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“John.”
Zantanna’s voice had that cadence to it. Faintly strangled. Forcibly calm. Her rising blood pressure and rapidly approaching limit for his special brand of excitement evident in every single letter of his name.
Felt like old times.
“Z.” He said, smoke curling out of his mouth and billowing towards the dreary grey sky above. The one nice thing about Gotham, it had the same gloomy dark ambience of ol’ London town. “Long time no see. How’s show biz been treating you?”
He saw the faintest of twitches at the corner of her eye. Could almost hear her counting to ten in her head. He smiled at her winningly, leaning back against the damp bricks of the alleyway as he waited. More smoke drifted upward from beside him in time with a bored sigh. Patience was running out on all sides it seemed.
“That’s a child.”
“Sharp as ever.” He said, taking another drag. He nudged the child in question beside him gently with his elbow, glancing down with a sly grin. “See this is why the Justice League pay her the big bucks. Nothing gets past our Zantanna Zatara.”
He got a cloud of smoke blown directly in his face for that, little shit.
“John.”
“Z.”
“Why do you have a child? Why is the child smoking?”
“Long story.” He said with a wave of his hand.
“I learned it from watching him.” The kid said, with the same cadence as that old American commercial. All dramatic and overwrought emotion. The gremlin swooned against John's side in an imitation of collapse, hand holding the lit bifter coming up to their forhead to really sell the melodrama. He nudged his ghostly companion off, grinning at Zantanna’s slipping patience as he did.
“Don’t worry about it. Kid's fine.”
“A child wandering around with you in a dark ally in Gotham smoking cigarettes is fine?”
“I mean, I’m already dead. And short. It’s not like smoking is gonna be able to do any worse to me.”
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Coruscant Ballet presents Romeo and Julien--a critically acclaimed, passionate retelling of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet with some twists--returning this season by high demand. Equally joyous and poignant in its queerness, Romeo and Julien tells the story of two young men from families that would rather think their sons dead than accept their love. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Cody Fett have captured our hearts with their evocative performance full to the brim with yearning and a love so deep that you'll feel it from the balcony seats. Mace Windu takes Prokofiev's score and gives the haunting despair hope. Combined with Shaak Ti's inspirationally beautiful and tender choreography that simultaneously challenges and subverts the standards of masculine and feminine roles in ballet, this is a production you don't want to miss.
@codywanweek day 3: dancer au
[prints available!]
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Mammon pointed at you, doing nothing to cover up the snickers that bubbled out of him. His squeaky giggles would have been charming if it wasn't for the fact he was laughing at you.
"You're such a messy eater!" he exclaimed, eyeing the frosting the coated your lips. Another chuckle slipped past when he noticed the dollop on your nose.
You rolled your eyes and took another, equally messy bite of the cake that you had taken from the fridge. It was a leftover from your birthday party last night, and you could eat your cake any way you wanted to.
"Be quiet," you said, leaning back on the kitchen counter, "Just go and get your instant noodles or whatever you came here for."
Mammon crossed his arms and shook his head. "Nu-uh. I'm not leavin' until ya give me a bite of your cake."
You tapped your spoon on the rim of the bowl. "You're so greedy," you said, "Fine, but only the frosting."
"Wha--?! But that doesn't--" Mammon paused and sucked his teeth, "Alright, alright, whatever. Just gimme a taste."
"Close your eyes, first."
Mammon's glare suddenly softened, as his eyebrows turned upward. He glanced down at the ground, kicking the linoleum floor with a quiet squeak of his boot. He puffed up his cheeks a little and muttered something that that sounded like a strangled, "Okay."
You sighed. It didn't take much to embarrass Mammon. It was one of his many endearing traits. You held out the spoon in front of him and raised your eyebrows.
Mammon stared at it, almost going crossed eyed in the process. He took a deep breath and swallowed before closing his eyes and squeezing them shut. His lips were slightly parted, as he waited for you to feed him.
You placed the bowl and spoon on the counter behind you. Leaning in, your eyes fluttered shut, and you kissed him on the lips. His skin was warm and surprisingly soft. It sent a buzz that ricocheted throughout your body. Mammon flinched but didn't pull back. His lips puckered around yours, barely able to kiss you back before you parted from him. Mammon let out a low whine that he immediately stifled by biting his bottom lip. His cheeks were flushed, and the look he was giving you was hazy.
"Why did ya..." Mammon cleared his throat. "Why did ya do that?" He sounded breathless, as he spoke, almost as though he was struggling to think clearly.
You shurgged and licked your lips. The taste was sickeningly sweet against the tip of your tongue.
"Oh," he said, his voice shaky. Mammon's eyes widened, and he followed suit, licking all of the frosting you left on his mouth. "Oh," he repeated, a lot more quietly.
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I’m sorry but if Thor: Love and Thunder doesn’t have a post-credits scene of Dr. Darcy Lewis munching on Lay’s baked potato chips, watching the news, and totally flipping out when she sees Jane Foster Thor, than what’s the point.
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i think i'd be a really great comedian because they get to tell stories in the style of a person with SEVERE adhd. like i know i can't do this to my dad because he doesn't want me to tell him background info for the lead-up to a story for thirty minutes. but john mulaney get's up on that stage for a full two years and he's like "let me explain this phone call i got from pete davidson a few years ago for a third of an hour while you are all held captive without your cell phones and WATCH" like i could do that
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I just finished my reread of JLA: Tower of Babel and frankly, I'm surprised by the lack of Superbat fics about this plotline. I mean, it's the perfect setting for all the Superbat angst you could dream of.
How everyone keeps pointing out that Supes is the one closest to Batman, Clark emphatically referring to what happened as "your betrayal", how Bruce's files are cold and professional about everyone EXCEPT Clark (his fear of seeing him in pain), his guilt, how everyone else is loud and angry but Clark is silent and hurt, the fact Clark gave him the kryptonite in the first place. Clark having the final say and voting Bruce out of the League. Bruce KNOWING that he would do that and leaving because he didn't want to hear it.
The confrontation on Divided We Fall with all the accusations and the obvious hurt on both sides... then the agreement to reveal their identities together.
Tell me this wouldn't be an excellent break up/getting back together fic? The hurt/comfort of all times. If someone doesn't write this soon, I might have to.
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