Why Do You Think Owen Didn't Give Letty Up During Fast And Furious 6? Pride? Friendship? Stubborness?

De Aged Fic Part 9

Part 8

It had only taken Deckard an hour before he was standing in front of Hattie's door. He could feel a sense of dread settle in his bones as he tried to think of a way to speak to his little sister

They hadn't spoken in several years, and the last time they did, Hattie had spit in his face, accusing him of a crime he didn't commit. He wasn't sure if he could convince her this time either

And on top of that, apparently Owen had gotten himself into a mess so unbelievable, Deckard still wasn't sure if this wasn't a massive ploy for MI6 to capture him

Taking a deep breath, Deckard lifted his fist and knocked on the door

He could hear several shouts accompanied by a loud crash. Blinking, Deckard remembered the same thing happening when he knocked on Owen's bedroom door when they were kids

Deckard couldn't help the way his heart clenched at the memory. It had been simpler times when he and his siblings were kids. No worries other than school and getting chocolate. When had things changed so drastically?

Finally, the door opened to reveal his little sister and...

Much smaller brother

"Owen! Stop struggling you little arsehole!" Hattie snapped harshly. Owen was in her arms but he was pushing at her arms with all his strength and clawing at her face when that didn't happen

"I can open the door by myself!" He shouted, his face a turning red

"And I told you no!"

"You're so mean!"

"And you're a brat!"

Deckard burst out laughing

Immediately, his siblings' shouting match dissipated as they stared at him. Owen tucked himself into Hattie's neck as he watched him with wide eyes

"And what's so funny?" Hattie growled

"You two never change." Deckard gasped through his chuckles

Hattie continued to glare at him while Owen clutched at her shirt. Shaking his head, Deckard smiled gently at Owen

"Are you causing trouble for Hatts, Oh?"

Owen shook his head quickly

"He's been a handful." Hattie huffed and tried to shove Owen into his arms. However, the little boy whined and clung to her. "Get off! I thought you wanted to see Deck."

"He looks weird!" Owen whispered, but not quiet enough for Deckard to not hear

Sighing, Deckard had worried about this. He knew he didn't look the same as he did when Owen had been this age. He wasn't the same height, now had stubble, and didn't have hair. No wonder Owen was scared

"Owen," Deckard called softly. "Are you really not going to give your big brother a hug?"

A flash of guilt crossed Owen's face as he looked between the two adults. After a few moments, he reached his hands out for Deckard and Hattie happily deposited him into his arms

Instantly, Owen's arms wrapped around his neck and the little body relaxed against his chest

"I missed you." Owen whimpered

"I missed you, too, Oh."

Smiling, Deckard rubbed Owen's back and hummed to sooth the shaking in the little hands clutching at his neck. Gently twisting his fingers in Owen's hair, Deckard met Hattie's eyes

She was smirking at them

"Of course he calms down when you're here."

Deckard could only shrug.

Hattie shook her head and opened the door further to let him inside. Owen continued to clutch at him and Deckard found he didn't mind it at all. It had been way to long since he held a small body to his. It felt nice being needed again

Sitting down on Hattie's couch, Deckard decidedly ignored the mess: there were toys strewn all over the floor, bags of crisps spilled on the carpet, and at least two cups knocked over.

"Deck, why are you bald?" Owen whispered

"Because I wanted to be."

"Why?"

"My hair made me too hot."

"How?"

Deckard chuckled. While he did miss taking care of kids, he didn't miss their many questions

"Oh, stop asking stupid questions." Hattie snapped

"She's so mean." Owen whined to Deckard and blew a raspberry at Hattie. Who blew one right back at him

"Hatts," Deckard scolded. "Act your age."

"Not until he does!"

"He is acting his age." Deckard said flattly. Hattie blushed and looked away from him. She really hadn't changed. "Now, tell me what's going on."

Hattie nodded and pulled out a tablet. "Do you know what Oh has been up to recently?"

"Vaguely." Deckard cringed. He really should have kept a tighter leash on Owen

"Then did you know he was stealing technology to build a Nightshade device?"

Deckard went still. Owen wouldn't dare

"What's a Nightshade?" Owen asked

"A weapon," Deckard mumbled and looked back at Hattie. "Did he succeed?"

"He was close. Just needed one more piece, but this crew from the DSS stopped him." Hattie held out the tablet and Deckard saw a list of files

"Hey! That's Letty! She's the nice lady who bought me a burger." Owen told Deckard excitedly. "She's my friend!"

Deckard nodded along to Owen's prattle. He could remember Owen telling him about a Letty a few months ago. She was a valuable member of his current crew and they had grown closer

"Do you think this crew will come after Oh?"

"I've already seen them poking around his files." Hattie sighed. "They're no doubt hot on his trail."

"Are they going to hurt me?"

Deckard blinked and looked down at the little boy on his lap. Owen's eyes had always been expressive when he was young, and now was no exception. Fear was evident as he met Deckard's gaze

"I don't think they want to hurt you." Deckard soothed. "But I still don't want them near you. They won't want you near me or Hatts."

"Why? You guys are my family."

"They have their reasons." Deckard sighed, not knowing how to explain that these people wanted to arrest Owen because he was an international criminal

"What are we going to do?" Hattie asked

Deckard pursed his lips as he thought. Finally, he nodded at his decision

"We need to leave London. Tonight."

So one of the most common problems people have with DC is that they won’t let their characters stay dead, it makes something that’s supposed to be a big thing that will permanently change other characters and the world around them feel like a pointless footnote. The obvious solution is to let them stay dead, however I would like to offer another option that is specifically geared toward the Robins.

They die but they don’t stay dead, it happens over and over again, their loved ones are stuck watching them suffer and die again and again only to come back and have the cycle repeat. No matter what they do death always finds them.

They lose sight of what life actually means because their own seems to mean nothing, they start struggling to understand things that use to make so much sense, like why people fight so hard to survive or why death scares so many, because they know they’ll never get to actually be dead.

The public starts to view them as demons or gods or something, because they’ve seen Redhood be stabbed through the heart, they’ve seen Nightwing fall and break himself on the concrete, they’ve seen Signal overload his powers and burn from the inside out, they’ve seen Red Robin’s head be crushed by block of stone, they’ve seen Robin choke and spit up blood before falling still because he was dosed with poison, they’ve seen Batgirls throat be slit, they’ve seen the birds die in dozens of horrific ways and they’ve seen the affect it has on the bats, but the birds come back, again and again, but every time they come back they look sadder, like less came back.

The birds don’t view themselves as the gods the public does, they view themselves as servants, servants of Gotham, of the people, of justice and vengeance, they can only pray that when their job is done they will be able to rest.

The residence that Earl Butler built in Des Moines, lowa, between 1935 and 1937. Working in close collaboration with his architects, Kraetsch and Kraetsch, Butler constructed a fire, tornado, earthquake, and termite - proof residence , permitting no conventional decoration since he believed that “simplicity and good design are much more restful and inherently beautiful in a home.” Among the special features were an unusual central ramp, air conditioning, dishwasher and disposal, an electric eye to open and close garage doors, a small storage room for freezing game, an extra ice - cube freezer with a 675 - cube capacity, and an intercommunicating telephone system .

Deckard: Has anyone seen my top?

Owen: Yeah, Hobbs is in the kitchen.

My pleasure! 💞💞💞

@omnivorousshipper My first Photoshop creation, I present to thee: Dominic as a Minecraft Iron Golem! (Reference to Omni’s Minecraft stream-which y'all should definitely check out!)

Both characters are intimidating at first sight but really have a heart of gold

Will protect their chosen family with their lives 

Will adopt and care for anyone as their own 

Can be gentle but will kill you if family is threatened

I AM SCREECHING. THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIEND

Something that finally clicked for me when watching Hadestown live,

Hades gives Orpheus the test that he himself goes through every spring.

This really solidified in my brain when I noticed that Hades gets the red flower and is connected more solidly to the other couple. While I always understood they were mirrors, somehow the trial itself and the significance of what Hades is asking Orpheus to do never really hit me until I watched it.

But I realized that what Hades might be thinking here is, well- you may judge me for losing faith in my wife over the long course of our relationship, missing her for months at a time with few others to talk to or support me. Let's see if this romantic, bleeding heart can do that, can feel the absence of his love and his community and still keep trusting her, himself, and the system.

And he can't- one of the major themes of Hadestown is that working together and building community rather than isolating yourself and hoarding wealth is better for the heart, mind, and soul. So taking away the walls and shades and Eurydice who were supporting Orpheus leads to him doubting himself and those people and ultimately looking back.

So many beautiful colours, identities, and sexualities!🌈🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Hex Codes for LGBTQ+ Flags

for all my artists, content creators, and anyone else out there who use specific color palettes for references/designs, here are the hex codes for each of the lgbtq flags for your queer creative purposes. i hope you find these useful. enjoy!

Deckard: *Tries to turn on the lights* Luke! You forgot to pay the electricity bill!

Luke: Isn’t it Owen’s turn?

Owen: I don’t even live here

Luke: Our fridge says otherwise

Owen:

Owen is a freeloader and Luke doesn't hesitate to call him out on it

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

Pony: The human body is 70% water. So we’re basically just cucumbers with anxiety.

Steve: Excuse me, with the amount of salt and alcohol that I consume, I’m more like an anxiety pickle.