SOMEONE SAID IT.
This is the saddest commercial I’ve ever seen in my life
WHAT KIND OF FUCKING COMMERCIAL IS THIS? ALL OF THAT EMOTIONAL TURMOIL I JUST WENT THROUGH JUST TO SELL INSURANCE? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?
.If you don’t cry with this, you have no heart. I know I was sobbing like a baby by the first minute of it.
I AM STILL CRYING MY FUCKING EYES OUT. FUCK.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS PEOPLE. REAL TEARS DOWN MY FACE, FUCK.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT I’M ACTUALLY CRYING AT A FUCKING COMMERCIAL. MY HEART GOD DAM IT.
THIS IS NOT COOL. WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO THIS.
I JUST SHOWED THIS TO MY FAMILY AND THEYRE ALL CRYING
DickBabs: requested by anon
Someone Sold Us Out by Hans Zimmer. (The Dark Knight Rises Complete Score)
Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Artemis Crock/Wally West, Barbara Gordon/Jason Bard
Characters: Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Wally West, M’gann M’orzz, Conner Kent, Aqualad, Alfred Pennyworth, The Joker, Jim Gordon, Jason Bard, Bart Allen, Wondergirl, Selina Kyle
Summary: Post-ep 2.10: Before the Dawn. Dick has been hiding something for months and it’s time Barbara finds out what it is. For a person used to secrets, her world is about to be turned upside down by the revelation of one more.
“I just need some time to myself,” he tells her.
He’s been doing that more and more, lately.
They’ve never been “best buddies.” Not officially, anyway, because he has Wally for that. They’re not partners either, because mostly Dick’s partner has always been Batman, even after going their separate ways. They’ve never been anything close to boyfriend and girlfriend, despite what the rumor mill and nearly half of their close friends allege (and the other half suspect). They’ve never even acknowledged out loud what sort of relationship they have with one another. It’s just… there. She’s Barbara and he’s Dick, or he’s Nightwing and she’s Batgirl. At some point, without her even realizing it, they became a pair. A pair of what, exactly, she doesn’t know, but one thing’s for certain: she knows Dick Grayson in a way that no one else does.
And she knows when he doesn’t want to be pushed.
Problem is, Barbara’s never been one to let others set her limits.
“‘Mind if I cut in?’
Annoyed, Gladstone turned. Bruce thrust his cane into the other man’s hand and took Selina by the waist. Without missing a beat, he swept her away from the fuming old gent.
She glared at him as they danced.
‘You don’t seem very happy to see me,’ he observed.
She glided gracefully atop her high heels, letting him lead.
‘You were supposed to be a shut in.’
‘Felt like some fresh air.’
She eyed him curiously, more irked than alarmed.
‘Why didn’t you call the police?’
‘I have a…powerful frend who deals with this kind of thing.’ He admired the tufted ears sprouting from her sleek brown hair. “Brazen costume for a cat burglar.’
‘So?’ she challenged him. ‘Who are you supposed to be?’
‘Bruce Wayne, eccentric billionaire.’ He glanced back at Gladstone. ‘What about your date?’
‘His wife’s in Ibiza, but she left her diamonds behind.’ Selina smirked. ‘Worried they might get stolen.’
I should have known, he thought. Why else would a woman like Selina waste time with a pompous old boor like him?
‘It’s pronounced ‘I-beetha,” he said, correcting her. ‘You wouldn’t want these nice people realizing you’re a crook, not a social climber.’
She bristled at the sugestion. Her eyes flashed angrily.
‘You think I care what anyone in this room thinks of me?’ He caught a hint of Gotham’s East End in her voice, although she had obviously worked hard to eradicate her accent. He admired her skill and intelligence, if not her fondness for appropriating other people’s property.
‘I doubt you care what anyone in any room thinks of you,’ he countered.
‘Don’t condescend, Mr. Wayne,’ she replied. ‘You don’t know a thing about me.’
‘Well, Selina Kyle, I know you came here from your walk up in Old Town. Modest place for a master jewel thief. Which means, either you’re saving for retirement-or you’re in deep with the wrong people.’
It was the only plausible explanation for why such a high-end burglar- who had already scored big several times over- was slumming over in Old Town. She had to be trying to stay off someone’s radar, even if this gala- and Mrs. Gladstone’s jewels- had lured her out of hiding.
She frowned at that.
‘You don’t get to judge me because you were born in the master bedroom of Wayne Manor.’
‘Actually it was the Regency Room.’
‘I started off doing what I had to do,’ she said unapologetically. Then a hint of regret entered her voice. ‘But once you’ve done what you had to, they’ll never let you do what you want to.’
‘Start fresh?’ he guessed.
She laughed bitterly.
‘There’s no fresh start in today’s world. Any twelve-year-old with a cell phone could find out what you did. Everything we do is collated and quantified. Everything sticks. We are the sum of our mistakes.’
‘Or our achievements,’ he argued.
‘The mistakes stick better. Trust me.’
Bruce knew all about mistakes…and regrets. He eyed the pearls around her neck.
‘You think that justified stealing?’
‘I take what I need from those who have more than enough,’ she said, a tad defensively. ‘I don’t stand on the shoulders of people with less.’
‘Robin Hood?’ He couldn’t quite imagine her in forest green. Black suited her better.
‘I’d do more to help someone than most of the people in this room,’ she insisted. ‘Including you.’
‘Maybe you’re assuming too much,’ he said.
“Or maybe you’re being unrealistic about what’s really in your pants other than a fat wallet.’
Still gliding in his arms, she glanced around at the ostentatious display of wealth and extravagance.
‘You think all this can last?’ She shook her head dubiously. ‘There’s a storm coming, Mr. Wayne. You and your friends better batten down the hatches, because when it hits you’re all going to wonder how you ever thought you could live so large…and leave so little for the rest of us.’
‘Sounds like you’re lookiing forward to it,’ he said.
‘I’m adaptable,’ she promised.
But maybe not for much longer, Bruce thought. He recalled the damning accumulation of tips and clues filling her files. The net was closing in on her, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Small wonder she yearned for a fresh start.
‘Those pearls look better on you than they did in my safe.’ He rolled her into his shoulder and reached to unclasp the necklace. ‘But I still can’t let you keep them.’
The pearls slid off her neck into his other hand. She glared at him again, then surprised him by lunging forward and kissing him hard. Breathless, he let her slip away into the crowd. By the time he recovered from the kiss, she already had a decent head start on him. He tried to limp after her, but his bad knee slowed him down.
Within moments, she had vanished from sight.
What was that all about? he thought. Not that I’m complaining.
Exiting the dance floor, he retrieved his cane from Gladstone.
‘You scared her off,’ the old mad complained.
‘Not likely,’ Bruce said. ‘But if I were you, I’d keep an eye on your wife’s diamonds.’
Tucking the pearls safely into his pocket, he headed for the exit. The taste of her kiss lingered on his lips.”
(Excerpt from Chapter 10 of The Dark Knight Rises, the official film novelization by Greg Cox)
It’s not often the Doctor meets someone who can talk even faster than he does, but it’s about to happen. Even by the Doctor’s standards, this isn’t your usual boy meets girl.
~ Steven Moffat
“England is just a small island. Its roads and houses are small. With few exceptions, it doesn’t make things that people in the rest of the world want to buy. And if it hadn’t been separated from the continent by water, it almost certainly would have been lost to Hitler’s ambitions.” — Mitt Romney