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blackbat05 · 1 year

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Be My Shelter

Carter Hall x Reader

Plot: A series of misfortunes in a day leads you to meet the leader of JSA. Using prompt - “it’s raining and they huddle together under the roof” but with a special twist😉

Genre: PG-13

A/N: Guess who almost did it in less than three hours? After that breakthrough, I thought why not? As usual, congrats to @tom-whore-dleston and also tagging @wint3r-h3art since I saw from the previous story y’all are interested in his fics? No pressure though😬

You ran past the newspaper stand, throwing out apologies as you bumped into several people. The world really was against you sometimes.

Your alarm didn’t ring, the train broke down and now you’re here.

Holding your bag close, you attempt to weave through the morning crowd to some degree of success.

Some degree.

You felt a hard tug on your shoulder and you see a masked individual running away with your bag.

“Hey! Come back here you bastard!” You tried to battle with the influx of people going against you, finally managing to push your way through to see the culprit run down the street. Apparently, no one was interested in helping you - getting to work was evidently more important.

Still, you weren’t going to give up. Putting all your energy into your legs, you sprint in the same direction, determined to catch up with the robber.

As you turned into the next street, you’re shocked to see a small crowd forming up ahead. Curious, you head to the scene to see the same person who took your belongings being held down by a man wearing a burgundy suit and dress shoes that you swore could burn a hole in your pocket.

Walking to the front with muttered apologies, you stand in front of the man who was holding down the struggling robber with ease. In fact, the man looked almost unbothered.

“Is this yours?” He refers to your bag which you meekly nod.

“Thank you.” You placed a hand at your side, trying to get back your breath. “I’m so sorry but I really do have to get back to work. Do you think?”

His low baritone chuckle makes you twiddle your thumbs behind your back awkwardly.

“I got this. You can go.”

You bow in gratitude, scampering off to find the quickest bus to get to work.

Carter Hall watches your retreating back with interest, lingering gaze only broken when he can no longer see your figure.

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Another day, another battle fought. You trudged out of the office with your colleagues, the enforced camaraderie of office life being reiterated once again.

Waving goodbye, the group splits into their respective directions and you find yourself alone again.

The thunder rumbles above and you immediately search for your umbrella without much success. Just great.

There was still a while before the bus stop. You calculate the distance to the nearest shelter. No way you could make it with the impending thunder cloud looming over you. You just had to make do with what you had - control damage.

Taking out your cardigan, you held it over your head, continuing in a brisk walk.

The rain starts to get heavier and you are forced to slow down. You were determined to not make the end of the day as horrible as it started, bravely going forward despite your vision being limited by the downpour which was bound to soak you.

The squelch of your socks against the insoles of your shoes finally brings you back to reality. You can’t help but to tear up a little at the subpar day you had.

The rain stops and your positive that your exhausted mind is playing tricks on you. Glancing from the fabric of your cardigan, you see a golden wing shielding you from the torrential rain.

A man wearing a eagle shaped mask in the same shade of gold stands close to you, brown eyes piercing into yours.

“Hawkman.” Your breathed out, eyes widening. “Uh… thank you. Really.”

“Can I walk you back?”

You didn’t have much of an option being stuck in the middle of nowhere and your unlucky streak had bought you here.

“I would appreciate that.”

You notice that his other wing was at his side, letting the rain hit his armor.

“Are you not tired?” You asked, pointing at the wing that was shielding you from the rain. The innocent question throws Carter Hall off slightly and he chuckles. You freeze for a moment.

Where did you hear that sound before?

“My wings are made of a special metal. It won’t be that easy for me to tire out.”

You nod at his explanation. At a closer look, the gold metal was truly an art itself.

“Can I?”

“Be my guest.”

Your fingers move towards the metal, gently caressing the wings that you saw so often on television.

Feeling the hero’s gaze, you retreat your hand back quickly, not wanting to overstep.

With his company, you almost don’t realize that you had reached your destination. You see the front lights of the bus and for once, you wished that your dirt luck today would continue for a while more.

“Thank you again. I wouldn’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there.” You smile to which he returns in kind.

You really want to stay just for a little longer but the doors to the bus has opened and the driver looks at you impatiently.

Carter carefully guides you onto the steps of the bus before lowering his wings down.

You move to back of the bus, getting a seat. Turning back, you see the glint of golden armor in the rain. Carter doesn’t move from his spot until the back of the bus finally turns into a corner. He checks his surroundings before flying into the sky.

He’ll see her again. He just knows it.

#carter hall #carter hall fanfiction #carter hall imagine #carter hall x reader #black adam movie #justice society of america #aldis hodge #hawkman x reader #hawkman imagine #hawkman

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frenchiefitzhere · 2 years

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two major missed opportunities in black adam and a few things that were cool

Caveat 1: I saw the movie once and don't have access to any reference material, so this is all just from memory. Caveat 2: Although this is criticism, I do intend to be respectful of all the creators and others who put their hard work into the film. On the other hand, I know people who are writing fanfiction and making other content in...like...their spare time for zero budget who don't make as much money or get as much fame who can craft a story better than DC Studios, so here we go. DC can take the hit from lil ol' me. [spoilers below...obviously]

Missed Opportunity #1: Redemption Arc, Editing, and Pacing

So, it seems pretty clear that Amon is the reason Adam has any softness whatsoever after he busts out of his prison, and like many other stories, that's probably because of the fact that he's a dad who lost his son.

And so, what COULD have happened with that scene where Adam stops the bullet from hitting Amon in the face is a flashback (even for a second) to the arrows hitting Adam's son (instead of 17,000 of the same shot of him with just his wife...story's not about her...it's about the kid...that's clearly the story you were trying to tell, folks...why aren't you showing that?) Why? Because Dwayne Johnson was ACTING THE SHIT out of that moment. He knew what he was doing. That's the story he was trying to tell on his face, even though he's playing a character who's notoriously stoic. So why aren't we showing the audience the thoughts/memories behind those facial expressions? Because DC is mediocre at storytelling. That's why. Missed Opportunity #2: Theme of Liberation...and Pacing Again From the beginning of the movie, it seemed like there was this underlying theme of "the people" of Kahndaq being the ones who needed to be their own heroes and save themselves from oppression. This theme was, unfortunately, anemic through the rest of the story, the lowest point being when Sabbac raises up the legions of hell and the people are meant to be fighting in the streets. This should be their big moment but instead it lasts for about five seconds before Adam pulls off the hero moment and the fiery skeletons just go poof. But I guess the "good guys" won, so the people don't care? Idk. You get him smashing the throne. But basically, this is another thread that should've been running through the whole thing in a much more pronounced and meaningful way, but instead they just paid lip service. If it's gonna go in the script, it needs to go in every other aspect of the film. High Points: As I said...acting/casting: all good, all around. Aldis Hodge as Hawkman. hello, siiiiiirrrrr I am looking soooooooo respectfully at youuuuuu "I die by electricity!" Karim, you lovable goof!!! Truly lovable comic relief side character for once!!

#black adam #black adam movie #dc studios #thank you for coming to my TED talk

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chaneajoyyy · 4 years

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Quarantine Writing Challenge

Hey everyone!!! I hope ya’all are having an awesome day! As you all know @shaekingshitup and I have decided to host this writing challenge to get the creative juices flowing while we’re inside during the quaratine.

Rules: They’re simple! Pick an image in this Pinterest board that you like and write a story that’s 2500 words or less. Submissions (along with attachment of photo used) will be posted on Friday May 8th so we can all check out what everyone has come up with! If you wanna team up and do more than one submission, have at it! When you’re done, tag us in your stories so we can add you to the masterlist!

Please do not hesitate to hit us up if you have any questions! We can’t to seen what y’all have in store for us!!

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twistedcharismaaa · 4 years

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Happy Birthday

Summary: Aldis’ plea is finally heard.

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I hope you are doing well! I’m back with something new! It’s a little ... different but I hope you guys enjoy! Please leave a comment for ya girl! I love you guys so much!!!

He was searching for something deeper - something that he couldn’t easily put into words. Something that felt beyond him as if it was physically unattainable. Spiritual maybe? It was utterly inescapable, continuously plaguing his mind night after night gnawing at his thoughts like blackened crows. Imprisoned, forced to consume this feeling in his drinks, in his food, in his literature, and in his music as if he was endlessly damned. He screamed his frustrations to deafened ears and mourned to the blind. The only friend he knew was loneliness and he wished to know more - to be more. Something more than a shipwrecked mess but, as time passed he settled into bitterness as if they were silk sheets. Completely comfortable in being uncomfortable.

Another night, Aldis sat at his kitchen table drinking the clear liquid before him as if it was water. His eyes became glossed over with tiredness as his lips pressed against the rim of the cool glass letting his drunkenness shift into dark intoxication. Gradually his breathing slowed. With each drawing breath, his eyelids became as heavy as burdens. Finishing his drink with impure intentions he grunted loudly before slamming the glass on the walnut-colored table. Relying fully on the table’s solidity, Aldis staggered to his feet. He swayed back and forth like trees in a harsh wind as he traveled down the hall. After swinging his bedroom door open with accidental aggression, he teetered to his bed. Carelessly he plopped himself on the bed. He rested his aching mind on the plushness of the pillow and stared out of the window. With blurred vision he watched the rain pour harshly on his windowpane. He observed the rain crash onto his window like liberated ocean waves until he fell asleep.

After several hours he opened his eyes and saw her. A shimmering brown-skinned goddess laying her head cozily on the pillow beside him as if she belonged. She stared into his midnight-colored eyes as if she was searching for something. She wore a gentle smile on her parted lips as she gently stroked her golden necklace. Still staring into him, she fingered the medallion that rested in the center of her chest casually inching closer to him. Silently, she reached out to him slowly cupping his face gradually caressing it with tenderness. Even though Aldis was startled by the nameless stranger in his home, he couldn’t help but melt into her touch. He didn’t know if she was casting some type of spell or if this was her natural aura but, he felt peace. He enjoyed the way her thumb repeatedly brushed against his lonely cheek and the background noise of the thunder rumbling. His curious eyes wandered her soft features as if he was walking through an art gallery. Her skin was coated in the purest brown sugar and topped in the sweetest honey. He noticed the eerie makeup that tainted her almond complexion adding contrast to her light nature. As minutes passed, it seemed as if her coffee-colored eyes began to pierce through him. He placed his hand on top of hers as he closed his eyes reveling in the warmness of her palm as if he was at her mercy. He sighed deeply as he felt his hand become wet from his own hushed tears.

“I feel your pain,” the woman said earnestly.

“What is wrong with me?” he whispered in desperation.

“This world just isn’t enough for you. That’s all,” she responded.

Aldis opened his eyes, removed his hand from hers, and placed it on the mattress. The woman withdrew her hand from his cheek and settled it on her pillow. Aldis turned away from the stranger to lay flat on his back giving him a new comfortable position.

“I’m drunk,” he chuckled to himself while shaking his head.

“That’s true. But that doesn’t mean I’m not real,” she replied.

“Who are you?” he quizzed while staring at his white ceiling above.

“That doesn’t matter. But you can call me Aya,” she answered.

“Well, Aya, how did you find me?” Aldis questioned.

“I come to those who call out for me,” she said as she turned away from Aldis mimicking his current position.

“I don’t know you. So how could I possibly call out for you?” he asked as his brows furrowed from the confusion.

“You called me through your pain. I have many unique gifts and one of them is hearing the unheard,” she answered candidly.

“So if someone falls down and scrapes their knee, you come running?” he quizzed.

Aya felt the corners of her mouth curve upwards before she giggled.

“You’re funny,” she said. “Quite witty actually.” she continued.

Aya lifted herself off the bed slowly. She sat up while swinging her legs off the side of the bed before standing upright. She put her hand on the chilled window as she watched the raindrops splatter on the windowpane.

“But to answer your question, no. I only hear the uttermost of things. It’s like being drawn to something. I can’t exactly explain it to you fully. But I was drawn to you - I am drawn to you,” she said as she turned away from the window to face him.

Aldis turned his neck towards her and watched her quietly for a brief moment before sitting up. As he sat up, he was welcomed by an unfavorable headache. He swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood up gradually. He walked over to Aya fully towering her with his height. She looked up to him with eyes full of compassion.

“How do I live in a world that isn’t enough?” he asked candidly.

“You don’t. You make your own,” she answered confidently.

“How do I do that?” he questioned.

Aya looked down then back to him with a cunning look on her face.

“Rebirth,” she replied.

“Rebirth insinuates that something or someone must die,”

“It does,” she answered while nodding.

Aldis squinted his eyes as he sat back on his messy bed. He twiddled his thumbs repeatedly as he contemplated his next words. He bounced his right leg constantly as if he was nervous.

“You came to kill me,” he said. “You came to kill me,” he echoed.

“Aldis, do you trust me?” she asked kindly while extending her palm towards him.

“I’m so tired,” he answered with sorrowful eyes. He placed his hand in hers accepting her invitation.

“I don’t want to be tired anymore,” he continued.

“I know,” she answered softly.

Aya grabbed Aldis’ free hand as she stared into his vulnerable eyes. Her coffee-colored eyes began to glow brighter than the sun. Low clouds began to fill the vacant air. Aya shifted her neck towards the left then the right. Wings protruded from her back and fluttered gracefully. She quickly wrapped her wings around Aldis as if he was in a cocoon. She blew a quick breath at him causing him to feel weak. She released his hands and immediately seized his face.

“Every night you screamed to the heavens, I heard you. Every day you ached for peace, I felt it. I hear you, Aldis. You are heard and I promise your death will be glorious.” she whispered.

She smiled at Aldis once more before biting into his neck. She felt his warm blood glide down her throat like fine wine. Aldis’ eyes began to roll towards the back of his head as he felt himself losing consciousness. His mouth became agape as if he was gasping for air that wasn’t there. Aya removed her mouth from his neck as she watched a clear substance grow on his skin. The substance coated his sunkissed pigment forming a visible cocoon. Aya removed her wings and stepped back watching the cocoon grow rapidly. As Aldis took his last breath, the cocoon covered his face entirely.

“Happy Birthday, Aldis,” she spoke.

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Part 2

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#bonnie bennett #the vampire diaries #the originals #aldis hodge #aldis hodge x black reader #aldis hodge fanfiction #aldis hodge fanfic #aldis hodge movies #aldis hodge x black!reader #aldis hodge x !blackreader

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essaysbyciara · 4 years

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The Nerve | DeCourcy Ward (Aldis Hodge, ‘City on a Hill’) x Reader {Short}

Warnings: smut thoughts (Safe for work though! That’s my ministry.)

Inspired by that damn GIFset. Super short. Y’all know I don’t write smut so this was a challenge. If someone wants to add a smutty spin, feel free! I’m game.

This is for the fellow Aldis sisterwife, @twistedcharismaaa. XOXO.

DeCourcy.

He’s losing focus inside of this legal briefing, sitting in that brown leather chair with the gold grommets as he twists his body from to the left and right.The nerve of him.

With master precision, he’s texting you niceties about your curves. How your grey pencil skirt pinches your left thigh in such a way that the seam is screaming to come undone.

Similes and metaphors about how he’s craving to watch you come undone after this meeting is over. Again, the nerve.

Ward & Ward, his last name on the door, is the law firm he hopes to pass down to his children. Little ones he’s bound to create with you tonight once he can exit out of this meeting and get to you.

You’re over on the opposite side of the table. You’re the other Ward on the door. You gently kick one of his brown brogue shoes with your light grey stiletto pump. You can’t help but start drowning in your own mess as you read those texts about your body; about how he can’t wait to get you out of that skirt once this meeting is over. He wants to get to you.

The nerve. You’re trying to pay attention. If your clients win this case, you both could afford a new house for all of those new babies you two were set to make tonight. DeCourcy planned on twins. Maybe triplets.

The nerve of him.

You two met in law school. Legislation and regulation bored him to death but excited you to your core. You loved it so much that you didn’t notice DeCourcy staring mile-wide holes into you as you gazed intensely into your laptop; Your posture and the way your plush hips spread over the seat had his mind racing about how your aesthetics and posture would hold up doing other things. Your oversized college hoodie couldn’t hide how bad you were even if you tried hard enough.

The nerve of you.

He was scared to ask you out on a date. You were on the debate team so you were nothing to play around with. But when you inquired about joining a fellow student’s study group, he jumped in pretending to need help too. He was just only helping himself to you.

It didn’t take him long to help himself to multiple servings of you. You happily obliged. The nerve of the both of you to christen the new law school study room in the manner that you chose.

Just like y’all did this long conference room table where DeCourcey sits on edge and you sit in a puddle while he texts you niceties about your body screaming to jump out of that pencil skirt once this meeting is over.

What nerve.

#aldis hodge #decourcy ward #city on a hill #being single AND celibate can be trashhhhhhh #aldis hodge fanfiction

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leverage-writing-prompts · 3 years

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Leverage Writing Prompt #1

The team is inside a building while running a con. Due to the building being already unstable, a bomb, or writer’s preference, it collapses. Nate, Sophie, and Parker escape while Hardison and Eliot are trapped under the rubble. Hardison receives minor injuries but is panicking due to his experience in The Grave Danger Job. Eliot is severely injured and Hardison has to work through his panic to assist Eliot/keep him awake while the team above works to rescue their buried comrades.

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jack-the-bear · 3 years

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Okay so I’ve been thinking back to season 5’s episode, the corkscrew job, and I realized. I need a fic of Eliot slowly suffering from oxygen deprivation and the team scrambling to find a way to give him oxygen while in a completely different area, hearing him wheeze over the comms. And the aftercare. Yummy.

#leverage #leverage fanfiction #writing prompt #leverage prompt #fanfiction prompt #leverage fanfiction prompt #whump #Eliot Spencer whump #the corkscrew job #Christian kane #oxygen deprivation #aldis hodge #Alec hardison #Nate ford #Timothy hutton #parker #beth riesgraf

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zalrb · 5 years

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Okay so Zal about that HEA werewolf and Bonnie thing? Like what's up with that? Do you think you could see yourself writing a drabble or something for them?

All right, you’ve waited patiently so I wrote this up ;)

For those who don’t know what anon is talking about, this is the HEA headcanon: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/152294590515/i-keep-seeing-you-say-that-if-it-were-up-to-you

And it was put to a vote and it was decided that Aldis Hodge would play the werewolf boyfriend!

The First Meeting

Caroline was pounding on the door. “Bonnie! Bonnie,please open up. It’s Tyler. He’s in trouble!” More pounding. “Bonnie, please!”

The knocking was a thundering in Bonnie’s head. She’d only had a couple hourssleep after spending the night poring over grimoires, trying to find a way todefeat Klaus.

She opened the door, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What’s going on?”

Caroline sighed in relief. “There’s a pack of werewolves in Mystic Falls,” shesaid.

Bonnie hadn’t fully woken up yet, she failed to see what Caroline expected herto do. “OK.”

“I need you to talk to them.”

Bonnie pulled her robe tighter together. “Caroline, I don’t speak wolf.”

She tilted her head to the side. “But you do speak magic.”

“I don’t get it, why do you want me to talk to them? Tyler—”

“This is what I’m trying to tell you, they have Tyler.” It was then thatBonnie noticed the frenzied panic in Caroline’s expression. “They want to killKlaus.”

She was awake now. “They what?”

“That’s why they’re here. Bonnie, if they go through with this and manage tokill Klaus, all of us could be dead.” She paused. “Your mother could die.”

“OK.” Bonnie’s mind started to race with different possibilities and outcomes.“Did you tell anyone about this? Elena? Stefan?”

“I was going to—”

“Don’t,” said Bonnie. “Not yet.”

“Bonnie, do you get that we could die? Unless… did you find a way to break thesire line yet or find a way to take down Klaus without killing him?”

“I’m working on —”

“So then what am I supposed to do?”

“We’re going to talk to them,” said Bonnie. “And if we tell Elena or Stefanabout this, Damon might find out and I don’t want another war with thewerewolves, Caroline.”

Caroline sighed. “I just want to get Tyler back.”

“OK,” said Bonnie. “Do you know where they have him?”

She nodded.

“Give me a second to get ready and then we’ll go.”

They’d been walking in the woods for fifteenminutes, going deeper than they normally ventured.

“They’re really far in,” said Bonnie.

“We’d get there sooner if you picked up the pace,”Caroline muttered.

“Not all of us have super human speed, Caroline,”said Bonnie.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said “I’m just worriedabout Tyler.”

It was another couple of minutes before they madeit to a clearing and Bonnie figured that they were near, if not in, thewerewolf camp. Even though there was no one in sight, she could feel eyes onher, sense the presence of the supernatural; it called to the magic within her.

Caroline stopped and tensed.

“They’re here,” she said.

“I know,” said Bonnie.

In an instant, a group of twelve men and womenemerged from behind trees and bushes, one of them held onto a bound and gaggedTyler. He looked angry but otherwise unharmed.

“Tyler!” Caroline was about to speed forward whenhe shook his head to stop her. She glared at them.

“You gagged him?” she yelled.

“Only because he wouldn’t shut up,” said a brunettewoman.

A man looked at Bonnie and scoffed. “The vampirebrought a human to make her case?”

Before Bonnie could answer, a voice sounded fromthe trees. “She’s not just a human. She’s a witch.”

A man, not much older than them, stepped out from behind the trees,dark-skinned and broad-shouldered. Immediately, Bonnie could tell that he wasthe pack leader: he exuded an air of authority and power but without thesmugness of superiority — he had an earthiness to him that was both intenseand approachable and the other wolves looked to him with deference.

“A Bennett,” he continued.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, regarding him. He held her gaze as he walked into theclearing, staying on the opposite side of her and Caroline. His stare made herfeel strange but not unpleasant — connected, somehow. Drawn in. He washandsome, rugged, but that wasn’t the source of the flutter in her chest, thesudden heaviness of her breathing that he seemed to be experiencing as well.Whatever it was, it felt almost ethereal.

“How do you know that?” she asked.

He grinned. “Because it’s obvious.”

“Obvious,” she repeated. “What, like you have aradar or something?”

His grin widened to a smile. “Or something.”

When Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows, he laughed.“It’s the woods,” he said, gesturing to the trees around him. “It hums withyour magic.”

“Jel,” said one of the pack. “What are you doingtelling her this?”

He didn’t answer and Bonnie raised her headsceptically. “What makes you so special that you can sense that?”

“Werewolves aren’t like vampires,” he said. “We’reconnected to the earth, not like witches obviously, but most of us,” heglanced at Tyler, “aren’t tourists in the wilderness, we spend most of our timein it. Doesn’t it make sense to learn it, become one with it?”

“Then how come he couldn’t tell I was a witch.” Shelooked at the man who spoke first.

Jel shrugged. “Some of us are more ignorant thanothers.”

Bonnie pressed her lips together, trying not tolaugh at his joke when Caroline spoke, her tone impatient and forceful. She’dforgotten she was there.

“Well if you can sense her magic, you can sense howpowerful she is,” she said. “Is that really something you want to mess with?”

“Are you threatening us?” said a woman.

“It may not be the full moon but we outnumber youten to one,” said another.

“You have no idea what my friend can do,” saidCaroline. “None of you stand a chance.”

Bonnie raised her hands. “We don’t want abloodbath.”

Jel crossed his arms. “Then what do you want,Bennett?”

“Well for one, let our friend go,” said Bonnie.

He leaned against a boulder. “Can’t do that,” hesaid in a tone that sounded genuinely apologetic. “He might do somethingstupid.”

“Trying to stop you from killing him isn’t doingsomething stupid,” snapped Caroline.

“Trying to stop us from killing Klaus is,” hecountered.

“Look, we are not in the business of defendingKlaus Mikaelson but did you know that killing one Original vampire can kill hisentire line?” said Caroline. “That includes Tyler, that could include me.”

Bonnie stared at Jel, her eyes blazing. “That couldinclude my mother.”

Jel’s expression softened slightly. “That’sunfortunate,” he said.

There was a beat when Caroline threw her hands upin the air. “Really? Is that all you have to say?”

“Unfortunately personal losses are a given duringwar,” said Jel.

“And what would you know? It’s not you who’s dying,it’s not your friends,” said Caroline.

Jel’s eyes flashed with anger and as he took a stepforward, the pack encroached upon them, the woman holding Tyler, tightening hergrip. Caroline adopted a readied stance.

“Don’t you dare tell me about what losses I have orhaven’t encountered, vampire,” said Jel. “All of them at the hands of yourkind. I’m not here for a vacation.”

Pain shaded his tone and it was a pain thatBonnie could feel in her gut.

“We’re sorry,” she said.

Caroline looked at her. “We are?”

“This isn’t why we came here, Caroline.”

“No,” she said. “We came for Tyler and to stop themfrom killing us!”

Jel relaxed and then looked at Bonnie. “Take a walkwith me.”

The other wolves looked at him incredulously.

“A walk,”said Bonnie.

“Yes, away from here. I promise Tyler will remainunharmed, the blonde vampire will stay to make sure of that.”

Caroline grabbed Bonnie by the arm turned heraround so their backs were facing the pack.

“Bonnie, don’t,” she muttered through clenchedteeth.

Bonnie looked behind her to Jel who hadn’t takenhis eyes off her. She felt an odd kind of familiarity and an earnestness, apassion. She shook her head slightly andlooked back at Caroline.

“He won’t hurt me,” she said.

“Are you serious? He’s the enemy.”

“Honestly, Caroline, I don’t think he is.”

Caroline looked at her like she was crazy. “Why areyou so quick to trust him?”

“I don’t know, I have a feeling.”

“A feeling?”

Bonnie stared at her. “You trusted Tyler wouldn’thurt you when he first turned.”

“That’s different, we’ve known Tyler since we werekids.”

“And he was an ass for most of that time,” shesaid.

Caroline raised her eyebrows. “What?”

“I love Tyler, Caroline,” said Bonnie. “But he wasn’tthe most reliable guy when we were growing up, becoming a werewolf changed himand I’m just saying that there was something in Tyler that made you trust himeven though he could literally kill you with one bite.”

“Bonnie, you’re my best friend and we need you. Ican’t just let you go off with a werewolf pack leader, if anything happened toyou—”

“It won’t,” she said. “I can’t tell you how I knowthat but I just do. I’ll be safe with him. I promise.” Before Caroline couldprotest anymore, Bonnie turned back around and looked at Jel.

“Let’s go,” she said.

They walked even deeper in the woods, thefirst few minutes in a silence that was both comfortable and tense, charged. A part of Bonnie wanted thewalk to last forever.

“What’s your name?” said Jel finally.

She looked at him. “Really? That’s where you wantto start.”

“It feels weird to call you ‘Bennett’ all thetime,” said Jel. “And it’s a little unfair that you have my name and I don’thave yours.”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear Caroline say myname back there.”

He grinned. “Touche,” he said. “Bonnie Bennett.”

She smiled and shook her head. “I knew it.”

He turned to her, his eyes passing over her face. “Youlive up to Lucy’s description of you.”

Those words struck her in the chest. She stoppedwalking. Jel stopped a few paces ahead of her and turned around, his expressionserious.

“She saidyou’re one of the good ones,” he continued. “I sense that about you.”

Bonnie didn’t say anything.

“Do you sense that about me?” he asked.

She gaped at him for a minute, wrong-footed by thequestion. Her eyes fluttered slightly as she tried to think of something tosay, she wanted to be more wary, more suspicious but she ended up nodding. Heclosed his eyes briefly in what looked like relief.

“But that doesn’t mean that I condone you trying tokill my friends,” she said.

“I’m not trying to kill your friends, or yourfamily, I’m trying to kill a tyrannical psychopath.”

“Unfortunately in this situation, doing one is alsodoing the other.”

“Did you know that werewolves are basicallyextinct?” said Jel, walking up to her. “Vampires have been trying to eradicateus for centuries. We’ve gone into hiding, kept to ourselves and now KlausMikaelson is hunting us down and trying to turn us into hybrids for his ownprivate army. It won’t be long before none of us are left. I need to dosomething.”

“And your answer is killing thousands of vampires?Because that’s what’s going to happen if you take Klaus out.”

“I have no love-loss for the creatures who’ve beenhunting my people for much longer than either of us have been alive,” he said.“But I don’t relish the thought of murdering thousands of them. I relish thethought of keeping my pack, and whatever packs are left, safe.”

“And you don’t think that killing Klaus, killingall those vampires will just keep this war going?”

Jel shook his head. “It’s not those vampires thatyou’re worried about, it’s your friends. Everything you do is for them, is toprotect them. That blonde vampire—”

“Caroline,” said Bonnie.

“Caroline,” Jel corrected. “She spoke about youmore like a secret weapon than a friend.”

Bonnie’s jaw tightened. “How arrogant of you tomake judgements based on one encounter.”

“And how arrogant of you to come here thinking thatyour friends’ lives are more important than an entire race of werewolves.”

Bonnie licked her lips and then bit her lowerone. Everything about this argument was strange. She wasn’t angry or offended,she was inspired by his passion and felt deeply for his cause. She couldrecognize the same admiration for her in his eyes.

“I’ve been trying to find a way to incapacitateKlaus without killing him,” she said. “And I will find one.”

Jel quirked his eyebrow. “Really? Just you? It allfalls on your shoulders?”

“It wouldn’t if you helpedme.”

Bonnie didn’t know what made her say it but she felt a sudden aching to not only have him on their side but to have him by her side. She walked closer to him, her eyes searching his. Shecould hear his quiet inhale as she put both hands on his shoulders.

“Help mestop him,” she said. “Without the consequences of killing him. I will not hide anything from you, we’ll be doingthis together.”

He stared at her for a long time and she felt theway she did in the clearing, like there was nothing around but them.

“I’ll have to talk to my pack,” he said quietly. “ButI think we have a deal.”

Bonnie kept his gaze. “I can trust you.”

He nodded. “As a show of good faith, I will letTyler go.”

She closed her eyes. “Thank you.”

Jel regarded her before brushing Bonnie’s hair outof her face, it was a gesture she didn’t expect but what she expected even lesswas the spark that electrified her when her fingertip brushed her skin.

“I look forward to working with you, BonnieBennett.”

And he started heading back to the clearing.

#bonnie bennett #kat graham #the vampire diaries #headcanon #fanfiction #HEA #tvd #aldis hodge #anti-tvd #anti julie plec #anti caroline dries #kevin williamson #drabble #angst

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I have not watched Leverage and honestly all I know about it is from Tumblr and it all boils down to crime and OT3. So I must know, is the OT3 canon or fanon? Cause if it not canon I literally might cry cause the OT3 seems beautiful. My favorite part of looking in on this fandom.

Ok, so here's the rundown with the OT3, and I binged the WHOLE of the new series, so this is ripe with spoilers, don't read under the cut if you're looking to avoid those.

In the original show, it was not canon, but one of the pairings IN it is canon. And with or without the explicit statement of it, the Vibes are Immaculate (keep in mind, the show ran from like 2009-2013, and that media has come a LONG way in the past decade in terms of queer rep).

As for the reboot, here's my take on it: The Vibes are still incredibly Immaculate. The original canon couple out of the OT3 are still together and thriving, and while the OT3 has not been explicitly stated as canon yet, this was only the first half of the season, there are 8 more episodes coming out later, AND here's the kicker...Aldis Hodge (who plays Hardison, aka 1/3 of the OT3 and 1/2 of the canon pairing) is, sadly, not in the show all that much. Pretty sure there were scheduling conflicts, because his character goes off to become, like, a super-mega refugee activist and is still definitely a PRESENCE, but just not in the day-to-day cons this season. So it would be difficult to do an OT3 justice when 1/3 of your characters can't even, ya know, be there.

Would it have been nice to see clear canon confirmation of it in the first two episodes that have all three of them in it? HELL yeah. I know it's something that the head writer is supportive of, if nothing else. But as sucky as it is, poly rep is probably still a hard sell to networks, especially wholesome, positive poly rep. But even though we don't have the canon OT3 (yet) you know what we DID get?

An amazing display of a healthy relationship between the two who are canonically dating.

Emotional growth and closeness between all three of those characters, and again, absolutely Immaculate vibes, like, even if it's not a "canon" ship the found family is off the CHARTS.

A new character who is a canon queer woman of color and also just the Best.

I, personally, am just going to keep reading my fanfictions and enjoy whatever it is the show decides to give me. If it does give me actual, explicit polyamorous rep, I'll be over the moon, but even if they don't, the three of them DO 100% love each other, that is abundantly clear, and We as the Fans get to take that and do whatever we want with it.

#leverage redemption #leverage spoilers #leverage ot3 #parker (leverage)#alec hardison #eliot spencer #breanna casey

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blackaquokat · 5 years

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Reasons You Should Listen to All the Episode Commentaries for Leverage

--John Rogers is always drinking some kind of alcoholic beverage while doing so. He introduces himself at the beginning, pops the can/bottle open, and it begins.

--The writers/directors/producers freaking LOVED just about every part of the show. They are always heaping love onto the actors/the crew/the writers/the locations they filmed.

--Aldis Hodge starts joining in during Season 3 and always introduces himself as either, “DJ Chocolate Skittles,” “Cookie,” or, with a very specific vocal inflection that I don’t know how to describe, “SEXUAL CHOCOLATE!!” He also always has very interesting tidbits about approaching moments he’s improvised (which is almost all the best moments on the show) and about how he views Hardison.

--The creators also always talk about the Portland actors they worked with, because that’s where they filmed just about the whole show, and how talented those actors were. Very rarely did they bring up L.A. actors because they kept finding incredible talent in Portland, such as Detective Bonanno, Peggy, the Irish Mob actors in Boy’s Night Out, almost all of the clients and security guards, etc.

--Speaking of, they also keep talking about how they could imagine entirely other shows surrounding various characters they didn’t have enough time to dedicate to, such Sophie and Tara grifting together or the FBI Agent in the Radio Job having his own story. They wanted to bring back SO MANY different actors and characters who only appeared for brief times during the show.

--They talk about lots of lore that they couldn’t fit into the show. They say that the assassins from the Reunion Job and the Morning After Job are married, that the cop lady (they named her Officer Rose, specifically for fanfic references, because they hadn’t given her a name in the script and greatly regretted that because they loved this actor) that Eliot flirted with/distracted in Boy’s Night Out dated Rizzoli in the past (John Rogers was apparently very bitter that the writers hadn’t committed to Rizzolie and Isles being lesbians, he talks about it in the commentary twice), John Rogers even outright says that he believes that Maggie and Sophie were involved with each other in canon at one point.

--They encourage so much fanfiction ideas, both about the main cast and about minor characters. John says, and I quote, about the Girl’s Night Out scene where Sophie and Tara are searching that hotel bedroom together, “If this scene does not inspire some very raunchy fanfiction, we have failed our audience.”

--They respect their actors and characters. So much. They made a rule during the first two seasons to NOT sexualize Parker’s character unless she was on the grift and in control of the situation. They realized that the way Sophie and Nate were in S1, they hadn’t developed enough as characters be together during that season, so they changed it up because it was what the characters needed. They were very adamant about giving Parker and Hardison the lovely, slowburn romance they deserved, especially with how broken Parker was. So often, the writers said that the actors were so in-tune with their characters that all the directors did was point the camera at the actors and let them do their thing, because often the actors ad-libbed something in-character that ended up in the show., like Eliot and Sophie’s conversation about what’s under Nate’s bed in the Beantown Bailout Job.

--The big reason Aldis Hodge was casted to be Hardison was because he was the only actor who made about eight pages worth of story exposition sound fun and interesting and enjoyable, and most of Hardison’s dialogue involves exposition. Also, his improv game was STRONG.

--One of my favorite lines in the entire commentary involves John Rogers talking about the Girl’s Night Out Job: “DON’T DISEMPOWER YOUR FEMALE LEADS.”

--They talk about HILARIOUS scenes they wanted to include in the show but couldn’t: Parker’s first introduction to chocolate involving her almost eating through the table, Eliot’s flashback scene in the beginning of S5 involving him coming through Stargate, or Eliot appearing covered in green goo in a flashback in the First-Contact Job.

--There’s also a LOT of really good lessons and ideas about camerawork and set design and costume design and how they write the episodes which I imagine will be very helpful for burgeoning filmmakers.

--Another big rule was to treat every season like it would be the last one, because Dean and John HATED when show pulled that awful cliffhanger trick to get people to come back and watch more, both for Season Finales and from episode to episode. To quote John, “GIVE THE FANS THEIR F***ING ENDING!!”

--Competence Porn. The creators’ favorite term to use, because they know all fans have a competence kink, and Leverage is a show FULL of Competence Porn. They know what the fans want and they deliver.

--Basically, if you’re looking to write Leverage fanfiction and want to enjoy hearing from creators who actually respected and loved the show they created along with the actors and crews who helped make it happen, I highly recommend the Leverage commentary, it’s so enjoyable, they are all so animated the entire time they talk about it, it makes you excited just listening.

#leverage #kat rants

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emjayewrites · 3 years

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Masterpiece

Synopsis: After securing funding for the luxury watch collection, Basil Time Piece, actors Aldis and his brother, Edwin, obtains substantial success on their venture and soon develops a cult following for their creations. With more and more orders each passing week, Aldis ultimately decides to create a his and her watch design that features timeless gemstones from Italy. And, unfortunately for him, Aldis must collaborate with renowned gemologist and gemstone wholesaler Elodie Woods to complete the task. Having met Aldis a year ago at the International Horology Forum, the two share a mutual disdain for each other, but will the sheer romance of Rome influence Aldis and Elodie to forget the past or will it be too late to rectify?

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#aldis hodge x black oc #masterpiece #aldis hodge fanfiction #aldis hodge fanfic #slow burn #slight enemies to lovers #aldis hodge fic

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chaneajoyyy · 3 years

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so i’m watching Invisible Man and why is Aldis so fine... (also y’all got any fics for him) 👀👀

Aint he e finer than baby hair!!!!😫😫😫. You know it!!!

ALDIS “GODIVA DADDY” HODGE FICS

- mr. hodge, what you need series, unknown, happy birthday series- @twistedcharismaaa

- qunicy and coltrane series- @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers

- the nerve (decourcy ward x reader)- @essaysbyciara

- masterpiece series, just me and you- @emjayewrites

***PLEASE HIT ME UP IF THERE ARE MORE I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ON HERE, WATTPAD, AO3, FF.NET***

#the plug #librarian at your service #let's chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #aldis hodge fanfiction #aldis hodge x black!reader #anonny asks

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emenerd · 2 years

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Something that has always confused in the Leverage fandom (specifically in fanfiction) is how many people seem to think that Parker is younger than Hardison. They are actually the only two main characters in the original series who have given ages (though Parker’s is easy to miss and on her Alice White id, its in the Jurors job one, says she’s 29, Beth Riesgraf was 30 when the episode aired, but turn around time from filming to airing takes a while.)

Hardison though, Nate says that Hardison is 24 in the season finale of season 3 (San Lorenzo Job), and Aldis Hodge was 24 when that episode aired. It does come up throughout the show that Hardison is pretty young, he’s inexperienced compared to everyone else and his big crime in season 1 that Sterling wants to get him for was his first big heist when he was in high school.

Like there are reasons that people tend to think he’s older than he is, flashback scenes to when he was in high school look more late 80s/early 90s than early 2000s, probably because the creators and costumers were thinking more about their own time in high school rather than tying down a timeline. He does have some facial hair and some muscles, but tbh when I watched Leverage in high school he looked pretty similar to a lot of the senior guys I knew, especially in the first few seasons, and looking at him now in Leverage: Redemption, he looks like an adult in a way he just didn’t in the first series.

I know that white people tend to be bad at telling Black women and girls’ ages, I don’t know if that generally applies to Black men, I wouldn’t be surprised if it does, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if that’s a factor in this. I imagine that Parker being blonde and neuroatypical affected how people read her age as well and in comparison to Hardison’s. People do absolutely associate blonde with young, and quite frankly white autistic people, especially autistic women, tend to be infantilized.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but it’s a thing I find irritating in fanfic.This is partially because I may have A Thing about timelines and consistent numbers in fiction (ya’ll supernatural’s timeline drives me crazy, there are multiple skipped years because people kept adding time skips between seasons and then forgetting about it, when I was like 9 I calculated the timeline of the entire harry potter series using only chamber of secrets, the septimus heap series drives me up a wall and down again because the author clearly loves numbers (so many random number details add up to ten its great) but cannot keep track of character ages or timelines to save her life, I am very much Like This). But I think it’s also part of broader discomfort I have with how Hardison and (to a slightly lesser extant) Parker are often treated in fanfic, even in fic I generally like, and I don’t think I can fully articulate that here right now.

#my post

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