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nerdyenby · 9 months

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Lime time :D I’m watching Sniff

Their setup is suffering lmao

The extended discussion of if this team is family friendly or not and then Ollie’s “Okay FUCK” 😂😂😂

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to shoot people because I’m bad at the game” Sniff my beloved!!

Guqqie’s excitement over there not being fall damage is so real

Sniff kinda popping off!!!!

This team is so silly goofy, this is gonna be such a fun time :))

Sniff muting to gush about how nice their team is <333

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real fast” “Go piss, girl” SNIFF /pos

She said that to Purpled lmao 😂😂😂

Ollie being offended at the implication that he doesn’t sound Spanish enough

“I will be deafening during ace race to sing the I’m Just Ken song” “That’s fine” “Yeah, for sure” “That’s so fair, that’s just morally correct” Guqqie BASED

Rocket Spleef

THEYRE SO PREPARED!!!!!

Purpled is such a tryhard, I love him

“Not the puzzle pieces […] If I do bad in this game, I’m calling up Autism Speaks and I’m having a word with them, I’m just saying” that’s my audhd icon!!

“I’ve never been drunk before” and I believe him because Purpled Bedwars would never lie

Ableist map!!!! /j

“I love how we all look like little flies hanging out” Sniff Snifferish is only correct all the time

On the fence, what a legend!!!!!!

Purpled is too powerful you guys

Hole in the Wall

This isn’t a great game for them rip, at least it’s out of the way tho

Sniff and Guqqie <333

Everyone getting their chance to pop off my beloved

Sniff’s Purpled appreciation speech :(( them <3

Skybattle

“We don’t want people, we don’t like people” so true Purpled

SNIFF SNIFFERISHHHHHHH!!!!!! my streamer won skybattle

*Ollie instantly dies, is still screaming* “It’s okay, we move on” this team is everything to me, their energy is so

Ok but Guqqie managing a team kill in skybattle is so iconic of them

Yellow is a strong team, Ollie is one of the only players expressing a healthy fear of their raw power and I love him for that

Meltdown

Purpled and Guqqie being so excited about the new routes my beloved <333

They’re killing it!!!!

Purpled is such a good igl I will not shut up about it

#1 pink supporters fr :))

That fight against red was so uncomfortably close quarters lol, they did great tho

Sniff sacrificing herself to save Purpled, team player of all time <33

Guqqie and Sniff digging into Purpled for calling them “chat” my beloved

Battle Box

They did that!!!!

They popped off!!!! Absolutely destroyed!!!!!

Ace Race

The mega chicken’s betrayal was brutal

“I’m just Ken” 😭😭😭

NOOOOOOOOOOO SNIFFFFFFFF ;-;

Xeir recovery though!!!!! He’s making back that time!!

Grid Runners

“I’m sorry if it sounds like I’m barking orders” “You can bark, you can bark” “Yeah, you can meow if you’re up for it” this team 😂

Purpled losing his mind at that one pig is so valid but it’s also very funny to me

They’re on a roll!!!! Golf and dunk tank were clean

Purpled is confident with redstone, didn’t know that lol

Sands of Time

Excited about this strat :))

Guqqie do not apologize omg /aff

They’re so low on time, it’s stressing me out

Love them appreciating how much yellow popped off, they did incredible and it might be the biggest lead in season 3 (am definitely going to look into that now whoops)

Dodgebolt

“I love my girlfriend!!” “Really? No way, I never would’ve guessed” sapphic on sapphic violence lmao

Purpled asking if Walli can join the call lmao

You could tell me Purpled and Walli were boyfriends and I would believe you tbh, only inkling of hesitation is Purpled’s intentional token straight energy

Sniff popping off!!!! You owe corporations nothing and transphobes can fuck off

Purpled’s sympathy for Fruit’s plight my beloved

Them manually translating, language barriers lose!!!!

“I have adhd, I’m off my meds, please forgive me” SAME, WHERES MY FREAKING ADDERALL REFILL @mypsychiatrist

Great team, great times, great vibes :))

#mcc33 #mc championship #snifferish #guqqie #olliegamerz #purpled #nerdy’s MCC reactions #cw swearing #cw caps

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puppetsoftomorrow · 4 years

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okay so imagine: the trapped in the tv ep but with only british tv shows - if ur not british i'm sorry!! hopefully this will still be funny for you lol

No one was fazed as the classical music rang out overhead, and Nate and Mick waited patiently for it to finish. The pair were stood next to a low table, set on lush green grass and under a backdrop of a clear blue sky and a large country house, with people milling around and chatting, just quietly enough not to be heard over the music.

The logo flashed faintly in the sky, and Nate coughed, adjusting his glasses slightly.

"Well, here we have a lovely piece - a mantle clock, looks to be 17th Century, possibly Russian," He started, tipping the clock back slightly to get a better look at it. "Can you tell me a little more about how you came to have it?"

"It stole it." Mick shrugged. "It looked expensive."

"And you'd be correct." Nate said, waggling his finger to emphasize his point. "Made by an early pioneer of this type of time-keeping, Rip Hunter, the craftsmanship is just - exquisite, and there's not even - oh, there's a small dent here."

"Probably from when I hit Rasputin over the head with it." Mick said, and Nate nodded sagely.

"Well, even with that, it's extremely valuable - you don't see many of these pieces, I'm very honoured to be evaluating it. What do you think it's worth?"

"From the age and quality, I'd want a couple million." Mick grunted.

"And what would you use the money for?" Nate asked, and Mick shrugged again.

"Put Lita through college. Some for the Legends, buy more condiments."

"That sounds fantastic. Well -" Nate started, then paused for an unnaturally long time. Everyone held their breath. "I think, at auction, it could fetch up to £3 million."

Behind them, the Legends cheered, Ava punching the air. Mick nodded, then picked up the clock in his gloved hand wand walked off, swinging it as he did so.

///

The music faded out, and Sara shut the book she was reading, smiling widely. The nursery she was in was quiet, the children having not yet arrived for the day. "I didn't see you there! I'm Sara - what's your name?" She said, voice bright and bubbly.

There was silence for a few seconds, and Sara nodded, despite no one replying.

"Ah, of course. I'm so glad you're here - I need your help." She stood up, eyes wide. "There's a giant octopus named Tagumo terrorizing the village - and we need a special treat for the bake sale! But who should we ask for help?" She scratched her head in an exaggerated thinking motion, then stood up and walked backwards to the large, colourful map that hung on the nursery wall.

"We could ask - Ava the Bureaucrat?" She asked, pointing at a point on the map.

Ava popped up on screen, dressed in her suit and surrounded by stacks and stacks of papers, threatening to topple at any moment. She gave an exaggerated shrug.

"No, she's too busy. Maybe Nate the Historian?" Sara said in a sing-song voice.

At the top of a pink castle, a hand was waving.

"No, he's stuck at the top of his castle. Maybe Zari, the Cat Chat celebrity?"

Zari was on her phone but started to wave as the camera zoomed in on her.

"Yes, that's it! We'll ask Zari, the Cat Chat celebrity!" Sara said, smiling widely. "Come on, let's go to Zari's house!"

Sara walked through the quiet streets of Waverider, avoiding the large chunks of stone that were being thrown her way by an angry octopus. It was a sleepy seaside town, with brightly coloured buildings and extremely predictable weather, and she loved it. She stopped in front of the yellow house and knocked on the door.

"No! It's mine!" "It's mine!" came the muffled voices from inside.

"Oh no! I think Zari's having an argument with her brother Behrad." Sara said, eyes wide. "Let’s see if we can help."

She opened the door, where Zari and Behrad were having a tug of war with a small bracelet. Sara stood, hands on hips, with an exaggerated frown.

"Z! B! What's this?"

"It's my turn with the totem!" Behrad whined, and Zari stomped her foot.

"No, dummy, it's mine! You used it to beat Genghis Khan last week!"

"Did you two forget our last lesson, when we learnt about sharing?" Sara said, and the two broke apart, looking distinctly guilty.

“No, Miss Lance.” They said in unison.

“Good.” Sara said, smiling brightly. “How about – Zari, you use the family heirloom to capture the giant octopus, whilst Behrad and I make a treat for the bake sale!”

The pair brightened up. “Sounds great! We can make a Behrad brownie!” Behrad said brightly, moving towards the kitchen, when Sara put out her arm to stop him.

“Uh oh, did you forget something?”

Behrad struck his palm on his forehead with an exaggerated sigh.

“Whoops! Here you go, sis.” He said, passing the totem over. “I’m sorry I wasn’t sharing nicely.”

Zari shrugged, slipping the bracelet on. “I’m sorry too.” She said, and the pair hugged. When they broke apart, Zari blinked.

“Wait -”

///

The tannoy overhead started to play classical music, overlaid with the booming voice of an announcer. "DC's University Challenge! With your host - Raymond Palmer!"

The lights went up on the studio and Ray sat at a desk, smiling widely at the audience, shuffling his cards.

"Good evening and welcome to DC's University Challenge!” He said, barely being heard over the sounds of the audience clapping politely. He waited until they’d started to quiet down before beginning again. “Our first team tonight is the Time Bureau, a secret government organisation that has produced several bureaucrats, a multi-million-dollar magical creature theme park and around a dozen clones. The organisation has just under 1,000 employees and ranks number two in the inter-governmental department softball league. Their team tonight includes -"

"Hey! I'm Mona Wu, and I'm reading creature care and getting in touch with my wild side!" Mona said, waving and smiling brightly.

Gary coughed. "Uh - Hello - I'm Gary Green, and I'm studying as an apprentice of the dark arts under John Constantine."

"I'm Nate Heywood, and I'm doing a second PhD deductive historical reasoning and turning into steel." Nate said, giving the camera a mock salute.

"And finally, their Captain -"

"I'm Ava Sharpe, from 2213, and I'm reading how to move on from clone based psychological trauma." Ava said, nodding with a tight-lipped smile. She looked at her team – they looked good, all dressed in the Bureau suits. She hoped it would be enough to beat their opponents.

After the clapping ended, Ray gestured to the other side of the studio. "Our second team tonight are the Legends, founded in 2016 by Rip Hunter. Although seen as the underdogs, they won a comfortable victory against the Legion of Doom in the first round, answering questions on the French Revolution, punk rock and African oral history. With a combined age that's impossible to calculate, lets meet the team."

"Hey, I'm Behrad Tarazi, and I'm studying the air totem - but if my parents are watching, I'm studying .... business." Behrad said awkwardly, fiddling with the bracelet around his wrist.

"Hi, I'm Charlie, I'm from before the concept of time, and I'm reading loom weaving - and also shape-shifting." Charlie said, waving to the audience and adjusting the Beebo mascot they had placed behind their team name.

"I'm Mick." Mick grunted. There were a few seconds of silence before Ray spoke again.

"And their Captain -"

"Hey, I'm Sara Lance from Star City. I did two tours with the League of Assassins and now I'm reading kicking ass across the time stream." Sara said, pointing her finger guns towards Ava and winking, which caused the opposing captain to blush.

Ray set the cards down. "Right, well, we all know the rules, so I'll just get started. Your starter for 10 is - in the novels of Rebecca Silver, how many breasts does the alien queen Garima have?"

Mick was on the buzzer, but Mona was quicker. "Three!" She answered excitedly.

"I'm sorry, in the most recent novel, Death of a Rogue, she is revealed to have a secret fourth breast. Another starter for ten - the 1995 film Swamp Thaaang, written and directed by Greg Berlanti, was based on the memiors of what creature?"

John slapped the buzzer decisively. “Swamp Thing.”

Ray nodded and the crowd went wild. “Correct. Your questions will be on marine life. How many penis’ does a shark have?”

The team formed a little huddle, and Behrad shrugged.

“Anyone got any -” Sara started, but John cut in.

"Two." John said.

“Are you sure?” Sara asked, and John nodded, wincing slightly.

///

“Welcome back to – Top of the Pops!”

The lights came up on the little podium where Astra was standing, holding the slim microphone between her fingers, and she smiled widely.

"So, your top five this week is Doctor Mid-Nite with ‘Year 3000’ at number 5, Ava and the Clones with ‘The One and Only’ at number 4, Rip Hunter and Wally West with ‘Careless Whisper,’ entering the charts at number 3, and that was the JSA, staying strong at number 2 with ‘Kids in America.’ But, coming in hot at number 1, with their new hit ‘American Idiot’, it's the Legends of Tomorrow!"

Astra swept her hand towards the stage, where the lights came up to rapturous cheers from the audience.

"We are the Legends of Tomorrow - and we're here to change your destiny!" Charlie shouted into the mic, just as Mick started up on drums. Nate’s hands hovered over his bass guitar, looking over to Sara, who winked at him as the chords of her electric guitar rang out over the cheering audience.

///

(shows featured are - antiques roadshow, balamory, university challenge and top of the pops)

not featured: ava's very short episode of 'who do you think you are', the legends very chaotic stint on strictly come dancing and a master chef ep where the only food they make is mush variants

okay should i keep going!! should i post this on ao3? i wasn’t gonna but if ppl want me to i can :) thanks for reading!!

#phoebe lifeblogs #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow spoilers #my writing #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #i made myself laugh with this lmao

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chaoticquips · 5 years

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Wrapped Up

A reminder that @linklyshow is a wonderful person! An angel, best boy.

Continuation to my Coraline AU, although this is more like the end of the movie whoops!

The door slams shut behind him. He’s too busy trying to catch his breath and slow down the mounting panic to really revel in the cold draft that washes over his back.

It’s all normal again. No magic, no bugs, no sand filled needle creatures trying to grab at him-

It’s over.

When he moves, there’s a slight sting to his thigh. Grazes left from their fingers-

He pulls off his- Robin’s -glove and tucks the door key inside with shaking fingers. A wave of relief comes in and settles in his stomach as nausea. Numbly, he slides down against the wall until he’s slumped against it.

He almost... died in there. In a little door in a little house in the middle of no where with no one to even realize he was gone.

Shaky breath in. Shaky breath out. Repeat. He grips the glove tightly, feeling the outline of the key on his palm. It helps a little bit, reminding him of-

The front door opens. Wally scrambles to his feet in what can only be enthusiastic relief.

“Mom! Dad! Oh my god, I missed you so much!” With tear-filled eyes, he barrels into them. Hugs them tightly and breaths in that wonderful, parental smell of home. They’re home.

“Whoa! Slow down there, kiddo, you act like you haven’t seen us in ages!”

That’s... that’s not...

Eyes wide, he whips his head up to see none other than-

“Uncle Barry?!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Iris laughs at his side. She smooths a hand over his wild hair and Wally realizes what a mess he looks.

And that he’s still clinging to them like a life line.

He quickly lets go, sniffling. “S-Sorry! What are you guys doing here?”

“Well, your parents wanted us to come see the new place, get our opinion on it since, well...” Barry rubs the back of his head.

“You seemed lonely, all by yourself.” Iris cuts in, giving him that soft smile of hers that makes his chest feel a little too tight. A little too loved. “Sometimes new environments can be hard to settle into, it’s easier to have some sort of familiarity around, right?”

“What better familiarity than family, right kiddo?” Barry ruffles his hair and Wally chokes back a laugh that almost shoots out of his mouth like a sob.

“But it looks like you’ve been adjusting fine?” Iris says, shaking off her coat to hang on the rack next to the door. “Look at you, all dirtied up! What have you been up to today, Wally? Hopefully nothing too dangerous?” She shoots Barry that secret little look she sometimes does that makes him all nervous.

“What’s the look for, hun?”

“Oh, you know.”

Wally feels the weight on his chest disappear. A laugh trickles out as he takes their- warm, soft, real -hands and leads them into the house.

“There’s a garden outside, you wanna see it?”

“Sure! Let’s get you cleaned up first so your mother doesn’t have a fit.”

“Iris, we’re heading outside, he’s going to get dirty anyway-”

“Barry. Need I remind you of the dog incident?”

“I’ll shut up now.”

He can’t stop the smile on his face.

“I’m sorry.”

“Gah!” At the sudden voice, Wally falls backwards and drops in the deep pit he had just climbed out of.

“Oh, shi- shoot! I’m so sorry!” Hands suddenly pulling him up, too quickly too quickly, the world spinning as Wally rubs the winded feeling out of his chest. Taking a few deep breaths with his eyes closed, sitting up against the stone wall, he feels hands on his shoulders.

When he opens his eyes, he glares.

“Oh, you.”

“Uh, yeah. Me.” Robin says nervously. He’s wringing his hands together and actually looks a little... guilty? Wally sighs.

“Whaddya want now, gonna make fun of me again?” Wally moves to stand up but is swiftly pushed back down by Robin’s surprisingly firm hands.

“No!”

Rather than the firm, chunky feeling of Robin’s coat sleeves going over his palms, Wally realizes he’s looking for the soft feeling of gloves. He’s looking for warm, soft blue moonlight on a rooftop where he was taken off guard by someone surprisingly kind to him.

His face tingles where the Other Robin had...kissed him.

To push back the rising embarrassment and incoming blush, he immediately tries to focus on the stupidbutreallykindacute way this Robin styles his hair.

God dammit.

“I.. I wanted to apologize, for calling you weird.” Robin moves from a crouched position over Wally’s lap to sit with a hard thump on the ground in front of him. “I shouldn’t have said that, I really shouldn’t have. It’s just...” He sighs.

“I dunno, I don’t really have a lot of friends.” Wally snorts.

“You don’t say?”

“Shut up.” He whines out, nudging at Wally with his foot. “Point is, I said some stupid stuff I shouldn’t have about you and I feel bad. I thought you were like the other kids.” He’s hunched over himself, taking off his glasses for once and rubbing at his eyes.

Curiosity at what the weird kid who’s been harassing him all summer actually looks like strikes Wally like a harpoon. But he’s still kinda pissed, so he looks at Robin’s shoes instead before he sees anything.

... Jesus, those are some expensive shoes.

“What other kids?”

“The ones I go to school with. They... they say shit about me all the time and I didn’t realize you were just joking around. Defensive measures and all that.” He shrugs, voice muffled by his coat sleeves.

“Doesn’t make it all right though.” Wally says.

“Yeah, I know. It really doesn’t. Trust me, I’ve been beating myself up about this.” With a half hearted chuckle, Robin lifts up his left, bandaged hand away from his face, but stays hunched over.

“Wha- literally? Dude, what-”

“L-Like I said, I’m beating myself up about it and now I’m getting yelled at for doing that, so I’m apologizing.” Robin cuts in. A hot flash of sadness and anger rips through Wally.

“... So you’re just apologizing to me so you wont be in trouble anymore? If that’s all, fine, you’re forgiven, now go-”

“God dammit, no! I don’t want-!” Robin’s voice cracks as he slams his bandaged fist on the ground. “I don’t- I didn’t mean! Look, I’m trying to apologize!”

“Yeah, and you’re really bad at it!”

“I know!” He yells out.

“I mean, most people would have the decency to look me in the face if they were going to apologize-”

“I know, but I-!” Suddenly he stops. Wally watches the anger flow out of his body and hears him take a deep breath.

“You’re frustrating as hell, you know that right?” He says quietly to his expensive shoes.

“Hey man,-”

“Let’s start over!” He yells, pouncing forward and covering Wally’s eyes with his hands before he sees his face.

“Wha- dude! What the hell!” Wally reaches up and grabs at his hands, pulling them off. Belatedly he remembers the other boy is stronger than he looks. He doesn’t get far until his head nearly hits the wall behind him with the force of the other boy’s hands returning to his face.

“Let’s start over! First impressions are everything, right? We just got off on the wrong foot.”

“A few dozen times.” Wally mumbles.

“Just-!” Robin stops and sighs. “...Do you think we could be friends? If we actually tried this time? I wont call you weird, you don’t call me weird, no arguing unless it’s banter because it’s actually kinda fun with you.”

“Mm, I didn’t know friendships had rules.”

“Less rules, more like guidelines. A, what do people call it? A bro-code?” It’s the most anyone has ever tried with Wally before. He honestly feels a little touched his creepy neighbor is trying so hard.

“I... I think I can work with that. Y’know, considering how desperately you wanna be friends with me.”

“Oh shut up!” He can’t help but laugh at Robin’s expense and he’s pleasantly surprised to find the other boy laughing too.

“God, you’re a mess.” Robin laughs out.

“Me?!”

“Yes!” It takes them a second to calm down, but finally Robin’s hands pull off his face ever so slightly.

“I...I’m gonna take my hands off, ok? Then we can start over.”

“Dude, why are you nervous? You’re not horribly disfigured or something like that, right? Like, I don’t care if you are, it’s totally fine, just-”

Robin takes his hands off Wally’s face and gives him a smile so blinding he can’t tell if it’s the sun or not.

Wait, no, it’s definitely the sun. He had his eyes closed for too long.

“...So?”

“So what? I can’t see anything man, gimmie a second.” He rubs at his eyes while Robin stays strangely quiet. Then he clears his throat.

“Hi! You must be Wally West, right? I believe you’re renting one of the rooms in the Pink Palace, right? I’m the son of your landlord, Dick. It’s nice to meet you!”

When Wally opens his eyes, he almost doesn’t believe what he’s seeing.

Dick Grayson, acclaimed child prodigy and adopted son to billionaire Bruce Wayne, is sitting in front of him.

Directly in the dirt he had dug up for the tulips he had been planting.

When Wally just stares at Dick, his smile shrinks and he moves to pick at his bandages. He averts his eyes from Wally.

“I-I heard you were into science, right? That’s partially why you moved here, so you could go to the academy on scholarship? Or was it to take special summer classes? That’s pretty cool either way.”

“You’re-”

“I’m more of a math guy myself, y’know? And, uh, acrobatics but you probably already knew that.”

More silence.

“...Would you like me to grab you water or something? You look kinda pale-”

“You’re telling me,” Wally cuts him off, “That the creepy little shit who kept waking me up in the middle of the night to knock on my bedroom window, who stalked me for most of the summer, and almost got me killed is none other than the Dick Grayson.”

“Um. I resent the creepy part and... yes?” Wally takes a deep breath.

“Hoooooly shit.” Wally rubs his face with his hands because, wow. Didn’t see that one coming.

“But you get now, why I had to-”

“Hide your identity and be a total weirdo? Yup. It’s all coming full circle.” He makes a little circle in the air with his finger and Dick punches him gently.

“Hey!”

“Unbelievable. That’s... good God, I’m friends with a celebrity.”

“Don’t go telling the world, ok? Mostly because people are, y’know.”

“Nah man, my lips are sealed. Besides, you said it yourself, who would I tell?”

“...”

“...Too soon?” Dick gives him a half smile and helps him to his feet.

“So, uh, what did you mean when you said I almost got you killed?” Wally snorts.

“That is a long story that I’m 100% sure you’re not gonna believe.” Dick does his little half smile again and Wally decides that he thinks it’s fitting for the other boy.

“Try me. We’re friends now, I’m legally obligated to believe everything you say.”

“Alright.” Wally looks the other boy up and down, hand on his chin. Dick rolls his eyes with a grin.

“Your shoes are way too expensive for gardening.” In mock offense, Dick puts a hand on his own chest.

“Oh yeah? Well your jeans look too new to be gardening in!”

“My jeans?Take a look at your- dress pants? Really?”

“I might have taken a reaaaally long break from my ballroom dancing classes at the summer house. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m gonna, especially when your nanny yells at me for being a bad influence on a ‘high-class citizen’.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Alfred would never yell at you. He’ll just give you the scariest silent treatment and cook your favorite food slightly off so that there’s something funky about it, but you don’t know what.” When Wally gives him a strange look, Dick starts laughing about how Wally looks funny when he’s confused.

Wally realizes rich people are fucking weird.

Wally also realizes he really wants to reach out and hold his hand.

Then Wally realizes that without the glasses, Dick has really pretty eyes.

He’s so screwed.

#OH YOU KNOW....#just one boy having a good time #sorta???#its a yes their arguing is flirting and my mind can only be slightly swayed on that #fics #my work #birdflash #superheroes #dc #thank you for my lovely coraline au commissons linkly!!!!#i love them so much

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heller-obama · 5 years

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Operation Newsboy

And this is the chapter that was originally planned to be posted last night, but I just barely didn’t have enough time, so I’m posting this at 7 am before I get ready for the first day of school. Fun!

I also made a tag for what I write and a tag for this specific story (they’re the first two tags at the bottom)

Here’s the prologue, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, and chapter five if you hadn’t read them

Chapter 6

Words: 1,207

Warnings: uhhh blood(not graphic), injuries, swearing(idk if y’all care about that), horrible jokes

Editing: grammarly + read throughs

I shifted awake in my bed, the boys getting ready around me.

“C’mon, Speedy, get up!” Race whacked me in the face with his hat.

I groaned. “Yeah, yeah, I’m up.”

Sara’s voice crackled in my ear. “Wally, this is your complimentary 5:00 AM get-your-ass-out-of-bed call. Please get your ass out of bed.”

I activated my comms, and for the sake of Race and Sara, I said “I’m up!” really loudly.

“Good for you,” Race and Sara said, almost simultaneously.

I subtly switched my comms off.

As usual, we got ready to go out and sell papers.

“‘Ey, Jack! We is leavin’!” Elmer called.

“Go on without me!” Jack yelled.

Elmer looked at me. “You comin’, Speedy?”

“Nah. I’ll wait for Jack.”

”A’ight.” I saw them disappear down the stairs, then heard the tell-tale whoops and yells that meant that the newsies were up and ready for work.

Barely two minutes later, and Jack came down the stairs. “‘Ey, is you waitin’ for me, Speedy?”

“Yeah, just finished getting up, figured I’d wait.” I lied. But how do you say, ‘hey, I’m waiting for you so you don’t get brutally murdered in the street by some magical time assassin’? Well, I could say that, but I might sound a tad crazy. Okay, I’d sound a lot crazy.

Jack clapped my shoulder. “Aw, I’m touched.”

* * * # * * *

We were close, maybe a mile away from the distribution square, when stuff went down.

Jack was talking about the girl he met yesterday, in the theater and on the street, when I got this feeling that someone was following us. I whipped my head around, but no one was there.

“What’s with you?” Jack chuckled.

I shook my head. “I--it’s nothing.” I don’t know who I was trying to convince--me or Jack. “I thought I heard someone behind us.”

Jack looked behind us. “Well, there’s no one there. We’s are all safe—” An abnormally loud sound exploded somewhere off to the side of us, and I whipped my head around, the world slowing down around me. In the alleyway next to us, on the other side of Jack, I saw a dark figure holding what looked like a modern-age gun. There was a flash of light around the muzzle, and there was a bullet flying out of it. But something was wrong. The bullet was flying fast, faster than what should’ve been possible. It wasn’t a gun from my time; this was a gun from the future. Far into the future. I cursed the people who thought they needed to make guns with faster bullets. There was no time to try and grab it, it would just shred my hand. I dashed in front of Jack, and the bullet meant for his throat made its way into my shoulder. Who knew being tall saved history?

Time unfroze, and I stumbled, the force of the bullet knocking me back as it tore through my flesh and muscle. And it burned. Damn, it hurt. “What was that?” Jack asked, and I leaned on him to catch my balance. “Woah there, Speedy.” Jack chuckled and then frowned. “Wait. Weren’t you just—” He pointed to the other side of him.

“Ow.” I groaned.

Jack finally noticed the blood streaming out of my shoulder. “HOLY SHIT!” He leaned me against the side of a building and leaned over me.

“Ow.”

“When the hell did that happen?” At least he lowered his voice.

“Goddamn interdimensional time assassins with futuristic guns,” I muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“What do I do?”

“Stopping the bleeding would help.”

“Wally, you’s got a hole in your shoulder and you’s still being a smart-ass?”

“Pain sharpens my tongue.”

“You’re delusional.”

“No, I’m dying of blood loss.”

“Wally, since I’s don’t want you to die, I’mma let that slide.”

“Gee, I’m touched. Can I stop the bleeding now?” Somehow, I wrangled the vest off my chest and ripped a long strip off. I stood up, definitely with a struggle, and tied my makeshift bandage around my shoulder. My shoulder still felt like it was being melted in a forge, but it wasn’t streaming out anymore. It was less like a river and more like a creek. And then I crouched slightly, making sure my hat and bandage were securely fastened.

“What is you doin’?” Jack asked.

“Something I might regret,” I sighed. “Hop on.”

“Youse is delusional!” Jack protested. “You just got shot. I’s should be carryin’ you!”

“Jack,” I said sternly. “Get on my back before I pick you up and carry you like a bride on her honeymoon.”

He sighed. “I don’t know why we’s call you ‘Speedy’,” he grumbled. “we’s shoulda called youse Stubborn.” He hopped on my back anyway.

“Hold on tight,” I warned him.

“I ain’t grabbin’ your wound!”

“Then hold on to my neck!” Jack muttered something about me dying of strangulation before the blood loss killed me.

“Get ready,” I said, shifting my body.

“For what?”

“This.” I took off running, as fast as I could go with the shooting pain in my arm and the pain in the ass on my back.

The aforementioned pain in the ass starting yelling, swatting at the lighting around me.

In seconds, we made it to the park where we hid the Waverider. I stopped and let Jack off my back. He stumbled and threw up in a bush. “Yeah, get it out, bud.” I patted his back as he upchucked his breakfast and dinner in the bush.

“WHAT THE SHITTIN’ HOLY HELL WAS THAT?” He cried, wiping his face with his sleeve.

“Science.”

“That ain’t no science! That’s like that book Frankenstein!”

I was expecting some comic book reference or something. And then it dawned on me. I “Damn, you don’t have superheroes?”

“What?”

“Long story.”

Jack opened his mouth to say something when a bay door on the Waverider opened. Sara and Mick came out, her bo staff and his heat gun pointed directly at us.

“Wally, why the hell are you here? And why’d you bring him?” Sara yelled, lowering her staff. Mick, predictably, didn’t lower his gun.

Poor Jack was just too overwhelmed. His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed. Thankfully, I caught him before he fell.

“Now look what you’ve done!” I cried mockingly. “He’s out cold!” Sara and Mick just glared at me. “Can I come inside, at least?”

“We aren’t stopping you,” Sara said.

“Can you at least help me carry him inside, Mick?” I asked.

“Can’t you do it?” Mick growled.

“I would, but my arm hurts.” I motioned to the blood seeping through my makeshift vest bandage.

“Damn it, West, how’d you manage to get yourself shot?” Sara cried.

“That goddamn time assassin.”

“Care to elaborate?” Sara said, her hands on her hips.

“As long as Gideon stitches me up.”

“Of course she’s gonna—” She trailed off and sighed. “Rory, grab the kid.”

“Which one?”

“The one that’s passed out cold, genius.” While Mick grabbed the unconscious Jack, I walked into the Waverider, the pain in my shoulder slowly coming back as the adrenaline faded.

“I might need an Advil, too.” I joked.

Sara glanced at me, then at my wound. “Wally, you’re gonna need the whole damn bottle.”

#Jamie writes stuff #operation newsboy #superheroes weren't invented till 190something #in a comic strip #so yeah #there's your useless trivia fact of the day #these were horrible jokes I'm so sorry #Newsies #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #race #legends of tomorrow #Wally west #Sara lance #mick rory #the waverider #fanfic #fanfiction #writeblr

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embracesadness · 7 years

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Bluepulse Week - Day 3: Halloween

(Day 3! I really loved this one cause I got to write a comedy and I love writing comedies. Anywho, enjoy! I wrote this instead of doing my Financial Literacy homework, but these two are my life anyways! XD)

Admittedly, Bart didn’t exactly think this one out.

Then again, he reminded himself, when had he ever thought anything out in his life? He was pretty sure that from the moment he’d been born he’d been an impulse, out of control personality. How was he supposed to control his life when he’d never has a regular sense of “normalness”, anyways?

That’s right. It wasn’t his fault.

He told himself this as he rushed into the nearest Target to buy last minute Halloween candy. And when he said last minute, he meant last minute. Like, it was actually four in the afternoon on October thirty-first.

...Oops.

Bart looked through the aisles and huffed in annoyance when he saw there were no more bags left. How annoying. Jay and Joan were not going to be pleased. He sighed, pushing his hair out of his eyes at an awkward angle so that people would notice him. He did it to be annoying in class, but the habit had managed to stick.

Double oops, he supposed.

Out of the corner of his eye, something seemed to flash. Bart whipped around and his jaw hit the floor. There, in the masses of crazed Halloween obsessed maniacs looking for last minute costumes or decorations for a party, was the final bag of the “Ultra Jumbo Halloween Variety Chocolate Pack.”

What a moment to be alive.

Bart began to walk towards the bag calmly. However, he noticed another guy (probably around his age) walking in the same, general direction from across the aisle on the opposite end. They both narrowed their eyes at the same time. The dude walked a little faster. Bart began to speed hop towards this “Ultra Jumbo Halloween Variety Chocolate Pack.”

They eventually both took off in a full-out run, Bart letting a vicious battle cry rip and Dude grunting in an effort to get to the bag before Bart. They both reached the bag at the same time, grabbing it harshly.

For a fleeting second, Bart could feel Dude’s hand touch his and it actually felt sort of…nice. It was all warm and tingly. He felt as though he were floating.

He fell back to harsh reality pretty quickly though, as he and Dude crashed into one another at an alarming rate. Bart let out an “oomph” as he felt the Dude’s knee crash into his esophagus.

‘Hello acid reflux, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.’

He had the weirdest thoughts when he was in pain, Bart was thinking to himself, but quickly turned his attention back to Dude who was still holding on to his “Ultra Jumbo Halloween Variety Chocolate Pack.”

Stupid dude.

He hadn’t realized he had accidently voiced this particular thought until Dude glared at him angrily and muttered something in...was that Spanish? He was pretty sure that was Spanish.

Bart mustered a glare back, but failed pretty horribly. His friends told him he was too cute to pull of a glare.

“That’s my bag of chocolates.” he spoke matter-of-factly.

Dude huffed. “Doesn’t have your name on it.”

Bart gritted his teeth together. “Well, I could pull a pen out of my ass-”

“I don’t think you can store pens up there.”

“Just let go of my Ultra Jumbo Halloween Variety Chocolate Pack, man!” Bart cried out, tugging at the bag and then wincing because of the pressure it put on his chest. Dude just held on even tighter. They began to play tug-a-war with this bag of freaking chocolates as the dialogue continued.

“If I don’t get this home to my parents,” Dude was saying, “They will kill me!”

“Big whoop!” Bart retorted, “My cousin Wally will force me to babysit for his girlfriend’s niece again! She literally pulled a fucking Houdini on me last time I was tasked with “watching” her. More like she was watching me...from the windowsill.”

“I have a little sister who might as well have ADHD.” Dude continued on, “She is a fate worse than death. Literally. Just her alone.”

“At least she doesn’t just “poof, and she’s gone!” away from you in the middle of a Star Trek marathon!”

“Yeah, no, you’re right. She disappeared that one time it in the middle of Star Wars IV: A New Hope, didn’t she?”

“DUDE, I NEED THE FUCKING CANDY.”

“GIVE ME THE CHOCOLATES OR PREPARE TO FACE A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH!”

“FUNNY, I DON’T SEE YOUR LITTLE SISTER ANYWHERE.”

“I WILL BRING HER TO YOU.”

“I WILL FIGHT YOU, THIS IS THE LAST MOTHERFUCKING BAG IN THIS ENTIRE STORE!”

“THEN GO TO ANOTHER STORE!”

“YOU GO TO ANOTHER STORE, ASSHAT!”

Dude let out a cry of defeat before shoving the bag towards Bart. They’d been full on yelling, so they had the attention of the entire store. Dude kicked at the floor.

“Fine! Whatever! I’ll just go to another store!”

“Good luck with that…” Bart mumbled under his breath, but because he’d won this particular battle he didn’t say anything else other than that. Dude stormed out of the store pretty quickly after that. Bart looked at his watch. It was seventeen after four. He still had about a half hour to get home.

He was kicked out of the store after that for not showing the proper “etiquette in a public facility.”

“I’ll show you proper etiquette...” Bart grumbled the entire way home, snacking on some of the chocolates in the bag.

At least forty kids had come and gone from his house, taking most of his candy with them as they went, before he received the fated knock on his door. Bart swallowed the remaining Snickers in his mouth, adjusted his “I AM MYSELF FOR HALLOWEEN TO SHOW THE MONSTER INSIDE ME” sweatshirt and opened the door.

It was one kid this time around. A younger girl who could be maybe seven dressed to the literal brim in the pinkest princess dress he’d ever seen before in his life. She grinned a gap-toothed grin. “Trick or Treat!” she cried out with a slight accent. Bart grinned ferociously. Just how precious could one be?

“Well aren’t you the cutest little thing I’ve ever-”

He stopped himself dead in the middle of his sentence. Because there, standing right in front of him, God forbid, was fucking Dude. From the Target store. He was literally standing right there. And he seemed to be sizing Bart up too.

Oh God. He was going to get his ass kicked, wasn’t he?

It didn’t take Bart long to put two and two together. As he looked to the little girl, then back at Dude. Then back to the little girl and back to Dude. Finally, he turned to look at the half eaten chocolates on the front bench.

Bart wiped the chocolate stains from his mouth onto his sleeve and turned in almost a horror-movie fashion back towards Dude. He put on his best innocent grin and made finger guns towards him, laughing nervously.

“I don’t like being called cute.” Dudette called out solemnly, “I once killed my goldfish by flushing him down the toilet with the dirty water when I was trying to clean his tank. That’s not cute. That’s just torture.”

“Hi.” Dude said awkwardly.

“Hey.” Bart returned in an equally as awkward manner.

The three of them just stood there like that for what felt like it could’ve been hours but probably wasn’t. Dude fiddled with his fingers awkwardly. Bart shivered in the cold, October night.

Dudette finally rolled her eyes. “Are you going to give me my candy or not?” she sighed in a bored manner.

Bart’s jaw dropped for the second time that day. He began to stutter. Dude snickered.

“Nice one, hermana.” he chortled.

“Y-you’re just as bad as your brother!” Bart exclaimed. This time, it was Dude’s turn to be taken aback. He jumped to his own defence pretty quickly.

“Qué? I let you have the fuc-freaking candy and that’s how you’re going to play this?” he gasped in horror, letting the Halloween spirit take control of his soul for a moment.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my Esophagus rupturing.”

“Okay, you know what-”

“Candy?” Dudette whined.

Bart stormed over to the bag, grabbed a handful of Reese’s Pieces and chucked them over towards her. He stormed back over to Dude and poked him hard in the center of his chest.

“You are the reason that I’m an antisocial Cheeto Puff who stays in his room and plays video games all day!” he exclaimed.

“What does that even have to do with me?” Dude cried out in frustration.

“You make me afraid to go outside because the threat of the contents of my stomach bubbling back up into the tube in my chest is always lurking.”

“Dude, I didn’t even hit you that hard!” he exclaimed.

“Hey!” Bart huffed, “You can’t call me dude. You’re Dude.”

Dude rolled his eyes.

There was an ear piercing scream. Both boys yelped suddenly as their hands jumped up to their ears. This noise had to be the worst noise in the world. It sounded like somebody was dying when, in fact, it was just Dudette who had decided to throw the Biggest Temper Tantrum Ever™ at Bart’s doorstep for not having received her candy.

“Jesus! Jesus! Just take the bag, alright?” Bart cried over her screaming, throwing the entire bag of chocolates at her feet. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents down the drain. She stopped crying as soon as she saw the bag. She instead let out the biggest grin and leaned down to open an unopened package of Snickers, Bart’s favourite.

Dude smiled in that annoying, satisfied way that makes you want to punch somebody. Dudette munched happily on her chocolate.

“Well then,” Bart muttered, “It’s a happy ending for everyone.”

“Except you.” Dude teased, sticking out his tongue.

Bart rolled his eyes and stuck out his hand instead. “Let’s call a truce.” he announced. Dude raised an eyebrow, but reached out and shook his hand anyways. For a second, Bart felt like he was floating again. The feeling lasted a bit longer this time around.

“I guess I ended up getting the candy anyways.” he observed, an annoying hint of a smile still present on his face.

“Guess you did, Dude.” Bart admitted begrudgingly.

Dude rolled his eyes. “My name’s not Dude.”

“Sure it is.” Bart responded.

“It’s Jaime.”

“Heimy?”

“Jaime. The ‘J’ is pronounced as-You know what? Close enough.” Dude (the self-proclaimed “Jaime”) sighed in defeat. Bart nodded his head.

“Right. And what’s the little demon’s name?”

“I don’t know your name.” Jaime grinned.

“Hardy-har.” Bart stuck out his tongue. “It’s Bart.’

“Her name is Milagro.” Jaime said, motioning over to where Milagro was now happily consuming all of the remainder of Bart’s candy. Bart mumbled something about how demon children were a plague to the entirety of the Universe and it would be better to be rid of them before shaking his head and sighing.

“Not cute.” he agreed with her previous comment, “Not cute at all.”

“And you don’t even have to live with her.” Jaime and Bart shuddered in unison at that particular comment made by the former.

“My condolences.” Bart extended his sympathies towards the young man. Jaime grinned.

“You know who is pretty cute, though?” he asked.

“Zac Efron?”

“You.” Jaime answered his own question, shutting down Bart’s theory that Zac Efron was truly a God and wait did he just get called cute?

Bart bristled. “Say what?”

Jaime grinned. “Well, since we’ve officially run you out of your candy supply and you’re not doing anything else tonight since you’re an antisocial Cheeto Puff who stays in his room and plays video games all day-”

“Jesus.” Bart groaned in mortification.

“-why don’t you come out Trick or Treating with us? We can show you how to interact with human beings since you are clearly lacking in that area. That and maybe I can convince you to stick around for a second date.”

Bart paused and thought the offer over. It did seem like a cool idea. And he didn't have anything else planned for the evening other than curling up into a ball and crying over this terrible loss after such a great victory at the nearby Target.

He thought about all of these things, but what he said was;

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll let you have some of your chocolates.”

“Lemme’ grab my coat.” Bart rushed off to the nearest coat hanger. Jaime laughed, leaning against the door frame. Bart grabbed the house keys and called out to Jay and Joan that he was going out before remembering that Jay and Joan were also out at a Halloween party and that was the whole entire reason he had grabbed his keys in the first place-

“You coming?” Jaime, bless him, interrupted his train of thought. Bart grinned.

“For you? Always.” he responded. Jaime rolled his eyes, snickering all the while.

Bart smiled softly, cheeks flushing because, hey, the guy was not too shabby himself, before shutting the door and locking it into place. Milagro insisted this stranger hold her hand and as she began to drag Bart along, he reached back and intertwined Jaime’s fingers within his own. They locked eyes and smiled softly as both their cheeks turned red.

It was probably because of the cold.

Their conversation could still be heard as they walked away from Bart’s front porch and towards the next house.

“I didn’t think you’d actually bring your demon sister to my house.”

“Told you she was a force to be trifled with.”

“You weren’t lying.”

“Did your cousin’s girlfriend’s niece really disappear on you?”

“I swear to God she’ll be receiving a letter of recruitment from the Magician’s Council in the next few weeks and she’s only four months old…

-EmbraceSadness

#bluepulseweek17 #bluepulse #bart allen #Jaime Reyes #bart allen/jaime reyes #cute boyfriends meeting for the first time AU #cute #gay boyfriends #meeting for the first time #AU #Day 3 #writing prompt #Halloween #almost halloween #trickortreat #princess #speedbuggy #youngjustice

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idontneedasymbol · 7 years

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12x12 Stuck in the Middle (With You)

Wow what an ep! It was worth it for the mythology alone -- when the demon’s eyes went yellow I shrieked “HOLY SHIT!”, first time a reveal’s shocked that out of me, at least since we came back to the show (over a year ago now, whoops?) So Princes of Hell are immune to holy water. And do they stay in touch? Because Ramiel seemed to recognize Mary on some level...did Azazel talk about her? Or can he smell Azazel’s deal on her?

I’m not especially a Tarantino fan so didn’t catch more than the obvious references, but the pacing and title cards and time-flipping worked great, the ep moved. (And so did the boys, in total sync -- walking in slomo even, wow.) They can bring Richard Speight back to direct anytime, he’s batting 2 for 2, amazing.

And Team Free Will has never been so strong, oh my heart. Dean’s desperately reassuring “I’ve had worse” (yes, Dean -- ripped apart by a hell hound, shotgun to the gut, Metatron stabbing you -- you’ve definitely had worse, and you’ve died every time!), the “I love you all,” Sam dropping the spear to bolt to Cas’s side. And the double-handed helping Cas up was just the best.

Though I admit, my favorite moment, unexpectedly, might have been Crowley shutting his eyes when he heard what stabbed Cas. I can’t help it, I love what they’re doing with Crowley -- that TFW can’t trust him, should never trust him, he doesn’t deserve it, he will betray them, that’s what he is and does -- and yet he really is growing fond of them, entirely in spite of himself. That moment he just looks so upset, and it’s 50% grief for Cas, and 50% incredible frustration that this grief is genuine, something he’s really feeling, rather than something he’s faking to get on their good sides...no matter how much he tells himself that’s all it is.

One disappointment -- Dean stabbed a woman. First time in a season in a half (and the last ep was the first time he killed a female character since the end of s10...) I guess it was inevitable, but. Sigh.

The biggest question is what is going on with Mary. She’s been a strange figure all this season, not just not what we expected, but not as likable as you’d expect, either. And that seemed like poor writing, that they were burning through the good will most of the audience had for her (she’s their mom!!!) but it’s starting to look more like a deliberate choice; I’m not sure anymore that we’re supposed to be rooting for her.

She was especially odd in this ep, because on the one hand, she’s not telling them about the weapon she has that could be their best defense against the demon -- but on the other, that’s risking her life as well as theirs, because she is staying and fighting? @owehimeverything wanted to know, was the Colt even the BMOL’s request -- or was it Mary’s; did she request its location? It’s not clear at the end if she’s actually handing it over to Ketch, or just showing it off. (And if she is handing it over...is that the real Colt?) We’ve got some wild speculation about where this could be going, but while we’re likely way off, it feels like it’s a deliberate plot point. I just don’t know to what end.

The related question -- are the boys onto her? Because by the episode’s end, it really seems like they might have been. Dean shuts down Cas's question about what was stolen at the end so fast, it's the way he gets when he's trying to cover something up (that "dude was crazy, who knows what he's talking about?" is almost exactly what he tells Sam at one point to dodge the question when Sam's got Gadreel inside him). If Sam & Dean know that Team Free Will wasn't stealing anything, and Wally is dead, then by process of elimination, Mary has to be the thief.

Also, when Mary is talking to Ketch at the end, there's a brief shot of them from outside the cafe, through a window -- it could just be trying to find a cool angle, but the other shots in the ep are pretty tightly POV, so it may be implying someone is watching?

At any rate, this ep was a kick in the pants to the plot and I’m curious to see where it’s all heading (...seems pretty clear that they’re going up against another Prince, that Dagon (sp?) who is also interested in the nephilim...but without the spear or the Colt, what’s their play? The Princes are immune to holy water, the demon-killing knife, angel blades, devil’s traps; the First Blade is no longer an option. There is one more way we know of to kill powerful demons -- that could kill Lilith herself...but I don’t think the show is going to go there...is it???)

#stuck in the middle (with you)#season 12 #12x12 #spn 12x12 #spn meta #ep analysis #meta #my meta #spoilers #my post

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canaryatlaw · 7 years

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Okay so today was good for several reasons, one of them being despite having difficult falling asleep last night (because that's what happens when you sleep in) I was still able to get out of bed and didn't feel completely and utterly exhausted all day and don't feel all that exhausted now, so I'm calling that a win. Hopefully we can continue down this path and it's all signs of my body getting back to normal. But yeah, alarm went off at 7, got ready and took the bus to work, somewhere along the way I realized I left my blazer on my bedroom floor. Whoops. Not like it's a big deal though. Got to work and promptly had nothing to do, supervisor wasn't around and the lawyer on my calendar that I needed the file back from to continue my assignment was nowhere to be found, so I decided to be productive and write up my application for my school's public interest summer scholarship, which is due Friday. I had been unsure if I was going to apply because I didn't know if my possible position in NYC would be eligible for funding, but I emailed and asked yesterday and they said any non-profit or legal aid org internationally works so I'm good to go. It would be very nice to have funding (it's typically $5,000 for 10 weeks of working 40 hours a week) because if I get the NYC position I'll still have to cover rent at my Chicago apartment and presumably sublet an apartment in Brooklyn or nearby (because I'm not commuting from my house every day for 10 weeks, it's just not happening) and that can get pricey of course. The application starts like, write a statement, one page max, describing your public service work and of course my mind is going "oh crap I hope I can come up with enough" and of course as soon as I start writing the words just keep coming and soon enough I'm having to edit to keep it down to a page, lol. They wanted to know what positions you applied to and the status of your applications, and what specific school events sponsored by the public interest orgs you've volunteered at, then a cover letter, copy of your resume, and an unofficial transcript. The cover letter was easy enough, and I feel like I should have a solid shot because my public service background is ridiculously extensive (like it's actually insane) and this is very much what I want to do. So I was feeling good about that. I finished that sometime between 10:30 and 11, and there was still no sign of either of the people I was looking for, so I retreated to read some fan fiction and try to work down the ridiculous back up my inbox a bit (my goal for spring break is gonna be to get through all of it) which was of course highly enjoyable. Around noon I got my lunch and soon after found the lawyer I was looking for and received the file, so I got to work on that being that I had already spent time dicking around like I would on my lunch break, and I worked on that for the rest of the day. It's just more of the same trial prep, which is fairly monotonous as you're just summarizing every single page of a report into one giant document, and it's very slow to go through when you have a huge file to go through. So it's not terribly thrilling work, but it's good enough I suppose. I headed out shortly before 5, and DCFS guy from this summer was at the bus stop and onto the train with me since I was going downtown for class, so we talked and traded stories and all that, I forget how amusing he is (strictly platonic though). So that was an enjoyable bus/train ride. Got to the courthouse and panicked for a second because when I walked in it looked like everyone was wearing blazers because there are some weeks we have to dress professionally and OF COURSE this is the ONE day I forget my damn blazer, but upon further inquiry I found out we didn't have to and it was just people coming from work and others wearing sweaters, so that was a relief. Since we have an uneven number of people in our group for our mini-trials we're doing we have one guy from another group hanging with us for the next few weeks, and it happens to be that guy I kind of like to hang out with sometimes (I forget what I called him when I previously spoke about him, but he's been around) and we started talking and decided that we would be each other's witnesses for the mini-trials, and be partners for the final trial at the end of the semester, which I'm fairly satisfied with. He's kind of an ass but he's good and he's funny, so I'll take it, plus I think we work well together so that's a plus. Class we were doing opening statements and I hadn't fully memorized mine, but had a fair idea of the layout and did have my notes with me. Our case got called first, so it was plaintiff and then me. I remembered a surprising amount from memory and barely had to glance at my notes, something the professor noticed and complimented me on, so I was pleased with that. Got that over with, rest of the class was just others doing theirs, and we got out around 7:30 which was nice. I made it home by 8:35 and of course turned on legends immediately, from the beginning of the episode. You guys, this damn episode. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. It was SO good, I think my second favorite episode of the show just behind Turncoat. There's so much for me to geek out about, but first I have to say THE COMBAT. Watching Caity Lotz fight another version of herself was like, pure combat porn, so incredibly graceful and it was perfectly choreographed for her, just....gah, it makes my inner combat nerd so happy to see. I love Sara and Jax working as a team!! They're so great together. PEOPLE NEED TO STOP BEING MEAN TO MICK THOUGH. I was sad about Sara's comment that evil Mick would just be regular Mick. Like, no, he's come so far, even if he does want to kill Rip he's rather justified in that desire and he's not even close to the person he used to be, so stop shitting on him. As stated earlier I was so happy to see them openly acknowledge in canon that Sara is bisexual, specifically, just because of all the crap that happened earlier in the season and around the time of the crossover that had a lot of people very legitimately worried about what they were doing with her sexuality. It felt like we'd come a long way from there so it made me happy to see. GIDEON AND RIP THOUGH. ALL THE YES. They were so perfectly adorable and I totally ship Rip and his timeship (pun very much intended) even if it's partially driven by my desire to keep him from being shipped with certain female members of the crew that will remain unnamed, but that's more of just an added bonus. They were super cute and it was definitely very doctor who and his TARDIS, which I thought was great. Still very meh on Nate and Amaya as an actual couple, but they did manage to be rather cute tonight. And of course Ray would name the female T-Rex Gertrude. And the legends dolls he made, omg, I was dying. Ray you lovable dork. I think that covers most of my feelings on the matter, but yeah I liked it a lot and I like the direction we're headed in. It was still relatively early when I finished legends since we got out early, so I turned on the flash, which was also an exceptionally good episode, it was just so very sad for pretty much everyone. Poor Wally man, he was getting shat on from some many angles this whole episode. It was of course in the end their lack of working together as a team that did them in, which is of course a major theme of the series. DID I NOT TELL YOU THROWING THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE INTO THE SPEED FORCE WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA. I VERY MUCH DID BECAUSE I KNEW YOU'D ALSO TRAP SAVITAR IN THERE YOU IDIOT. But nobody listens to me.....lol. HR comforting Jessie was adorably sweet. The whole Barry and Iris engagement thing gave me a lot of feelings, because of course I want them to be together and get married but I understand how Iris feels now and I can't say I'd feel any differently if I was in her position (which, of course, I hope I never will be). I hope they work it out though because they clearly belong together. I thought it was odd Joe was all "why didn't you ask for my permission" when he proposed using the ring Joe had saved for him?? Didn't he have to ask Joe for the ring?? Lol what continuity?? Small potatoes though. Overall I really liked it. After that I still didn't feel like calling it a night since I don't have to get up super early tomorrow, so I decided to watch the premiere of Time After Time I missed the other night, not realizing it was a 2 hour premiere but ending up not caring. I thought it was very interesting! I'll definitely keep watching. HG Wells is a giant dork and as much as I will continue to yell at him for acting like a hopeless love struck idiot, he is an excellent protagonist and way to frame the story. The guy playing Jack the Ripper is all kinds of brilliant, definitely has the charming but chilling psychopath thing down to a science. So yeah, it was enjoyable and I'm on board the train did now at least. We'll see where it goes in the future. And alrighty folks, that's it for my day and it's past 1:30 am now so I think I will be trying to get some sleep now. Goodnight my loves. Have a wonderful tomorrow.

#daily journal #March 2017 #rachel watches legends of tomorrow #Rachel watches the flash

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Secrets

It’s been a while since I did one of my rewatch posts, and what better episode to hop back into the swing of things than Secrets? I remember the morning after this episode aired, I got my mom to sit down and watch it with me over breakfast because Artemis and Zee kicked so much ass and I figured she’d appreciate that (as well as the Marvin the Martian reference, hehe).

Nothing bad ever happens on Halloween, amiright?

I like how that museum curator guy just happens to decide that he REALLY needs to say the Beowulf sword incantation for that cop, you know, just in case some wacko in a cut up trench coat is crouching up in the rafters nearby and might need it or something. How considerate! (dude, you could have prevented this ENTIRE episode from happening if you had not said that. YOU HAD ONE JOB.)

“Mediocrity such as this is never far from Harm.” Is Harm insinuating that he attracts mediocrity? I know he means that as a compliment to himself but I just can’t help but see it as he’s a loser so he attracts other losers.

Harm reminds me of a guy that I went to high school with, that always had really long hair and wore all black and a trench coat like all the fucking time. I shit you not I think of that guy every time I watch this episode, the resemblance is uncanny.

In fact now I’m just imagining that Harm was some fucking edgelord that was like obsessed with old legends and creepy shit and then somehow got stuck on the Beowulf legend and the sword and started taking things too far.

LOL, Museum Curator is like okay see you guys, we’re fucked.

“The legends say the heart must be pure, they never said pure good.” You know, he really does have a point.

“Really, you’re not going to join in? What kind of wolf are you?” The kind that doesn’t respond to what arguably sounds like an actual dying dog, Wally.

Leave it to Conner to get Megan to wrap some toilet paper all over him and call himself a mummy. (I’m just kidding it’s probably not toilet paper but still)

Wally please stop with your face

Awww, poor Billy! He wants to hang out with the Team! He’s so precious <3

AW YEAH AND HERE ARE THE LADIES OF THE HOUR. (well actually of the half hour but)

Okay, I really do not fucking have a clue as to why, but for some reason whenever I see Artemis in that vampire get-up my brain likens her to one of those uh... ugh, that Scooby-Doo movie with the three sisters that sang in it? Were they humans or vampires? I don’t remember but for some odd ass reason I get vibes of one of those chicks (or all of them?) from Artemis the vampire. IT’S WEIRD.

Also why didn’t they give Artemis fangs. LOST. OPPORTUNITY.

On a shippers note I find it interesting that Wally is a werewolf and Artemis is a vampire. Obviously those two creatures of the night are often heavily entwined, be it as star-crossed lovers a la Underworld, or something more like Van Helsing. I wonder if the choice was intentional, or perhaps coincidental... considering there is 0 Wally and Artemis interaction in this episode. (kind of a shame, tbh, I feel there might have been some funny potential in at least having them comment on each other’s costumes or something at the beginning) Not to mention the fact that Artemis’s angry attitude in this episode has a whole lot to do with Wally, despite no interaction.

The Justice League didn’t have a Halloween Party!? WHAT A BUNCH OF LOSERS.

You know, I don’t believe that Wally or Artemis were really 100% oblivious to Conner and M’gann being a thing. I think for both of their parts it was something more along the lines of wishful thinking, or perhaps shrugging off certain blatant signs of affection as nothing more than friendship. Considering that Greg said neither Wally nor Artemis took the revelation as hard as they appear to (moreso in Artemis’s case, as Wally gets over it pretty much immediately compared to her) I think that deep down they were both kidding themselves. As has been said many times before, Conner and M’gann were merely distractions for both of them, somewhere to focus their affections when they were too scared to admit they liked the other, or when the other seemed unobtainable to them. Crutch crushes, if you will. For Artemis, Wally seemed out of reach, so she went back to hot, beefy Conner; for Wally, his intense and undeniable feelings for Artemis began to scare him, so he went back to safe, sweet Megan instead of confronting those feelings.

“You are so making this up to me later.” I think we all know what that means...

“Girl’s night out.”

Artemis is like AW YEAH MISPLACED AGGRESSION TIME.

“I know Artemis isn’t shooting straight. For starter’s she isn’t Green Arrow’s niece.” “What?” “Well, yeah, in fact she’s related to--” Awww, Dick was just so unconcerned about it and I love that. Like, he KNOWS and he doesn’t even consider for two seconds that Artemis is the Team mole. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: DICK AND ARTEMIS’S FRIENDSHIP IS SO IMPORTANT. (if you don’t think that Dick hacked into the Bat-computer and looked up info on Artemis pretty much the night she joined then you’re wrong)

Four for you, YJ Bats, sticking up for Artemis’s right to have a secret identity! See, this is the kind of times that I like Batman.

Why does Dick almost seem sad about there not being a traitor? I never could quite figure out what that expression of his is supposed to mean, unless it’s just a kind of like “I’m stumped” kind of sad/deflated thing. IDK

I was sooooo glad we got an episode of Zee and Artemis being badasses on motorcycles, considering those two were absent for the brief motorcycle fun times in Schooled.

I also liked the headcanon that Zatanna was borrowing Robin’s motorcycle in this episode, huehue. (too bad it uh... blew up)

I fucking love that Artemis has this kind of... like, attitude of being pissed off and just wanting to pummel the shit out of something instead of actually talk about it, especially considering it’s a matter of the heart. I don’t think Artemis follows the closed off trope per se, but she’s just so convinced that Wally doesn’t want her and that the Team would shun her if they found out about her family that she’s closing herself off where she normally wouldn’t. Like, I love that Zatanna tries to be a good friend and let her talk it out, but Artemis is only interested and venting some of her pent up anger on some hapless bastards. Her feelings and her secrets are eating her up from the inside out at this point.

“What I need is something to beat up.”

God Artemis is such a badass, can we just appreciate the fact that she’s a badass enough archer to fucking nail very precise targets from a moving vehicle? And then like, punches some guy as she’s driving past and finishes him off?

Harm is a fucking creeper.

“You know, there were easier ways to take them.” “Pfft, they had it coming, no harm done.” THAT’S RIGHT ARTEMIS YOU KICK BITCHES IN THE FACE. (especially considering the implications of what they were going to do when circling that blonde girl... they definitely deserved the punishment Artemis dished out)

“We get it, your name is Harm!”

“Their ridiculous garb--” Excuse me? Coming from the guy with no shirt on and a ripped up trench coat thing? Come on brah, who’s really ridiculous here? My ladies have style!

Let’s just take a moment to appreciate Zatanna’s awesome flip thing while saving Artemis, shall we?

Oh my god I forever love that Zatanna changes her fucking boots mid chase sequence because they’re impractical. XD

I’m always just a little bit disappointed that the dagger that slices Artemis’s mask didn’t leave a bloody scratch. Like, they could have gotten away with a red line on her cheek to represent it being a scratch. Idk, I’ve seen fics where she does have one and Wally asks about it and stuff like that, I choose to headcanon it nicked her skin.

I also kind of like that Zatanna lasts about two seconds against Harm but Artemis holds her own for a good minute or so. My point being that there’s an obvious contrast in each of their training, that Zatanna probably doesn’t physically fight very much due to her spells, where as Artemis is quite proficiently trained in melee as well as her bow and arrows. It’s also an interesting contrast in that they’re both technically “ranged” heroes if you will, but one of them is still more melee inclined than the other. This is in no way saying Zatanna is weak, I’m sure she at least knows some basic fighting/defense, I’m sure Zatara would’ve taught her something, but Artemis is clearly the winner here, especially with her upbringing (god knows all the shit Lawrence taught her). And in general I greatly appreciate that Artemis could have very easily just been the stereotypical “girl’s are ranged” trope with no combat prowess at all, but instead she’s inclined to both ways of fighting and in fact spends the majority of season 2 fighting melee with a sword.

Appreciation time for the rooftop fight, as the choreography for it is particularly top-notch!

Also, Artemis is fierce!

“You wanna play without the toys?”

Artemis, please, stop, you can’t just unleash that much of your badassery at once, it’s bad for my health!

Shipper goggles: When Harm hits Artemis in the face I’m always just like wondering how Wally would have reacted to that. For no other reason than shipper reasons. I would’ve just loved to see him be all like AW HELL NAW and just rush Harm recklessly and probably get his ass whooped.

“The martians are coming, the martians are coming!” Oh my fucking GOD this part cracks me the fuck up every time.

“Watch out! They have disintegration rays!” Conner, honey, I can tell you that you’re not getting an Oscar for that line delivery anytime soon.

THE CORNY ASS MUSIC I CANT

Wally is so silent this whole episode, though, tbh. He has like two lines at the beginning and then yells about martians, but other than that he’s completely silent, it’s weird.

SUDDENLY IT’S SAW UP IN HERE.

ARTEMIS AND ZEE USING STOVE GAS TO BLOW HIM THE FUCK UP, A++.

Oh, man, Artemis getting so... just absolutely fucking livid when she finds out that Harm murdered his sister. “You did this! To your own sister! And you had the gall to write beloved!” Like, she can’t even imagine doing that to Jade, or Jade doing that to her. They are very obviously on the opposite sides of the law, but when it comes down to it Jade nor Artemis would ever do anything that would kill the other, they love each other, and the idea that someone could do that to their own sibling just fucking appalls her.

“It can’t fight us while it fights itself!” FUCK HIM UP, ART!

How does that boot taste, mother fucker?!

“I still can’t believe someone could do that to his own sister... I mean if my...”

:((( Artemis you hurt me.

#ranty rewatches young justice

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