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gay-dorito-dust · 30 days

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Are your requests open? If not feel free to ignore this. If so you can also still ignore this but I wanted to ask, could you write how the batboys/batfam would react to a vigilante reader who left Gotham but came back a year or so later?

I don't know if you listen to Noah Kahan but maybe something along the lines of the song “Your Gonna Go Far”? It's just a good song that makes me think of them for some reason IDK 😂

Damian’s was a little angsty but eh. I held this ask off for long enough.

Dick would tease that the reason you came back was because you missed him too much, when in actuality it was more or less the opposite, he missed his fighting crime alongside his vigilante buddy.

‘Fuck off.’ You’d scoff and go to playfully push him, only for him to take it a step further and willingly fall from the rooftop you were hanging out on, and you immediately stood up. ‘Dick?’ You’d call as you peered over the ledge for him. ‘This isn’t funny!’ You shouted in attempt to hide the fact that you were incredibly fearful of the state you’d find him in.

However Dick reappears doing a handstand with a shit eating grin on his face as he used his hands to move towards you, much to your chagrin.

‘I’ll leave again.’ You threatened, crossing your arms over your chest.

‘No you won’t.’ Dick grunts as he got to his feet, still smiling as he got stepped close to you. ‘If you were hellbent on leaving Gotham forever then you wouldn’t have dared tempt the idea of coming back.’

As much as you hated to admit it but he was right, you wouldn’t leave again and even if you did originally want out of Gotham, there was too much work that had to be done here then anywhere else. You were more pretty much done with the whole leaving thing as that didn’t necessarily work out, considering just how fast you abandoned your original plan just to came back to Gotham.

‘I hate it when you’re right.’ You murmured under your breath as Dick chuckles, happy to have you back home, back to him and picking up where you both left off as though nothing had ever happened.

‘So that being all the time, right?’ He asks as he slings an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you made a face. ‘You’d fucking like for that was the case don’t you.’ You scoffed as you looked at him, one to see him looking back at you with a soft look in his eyes, which was something new even for you seeing as yours and Dick’s relationship consisted of witty back and forth and making lightheartedly fun out of each other.

‘Only if you stay long enough to admit it.’ He says without an ounce of his usual teasing as a silence befell you both as you stared at one another, wondering where life was going to take you now you were back in Gotham.

Jason

‘I was rooting for you to stay away.’ He said upon seeing you kick one of Penguin’s goons in the head.

You shrugged. ‘Hate to disappoint but the grass wasn’t greener on the other side.’ You told him, kicking the goon’s switchblade over the rooftop and into the streets below when noticing his hand itching towards it.

‘It must’ve been at least somewhat greener considering how long you stayed there before coming home.’ Jason sassed, joining in by kicking the goon in the ribs for good measure and you groaned. ‘Don’t tell me you’re still pissed at me for leaving are you?’

Jason scoffs. ‘Noooo, why would I be possibly mad at the fact that you had done it. You managed to escape Gotham and instead of staying out of Gotham and building yourself a future where coming back wasn’t an option, you came back?! Why?! What made you think that was a smart idea?!’ He exclaims and you dropped low to perform a sweeping kick to his feet -taking advantage of his irritation- knocking him flat on his back, grabbing the lapels of his brown jacket.

‘For you DUMBASS! I came back to Gotham for you! I wasn’t about to let you rot in this shit hole without at least knowing someone gave a shit about you! Is that such a fucking hard concept to grasp?!’ You yelled at him but just before you let go of his jacket, Jason was quick to catch your wrists in one of his hands and managed to pin you to the floor as he hovered over you. ‘I don’t believe I ever once asked you to do anything for me, other than staying out of Gotham once you found an outing for yourself.’ He said in a low voice.

‘You didn’t need to.’ You told him, easily envisioning the look of frustration Jason must have on his face under the red helmet. ‘That’s was all my own doing and I don’t regret any of it.’ You grunted. ‘Not even a little. I couldn’t afford to build a future out there because there was no future for me to build when I knew I had a better chance of doing that here with you than anywhere else.’

Jason sighed, ‘you’re insufferable.’ He huffed before letting you of your wrists and standing up to his feet as he holds a hand out to you to take.

‘And you’re still a dickhead.’ You retorted smiling as you eagerly grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull you up to your feet before bringing you into his arms, holding you tightly where you melted into his body warmth.

‘Your dickhead you mean.’ He murmurs against your head.

‘yeah, my dickhead.’ You smile, knowing that evening was going to be okay from here on out.

Damian

‘I thought you skipped town.’ Damian said as he sheathed his sword.

‘You don’t sound surprised to see me.’ You replied, putting away your twin batons on your back.

Damian shrugs before looking over at you. ‘Why should I be surprised, I did say on the day you left that you’d come back home sooner or later.’ He reminds you as you both over looked the city you both once swore to protect. ‘No one leaves Gotham for long, this city has a way of pulling people back in whether they liked it or not.’

You clenched your fists at your side out of frustration because you knew that he was right, he was always right and you hated it because when you had gotten out of Gotham, it didn’t feel as though you were needed as much to protect the streets. It made you realised that being born and raised in Gotham and learning go hone the skills required to survive had became a vital part of you, a part of you that you couldn’t escape no matter has far away you go from the vile city and make a name for yourself elsewhere.

It ended up not working out and soon you found yourself going back to the place you swore you’d never go back to.

‘You didn’t miss me? Not once?’ You asked all of a sudden.

‘No. You were barely on my mind as I was busy clearing the streets you left behind.’ Damian said but even you could tell that he was lying to himself somewhat.

‘Are you sure I didn’t come to mind? Not even when you’re standing in the locations we regularly rendezvous for missions?’ You asked again.

Damian remains silent this time. Of course he missed you, there wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t resent you for leaving Gotham, for leaving him behind when you both swore to keep Gotham safe together. Admittedly he hated you for a brief time after you left, he tried to burn every memory he had of you to prove that his hatred and resentment towards you was true, and not as an act of heartbreak and abandonment.

However Damian found himself unable to keep that facade up after three month anniversary of your departure, where found himself on the very rooftop he was now, and ironically it was the very same rooftop where you told him you were leaving Gotham indefinitely; looking up to the stars and wishing for your health and well-being whether you were.

‘No.’ Damian snipped, leaving you in a very similar to the way you had left him long ago, alone and conflicted with emotions.

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cream0fwheat1998 · 3 months

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Girl from the Band 2 (Dark!Jason Carverxreader)

Dark! Jason Carver, Non-con, isolation, sexism/misogyny, manipulation, fear, I prefer soft!Dark! so thats more of the direction im going in.

Y/n waited at the abandoned lunch table in the woods. It seemed like an an unsafe place but it wasnt. This is where her DnD club would me every so often to talk about their new campaign, schedules and other stuff. Sometimes Eddie would trade weed for money; not to be a pearl clutcher but Y/n denied that stuff everytime it was offered to her. She wasn't interested in any of that.

The crowd eventually gathered; everyone laughed and cherished these fleeting moments. Y/n somewhat regretted the thought she hadn't joined sooner but back then she was too scared.

Some voices from the direction of the school caused the group to look away from their plans. There stood some of the basketball team, always in their jersey's even when the season had ended.

"What are you freaks doing?" Jason asked, eyeing Eddie.

"Bro we're just playing our game. Just like you played yours'. It's no different now run along." Eddie said, his pals backing him up in unison.

While y/d knew she'd be on Hellfires side if it came to a fight, she couldn't help but feel the red-hot heat on her cheeks with Jasons boldness. He stood tall and it made him seem dominate.

Y/d cringed at her thought and put it away in the back of her mind. Embarrassed that her mind even wondered in that direction.

"Well pack it up, the boys and I are using this spot for now on." Jason said, high-fiving one of his minions.

Everyone looked to Eddie, to Jason then back to Eddie. The tension was palpable.

Eddie sighed. "Alright, we can use one of the classrooms. Maybe the utility room in the schools basement." Everyone gathered their books and bags, not in defeat but rather in a 'for now' way.

Y/n was the last one to leave and Jason seemed surprised to see the girl he was determined to make his next 'woman'. He shook his and stopped her by a light grab of her shoulder.

He swallowed nothing. "You shouldn't hang out with them. They're freaks. They're into weird shit and they could hurt you." He said, for some reason not looking her in the eye.

The physical contact is what paused Y/n completely. She wasn't use to touching me. nor men touching her. But she knew overall, this wasn't okay because he was trying to stop her from something that wasn't his business.

Y/n put her hand ontop of Jasons' and put it off of her shoulder. "I think i'll be fine, Jason. You don't even know them. You dont know me." She said, a loose smile following.

Before Y/n could leave, Jason grabbed her arm with an iron grasp. His lackies busied themselves; not concerned about his behavior towards an innocent girl.

"It's not a suggestion. I don't want to you with Eddie Munson again. Do you hear me?" Jason told y/n, getting very close to her face.

Y/n looked side to side but her attempt to see any escape or call for help was fruitless. "Okay, just let me go." She whispered.

Jason looked her firmly in the eye, trying to decide if she was lying or not. With a quick, harsh squeeze, he let go of Y/n's arm and watched her scurry away. He couldn't have his future girlfriend hanging out with the scum of Hawkins. She'd need to learn her place (with him) soon.

Jason genuinely felt entitled to the attention of a woman now that the one woman who broke his heart had moved on; with a pal of his no less.

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The next day, y/n contemplated the ways she could get out of going to school. She could fake a fever or a cold but with a nurse mother, she figured any faking she'd do would be seen through immediately.

She also didn't know about skipping class; no she wasn't a goody-two shoes but there was no reason to break rules if it isn't necessary. Being scared of Jason Carver wasn't necessary. Y/n did think about going to Eddie but that seemed, pathetic, honestly.

She and Eddie weren't great friends; she only hung out with him through Hellfire but he appeared to be a good guy. Y/n also got to thinking what could Jason Carver do?

Yeah his family had some money but no tremendous pull in the town. She straightened herself out and decided to endure the day as normal. There was no reason to be afraid.

It happened at lunch. Eddie was riled up for the campaign we'd been planning for a month. He was so excited that he jumped onto the lunch table and made a fool of himself infront of everyone. But he didn't care; he never did.

Y/n couldn't help but cover her mouth as she laughed at the long-haired man bouncing around. She admired his attitude even during intense times.

But Eddie got too loud and Jason had yelled at him to stop acting out; like a parent scolding a child.

After some childish exchange of words, Eddie simmered down and laughing at Jason. They were all giggling but y/n stopped when Jason zoned in on her. He looked.....angry at her for laughing at the silliness of her friend. Unknown to her, he assumed she was laughing at him. While hanging out with the exact people he told her not to.

He'd show her where and to whom she belongs to later.

By the time last period rolled by, Y/n felt confident. Regardless of lunch, the day wasn't bad. She felt foolish really. Thinking that Jason Carver had been serious about her not hanging with her friends anymore.

Tonight there was no Hellfire meeting and her parents had a business dinner with coworkers so the house was hers alone.

*Ding Dong *

Almost alone....

Y/n opened the door to Jason Carver. With a large smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Y/n right? I know this is sudden but can I come in?"

The only sound between them was wind blowing outside and a car or two driving by. The siren were blaring in Y/n's head to not let him in.

"Oh, well I don't think so, Jason. My parents aren't home so I shouldnt have anyone here." She said but regretted it a second later. WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT???!!? The girl yelled at herself.

Jason put his foot in the door before Y/n closed it. His smile was gone but his eyes held a confident light.

"Listen. This can go two ways. Way one, you let me in and we can go about what I have planned, peacefully or.....I'll force my way in, in every meaning of the word." Jason explained in a low, raspy voice.

Y/n finally took a complete look at Jason. His once finely combed hair was disheveled. His usually neat clothes were wrinkled. He had bags under his once bright blue eyes.

Y/n tried to shut the door with force but she was no match for a guys strength. Y/n ran to the kitchen with a plan to escape through the back door.

Jason slammed the front door shut and smirked. He felt content with option 2; this is going to be fun, he thought to himself.

Y/n reached the door knob what was grabbed by the waist and thrown back to the ground. Jason stood above her, unwavering and ready.

"I expect you to listen to my words for now on; like an obedient girlfriend should." Jason said lifting Y/n back up by the arm and dragged her to the stairs.

"Where's your room?" Jason asked, his lips in a thin line.

Y/n shook her head, "Jason please. We don't know each other, don't do this." Y/n cried while trying to free herself from Jasons grip.

He shook his, "No. I've decided you're my next girlfriend. Don't pretend to be shocked; i've seen how you look at me. You should be grateful you get to live out your school girl crush."

Jason dragged the girl upstairs, "Now tell me which room is yours. You're already getting punished for hanging out with those freaks after I told you not to; don't make me add more."

Not wanting to make him angrier, she said, "That one." while hanging her head low.

Jason led her to her bedroom; he threw her in there and locked the door behind himself.

"Take off your clothes."

#stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #jason carver #jason x reader #dark!jason carver #yandere jason carver #yandere! stranger things #tw noncon

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dramioneasks · 4 months

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Hey !! I am looking for some new fics to read so, Please recommend some fics similar to: Simply Irresistible: [Ron breaks up with hermione a week b4 the wedding and mingles with draco's gf then and then draco comes to the rescue giving her a whole new makeover. I particularly liked the ron bashing, dramione bonding and sweet fluff. It also had dramione Hogwarts bonding.] Slow grenade: Over the years bonding of dramione, with secretive meet ups. Tooth rotting fluff is what I loved with a bit of action. Would be preferable if they are on wattpad. Thanks!! I am sorry if I am not clear with my request. (dramione = draco and hermione for short)

Next time send this in as two different asks please:

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my brother’s best friend - mrsren - E, 5 chapters - Hermione’s plan to lose her virginity starts with a list of potential men to get the job done. At the top of an already very short list rests Draco Malfoy, but he’s her brother’s best friend. The pinch: Draco finds the list, and she is woefully unprepared for the fallout.

The Healer’s Guide To Transfiguration - malpal132 - E, one-shot - It happens like this: Hermione is hunched over her desk like some kind of Tolkien goblin, essentially deep-throating three Sambal fish tacos from Del Seoul in a desperate bid to finish a late lunch before her next appointment (she’d rather choke to death than be late) when a light knock on the open door makes her head snap up. “Dr. Granger?” Holy shit. Holy shit. Her previous nonchalance about choking to death vanishes when she sees who’s standing in her door and a piece of fish hunkers down for a long winter in her esophagus. “Are you–shall I perform the Heimlich?” He asks, face familiar and concerned as he moves a step closer. “I don’t think your face should be that shade of purp–” She cuts him off by vomiting into the trash can. Airway finally clear, she gulps a few greedy breaths. Her lungs expand and her face burns, and Hermione genuinely wonders if she’s hallucinating. She’s not prone to fantastical thinking even though she’s well acquainted with the fantastic, but…why else would Draco Malfoy be standing in front of her? Malfoy, on crutches. Malfoy, handing her a tissue? Malfoy, but…not. It’s complicated.

Project Ghost by youhavemyswordandmybow - M, 19 chapters - Granger is the Head Analyst working at the DMLE wondering what the hell is going on with the spike of dark magic - and why an unknown wizard vigilante is running around like Jason flipping Bourne. Malfoy, may or may not be that vigilante - but he’s certainly not telling Granger, with her exceptionally nice arse and cute freckles. As Head Auror, (Hermione’s former and Draco’s current) best friend Harry has answers - and as strained as their friendship is, Hermione is going to get them. *** Beta’d by loads of different people but mainly Peb, MagicalIndigoSunrise and Ardeleanca - with huge thanks to them! And if there are mistakes - masses of apologies. If you like it, gimme some kudos or pls write a comment :) Thanks for reading!

Other Halves by westxnorthwest - E, 37 chapters, Words: 155,362 - Hermione is returning to Hogwarts, this time as a professor of Muggle Studies. It had been four years since the Battle of Hogwarts and she was more than ready to reclaim her life as her own, rather than living under the pressures of being part of the Golden Trio. Her personal life might be somewhat in shambles, but she’s willing to forge her own future and put herself first, for the first time in her life. Little does she know, Draco Malfoy is beginning his tenure as a professor this year too. Her complicated feelings as they pertain to the Malfoy heir resurface as she tries to navigate them, her failing relationship with Ron, and the infancy of her career. *** COMPLETED WORK | Author’s Note: This is, first and foremost, a love story. Mind the tags, but this is not a dark tale, just a few…less sunny moments. You’ll have some fluff, some angst, some (hopefully) really good smut, and, of course, some plot to carry us along. Tags have been updated to reference important themes, even if they only feature briefly, and chapters will contain relevant content warnings. If I’ve missed one, please let me know! This story developed into its own as I wrote and posted.

Baby, Any Time You’re Ready, I’m Waiting by Zeebee3 - E, 11 chapters - “Alright,” said Pansy. “Then we’re still stuck. How do we divide three rooms between three girls and three boys?” “You share with Ginny. Blaise shares with Ron. And then Draco and I can share,” said Hermione easily, scrolling through the phone at the rest of the property images. Pansy’s attention snapped to Draco so fast, he almost jolted at the impact of it. “Oh?” She said with pointed interest. Draco shook his head minutely at her and her brows shot up. She turned back to Hermione. “Why you and Draco, Hermione?” “Well it’s such a lovely house, it’d be a shame to pass it up just because of sleeping arrangements.” She glanced up, perhaps sensing the underlying emphasis in Pansy’s question, and met his eyes. “You don’t mind, do you Draco? Or I could share with Ron if you’d rather be with Blaise?” “Don’t mind a bit.” He sipped his tea, the picture of nonchalance. —— Or where Hermione thinks she and Draco are “just good friends” but he’s secretly in love.

Big Dick Energy by louiseob - E, 9 chapters - After months of successfully keeping Ginny Weasley away from happy hours with her coworkers, Hermione finally relents and allows her to tag along. Unfortunately, her crassest friend wants nothing more than to embarrass Hermione and (hopefully) get her and Draco sodding Malfoy into bed together one and for all.

Fifty Shades of Granger - winterwells - E, 7 chapters - Draco Malfoy finds himself reentering society after having been on house arrest for the past five years. The Wizengamot has *graciously* given him the opportunity to leave the manor provided he gets a job at the Ministry. What could go wrong? Dramione, post-war AU

-Lisa

(PS: yes we know what dramione means....)

#imhiddentalents #similar fics #slow grenade #fluff #smut

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating J.D.

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous and @poruchik-logy)

(Sorry about the inactivity lately. With the holidays coming up, I’ve been a bit busy. Plus, I’ve written a post or two on my other blogs which means no post on this one. Anyways, hope you enjoy!)

- You meet J.D. when he transfers to your school. You’re in study hall when you just so happen to look up and make eye contact with the boy while glancing around the room.

- For the rest of the period, you feel like someone's watching you, and lo and behold, every time you sneak a glance his way, his eyes are on you. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking, he just raises an eyebrow at you when you turn and meet his gaze.

- You spot him in the lunchroom later that day and ask your friends about him though they don’t have much information besides his name and where he moved from which they got from one of their teachers forcing him to introduce himself to the class. He was a mystery …and boy were you intrigued.

- You have your first conversation at the local Snappy Snack Shack. You’d just popped in to grab a little junk food, only to find him stalking through the store in his black trench coat. You figured you’d dance around each other until one of you left but before you knew it, he’d sauntered up to you and interjected that you looked familiar.

- Before you knew it, the two of you had introduced yourselves and began a sort of flirtatious conversation. He bought you a slushy and offered you a ride home on his bike which you coyly accepted after a moment of nervous hesitation.

- It was that same night that he returned to your house, rapping at your window and damn near giving you a heart attack. Even though it was terrifying at first, it was also sort of endearing and you soon found yourself joining him outside.

- Now, It’s your choice whether or not you sleep together that night. If you do then consider yourself kissed and claimed from then on. If you don’t, he’ll continue to show up at your house or hang around you at school until he gets what he wants. You.

- You suppose that your first date happened at the Snack Shack so from then on, the two of you were sort of seeing each other. Well, one of his favorite things to do with you is not be at home so the two of you were hanging out in an empty lot.

- The sun went down and you were sitting in the dark, the glow of the moon being the only thing lighting up your date. You were sitting down and he was lingering on his feet somewhere behind him, sorta pacing from what you could hear.

- He knelt down beside you and you turned your head to look at him, only to immediately get pulled into a kiss that all but had you melt into the floor. It was passionate and somewhat rough, exactly what you’d expect from him. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

- Well, he most certainly isn’t letting you go after that. I hope you like him babe because you’re not getting rid of him anytime soon.

- This man is fully willing to makeout with you in public. So yeah, there’s a lot of Pda.

- His hands are pretty much on you at all times.

- Pecks on the lips. He loves when you just give him a kiss for no reason at all.

- Rough, passionate kisses. He asserts his dominance by hooking his arms around you and pulling you into a searing kiss until you can’t breathe.

- He definitely calls you “woman” and a ton of other pet names ranging from cute to just plain annoying.

- He never would have imagined a girl like you would actually put up with him for so long …but boy is he thankful you have.

- He’s a little shit and that’s just something you’ll have to live with. He’s blunt, conniving and sarcastic, but he does care about you.

- He pretends like he doesn’t give a shit a lot of the time but he does, more than he cares to admit.

- Surprisingly enough, JD actually really likes cuddling. You’ll usually lay with your legs intertwined and your head resting against his chest while he wraps his arms tight around you.

- Jason's father sort of ignores him, they aren’t very close and certainly not close enough to be sharing affection besides; maybe, a pat on he back or something similar. So he craves attention and affection.

- He yearns for you to touch and love him but he doesn’t know how to tell you that he wants you to suffocate him with your own body. He’ll just try to repeat whatever it is he did to make you touch him or touch you until you do something to him.

- Hugs from behind.

- Husky whispers in your ear. He does it on purpose because he knows what it does to you.

- Motorcycle rides.

- Trying to get him to quit smoking. It never actually works but he; somewhat, tries to cut down on it for your sake. He thinks the fact that you care is sorta amusing.

- Cutting class together.

- Going shooting with him. The beer bottles and porcelain plates kind of shooting, not the Ram and Kurt kind of shooting.

- Dark humor. Although, sometimes you genuinely don’t know if he’s joking or not.

- He can always seem to make you laugh, even if it makes you feel guilty to laugh at some off the stuff he says.

- Hearing an alarming amount of gun and bomb facts.

- Going to Snappys Snack Shack with him.

- Junk food binges.

- He’s kind of a stalker if I’m being honest. He follows you around without you knowing, finds out everything he can about you, etc. You’re sort of like an obsession of his and that can be good or bad depending on the situation and to what extent you know about his feelings.

- He knows practically everything about you, ranging from your birthday to where you are at pretty much any given time.

- He’s not too great at all that lovey dovey shit but he tries. It might take him a little while to get the hang of it but he eventually will.

- Getting him to play the sax for you.

- Having his hand on your thigh whenever he’s driving.

- Making out.

- Hickeys.

- He likes when you wear his clothes, it’s like marking his territory without getting in trouble for making your neck different colors.

- Listening to morbid music.

- Deep existential conversations. What else do you talk about with your girlfriend besides the meaning of life and why society will ultimately cave in and destroy itself in a violent revolt?

- Late night phone calls from him. Be prepared to rush to your landline at three a.m. so that you don’t wake up your parents. You can’t even really be mad at him because he’ll just immediately launch into either a spiel about how he missed you or ask what your opinion on Manchurian candidates are; successfully silencing you in bewilderment.

- Getting random knocks at your window whenever he decides he just has to see you.

- Your parents either love or hate him, there is no inbetween. He’s generally pretty good at playing the role of the upstanding young man who cares a lot about their daughter; that parts real of course, but occasionally a parent will just get a bad vibe from him and his charade; though convincing, just won’t work on them.

- If that’s the case with your parents then you’ll sort of be forced to sneak out if you want to see him, which he’s particularly good at helping you do.

- Getting kept away from his father. He tries to keep your interactions to a minimum, especially if you have a much different personality than to the man.

- Incredibly jealous though he’ll always try to hide just how upset whatever situation you’re in makes him. He makes jokes and “forgets about it” as soon as you join his side, convincingly acting like nothing happened or that he saw nothing wrong with it but staying up the rest of the night wondering what he can do about it.

- Possessive. You’re each others, aren’t you? He’s yours and you’re his. Everybody belongs to someone and the two of you belong to one another.

- Is he protective? What do you think? If you ever complain about a person bothering you, he’ll almost immediately ask if you want him to kill them. You think it’s a joke. It’s not.

- Although it may seem like he does things just for his own benefit, he would genuinely do anything you ask of him. Sometimes he’ll surprise you with the lengths that he goes to make your life easier and happier.

- He’s hot tempered and kind of an asshole so the two of you are; most likely, almost constantly fighting. You’ll usually be yelling at each other or arguing passionately which is a problem because he thinks you’re hot when you’re angry. He’ll usually wind up trying to kiss you which succeeds in making things worse and having you give him the silent treatment/break up.

- He tries his best to give you your space but the instant you want him back, he’s all over you. He usually never actually apologizes but he doesn’t force you to when you’re in the wrong either so you suppose it’s fair.

- I love you’s are few and far between. He doesn’t really want to make himself seem too vulnerable so you only get them on rare occasions.

- The two of you tend to not talk about the future. He wants to be with you forever; which is obvious, and he wants you to be his; which is also obvious. But you don’t know if you’re entirely sure you can handle him. So, you try to just enjoy the time you’re spending together and not think about how things may end.

- You’re either the Bonnie to his Clyde or his blissfully unaware darling. Pick your poison.

#heathers headcanon #heathers headcanons #heathers imagine #jason dean imagine #jason dean headcanon #jason dean x reader #jason dean headcanons #jd imagine #jd headcanons #JD headcanon #jd x reader #80s movie imagine #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon

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acreepypastaloverposts · 3 years

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Hi, I’m not sure if you’re doing asks or requests but if you are- How do you think the pastas would react to their S/O being asexual (not wanting/liking intercourse)?

Pastas X Asexual S/O:

BEN Drowned:

He's heard of it but hasn't really looked into it because he didn't think he'd need the information.

Immediately searches the internet looking at everything he could find about asexuality.

Will try and tone down the perverted jokes he makes if it makes you uncomfortable.

Honestly just wants to be your centre of attention and the person you love.

13/10

Bloody Painter:

He's more curious than anything else.

Would want to learn everything about asexual people and what it actually means to be asexual.

Will also ask how you found out that you were asexual and the experiences you went through.

Overall he's respectful and honestly just loves you for you.

10/10

Candy Pop:

Ehh I also think that they also prefer a sexual relationship with their s/o.

However if they truly loved their s/o, and I'm talking like soulmate kinda shit, then they'll learn to live without sex.

You'll have to set boundaries at the start and try to get them to understand why.

If that happens then they'll find out that they can still have a romantic and somewhat intimate relationship with their s/o.

8/10

Clockwork:

Knows basic knowledge of what being asexual is but that's about it.

Honestly doesn't really care what you are, in her mind as long as you two love each other that's all that matters.

Can and will kick anybody's ass if they disrespect or bully you in anyway. Seriously, like she isn't scared.

Will ask what you do and don't like so she doesn't accidentally cross a line and upset you.

15/10

Dr Smiley:

Again, he read the basics of what asexuality is in a book years ago but doesn't really know that much about it.

Honestly like he doesn't really care? Like he's not fussed on what you are or whether you like being intimate or not. He just... isn't really bothered.

Will broaden his victim pool to aphobic/acephobic people as a way to support you.

This relationships future will be hit and miss depending on how Smiley actually feels.

4/10

Eyeless Jack:

Absolutely no clue on anything to do with being asexual.

Once you fill him in he completely understands why you would be like that and 100% respects your decision.

Again he's another pasta that doesn't really care if their relationship doesn't have a sexual element.

He's in it fully because he loves you and wants to spend his life with you.

1000000/10

Homicidal Liu:

He actually knows all about it since had a friend in school who was asexual.

He'll find it difficult at first to find some kinds of relief but he'll find a way to make it work.

Sully is an asshole about it tbh. He'll probably degrade his s/o and make them feel guilty about it.

As time goes on Sully will get less abusive towards you but it's up to you whether you want to be in that kind of environment.

3/10

Hoodie:

It's pretty straight forward for him to understand so there's no need to have to speak with him about it unless you have slightly different requirements?

Honestly you didn't even need to tell him, he just knew. A gut feeling maybe.

Since he obviously knew what you were before you became a couple I imagine he wouldn't have an issue with his s/o being asexual.

Also another pasta to kick the shit out of anyone who mistreats you in anyway.

9/10

Jane The Killer:

She actually knows quite a lot due to a sexuality crisis she had a while back. (She still isn't completely sure what she is yet)

Due to her motherly-like nature she'll probably try to shelter you from a bad world so you can just focus on the love she gives you.

Doesn't mind what you are as long as you're not against cuddles. Jane loves her cuddles.

Will make anyone pay horribly for being mean to you, even if it wasn't about your sexuality, consider them dead.

100/10

Jason The Toymaker:

I feel like he's not going to like it at all.

Probably try to manipulate you into doing sexual stuff with him.

It's a very toxic relationship and if the manipulation doesn't work he'll probably either kill you.

Please don't get into a relationship with him. It's not worth it.

-500/10

Jeff The Killer:

He's a massive dick about it.

One of those guys that thinks that you will change your sexuality for him because he thinks he's "special"

Honestly I don't see a relationship with Jeff working out.

He's the type to brag about his sex life and if it gets to a point that other people have more than him he's either gonna end it or cheat.

0/10

Kate The Chaser:

She knows about it but will ask you for more information.

She honestly isn't really sexual either due to her trust issues so there's no worry with her.

Will accommodate for anything you like or don't.

Just wants to feel loved.

10/10

Laughing Jack:

He's asexual so he doesn't have a single worry.

Honestly just wants someone to help terrorise children with him.

He'll insist on visiting people who may have aphoic/acephobic towards you and watch as they slowly go insane.

All he wants really is a partner in crime to eat sweets with.

10/10

Laughing Jill:

She is also asexual.

She cares a lot for her s/o and would do anything for them.

Will kill anyone who comes near them with bad intent.

She just needs her s/o’s love, that's all she’s ever wanted.

1000/10

Masky:

He's aware of what it is and is a little shocked at first when his s/o tells him but gets over it.

Extremely considerate of your thoughts and feelings.

He always comes across like he doesn't give a damn but he's constantly eyeing the room you're both in to determine possible upsets.

Again will batter the shit out of anyone who crosses you or even tries to. No one messes with his s/o.

11/10

The Puppeteer:

I mean... he's a ghost so imma assuming that he doesn't have a problem with his s/o being asexual.

He'll take his time finding out what you do and don't like/want.

However he might use the information he has against you if he wants you to do something or act a certain way.

It's a toxic relationship that's almost impossible to see yet very dangerous.

2/10

Ticci Toby:

It's gonna be seriously hard for him to cope in a relationship without sex but it is possible.

He's going to need to have constant reassurance and praise and stuff like that.

Like Jane he needs cuddles in his life. He's so touch starved that he craves love and attention.

As long as you can give him that he's content.

10000000000/10

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miracle-sham · 3 years

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Memento Mori Cries Our Shattered Souls.

| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 1, Day 3: Grave} |

| Soulmates, are a tricky thing. It's said they're the person who best fits you. Everyone goes through life with half of their Soulmate's soul beside them in the form of an animal that represents the soulmate. |

| Marinette always thoughts she'd get to meet her Soulmate and the other half of her soul one day, and now she never will. Jason never wanted to meet his soulmate or be reunited with the other half of his soul. And now, like Romeo and Juliet, they've truly become star-crossed Soulmates. |

| Word Count: 1,371. |

| Warnings/Tags: Soulmate Au, Major Character Death/Implied Death/Temporary Death/Not Really Dead, Death Related Injuries/Injury Recovery, Miscommunication, Loss of Soulmate, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Explicit Language/Swearing, Starcrossed Soulmates, Wakes & Mentions of Funerary Customs/Traditions. |

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| A/N: Okay so there's only one song on this one's playlist but c'mon, look my written words in the eyes and tell me that isn't the perfect Jasonette song. Yeah, exactly. Also Choo Choo dear readers, I'm back on the angst train. Grab your tissues and some liquid to hydrate yourself because if you aren't crying by the end of this, then I've failed my job <3 |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics or a specific Au, then feel free to send me a dm and or ask! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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It isn't a grave. An important difference, Marinette thinks to herself hollowly. There's a dull pang in her chest, and the constant ache of all her many, many still healing injuries. She shouldn't be up and about yet, it's only been a day since she was discharged from hospital. Her parents and the doctors would have kittens. But Marinette needs to do this. And she's already crawled her way up to her balcony chair (though with a little miraculous help of course). Because it isn't a grave but it might as well be one.

It's a simple little thing really, and yet… Yet it's a lot of things.

A shrine, well an altar. On the half wall besides her balcony chair. It's a small stone slab with a lit incense holder in the middle, and a few lit candlesticks in each of the front two corners of the slab. Behind the incense holder, in the back two corners are two bouquets of marigolds, white lilies, and yellow and white chrysanthemums. And in front of the incense holder, is a single photo of her soulmate familiar and all that she has left of her soulmate; Buddy the german shepherd.

Five days ago, her soul bond shattered. Her soulmate familiar nearly shattered too. It was a miracle Buddy only fell into a pseudo-coma instead. Unlike her though, he's yet to wake up. And considering the situation, he may never. One of the doctors—a soulmate related injuries specialist—had said it's rare but not unheard of for that to happen when the human counterpart to their soul familiar dies. And the final damning nail in the coffin was Marinette's own soul familiar counterpart appearing at some point after she had fallen into the three day coma. After all, it's common knowledge that once a soulmate died, you become reunited with the other half of your soul—your soul familiar counterpart.

Marinette doesn't know what happened to her soulmate's body (if there even is one left, considering the injuries found on her and her soul familiar counterpart). Nor does she have any memorabilia or anything that once belonged to her soulmate. And she certainly doesn't know where he was from and if he would've had any preferred cultural funeral rites. So the best she can give him right now, are the typical funeral flowers her parents both recommended, alongside candles and incense. Somewhat plain and generic almost but it's something, and it's better than nothing.

She chokes back a sob and rubs at her red eyes. “It's not fair… I thought Ladybug's were supposed to be lucky.”

There's a faint pitter-patter and a few droplets splatter against the altar. She blinks and glances upwards, briefly wondering if it is starting to rain. But the cloudless sky is all an answer she needs, along with the realisation of dampness on her cheeks and hands. She blinks again, and a few more tears fall.

Tikki makes a small noise of sadness, and gives Marinette one of those tiny little hugs she always gives.

Still, the grief hurts. Marinette will never get to know who her soulmate was. His name, what he looked like, how he smiled, his accent, what he liked, his favourite things, any stupid habits or mannerisms.

And she will never get to know if her soulmate even has a grave already. She could always ask Tikki, she's right there. But the kwami is stressed enough as it is that Marinette fell comatose for three days and nearly died from the injuries inflicted on her soul familiar counterpart. And five days without a proper Ladybug (and not just Master Fu stepping in out of necessity) protecting Paris has started to visibly take its toll on Tikki.

So, Marinette's little altar isn't a grave but it's where she's burying her grief and wishing the ladybug miraculous could do something to fix this.

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It's not a fucking grave. If Jason had a choice, he'll never let his soulmate be buried in one of those fuckers ever, y'know just in case she ever ends up like him and is forced to crawl out her own grave. But he hasn't got a fucking choice because who knows who or where his soulmate is and what happened to her after he became a dead robin.

Well other than the fact, she's un-fucking-doubtedly dead and it's all his fucking fault, obviously. It's been six months since he crawled out his grave, and Talia had said the Lazarus Pit could heal broken soul bonds and soulmate familiars that died with the soulmate. Clearly fucking wrong seeing as his bond is still shattered as fuck and there's been no sign of Jules—the naturally shifting little soulmate familiar he used to adore. The kinda weird and scrappy looking calico tabby kitten that according to the internet was a cornish rex, that would sometimes shift into an even tinier, very round and fluffy hamster.

And Jason's spent enough time on the streets as a kid to know what happens to the human counterpart when their soul familiar counterpart snuffs it. If he's lucky, she'll be in a coma and will never wake up. And if he's unlucky, then she'll be six feet under like he was. Either way, she's paying for his fuck ups and deserves way better.

A small part of him wonders if that makes them star-crossed lovers. Like a reverse Romeo and Juliet—fucking ironic considering R&J were the inspiration behind Jules' name. He died, and came back only to find irrefutable evidence that his soulmate's dead—or might as well be—because of him dying first, and she'll never know he survived dying.

“It's not fair!” Jason snarls at his fate, vision staining green for a split second. He grits his teeth and glares down at the little altar he's set up in the corner of his room in whatever league of assassins' compound this is. It's got a single lit candle in each corner of the altar—a substitute for how there's supposed to be a burning candle at each corner of a coffin. Still doesn't make it a fucking grave though.

There's also a few bunches of flowers scattered across the middle of the altar—mostly marigolds, with a few white lilies, a couple black roses, a single pheasant's-eye, and a small handful of asphodels. It hadn't been easy to get them, especially since he couldn't exactly leave the compound yet. But Jules and his soulmate deserved this at least.

Marigolds for grief, white lilies more for the funeral staple than the meaning, black roses for death and mourning, pheasant's-eye for painful recollections, and asphodels for my regrets follow you to the grave.

Fucking ironic, seeing as it's on altar and not a grave.

The worst fucking part of being here, was losing Jules. The one fucking constant in his shitty life. Batman replacing him fucking stung alright, and he's never particularly cared for soulmates, yeah. He's seen and heard more than plenty horror stories growing up, and considering how small and cute Jules is, no way would've his soulmate survived Gotham. It's not like he cared too much about meeting her or whatever, but she was fucking innocent and now she's fucking dead. So yeah, she gets asphodels on her altar because he regrets being the reason she and Jules got shattered.

And the pheasant's-eye, well Talia and all the fucking assassins in this hell hole aren't giving him the chance to hold a wake for either of them. And it's not like he knows shit about her or has anything of hers to sit on the altar. He hasn't even got anything left of Jules 'cept his fucking memories. So all he can really do is recount his own memories of her to himself. Maybe he should write 'em down in a book or something…

All in all, it ain't a fucking grave. But it might as well be one because it's where he's burying his memories and feelings. After all, an assassin without a soulmate familiar, or a soulmate, is a lot harder to kill. 'Least he's got that going for him now. But Jules and his soulmate still didn't fucking deserve dying only for him to survive alone.

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| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated! |

| Quick reasons behind the Soul Familiar names and species, whilst I know Jason canonically is bad at naming, he's also a literature nerd so hence why he called his soulmate's familiar Juliet, also because it shifts form he can't call it Cat or Hamster. The hamster is because well this is half of Marinette's soul, let's be real, and the cat is because Calicos are seen as lucky and also I thought a Cornish Rex because they're highly intelligent, active, and affectionate and I think that fits Marionette pretty well. As for why Marinette has Buddy, it's purely because Jason reminds me of a German Shepherd and I feel Marinette would've wanted to become friends with her Soulmate as soon as she understood it as a kid, so hence the name buddy. It's not fully accurate to her canon naming skills, but that doesn't matter. |

| If you've been around since the early days of my Maribat/MLB Tumblr side acc, then this premise might sound familiar. Yeah, you've guessed it! It's the Jasonette version of my MTSPY au (rip, I'll get to writing it one day, maybe), aka/originally called LYLaLYL or Lose Your Love and Lose Your Life. I decided since I love the au but I want to re-use a lot of it but with some minor to significant changes. Anyway, if those au names are familiar/you've been around for my last year's content, then here have a virtual hug from me! 🫂 If you can't see this emoji, it's the weird two blue humanoid blobs hugging emoji. Yeah. |

| On a sidenote if there's an obvious difference in writer's voice for the end/beginning notes, tags, and summary, that's because I'm writing this very sleep deprived at 4am and may have gone slightly feral. Yeah. Don't do what I'm doing, get some sleep folks. Half the tags were written at the much more reasonable hour of ten to midnight instead though. |

| Also feel free to send me any comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, I'll be more than happy to answer! |

| @jasonette-july-event |

#Maribat #MLB x DC #DC x MLB #Jasonette #Jasonette July #Jasonette July 2021 #JasMari #MariJay #Marinette x Jason #Jason x Marinette #Jasonette July Week 1 #Jasonette July Day 3 #Jasonette July Grave #Memento Mori Cries Our Shattered Souls #MMCOSS #Sham's Posts #Sham's Writing #Sham's Fics

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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Randomly just thinking about how much potential there is for angst and also Important Conversations, by playing on the idea of like....idk, case fics that have Dick targeted by someone he went up against or put away during the ‘lost years’ when he and Bruce were estranged....when like he was mostly with the Titans but did some solo stuff during that time too.

Like, there’s a lot of fics that have the Batfamily finding out about Tarantula and Mirage and stuff with Slade and Blockbuster....which is all good but is still stuff that exists within the confines of periods of Dick’s life they were at least somewhat aware of, even if they missed what actually happened with a lot of that.

But I’m thinking about the potential of the family having to rescue Dick or find a way to help him with something that hammers home the reality that there are entire periods of Dick’s life that are just complete blank spots for them and ANYTHING could have happened during those times with zero knowledge of it on their parts because of just how removed Dick had been from them.

Idk where I’m going with this totally but like....I think what I’m getting at is yknow how Jason’s issue with Bruce has never been really blaming him for his death but rather everything that came after, as he often points out he knew at least that Bruce was near and that Bruce would be TRYING to come for him, which he was, but that he just didn’t get to him in time and that’s on the Joker, not him? Like Bruce failed to save him but that’s not really Jason’s issue as he never actually doubted that Bruce was trying to do that.

But then I was thinking about those years between Dick being fired as Robin and before Tim became Robin and only then did Dick really start being a presence in Bruce’s life again (with this totally being more on Bruce than Dick as Dick had reached out on more than one occasion by then and either been rejected like in NTT #55 or even earlier when he and Jason met and teamed up, like, Bruce ended the issue watching them bond all creeper style and smiling and happy about it which is good yeah, but like...he still did jack shit with the opportunity to try and repair things with Dick or be like oh btw, I’m sorry for all the Fucking Up, can you come home for the weekend and maybe we can talk about it)...

But anyway, so I’m talking about these ‘gap years’ or whatever, and the fact that like.....there are so many occasions in that time period, and likely more than just happened on the page, where Dick almost died and was either saved by one of the Titans, his own skills or just blind luck. But if not for those things he would have died, and he at least would have done so with no belief whatsoever that Bruce might be coming to save him...because he knew for a fact that Bruce couldn’t possibly be coming because Bruce had no idea what he was doing or where he was at.

That despite the fact that Bruce only fired him because he was afraid of him getting hurt or killed....that never stopped Dick, and Bruce knew within a matter of weeks that he hadn’t done anything to change Dick’s mind or get him out of danger. The only thing he had accomplished was making it that much more likely that the next time Dick WAS inevitably in danger...Bruce would be the LAST person to be in any position to do anything about it or help him.

Like, just examination of the specific self-defeating nature of Bruce’s actions and inaction during that time period, and how nothing he did there actually accomplished anything other than make it so Bruce wouldn’t have to WITNESS Dick getting hurt. It never did a single thing to change the chances of him getting hurt. And he did get hurt! A lot! And the only thing Bruce’s choices did for Dick there was ensure Dick felt that Bruce wasn’t someone he could go to or turn to for help when he was in danger at that time, or when he needed comfort or somewhere safe and familiar to recover afterwards.

Like....just stuff that brings front and center for Bruce and any members of the family convinced of the illusion of Dick’s favored son status....just how many times during those years Dick almost died and was lost to the family both present and future....without any of them having a clue because nobody from Gotham was ever riding to Dick’s rescue in the nick of time and he never for a second assumed they might be. How many times Bruce’s alleged desire to keep Dick safe in reality was the very thing that almost cost him any chance of ever seeing Dick or reconciling with him again.

All because he didn’t know what was going on with him and with at that specific time the reason being just that Bruce made the conscious CHOICE not to know what was going on with him (and no, headcanons about how he was spying from a distance don’t count if it never resulted in him getting off his ass to show concern either during or after any kind of danger to Dick).

Like, just the idea of Bruce and others realizing just how damn LUCKY they are to have gotten the chance to have more time with Dick at all....because of the periods where it very much was not a given, and they’ve just been blissfully oblivious as to how close a call it often was, because they weren’t actually even LOOKING to check whether or not he was safe or how he was doing...let alone asking, or making it clear they were there or WOULD still be there, if he ever needed them....no matter what else had come between them.

(Yknow, kinda like how Dick still showed up attempting to be there for Bruce after Jason’s death, or how he kept showing up and trying to be there for Tim when Tim kept turning him away because he wasn’t showing up or being there in the specific ways he wanted Dick to be and thus it didn’t count, or how he showed up to rescue Jason after Jason had just spent the past few weeks antagonizing him as much as possible and literally framing him for murder, etc etc etc...but. I. Digress.)

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What's happening? Who is obtuse?

I was just annoyed by certain interpretations of Echo's actions and how a lot of people are just straight up rewriting canon. It just feels like people are going out of their way to claim one thing is the truth.

The issue for Echo is not the killing. Echo's journey is about her identity.

In season 5, Echo went right back into her spy identity for spacekru. All for her king, Bellamy. She was willing to do whatever it took to keep Bellamy safe/alive and protect spacekru. Even killing Clarke. Clarke gave Echo a place in the ship, she gave her the chance to survive and have a family. Echo even acknowledges that (somewhat) too im s5. But when push comes to shove, Echo was willing to kill Clarke for Bellamy (even though it would have distroyed Bellamy, it still kept him alive).

In season 6, we find out that Echo is struggling with her spy/master complex. She loves Bellamy, he is her family but she also knows that he is her master. She can speak for herself, she can make a case, she can make plans etc. But at the end of the day, whether she likes it or not, she follows Bellamy's orders. He is her king and she might not always be happy with his orders but she will obey them. We saw that plenty of times in season 6. She will surpress her own voice and morals for her master. That is the problem.

- Bellamy sends her away with Miller to work on their new settlement

- Bellamy holding Echo back when she wanted to jump up and help Octavia fight the CoG

- standing with Clarke instead of Echo in decision making stuff

- snapping at Echo for not being emotionally open

- not listening to Echo over his Octavia issues

- literally leaving Echo behind to fend for herself

- we find out about Ash/Echo. Literally the beginning of Echo's trauma and future spy/master complex

And Echo just lets this happen. We've always said Echo is dumber than a bag of rocks for being so blind to what is going on (at least, I have said this many times) and sure she might be oblivious in some cases but at the end of the day, she allows this because she has been raised to serve her master. Bellamy's needs before her own. Her people's needs before her own. Bellamy doesn't deliberately treat her badly. He's being a leader, ordering people around, making sure their people are safe, using their people's strengths whever they are needed etc. But Echo isn't his equal and that's why Bellamy gets frustrated with her and why Echo doesn't speak up about their relationship.

In season 7, Jason called Zach McGowan asking him to please fly to Vancouver for 7x01 because Jason needed him. This was confirmed by Zach (in Yana's interview with him) who said he got a call from Jason about this storyline. Jason didn't call Zach, pay him money and flew him to Vancouver for one episode just because he had some extra screentime laying around. There was a reason. Roan was the manifestation of Echo's fears. He was her last master. The last person she did everything for and she ended up losing her entire life for it. Her leader, her people, her clan. Until she found Bellamy and.......

Echo has now struggled with her identity ON SCEEEN since season 5. We actively see her struggle in season 6 and now in season 7, she is "finally" even calling herself out.

- who is she without someone to follow

- she "claims" she loves Bellamy

- what will happen to her without bellamy

- what is she without a mission

- where does she stand at the end of the day if she loses her purpose

- she betrayed Orlando, Hope and Gabriel

- she kills innocent people in front of her

And this is what annoys me. Everyone is going on about how Echo's actions in 7x05 only shows us how deeply in love she is with Bellamy, how he is her soulmate and love of her life and what everyone is just hating on Echo because of Bellarke.

And I just.... seriously, people. How, HOW, are you not being willfully obtuse here? I'm not an Echo fan, I certainly do not ship Becho. I understand and realize that Echo loves Bellamy and is loyal to him. I'm not questioning that and for sure a part of Echo might do what she does because she's in love with Bellamy. That's valid too. But that is also the problem. Finn killed for Clarke because he was in love with her. He made it Clarke's burden to bear. That she was somehow responsible for Finn's actions simply because he loved her. Bellamy is not asking Echo to kill for him and he certainly wouldn't expect it either but that is why this is an issue for Echo. She will still do it for Bellamy because she doesn't know anything else. And even this part is such a small issue for me.

This is about Echo's identity. Losing herself ENTIRELY for her master. Giving up her self, her being to serving her master. It is complex when she also has a romantic relationship with Bellamy but that's the least of her problems. Even if she wasn't with Bellamy, she would still do all of this for him because he is her master. Like she did for Roan. Who manifested himself to her in 7x01. How can everyone just make this about Echo's "undying soulmate love" for Bellamy when actually this shit is just so fucking sad for Echo as a person? Especially when Bellamy would never do the same for her. Echo has lost herself and is desperately clinging to her identity as a spy to her master because if she loses that, that WHO IS SHE? The question she asked herself (through Roan) in 7x01. A question she has been struggling with since season 5.

But sure, it's not about Echo's identity. She's just losing her mind, killing people for Bellamy because she's in love and "if Clarke did the same than we'd all say it's great". 🙄 I'm sorry but if Clarke and Bellamy became psycho killers, losing themselves in rage and aggression and pain, I wouldn't consider that a good thing. And that's what I think people are being willfully obtuse with Echo. Lets not see hee storyline, lets just make sure you act like Echo's actions are proof that Bellarke can't happen. As if Bellarke has anything to do with Echo's identity struggle.... 🙄

#the 100 #echo #the 100 season 7 #bellarke

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Survey #412

“there’s nothing i could ever write to help you understand this life / there’s so much beauty when your eyes lay lost in all the city lights”

Did you make any money today? Nope. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? Idk. Have you ever gone swimming in a river? Yes, but it wasn't in a fast-flowing area of it. Is there something you really want to buy at the moment? I mention Venus' terrarium enough, so besides that, I'd really like to buy a plane ticket to see Sara, as well as new glasses. Would you ever consider culinary school? No. What was the last souvenir someone got you? uhhhhhhhh Do you have a favorite remix of a song? BOI I couldn't begin. Has the power gone out recently? No. Do you like driving at night? NOOOOOOO. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Either a violin or piano. Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Nope. Have you ever snuck in to a theater/dance/bar etc? No. If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? Yeah! I'd love to go on a photography journey there. Are you afraid of standing on the edge of hills/skyscrapers/cliffs etc? Yeah, heights scare me and I have a serious case of "what if I jumped off?". I'm not suicidal or anything, but there's an actual term for that urge that is somewhat normal. I just can't remember what it is. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar etc)? Probably the clouded leopard. But I LOVE wild cats. I think lions are the most interesting. Do you have an absolute favorite name (boy or girl)? Alessandra, 120%. It is so beautiful-sounding, plus I love that you can use "Alessa" as a nickname. My Silent Hill obsession is quite thrilled by that, ha ha. Are you good at pronouncing foreign words? I'm decent with German. When listening to music, do you usually tap your foot etc to the beat? It's weird, I actually have a habit of swaying my leg back and forth. Not even to the beat, I just do it. Have you ever literally cried on a friend's shoulder? Yes. Would you ever consider being a DJ at a party if you were paid? No. Do strapless bras work for you? Look man my boobs are too big for those lmao. Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/were planning on it/etc? Many times. Guess who's not around anymore. Do you feel comfortable enough to wear short shorts? HELL no. Have a favorite actor/actress from Old Hollywood? (Marilyn Munroe, etc) Not really. What's your opinion on people who stretch their ears? You do you, boo. Do you think tattoos are expressive art or unattractive? A R T ! ! ! What is your school mascot? I'm not in school. Have you ever seen a bear in the wild? No. What's the book you're currently reading? Wings of Fire: Moon Rising. Can you recall the most disturbing movie you've ever seen? Paranormal Entity. Has anyone you know gotten mono? My older sister did when she was I think in high school. Have you ever picked an apple off the tree and eaten it? Yes, actually! It was one of the best apples I'd ever tasted. Can you say yes/no in different languages? In German, ja. (See what I did there lololol I'm clever.) Out of the traditional superheroes, which one is your favorite? Spider-Man. Ever peed in your pants after the age of 10? Maybe TMI, but a few years ago, I had a very strange episode of premature incontinence. It stopped, but it was very weird and embarrassing. Had any surgeries? What kind? I had tubes put in my ears as a two-year-old, and I wanna say at the end of 2016 is when I had my cyst removal surgery. Ever told your parents you hated them? My dad, yes. Very vehemently. I will always regret the letter I sent him. Do you let your pets on your furniture? Of course. This is their house, too. How do you feel about kettle cooked chips? Ew. How strong do you like your coffee? I don't like coffee, period. Would you rather see someone of the opposite sex naked or nicely dressed? Uhhhh I dunno. I guess it depends on the mood. Would you ever consider visiting Texas? I have friends there I'd love to meet, but I don't think so. Too hot. If you could make a movie, what would it be about? Some of the less-upsetting/disturbing RP stories I've taken part in writing. If you were kicked out of your current residence whom would you call? My dad. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? I mean I do, but I don't think now is the time. I need to set shit straight about myself first. Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus? Broccoli. Asparagus is repulsive. Was the last person you kissed attractive? She's gorgeous. Are you racist at all? Not at all. Do you read creepypasta? If not, you should. Nah. Have you ever vandalized? Nope. Would you ever scuba dive in shark-infested waters if you had the chance? Most likely not. And by the way, they do not "infest" waters. That's their home. I hate that phrase so much. Have you ever been drunk at work? No. Have you ever hit a parked car with your car? No. Have you ever slept on the floor with someone you like? Yes. I remember Jason and I made a palette on the living room floor at least one night. It was SO uncomfortable. I don't even remember why we did it. Which do you prefer: french toast, bagels, or cereal? French toast. *_* Do you prefer light or dark haired? I prefer colorful hair. Have you ever read any of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books? No. I remember we had at least one, though. Would you be prepared to do a job that you didn’t like, if it paid well? No. That would affect my depression so badly. Do you think age is needed for maturity? Absolutely not. Do you believe the future is predetermined? No. What the hell would even be the point if it was? Like you'd have no free will; you'd just be a character in a story a higher power wrote. What words are most comforting to you? "I love you," "I'm here for you," "you're strong enough to get through this," stuff like that. How important is money to you? I have a stressful relationship with money. I've never in my life had a stable income because the three jobs I've had were so incredibly short-lived, so the money I DO get, I cherish the shit outta it.. I make sure I REALLY want something, and I mean it modestly, but I'm also honestly pretty selfless with money, too. I'm very willing to leave considerable tips, I don't mind buying pricey gifts for people if I think they would really, really like it, stuff like that. Going my whole life being poor, I just understand the situation so well and want to help people where I can. Is there anything you want to last forever? Love. By that I mean I hope even beyond death, the relationships we built in life stretch into what afterlife there may be. List three of your passions: Animals and their conservation, LGBTQ+ rights, and the pro-choice movement. How old do you want to live to? As old as I can before the point of being totally dependent on others to do things like clean me and stuff. I do NOT want to be get to the point of essentially being a rotting corpse. What kind of love do you value the most? Romantic, honestly. There's just something so special about it. If you could control one element, what would it be? Water I suppose, because it would be the most helpful. Do you prefer foxes or wolves? Man, that's hard, but I guess foxes. Could you ever deliver a baby? I don't think I could. I handle stomach pain VERY poorly, and I know I would screech loud enough to crack the damn sky before it would be time to perform the epidural. Do you think suits are sexy? Yeah. Ever been called babe? Yeah. How old is your youngest sibling? She's 23. Who in your phone has a heart after their name? Sara. Favorite boy’s name? Probably Severin. Are your parents together, separated, divorced, never married, what? Divorced. Do you go online every day? Yep. What is the best quality in the last guy you kissed? The last guy I kissed, maybe his loyalty. He has ALWAYS been there for me. He's also funny as hell. What do you usually do during a kiss? Depends on how passionate it is? Do you have an older brother? I do. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Sell those bad boys. What’s the genre of the current song you’re listening to? Pop. Can you believe it?? Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? ABSOLUTELY not. I could write an actual essay on why meerkats should NOT be kept as pets. Would you ever sell your soul? Noooo thanks.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''city lights'' by motionless in white

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bloody-oath · 4 years

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What would go down at a slasher slumber party (slashers of your choosing, though selfishly hope you'll include Bubba, of course)? I'm thinkin' either a collage-age frat party, or else a childhood or awkward adolescent sleepover at somebody's house, lol. ^_^

I’ll do all three types! It would be a sin to leave Bubba out… When in doubt though, stick to the main four!

**Mild self-harm and animal abuse mentions (Stage 2: Freddy – 3, Stage 3: Jason – 3)**

Stage 1: Childhood Slumber Party

Jason Voorhees

⋆ Has been at the party for 0.5 seconds and already misses his mother. If he can speak, he accidentally calls the host’s parent ‘mum.’ Didn’t even notice it until Freddy felt it was his duty to almost piss his pants laughing over it and made sure everyone else in the room heard it too.

⋆ Enjoys playing with Bubba the most. Shares his snacks with the Texan boy and makes an E for effort macaroni-and-string best friends bracelet. He was somewhat disappointed when Bubba ate his friendship offering though. Demotes his companion to ‘very good friend’ status.

⋆ Brought teddy along but only takes him out when the lights are turned off at bedtime, so no one notices. Sleeps soundly, but he’s devasted when he wakes up to find his pal’s fur shredded. Doesn’t hesitate to wail on a suddenly disturbed, half-awake, arms-flailing Frederick, all the while Michael pretends to rest with the tiniest visibility of a smirk present and a stolen vegetable knife under his pillow.

Michael Myers

⋆ Possesses the biggest urge to peek into the rooms he’s not allowed into, such as the off-bounds adult bedroom. Will randomly disappear during mid-playtime and sneak in anyway though. Doesn’t steal anything, just removes family photos from frames and rips them in half.

⋆ Likes to play dress up. Doesn’t pretend to be a character or act differently. Simply enjoys disguising his identity. Will stay in the costume until it’s time to go home. Might go home with it too though. Chooses not to interact with the others much. Silently judges them. Thinks Freddy is a bit of a twat.

⋆ Pays close attention when the twat starts sharing ghost stories though. Loves them, not frightened. Plans to scare everyone when it’s time for bed. Does so and makes a scared shitless Bubba cry. Didn’t expect such an exaggerated consequence but enjoys seeing him suffer. Has good dreams that night.

Freddy Krueger

⋆ He didn’t bring a toy to the party, but like hell he’ll be leaving without one. Keeps an eye out for anything good enough to permanently borrow. Stuffs his pockets with sweets to take home since junk food is forbidden at his house.

⋆ Cheats at every game he participates in. Asks everyone to tell him a secret about themselves but no one trusts him. Experiences a serious sugar high and becomes wildly fidgety. Challenges Bubba to a wrestling match and begins to lose until he plays dirty and bites his opponent. Whines when he gets sat on for his dismal sportsmanship.

⋆ Was outside and somehow managed to catch a rat with his bare hands. Breaks the critter’s neck and brings the dead rodent inside to show his buddies what he accomplished. Everyone reacts badly, except Michael who nonchalantly claps, impressed.

Bubba Sawyer

⋆ Takes him a while to feel comfortable around the others. Has a particular liking for Jason and asks the quiet boy if he’d like to play Tick-Tack-Tooth. Isn’t sure about Michael and watches him from a distance. Has already had enough of Freddy and covertly hopes he has a hazardous mishap and needs to be sent home.

⋆ Relishes having a break from his annoying brothers. Gains a huge stomach-ache from wolfing down on too many lollies. Spends the next hour groaning on his back with much regret. Pouts at the menace for suggesting the others should tie him up and suspend him in the air as a makeshift piñata. Goes back to munching on confectionary as soon as he begins to feel better. Might learn his lesson after the fourth time.

⋆ Excels in the arts and crafts fun. Creates masks for everyone to wear. Can’t wait to show his family what he’s made all by himself. Especially adores using the face paint. Clumsily knocks over a pot of dye and damages the carpet. Freaks the fuck out because he knows what happens if he ruins anything at home. Squints, trembles and braces himself for the belting. Everyone else just stares.

Stage 2: Awkward Adolescent Sleepover

Jason Voorhees

⋆ Still misses his mother and feels even less confident to socialise. Was the tallest as a kid and still is. Feels marginally proud to retain that achievement. Didn’t want to run into Freddy again but he’s glad he can at least hang out with Bubba. Wondered who was behind the white mask and later realised it was ‘that kid’ he knew from childhood. Forgot Michael’s name.

⋆ Brought some homemade cookies he and Pamela baked together and could honestly smack a shrimp bitch when Freddy disposes of them in the bin. Coolly composes himself. Kind of wants to exhibit his amateur muscles and use his superior strength on the asshole though. Shows Bubba he’s been building up and behaves timidly when his old chum praises him for his efforts.

⋆ Glad no one tried to sneak in any intoxicating beverages or street medicine. Wonders if he’s being too optimistic but genuinely sees his allies having bright futures. Moderately worried about that Michael boy though. Spends the rest of the evening following everyone else’s lead. Got a headache after listening to Freddy talk so much shit and can’t sleep with Bubba snoring like a freight train.

Michael Myers

⋆ Hates being dragged along to another wretched sleepover. Noticed Freddy grew about an inch taller. Throws shade the entire time. Tries to escape the premises but changes his mind when he hears a scary movie being played in the video player. Thoroughly enjoys watching the violent scenes and mentally takes a few notes.

⋆ Teaches the squad how to make a rope noose. Encourages everyone to put it around their necks to make sure they fit. Isn’t being suspicious at all. Brought his knife collection to the gathering and flaunts his favourite daggers. Points out which blades he’s specifically going to use to slaughter each one of them. No one takes him seriously.

⋆ Figures this reunion really does suck and makes a second attempt to leg it out. Couldn’t care less about catching up, hearing how their dreary lives have been or chatting about gross women. Literally gives everyone the middle finger salute and departs. Raids a fast food joint on his way home.

Freddy Krueger

⋆ Wants to compare dick sizes with everyone else. Feels humiliated and provoked when he finds out he has the shortest penis. Swears he’ll be the first to lose his virginity though. Goes into great detail about what his sexual desires are and the porn videos he’s seen that influenced the said fetishes.

⋆ His voice begins to break halfway through telling a joke and he goes from talking nonstop to suddenly being speechless. Wonders if tonight is going to get any worse. Exits the room to practice hiding the squeak when he speaks and re-joins the gang with an abnormal, obviously fake Elvis Presley tone.

⋆ Expresses how he has the urge to hurt himself and others, including the innocent. Says the cravings are becoming harder to resist to older he gets. Adds he’s been experiencing powerful fits of anger and battles to control it. No one acts surprised. Casually changes the subject to masturbation.

Bubba Sawyer

⋆ Found a vintage glamour magazine from Grandpa’s hidden stash and brings the subtly raunchy publication to the sleepover to share with the boys. Becomes aroused a little too easy just by examining the front cover and desperately tries to hide his first-ever erection. Confused and scared.

⋆ Gives a sigh of relief when he goes back to being flaccid. Apprehensively thinks of an excuse to say regarding why he took so long in the bathroom when he reappears in the group. Doesn’t have to use it because no one noticed he even left. Avoids partaking in any lewd discussions or naughty centrefold viewing. Fearful of that accident happening again.

⋆ Doesn’t waver to show off his newly grown body hair though. High-key delighted by his pelt. Compares his super hairy arms to Freddy’s non-existent fuzz and breaks into a chuckling fit. Feels a bit hurt when the shorty points out he’s only getting fatter and uglier though. Never deemed himself to have self-confidence issues until now. Appreciated Jason and Michael playing keepings-off with the bully’s stupid hat.

Stage 3: College Frat Party

Jason Voorhees

⋆ Avoids consuming any alcohol because he knows better. Also denies any offered drugs. Straight up shoved a hoe to the ground when they sloppily asked if he wanted to have some dirty fun. Hates how the party has started but tries to enjoy himself. Ends up hanging out with the stray cat who sometimes chills out on the fire escape.

⋆ Acts as a caretaker and monitors his highly intoxicated buddies. Openly judges them. Tries to have his own little celebration by eating the leftover pizza in the fridge and watching prime time infomercials on the telly. Began to loosen up until Freddy willingly broke the flatscreen and went on to say he can provide better entertainment. Not amused in the slightest by witnessing his frenemy lighting his farts on fire.

⋆ Needs an aspirin and exits the room to get some fresh air and visits his feline acquaintance again. Incredibly disturbed when he finds a hammered Bubba trying to stretch the cat’s skinned face over his own. Feels betrayed and just wants this night to end. Wonders what it would be like to taste alcohol though and pours a single drop of it onto his tongue. Immediately spits it out. Knows this wouldn’t have happened if his mother was here. Acts mopey and continues to miss her.

Michael Myers

⋆ Has no interest in alcohol consumption but doesn’t hesitate to inject heroin in his veins from a used needle he found discarded on the ground. Arrives at the festive dormitory and busts down the door. Extremely hyped and aggravated. Uses said broken wood to go surfing down the emergency exit spiral stairwell. Severely wipes out towards the end of the ride.

⋆ Wants to fight everyone he sees and proceeds to do so. Finally appears back at the party with bloodied fists and two syringes poking out of his arms. Becomes confronted by a worried, sober Jason and gets his ass served to a beanbag for calming down purposes. Thought the pouf looked at him funny and foam pellets go flying.

⋆ Passes out in a bathtub full of vomit, not of his own, and wakes up hours later naked on the roof with now seven needles inserted. Can’t decide if he’s still alive or dead. Spends the rest of the night presuming he’s an invisible ghost. Trolls immensely.

Freddy Krueger

⋆ Wants to play beer pong and won’t stop talking about beer pong until at least one person plays beer pong with him. No one does though, so he faces the table against the wall and verses himself. Gets totally wasted and needs to repetitively inform everyone just how drunk he is.

⋆ Fails to hook up with someone and pursues to suck his own cock. Thinks he does a better job at it anyway. Proposes free pony rides to all the chicks attending the party but results in scaring them further away. Bubba excitedly raises his hand though and frantically searches the dorm for his cowboy hat. Speedily withdraws the offer and explains there isn’t a horse involved. Back to drinking.

⋆ Makes the mistake of walking past a body-length mirror and gets a horrifying glimpse of his reflection. Too wasted to realise that’s how he always looks like and starts to freak out. Yells why no one thought to take him to the hospital because maybe the doctors could have saved him. Just sits ugly-crying in front of the mirror with one hand on the glass and a can of beer in the other. Suddenly perks up when someone asks for volunteers to help steal the opposing frat house’s pet pig though.

Bubba Sawyer

⋆ Overwhelmed. Only has a sip of alcohol, then chugs the rest of the bottle dry. Was going to pace himself but ends up driving the porcelain bus an hour into the party. Wants to laugh, cry, shit, spew, scream and dance all at the same time. Succeeds.

⋆ Can’t get enough of the booze but stays clear of the flying pink elephant inducing pills. By far the most trashed and happiest person in the room. Turns the stereo up to its maximum volume and blabbers about how every song it plays is his favourite song. Very footloose. Starts a conga line and happens to be both at the beginning and end of it because no one else joined in.

⋆ Removes his sweaty shirt and uses it to do the helicopter. Hurls it onto a poor, unexpecting person’s head. Pours bottles of liquor over his bare torso and warily squeals when he feels the fluid seep down his pants, into his crack. Goes on to remove the rest of his clothing and embarks streaking through the sprinklers on the front lawn of the college. Has multiple school officers chasing after him.

#slashers #jason voorhees #michael myers #bubba sawyer #freddy krueger #slasher fandom #slasher fanfic #slasher requests #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #horror #shitpost

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iphoenixrising · 5 years

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For 800 Followers! The Wrong Robin

Babe recc’ed me a fic, Liminal Space by Calamityjim and a few profound things hit me in this fic. The author talks about how basically when shit gets broken, it’s broke. The Bats fucked Tim over and it’s not just a forgive-and-forget situation. It’s literally a darker world he’s living in and my fucking heart goes out to him. I write some angsty things about Tim not coming back to the Bats, but I do a few that really aren’t that, so this is inspired by the Tim that can’t go back.

So, for everyone that’s only wanted to do good things but still gets beaten down over and over again. I love you. I love you so so much.

Getting pissed really isn’t an option.

Because vigilantes arguing in the middle of a rooftop after an epic takedown is never good PR for the capes and cowls–

(but it isn’t like he’s really one of them anymore, right?)

“Can’t motherfuckin’ believe I’m hearin’ this shit, Pretender.” The Red Hood is standing tall against the night with forearms and fists clenched by his sides, fucking arguing with him like any of it means a damn thing.

“Am I in the Twilight Zone right now or some shit?” Red Robin comes back, sneering and baring his teeth in the semblance of a smile. “Who the fuck even are you?”

“Lookit here, asshole–”

But Red just moves, gets right up in Hood’s grill, whiteouts narrowed in the night, standing right the hell up to the Robin that once-upon-a-time was his (and welp, hadn’t that ship sailed?)

“Why are you even here?” He demands, low and dark, “wasn’t it enough to shove a Batarang in my chest? To almost slit my throat? Wasn’t that the fuck enough for you? And then this shit? You here telling me some pile of crap about how I should come back? Come back to what?”

Hood takes a step back, the tension in his shoulders and forearms loosening, “whoa, waitaminute, just wait–”

“You called me fucking Pretender, didn’t you?” Is even lower, the younger vigilante still as stone, “because that’s what I am, right? No matter what my intentions were, no matter how much of a beating I took all those years. None of that shit means a fucking thing, does it?”

“Look, kid, I don’t know what the hell yer goin’ on ‘bout. B just asked–”

“What? He asked you to tell me to get the fuck out of Gotham? Like I really need anyone to tell me that? Like I don’t already fucking know?”

Now it’s the Red Hood that stills, not even a huff or guffaw through the synths, just the tiniest movement of the helmet moving to track when Red Robin takes a step back.

“Go back and tell B to stop wasting your fucking time, Hood. He’s already got all his Robins.”

And Red knows he’s taking a real risk here, turning away from the vigilante that’s tried taking him out of the game more than once, one that hadn’t had a fucking moment of hesitation. He knows giving his back to Jason Todd could be the last mistake he ever makes.

Still, he’s not the same person he was back when the Battle for the Cowl was going down. He’s not the same person Jason Todd asked to be his Robin. He’s not the same person that died a little the day the tunic was taken right out of his hands.

He’s more pragmatic, less idealistic. He’s a vigilante that’s hit the grey areas and been able to come back–

(and fuck you, Bruce. Fuck you for coming after him when that little thing with Boomerang went down. When he didn’t let that murdering bastard die. When Red realized who he was, and that was not a murderer, when he wasn’t going to be like Boomerang or his future gun-toting Batman self. Fuck YOU, B. Jason got a second chance. Damian got a second chance. But him? Well, he’s the fucking Robin that was never chosen, so jumping all over him was pretty much fine.)

He’s pretty sure the fight between him and the Red Hood would go down very differently if he’d been that broken the last time they had it out. Hood never would have asked for Red to be another Batman’s Robin. He would have gotten the fuck you memo first thing.

But really, what does any of that matter now?

They’ve reached the end of his little Robin ride, so it’s time to cut his losses and move on – just like all of them pretty much wanted.

So he’s going to do just that. He’s going to stand with his team, take every lesson he’s ever learned from the Bats, and keep fucking moving. It’s what he’s been doing for a little more than a year, makes it easy to turn away from Hood, makes him narrow his eyes when a gloved hand catches his elbow unexpectedly just as he’s ready to shoot the grapple and take off into the night. Red Robin finds himself gone far enough from who and what he used to be that he’s already got a plan to put Jason Todd the fuck down this time.

(You’re not getting another chance to fuck me over, Todd. Not again.)

“Hey,” is low through the synths, the hand around his elbow not tight enough to be a hold, not really. “Lemme start again, yeah?”

“There’s no point in starting anything,” Red Robin doesn’t even turn to look over his shoulder, to acknowledge Hood, “everything has been over for a long damn time. Go back and tell them that.”

The grapple fires in the night, a bang, cuts off a “–wait a motherfucking minute!” when he’s pulled into space, pulled out in the dark Gotham night. A flicker of gold from the harness and utility belt, a dance of shadows in the shape of a flapping cape, and the younger vigilante is gone in a literal blink.

Hood shakes his head a little, thrown from the way his replacement brushed him completely off, sprouted old rhetoric from the days when the second Robin was one angry motherfucker.

And as much as he shouldn’t give two shits about the ig’nant fuck, the sight of that kid’s face when he was in the red, gold, and green, that face when he was clutching at his throat, bleedin’ like a stuck pig, looking so fucking devastated, is there in the Red Hood’s mind’s eye when he fires his own grapple and takes off in the opposite direction.

Dickie don’t make it any better. Not at all.

“He didn’t want to hear it, B,” the oldest Robin shakes his head sadly, “and maybe we should just let him go. He’s got his own team and a new ident. Maybe he’s just happier where he is.”

Stephanie Brown straightens up, mouth set in a grim line. But at the end of the day, she has nothing to argue, really. Her choices back then had been...questionable, even with the best of intentions. Scarab and faking her own death, piling more on a newly orphaned Robin hadn’t been the answer, hadn’t been the way to test his limits to see what would finally make him break.

It’s a few years too late for these realizations, and even when she wants to shove her face right up in Dick Grayson’s grill and argue–

She can’t.

And fuck, she hates it.

Behind them, Jason Todd is sitting at his workstation, back to the conversation after giving them a clipped, condensed version of events. At first, the two of them were talking low at the Batcomputer after a somewhat easy patrol.

She, Dick, and Dami had come in and started breaking out of the capes for the night before catching some of the conversation –

“Lil’ asshole didn’t stay long ‘nough ta listen, you feel me, B?”

“He wouldn’t even hear you out?”

Between getting out of the body armor and taking a shower, unwinding wrists and ankles, ruffling their Robin as much as possible just to have him “tt” at her and still grin when he turns away from her teasing, she’d come to stand on the outskirts with Dick, waiting to give her nightly report before crashing hardcore.

“Said ya already had all yer Robins. Also said ta tell ya ta stop wasting yer time n’ shit.”

The Dark Knight is silent, cowl back to air out his sweaty hair, arms crossed over his chest. The draw of his brows and deep frown are telling as to what he thinks of this little convo.

She’d been ready to ask who are you talking about? since all the previous Robins were, in fact, more at the Manor these days than even Alfred can remember. It’s rough and tumble sometimes, all of them grating on each other, but it really was what Batman Incorporated probably should have always been.

At least for the Batfamily.

But when she pauses, when the words get stuck in her throat, his masked face from way back when gives her pause, is still associated with old pains and regrets, and Steph has to take a long, deep breath.

That’s when Dick, who’d apparently also put the topic of conversation together, had stepped in to break the news to them.

“Maybe he’s just...moved on.”

She grinds her back teeth together, and can’t say a fucking thing.

“Tt,” is about as unconvincing as you can get. Certainly Drake will realize it.

“I asked what you wanted,” Red Robin reminds him, not bothering to look up from the microscope he’s studying.

“As I said,” Robin repeats, “Father has requested you return to Gotham. As I understand there is some yearly tradition he wishes to reinstate.”

“And as I said,” is unruffled, absent; the older vigilante obviously distracted as he jots down notes on a steno pad beside the microscope, “enjoy that. Don’t come back unless you need something important.”

Irritation wells up, but the teenager closes his eyes behind the whiteouts and takes a soft breath, trying to quell the emotion, reminding himself that Drake may be annoying and arrogant, but he was also once a Robin. He has had a few redeeming instances in his crime fighting career.

“This is important to Father, Drake,” Robin replies in an even tone, “he wants all the Bats to participate. Thus this applies to you.”

His predecessor’s muscles go tight in just the under suit, straightens away from the delicate equipment at one of the labs in Titan’s Tower, but still, he doesn’t bother to turn and face the current Robin head-on.

After a few seconds of silence, Red Robin goes back to the microscope. “C’mon, stop fucking around. Go back and tell him I said I was busy for, like, the next ten years or something.”

“That would be inaccurate.”

“Well, tell him I just said no.” Shrug of the shoulders, back to divided attention, and it is quickly starting to get more than just irritating.

“If I am to tell him that, Drake, then he will ask why.”

“Tell him I’m not his responsibility anymore. I mean, wouldn’t it be awkward if I did show up? Nobody needs that, and I have plenty to do here.”

Robin’s crossed arms loosen just a little, his back less rigid, the discussion in the Cave a few days ago still sitting in the back of his mind, making him wonder.

“Very well,” he makes it falsely light on purpose, “and when I return to Gotham with your answer, he will be the one to show up next. Unless you want to deal with that, you will need to provide better reasonings.” And a huff because he has no idea why he’s even still here, “Drake. They are a pain in the ass. This is not news to you. However,” and the pause, how he trails off is the things that finally gets the older vigilante to glance over his shoulder, “they are family. They are your family and mine. It is...troublesome at times, but they are what they are.”

Whatever he said is enough to make the older vigilante stop what he’s doing and lightly brace just his fingertips on the countertop as he stands.

Drake turns and approaches slowly, whiteouts up and face utterly impassive. A few feet between them and his predecessor breaks it out, calm and low when Robin feels like this visage is only another type of mask.

“Family? You think I’m family? That I ever was in the first place?”

Robin’s arms tighten.

“I didn’t want to be Robin forever,” Drake keeps going and Robin can imagine his eyes are cold and calm behind the domino, “I gave it ten years or so. That should have been plenty of time for B to get over Jason’s death. At least enough that he would get control over himself back. But the longer I was in the tunic, the more people that died around me, the more I had to change so I didn’t end up doing the same thing he did. There wasn’t another kid to hang around and keep me from destroying myself, so I had to keep my shit together.”

Robin’s mouth is slightly open, wondering why all this is coming out now? He and Drake have always been little more than rivals. This heartfelt account makes Robin uncomfortable for several reasons–

Primarily because he’s never been interested in his predecessor’s time in the tunic. It had simply never mattered, not when he took over the Robin mantle and strove to make it his rather than Drake’s.

“But when he disappeared, and everything that happened afterwards. All of that made me realize that no matter what I did, or what I tried to do, it was never supposed to have been me in that tunic.” A gloved finger flicks to the R on Robin’s left shoulder. “I wasn’t family, Damian. Not from the moment I put it on for the first time, and not at the end when Dick pulled it out from under me. Family? Family wouldn’t do that.”

And even if it’s difficult, Robin tries to swallow, his mouth suddenly dry.

“The last time I even talked to your dad? Was when the Boomerang thing happened, you know that, right?” And Red Robin goes still enough that Robin wonders if he’s even breathing. “No one died, and even though I didn’t let that happen, I’m the one that didn’t get a second chance. Not like you or Jason. All those years, all the times I pulled him out of the fire, all those years I thought he was my friend, my partner, my family. All of it meant nothing in the end.”

And Drake takes one step closer, just one, arms still crossed over his chest, head tilted down, but Robin feels like his chest is so tight, like he can’t even get a breath.

“So,” and Drake’s voice is softer now, gentle almost, “he won’t be showing up. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it’s probably time for you to go back to Gotham. Batman...needs a Robin.”

And if his vision blurs behind the whiteouts suspiciously as Drake walks away from him, through the open doors of the lab, no one would be the wiser.

#angst #hurt/no comfort #dc comics #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #dick grayson #damian wayne #my fic #my drabbles #800 followers

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Even As We Know It

an: I've been trying to write this for two months but I kept getting stuck on different parts and I've changed the ending at least twice. I also had to cut out a few jokes that weren't as funny the second time I looked over them. Also I'm working on a part 2 of Summoning if anyone's interested.

For someone who was be precognitive, the apocalypse really hit you out of nowhere. Apparently your abilities thought it was more important to warm you about the guy with the nice ass doing sweet flips than it was to warn you about the undead cannibals.

warnings: language, guns, zombies, non graphic mentions of death and gore

words: 1,533

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Seeing the future wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Overall it was pretty useless, really. Just because you knew that something was gonna happen didn't mean that you could do anything, let alone that anyone would believe you. That meant that the precognitive dreams were pretty much useless.

There was also the whole see someone's future with a touch but it felt really invasive and also just made you sad most of the time, which was why you opted to wear long sleeves that covered your hands no matter the weather. It had, however, led to a fairly lucrative career as a fortune teller. You could also get a pretty good read with a deck of tarot cards but that's besides the point. The crystal ball was pretty much bullshit, though - at least for your abilities.

Anyway, your abilities were pretty much useless. Which is how you ended up in the situation that you were in now.

You had moved to Blüdhaven about a year ago hoping to get mugged less. It got old fast when every time a thug grabbed you you got to see them get the beat down from Batman. Which you of course then got to witness in person soon after. Although sometimes it was Robin or even the Red Hood (you were really glad when he started using rubber bullets and you didn't have to see someone get shot in the head twice anymore and then complain about it to him). It didn't take you long to learn that Blüdhaven wasn't actually that much better than Gotham but at least you didn't get mugged during the day anymore. Plus Blüdhaven had Nightwing who was definitely more charming than any of the other Bats you'd had the chance to meet (which was all of them but Robin but you were pretty sure that that was for the best if what Jason had told you was anything to go by). Overall, it was at least somewhat of an improvement.

Or at least it had been until the zombies showed up.

You're not exactly sure what caused the zombies apocalypse (this time - you'd been there for the Gotham zombie apocalypse(s) as well and had been hoping to avoid another one) but you're pretty ready to kill who or whatever is responsible. You had been trying to mail a letter to your grandmother (who still lived in Gotham and hadn't quite gotten the hang of emails or texting yet) when the screaming started. You had lived in the most dangerous city in the world long enough to know that screaming meant that it was time to get the hell out of Dodge as soon as physically possible. Which is exactly what you did. Or at least tried to do.

You had only made it a few blocks when you were attacked by one of the undead. You had taken a few self defense classes at your college (Jason and Roy had tried to teach you some stuff as well but they were absolute shit teachers) but they didn't really cover zombies so you can't really be blamed for the fact that you weren't exactly winning this fight.

That's when the guy from your dreams showed up. Literally. He had been in your dreams every night for the past couple weeks, doing sweet flips and having a nice ass. You kind of wished you'd gotten a heads up about the whole end of the world (or probably not actually - apocalypses tended not to stick when you had superheroes) instead of the attractive guy you were now watching pistol whip a zombie with an airsoft gun. What the fuck.

When the guy turned to you, probably to ask if you were alright, you couldn't help but blurt out, "Why an airsoft gun? Wouldn't a real gun be more useful?"

"I'm from Gotham," he shrugged, as if that was all the answer you needed and honestly it was good enough for you right now. He then smiled, looking unfairly attractive given the circumstances, before offering his hand for you to shake, "Detective Dick Grayson, this place is looking pretty dead, huh?"

You groaned as you reached to shake his hand without thinking. A series of visions exploded in front of your eyes, too quick for you to properly discern what was happening. You saw Dick and Bruce Wayne and Nightwing and Batman and a familiar idiot in a dumb red helmet (suddenly the airsoft gun made sense). When you blinked you saw Dick Grayson staring worriedly at you and suddenly everything clicked into place. You withdrew your shaking hand from his and tried to force a casual grin across your face, "So, officer, you always carry an airsoft gun or is this just a special occasion?"

Dick glanced at the gun and chuckled, "It was a gag gift from my brother but it's surprisingly useful when the city becomes overrun by zombies. By the way, you are surprisingly calm about the whole zombie thing."

"I'm from Gotham, too," You explained with a casual shrug, "I was there when Scarecrow zombified the city. And the time the Joker zombified the city. And the time Ivy used plant mind control. And the time-"

"Okay, I get the idea," Dick sighed, holding his hands up in surrender, "We Gothamites aren't fazed by much these days."

You grinned before a nearby groan reminded you of the situation that you were currently in and you quickly sobered up, "Do you know of anywhere safe we can go? If not I think I know a place."

"Sorry but I won't be able to stay with you, I have to help protect the city," Dick frowned, "But I can escort you to safety if you'd like?"

You agreed, beginning the trek back to your shop, the way thankfully abandoned except for a few undead stragglers. It took you about fifteen minutes to get there, the two of you easily filling the time with talk of living in Gotham and how you like Blüdhaven so far.

As you got closer to the shop, you began to dread having to say goodbye to the handsome officer that you had just met. That thought was pushed aside, however, when you caught a glimpse of a familiar redhead through the shop windows. You sped up your pace, know that the idiot was prone to breaking your things and not wanting a repeat of the last time he had come to visit your place of work (he still owed you several hundred dollars).

"Damnit Roy," You called to the man as you roughly yanked the door open, ignoring the way that Dick's eyebrows raised as he entered behind you, "You better not have touched anything!"

Roy jumped, dropping the deck of tarot cards across the floor and turning to you with his hands in the air, "I didn't break anything! Please don't call the cops."

"Fine," You sighed, bending down to pick up the cards, smirking slightly as Roy fumbled to help you. You were reminded of Dick's presence when he bent to help the two of you as well, "Roy, you know Dick, right? Jason's brother?"

Roy scoffed at your question, causing you to reflexively roll your eyes, "Of course I know him. I've known him longer than Jason has."

"You know Jason?" Dick asked, seeming slightly concerned.

"Unfortunately," You muttered as the two men handed you their cards and you began to absent mindedly shuffle them, "Since meeting Jason and Roy my life has been nothing but suffering. I haven't known peace since they almost got me killed by what I'm pretty sure was a ghost dog and then abandoned me and left Batman to save me... but that's a story for another time."

Roy shifted, looking slightly sheepish, "To be fair, it's not our fault that it seemed to like you so much."

"You definitely have to tell me about that story later", Dick said with a grin that only widened when Roy groaned, "But I really need to get going and help get this mess taken care of."

Before he could leave you quickly grabbed one of your business cards off the table and handed it to him, pausing only a short moment as you processed the flood of images flashing before your eyes, "The second number is my personal. Call me later and I'll tell you the full story of how I met the two bastards."

Dick smiled and made sure to tuck the card safely in the inner pocket of his jacket before hurrying out and into the chaotic streets of the city.

"I can't believe I just watched you flirt with Dick Grayson in front of my own two eyes," Roy complained, "You know he's had like fifty girlfriends, right?"

"That's fine. I only saw one girlfriend in his future," You told him with a wink and a cheeky grin.

"Wait-"

"By the way, didn't you know that Bruce Wayne is Batman?" You asked, oddly casual about knowing the answer to Gotham's biggest mystery as you began making your way up to your apartment above the shop with your companion following after.

Roy tripped up the stairs.

#batman #nightwing #gotham #bludhaven #jason todd #roy harper #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you

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Templarhalo reviews Birds of Prey. (It’s pretty fantabulous)

HERE BE SPOILERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Ok without this movie, I would have not been a Cassandra Cain fan. I would have not four, yes four ongoing fics with her as the main character. I would not be emotionally and financially invested in the DC cinematic universe or the comics side of things.

Which baffles me because this movie is perfect in almost every aspect,... Except how they treated Cassandra Cain. Which is a fucking shame because her actress is perfect, her chemistry and relationship with Harley is perfect, and the idea of Cass growing up as this pickpocket foster kid, taken in by Harley is unconventional, but I fucking love it.

Here’s a brief summary. After breaking up with the Joker Harley Quinn has to make her own way as the strong, badass, indepent woman we all know she is, while dealing with the fact that without Mistah J’s fell reputation as his significant other to shield her, a lot of people want her raped, tortured, killed and left for the crows… Not necessarily in that order.

To get these people off her back and save her own skin, from one of them, the infamous Black Mask. Harley agrees to recover the Bertinelli Diamond, a diamond encoded with the info for a source of 30 million dollars, Black Mask needs to fiance his take over of Gotham. Which was pickpocketed from one of his associates by our Lady and savior Cass.

The problem is, Cass kind of ate it( (I shit you not) and Black Mask’s guys would rather cut it out of her than wait for the poor kid to take a dump Not to mention Detective tReene Montoya (played by her Gotham Actress, which would have been a nice bit of world building if Gotham was actually in the movie continuity) building a case against Black Mask, with the aid of Black Canary Plus Huntress is indirectly gunning for him and Harley in her own quest for revenge. All these plot points converge into a very satisfying climax and fight scene with a somewhat emotionally satisfying ending.

From a technical standpoint this film is a spectacle. Gotham in the day is colorful but rundown, with markets, suave evil bad guy clubs, dilapidated Chinese restaurants and abandoned amusement parks. The fight scenes are AMAZING with a wonderful tension and energy that makes them incredibly visualising satisfying. Everything flows, the ladies move with an enthralling grace that makes them breaking bones, crushing legs,and tearing through people visceral and heartstopping. (And arousing. Like goddamn Jurnee Smollett-Bell could kill me with her legs and I’d thank her)

The problem, is none of this applies to Cass, and this is the films major flaw besides how short it is. (One hour and forty five minutes). If you had problems with how Harley was handled in Suicide Squad, the movie fixes it. Black Canary gets a short but satisfying emotional arc that feels natural. She goes from a cynical, lethargic woman, content to be Black Masks “Little Bird”; A singer at his club, driver and symbol of his power/dominance over other women until her own conscience kicks in at Harley and Cass’ predicament. Huntress also has a short but satisfying arc in which she gets her vengeance on the people who murdered her family and clearly finds a new one to fill the hole in her life, in the form of the Birds. Reene and her portrayal is a love letter to the 80s cop/hard boiled detectives, a pure, simultaneously complicated/uncomplicated woman seeking to do good for Gotham.

But Cass… Doesn’t feel like Cass and is criminally underutilized except as a walking mcguffin by dint of eating the Mcguffin. She’s introduced to us a snarky tween, stuck in a cycle of shitty foster homes and a pickpocket to get by. And that’s it. T

here are moments where you think she'll get a cool fight scene. Moments where you think she’ll have an emotional heart to heart with Harley, moments where you think…she’ll do something besides run from the bad guys and get saved by the Birds of Prey/Her four moms.

In the end she drives into the sunset with Harley and Bruce the Hyena, but it doesn’t feel earned, satisfying as the scene is. There is nothing implying or hinting she’s the daughter of two of the deadliest assassins in the DC universe, nothing about her running away from David Cain, nothing on her learning disabilities/selective mutism and NOTHING, setting her up to be adopted by Batman and become Batgirl

And this is a fucking shame, because Ella Jay Basco has a real chemistry with Margert and the rest of the cast. She’s adorable, funny, snarky and wonderful as Cass. She brings energy and spunk and I would cut off my left hand, to see her act as Cassandra Cain, not this generic punk kid with the name.

And I feel like this is a HUGE problem because the movie sets up this Mother/daughter relationship, with Cass being Harley’s motivation to be a better person. She goes from willing to hand her over to Black Mask to taking the kid under her wing. Cass is the glue that bands the Birds of Prey together. These lovely, dangerous, women coming together to keep a little girl safe, doesn’t feel as emotionally satisfying as it should because Cass isn’t Cass.

While I will praise the movie for Harley’s arc of seeking her own emancipation and agency outside her abusive relationships and life of crime, I feel like Harley’s arc should have been a question of redemption. Cassandra’s motivation to become Batgirl was her refusal to kill again. (Hey WB remember how in Batman Begins Bruce refused to kill a man because “I will not be an executioner.”)

Here Cass is fine with killing. She chucks a bomb at some goons chasing her and she kills Black Mask with a grenade in the end.

Yeah… Cass “I refuse to kill because my dad made me kill an innocent man at eight years old and killing is wrong” kills people.

*head meet desk*

Sucide Squad, set up Harley and the squad, for an unconventional redemption arc, spite motivated it may be, yet Harley despite her line to Cass “You make me want to be a less terrible person” isn’t seeking to make amends for what she did as the Joker’s henchman. (Like being an accomplice to Jason Todd’s murder).

.Cass pickpots and steals to survive, because she’s a kid with no family passed from foster home to foster home, Harley steals because she can, steal a truck to blow up a chemical plant because she can. Kills because she can. (granted she does use an M79 grenade launcher with bean bag shells for one scene but besides that.)

I like the idea of Harley taking Cass under her wing, its an unconventional but fresh idea, but it doesn’t feel entirely satisfying, and Cass not being Cass, not having an arc beyond “Go along with Harley as her apprentice” really undermines the excellent themes and message the movie is trying to convey.

Now maybe in the Suicide Squad reboot with James Gunn or a future DC film , Cass is going to leave Harley because that life of crime and killing doesn’t suit her and she realizes she’s trying to be something she’s not and I’m just being overly critical, but I still feel like “Harley and Cass seeking redemption and moving past their abusers together” should have been where this movie left off, and it baffles me that it doesn’t from a narrative perspective.

Anway the overall themes and message of Birds of Prey are represented in Evan Mcregor’s Black Mask, a walking talking example of repressive toxic masculinity and misogyny. A flamboyant, all but stated to be a repressed Bi, crime lord seeking to take control of Gotham, Black Mask moves with confidence in his loud suits, and charming quirkiness, He’s cruel, sadistic and repulsive His mannerisms ooz terror,and insanity. He moves like a love child between Heath Ledger and Joaquin Phoenix’s take on the Joker, Gaston from Beauty and the Beast and Joffery Baratheon from Game of Thrones. He’s a control freak, trying to be a badass.

One minute he’s the Godfather, the next he’s a brat. He views Harley as nothing without the Joker, telling her that she needs him to protect her. He enjoys asserting his dominance over Harley during her brief capture by having his men beat her while he eats popcorn. He objectifies Black Canary for her singing voice and beauty..

Black Mask asserts his power and authority over the underworld by his control over women. In one frightening scene, he believes one of the women at his club is laughing at him for his failure to capture Cass, so he orders her to stand on a table, then for her boyfriend to rip open her dress with a knife because he finds it ugly.

In summary he represents the patriarchy. He represents sexist, abusive men. He’s a representation of social norms and ideals that are repressive and disgusting, and rob women of their agency, and self-worth. He represents the use of violence, not for noble reasons, but as a means to control women and lash out at those that defy him and supposedly wronged him .

Furthering this line of thought are the costumes. Black Canary’s costumes represent the amount of control, Black Mask has in her life. When we first see her, Dinah is wearing a long black netted evening gown that accents her legs as she sings “It’s a Man’s Man’s World”. Later she wears a blue tank top and gold, tightfitting pants clearly meant to draw our gaze to her ass and thighs. When she’s Black Mask’s driver, she’s wearing a Bra/crop top that bares her midriff under a short blue blaze, but when she decides she’s going to defy him, she wears a yellow tank top and jeans with a gold belt.

Harley’s costumes are as eclectic as she is, with her DIY caution tape shawl, stamped tops and cut up shorts. Huntress’s outfits are all black leather and punkish athletic wear, utilitarian and elegant in their simplicity while Reene wears a “I shave my balls for this” t-shirt reflecting her uncouth, blunt demeanor, as well as button down dress shirts and slacks for the climactic asskicking montage .

Cass is a kid,who clearly doesn’t have the funds for super nice clothes. She;s running around in ratty shorts and a worn out hoody with a red windbreaker, with an orange bandanna askew on her head. At the end, when she rides off with Harley, she copying Harley’s style.

Speaking of costumes, one thing I appreciate is that instead of the male gaze and sexualisation, we get what I like to call “passive fan service” What I mean is that instead of tracking shots on Harley’s ass or boob shoots, like in Suicide Squad the camera just lets these women’s beauty do the talking.

Huntress is wearing a sports bra and tactical pants for the climax, but the camera doesn’t linger on her boobs. A primary example of this is a lot of Padme’s scenes in Episodes II and III of Star Wars. Lucas knows Natalie Portman is a gorgeous woman and he doesn’t need to remind us by deliberate camera shots. He lets Natalie herself and Trisha Biggar’s excellent costumes do it for us.

Also one thing I really… really liked was how in the big penultimate fight, Harley actually passes Dinah a hair tie so she can get her hair out of the way. So for like a minute, she’s beating the ever loving fuck out of goons with her legs as she ties up her hair. A very nice case of reality ensures.

In conclusion Birds of Prey is another notch in the belt for the DC cinematic universe, a solid, fun film with an excellent cast with clear chemistry, hampered by character derailment that undermines its sorely needed themes and message it's trying to convey. The plot is fast paced, but doesn't feel rushed even though it’s only a little over an hour long. It’s uncompromisingly bold, bloody and hilarious. The lack of a proper post credits scene is somewhat annoying and I'm very disappointed how Cass was handled , but this is by no means a terrible film.

Overall I give it a 8.9 out of 10. Highly recommend you go see it. Drag your friends, smuggle in as much candy and drinks as you can. Buy it when it comes out on DVD. If you’re a Cass fan, reread the Puckett run or pick up her new graphic novel Shadow of the Batgirl to wash out the bittersweet taste this will give you. Speaking of Kelley Puckett, he was actually listed in the “Special thanks to…” in the credits, which i’m sure many will appreciate.

These following posts and thoughts on the film I recommend.

https://dcwomenofcolor.tumblr.com/post/190693985900/how-would-you-fix-bop-cass

https://wits-writing.tumblr.com/post/190718974642/birds-of-prey-movie-review

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YeFJjoQoec

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Naively in Love (Bucky x Reader) Part 4

//Word count: 3,054

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: None

A/N: This might be my favorite chapter for this series! Hope y’all enjoy!

Tags: @fuckthatfeeling @iheartsebastianstan @super-marvel-dale @secondstartotheright-imagines @wtfholland @delicatecapnerd

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(y/n)’s eyes followed every tantalizing tick of the clock hanging above the classroom door. Up and up they went around the clock, following the hand through each cycle. Her teacher droned on and on, yet each word drifted in and out of her ears, sliding off of her brain like water off the sides of a boat. Her hand stood poised with her pencil clenched between her finger tips, and her chin sat in the palm of her other hand. The lids of her eyes drooped slightly over her pupils, yet her brows were drawn together in the center of her forehead in a pensive stare.

‘God...I hope it isn’t awkward…’ she thought to herself, her eyes shifting down to her blank notebook page, ‘What are you thinking (y/n), you’ll be fine...you’ve talked outside of school before...on Instagram. It’ll be great. Hopefully.’

“(y/n), dear, do you have an answer for me?”

(y/n)’s brows shot up, and her eyes widened as she brought them up to meet her teacher’s. She bit her lip and looked at the board, which to her disdain, was wiped clean. Her teacher raised the pointer in her hand, only to bring it back down onto her palm as she awaited her answer.

“Um...can you...repeat the question?” She felt herself shrinking back into her seat as her teacher’s stare hardened, and began stalking towards her desk.

“The question, dear, pertained to the reading that was assigned last night. Were you able to follow those simple instructions that I so kindly put up on the board for the class, Ms. (l/n)?”

“Yes ma’am.” ‘She’s so entitled....’

“Then I will repeat my question,” She began, turning her back to her and heading back towards the front of the classroom. “The Fool mentions that Orsino’s mind is like an opal. What does that suggest about Orsino’s character?”

“He...it suggests that he is…um” She frantically flips through her notes, trying to pull an answer out of her sloppy notes while also avoiding the impatient glare sent from the front of the room, “He’s indecisive.” Her teacher raises her brow, suggesting that she goes on with the theory, “An opal gem may seem like a solid color, but if you look closer...it uh...appears to have many different colors hidden beneath the surface…”

“Go on….” she mumbled.

She scanned the rest of her notes for some semblance of sense to regurgitate, but since most of her night was spent grappling with her proposition to Bucky, not much was annotated from the reading. She gripped the edge of the page that held the starting of a somewhat profound analytical point, and searched her brain for that train of thought.

“And...if you look closer to Orsino’s actions and drive throughout the journey so far...no decisions have been made outside of his agenda for winning for Olivia’s affection...He doesn’t know how to choose his path outside of the lust that was assigned to him due to both gender and social cues.” (y/n) noted the numerous nods and ferocious note taking being done by her peers in confidence, glad that her brain decided to help her out in such a dire time. Usually in times of need, her brain tends to go offline.

“Interesting perspective, dear.” Her teacher responded, her nose still held in the air. “I’m sure we would all enjoy more of your insights, so I humbly request that you keep your focus on the contents of my class, thank you.” Without missing a beat, the teacher turned her back to the class to continue as she pushed her glasses up the slope of her nose with her finger.

Back (y/n) went to watching the clock and waiting for the day to be done. A dense ball of nerves sat like a rock in her stomach as she tried her best to store conversation ideas in her brain to cover the possible lapses in her future.

‘Relax, (y/n), it’s only awkward if you make it awkward...good lord that’s all that I know how do.’ She fought the urge to rub the bridge of her nose in frustration lest her teacher call her out again. She dragged her eyes along with the ticking clock before her, biting her lip in anticipation as it showed merely a minute left before her…

‘Did I specify if this was a date or not?’ The bell rang, nearly causing her to jump out of her skin as her crucial question stuck to the front of her mind. ‘Shit, (y/n) what have you gotten yourself into?’

…

(y/n) stood idly by the school entrance with the straps of her book bag clenched in her hands. Her eyes darted left and right, waiting to catch on Bucky as hundreds of students piled out of the doorway beside her. She had the address to their little destination set on her phone, not wanting to waste any time trying to pull it up while they were sitting in his car. She whipped her phone out of her pocket to check for any messages of where to meet up with him, seeing as they never specified meeting in front of the school.

‘That probably would’ve been smart to plan, (y/n)...’ she thought to herself as she checked her Instagram feed to try and take her mind off of her nerves, then she thrust her phone back into her pocket upon finding nothing interesting.

Her hands had gone moist as she scanned and scanned the crowd before her, the stream of students was thinning to a mere trickle. ‘You know what? He’s probably at his car...which doesn’t help me since I don’t know what his car looks like...crap.’

She clenched her jaw and inhaled the crisp fall air, frustration with herself building up in her chest for not thinking of a meeting place before they headed to their plans. A light thought gnawed at the back of her head that she has been stood up, but she dismissed it, knowing it would only make the ball in her stomach swell.

‘That kind of stuff only happens in the movies...just wait a little longer.’

…

“You guys don’t have to pick up the jukebox, I’ll be there later today.” Bucky drawled as he placed his books back in his locker. If his friends knew what he was planning that day after school, he would never hear the end of it.

“Lifting that thing is a two man job Buck,” Jason replied his shoulder leaning up against the locker next to Bucky’s, “Just let us get it, man, we won’t bother you.”

Bucky scoffed, “That’s all you two knuckleheads know how to do. I’ll get the jukebox, and you guys will go home, end of story.”

“Why don’t you want us there so bad?” Jason nearly whined, “Is there something going on there that you don’t want us to know about?” Jason’s eyes were squinted as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“It’s none of your business, alright.” Bucky mumbled back, shutting his locker and turning to leave. Jason and Eli both raised their brows and shared a look, then turned their attention back to Bucky, who was already halfway down the hall. With one more shared look, Jason made the decision to dart down the hallway, and block Bucky’s path by stretching his arm in front of Bucky and slamming his hand against the locker.

“Jase, what the hell man! What do you want?” Bucky exclaimed as he jumped back.

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell us, Bucky.” He said defiantly. “Is it a date?

“I told you that it’s none of your business.” He replied hotly as he tried to side step Jason, only to be stopped by Eli clapping his hands onto his shoulder.

“C’mon, we’re your best friends, Bucky,” Eli drawled in his ear as he caged him back into the locker by leaning against it, opposite of Jason. “We have a right to know these things.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed through his nose, “Fine,” he grunted, “I honestly don’t know if it’s a date or not, she never specified.”

“Who is she?” Jason asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“You guys wouldn’t know her.”

“Try us.” Eli challenged from behind him.

“This is gonna make me late.” He retorted, rushed and exasperated.

“You’ll be even more late if you keep fighting Buck.” Jason replied, almost taunting him.

Bucky glared at him before looking to the clock above is head, the guilt in his stomach growing at the fact that (y/n) had been waiting out in the cold for him for nearly five minutes.

“It’s (y/n) (l/n).” he said begrudgingly, his eyes latching on to the purely bewildered look on Jason’s face, “I told you two you wouldn’t know her. You’re wasting my time-”

“Oh, I know her. She’s the quiet little thing that sits in the back of my philosophy class. I’m surprised you know her, man.” Eli replied, the wrinkle between his brows indicating his equal confusion, “She’s not your usual type.”

“Do you really think I care about that?” Bucky’s voice was raised, his annoyance was beginning to rise to agitation the more he entertained his friends’ prying, “You two are really getting on my nerves with this prying crap. Interrogate me later, I’ve got places to be right now.” he shook his shoulder free from Eli’s clasped hand and pushed past Jason, nearly forcing him to lay against the lockers.

Jason and Eli both watched with slacked jaws and raised brows at Bucky’s sudden defensive attitude. As they watched him briskly walk down the hallway, brushing his hair back with tense fingers, Jason scoffed and turned to Eli with an incredulous look painted across his freckled face.

“What the hell is his problem?” He asked Eli, turning to him, his incredulous shock melting to irritation. “He’s had a stick up his ass since we starting this dogfight thing for him.”

“I think it’s a little more than that, Jase,” Eli replied, his eyes still locked on Bucky’s strides as his lips quirk up in a smirk, “I think he’s feeling a little guilty.”

Jason, taken aback by his response, turned to face Eli with his arms crossed and his brow furrowed, “he couldn’t have known her for more than a day, Eli. You think he’s got a crush or something?”

“You know how he is with girls, he’ll have them wrapped around his finger in a second,” Eli chuckled, “he’s going to tear this poor girl apart whether he wants to or not.”

…

(y/n)’s nose had gone cold and nearly runny as shivered idly by the same doors she’s been for the past...she’s lost track of time. She favored keeping her hands warm in her pocket rather than checking the time on her phone every five seconds.

With her head slightly ducked, she swept over the now deserted lot, a hybrid of a sigh and shiver creeping their way up in her chest. Her eyes were dull with disappointment, and her brain clouded with doubts and self reprimands. She couldn’t believe she had been so stupid to think-

“Hey, doll,” Bucky burst through the doors beside her, one hand already fishing for his keys in his pants pocket, “Sorry to keep you out here so long. My friends don’t seem to know how to let a busy man go.”

The relief she felt rising in her chest could’ve lifted her to the heavens as she looked at his disheveled locks, and apologetic eyes, “It’s fine,” She replied dismissively, “It’s not like I was freezing my ass off out here or anything,” A chuckle fished its way into the finishing breath of her sentence.

Bucky, a little bashful, smiled nervously as continued to dig around in his pocket,“I really tried to get away from them, but they kept sticking their nose in my business and I just couldn’t get them off my back-”

“It’s okay,” She shushed his with a soothing smile and a breathy chuckle, “I wasn’t actually upset. I know how friends can be, believe me.”

“You have no idea…” he mumbled to himself, pity swelling in his stomach like a bruise, nearly ruining his appetite, “Now let’s get to this place you were talking about before my embarrassment ruins my appetite.” Bucky then pulled his keys out in a fist and began a stride to his car, with (y/n) right behind him with her nose to the screen of her phone.

“Sure, just let me pull up the directions…”She mumbled as she opened her phone, “Man, I’m so excited. I’ve been wanting to try this place for so long, I love gyros.”

Bucky let loose an airy laugh as he unlocked his car. Of course they had to have the same favorite food, “So do I.”

…

This was a mistake. He should’ve just declined her offer to hangout, he should've just left her on read. But, no, he just had to blindly accept her offer without any thought as to how it would play out. They get along so well...too well. Almost like they knew each other, like old friends. His poor conscience can’t take it. They’ve been laughing and lightly flirting for the past two hours, and it only feels like it’s been minutes. He didn’t plan on this at all.

“...And that was the last time I would ever eat at a Friday’s.” (y/n) finished, a semi-horrified expression etched across her face, “I can’t even watch their commercials anymore without getting flashbacks…you okay there, Buck?”

Bucky, freshly shaken from his inner monologue, jumped slightly in his seat as his eyes rose to meet the slightly worried ones across from him, “Hm?” He muttered, his brows drawn together in silent apology. He shifted his gaze down towards the table that his elbow still sat upon, and tried to trace the very edge of his last rain of thought, hoping that he’d been somewhat paying attention to what (y/n) was talking about, before he realized that he’d been asked a question.

“Oh-yeah...I’m fine, my mind just got away from me for a little,” (y/n) merely raised a brow, copying the glare from her teacher earlier in the day, “Really, I’m fine...stop looking at me like that…” He muttered, chuckling a bit at her gaze that seemed to sizzle upon his skin.

“Not until you tell me what you were thinking about.” She spat back defiantly, reached her arms to cross before her chest, “It had to be something interesting if it was enough to block me out.”

“Oh, really?” He replied, “Sorry to break it to you but,” he playfully grimaced and rubbed his chin with his hand, “you’re really not that interesting.”

(y/n) scoffed and thrust her hand to her chest, “Me?” She asked dramatically, “Not that interesting? I beg to differ.”

“Prove me wrong.”

“Stop trying to change the subject.”

“That’s not proof.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” she responded, exasperation accompanied by a mirth-filled grin.

Bucky merely shrugged, “At least it’s interesting.” He lulled, “That’s all that I ask.”

“So, you’re really not going to tell me what you were thinking about?”

“No,” he responded, then he thought for a moment, and leaned forward in his chair as intrigue twinkled in his eyes, “But how about a question? Would that be enough for you?”

“Will it have something to do with what you were thinking about?” She asked, matching the gleam in her eye.

“Sure.”

(y/n) squinted her eyes at him, as if she was trying to physically see his bluff, “Hm...fine. What do you wanna ask?” She grabbed the half full glass of water before her and smoothly slid the straw into her mouth as she awaited his inquiry.

“Are we on a date right now?”

(y/n) clenched her glass and slid the straw from her lips, her eyes slightly widened as she stared at him. She then chuckled nervously, and placed the glass back on the table, “I was actually wondering the same thing…” She started, her gaze glued to the table, “I mean...I would like if it was a date, but if we’re not on the same page, then-”

“I don’t mind it being a date.” He said, a steady smile spreading across his lips.

Up to the heavens she went, and her smile spread like butter. It was as if the world around her had burst into color.

“Okay,” She said, breathy and excited, “So this is a date.”

“Great.” Bucky replied, keeping his gaze steady with her eyes, his smile gleeful and unwavering.

…

The entire car ride to her house was filled with small talk, accompanied by the old rock that (y/n) had taken it upon herself to introduce him to. On and on, she talked about how long it took her to get into it, and the first song to send chills down her spine. Bucky just sat back and listened, blissfully ignorant of the warning signs of attachment.

He’d let himself forget about the dogfight for a moment, and just enjoyed the first precious feelings of a developing crush. He ignored the fact that in two days, this wonderful, vulnerable side of herself would most likely be cut off from him, and their budding friendship would go completely off the rails. He ignored the guilt and the shame of dropping as low as his bone-head friends. He ignored everything save for the bliss of having his head in the clouds.

With one more wave sent back towards him, (y/n) closed the door, and with a sigh, leaned back against it with her eyes sent to the heavens. Her lip was held between her teeth as she reveled in the butterflies set aflutter in her stomach, a furrow between her brows, and her hand clutched to her chest. She could feel her heart rushing with adrenaline and giggles bubbling in her chest, and for once, she didn’t fight them.

‘Finally’, she thought to herself, ‘something good to look forward to.’

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I read the year’s big (biggest?) industrial-comics debut Undiscovered Country, which is the “hotly anticipated” team-up of Scott Snyder (who I’d only read maybe 3 or 4 comics from before since he writes for DC and I don’t read those) and my colleague in the law Charles Soule, Esq. (who I’ve never read before because his books sounded boring). They join a pretty A+ team on the visual side of Guiseppe Camuncoli (who I’ve really liked for years), Daniel Orlandini, Matt Wilson, and also letters from Crank! Crank! is on the team, guys! Jason Statham’s heart is going to explode unless he letters this TV pitch masquerading as a comic, and then has sex with the girl from Road Trip somewhere that’s demeaning to her...

Anyways, there’s a comic they could make here, but it’s a TV pitch instead. There’s a dozen indistinguishable people in this book, none of whom emerge successfully as characters. All of the pages look kinda like this image, of just people in a room talking to one another instead of... visual storytelling happening... in a comic book? And then a premise is presented, but the comic’s constantly time-hopping so it doesn’t really unfold in a way that for me felt dramatic or satisfying. And then it ends on a Brian Vaughan-style one-page splash of a character going “Huh? Huuuuuuuh?”

That said, there’s a comic here that could’ve been made with this idea, and if they made a TV show I’d watch it, if it was on Netflix, and it was a Korean soap opera called “A Doctor’s Love Song in the Rain.” It’s a good premise--it’s very much them doing a 60′s post-Trek sci-fi show except updated-- stuff like Lost in Space or Land of the Lost, but set in a post-apocalyptic America. I like the idea of a show like that-- I liked how big and broad those shows would get, Lost in Space especially. (I never saw the Time Tunnel). So, yeah, I guess the comic succeeds in its only noticeable goal-- I’d watch the TV show.

It’s the kind of the comic where the first page is just four panels slowly zooming in on a helicopter...? Check out another exciting image from these guys with an immense amount of visual storytelling experience:

Most of the comic is built out of double-page spreads, so if you’re a digital reader, you might want to actively avoid it. I’m more of a single-page guy, but they use the technique well, I suppose. Camuncoli’s pages are never confusing for me, though there’s a double-page splash of all the bad guys that I don’t think is successful because they insist on a wide view of things the way a TV camera would, rather than finding a point of view that’s actually dramatic and tells a story, the way a comic book would. And Wilson does this really gorgeous pink smoke in the book, with a texture on top of it-- I was into how he colored the smoke. And boy, Jason Statham sure had to put a lot of lettering onto those pages-- those guys sure didn’t team up with someone who’d edit them! So I mean, Jason Statham got the job done on the lettering-- but of course he did, Jason Statham “swallowed enough microchips and shit them back out again to make a computer.”

They put a McGuffin time-bomb under the premise, to keep the plot motivated, and they give at least one character a clear motivation relating to that time bomb. They give another character a relationship with her and create some fake-y “mystery” around that character to play out later. If you’re learning like Screenwriting 101, they’re doing Screenwriting 101 so you could probably find things to appreciate. You can read this comic alongside Save the Cat or whatever, and good luck with your career. It’s a commercial product and they’re hitting some kind of beat sheet successfully.

Or I can imagine this someday being a kind of fun Sunday afternoon comic to go through a few dozen of, mindlessly-- I suspect it’s pleasures will accrete slowly, but be at least somewhat there for that future Sunday reader, in a way that isn’t true for the first issue on its own, which offers no noticeable pleasure.

But: the most fascinating thing about this comic was the back matter though, a strange celebration of the military-industrial complex. This comic was apparently inspired by members of the CIA and DARPA...??

The military industrial complex obviously has had a long history of infiltrating and promoting themselves through other artforms (obviously video games; the creation of modern art; I love Michael Bay movies, and I know what I’ve watched, etc.). And they’ve obviously made overtures in recent years to comics-- Marvel and its relationship with Raytheon.

And I’m... I’m a little more ambivalent about the military and everything than some people online about all that because I’m not kneejerk anti-military, though I mean... the CIA’s a big ask, especially with the world events of this last week. I’ve had friends who aren’t alive though because they wanted to do something for their country (it’s more complicated than that, how they died but), so I have to always keep that in mind when I talk about that stuff, however much I’m not a huge fan of various foreign policies or stupid fucking wars or our robot death fleet or whatever. I’m also kinda into just some people getting blown up. I don’t subscribe to pacificism in all contexts, which is maybe not to my credit, especially given the history of my family and my people generally.

But it’s kind of wild to get a random comic and just see the fingerprints of that so clearly. Like, they couch it in “oh our wives are friends now” this is a family friend comic, and then immediately pivot to CIA agents and their “incredible acts of service... men and women whose names will forever remain unknown but whose sacrifices will never be forgotten.” ??? Referring to like, the guy who held the hose during the water-boarding? All the Latin American dictatorships we taught torture techniques to? Whatever the hell we did in Greece? (Wikipedia: “Phillips Talbot, the U.S. ambassador in Athens, disapproved of the coup, complaining that it represented "a rape of democracy", to which John M. Maury, the CIA station chief in Athens, answered, "How can you rape a whore?"”). Like, I’m not as anti-CIA as other people-- there’s bad actors in the world. But there’s tolerating with some shame a necessary evil, and then there’s doing full-throated advertisements for it in the back of your comics...?

But just setting that aside... comics had an era where it was disregarded and it attracted counterculture people and counterculture thinking. And that era ended and then we had screenwriters and careerists. And most of the time I’ve been writing has been during that time of change-- it took me a while to understand that the gears had changed. And now with all the movies and all the success, it’s like...

Cool Cool Cool Cool, the drones that swarm the enemy at Pakistani weddings. Here’s Wikipedia: “The New America Foundation estimates that for the period 2004-2011, the non-militant fatality rate [from drones] was approximately 20%.”

This is the big comic by the big stars, and I mean, that’s a wild paragraph. Are people talking about this??? I haven’t gone and looked-- anytime I go and look, I’m always just... I mean... ooof-- but within the context of comics history... Where is the counterculture in comics now?

I mean, at the same time, Frank Miller was pretty much always a fascist and I loved him as a kid. So maybe I’m overstating things or it’s not significant because I only grew up like 10-15% fascist (it jumps to 30% in certain neighborhoods *glares at La Brea and Melrose ... I hate you Pink’s...*). And not full-blown “I’m going to spend years making a Batman graphic novel, celebrating what a racist loon I am, and then blame it on alcohol” Frank Miller fascist, but...

I just thought that shit was wild as fuck, that’s all....

Hahahahahahaha....

Comic books.

#Worst Hobby or Worstest Hobby?

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