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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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1046.

Do you ever find yourself worrying about things that probably won't happen? >> The thing is, the things I worry about are things that can happen. I know because I’ve already experienced those things happening. It’s the likelihood of the thing happening that may or may not be skewed in my imagination, not the thing itself.

Has your imagination ever made it hard for you to sleep? >> I don’t think so.

Have you ever had a weird dream and obsessed over what it might mean? >> I’ve had plenty of weird dreams, but I didn’t obsess over their possible meaning.

Or do you usually forget about your dreams? >> Nowadays, yeah, I don’t remember my dreams too consistently.

Do you know your heritage? If not, would you ever try one of those DNA kits? >> I know enough, I suppose. I would definitely not do one of those DNA kits, for multiple reasons.

Which languages can you speak? >> Only English with any fluency.

Which language do you speak the most and why? >> ---

Which languages do you wish you were fluent in? >> ---

With films in languages you do not speak, do you prefer a dub or subtitles? >> I greatly prefer subs. I like listening to different languages. Plus, I find that a lot of the times, the dub actors don’t match up well in my opinion.

Which cuisine do you like the least? >> ---

Are there any foods you dislike because of the texture? >> Absolutely.

Which type of chocolate do you like best? >> I only eat dark chocolate.

Do you have a favorite kind of dog? >> Pit bulls, I guess, but I really just like dogs period.

Do you let your pets sleep in your bed? >> I would not.

Do any of your favorite musicians ever write music for/with other artists? >> I mean, probably.

What is your favorite collaboration between two different musicians? >> I can’t think of a favourite collaboration.

Who are your favorite songwriters? >> I don’t have any.

Do you like any of those oldies groups (like the Four Seasons)? >> Yep. I grew up listening to them and I still love a lot of that music.

Do you know who Bernie Taupin is? >> He writes with Elton John, don’t he? They’re associated somehow, anyway.

What are your favorite one-hit wonders? >> Meh.

What celebrities, if any, have you seen naked? >> I mean, whichever ones did nude scenes in movies I’ve seen.

Have you ever seen anybody naked by accident? >> Not necessarily by accident, just... not by my consent. Living in shelters, you see a lot you don’t necessarily want to see.

Have you ever wondered what somebody looks like naked? >> In an idly musing sense, sure.

Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about a celebrity? >> When I was younger.

Have you ever changed your clothes in the car? >> I don’t think so, but maybe.

About how quickly does your hair grow? >> Too quickly for my liking, considering how often I have to buzz it.

Do you have to/choose to shave anything unusual? >> No.

Do you groom (wax, pluck, or thread) your eyebrows? >> No.

Most unusual thing you have worn in public? >> I don’t know?

If you wear makeup, what are your preferred brands? >> I don’t have any preferred brands.

Do you use flavored lip balm? What about tinted lip balm? >> Nope, just regular coconut-oil lip balm, thanks.

What is your favorite swear word? >> ---

Are you afraid of fireworks or other loud noises? >> I’m not afraid of them, I just have sensory issues and an exaggerated startle reflex. My responses are similar to fear responses, though, so it’s all the same shit at the end of the day, I guess.

Do you make your own iced tea, or buy it in jugs/bottles? >> I buy bottled iced tea.

Have you ever made sun tea? >> No.

Do you use sugar or honey to sweeten your tea? >> I use honey sometimes, but most of the time I drink it as-is.

Do you ever put milk in your tea? >> Not usually. It’s good in chai, but I just never think about it.

Do you prefer powdered or liquid coffee creamer? >> ---

Did your school have somewhere for girls to get emergency pads/tampons? >> ---

Did you have to wear a uniform for gym class? >> ---

Did you have to take showers after gym before going to your next class? >> ---

Were you in any extracurricular activities or clubs in high school? >> ---

Have you ever picked up and kept a rock because it caught your eye? >> Yeah.

Have you attended any rock (literal rocks, not music, lol) shows? >> No.

Have you ever laughed at a scene (TV/film) that wasn't meant to be funny? >> Oh, absolutely.

Do you think they should make a movie about Hatshepsut? >> I don’t have an opinion on this.

Do you think books are better adapted as movies or TV series? >> I think TV series are better if you want to actually delve into more of the book’s content.

Any great books you would recommend? >> ---

Any great movies or TV series you would recommend? >> ---

Were you disappointed with Fox's version of the Rocky Horror Show? >> I don’t care about Rocky Horror.

Have you ever seen the original Kinky Boots movie? What about the musical? >> Never seen either.

Have you seen any Hannibal movies other than The Silence of the Lambs? >> I’ve seen Red Dragon, Hannibal, and Hannibal Rising.

Have you read any of the Hannibal novels? >> Not yet. I’ve considered reading Red Dragon, since Francis Dolarhyde is my fave, but eh. Maybe one day.

Do you like any Indie movies? >> I mean, yes.

Have there been any movies you had fond memories of, but upon a rewatch didn't like as well? >> Absolutely. Tastes and needs evolve over time.

Do you like to go to the movies alone? >> I do, I love it. I especially love it when I go to a weekday matinee a couple of weeks after a movie’s premiere and the theater is empty of anyone save me. It’s the best feeling. I had so much fun watching Venom in an empty theater :)

When you watch movies/TV with people, do you find yourself making sarcastic remarks to each other? >> Well, that’d depend on the people, I guess. And what kind of mood I’m in. And what the movie/TV show even was.

Have you ever dried down any flowers to keep them? >> No.

What is your favorite thing that you have made by yourself? >> ---

Do you like your natural accent (everybody has one)? >> I’m fine with how I speak.

What accents do you find most pleasant? >> ---

Does it bother you when an actor in a musician biopic lip-syncs to a recording of the original artist, or is it better that way? >> I don’t have an opinion about this.

Have you ever read about Dennis Nilsen? >> No.

Do you ever go on murderpedia.org to read about murderers? >> No.

Have you ever read about the Black Dahlia? >> No.

Any other unsolved crimes you find fascinating? >> No, that’s not really something I’m interested in (although I don’t mind hearing other people talk about it).

Do you care what color your socks are? >> Of course I care.

What about your underwear? >> Yes. I won’t wear most colours of underwear.

What part of a man's body do you find most attractive? >> ---

What part of a woman's body do you find most attractive? >> ---

Do you think guys look good in makeup? >> ---

Do you like using clay and/or peel-off masks for skincare? >> I don’t use them. They mostly seem like sensory hell to me.

Have you ever had an asymmetrical haircut? >> I had a wig that was cut asymmetrically.

Have you ever made your own pillow or blanket? >> No.

Have you ever made a pillow out of an old T-shirt? >> No, but Sparrow has.

Have you ever tried lucid dreaming? (Where you can control your dreams) Would you ever want to try? >> I’ve not given it a serious attempt, no.

If you want to be cremated, do you want your ashes scattered anywhere? >> I don’t want to be cremated.

Would you ever have a deceased pet stuffed? >> No.

Would you ever have a pet cremated? >> No.

What is your favorite sci-fi series, if any? >> I have a few. The Stargates, for example.

Do you believe in the existence of parallel universes? >> Yep.

If you could run your own business, what kind of business would it be? >> I really would rather not.

#surveys #survey #random survey #not for reblogging *glare*

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beaniegara · 6 years

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11 Questions

tagged both by @yaboybergara and @ricky-goldsworth which is great because that gives me 22 questions mwahhahaha thank you folks!! <3

RULES

1. always post the rules

2. answer the questions given by the person who tagged you

3. write 11 questions of your own

4. tag 11 people you want to get to know better (or however many you want)

now, see, I don’t know what to ask........ so I’m gonna be a little shit and tag folks to pick 11 of these 22 questions and answer them too. nini and gray pls don’t sue me for reusing your questions, thank fdgkfndgfdsk I’m tagging @kaylotta, @queerunsolved, @haunted-gays, @thatmademadej, and @i-am-ghost-proof-baby <3 if yall wanna do it, of course. no pressure.

this is incredibly long (and uncomfortably honest). let’s go lesbians let’s go

first, nini’s questions:

1. How many pets have you had in your life?

one. I’ve always wanted them but my mom and I have always lived in tiny apartments and had no way to care for a pet so it wasn’t until I was 17 that we adopted a kitten!! his name was merlin and he was the laziest, moodiest lil ball of fluff I’ve ever met. I.. had to give him away a year later because we moved to a place even smaller that wouldn’t allow pets so long story short I’m scarred for life and don’t think I can ever take any more pets without feeling guilty to my bone

this is merlin btw I love him with all my heart and he now lives in a farm. as far as I know anyway.. :(

2. Do you believe in destiny? Why?

mmm interesting question. weird, metaphysical theories aside, I don’t believe anything is set in stone per se, but I do believe that some things are just... meant to be? in a way? for example, you can’t tell me ryan and shane weren’t meant to be friends and find each other in such an unlikely place as they did. one of my mottos, completely stripped from context because it’s from a rather pretentious tv show, is “the universe is rarely so lazy”. meaning that good things happen for a reason, and that you trailed that path for that to happen. yknow what I’m saying? I can’t really explain this without writing a 10 page essay because that’s just how my gemini ass thinks

3. If you could chose one person on the great beyond, would you take the chance to talk to them?

you mean someone who has passed away? oh yeah, I would talk to my grandmother. she was raising me and died when she was 4 and that changed not only my entirely life but our whole extended family dynamic... so many questions.

4. From all your hobbies, which one would you love to make a living of?

oh man, writing. I’ve been dreaming of being a writer ever since I was 9 or something. never panned out but that would certainly be the dream. if I could work with videos, subtitling, tv shows, cinema etc that would also be dope as hell!

5. What’s your favorite color palette to wear?

fkgjfsdgiusfdksd I have no fashion sense whatsoever, idk? I do like to wear dark clothes (because weight..) and reds (because pale).

6. What’s your opinion on queerbaiting?

I don’t have the time for it. for starters, it’s something that usually comes from people with very poor writing skills that can’t come up with plots interesting enough to keep viewers/readers hooked in. that already says something. no offense to anyone who is a fan of shows like these, but when it’s mostly written by white men I just don’t have any high hopes for it. you can ask flavs what my reaction was like when I realized the character I had headcanon’ed as wlw in hannibal was actually a wlw. I couldn’t believe it, because what???? since when does that happen, especially in a show run by a white man??? kjdfghsjgd

I think this is part of a bigger conversation but my point is, don’t fall for it. I know it’s all part of the fight for representation, asking big names to produce big shows with lgbtq+ characters in it and so on, but for the love of god, watch something else too!!!! let GOT rot and die!!!!!!!!! look up different, smaller, cheaper shows, that’s where you find lgbtq+ content creators!!!!!! there’s so many wlw webseries out there, you wouldn’t believe it. you have a choice. don’t give any more of your time and love and word-of-mouth to shows/movies that clearly have no interest in being more diverse. they don’t deserve you.

and that’s not to say any of it is on us. quite on the contrary, they’re using us. but aside from calling out their bullshit, we do have a chance to boost lgbtq+ content creators. don’t let them fool you into thinking they’re doing you any favors, or that they’re our last chance so we should be paying attention to what they’re doing/saying. fuck them!!!! you can’t queerbait me because I don’t trust you or give you the chance to do it. and you can shove your very straight, very white shows where the sun doesn’t shine, @ hollywood.

7. Is there a language you would love to speak?

french and korean, mostly. I can understand a little bit of both, but I really wish I was fluent :( oh, will to live and learn, where art thou...

8. Do you have, like, a dream so wild you think it’s impossible?

kjgnsfdkjhjjs having enough money to support myself and my mother??? I don’t have any big, wild dreams, I think. just.......... living comfortably would be a+

9. How many AUs of your own life do you have in your head?

oh man. I keep thinking about living somewhere in idk iceland or scotland just like... tending goats or something. that’s the most comfortable version of myself I can think of.

I also like to imagine if I could handle being a film director, because that sounds like fun. maybe a screenwriter? anything creative in films, really.

there’s also the unattainable dream of having a wife and idk maybe adopting a kid? and we’d just. support each other. and love each other. and that’s just. I. [cries]

I like to think how things would be if I were actually hot and not socially awkward.. I’d be someone completely different, basically lol

10. If you were to meet your younger self, do you think they would think you cool or not?

oh god, younger me would hate present me D: I had such high hopes for myself, I had lots of dreams lol never in a million years did I think I’d be where I am today...

11. Not a question, but please add something postive about yourself, something that you love about you.

IDJFSSIODUGSDFKGDSJ IT’S LIKE YOU KNEW I’D BE A NEGATIVE FUCK, NINI. I................................ I like that I have an easy time with languages? or with classes in general. I like to learn from people, I’m just really unmotivated to leave the house lol

now onto gray’s q’s:

1. What’s your favourite music video of all time?

straight-up impossible questions right out of the gate huh I SEE YOU, GRAY. I SEE YOU kjdfgjfsdhgkdsjfs

I’ll have to go with a few,

“prototype” by viktoria modesta is just GORGEOUS. I can’t get over this video & song and it’s been years.

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“jackpot” by block b looks creepy as shit but the context makes it such a clever yet fun video. take into account that these guys were screwed over by the kpop company that created the group, and that the lyrics talk about hitting jackpot in an industry that’s savage to say the least. to me this video is a visual representation of what a dangerous trap entertainment companies are in the kpop industry, and it also ties in with the groups’ story of being made into dolls by a company and then telling them to fuck off in the end lol

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“treat me like your mother” by the dead weather. I don’t know why I just love it. (cw: gun violence)

youtube

“emperor’s new clothes” by panic! at the disco. I MEAN, LOOK AT IT.

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“manyo maash” by puer kim. I just love the aesthetic?

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honorable mention: “tick tick boom” by the hives because that’s a banger. ba dum tssss.

2. What’s a favourite memory of yours?

I have plenty of good memories, thank god. I think one of my favorites is just hanging out with my friends in 2008-9; one of their older brothers was driving us around town, we were listening to the white stripes at full volume, singing along, all sitting pressed up close together in his shitty car. man, my teenage years would’ve been fantastic if I had stayed there with them!!

3. Do you play video games? If so, which one’s your favourite?

I DO!!! I mean, not as much as I’d like because a) no money to spare on games/consoles, and b) I suck at basically everything. but I’m obsessed with paladins these days, and I’m also a big fan of LOTRO. I like horror games--mostly the resident evil and silent hill type--and fps. I grew up playing some tomb raider, medal of honor, resident evil... oh, those were the days.

4. How did you first get into [your fandom of choice]?

with bfu it was that kind of thing where I’d see a meme or two cross my dash and it was always this ridiculous screenshot, or those “that’s it, that’s the show” kinda things with dozens of thousands of notes... until one day I was incredibly anxious, and I needed to watch something or I’d never finish the assignments I had for college. so I just thought “oh hey I should check out that unsolved thing people like so much, it’s buzzfeed so it’s probably good bg noise to work with” lol and it did work, and I did finish my assignments, and that means that I first watched the show barely paying any attention to it because I was busy doing something else. but ryan’s and shane’s voices helped me relax and to this day they still help a lot with my anxiety, to the point that I need to keep coming back every minute or so during episodes because I get distracted just listening to their voices and not absorbing a word lol

5. How did you first get into fandom in general?

uhh.. well, I was a big “pottermaniac” (that’s how I called it) since I was 9, but that was before I realized fandom was a Thing on the internet too. I remember when I was maybe 10 or 11, I entered a chatroom (god, those were wild) just in time to see someone saying in all caps HARRY POTTER IS GREAT AND YOU’RE ALL DUMB FOR NOT SEEING IT or something fkdsjgfdugfsdk and it was this girl using the nickname fawkes. she was older than me, I think that 15 or something, and we exchanged addresses (!!! how am I alive!!!) and were pen pals for a while. but it took me so fucking long to actually find the fandom online that I think my first brush with it was with the arctic monkeys forum I found online in 2008, where I mistakenly said I liked “the muse” and people laughed at me so I never went back to it lol then in 2010 I found out about kpop and that’s when I really dived head-first into fandom life. took me long enough (tbf I was very against the notion of being a “fan” because I was an idiot).

6. What’s at the top of your bucket list?

great fucking question. no idea. I guess.. traveling overseas? if we’re talking wild, distant things. but closer to my reality, getting a job that pays me at least the minimum wage disjgdfgkfsdk #fuckinternships

7. What’s something not many people know about you?

I love dancing and miss it like hell.

8. What’s your favourite medium for storytelling - movie, book, television, musical, comic, internet video, video game, something else? Why that medium?

ohhhhhhh this is an interesting question. as much as I love writing, and think that’s one of the best things we humans have ever come up with, I do love.. musicals? not necessarily theater--although that’s great and I’d sell my soul to see chicago live--but I love the idea of telling stories through music. I really wish we could bring back the custom of telling stories orally, and through music, and that we could as society agree that collective singing is beautiful and should be reintroduced in our day-to-day lives. sure listening to (1) artist singing is great but hAVE YOU TRIED SINGING ALONG DURING A CONCERT WHERE EVERYONE ELSE IS SINGING TOO? best fucking feeling in the world.

we had two bands in brazil, in different periods of time, that were so incredibly famous they’re still cornerstones in our music history. one was legião urbana, some folk-ey rock band that had a couple of songs telling these really long stories that I LOVE with all my heart. faroeste caboclo is our bohemian rhapsody, most people my age or older know the lyrics to it. and mamonas assassinas was this comical (?) rock band that sang dumb, fun songs that usually told stories too and that was the best. I miss that kinda thing.

9. What’s your favourite food?

red meat, mainly churrasco. but I also can’t live without chocolate milk AND the whopper. capitalism has me by the stomach.

10. Do you have a joke to share?

fjgfsdgskfdgfsk I don’t.. it’s been so long since I last tried telling a joke, I don’t think I know any?

11. What song/artist helped you through your struggles?

pitty has been a big part of my life for some 14-odd years now. “be ok” by ingrid michaelson and “starlight” by muse were my anthems when depression hit hard during my teenage years. the white stripes has also been a constant, with gems like “blue orchid” and “a martyr for my love for you” turning into sort of theme songs for certain parts of my life. choi sam helped me through college. and even though they were a huge disappointment to the point that I stopped listening to them altogether, block b gave me a good 4 or 5 years of distraction from life.

#not bfu #long post #txt #i hope to god the read more works #bc this is long as shitfuck

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robininthelabyrinth · 7 years

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Countless Roads - Chapter 10

Fic: Countless Roads - Chapter 10 - Ao3

Fandom: Flash, Legends Pairing: Gen, Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, others

Summary: Due to a family curse (which some call a gift), Leonard Snart has more life than he knows what to do with – and that gives him the ability to see, speak to, and even share with the various ghosts that are always surrounding him.

Sure, said curse also means he’s going to die sooner rather than later, just like his mother, but in the meantime Len has no intention of letting superheroes, time travelers, a surprisingly charming pyromaniac, and a lot of ghosts get in the way of him having a nice, successful career as a professional thief.

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“I’m not helping you smuggle supervillains out of this city!” Len yelps. “You owe me a favor, kiddo, not vice versa!”

He's been keeping a low profile these last few weeks - a few heists in Keystone, a few jaunts further away, nothing that would disturb Barry and Nora's bonding time - but he still hangs out at Saints and Sinners on a regular basis, and that's where they found him.

Len blames Nora for telling Barry the location of his usual haunts.

But not as much as he blames Barry for coming to him with the world's stupidest suggestion.

“You don’t understand –” Barry starts.

“No!”

“But the city – ”

“No means no.”

“Len –” Nora starts, floating behind Barry, wringing her hands.

“Both of you!" Len exclaims, glaring at both of them, even as he gestures for the bartender to clear the place. "What the hell? When did you two start thinking of me as a go-to charity dispenser? I’m a supervillain. I even have the action figures to prove it!”

Mick is very, very proud of the action figures.

“But you’re a good one,” Barry says.

"Yes. Very good at being very bad."

"That's not what I meant -"

“I know what you meant, and I am not. Plus I’ve got my own problems to deal with – don’t know if you’ve forgotten, Nora, but I think the Santini Family has been trying to assassinate me –”

“But Len –” Barry says, and trails off.

Len makes the mistake of turning back to look at them.

Turns out Barry's got a hell of a set of puppy dog eyes.

Nora, too. It's clearly a familial trait.

Also, Barry’s picked up Nora’s habit of calling him ‘Len’ instead of ‘Snart’ somewhere along the line and Len’s always been weak to a good set of puppy eyes accompanying his given name.

He blames Mick and Lisa for that.

But he's not going to give in, because -

Because -

Oh, damn it.

"You've got to be kidding me," Len says, pinching the bridge of his nose in a vain attempt to keep off the headache he swears is coming for him. "Smuggling supervillains. It even rhymes."

They both brighten at the fact that he's stopped resisting so hard.

"That doesn't mean I agree," Len reminds them, though he suspects Nora knows him well enough to know that he's just resisting the inevitable out of sheer stubbornness at this point. "Also, Nora, I thought we agreed that you'd have the whole 'why private prisons are wrong' talk with him. Why are these guys even still there?"

"We did have that talk," she says, managing to look simultaneously penitent and embarrassed. "We just got a little distracted – you see, I was hanging around in STAR Labs, waiting for Barry, who wanted a bit of private time -"

"I'm an adult, Mom," Barry says, turning bright red. "It's not that weird to not want your mom around all the time and possibly coming through walls at awkward moments."

Len, who has had to deal with many, many such an awkward moment growing up, understands completely.

"Anyway," she says, "That's not important. While I was there, I saw Wells. I mean, not Wells, we don't think it's Wells. The man who calls himself Wells. He didn’t realize I was there, of course, I was invisible, but he - he stood up, out of his wheelchair - and he ran. Not regular running. He ran the way Barry runs, the way a speedster runs – except unlike Barry, he wore yellow and trailed red lightning."

Len blinks. "Harrison Wells is the man who killed you?"

"The man masquerading as him is," Nora agrees.

"We're planning to capture him," Barry says earnestly. His puppy dog eyes game is spot on. "We need to get the supervillain metas out of the way so that we can catch him - Len, this means we have a chance of avenging my mom and freeing my dad! We just need your help for the plan -”

“Didn’t the first plan you mention along these lines fail?” Len asks suspiciously. “Which is why he escaped and is wreaking havoc and you need to get a bunch of supervillains out of town?”

“Well, yes, okay, we let him go free for a little at first, trying to get him to confess, but there was no way to guess that he was secretly recording us. But how were we to know that he’d convince Hannibal Bates to shape-shift into him!” Barry exclaims.

“I would’ve done it,” Len points out. "If I had access to cameras and a shapeshifter."

And didn't have ghosts.

Actually, given the resources he does have, he could -

This is not a helpful line of thought.

“Not everyone’s a supervillain, Len,” Nora says briskly. “Anyway, we have a better plan this time.”

“We just need some help. From you. Maybe from Mick and Lisa too – wait, Lisa's not dead, is she? Because Cisco is, like, super into -"

"She's not dead," Len says, giving up and just putting his head into his hands. "If I give you her number to give to Cisco, will you lay off?"

"Is she interested?"

"How the hell would I know if – " Len cuts off and sighs. "Apparently the ghost consensus is yes."

Barry looks over to where Nora is hovering. "It is," she says, laughing. "Everyone here just shouted 'YES SHE IS' at the top of their lungs."

"Your life is, like, the most awesome," Barry tells Len, and damn him, he even sounds sincere about it. “And I’m a superhero, so I know awesome.”

"Given that seeing ghosts is likely to kill me before I turn fifty and I’m already hitting forty, not so much," Len says tersely. He's still amazed by how far he's gotten.

"...oh," Barry says, frowning. "Really? We can't let that happen."

"I'm so happy you got super-speed," Len tells Barry, rolling his eyes. "If you got my curse instead, you'd be dead inside a year."

"Why's that?"

"’cause you’ve got a serious problem accepting the inevitability of death, you strawberry-colored sparkplug. Not to mention the fact that you’re a reckless idiot. Do your friends even know you're here?" Len asks, gesturing around the now-vacant interior of Saints.

"Well, kinda?" Barry hedges, his shoulders going up to his ears.

"Kinda?" Len asks, having a sinking sensation that he's about to hear something incredibly stupid. "What do you mean, kinda?"

"Well, I mean, I didn't tell them about the ghost thing," Barry says. "Mom says most people don't believe in them, and I didn't want my friends to think I was crazy – well, think I was crazy again, I kinda had this supernatural blog for a while that on second thought you totally don’t need to know about so just maybe forget that I ever mentioned it – and, well, anyway, getting back to my friends, I just, you know, didn't mention the whole ghost thing or the mom thing or any of that. But I did tell them I was going to ask you for help!"

Len stares at him, making a mental note to look up that blog; judging by Nora's smirk, it's undoubtedly amazing. But still, that fades in importance next to the fact that Barry came to Saints - "Based on nothing more than, what? My record of supervillainy?"

"I like this kid," Mick opines from Saints' kitchen, poking his head out. "Kid, want food?"

"He always wants food," Nora says fondly. "Let me come back there with you; I'll tell you his favorites."

"Yeah, cool."

Len groans. He knows how to read Mick’s reaction: Len is now officially outnumbered by people who want to help out. Damnit, as he keeps reminding Mick, they're villains, now. Villains don’t go around helping people, that’s what makes them villains instead of heroes.

On the other hand, as Nora's always reminding him, ensuring continuing marital bliss requires some measure of sacrifice, and if Mick wants to go…

"Okay, okay," Len says with a sigh. "I’m in. Tell me your plan."

Five minutes of biting his tongue later, Len says, "That is a terrible plan."

"What are you thinking, then?" Barry asks, crossing his arms.

"Same start – me helping you escort the bad guys to the drop off point, but instead of you putting them on a plane, I take the metas and send them out of the city," Len says. "I'll enforce it, too. That way you don't worry about where they are, about them fighting you at an awkward moment, or about them being dissected or abused in some private prison that you sent them to without due process."

Barry pauses for a moment, then says sheepishly, "Yeah, okay. Good point."

Len groans.

He’s going to have to get Nora to really hammer in the ‘private secret illegal prisons are bad’ thing a bit more, it seems.

But if there's one thing Len's good at, it's plans - and when he's in, he's in.

The escort mission is easy enough to set up, at least. Lisa volunteers to sabotage the transport truck, no doubt because it gives her more flirting time with Cisco; Mick goes invisible and wrangles the ghosts that will be hovering over the escort, ready to help if anything goes wrong but primarily serving as a watchmen; and Len takes point on his motorcycle.

He's strapping in when Mick shows up.

"Yeah?" Len asks.

"Got a new recruit," Mick grunts. "Been snooping around, apparently. Knows the whole plan, but says he thinks someone on the good-doers team still called ARGUS to come in and pick up the metas."

"ARGUS? Why? We ain't handing anyone over to ‘em. Part of the agreement with Barry – the whole transporation gig is all acting to get the metas to feel indebted to me so they don’t cause trouble on their way outta town. No need for anyone to involve ARGUS at all."

"If I had to bet," Mick says, "it’s probably someone thinking that if government – quasi-government? – authority shows up, Barry will buckle on the giving ‘em up issue."

"Must be Joe," Len says, after a moment of staring in disbelief. "No one underestimates a person more than their overprotective dad, I'm given to understand. No way Barry buckles, not after the tongue-lashing we’ve all given him on the subject."

Mick rolls his eyes, not disagreeing. He'd been there for most of the excruciatingly long lecture Len and Nora had subjected Barry too.

"I assume you've got a plan to handle it?" Len asks, putting on his helmet.

Len is aware that people view him as the planner between the two of them, and they're usually right, but he needs time and space to make his plans. Mick is far better at coming up with plans on the fly to handle problems that arise spontaneously. That's what makes him an excellent enforcer – Len designs the overall plan, Mick makes it actually work by whatever means necessary and reasonable.

Mick grins. He definitely has a plan. "You remember the run-up of which metas we're transporting? One of 'em being Mark Mardon?"

"Weather guy, yeah," Len says. "Say, I didn’t ask Cisco about their nicknames. You think his villain nickname is 'The Weatherman'? Or ‘Storm’? He-Storm, to distinguish him from the comic books?"

"It better not be, because that’s just dumb," Mick says. "Putting that aside, here's the thing - his whole shtick is that he's out for revenge against West and the Flash for bringing down his brother when they first got started. A brother who got the same powers he did. Name of Clyde Mardon."

"Our new ghostly recruit, I'm guessing," Len says, starting to grin. "He gonna knock that ARGUS plane out of the sky?"

"All Clyde needs is enough juice to poltergeist and he assures us that we'll be seeing lightning."

"Excellent plan," Len says approvingly. “Send him to me; I’ll give him what he needs.” Then he hauls Mick in for a kiss. "See you on the other side."

All in all, the job goes well. ARGUS does send a plane, but it gets struck down by lightning, just as planned, and the metas are mostly rescued. Mostly, because one decides to gun for Barry with laser eyes, which, is unacceptable; Len ices him right off because that sort of stupidity deserves to be put to an immediate end. He spends a minute regretting the fatality of his actions – he really needs to figure out that whole cold field idea so that he can do more non-lethal stuff – before he realizes that he’s managed to get lucky and the guy didn’t have enough regrets to become a ghost.

At any rate, after that little show of force, the metas all give in pretty quick. Len's escorting them out of Central while Barry recovers from his latest bout with the cold gun – if you’re putting on a show, you’d better be ready to sell it good, in Len’s view – and goes to deal with his yellow archenemy problem.

Barry had better have a good plan to capture the guy this time, or Len’s gonna have to take matters into his own hand. At least Nora managed to find time to assure him that both Firestorm and Green Arrow’d been called in for the capture process, which should hopefully increase its chances of success.

But Len’s never been one not to stack the deck.

"Nora," Len calls.

"Isn't she back with Barry?" Lisa asks from where she's curled up behind him on the motorcycle as he leads the truck filled with meta supervillains out of town.

She is, but Len's found that more and more, the ghosts come when he calls them, no matter where they were originally.

Sure enough, it takes a minute, but then Nora appears alongside their convoy.

Len can feel Lisa's eyebrows go up behind him.

"Nora, what're BB's chances?"

"His name's Barry, not 'Baby Barry'," Nora says, like she hasn't been talking about her 'Beautiful Boy' since Len had first met her. "And – I don't know. Wells – Eobard, he says his name is – is still faster, I think, and he's taught Barry everything he knows."

"The time comes when the Apprentice turns upon the Master," Len intones. "Such is the Speedster code."

"I think you mean 'Sith'," Lisa sniggers.

"Maybe a little bit. Nora, when we stop, I wanna give you some extra juice, and I want you to save it for the big boss fight, okay?"

"How will I know –"

"You've seen enough movies, TV, video games, the rest. You'll know when it's the big boss fight."

“Why do you even think there will be a big boss fight?” Nora asks, crossing her arms and still easily keeping pace with Len’s bike. Ghosts, always overdramatic. “The plan is to gather everyone into a group and use our numbers to overwhelm Wells – er, Eobard, I think he said his name was? – and put him into a containment unit. No big boss fights.”

“This guy’s been a step ahead of you the whole way,” Len points out. “I’m not disagreeing with your plan, but I’m telling you, there’s going to be a big boss fight, and I want you to be ready.”

"I guess,” Nora says hesitantly.

Len reaches down and pulls a kitchen knife – long and sharp – out of a pouch on the cycle, and hits the gas until they're accelerating even more. He needs more speed for this. Besides, he doesn’t want the metas to see this, and he’s not going so fast that he can’t multitask. "Nora Allen," he says, and his voice has gone weird and echoing again, and he has no idea why. He really ought to make some time to look into that. "You died through steel and speed. I kill this knife for you, in the same way, for you to have. Take it as a gift from me to you."

And then he releases it.

Kitchen knives were not meant to hit asphalt at a hundred miles per hour.

He slows down carefully, braking by the city limits and waiting for the metas he's escorting to catch up.

Nora is staring at the knife that's just appeared in her hands. "Len," she says tremulously. "I can't –"

"You can," Len says, and extends a hand to her. "I'm gonna make you a full manifestation, and if Barry can't finish the job, you've gotta do it for him, okay? Your son is a good boy, a hero, and sometimes that's not what's needed."

"I've never killed anyone before."

"You're not killing someone," Lisa puts in. Huh, Nora must be on the audible spectrum at the moment. "You're killing the creature that orphaned your son, imprisoned your husband, killed you, and, according to Cisco, videotaped and manipulated your son for over a decade, shaping his opportunities and decisions in order to eventually kill him."

Nora's fingers tighten on the knife.

"You can do it," Len says encouragingly. Nora was never a violent manifestation, but she's still a ghost - and perhaps more importantly, a mother. "You're probably going to have to."

"Okay," she says, and takes Len's hand. Len feels the strength going – more than normal, since Nora Allen is so very far away from being a violent spirit and he's never raised her so much before, but it's fine; he's not expecting there to be much need for more energy tonight. A large dinner and a good night’s sleep should set him to rights.

"Good luck," Len says, and Lisa echoes it.

Nora nods, and vanishes.

"I hope she puts that knife into that fucker's heart," Lisa says. "Beautiful bit of irony, wouldn't you say?"

"Why do you think I got her a kitchen knife?"

"You drama queen you."

The other metas pull up as well when they see Len idling there, stolen truck coming to a halt. They jump out to look at him.

"I rescued you," Len tells them. "That earns me something. Now, I want you out of the city for a least six months, lying low, and then I get a heads-up before you come back. And that's not counting the favor you owe me."

One of the metas sneers. "Why should we listen to you?" he asks.

"Because you’re Central City criminals, the whole lot of you. You've all heard of me," Len points out again. "You know my rep. If you listen to me, you’ll get through this, the heat will die down, no problem; you don't, well..."

"We end up dead," one of them finishes. He looks like Clyde, so he must be Mark. "I've heard plenty about you, Snart."

Len shrugs. He's not wrong, even if Len has mostly stopped killing people in the last few years. Unless they’ve tried to kill him or a friend of his, of course. "I'm not gonna ice you for not listening to me on this, since you didn't sign up willingly," he says, ignoring Lisa's quiet groan at the pun. "But if you know what's good for you, you'll listen."

"Six months isn't so long," the nervous looking girl says. Shawna Baez, Len thinks her name is.

"I’ve got another idea," the first one says, sounding a little giddy, and Len's abruptly concerned about the look in his eyes.

"Lisa, off," he snaps and she scrambles away even as the meta turns into a poison gas and rushes towards Len.

Len barely has time to jump off his bike before lightning hits the ground in front of him, forcing Nimbus – that's his name, Kyle Nimbus; Len's heard of him before, a Family killer-for-hire gone bad – back away from Len.

"Picking sides, Mardon?" Nimbus snarls, reforming his top half like some sort of murderous genie.

"I didn't – " Mark says, eyes going wide. "That wasn't me!"

"Bullshit! Lightning strikes are your domain, Weather Wizard!"

"Wrong Mardon," Len says, and fires the cold gun at the more gaseous parts of Nimbus, freezing them solid and heavy.

Nimbus roars in rage and pain. "You little – "

"For some reason, I take it personally when people try to kill me," Len snarls back. Not just him, no less – attacking him when Lisa is around – that's more than enough for Len. Forget the no killing rule; some things are a step too far. “And when you try, you’d better damn well succeed on the first try – which you didn’t.”

"Your little cold gun doesn't work on me," Nimbus replies, kicking his way out of the ice. Len can see it's not true - he's having trouble moving, now, and he's left some parts of himself behind.

"How do you feel about gold?" Len asks.

"Gold? What about – "

Lisa fires.

The resulting gold statue is very pretty, all gaseous clouds clunking down to the ground.

Just for good measure, Len ices the statue and smashes it with his gun. Then he turns to look at the other metas, who are all wide-eyed. He grins, shoulders relaxing and voice going neutral again now that Nimbus is pretty definitively dead.

Len can always tell when someone dies. No ghost, either, but that’s pretty standard with psychopaths – you can’t have regrets if you don’t know the feeling.

"Any questions?" Len asks the whole group of them, pointedly not putting his gun down.

"Out of town, six months, yes, sir," the last guy – Bivolo? – says. "Also, I'm never making you mad."

"Good idea," Lisa says. "You really don't want to see that."

The metas leave, in drips and drabs and small groups, but Mardon – Mark – stays behind.

"Can we help you?" Len drawls.

"You said –" he says, hesitating. "Earlier. You said – 'wrong Mardon'?"

"Your brother also had weather powers," Lisa says.

"My brother – Clyde's dead."

"Death doesn't stop our reach," Lisa says haughtily. ”Your brother's a ghost."

"He – you can see ghosts?"

"Oh, and use them too," Lisa says, smiling in her best fake-sweet manner. "My big brother did tell you not to underestimate us. Listen, you get out of town, do as we say, and then make yourself useful coming back, we'll see what we can do about making him visible for you. Deal?"

"Yes, ma'am," Mardon says, eyes wide and impressed. "No offense, lady, but with a meta power like that, why're you bothering with the golden gun?"

"I like gold," Lisa says. "And ghosts make terrible weapons."

This isn't strictly true, but Len keeps quiet anyway until Mark leaves, practically oozing out awe as he does.

"You know he'll tell everyone you're a ghost-controlling meta, right?" Len asks mildly.

"I'd rather that I get the rep for that than you, big brother," she says. "This way, if anyone tries anything, you'll be able to rescue me."

"I'm assigning you ghost guards."

"Like you don't do that anyway."

"Yeah, but you ain’t supposed to know about 'em."

"I’m not stupid, Lenny – I may not be able to see them, but I know you."

"Maybe you two want to stop arguing and get home before the big speedster fight?" Mick suggests, appearing nearby.

"Not the worst idea," Len says.

As he told Nora, he has a bad feeling about the speedster fight. Len knows he's good with plans and Barry’s good with speed, but this Wells-Eobard guy's had a whole decade to plan this out and months to figure out the best ways to get under Barry's skin. If he's anywhere near the planner Barry has made him out to be, he's developed contingencies.

That’s why he gave Nora the knife.

He can only hope that’s enough.

Still, Len knows when it's not his fight. If he tries to get involved, even on Barry’s side, he'll just end up distracting the heroes right when they most need to focus.

He does drop Lisa off at the train station, sending her back to continue her masters' program in New York despite her complaints and whining.

"You sure you don't want her around for whatever's gonna happen?" Mick asks.

"I'd rather she not fail out," Len replies. "Plus, y'know, her not dying is rather important to me."

"I feel like you're being biased against the living-challenged."

"That is not a thing and tell Julie that it will never be a thing."

"Stop trying to make fetch happen," a nearby car-accident ghost pipes up.

"Not helping."

“I want to do more about the Santinis,” Mick says grimly. He’s been taking the lead in the Santini investigation, for obvious reasons; they still don’t know why they’ve been taking pot-shots at Len.

“They’re probably just pissy about me being back on their turf,” Len says. Not for the first time.

“We tried that theory out,” Mick points out. “We let the local Don take us in and gave him what for.”

“He didn’t know anything,” Len replies, revving up his cycle and driving home. “That much was obvious, given that he thought he could scare us away with a warning.”

“Which means someone else is trying to gun you down, and we don’t know who, or why, or how to stop them.”

“Mick…”

“Don’t Mick me! I wanna know who’s trying to kill my partner – and then I wanna get my hands on ‘em.”

“You will,” Len assures him. “I’m just saying, I still think it’s some up-and-coming asshole working with the Santinis to prove himself by offing me.”

“And I still think it’s something else.”

“Which is why you’re doing the investigating,” Len points out.

Naturally, less than two days later, someone tries to shoot Len from a window.

Mick tries to find them, but they’re gone by the time even he can get there; they must have not even bothered to wait to see if the bullet hit.

“Amateurs,” Len says, scowling. “That could’ve hit someone.”

“That could’ve hit you,” Mick points out.

“That, too. Okay, fine. Let's go figure this out."

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