stability.

I couldn’t recall if the aunt Rosa lived with briefly had a name, so I gave her one.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #Rosa Reyes #angst #and it could all come crumbling down #part 2 #ejzah fanfiction

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

sometimes when im bored i imagine various ted lasso characters on taskmaster and that cheers me up

#i imagine for one of the new years specials or a charity thing or something #so many golden opportunities. trent would be so fucking funny #whatever cool steady reputation he had is gone thoroughly imploded #[mulan meme] now all of england knows you're a dork #hard to seem cool and collected when everyone's seen you do a team task with ted lasso and utterly fail #but (covered in mud and hair a mess) ridiculously crumble into giggles at the end #(depending on the team task they'd either do extremely well or extremely badly lmao) #and tedependent brain aside also just like. literally any of the characters #except beard he'd be too good at it he'd inexplicably do it all and face the taskmaster down with no facial expression change at all /j #but like. roy. GOLDEN #dani? BEAUTIFUL. completely immune to cutting commentary. even greg daivies is charmed. #JAMIE? FUCKING JAMIE? CAN YOU IMAGINE? #jan maas. beautiful. #BUMBERCATCH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #THERE'S SO MANY GOOD FUCKING OPTIONS #and i need the 'everyone tied their dicks together' thing to come up. please #hang on wait also now i had the cursed thought of someone comparing led tasso to The Taskmaster but that makes beard alex horne which is #the worst thought i've ever had #or would that be boach ceard? #oh my god fucking. rebecca. can you imagine rebecca on taskmaster. i think someone would die #there are just endless good options here #ted in general outside of the ted/trent context too my god it'd be so good #it's all so funny i love this thought exercise #ted lasso #ted lasso tv