Wally is raised by his grandmother on his mother's side after his bios lost custody of him, grandmama Ruby ain't for the faint of hearts but loves her little grandson to death. Also she lives in Blue Valley Nebraska
Artemis: why are we getting Baywatch again? He'll come to the mountain eventually!
Dick: because Batman has to talk to him with his Uncle, but he's scared of his Aunt and his grandmother… he's scared of the women in Wally's life… bring that up with Canary later.
Roy: of course that's why he has a hard time with commitment, if you make Grandma Ruby mad at you, how can you commit to another woman?
Artemis: okay, yeah why are you here? Didn't you quit this team before it started?
Roy: yeah, but Oliver mentioned Grandma and I ain't missing that lady.
Kaldur: understandable.
M’gann: she's a sweet lady!
Artemis: so, he's visiting her and we're getting him from her?
Dick: no, he lives with her duh. Well we know who ain't the mole, ain't paying attention.
Artemis: okay, rude… but explains a lot with his flirting and gifts…
Connor: and the amount of hard candy he has in his pockets… right?
Kaldur: yep, here's the most wonderful woman home, Roy it's your turn to knock.
Roy: with pleasure. *Knocks*
Grandma Ruby: oh! Hello kids, come in come in! My little Walnut is not back from his violin practice, Mr. Vascas was so kind to teach him at his house for my poor ears.
Dick: we don't mind waiting here grandma Ruby.
Grandma Ruby: of course, sit in the living room I'll go get the cookies and tea… but my favorite little songbird, may I ask why Batman isn't coming to get my Walnut?
Dick: same old, same old ma'am. Agent A sends his regards though.
Grandma Ruby: well, I'll put a few extra cookies for him and that Wonderful young man A. I'll be back.
Artemis: Walnut? Songbird? Embarrassing nicknames, almost feel bad for Baywatch.
Dick: okay, let me tell you the two rules we don't break. One, we don't talk about Batman more than we need to because this is my break away from him, and two we don't disrespect Grandma Ruby, so if she gives you a nickname or whatever you take it with pride damnit.
Roy: exactly!
Grandma Ruby: I'm back, eat up lovelies I'll go pick up my Walnut! *Leaves a plate of cookies*
Team: okay bye!
Dick: Artemis, eat a cookie.
Artemis: not a sweets type of person.
Dick: try it.
Artemis, sighs and eats a cookie:
Artemis, looks at the cookie: this... Is this what love of a parent feels like? In a cookie!? Is she a cookie meta?
Dick: no, she's better than a meta, she's a grandma.
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one.
wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
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Critical Role has ruined me for bad faith storytelling. If you don't believe in the world you've created, I don't want to be part of it. If your whole point is the banal everyday evil of humanity at every twist and turn with nothing good to say about anyone in it, if there is no kindness that does not go unpunished, I don't want it. I get enough of that shit just looking around. Reminding myself that people are fundamentally good and generally trying their best is hard enough these days. Give me stories about people doing their best and loving too much and failing any day. I love that, because people are also messy and biased and hypocritical. It's a feature, not a bug. But if nothing in your world can be trusted because "that's just how life works," or because you the writer have no faith in people or community or kindness, take it somewhere else. I'm tired of cynicism. Show me even the potential for joy, that you believe kindness to be integral to the spirit of humanity, and I'll follow the story anywhere.
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I adore how unhinged Garak is about the people he likes, because there's this theme of them being similarly unhinged. Like that colleague from the Order in Second Skin that he had to shoot and was like, "Aw :( ...Well Anyway" about. Or like Tain and Mila, both crazy bitches, imo. Or his last remaining contacts on Cardassia who he called up in In The Pale Moonlight who were all down to raid the Dominion’s underwear drawer at the drop of a hat. Like that's what Garak is used to. He likes excitement, he likes a bit of malice, he likes some cunning. And that's part of what makes Garashir so goddamn funny is Julian is actually a bit of a cunning, malicious little shit sometimes. If you watch the series knowing Julian's an augment, these moments come up all the time where it's clear he's fucking with people for his own amusement. Taking people for a bit of a ride just to see what happens. Then ofc there are all the gross incel fuckboy moments, but.
I just love the idea of Julian going on some insane borderline villainous monologue about something or other and Garak sitting there with hearts swirling around his head. Don't get me wrong, Garak loves Julian for his goodness first and foremost, but Julian's not perfect and I think that makes the ship so much more interesting because I can't really see Garak finding most of Julian's worst flaws anything but thrilling. We go on about Garak loving Julian's infodumping and argumentativeness, but after the augment thing comes out, I think he equally enjoys watching Julian play dumb with people and Knowing he's playing dumb. It compliments his own Just a Simple Tailor routine so perfectly. They're just normal men. Just innocent men.
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'Is that it?' Lockwood asked quietly. Is that really what this is all about?' I looked at him, sitting there beside me. 'It's enough,' I said. 'I put all your lives at risk, not once but several times. One way and another, I'm becoming a liability to the company, and I care too much about you all to let that happen again' It was super-hard to smile then, and it wasn't going to get any easier. So I just got on with it. 'And that's why i've made up my mind the way I have,' I said, 'and why I'm resigining at once from Lockwood and Co.' There was silence in the room... Lockwood and Co. Book Three: the Hollow Boy
1x02 "You're Lucy Carlyle. We can't let you go." and "We're Lockwood and Co. You, me and George... Please Stay"
1x03 "it's my agency. You belong here"
1x06 "Portland Row is my home. You and George"
1x07 "Everything ends and Everyone Leaves"
bonus quote I was planning on adding but decided not to because it didn't quite fit from episode 8 "I just wanted to say, don't give up on us please... don't give up on me"
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