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lonespektr · 2 years

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Sept 30th Day 14 Who invited them?

I will say the house from the trailer looks like the vibe from the house the invitation, in the hills, older fancy fish bowl terrible wack parking long chunky steps out front

But as soon as the film started.. it's a diff house

Ok y'all my Internet is being cute, third restart

Canyon Heights

Kid is having a night mare

Creeper stalker in an unmarked vehicle spotted

There's a materialistic fame spouse and a pragmatic spouse

And also fake friends

Brooke is me

The most scary aspect right now is how cringe and pathetic the guy is that's like are you impressed

They established the kid is out

Sexy funeral couple omg that's their label

Obligatory Title drop

The only real friends appear to be the ones who just hit something with their car

Ok my main attraction to this film is the concept of parties in general i am always weirded out when people just invite people into your house like big parties it's like who the fuck just comes to a strangers house

Strangers you meet at parties are for events not personal dwellings

Sexy funeral couple lied and said they were the neighbors and used transparent flattery and social climbing shit

And now they are developing small boundary violations to test the waters plus plying them with drugs and alcohol

My favorite other concept is WASPY culture of being polite far past when it's safe / past common sense

Never speak the truth the only woc is the only one telling the truth and the environment is attacking her for it til she gets wasted as she's been annoyed all night and appears annoyed by the entire move because she's pragmatic and they are overextended, like every american family

Here's the house lore

Double homicide spouses who had children

Obvs guess is that slick couple isn't a a couple they are brother and sister the children of the murdered spouses who apparently just stayed with the bodies for two weeks until the help can't round one day and called the cops

Shes testing with the classic negging dating tactics of "impress me i'm cooler than you"

Internet *shakes fist*

The tension build is good so far

The set design is decent enough

The writing is smooth in that drop this fucked up thing and walk away - which i love

😬😬😬😬

It's freezing 🥶🥶

My personal opinion but some of my fav writing is when the character tells you the truth but it's such a non sequitur and something people would never say that the WASP culture just takes hold and ppl go nm and later they do it and they go 😮

Well this woman is doing homework, they f'd up part is they are clearly excellent liars and scammers but they are poorly lying on purpose in order to appear embarrassed and at a disadvantage

When is the gun club reference going to come into use

Oh now

They are pushing on the sec boundary a lot but that doesn't negate my angle unfortunately...yet

That supposed to be a coyote ? Is she headed with the kid or just to get the monkey

Neal fucking sucks, she's still the only truth teller - the non white

They just came up against a hard boundary and the lady pushed with a why not

Woc is game douche cannoe white guy is condescendingly not

FUCK INTERNET

Dammit

This is especially wack because this is a tension builder film so everytime the Internet goes it breaks up the tension

Wish i could give you an accurate tension read folks

Lol they put dead (calling it a hamster) in her drink

It looked like a guinea pig

"having a sex thing" 🤣🤣🤣🤣

The next phenomenon is like the sunk costs where they have already let these people push past their boundaries so to justify that previous behavior they have to keep going

And just the universal awkwardness of how do i get people to leave my home when we want to go to bed

"i didn't want them to think i was lame"

There it is

Another red line.

They are both pushing the bedtime...with food? Interesting choi-

OMG INTERNET

I logged out n back n like a heathen to no effect

Another reboot

They both reinforced the boundary and so the sexy funeral pair switch tactics to making the couple fight each other again with the secrets that mined.

It's over halfway through if it goes again it's the weekend and i will pick it up tomorrow

"Home invasion" mention

Oy oy oy folks it's almost over

Dude why do you have to exacerbate everything

Lols they are giving the murder details

They finally said it "you two need to go"

They are fully teasing

Lol the count of ten

What a coward move i mean it's an attempt to change the scenery but in the worst way possible

Dropped the G word

And then they set up a weak stage verification of the neighborhood

One more drink then the kidding

Rutabaga

The marital tension of "I want my man to be strong" is a little played but it's not the main push

I was right whooo 🎉🎉

It is a direct attack on the waspy culture of silence because the kids are (now grown)

Are not alright because the parents were abusers

The added gut punch is

The neighbors WILL ABSOLUTELY leave a tacky ass noise complaint in a shitty passive aggressive note will call the police about noise but not

Real kids in danger being abused

Mom trying to go rambo but really drunk high coked-out

There's the gun club

Fucking ha!!! Wrong one

Sold the house/ for a bigger house

No??

Actual hamster

Taking psycho killers advice/ flowers for no reason

New house jitters

They kinda did end with the kid though that the kids might mares were probably just a manifestation his stresses of their shitty het marriage

Umm that was an interesting ending

#spooky 22 watch #who invited them #day 14

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leopardsealz-remaking · 4 years

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hate hate hate my animal hyperempathy

#starry vents #dnt rb #saw a negative post about a bug i like and i actually cried #my throats still tight #also w the asian hornets ppl are saying nasty things and calling them evil #calling them murder wasps n shit #just shut up. shut the fuck up #youre spreading misinfo but also its an animal it cant be evil #holy shit can ppl stop being so vile towards bugs esp wasps #and i WISH i could search up wasp stuff on tumblr w/o seeing vile garbage #theres the bugblr tag but thats not wasp specific #im sorry im just so upset

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theimpossiblehologramtree · 3 years

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Making Queen members flower crowns would include

Pairing: Queen members x reader

Word count: (altogether) 1800+

Warnings: some sickening fluff, oh and swearing but that’s a standard, some slightly suggestive themes in john’s (implied sex) but nothing accually happens except a kiss

A/N: Hello you beautiful people! I’m back (don’t get used to that tho lol) I thought of this two years ago when i first saw Bohemian Rhapsody (SO 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO). Freddie’s is gender neutral. I tried to add a “keep reading” button but I’m not sure it works tbh because this hell of a side never cooperates.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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Brian May

You were laying on Brian's lap, the sun hitting your face pleasantly. This week the weather was nice and warm, which was something extremely unusual in England, so the two of you decided to head out to the country and have a little picnic.

After what felt like hours spent in the car ("Brian, for Christ's sake, would you open the bloody window, I can't breathe!" and "Bri, I love you, but if we don't get there in five minutes, I'm going to murder you, I swear") you finally found a nice clearing, where you could relax and forget about the stresses of city life.

Brian put down a blanket on the grass, near a small stream that flew through the forest. He brought the bag with food and drinks (you didn't have a basket, so you had to improvise).

You quickly put some sunscreen on your face and laid down, keeping your head propped on Brian's lap. He put a hat over his face and fell asleep, his chest rising steadily.

After some time (that fucking wasp didn't let you sit in one place), you stood up and noticed many beautiful flowers, growing on a nearby bush. You got lost in picking up the most beautiful ones, admiring each one carefully. When you got enough, you sat back down and started tying the stems together.

Suddenly you got an idea. Careful not to wake him up, you began sticking the flowers in Brian's dark curls.

Your now decorated boyfriend woke up and stretched, not noticing the colourful addition to his hair. This made you chuckle softly, but you decided to see how long it would take him to realize.

+"What is it, babe? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, Bri, I just remembered a funny joke, that's all."

"Oh tell me, then."

"What’s the difference between a lawnmower and an electric guitar?"

"Hm?"

"You can tune a lawnmower!"

You both enjoyed the rest of the day swimming in the stream, sunbathing and eating the snack you brought. And Brian somehow still didn't notice.

Until it was time for you to get home.

You got in the car ("Open the window now, it's like in the oven in here!") and Brian looked into the rear-view mirror.

+"Hey, (Y/N), what the fuck is that? I love it."

Roger Taylor

So honestly it would probably happen during one of his concerts.

You were backstage watching the show, enjoying every second of it. Freddie was in the middle of shouting some (very inappropriate) compliments to Brian's ass, slapping his buttcheeks. The crowd immediately went wild hundreds of fans screamed in unison. You chuckled under your breath, flashing a white smile at your beloved boyfriend Roger and his bandmates. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. Surprised, you turned around, your eyes meeting Mary's.

+"What's up, kiddo?" she smirked and patted your back.

"Oh, nothing much. Just Freddie being Freddie," you replied, making both of you erupt with laughter.

Suddenly you felt a familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach. Out of nowhere, your hands became shaky, your breath shallow and quick. Feeling like you need some fresh air, you excused yourself.

+"Are you sure you're okay, (Y/N)?" Mary watched you carefully, her hand supporting you in case you fainted.

"Yes, Mary, I just need some fresh air. I'm extremely tired, and I haven't eaten anything since this morning" you reassured your friend. "I'm just gonna sit outside for a while."

"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked, still not convinced about your well-being.

"Yes, I wouldn't want to spoil the gig for you. I'll be back before you know it" you squeezed her hand and, after promising her to be careful, you headed outside.

You took a walk alongside the small patch of lawn beside the exit. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you noticed some daisies grow in the green grass. Without thinking much, you sat down and started picking them up and tying their stems together.

Your fingers worked quickly, making a beautiful flower crown, mindlessly.

Meanwhile, on stage, the boys were singing She makes me - a song that reminded Roger of you. He quickly glanced to his right, expecting to see your beautiful figure standing with Mary. But, much to his surprise, he couldn't see you anywhere. It was no secret that his eyesight was shit but, bloody hell, it wasn't that bad. His blue eyes were searching for you, frantically.

When the song ended, he quickly motioned to Freddie to take a quick break, while he went to check up on you. He practically sprinted to Mary, almost knocking down his drumkit and John.

+"You dumb fuck, watch where you're going, Rog!"

Usually, Roger would reply with some snarky comment, but at that moment he really didn't care. When he reached Mary, he didn't even need to ask her about you.

+"She's outside. Needed some fresh air" the girl shooked her head towards the exit.

Roger quickly walked outside, knowing that he couldn't stall the audience for too long. But at the same time, he must have made sure you were all right.

He got out of the building and searched for you. He spotted to sitting on a small patch of grass, holding a pretty flower crown in your hands. His heart ached at this sight.

+"Hello, love" he whispered, kneeling next to you. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I am, Rog" you kissed his cheek. "I just felt a bit off, that's all."

You felt your boyfriend press a kiss to your hair. You smiled at the feeling, leaning into his touch.

You finally placed the finished flower crown on his head, brushing away loose strands of sweaty hair from his face, your hand gently brushing his temple. He took your tiny hands in his and kissed your fingers.

+"Do you wanna go back in there, sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, looking deeply into your eyes.

You nodded and pecked his lips, "Of course, Rog, I wouldn't want to miss any more of your show."

He smiled and lead you inside, placing his hand on the small of your back. You returned to Mary and wished your boyfriend good luck.

Roger kept the flowers on his head throughout the whole gig, sending you a dashing smile and winking at you every now and again.

I just think Roger would look sososo pretty in a flower crown.

John Deacon

It was a lovely afternoon in London. You and your fiancé John decided to take a walk after the whole day in the studio, recording songs.

Taking a walk in a nearby park was a great way to destress and release the tension accumulated during the day. It was something John realized pretty early on in your relationship and took full advantage of it. He loved wandering along the pebbled pathways that swirled around beautiful trees and bushes full of colourful flowers. Being in the presence of nature made him feel at ease and helped him relax.

But the real reason why he enjoyed your walks so much was you. He adored seeing your face light up with joy when you saw a squirrel run up a branch of an old oak or when you spotted a particularly beautiful fish in the small pond. He could watch you pick up fallen leaves for ages and hear you talk to little kids in a playground, showing them the shiny rocks you collected along the way.

To be honest, he always dreamt about starting a family with you and seeing you get along with kids so well only increased that desire.

Often after a walk, he was in the mood™, which, considering his shy nature, always took you by surprise.

Oh man, he just loved taking a walk in the park.

And today was no different.

You were walking hand in hand, admiring the blossoming flowers. Occasionally, you would stop and pick them up, making a small bouquet in the process. White daisies, pink clovers and blue forget-me-nots accumulated with every step you took.

John was telling you about the new idea he had for a song, kissing your cheek every now and again.

Listening to him, you started to fiddle with the flowers, tying them in knots. After a while ("And then, I think, we could include a gong, you know?") you were done with your creation.

You put the flowers on John's head and kissed his temple.

+"What's that, darling?" he asked you, surprised.

"Nothing, but I think you look sensational, my love" you replied, smiling innocently.

You felt John's hand bring you closer to him. He kissed you, entangling his long and incredibly skilled fingers in your hair. The kiss soon turned into more heated one.

+"I'll show you how sensational I really am, pretty girl."

Freddie Mercury

So with Freddie, it was probably at one of his parties.

He invited you along to have a drink with him and his bandmates.

You usually weren't the one for big and loud parties, but he kept asking you and you gave in.

+"Oh okay, Fred, I'll do it," you said after the twentieth time he had asked you.

"Fantastic, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, loudly clapping his hands. "Just remember to wear a costume."

But you didn't really want to dress up in fancy dresses or costumes from different eras. Calling Mary, you asked her for advice and she told you to just wear some accessories.

So before the party, you went to a small flower shop and bought a small bouquet of purple lilacs. At home, you made a flower crown, hoping that dressing up as a nymph would be enough.

When you got to Freddie's house, you were greeted by a crowd of people in colourful skirts and suits with fashionable patterns. That's when you found Freddie, Roger, Brian and John, chilling on a couch with their dates.

+"Oh, (Y/N), you look marvellous, darling!" exclaimed Freddie dressed as a king, while he stood up to embrace you in a warm hug.

"Thank you, Fred, I made it myself" you smiled shyly.

You got some champagne and joined the conversation.

Suddenly, you felt a pat on your shoulder, and, when you turned around, you saw Freddie holding out a hand to you, asking you to dance with him. You gladly accepted and got up.

+"I really meant it, darling. You do look marvellous tonight" he whispered in your ear.

"Thank you, Freddie, you can have it if you'd like" you sent him a warm smile.

You took off his golden crown and set it aside. Gently taking off the flower crown from your head, you placed it on top of Fred's. He beamed at you and put his own crown on top of your head.

+"Now you rule here, darling."

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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 4 years

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Home (DonnyxFem!Reader Postwar AU)

Requested by @struggling-bee

@tealaquinn @war-obsessed @owba-chan @inglourious-imagines

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When the bands stopped marching, and the parade confetti was swept away, and the boys were all home, things seemed to be back to normal. Everyone seemed to live perfect lives in box homes. The boys were home. But for you, somehow the end of the war brought some problems... The boys came home... Meaning, your roommate immediately got married, and left you to pay all the rent. The boys came home... Meaning, you lost your job at the factory. Donny came home... Meaning, he was a decorated war vet, and was bored. He went back to work in his father's barbershop. He woke up in the same room he did as a kid. The adventures were over...Something he couldn't abide by. So he moved out... He kept his job, but he needed to start a life of his own... The interviews stopped and the awards waned. The war and the heroes were no longer on the front page. Something about communism and bolsheviks was on the front page, something Donny was too tired to read. He sighed, and flipped through the paper, finding a section full of people looking for roommates. His eyes ran lazily over the names, until he spotted a familiar name... "Y/n...Y/n L/n..." He squinted at the name as the dimming light began to set. He wondered if it was really you... And a day later, you wondered if it was really Donny. THE Donny Donowitz looking for a roommate...it was almost unimaginable to you... What were the odds... Then you wondered (and perhaps even hoped) that he'd recognized your name... And you caught yourself. You went to school together, that was all, and that was all years ago. He wouldn't have remembered you. Besides, being a war hero of his status probably made his ego blow up, and made him even more of a jerk than you remembered... Why would you even want to room with him? But somehow...even then you thought he was cute... "God damn it...." You muttered trying to get yourself to listen to yourself. Still you sighed...You always had a thing for that ballplayer...Boy could he swing, on the field, and in the clubs... You remembered seeing him that night...It was late May. A drowsy summer night, back in 1939. The world was consumed in a war that had not yet dawned on either of you. You had graduated from high school that afternoon. That night practically everyone you knew was at that dance. Donny was surrounded by his friends from the old baseball team, and the girls. You were with your friends on the other side of the club, dancing the night away. But every once in a while you'd glance at him, and wish you were the one he’d asked to dance... Then you'd laugh at yourself... That would never happen. Seven years passed, and there he was, at the door of your apartment. He wanted to look around before renting with you... You opened the door, genuinely praying that there was another jerk in Boston named, "Donny Donowitz...." But no. Of course there wasn't. He was leaning againt the doorway, "Y/n? It's really you! How are ya!?" You were a little shocked for a moment as you gripped onto the door, "You...you know my name?" "Of course I do! It hasn't been that long, has it? Graduation...well..I barely graduated...but it's only cause of you." He grinned, genuionely.

"Really?" He didn't quite catch the sarcasm in your voice. "Yeah! Ms. Changretta's history class was a fucking killer, and you saved me. Just like in physics...chemistry...art...anyway..." He cleared his throat. He felt so happy to see you again, and he couldn't quite catch why. You were just the girl he used to copy homework from... And maybe steal a glance at every now and then But that was just so long ago... Still, as hard as it was to admit...Donny Donowitz still had a crush on you, after all those years. He may have been a notorious war hero, but that didn't make him any less shy when it came to you... "Anyway....I heard you were lookin' for a roommate...and I'm looking for a roommate, and-" You raised your eyebrow, and subtly pressed your hand against your forehead, expecting it to burn, wondering if this was actually happening, "Come on in. Take a look around." He smiled a little. You always were a bit of a 'no nonsense' type of girl. Time was always of the essence with you... That didn't change, apparently. So he leveled with you, and you leveled with him. He needed a new place, asap. And you needed help with the rent.

Donny moved in, and life went on... Kind of... You had a job interview one morning, not long after. Your eyes shot open as you glanced at your clock. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." You shot out of bed when you smelled something in the kitchen. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." You threw a robe on as you sped walked to the impending disaster... Instead you found Donny standing at the stove, making omelettes... "Good mornin' Y/n..." God, he'd practiced that in his head a million times and still didn't come off the way he wanted to. "Everything ok?" He raised his eyebrow when he looked at you, seeing how frantic you looked. "I...thought something was burning. I mean...you did almost burn the labs down once...." He chuckled, "That was a long time ago, kid." You smiled a little, and he glanced back at you, catching a glimpse at you in your night down.

He clenched his jaw, and turned back to the stove, clearing his throat, "Come on Donny...she's just your roommate...she's too smart for you..."

You looked down at yourself...

"Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck..."

You stepped back into the hall, "I'll... I gotta get dressed..."

He nodded, "Yeah! I'll...get this ready for ya... No problem..."

You turned away, and walked back toward your room, but stopped for a moment...

Was he more of a sweetheart than you remembered?

Maybe...just maybe...you sighed.

Then you looked at the time.

You stormed through your closet and got dressed, washed up, and then rushed out.

"Wait! You gotta eat

something

You looked at him...

“Yup,” you thought damningly, He really was more of a sweetheart than you remembered.

He pitched an apple toward you. "Thanks, Donny!" You rushed out the door.

"Good luck-" You shut the door as he murmured, "doll..."

You ran all around Boston that day.

You had foolishly scheduled not one, not two, but three interviews back to back.

And halfway home you remembered you were out of milk...

And you decided to pick up some eggs too.

You sighed as you held the brown paper bags, and struggled to get your keys out. They fell to the ground. "Damn!"

You reached for them, just as someone else did.

"Rough day?" Donny got them for you and chuckled as he unlocked the door for you. He happened to just come back from work at the moment.

You both walked into the apartment. You flipped the lights on, he took the bags and set them on the kitchen counter as you took your coat off.

He put the groceries into the fridge, and smiled a little, appreciating that you brought some eggs...because he'd broken a lot of them accidentally that morning.

He was just nervous...Something that wasn't easy for him to admit, or even realize why.

"So, Y/n, how'd it go?" He turned over just as you set your coat onto the rack. And he saw a scar beginning at the right side of your neck, disappearing beneath your collar. You turned to him, but before you could answer, he saw the end of the scar. It ran from the right side of your throat to your left upper arm.

He was genuinely storming in his mind. He knew Boston was a rough town, but you had always been a bit calmer and smarter, and frankly more innocent. He wanted to know who gave you that scar, and who he'd fight for it.

"Where'd ya get that..." His voice was low, his eyes darting from the end of the scar back to your eyes, his brows furrowed.

You shook your head nad waved it off, "Ah, forget it."

"I won't."

The way he said it, you knew he meant it...

And if Donny Donowitz remembered anything, it was the face of every man who ever hurt one of his friends...

You sighed, "The pacific."

"Pacific?" He titled his head in confusion, "I thought you worked in the factory in the war."

"I did. But only for the last year of the war. Before that, I was a WAF." You knew he'd keep asking questions till he got the whole story, so you sat on the couch as you briefly explained, "We got shot down over some islands. I got this..." You gestured to your scar, a crude attempt at murder, and a ticket home the military called honorable discharge, but you called bullshit. Just a few months later, the WASP program was shut down... "That was that..."

"I didn't know you shipped out..." He sat by you.

You shrugged, "Just a few weeks after you did." He nodded, understanding that was enough war talk for one night. "So...how did it go?" You smiled softly, "I got a job." "Why're you sad?" His lip pouted a little, though he didn't notice...you did... You noticed back in eighth grade, when he liked a girl... 'No...it can't be...I'm imagining things...' You denied everything, to yourself, and to him. "I'm not." He narrowed his eyes. "I've known you since fifth grade, and you're gonna lie to me right in my face?" You turned your face away from him subtly, but he knew more than what you gave him credit for. He held your chin up gently, and turned your face back to his, "Hey, come on..." It was almost a whisper, but you could hear everything. The sincerity, the worry, the soft beginnings of love. Or at least, something like it. "You can tell me anything, kid." You sighed and leaned your head back onto the couch, "I used to be someone, Don..." Don... No one had called him that in so long. In fact, the last time he could remember someone calling him that was you, about seven years before, when you tutored him for a physics exam. Why he remembered that moment so vividly, he refused to explain to himself... But why he cared so much about it, and why it made him smile, he couldn't deny to himself. "What do you mean?" "I used to be a fucking pilot. I used to be head of my unit in the factory too for fuck's sake. I was top of the goddamn class all my life, and now all I can do is be a fucking secretary." You took a breath, "Now that the boys are home...girls like me have to stay home."

His heart broke in that moment... He could say anything, he could give you a million speeches, but not a word of it would change the truth of the matter. You, like millions of other women were robbed of the bit of humanity and freedom you had been given during war... Still, he tried his best... "Hey...Hey, come here." What possessed you to let yourself fall into his arms, you'd never know. But it didn't matter...because you did... And you fell for him, at last. "You'll always be someone." "Yeah?" Your head was in his lap, and you looked up at him. This time...This time he heard the sarcasm. He nodded, "Yeah. Everyone'll always be someone to somebody." What he really meant to say was: You'll always be everything to me... But somehow, after everything he did, every drop of blood he saw, every scalp he took...didn't matter. After all those years, he still couldn't muster up the courage to say it quite yet... "Easy for you to say, you killed fuckin' Hitler." You smirked as you looked up at him. His arms were around you protectively, his hands weaving their way through your hair, and his eyes tender, looking into yours. You'd known him for fifteen years... And you'd never seen his eyes like that before.

He smiled softly, and spoke like he'd been there all along, "You'll always be someone to me, doll..." Your heart skipped a beat, and in that moment, you found yourself in a place you never imagined. Far from war, out of a factory, and in someone's heart. You were home... And your head rested against his chest. The war was over, but there were still things worth fighting for... And from that moment on, it was you and Donny against the world.

Your lips pressed against Donny's in that moment. One of countless to come...

#Inglourious Basterds #inglourious basterds imagine #Donny Donowitz #donny donowitz x reader

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uncovereliminate · 5 years

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Splicers

Since I needed to do some research for a project I will be starting soon, I decided to put everything I found interesting about Splicers in one compact post for me to always find it back.

General Splicers

Thuggish Splicer

Leadhead Splicer

Spider Splicer

Nitro Splicer

Houdini Splicer

Because of the way this game works, a lot of the ‘standard’ splicers listed above use either the Splicer-models I am getting into further into this post or the standard model showing on their wiki.

Baby Jane

Came to Rapture to make it big in show business, but ended up having to resort to other means to get by. Can be heard constantly questioning the reality of the situation happening around her and regretting her loss of beauty.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK DIALOGUE

"Get away from my face!" [Screams] "Not on my face!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"It's my part! Mine!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"He left, he left, he left, left, left! He left! He left!"

"Came here to be a star! Came here to be a star- Not too late, not too late!"

"Mr. Ryan's gonna notice me, and I'm gonna be a star! It's not too late, not too late!"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

[Laughs] "And even that was a bad performance."

[Crying] "They'll be okay, right?! I mean, it was just- it was just an accident!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"Ow—! And I— used to love bees!"

"I had real talent!"

"I had innocence- I was innocent!"

"I had innocence! You took my innocence!"

"Parasite! Paparazzi!"

"Stop — STARING!"

"You're a plain little girl! Plain- too plain."

"This wasn't part of the deal!"

"Only geniuses get saved, lunkhead!"

"Your memories? Yeah, we don't need 'em."

"Why would you bring a kid?!"

"Send your daughter home, freak!"

"Just me and the roaches."

"Rejection." [Cries]

"I don't understand." [Cries]

"To have seen what I have seen… see what I see…"

"I worked hard to look this good, and they still appreciate it… some of them…"

"Hello my baby, hello my honey, la da di da da da [Hums] nothing like a good old picture show…"

"Siren Alley [Sigh] well, the rent is cheap and there's work."

"Can we try that scene over? I forgot my line."

The Breadwinner

A wanna-be big-shot who thinks money and fame are everything. He's convinced himself that Rapture’s downfall was just a small problem in his ultimate goal.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK DIALOGUE

"Finally. [coughs] Happy."

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on! Just- just let me explain, will ya?"

[Disgusted noise] "I'm too busy for this shit."

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"Yeah. Yeah, Ryan's gonna stake me, huh? Yeah! No, he- he'll stake us all. Just give it some time. Yeah, just a little time."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"You can’t take this from me!"

"Think you can take what’s mine?!"

"I ain’t gettin’ reborn with you, no way."

He also has very gross misogynistic lines that are uh... interesting for his character, but I don’t want to be near them with a ten-foot pole, so you can check out the wiki-page for those.

"I ain’t lost my touch, just look at me! I’m a king down here, a king! Yeah!"

"You think I’m that dumb?! Sure, sure, why not. You keep thinking that!"

"The business world’s ruthless, kid. Get used to it."

Dr. Grossman

A roaming medical professional who’s use of ADAM twisted his germophobia into something horrific. He can be seen trying to destroy/murder anything he deems unclean/unhealthy.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK DIALOGUE

"You're infecting this whole place!"

"You keep away from my patients!"

"You're crawling with disease!"

"Well, he won't get any better that way."

"I'm- I'm covered in his filth! DISGUSTING!"

"I've got patients to see, no time for distractions!"

"The subject… appears to have been ripped apart from the inside… probably a failed teleport."

"I- I try to help, but- sometimes I- I make mistakes… I try to help! But sometimes I- I make mistakes."

"I hate the babies, the most. They come out covered in death."

"I like the prestige, but I don't like the germs. The germs, they-they get under your nails, they crawl around at night."

"It's unsanitary in here, filthy! Come, let me take care of you."

"Haven't slept in weeks."

"Typical behavior for someone with your condition!"

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"My services, for free? [laughs] Get out!"

"I no longer require your services… nurse."

"Don't dare get your disease on me!"

"I killed [coughs] lost you! Once already."

"I guess it was just the wind… or was it a dream?"

"I gave up on helping people long ago, but I still ease their suffering.

"Might as well call me an undertaker these days… But, it suits me just fine."

"I come away from that damn clinic smelling like death. Everywhere! It smells like death!"

"Wait, my scrubs! All a-tatter?! Wha-what's happened here?"

"The thing about genes, they're just germs, and we're all crawling with them, all of us."

"Eternity will be so clean. So clean! So very, very clean!"

"The days are getting shorter! No no, that's not right!"

Ducky

A bitter lonely old man with a lot of prejudice who works security around Rapture. Becomes a devout part of ‘The Family’ during Bioshock II.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK DIALOGUE

"He-hey? Hello? I'm here." [Crying]

"Poor sucker… my soul… my soul."

"They'll never find out about this. It's all gone away."

"Stop this… this isn't what ya think it is."

"Those stupid kids… they don't even know."

"Somebody gotta keep order around this place. If not, it'll go to the parasites."

"All these parasites want a piece of this place. And we gotta guard the borders, we gotta keep 'em out."

"They want what we got. And we gotta defend what's ours!"

"The parasites, the papists, the race mixers- I got my eye on all of them!"

"I'm just lonely! I— I'm lonely!"

"Down on the ground! DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

"You can run, but we'll find you! We run this place from tips to toes!"

"Oh… gimme my hat, Emma. Sweet mother of mercy!"

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"Fuck it! God dammit! I hate bees!"

"Not the blood of the Son... my blood!"

"You wear the mark of the beast!"

"¡Qué estúpido!"

"¡Por favor! Help me!"

"¡Aye, Madonna mia! I'm bleeding!"

The rest is all religious rambling, and tbh ?? I have no time for it. Ducky really annoys me.

Lady Smith

One of the upper-class matrons of Rapture and pretty much a WASP stereotype. (I really don’t like her.)

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK DIALOGUE

"Darling, is that you?"

"Hello? Oh, get the door, Sydney!"

"Nothing there, but we should bring in the hounds from the stables, just the same."

"Audrey, Michelle, Peter, Thomas, William, Joseph… no wait, n-not Peter."

"My dear elite, no, distinguished friends. I've finally found the answer we've all been looking for!"

"Too introverted for anyone to notice."

"Charles! I think the negro cook's been stealing. It's always like that with the coloreds. Take, take, take."

"They always arrive with out-stretched hands. They're a tuneful people, I'll grant you, but so lazy."

"It's not like those people in Apollo Square. Animals, every one of them!"

"They talk talk talk, but in the end they've got nothing to offer society. Just more mouths to feed."

"Look at him, just lying there! Another parasite!"

"Run away! You people will never amount to anything!"

"You know what they do to vagrants in Rapture? They hang them!"

"You think you can just take what you want? This isn't the jungle!"

"There's proper folk, here. You don't fit in."

"It's always the same with you parasites, looking for a hand out."

"Yes, Dr. Steinman. Uh, no Dr. Steinman… sorry, Dr. Steinman."

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"Audrey, Michelle, Peter, Thomas, William, Joseph… Oh, no! No no no! Wait, not Peter!"

"I'm writing down your name, you filth!"

"The times may be unkind, but did you have to take our home? I raised my children there! Bastards!"

"I'm surrounded by them, and yet they can tell… I'm their better! They know it… I know it!"

"Three children. Yes, three little angels, all gone now. I wonder if they miss their mommy?"

"I'll not associate with your kind."

"This is an outrage! AN OUTRAGE!"

"Lester, where is my doll…?"

Toasty

I hope you guys will forgive me and also understand that I will honor the memory of Henry R. Lumley as he actually was and not as the horrible person the Bioshock devs painted him as.

I am still really disgusted by the fact that they would use his face as the model for Toasty (a literal murderer/rapist!) and never even asked his surviving family members if they could do such.

So I will skip this one, hope you don’t mind.

Pigskin

A young American football player pressured to Splice to become a better athlete. Unlike most Splicers, they seem to have partial awareness of what is happening to them.

(Honestly ?? they’re my personal favorites.)

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK DIALOGUE

"Uh, baby…? I'm- I'm… I'm all calmed down, now… Okay? So-… Just open?! Would ja- shit!"

"Hey, come on- come on… Joey's gone, alright? You- you could come out, now."

"Not today, Dad, alright? I mean god damn!"

"Eh, Mom…? Mom…? I- it's er-"

"It's alright, Dad. It's alright, Dad."

"It's cold… Stay- stay focused, stay whatever, stay in the game. Stay."

[Chuckle] "Oh, shit. Hey, Dad, check this out!"

"I… I know you… No, I- I know you. I- I- I know I know you. You're- you're- you're that guy with the writing."

"It- it's different, this time, ya know? Really, it is. It- it certainly is."

"I'm good enough…! Why don't you believe it?"

"I'm tryin', Mr. Ryan. Please don't judge me! Please!"

"Look at me, Mr. Ryan. I- I've got nothin' left to give."

"Mom…? Dad…? Can you come get me?"

"It hurts… It- it- it hurts just to breathe."

"He's an intruder… and- and they make us kill intruders."

"I just wanna go to sleep… Just wanna go to sleep, I just wanna go to sleep."

"They make me hate everything I see! They make me hate everything I see! They make me hate everything I see! They make me hate everything I see!"

"I do what I'm told! I just do what I'm told! I always just do what I'm told!"

"Where are you?! They'll kill me if I don't find you!"

"Better come out! It- it'll go easier for both of us!"

"Please, come on out! It'll be so much worse if you hide!"

"Do you have any idea what they'll do if I don't find you?!"

"Yeah, am I entertaining you? Great! Is this fun to watch?!"

"Mom. Mom? Look what I've done. Mom?"

"I did it, okay? He's dead! Now just leave me alone!"

"Why did you make me do it? Why?"

"There! He's dead! Now just shut up!"

"It's over, okay? It's over! Now just get out of my head!"

"It hurts! It hurts! Jesus, it hurts!"

Plastered Splicer

Splicers that fell victim to being turned into Cohen’s art-work. There are no specifics on how this exactly happened or how they function and are even still alive, but they are and they’re scary as feck.

Rosebud

A female worker frantically looking for her lost child (who has most likely been turned into a Little Sister). She is known as ‘ruthless and deceptive’, being one of the few Splicer-types that can actually set traps.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK DIALOGUE

"Behind every door, an opportunity is so dangerous. "

"A floor, one two three four six seven… twelve thirteen thirty-four twenty-seven."

"She's still breathing… Oh, of course she is, she's just a child…"

"Shh… Oh, no… Of course you're not dying, my little one. You're just a baby… Babies don't die."

"No… they won't take you… you're just a- a little child."

"But she's my little girl… She has my eyes, can't you see?"

"Ah, don't hurt her! No, please! Take me, instead!"

"Oh, please… please… you don't want my girl. She's no use to you… can't you take… the neighbor's girl, instead?"

"Take me! Take my body! Take anything! Just don't hurt- take my little one!"

"Wake up, sleepy. [Chuckle] They're gone… Please? Please…? Please?!"

"I have time monster. I have all the time in the ocean."

"Kislány! Are you there, little child?"

"Sweetness? Mama's here to hold you."

"Sweetheart…? Where are you…? Come out, please… Mama just wants to hold you."

"Why would you take my little one?!"

Waders

The model for the secretly religious zealot from Bioshock (pretty much the same function as Ducky from Bioshock II) he believes he is avenging angel serving an angry God by punishing the sinful denizens of Rapture.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK DIALOGUE

"You'll open up if you know what's good for you!"

"Open up! ¡Ay! Qué mierda."

"I traded You, oh Lord, for Mammon, and what did it get me, huh?!"

"I'm sorry, Father! I'll do what You say, I-I'll do what You say!"

"Even miles under water, He still sees everything, sees everything, sees everything, sees everything, sees everything!"

[Singing] "Jesus loves me, this I know; for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong; they are weak, but He is strong!"

And other religious stuff.

Brute

A result of Splicing with a concoction of Sports Boost and Armored Shell Gene Tonics. Brutes are very aggressively masculine and homophobic, which is revealed to be internalized homophobia once you Hypnotize him and he flirts with Delta. (I could not make this shit up.)

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"A million little pricks- fuck, fuck! Leave me be!"

"Fucking sodomites everywhere."

"I know what you're thinkin'."

"Not my bloody type, luv."

"Oh, you're pissin' yourself now, eh?"

"You're mine now, lil' girl."

"I'm top man down here!"

"We're just mates, you titface!"

"Clip your wings, ya fairy!"

[Chuckles] "Oh, he wants a tussle."

"She's gonna watch me do ya, son!"

"Who's the daddy NOW, son!?"

"Suit don't make you a man."

"I feel… nothin'…"

"Peace, quiet, solitude. Proper solitude."

"These fuck's gotta bring more in, or I'll hafta…" [Chuckles] "I'll hafta start teaching 'em. Ooh…"

"We can start over down here, once we drown out all the buggers and the queens. It'll be real men only."

"Some thoughts are just wrong. Nasty thoughts. Gotta stomp them thoughts right out!"

"Doctor Lamb says to embrace the man in the mirror. How bloody queer is that?"

"Sander Cohen. There was a man! Sharp suit, good mustache, took no guff!"

"Lass wanted me to try wrestlin' before the city started pissin' itself, but I don't go in for all that touchin' and sweatin'. I'm a boxin' man."

(Just to point out, this is him after being hypnotized)

"I love you, ya lil' shite. I do."

"Jus' tell me who to kill, guv."

"Feel so—what you call it—comfortable witcha."

"Nice to have a proper mate at last."

"Partners, yeah? I like the sound of that."

"I like a man what keeps his mystery."

"Mates, right? Mates. Yeah."

"Do anything for ya. I mean that."

"Right, guv, let's get into some nasty."

"I'd look a poof in that suit, but you carry it."

"Shite! Gah! You fucked me 'ead!"

"Lyin' lil' mince! I trusted ya!"

The Mother

A very overprotective mom who sees herself as very nurturing and self-sacrificing, but is fairly possessive and restrictive in actuality.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"Nothing could happened to my boy, I made him wear his best scarf today… he's bundled up tight!"

"I would never leave him with the sitter, they're all perverts."

"Wake up son. You worry me when you sleep so deeply."

"Gonorrhea, that's what you'll get. And there's no cure but the madhouse."

"Franklin, get Mother's cream out of the armoire. I need you to do your magic."

"Franklin, why don't you come over and rub mother's feet? They're barking."

"Friends? Of course he's got friends, but I always come first."

"There's no relationship like mother and son, it's deeply intimate."

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!"

"I'd like to see you run away, you wouldn't last the night!"

"No one'll ever love you as much as me!"

"I only worry so much because I love you!"

"I raised you better than this!"

"What's mothering but a thankless job?"

The Performer

A singer who hasn’t had work in a while, but never let it dampen his spirit.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"Yeah, folks always stare when I make the scene… You get used to it!"

"I told Sander Cohen, I'm always ready to cut a record or put on a show! Said he'd call."

"Yeah… Those old numbers sure got some high notes. But I got something new in the works!"

"I been on sabbatical for… goin' on 15 years now… I got some work, but I want to get back to real acting!"

"I warned you to stop following me!"

"Hello? You from the "Stars and Screen" magazine?"

"Don't leave me! Not again!"

The Social Darwinist

A doctor of psychiatry who advocates for the survival of the fittest and evolutionary superiority no matter the cost. (Hate this sob.)

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"That's right… Cry like a baby. Your mother didn't love you… Why should she? What did you ever do to earn it? Nothing."

"You were the worst kind of parasite! Only taking, giving nothing in return! That you were a child means nothing!"

"Do you know what they call men who shy from adversity in war-time? Deserters… They shoot them… And rightly so!"

"Very painful, I assure you… But you will be hardier for it! More highly evolved! Superhuman!"

"No it's not the strongest that survive, but the fittest! Those most capable of change! A good start is thinking for yourself…"

"Did you come to Rapture because it seemed fashionable?! Or did you intend to make something of yourself? If you don't keep ahead of the rest you'll be resigned to follow."

"If you're going to disappear before my diagnosis, why did you come in the first place?!"

The Small Business Owner

Okay, I take back everything I was about to say about The Salesman, this is Sinclair 2.0! The description literally says ‘This businessman is willing to do whatever it takes to thrive, even if it's technically illegal.’ JFC, they could have at least tried.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"So I greased a few palms here an' there, time-to-time… What of it? I've been told this town is friendly to free enterprise!"

"'Fat Cat'? If that's what they call a fella who's prosperous?! Determined?! Uncompromising?! Then, FINE! The shoe fits! You got me."

"Criminal Dealings?! [short laugh] Fallacy! Misdirection! From those afraid to let the market take its natural course."

"You ain't no big shot round here!"

"Push me? I push right back!"

"You'll never amount to nothing!"

[short laugh] "I'm gonna bring you to heel!"

The Beauty Queen / King

A woman who recites her prepared speech for the Rapture Pageant.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"I'm just honored to be in the competition and… gee, I hope you like me… Because I'd like nothing more than to be Miss Rapture 1958…"

"Mother always says it's important to be yourself, so here I am, 100% the genuine article."

"Well, he's gotta be handsome AND smart and self-assured like Andrew Ryan… [short laugh] And good with his hands like Dr. Steinman!"

"No need to hide. I'm 'a regular person.' Just like you!"

"Butterflies in your stomach? C'mere. I have just the thing!"

(male variant)

"We're all adults… Nothing we can't work around with a little elbow grease."

"Women don't care for character anymore. It's all money and looks."

"Hello? You from "Star and Screen" magazine?"

Ryan Security Agent

Men and women handpicked by Sullivan to maintain order and keep the city safe from potential threats. There’s not much else known about this specific character model.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"Atlas' followers have been living on borrowed time if you ask me. Who knows, maybe Ryan got tired of footing the bill for this place."

"Told Ryan he should've given each of these clowns a bullet, not a prison."

"Guy made a city at the bottom of the ocean, and they thought it was a wise idea crossing him."

"We get in, disappear the girl and Atlas' crew, back before happy hour."

"I'm smart enough to know Ryan's smarter than all of us."

"You judge a man by his enemies? Then Ryan doesn't amount to much."

"Fontaine's followers put up a good fight at the fisheries. I'd expected more from this lot."

"What did you think was gonna happen? You cross Ryan and get off scot-free?"

Misc.

Didn’t really feel like getting into the Crawlers, Buttons, Heady, The Hypochondriac, The Ex-Boyfriend, The Schoolteacher, Frosty Splicers, Houdini, Survivors and Jockey Splicers because they either feel uninteresting to me or are super area restricted.

#*mine #splicers #bioshock

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Rosa - Doctor Who blog

(SPOILER WARNING: The following is an in-depth critical analysis. If you haven’t seen this episode yet, you may want to before reading this review)

It comes as a massive relief to say that I really enjoyed this episode. There are a number of ways Rosa could have gone wrong and while Chris Chibnall has managed to crank out two surprisingly good Doctor Who episodes so far, it’s hard to shake off old fears. Oh my God, I thought to myself, a historical episode about Rosa Parks and the Black Civil Rights Movement. Is Chibnall biting off more than he can chew?

Thankfully Chibnall had the good sense to hire a co-writer that can keep his white privilege in check. Malorie Blackman. Author of the critically acclaimed Noughts and Crosses series of books depicting an alternative reality where Africans developed a technological advantage over Europeans and where white people are segregated under this world’s version of the Jim Crow laws. It’s safe to say that Blackman knows a thing or two about exploring racism and, being a black woman, she’s much more qualified to talk about issues of race and to represent Rosa Parks and the Civil Rights Movement as a whole than Chibnall is. The result is, without a shadow of a doubt, some of the best Doctor Who I’ve seen in years.

One thing I’m glad about is the way Rosa Parks is depicted. Historical stories (particularly New Who historical stories) have an unfortunate tendency to go completely over the top with it. It’s just not enough to have a character who played a significant part in human history. Oh no. They’ve also got to be the specialist, most important person in the whole wide universe. The result is that we’re often left with a wafer thin episode that completely romanticises the period of history the story is trying to depict, waters down all the more complicated and unsavoury parts of the historical setting and turns the famous historical figure into a shallow caricature of themselves (see Agatha Christie in Unicorn And The Wasp, Winston Churchill in Victory Of The Daleks and Vincent Van Gogh in Vincent And The Doctor). Rosa, thankfully, doesn’t fall into the same trap. Rosa Parks isn’t treated as a god among mortals. She’s treated like an ordinary person, thus making her actions that much more powerful.

Vinette Robinson (who appeared in a previous Chibnall penned story 42) does an incredible job playing Rosa Parks. Again, more emphasis is placed on how ordinary she is rather than how historically significant. Nowadays we of course view her as the genesis of the Black Civil Rights Movement and she has rightly been praised and immortalised for that, but it’s easy to forget that she was a real person behind the legacy, which is what the episode really delves into. We get to see her fear, sadness and frustration in this oppressive society. And it really brings home how mundane her actions really are. Sure we can see from hindsight how her actions would influence others and change the course of history, but she wasn’t some heroic freedom fighter taking a stand. She was a woman who just wanted to sit down on a bus after a hard day at work. And the fact that she, Martin Luther King and other black people actually had to fight for the right to do something so trivial is utterly ridiculous.

Some have criticised the episode saying that this is too heavy a subject matter to deal with at 7pm on a Sunday evening. I couldn’t disagree more. For one thing, this isn’t the first time Doctor Who has handled difficult subject matters (Nazism and genocide have frequently cropped up in past stories after all). But I think the criticism mostly stems from people (white people) being left feeling uncomfortable by the story and are trying to avoid having a serious conversation about it NRA style, claiming that this isn’t the right time for it. Well... when is it the right time? Nobody wants to have this conversation, sure, but we’ve still got to have it. And as uncomfortable viewing as it is, it’s important that it is not sugar-coated and that we’re reminded of how difficult things were for non-white people so that shit like this never happens again. So no, I didn’t think the use of violence against black people or racially charged language up to and including the n word were inappropriate. It was an accurate depiction of the environment at the time and if you felt uncomfortable by that, then congratulations, that’s precisely what you’re supposed to feel.

In fact I honestly thought the episode’s depiction of violence against black people was quite restrained, making the acts of discrimination that much more despicable in my eyes. Using gratuitous violence would have been a cheap shot and Chibnall and Blackman mercifully avoid that route. What makes the episode so chilling to watch isn’t the things that white people do, but rather the oppressive atmosphere they create. It’s not the arrogant tosspot slapping Ryan across the face for touching his wife’s glove that had me on edge. It was the scene after that where everyone is just silently staring at the TARDIS crew in the cafe that really made me feel queasy. The threat is implied, yet constant, which is infinitely scarier. After the likes of Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss boasting about how their episodes were going to be ‘the scariest Doctor Who stories ever’ only for them to amount to a hodge-podge of tired horror cliches and a dumb monster going ‘boo’, it’s a relief to see writers take a more subtle ‘less is more’ approach. I’m sorry, but the bus driver glaring angrily at Rosa is much more terrifying than a Weeping Angel. Period.

Which brings me to Krasko, played with smug charm by Joshua Bowman who succeeds at making you want to reach through the screen and punch his racist face repeatedly. Again, some have criticised the episode for its ‘one dimensional villain’ and, again, it only seems to be white people making this criticism. Not to make sweeping generalisations here, but non-white fans seem to be largely happy with how Krasko was written and depicted, probably because they’ve had to deal with pricks like him at least once in their lives. I’m guessing the source of the criticism comes from him not having a backstory or concrete motivation other than he hates black people. But my response to that is... does he really need one? Would Krasko have really been a more interesting character if it was revealed that he was bullied in school or a black kid had stolen his My Little Pony lunchbox? Does there really need to be a reason for why he hates black people and wants to ‘put them in their place’? I would have thought him being a racist white person would have been enough reason to hate him frankly. Let’s not forget what happened when Star Wars and Marvel respectively gave their villains Kylo Ren and Kilgrave tragic backstories to provide context for their despicable actions, at which point the fans proceeded to romanticise the fuck out of them, calling them misunderstood. Maybe (and this is just my opinion) giving Krasko a backstory wouldn’t have made him more interesting, but instead would have been seen as an attempt to justify and excuse his shitty behaviour, and maybe, just maybe, we’re better off without one. Just a thought.

Besides, it’s not as if we don’t learn anything about Krasko. We’re given enough information to work with. He’s a time traveller from the future. He was put in prison for murdering two thousand people (quick side note, did anyone else laugh when the Doctor said the Stormcage was the most secure prison in the universe? Remind me, how many times did River Song break out again?). He’s clearly intelligent, as demonstrated by him coming up with a non-violent plan to ruin the lives of generations of non-white people in order to circumvent his neural inhibitors. While it’s never overtly mentioned, he’s clearly some future version of the alt-right and is there to act as an extension of the true villain of the story. Because that’s the thing the people criticising his character have overlooked. Krasko isn’t the villain. White people are. The society Rosa Parks lives in is the true villain. Krasko is there not just to get to the plot going, but also to subtly demonstrate that while things do get better for non-white citizens, there will always be that racist element within our society. Hell, Ryan and Yasmin even spell it out for you in their conversation whilst hiding from the police. While people like Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King made a huge impact and helped change things for the better, racism and prejudice hasn’t just magically gone away. It’s still around. There are still people who cling on to these extremist and bigoted views. Some might argue that racism has become so entrenched in Western society that it will never fully go away. That there will always be some remnant hanging around. That’s what Krasko represents. So if you thought he was a rubbish villain because he had ‘no backstory or motivation’ then I’m afraid you’ve completely missed the point.

I should also applaud Chibnall and Blackman for resisting the urge to shove in some pointless alien like other historicals have. Not only would that have distracted from Rosa’s story, the racist white people are scary enough thank you very much. While there are sci-fi elements in here, the episode quite rightfully focuses on people.

Speaking of people, let’s talk about the TARDIS crew. Yeah! They’re in this episode too! Haven’t really talked about them much, have I? The Doctor largely takes a backseat in this one, which I know some people have a problem with, but I think it was the right thing to do. We don’t want an alien white woman coming in and stealing Rosa Parks’ glory. Jodie Whittaker graciously lets Vinette Robinson take centre stage while she busies herself with other things like confronting and intimidating Krasko and organising fake raffles with Frank Sinatra. I really like the balance they’ve struck between light and dark with this Doctor (something Moffat tried to do with Peter Capaldi’s Doctor and failed at miserably). She’s funny, compassionate and caring, but there’s a little bit of Sylvester McCoy’s devious cunning in there too, which really comes to the forefront here. Did anyone else find it really disconcerting seeing the Doctor try to maintain history? Influencing events so that Rosa Parks had no choice, but to give up (or refuse to give up) her seat. While we know she’s doing it for the right reasons, in order to keep black history in check, she’s still nonetheless actively contributing to Rosa’s misery, which is actually a clever way of exploring how white people all contribute to a racist status quo, directly, indirectly, intentionally and unintentionally. And of course it all culminates in the Doctor and co refusing to give up their seats in order to keep history intact. The look on Thirteen’s face as events unfold says it all. The look of sheer sadness and self loathing, knowing she played a part in this, is haunting. Same goes for Graham’s realisation. The widower of a black woman and step-grandfather to a black teenager being forced to contribute to this racist institution is utterly heartbreaking.

But the standout of the main cast has to be Ryan. Tosin Cole truly shines in this episode, giving an incredibly powerful and moving performance. This in many ways is his episode as he comes face to face with the racist prejudices of the time period and Cole rises to the occasion. My favourite scene has to be when Ryan talks with Rosa, thanking her for everything she will do in the future and promising that things will get better. It’s incredibly emotional and I actually started tearing up with him. I’m also so happy that he was the one that got to beat Krasko at the end rather than the Doctor. I stood up and cheered. And his reaction to seeing Martin Luther King has got to be one of the most charming moments of the series so far.

Rosa is unquestionably one of the strongest episodes in all of Doctor Who. It’s incredibly well written and performed and it’s extremely powerful as well as being very subtle and nuanced. What’s more, I’m now completely sold on Chris Chibnall being the showrunner. Any lingering doubts I’ve may have had are now completely evaporated after this episode. Rosa proves that not only does Chibnall respect and value diversity both in front of and behind the camera, but that he’s also committed to creating something truly special with his tenure, using the Doctor Who format to explore hard hitting and difficult subject matters with care and respect. Truly excellent television.

#rosa #malorie blackman #chris chibnall #doctor who #thirteenth doctor #jodie whittaker #graham o'brien #bradley walsh #yasmin khan #mandip gill #ryan sinclair #tosin cole #bbc #review #spoilers

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thebibliomancer · 6 years

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #182: Honor Thy Father

April, 1979

Wherein Captain America kills Abraham Lincoln.

Shame. They had so much in common. Like fighting vampires.

Anyway, I can’t help but feel that this is perhaps related somehow in some form or fashion to the old man who put Wanda and Pietro’s souls in some dolls.

Last time: that thing I just said. Also, Agent Gyrich dictated a new team roster. The roster doesn’t come into effect this time because Gyrich gets confused and wanders off in his confusion. But I just want you, the reader, to know the essentials. The essentials Avengers.

Also.

Its semi-commonly known that Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch are Roma. Good representation although somewhat marred by Wanda’s power being ‘hexes.’

We’re about the time in Avengers where their mutable backstory starts being delved into more. Including their upbringing. The writing seems overall sympathetic with the Roma but still resorts to stereotypes. And don’t expect them to use anything about the g-word for a very long time. I guess this is a heads up about that whole thing.

We start off with actual real doctor and not a secret Norse thunder god, Donald Blake, giving the Avengers his professional medical opinion on what is wrong with Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver.

Actual doctor, Donald Blake: “It’s almost as though... someone had stolen their souls!”

Yup.

Oh also their vital signs have ceased but their bodies aren’t degenerating. So that’s weird.

Vision acknowledges this diagnosis, tells actual doctor Donald Blake to do what he can, and then heads off to join the Avengers.

Hawkeye thinks to himself what a cold fish Vision is. His wife may be dying but he’s acting like he’s still on the time-clock.

Why must we go through this song and dance over and over? People always think Vision is so cold and emotionless and then he gets angry and people go ‘no wait maybe he’s the most human of all of us.’

Think before you think, Hawkeye.

Meanwhile, the Avengers haven’t been having much luck. Yellowjacket even anterrogated some friends of his and nothin’. And the reinstalled databanks didn’t have an answer for ‘suddenly died, souls possibly stolen??’

It’d sure be niiiiice if some of those cosmic friends from last time had hung around and sensed things with their cosmic senses but someone had to shoo them away.

GYRICH.

Thankfully, when Formicidae and technology let you down, you can always count on technology.

Jocasta pipes up that her cybernetic senses picked up an organic energy flux emanating from Avengers Mansion around the time Wanda and Pietro dropped dead.

She didn’t bother mentioning this before because... well, I guess because they didn’t think to ask. Look, she’s like a month old. Give her a break.

Jocasta even manages to trace the flux towards an area called the Bowery.

‘HOLY SHIT YOU CAN TALK,’ Gyrich, probably.

But really his reaction isn’t so different.

Agent Gyrich: “Hey! I thought this tin woman was just a trophy or something! If she’s intelligent, she has to have security clearance!”

Jocasta: “Really, Mr. Gyrich, has the government become so paranoid that it requires security passes for mere machines?”

Agent Gyrich: “Why, no, of course n... I-I mean, there are extenuating circum... well, that is to say, I -- I’m not quite sure. I’ll have to check with my superiors on this.”

Jocasta: “’Bye!”

So two things.

One, she just owned him. Completely and totally. He will never recover from how thoroughly she conversationally devastated him.

Two, she’s apparently been so quiet this whole time and so determined to stay out of anyone’s way that Gyrich mistook her for a statue. And I guess didn’t realize that she had followed everyone else from the meeting room to the computer room? Geez, Jocasta.

Anyway.

Now that they have a lead, the Avengers are going to assemble right out that front door. But clearly someone needs to stay on monitor duty.

Hawkeye: “Hey, don’t look at me, pal! Come tomorrow, I won’t be a full-time Avenger any more -- an’ I’m not about to pass up my last chance for some action!”

Wonder Man volunteers to stay behind. He’s going to be a handsome movie star. He can’t take the chance that someone ruins his apparent good looks.

And then Iron Man fails to say assemble as the group all runs off together. Come on, Iron Man. You have a lot of jobs but one of your jobs is to say the damn catchphrase.

Meanwhile, at the Bowery where Old Man is playing with his dolls.

Trying to feed them cookies.

Can they eat??

He’s apparently planning on taking them back to Europe in doll form. The implications of that are a bit staggering. And he’s trying to feed them to keep up their strength for the long journey. Their clothes are painted on though. If they eat, do they have to poop?

Also that cookie is bigger than Wanda doll’s torso. This is a bafflement!

Quicksilver has his usual patience for shenanigans. That is, none. Or maybe the usual amount but he goes through it at super speed. He tells the dude they aren’t his children.

Scarlet Wanda backs him up. Clearly their parents are the Whizzer and Miss America. This is true and will remain true forever and never be changed, become beloved canon, and then changed again causing acrimony throughout the land.

The old man (Django Maximoff. He’s Django Maximoff) bemoans that they continue to torture him by not remembering him.

YOU SEE YEARS BACK IN A ROMA TRIBE IN CENTRAL EUROPE THERE WERE TWO SPECIAL CHILDREN WITH POWERS

One had silver hair and could run like the dickens. The other had red hair and could use magic even without using the tribe’s sacred talisman, the Nivashi Stone.

In this very sensitive portrayal of other cultures o’clock, times were tough because of prejudice and nobody wanting to employ the Roma. So Django stole a cow.

This instantly caused an angry mob to spontaneously form and burn down his wagons. We don’t see the cow again so I have to assume that the mob set that on fire too.

Ms. Maximoff died in the wagon fire which is not great. She didn’t even have a name.

And young possibly Quicksilver did as Quicksilver do and accidentally ran off a cliff, sister in tow.

So Django was pretty bummed what with losing his entire family. He wandered for years before settling down in Vladivostok where he carved dolls and puppets for the joy of children.

But he was dead inside so he didn’t even care that shady men used his dolls for evil in Spider-Woman #12.

But all that changed when he saw a newspaper article about the Avengers.

Clearly these two adult people that closely resembled his own lost children and had similar powers were his lost children! They weren’t dead! They had just hid from him to punish him for the tragedy he had brought to his whole family! What a relief!

But clearly he had paid his dues. All those years of living alone with the guilt and also selling dolls to evil people.

So having clearly made up for the wrong he had done them, he made plans to steal their souls and put them in dolls so they couldn’t leave him again.

This makes absolute sense.

Anyway, he used the aforementioned Nivashi Stone to put their souls in dolls for the express reason of preventing them from running away again.

Scarlet Witch says um hey, we didn’t run away from you. This is all some crazy coincidence. One day we’ll look back on this and laugh.

But Django is suddenly distracted because his plot senses are tingling. “Your friends have come to play.”

‘I also sense that they brought some accessories, sold separately.’

Introducing the sky-scooter, in all of its ludicrous glory. Sold separately.

Luckily, the Avengers brought Jocasta and she points them to the rooming house Django is hiding out in.

Django: “I’m sorry, young friends, but Ana and Mateo can’t come out today. They’ve been naughty. But perhaps the Nivashi Stone can provide... other playmates!”

And then he says some magic words and some mannequins in a nearby theatrical supply warehouse begin to glow, pulse, and then OH YEAH right through the window.

And they pack a real punch too!

One FWOPs Beast right in the beak.

Captain America decapitates a mannequin Lincoln (like on the cover!) with his mighty shield but dammit that president will not yield.

So Wasp goes inside the open neck and grows to full size inside the mannequin, shattering it.

Geez.

Okay so then they continue to fight mannequins and making jokes. They’re really having a good time with this.

I wonder if that’s part of the spell. Django did say he was going to provide playmates. Or maybe the Avengers are just enjoying using some brutal attacks on some guilt-free targets.

Iron Man repulsors a cowboy mannequin and thinks to himself: “I know I’m supposed to be a serious, emotionless leader -- but I can’t help having an irresistible urge to shout ‘DRAW’!”

Oh and Vision kill Shakespeare.

So fun’s over. Time to get back to the actual task at hand.

Maybe the mannequins were so fun to murder because it was a RUSE to lure them into a false sense of security. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

So they cautiously proceed into the rooming house and to a room that Jocasta points them towards.

But when Iron Man opens the door...

I GUESS WE’RE IN SPACE NOW

Also Djano is looking like a youthful pirate. And he yells at the Avengers for being such a bad influence on Ana and Mateo (Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, probably).

Since their own parents have been lax in discipline, its up to Django to punish them by invoking a triad of totems.

THE TOAD

THE SNAKE

THE BIRD

Or, the Toad, Princess Python, and Nighthawk. Or that one sycophantic guy that used to hang around Magneto, a woman whose superpower is ‘owns a snake’, and Not-Batman.

Django is taking some liberties with these totems.

Right when Beast is dismissing the idea that a snake could get a drop on him, the snake gets the drop on him, bites him in the leg and starts whipping him against space rocks.

Vision tries to do his go-to and shove his hand through Princess Python’s chest but she smirks off the attempt. And tells him to worry about his own insides. Which are suddenly full of snakes. Oh he can feel them slithering beneath his skin.

Wonderful. I have a new nightmare now.

You will believe that an android can scream at body horror.

Iron Man tries repulsoring her but she no sells that too.

He’s very confused. The Princess Python he knows isn’t so powerful. And also didn’t used to hang out in rooms that are a starry void. And also Iron Man didn’t used to be able to walk on starry voids like it was ground. What’s up with that?

Nearby, Captain America and Hawkeye try to fight Nighthawk but its not going well.

Annnd... Wasp and Yellowjacket are fighting Toad.

This... this is going somewhere predictable, I can tell.

Yup. Yup.

Toad whips out his tongue and swallows them both.

So now I know where the Ultimates got the idea. Jeph Loeb clearly read this issue as a young and with tears streaming down both cheeks hoarsely whispered ‘yes, yessssssss.’

Iron Man meanwhile still hasn’t come to the very obvious realization so he throws a sink at Princess Python.

She just bats it away and it flies out the window of the rooming house to alarm and bemuse some drunks.

Meanwhile on the floor below, a man trying to sleep is disgruntled by all the noise of a superhero battle taking place over his head. He raps on the ceiling and tells them to keep it down.

This is finally the clue that Beast needs to realize that HEY this is all fake! An illusion! We’re not really in space! And Iron Man suggests the very helpful idea to “concentrate on clearing your minds, Avengers!”

I mean. It works.

Django realizes that the situation is FUBAR. He grabs the doll cages and tries to flee.

Django: “No! I-I won’t let you take my babies from me! I won’t!”

He flees the rooming house and tries to lose himself in a crowd but Vision ghosts through the road in front of him.

Vision: “What... have... you... DONE... TO... MY... WIFE?”

Tiny doll Wanda tells Vision that its the stone that has made them into dolls. So without hesitation Vision shoots the stone with Solar Beam, shattering it.

The doll versions of Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver slump lifelessly. Django too slumps, to the ground, crying “Not again. *Sniff* Dear god... not again.”

EPILOGUE: But they brought him home to Avengers Mansion.

Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver are fine. Returned to their bodies right when the stone was shattered.

But Wanda asks to take a leave of absence. Some of the stuff Django said made her think so she and Quicksilver are going to accompany him to Europe to do some digging into their past. Besides, whats the harm in giving a lonely old man who kidnapped you and imprisoned you as a doll a family for a few days? Probably no harm, right?

Beast gets the last word on this whole ordeal.

Beast: “Well, I guess that’s that. Everyone’s back safe and sound and all the loose ends have been neatly tied up and gift-wrapped! Looks like we can enjoy a little peace, quiet and ree-lak-sa-tion for a change. Right, gang?”

Everyone: -skeptical-

Beast: “Uh... nah, I don’t believe it, either! *Sigh*”

Racial dubiousness of the issue aside, a nice little story. The Avengers take attempted soul kidnapping in stride because they’ve seen weirder things.

And Jocasta! She fades back into the background as soon as she gets the Avengers where they need to be but she’s real fun in this story. I’m pretty sure I’m to be disappointed but I hope she hangs around the book for a while. Saying and doing things. Where is her character to go? She was built solely to be a wife to Ultron but she rejected that destiny. And unlike Vision who got to define himself absent of Wonder Man for a while, the Wasp is still around. So whither Jocasta from here?

Next time: THE ABSORBING MAN. Well, in the main book.

I remembered to check annuals and I need to go back and cover one I missed. I don’t know that annuals are essential come to think of it. And I don’t know what I’m going to do when annuals for various books all start being poorly tied together into one story.

Like many looming problems, I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Follow @essential-avengers for more content like this but older. I would appreciate it.

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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“You’re cute when you’re jealous” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Hey dude ! First, a big thanks for the compliment, always more than appreciated :D. And then, here’s your request, hope you’ll like it :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-I just don’t understand why it has to be with a model that’s all…

-Honey, I already told you, she’s the face of the brand, she has to be on every pictures.

-Yeah well then if she’s the face of the brand, why would they need you ?

-You know why, it’s for the charity campaign we’ve been working on for the past few months. They’re a huge brand, they’ll help spread the words across the globe, more than we could on our own.

-”We’ve been working on” are key words here ! I worked on it as much as you, if not more, and I don’t get to be on the pictures. They just want you and her to have cute and classy “couple pictures”, because I’m not good looking enough for their damn brand and...

-You’re very cute when you’re jealous.

-I could knock you out with a punch to the face when I’m jealous.

-Oh, believe me, I know.

Bruce massages his jaw a bit, as a reflex, reminiscing of that time he made you jealous on purpose...It was a terrible idea.

******************

It happened years ago, when your relationship was still pretty new.

He couldn’t even remember exactly why he was upset at you that night, it was probably a petty thing, but he decided to take his revenge by flirting with a model who obviously had a massive crush on him. You didn’t react as he was hoping for, you just left the party without a word.

Worried he might have gone too far and ruined things between you towo, he quickly followed you back to your apartment. When he knocked on the door, you answered, already in pajamas, and before he could say anything you punched him right in the teeth. You had a damn mean right hook...You excused yourself right away of course, explaining to him why you reacted that way.

Before him, you only had one serious relationship, and he used to constantly cheat on you...Seeing Bruce flirting with someone else triggered some bad memories.

It’s that night, as you were confessing a difficult part of your life to him, that he realized he was in love with you, that he couldn’t loose you. It would kill him. And that wasn’t him being dramatic. He needed you in his life. He needed your presence by his side every day. On that night, as you were opening up to him, he realized that there would be nothing worst than living without you...and that he was a cheesy fucker because of you.

He stayed the night with you, skipping his patrol as Batman, just to show you how much he cared about you. And hell, you were too deep in love with him to refuse his apologies. But since then, you really couldn’t stand models. Especially since you had yet to meet one who wasn’t trying to flirt with your Bruce (even though now, he never responded to any of their flirting, even turning them down rather quickly).

*****************

So this is why today, as he was getting ready for a photo session with a damn model, that you weren’t even invited in, you were a bit grumpy. You hated being jealous, but you just couldn’t help yourself...You always thought Bruce was too good for you (though if he ever knew that you were thinking this, he would scold you for hours...Because in his eyes, you were too good for him, way too good.)

He lovingly brushed his fingers on your cheek, and kissed you softly.

-You don’t have to worry. I love you, and only you. No one can change my mind on that. Ever. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. A life without you would be dreadful and would simply kill me...I’m also this cheesy only with you. That should convince you.

You only scoff a bit, but of course, his words make you happy beyond measure, and your heart goes wild.

-Also, just for your information, if they really only asked me to be part of the pictures just because they thought you weren’t good looking enough, then they’re complete idiots. You’re the most beautiful woman I ever seen. Don’t shake your head like that, I’m telling the truth. You know me. You’re genuinely the sexiest, most beautiful, most charming, elegant, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, superb, magnificent, marvelous, splendid, stunning, bewitching, enticing, divine, sublime woman I ever met.

-Did you just use every synonym of “beautiful” you know ?

-Basically, yes. Doesn’t make my words any less true though. I love you.

-I love you too Bruce...Sorry I’m being such a bitch.

-You’re not sweetheart, I know I’d react the same way. No come on, the faster we’ll go, the faster we’ll be done with the all ordeal !

He takes you by the hand, and with a last peck on your lips, you follow him to the studio where they would take the pictures.

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Oh she was such a massive bitch !! She kept rubbing herself on him, trying to get a reaction out of him. Of course, he was a stoic man, so she could dream about that...Only you could aroused him faster than the speed of light. But still, seeing her trying so hard made you want to punch her in the face. You held yourself good though, and you were pretty proud to keep your cool.

They took a short pause, and Bruce came to you. She fucking followed him.

-Are you alright sweetheart ? I swear she...

-OOOOH Mrs Wayyyyyyyne ! Pleasure to meet you, I’m Tiff Olson ! You’re very lucky to have such a man as Bruce haha.

Wow. Ok. She called him “Bruce” as if they knew each other, and her hands were on his shoulders now. Right. Bitch. And damn her legs were long and stunning. She could actually reach his shoulders, while you had to jump to do so.

-I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you too, but really, it’s not.

You almost regret your words, but when her face loses her fake smile and she glares at you, you decide you made the right choice. You never could stand being fake when in public, and your brutal honesty was known all around the rich people in Gotham. Most of them tried to avoid getting you mad.

Bruce shifted, uncomfortable, and took “Tiff Olson”’s (the fuck was this name anyway ?) hand off him.

-Hum, yeah. Hum. Well. That’s nice. I think they’re calling us again Ti...Miss Olson. I’ll join you, I gotta...talk to my wife.

With a last murderous look to you, the model leaves, and you annoy the hell out of her with your fakest smile ever. Damn she hated you, you had the most valuable man in all Gotham, and you were witty and smart. Couldn’t you have some flaws ?! But of course, you didn’t know she was thinking that. Maybe if you did, it would boost your self-confidence a bit, as you were the most insecure person in the world...

-Come on (Y/N), behave. She’s a nice girl.

-A nice girl that came over just to make me jealous, to show off her superior legs and shit.

-She has nothing superior to you honey.

You smile at your husband. Give it to him to make you feel better. Contrary to popular belief, he always knew which words to use to make you smile. He wasn’t that emotionally retarded. At least, with you.

-You’re too nice to me Bruce.

-I’m really not, I don’t think you realize how -he whispers in your ear, so you’re the only one to hear- happy you make me.

You smile some more, and see the perfect opportunity to annoy further more that stupid Tiff Olson. She’s looking at you two, it’s just too good to let it go...You grab your husband by the collar, and takes him down to you to crash your lips against his. He responds, forgetting he’s not alone just with you.

The photographer, a bit awkward and embarrass, come to tap on Bruce’s shoulder and, shyly, asks :

-Hum...M. Wayne, we’re ready to continue...if you are too of course.

He pulls away from you, and, a bit embarrassed too at his lack of control, follows the photographer. You turn to Tiff, and wave at her with your fakest smile ever. She just glares at you. And then she takes the worst decision she could ever take. Pictures after pictures are taken, and she keeps rubbing herself against him, but it doesn’t bother you that much anymore...Until she kisses him. Like her lips are on his.

He literally jumps back and looks as if just got stung by a wasp. He stares at her as if she was crazy, and he has barely enough time to take a hold of you before your fist comes in contact with her face.

You struggle in Bruce’s arms, but of course, he’s too strong for you to have a chance to escape it, and that’s actually a good thing. It wouldn’t be good if you punched a famous model in front of that many witnesses...

Every member of the crew is in a slight panic, and Tiff is quickly taken away. Her agent apologizes profusely to the both of you, and you calm down a bit, realizing that poor man has nothing to do with his client’s stupid ideas. Bruce lets go off you, and whisper soothing words in your ears.

You hated loosing control over your emotions. It rarely happened, but when it did, you just couldn’t think straight anymore. The only time you recalled going berserk like that, was when someone threatened your youngest son in the street...Which was obviously worst than some bitch kissing your husband. But still, once you lost control...Only your loved ones could calm you.

It’s another few minutes before a very sorry photographer comes back, and, with the most apologizing tone he could take, say :

-Ok, we’re done mister Wayne, thank you very much ! And sorry about this all...kiss thing. Really. I don’t know why she thought is was a good idea...She’s not the smartest one you know, I don’t have a clue what went threw her head. Her agent is currently yelling at her, if that makes you feel better.

It definitely did, and you smile brightly at that poor photographer who almost got his entire work ruined because of that damn idiot that was Tiff Olson. He returns your smile, and adds :

-And now Mrs. Wayne if you’d please come ?

-Hum...what ?

You were so confused. Why would you go there ? Did they change their mind and wanted pictures with you and Bruce too ?

An extremely attractive and handsome man entered the room at this moment, and gave you the most charming smile ever. You felt yourself blush slightly, and Bruce’s gaze burning itself on you.

Oh. So that’s what it was about. They didn’t forget you at all. They weren’t assholes by not asking you to take pictures too. They just wanted you to take pictures with another male model...Of course. You still didn’t really understand why they didn’t want both of you in the pictures, but hey, you were going to roll with it. You turned to your husband and gave him a small smile. He was fuming, and you knew his jealousy was even stronger than yours. He glared at the man, who completely ignored him (infuriating Bruce even more), and went to sit in the chair you were in seconds ago, ready to try and control himself. It wouldn’t be good, to have “Bruce Wayne loses it and punches a model” as every headline in the papers next day...But damn seeing that guy’s arms around you drove him crazy. WOW AND WHY WAS HE TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF NOW ?!

Fin.

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namorres · 7 years

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prompt list!

and here are 477 prompts in which you can request things from. you can always request original ideas as well, so don’t worry!

(i’ll put it under the cut so i don’t murder someone’s dash)

“you must not blame yourself. not for this.”

“My future isn’t going to be like yours.”

“This was my mess and I need to fix it.”

“My hate for you cannot be measured.”

“Yeah uh – yeah, no. That sounds awful.”

“Please… don’t leave me here. Don’t leave me alone, not without you.”

“So that went well.”

“You’re awful. I love it.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, exactly?”

“Is that… lipstick on your collar?”

“Did you do this?”

“You know what? This place feels like home.”

“Oh shit. Am I – am I in love? That’s not supposed to be happening. That’s not right.”

“Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

“Dear y/n – first of all, I’m so sorry. I really am.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“So what, you’re just gonna leave?”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out?”

“You really think you can beat me? That’s cute.”

“I’m tired of you. I really am, at this point.”

“Oh, just digging myself a grave, you?”

“Shh. This is my favorite part.”

“Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?”

“I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you.”

“Is that necessary?”

“I don’t like it.”

“I’m getting bad vibes… we should go.”

“HA! Loser!”

“You wear me out, kid.”

“Is this a joke? This is a joke right, you’re joking.”

“The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days.”

“You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You kiddin’? That’s brilliant, c'mon!”

“So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?”

“My hero.”

“That was harsh.”

“You better pipe down. I’m not laughing.”

“So you’re really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?”

“So uh. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or…?”

“Why is there a dog in my living room?”

“They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed.”

“Oh boy. I’m on the weird side of YouTube again.”

“You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I, for one, approve wholeheartedly.”

“Did you mean like… this?”

“Would you do it for love?”

“It’s funny. I saw this coming from a mile away and I still didn’t do anything to prevent it.”

“Raise those eyebrows any higher and you’re going to lose them.”

“I made you something. Do you like it?”

“It’s your choice whether or not you leave an impact on their life.”

“It’s no fun going alone.”

“I wanna go home. I’m tired of being in a place that makes me feel unwanted.”

“I’m standing on my own two feet. You don’t get to come back and sweep me off them.”

“In a perfect world, we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“I locked away my memories for good reason.”

“You’re a dirty little promise breaker.”

“This is why you’re my voice of reason.”

“I’m here to help you crash this party.”

“You were planning on leaving without me. I knew it from the start.”

“They’re lonely like we are.”

“I’d rather be hurt by the truth than tangled up in your lies.”

“You made me believe you were invincible.”

“You aren’t a danger to me. You aren’t a danger to anyone.”

“You’re not short. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I bet it’s nice having a convenient excuse to use every time you need one.”

“I’ve committed many crimes. You’re going to have to be clear about which one you’re talking about.”

“So, are you just going to stand there and take that shit?”

“Don’t ask me what I said. Chances are, I don’t even know.”

“Can you move over a bit please?”

“You can stop that now.”

“Don’t talk to him like that.”

“Are you literally five years old?”

“How much did you drink, exactly?”

“Please don’t touch me.”

“Say that one more time and I’ll fuck you up.”

“Of course you had to jump in on the conversation.”

“You’re not as cool as you think you are.”

“That’s fine, just go right and cut in front of me. I’ve only been waiting in line for forty-five minutes, no biggie.”

“The sign clearly says we’re closed so can you please either buy something or leave so I can go home.”

“I’m pretty sure you broke my best friend’s heart.”

“Not to be rude or anything, but I know your type so please, kindly, fuck off.”

“Okay, but, it’s none of your business?”

“Let’s be real here. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let you take my drunk friend home.”

“Over my dead body.”

“All because you say ‘no offence’ it doesn’t make what you say any less offensive.”

“So, are you going to let me speak or…?”

“You had literally no right to do that.”

“Do you often make people this uncomfortable, or am I just extremely lucky?”

“I love this place so much.”

“We are still alone.”

“I want to bring all of you.”

“I’m taking a walk.”

“I’d rather die than have this conversation right now.”

“This isn’t the future I wanted.”

“Carry on, why don’t you?”

“Give it up already.”

“You have mascara all over your face.”

“You like when I look like this.”

“I’ll be fine if you leave.”

“I don’t need you anymore.”

“Thank you for making me tough.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Stop putting me down.”

“Take a look around, what do you see?”

“Just thought I’d be happier.”

“This isn’t an emergency.”

“We need to be on our way.”

“You’re too proud to let yourself love me.”

“I’ve never been scared of anything.”

“I’ll call you if I get home.”

“I know where you’re going to go.”

“It’ll all fall into place, trust me.”

“Are you in a rush?”

“Don’t walk home alone.”

“You look better than I remember.”

“Get it through your thick skull!”

“Don’t doubt me.”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“They know. They all know.”

“There’s nothing she can do.”

“Why would I be with you if I was looking for someone else?”

“There’s a bed in the other room.”

“Stop wasting her time.”

“I noticed you the second you got here.”

“Waiting for the right time to tell you…”

“Get on the dance floor.”

“It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.”

“Why are you here if you’re not having a good time?”

“I think she’s leaving.”

“It’s all in my head.”

“I don’t want to keep picturing you with him.”

“I can’t shake it.”

“It’s a shame that you’re still angry about that.”

“What would you do in my position?”

“I think about it constantly.”

“It hurt more now. Time hasn’t done anything.”

“I remember what I said that made you leave.”

“My brain is hectic.”

“Don’t be a bad boy with me.”

“You know what you do to me.”

“Are you just gonna stay a fantasy?”

“What is ever enough for you?”

“This summer, fuck it. Run away with me.”

“Stop talking, look at the stars.”

“You wouldn’t recognize me now.”

“I can’t care for you now.”

“You’re so demanding.”

“I won’t be here to wake you up tomorrow.”

“Hold onto someone who treats you like that.”

“You were gone. I turned around and poof!”

“Who will still care?”

“You said you could help!”

“You don’t know shit!”

“Some boys are just for good times.”

“You are making a killing right now.”

“You don’t listen at all.”

“You didn’t ask for permission.”

“Of course, you got what you wanted.”

“She’s the girl you’re bringing to the hotel?”

“Keep me warm.”

“Is this what you think I was looking for?”

“I’m okay sleeping alone.”

“Heard you were talking shit.”

“Shame on me for getting too close.”

“You’re the worst at this.”

“Anything goes.”

“Give me more.”

“You made me drive you here and you’re leaving with him?”

“I can’t come back!”

“If I were you, I’d be quiet.”

“That is not what I said!”

“That’s a suitcase.”

“I’m blindsided.”

“What did I do wrong? Please tell me.”

“Where is your stuff?”

“It can’t be too late…”

“All I want is to love you.”

“What changed so quickly?”

“Answer me!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Get out of the way!”

“That’s what my mom said.”

“This isn’t going to be easy.”

“How much more are you going to put me through?”

“What if I told you it will be alright?”

“Watch over him.”

“You have some nerve.”

“Did you call me 'sweet’?”

“This is completely new territory for me.”

“Maybe right now you just can’t imagine being lonely…”

“You’re going to be late.”

“Heard you’ve been busy.”

“I’ve been working all week.”

“Meet me upstairs.”

“I don’t give a shit what he feels.”

“Do you know what that means?”

“You had the keys!”

“I remember everything you whispered.”

“I’m not alone tonight.”

“Give it time, you’ll forget about it.”

“Is this going to disappoint me?”

“You’re a twisted person.”

“I didn’t think we’d go that far.”

“I just wish I understood why you did that.”

“Why is there pain?”

“I believe in you.”

“Maybe I cried, maybe I didn’t. I ain’t tellin’ you.”

“Sometimes, I wake up and you’re in another city.”

“I am never wrong.”

“It’s obvious it’s over.”

“Face the facts, damnit! They’re never coming back!”

“Tell me what happened? When did I lose you?”

“I don’t remember… I’m so sorry.”

“Oh god, no, I didn’t mean that. Forgive me, please.”

“Stop calling me cute!” - “Stop doing cute things!”

“I haven’t moved on yet.” - “I can tell.”

“I wasn’t going to try to fix us, but damnit, now you’ve got me thinking there’s a chance.”

“I’m not going to apologize.”

“You told me you wanted to let go. That night… I was coming over to try and fix things.”

“Okay, so maybe I lied! Maybe I’m not over you! Maybe I still have feelings! Stupid, stupid, uncontrollable feelings!” - "Well, what made you think I don’t feel the same?”

“I don’t want to do this. I can’t leave her behind.”

“I would say this cake was baked with love, but I had a bad day so it’s baked with chocolate and hatred.”

“I just… want to go home.”

“If you miss me, then you should do something about it.”

“Kiss me like I’m him.”

“It’s not because of dinner.”

“And you still won’t admit it.”

“Get out of my head.”

“You can keep the apartment.”

“Take me anywhere.”

“You stuff is in boxes outside your parents’ place.”

“I know I’m on your mind.”

“You said I should move on.”

“Why don’t you want to be alone with me?”

“I’m so scared… of you… of us.”

“Meet me at the terminal.”

“This is actually Hell.”

“You’re just another girl.”

“you must not blame yourself. not for this.”

“My future isn’t going to be like yours.”

“This was my mess and I need to fix it.”

“My hate for you cannot be measured.”

“Yeah uh – yeah, no. That sounds awful.”

“Please… don’t leave me here. Don’t leave me alone, not without you.”

“So that went well.”

“You’re awful. I love it.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, exactly?”

“Is that… lipstick on your collar?”

“Did you do this?”

“You know what? This place feels like home.”

“Oh shit. Am I – am I in love? That’s not supposed to be happening. That’s not right.”

“Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

“Dear y/n – first of all, I’m so sorry. I really am.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“So what, you’re just gonna leave?”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out?”

“You really think you can beat me? That’s cute.”

“I’m tired of you. I really am, at this point.”

“Oh, just digging myself a grave, you?”

“Shh. This is my favorite part.”

“Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?”

“I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you.”

“Is that necessary?”

“I don’t like it.”

“I’m getting bad vibes… we should go.”

“HA! Loser!”

“You wear me out, kid.”

“Is this a joke? This is a joke right, you’re joking.”

“The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days.”

“You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You kiddin’? That’s brilliant, c'mon!”

“So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?”

“My hero.”

“That was harsh.”

“You better pipe down. I’m not laughing.”

“So you’re really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?”

“So uh. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or…?”

“Why is there a dog in my living room?”

“They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed.”

“Oh boy. I’m on the weird side of YouTube again.”

“You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I, for one, approve wholeheartedly.”

“Did you mean like… this?”

“Would you do it for love?”

“It’s funny. I saw this coming from a mile away and I still didn’t do anything to prevent it.”

“Raise those eyebrows any higher and you’re going to lose them.”

“I made you something. Do you like it?”

“It’s your choice whether or not you leave an impact on their life.”

“It’s no fun going alone.”

“I wanna go home. I’m tired of being in a place that makes me feel unwanted.”

“I’m standing on my own two feet. You don’t get to come back and sweep me off them.”

“In a perfect world, we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“I locked away my memories for good reason.”

“You’re a dirty little promise breaker.”

“This is why you’re my voice of reason.”

“I’m here to help you crash this party.”

“You were planning on leaving without me. I knew it from the start.”

“They’re lonely like we are.”

“I’d rather be hurt by the truth than tangled up in your lies.”

“You made me believe you were invincible.”

“You aren’t a danger to me. You aren’t a danger to anyone.”

“You’re not short. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I bet it’s nice having a convenient excuse to use every time you need one.”

“I’ve committed many crimes. You’re going to have to be clear about which one you’re talking about.”

“I expected betrayal, but it still surprised me.”

“Don’t ask me what I said. Chances are, I don’t even know.”

“Can you move over a bit please?”

“You can stop that now.”

“Don’t talk to him like that.”

“Are you literally five years old?”

“How much did you drink, exactly?”

“Please don’t touch me.”

“Say that one more time and I’ll fuck you up.”

“Of course you had to jump in on the conversation.”

“You’re not as cool as you think you are.”

“That’s fine, just go right and cut in front of me. I’ve only been waiting in line for forty-five minutes, no biggie.”

“The sign clearly says we’re closed so can you please either buy something or leave so I can go home.”

“I’m pretty sure you broke my best friend’s heart.”

“Not to be rude or anything, but I know your type so please, kindly, fuck off.”

“Okay, but, it’s none of your business?”

“Let’s be real here. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let you take my drunk friend home.”

“Over my dead body.”

“All because you say 'no offence’ it doesn’t make what you say any less offensive.”

“So, are you going to let me speak or…?”

“You had literally no right to do that.”

“Do you often make people this uncomfortable, or am I just extremely lucky?”

“I love this place so much.”

“We are still alone.”

“I want to bring all of you.”

“I’m taking a walk.”

“I’d rather die than have this conversation right now.”

“This isn’t the future I wanted.”

“Carry on, why don’t you?”

“Give it up already.”

“You have mascara all over your face.”

“You like when I look like this.”

“I’ll be fine if you leave.”

“I don’t need you anymore.”

“Thank you for making me tough.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Stop putting me down.”

“Take a look around, what do you see?”

“Just thought I’d be happier.”

“This isn’t an emergency.”

“We need to be on our way.”

“You’re too proud to let yourself love me.”

“I’ve never been scared of anything.”

“I’ll call you if I get home.”

“I know where you’re going to go.”

“It’ll all fall into place, trust me.”

“Are you in a rush?”

“Don’t walk home alone.”

“You look better than I remember.”

“Get it through your thick skull!”

“Don’t doubt me.”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“They know. They all know.”

“There’s nothing she can do.”

“Why would I be with you if I was looking for someone else?”

“There’s a bed in the other room.”

“Stop wasting her time.”

“I noticed you the second you got here.”

“Waiting for the right time to tell you…”

“Get on the dance floor.”

“It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.”

“Why are you here if you’re not having a good time?”

“I think she’s leaving.”

“It’s all in my head.”

“I don’t want to keep picturing you with him.”

“I can’t shake it.”

“It’s a shame that you’re still angry about that.”

“What would you do in my position?”

“I think about it constantly.”

“It hurt more now. Time hasn’t done anything.”

“I remember what I said that made you leave.”

“My brain is hectic.”

“Don’t be a bad boy with me.”

“You know what you do to me.”

“Are you just gonna stay a fantasy?”

“What is ever enough for you?”

“This summer, fuck it. Run away with me.”

“Stop talking, look at the stars.”

“You wouldn’t recognize me now.”

“I can’t care for you now.”

“You’re so demanding.”

“I won’t be here to wake you up tomorrow.”

“Hold onto someone who treats you like that.”

“You were gone. I turned around and poof!”

“Who will still care?”

“You said you could help!”

“You don’t know shit!”

“Some boys are just for good times.”

“You are making a killing right now.”

“You don’t listen at all.”

“You didn’t ask for permission.”

“Of course, you got what you wanted.”

“She’s the girl you’re bringing to the hotel?”

“Keep me warm.”

“Is this what you think I was looking for?”

“I’m okay sleeping alone.”

“Heard you were talking shit.”

“Shame on me for getting too close.”

“You’re the worst at this.”

“Anything goes.”

“Give me more.”

“You made me drive you here and you’re leaving with him?”

“I can’t come back!”

“If I were you, I’d be quiet.”

“That is not what I said!”

“That’s a suitcase.”

“I’m blindsided.”

“What did I do wrong? Please tell me.”

“Where is your stuff?”

“It can’t be too late…”

“All I want is to love you.”

“What changed so quickly?”

“Answer me!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Get out of the way!”

“That’s what my mom said.”

“This isn’t going to be easy.”

“How much more are you going to put me through?”

“What if I told you it will be alright?”

“Watch over him.”

“You have some nerve.”

“Did you call me 'sweet’?”

“This is completely new territory for me.”

“Maybe right now you just can’t imagine being lonely…”

“You’re going to be late.”

“Heard you’ve been busy.”

“I’ve been working all week.”

“Meet me upstairs.”

“I don’t give a shit what he feels.”

“Do you know what that means?”

“You had the keys!”

“I remember everything you whispered.”

“I’m not alone tonight.”

“Give it time, you’ll forget about it.”

“Is this going to disappoint me?”

“You’re a twisted person.”

“I didn’t think we’d go that far.”

“I just wish I understood why you did that.”

“Why is there pain?”

“I believe in you.”

“Maybe I cried, maybe I didn’t. I ain’t tellin’ you.”

“Sometimes, I wake up and you’re in another city.”

“I am never wrong.”

“It’s obvious it’s over.”

“Face the facts, damnit! They’re never coming back!”

“Tell me what happened? When did I lose you?”

“I don’t remember… I’m so sorry.”

“Oh god, no, I didn’t mean that. Forgive me, please.”

“Stop calling me cute!”

“Stop doing cute things!”

“I haven’t moved on yet.”

“I can tell.”

“I wasn’t going to try to fix us, but damnit, now you’ve got me thinking there’s a chance.”

“I’m not going to apologize.”

“You told me you wanted to let go. That night… I was coming over to try and fix things.”

“Okay, so maybe I lied! Maybe I’m not over you! Maybe I still have feelings! Stupid, stupid, uncontrollable feelings!”

“Well, what made you think I don’t feel the same?”

“I don’t want to do this. I can’t leave her behind.”

“I would say this cake was baked with love, but I had a bad day so it’s baked with chocolate and hatred.”

“I just… want to go home.”

“If you miss me, then you should do something about it.”

“Kiss me like I’m him.”

“It’s not because of dinner.”

“And you still won’t admit it.”

“Get out of my head.”

“You can keep the apartment.”

“Take me anywhere.”

“You stuff is in boxes outside your parents’ place.”

“I know I’m on your mind.”

“You said I should move on.”

“Why don’t you want to be alone with me?”

“I’m so scared… of you… of us.”

“Meet me at the terminal.”

“This is actually Hell.”

“You’re just another girl.”

#prompt list #it's really long i apologize #sincerelymark

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@interstellarvagabond had this hella great fic idea for our Sophomore Jack au (@sophomore-jack) and so we stayed up till 2am creating this beautiful mess of stress.

Hope you like.

TW: Hallucinations, Cursing, Disassociation

“So, I saw ya skipped class again today,” Scottie said in a suspiciously casual voice.

Jack narrowed his eyes and looked up from his bed. “…yes?”

He hoped Scottie would drop the subject soon, so he could stay safe in his fortress of blankets. Unfortunately, this did not happen.

“And breakfast, and lunch, and the class after that,” Scottie continued, pausing to make an intrigued humming noise. “I see a pattern here, laddie.”

Really, no shit Scottie.

“Well that is what tends to happen when one doesn’t feel well,” Jack turned away toward the wall. Maybe if he tried actively ignoring Scottie the questioning would stop.

“You’ve been feeling unwell a lot lately,” Scottie said. His pointed tone was not lost on Jack. He considered telling Scottie to simply fuck off, but he was trying to be better than that. Trying not to be…he wanted to be a good person. He really did.

Inhale, exhale, breathe.

“Well,” Jack began and sat up, “it is unfortunate that my studies are suffering, but this bout of sickness will pass in time. Plus,” he raised an eyebrow and spread his hands out, “what would you have me do? Go to the nurse’s office?”

Checkmate.

“Well, not exactly,” Scottie said. “The nurse’s office is for people who are actually physically sick, laddie, and I got a feelin’ yer illness ain’t so physical.”

Okay, note: don’t play chess.

Jack grinded his teeth, feeling them scraping against each other almost painfully. The muscle in his jaw jumped.

“Scottie, I truly appreciate your concern, but my well-being is not something that you should trouble yourself with.”

“Well maybe if ya stopped being so troubling!” Scottie was pacing now, not anxiously but more like a cat ready to pounce. Or at least, so it seemed to Jack. He found he could not often trust his perception of things these days.

Scott halted and whipped around, pointing a finger at Jack. “Jack, you’ve been a mess ever since the beginning of the year. Last year ended with ya relatively mentally okay, but it seems ya not only backtracked, but ya slid miles backwards-” Scottie’s voice got louder with each word. “-and if ya don’t get help soon, I’m not sure what’s going to happen!”

“You are not my therapist,” Jack reminded his friend in a sharp tone.

“Aye, and a good thing I’m not,” Scottie came over to the bed, staring Jack down. “I don’t have the training or the knowledge. But ya know what I do have?” Scott sat down about a foot away from Jack on his bed, “I do have a set of ears.”

Oh my god that is Too close.

“You seem to use your mouth quite a bit more.” Jack edged away from his friend ever so slightly, hoping it would not look as if he was retreating.

It did.

“Jack, ya can’t run from me, laddie,” Scottie said. “Ya can’t push me away, though I know yer sure as hell trying.”

Jack’s brow furrowed. Why would someone continue to associate themselves with someone that caused them so much pain and aggravation? Why was Scottie still here? Still trying to drag his sorry ass out of bed? Still trying to give the murderer redemption?? Still trying to be his friend?

What a fool.

How could Jack even have friends now?

Sticking his nose where it does not belong. This is my business.

He didn’t deserve a friend who would care so much for him even after all he’s done.

“I’m still here, laddie,” Scottie said, noticing that Jack’s mind had gone miles away. Jack felt his blood grow hot.

Unfortunately.

“Are you just gonna sit in bed all day, runnin’ away from yer problems like some ninny?” Scottie asked, his voice harsher than he meant.

“Stop…” Jack muttered.

“This isn’t Ryou Sakai, the honor student, ass-kicking, friend-helping, health-advocating, gym rat, respect-giving friend I used to know!”

“I told you to stop!” Jack growled, his head was spinning. It felt as though a million wasps were stinging at his skin and buzzing in his ears, there was too much at once.

S T oP sT oP STOP S T O P.

“The Jack I knew would be ashamed to see you here,” Scottie didn’t want to be cruel, but he knew Jack would just shut down if he kept pulling punches. He had to get a reaction, had to make him see.

Excuse me?

Jack screamed, a wordless primal yell, and lunged for his friend. Jack in his sophomore year, eating regularly and training everyday, had been near-lethal when he wanted to be. Jack in his junior year, starving, sleep-deprived, weak, plagued by hangovers…

His punch almost comically bounced off Scottie’s barrel chest. Scottie raised a ginger eyebrow, not sure if he was unimpressed or severely concerned, as Jack just proved his point.

“Ya see?” he said, gesturing to where the punch had landed. “That’s not a Jack punch. Remember when ya taught Malik how to throw a proper punch? Yer worse than he was back then.”

Scottie took a deep breath. If Jack was too emotional for words right now, then they’d settle this with a brawl. “Now this, this is how ya throw a punch!”

Wha- Scottie’s punch smashed into Jack, sending him sprawling across the bed. To Jack, it felt like he’d just been hit by a train. In reality, Scottie hit him softer than he did when they would play-fight last year.

fUCK.

Jack surged back to his feet, not a graceful fluid motion like he’d been taught by his father, but a jerky grappling with his own body and the bed in a desperate attempt to right himself. He tackled Scottie, somehow managing to push the larger boy back a few inches.

Jack started a barrage of punches, each one growing faster, angrier, weaker. He gave a near-incoherent scream. “Why won’t you leave me!”

“I’ll leave ya be when ya don’t need me,” Scottie said, putting Jack in a headlock.

“No!” Jack said. “Not leave me be…leave me!”

A scream tore itself from Jack’s throat and in a surge of desperation he broke free and scrambled off the bed and onto the floor. He stood, his head dropping, hands weakly in fists. Each limb looked as if it was suspended from a marionette string.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw again the vision of himself. The him he used to be. The blue phantom that stood taller than him, stronger than him, better than him. Judging him.

“Why…. won’t….. you just…. leave….” Jack gasped as he swayed. “Why do you stay…when I am this?”

What does you w a n t from me?

Jack gave a small, broken laugh as he gestured at himself and then at the phantom. He stared imploringly into Scottie’s eyes, not even registering the fearful concern growing on the other’s face.

“Perhaps he stays because he lives here? You’re just a burden to him. You’re the one who should leave.” his other self hissed, taunting him. “Oh, wait, I forgot, you live in your bed now don’t you? Pathetic.”

Jack weakly waved a dismissive hand at the hallucination, as if he could make it disappear.

“Who’s there now, laddie?” Scottie asked, looking at the empty patch of air that Jack kept glancing towards.

“The Ryou Sakai you miss so much,” Jack said, his voice both angry and heavy with the tears beginning to drip down his face.

Jack felt a wet drop on his hand and looked at it, startled, and raised the hand to his face.

Huh, he was crying.

“You can’t even have a conversation without bawling about it like a dumb baby?” The blue image flickered and got in his face giving a snort of disgust.

“How disgraceful.”

Like a flame, it contorted until the facial features no longer resembled Jack. At first, it was just a warped image of himself, but a new face began to form.

It was the man he killed, it was the woman he let die, it was his father staring down at him with eyes that burned like embers.

The blood from that childhood memory so long ago dripped down his face.

“Our actions are what define us, my son,” Jack’s father rasped. “And your actions define you as a murderer.”

A m u r d e r e r.

Jack sank to his knees, his throat too raw to scream again. He didn’t know when he became aware of it, but suddenly he was leaning against Scottie. His friend was trying to right him from his rag-doll limpness, but Jack did not want to stand and face himself. He wanted to lay down and sink through the floor through the building through the dirt and sink forever never stopping and I can’t breaTHE-

“Jack, yer hyperventilatin’.”

Jack gasped wildly for breath, eyes flying open and tears springing forth. He clawed at Scottie’s arm and the ground, grasping for a tether. Scottie grabbed Jack’s clawing hand, as if he knew what it was Jack was looking for.

Jack still scratched the carpet weakly and Scottie grabbed the other hand and gathered Jack in his arms, holding him tightly. The pressure calmed Jack, instantly flinging him back into reality. He could feel his breath evening out, albeit slowly.

Jack inhaled deeply and held it for almost a minute. He exhaled heavily and his shoulders shook as Jack burrowed his head into Scottie’s chest.

…fuck….

His whole body felt limp and light, it was as if he could float away. His cheeks were still tear-stained and he could taste salt on his lips.

“How do ya feel, laddie?” Scottie asked.

“…you never said, why you stay,” was all Jack found he could say.

Please tell me.

Scottie sighed and shifted his hold on Jack, holding tighter. “You’re my friend, Jack. Friends help friends. Isn’t that enough?”

“How can you still call one such as I your friend?” Jack asked. “How can you still look me in the eyes and feel anything but disgust, anger…or fear?”

Or hatred?

Scottie looked down, incredulous. “Sure I get angry when ya don’t eat or disgusted when ya don’t have a shower in a week, but fear? Not with those kitten punches.”

When Jack didn’t laugh Scottie sighed. “But seriously, laddie. I’m not afraid of you because I know I can trust you. You can trust me too, ya know.”

Trust……

Jack stiffened and nearly pulled away, but was too weak to break from the hug.

“No ya don’t laddie, I want some god-fucking answers we didn’t do this so you could fuck off,” Scottie pulled him back in, ensnaring Jack.

Jack groaned and gave up any attempt of escape.

“This isn’t a short or pleasant tale,” he warned. The cautionary had little effect as it was muffled by Scottie’s shirt.

“It’s not a story I’m lookin’ for, laddie” Scottie said.

Jack glanced up with dread pooling in his gut. “What would you like to know?”

“Well we can start with ‘are you going to leave the room today?’ or ‘when did you last eat?’ but mostly what I wanna know is are you going to be okay?” Scottie asked.

Jack gave a small huff. “I do not know, I do not remember, and that is a very complicated question, my friend.”

“Don’t re- don’t know??” Scottie rolled his eyes, but his exasperation seemed to be a mask for concern. “Okay, how about this, can I remind you to eat and sleep and bathe every now and then? Without ya feelin’ like yer privacy is being invaded?”

Jack gave a breathy laugh. “I would not object to that.”

“Sure ya say that now, but ya were objecting quite a bit earlier!” Scottie teased.

Jack gave an indignant nudge with his head.

The pair sat in silence. Unlike earlier, it was not a tense or oppressive silence, but a comforting one where both individuals are momentarily content.

Of course, Scottie was the one to break the silence.

“Did ya at least enjoy hitting me?” Scottie asked. “I know you’ve been wanting to do that a lot lately.”

Jack chuckled. It was small, quiet, and half-hearted, but it was enough of a laugh to make Scottie smile hopefully.

“I think I hurt my hand more than I hurt you,” Jack said. “I really have…” he trailed off, thinking about what he had become.

“Been slacking on the protein? Aye, but we can fix that.” Scottie winked. “There’s this amazing thing called ‘eating’ I’ll show you sometime.”

“Perhaps after I discover this amazing thing called ‘showering’?” Jack suggested with a half-smile.

“Or the miracles of shaving!” Scottie laughed.

“You do not like the beard?” Jack asked, feigning a wounded tone.

“Ya look like ya have a drowned wild rat on yer face,” Scottie said. “I was more afraid of it than you when we were fighting!”

Okay, fuck you.

Jack glared at his friend, but he could feel his spirits lifting as their banter took on its usual light-heartedness.

He looked back to his bed, the dual fortress and prison he had been hiding in for so long now. Jack could feel a weight in his stomach that told him this was not the end of things. No, he could not punch or hug away all of his problems. However, he felt more secure in his friendships. He could at least stay close to the people he cared about without feeling guilty or afraid he was losing them. Maybe that was a start.

Jack stood, ignoring the blue flickers in the corner of his vision.

“Ya feel better, laddie?”

Jack looked down at his companion, at Scottie. A man two years his senior who had only been kind to him throughout this whole ordeal and hadn’t complained once. Jack’s friend.

Jack gave a tired, but full smile. “I do. Thank you.”

Scottie stood and clapped a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “That’s good to hear, Jack.” He pulled them in for another, shorter hug.

A start to what, Jack wasn’t sure.

But it was certainly good.

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #166: Day of the Godslayer!

December, 1977

The cover is right. If you had told me after Avengers #13 that that goofus would come back as an Evil Superman, I would have said ‘I can’t tell if you are joking for comics are a silly place.’

Speaking of though. This is the third issue in the Evil Superman Count Nefaria arc. And he’s fighting a computer.

I wonder when Richard Pryor is going to show up.

Last time: Count Nefaria assembled a new Lethal Legion (Whirlwind, Power Man, and Living Laser) as part of a ruse to steal their powers and turn himself into Evil Superman. And then he did do that. Then he beat up the Avengers, dropped a building on them, had a talk that got Too Real with the Whizzer, and beat up the Avengers again. And then Thor showed up.

And then he do what Thors do and throws the hammer.

Also apparently he was teleported into this story against his will and has no idea whats going on or how he got here.

Which is a relatable feeling in this day and age really.

So Nefaria wanted Thor but now that he has Thor he doesn’t know if he wants him anymore. He got hit by Mjolnir pretty hard and even if he survived it and Thor marvels at Nefaria’s power out loud, Nefaria still begs Thor to stay away.

But instead of that, more punching.

Having tanked two Thor hits Nefaria is getting his confidence back a bit. Why should he fear Thor if he’s done his worst and Nefaria has survived it?

Clearly Thor should fear Nefaria and his eye lasers.

Which feels like tempting fate.

Because even though they’re only two hits into this fight, Thor decides to throw Nefaria through a random portal into apparently airless space where he will possibly asphyxiate and die.

Geez, Thor.

In fairness though. The man is trying to steal his hammer.

Because we get more of Nefaria’s thought process here. He’s afraid of old age now that he has gained so much power. So he wants immortality. Thor is immortal. The hammer is the source of Thor’s power. Therefore, Mjolnir can make Nefaria immortal!

The logic is unassailable!

Or very assailable. Thor immediately calls him a fool embracing rumors and lies to build his false hope.

But also: imagine how hilarious it would be if Thor went ‘okay you want Mjolnir? Here’ and just handed Mjolnir to Nefaria. And Mjolnir immediately plummeted as it do when held by the unworthy pratfalling Nefaria to the ground.

Comics, why must you fail to do the best things sometimes?

Oh. I side-tracked myself.

How does Nefaria deal with a mystic suck portal?

He drops an entire skyscraper on it to clog it up.

Apparently one can clog up a mystic portal as long as you have enough wreckage.

It helps that the wreckage also falls on Thor.

That’s two buildings now that Nefaria has knocked over. This is a level of casual property destruction that I don’t think we’ve had so much before in Avengers.

Anyway, Nefaria decides that Thor is Totally Dead Forever just like he thought the Avengers were. And his train of thought then takes him to shit I’d better kill the Avengers in case they get their third wind.

And then Thor busts out from the rubble seriously nettled and unleashes Thunder God mode.

I mean Thunder God is what he always is. If he were a MtG card it would say Summon Deity - Thunder God, possibly. But he’s not really thunder godding it unless he’s yelling something at the heavens and making the skies crack open with lightning and rain.

He’s got to be behaving exactly like a taller Darla Dimple with better hair basically.

His summoned lightning strikes Mjolnir and charges it up with electricity. Because when you absolutely have to cave someone’s face in why not also electrocute them?

But when he swings down at Nefaria as hard as he can, Nefaria catches Mjolnir and halts its swing.

Much like Not-Evil Superman would later do in Justice League/Avengers before kicking Thor’s ass.

This does not bode well for the god of thunder.

So lets cut away and hope that some time off-screen will dull this bode.

I know what everyone has been wondering. What is Beast up to?

Shut up, yes you were.

Who else would you wonder about? Yellowjacket? Vision?

Fine, they’re here too. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY.

So basically in the previous issue, Yellowjacket ran from the fight. In fairness, Nefaria is out of his league. But still, shaaaaaaaaaame, says Beast.

But Yellowjacket had a good reason. He’s fighting with his strongest muscle: SCEINCE!

Nefaria is kicking their ass. So its absolutely ludicrous not to have one of their biggest guns available.

Yellowjacket scienced up a risky technique for instantly reviving Vision from his coma in the goo tank. Or it might kill him.

DARE HE TAKE THIS RISK?

Oh. Damn, really? Didn’t even milk the conundrum for a single panel before going ahead with it?

Okay. Yes. The Vision is revived. It was a risky procedure and it could have been dwelt on a little more for some damn melodrama.

I guess it had to happen anyway so why dwell? If you say in the first chapter that there is a robot in a goo tube, in the second or third chapter it must absolutely go off. If you’re not going to fire that robot, it shouldn’t be in that goo tube. Anton Chekhov said that, possibly while fighting the Klingons.

But here’s a potential consequence: the Vision has seemingly become even more robotic and Beast wonders if he didn’t maybe Come Back Wrong.

Meanwhile outside, Nefaria punches Thor’s handsome face.

And oh hey Thor dropped his hammer, Nefaria calls dibs.

Before he can grab it, Vision floats up to stop him.

I do wonder why they’re playing so cagey with the hammer. An obvious thing to do would be for Nefaria to try to pick up Mjolnir and fail because he’s prooooobably not worthy. And then he can get even more incensed and desperate because he was pinning his hopes on gaining immortality.

But he gets interrupted before he can even try and I wonder why.

Anyway.

Vision floats up in front of him and tries to do the Vision thing that Vision do where Vision sticks his fist in you.

But it fails. Something about the changes to Nefaria’s physiology makes it so Vision cannot penetrate Nefaria even intangible.

Which logically also means that Nefaria can punch Vision, even intangible. Which he does.

Meanwhile, watching Vision get knocked on his ass from the shadows nearby, the sunglasses asshole. Remember him?

Anyway, we learn more about his mysterious plan. He’s going to...

SNEAK INTO AVENGERS MANSION THROUGH ONE OF THE VARIOUS NEFARIA-INDUCED PUNCH HOLES AND TAKE PICTURES

the fiend.

But seriously, you better believe that this isn’t the last we’ll see of this sunglasses asshole.

Meanwhile, inside the Mansion. Jarvis tends to the Wasp because somebody has to remember that she was injured when a car was thrown through the building.

But as soon as she regains consciousness she gets up because hey that’s Count Nefaria out there and he’s apparently Evil Superman now. No way Wasp is not going to involve herself in that.

Meanwhile for the third time, Professor Sturdy (y’know, that Nazi scientist that helped Zemo build the Wonder Man machine and later helped Nefaria with Project N) rams through the police barricade, crashes his car when the police shoot out the tires, and then limps to the fight.

And boy is Nefaria surprised to see him.

Because obviously Nefaria turned on him and the rest of the scientists as soon as he didn’t need them anymore.

Remember the incredibly unsubtle ominous foreshadowing he gave them?

And yet they still cursed his sudden yet inevitable betrayal when he attempted to murder them all to prevent them from ever empowering anyone like him.

But maybe he should have slowed his roll because like with Wonder Man before Nefaria, Sturdy built a control in when he was empowering a dude.

Professor Sturdy: “Have not you noticed yet, Nefaria? You are aging at an incredible rate! A month for every ten minutes... a year for every two hours -- you vill be dead in two days!”

Count Nefaria: “oh... god, no! it -- its true! my face is... older!”

Professor Sturdy: “Only I know how to control your aging process... Nefaria! Only I could have... saved you!” -dies-

Count Nefaria: “i -- i’m dying. my life is slipping away!”

Thor attempts to emphasize with Count Nefaria. Asks him to surrender so that the Avengers can use the many scientists and such on the team to save his life.

But Nefaria was already in a lather about the prospect of dying in fifty years. Being told he has two days to live? He’s quite beyond reasoning.

Count Nefaria: “Didn’t you hear Sturdy? Only he could have saved me -- and he’s dead! I killed him! Arrhh! It’s too late! Do you hear? Too late! I’m going to di-i-i-e!”

And then he flies off to destroy New York City because if he’s going to die, he’ll at least gain a kind of immortality through infamy as the guy who melted New York.

Meanwhile, Wasp does her part by gently papping the unconscious Avengers in the face until they wake up. The Avenger’s third wind came on fairy wings. Or something.

Cap is too beat up to rejoin the fight but he passes his shield off to Wonder Man.

Which is honestly kind of a touching moment? I mean, in the midst of all of Wonder Man’s doubts about whether he’s worthy of being an Avenger, Cap just trusts him with his shield? Wonder Man is certainly touched, even though he doesn’t feel he deserves it.

Elsewhere, Nefaria melting the city. Just Nefaria things.

Also, Vision ponders having a fresh new existential quandary. And he just got over one!

Vision: “How odd! In his madness he desires that great masses precede him thru the portal of death... to better mark in history his passing? Human foibles should not be new to me, and yet -- it is as if I have forgotten them in my hiatus from life! Still, is it not a human experience to awaken after a brush with death and see everything as if for the first time?”

I have to wonder where they’re going with this. And I’m kind of worried. There’s a tendency to backslide characters to a state that’s perceived as more true to the character.

For Vision this can mean rewinding any progress he makes on being or perceiving himself as more human. And while I love robo-angst, I have to worry about someone Byrneing up Vision’s development.

This isn’t even the first time he’s had a near death experience! Its like the third! Still, I’ll wait and see where its going. Or cheat by peeking ahead. You’ll never know.

Anyway, Vision saves some crowds by vaporizing some rubble that was going to fall on them. Also he punches Nefaria out of the air. Because Vision can fly by altering his density. Neferia can only jump hella high. Very like early Superman.

And while Nefaria slams into the ground, the rest of the Avengers rush to dogpile him, leaving Nefaria to both lament and rue that he didn’t finish them off like he kept meaning to but kept forgetting to do.

And yeah. The Avengers just beat on him for a while. Yeah, he’s stronger and faster than them. But there’s just so many Avengers coming out of the woodwork and all swapping in and out before he can seriously hurt them. And Iron Man shows up. And then Thor.

And then Scarlet Witch continues her trend of just Scarlet Witching these books but good and uses her probability manipulation powers to create a probability where Nefaria is just filled with a mind-numbing burst of pain. What are the odds!

Oh and then Thor punches him into a building which then falls on him. Because turnabout is fair play.

And yet even all of this isn’t enough to knock Nefaria down because he got up again.

All of that and they only staggered him. And as he staggers out of the rubble he vows that he’ll kill the Avengers before he dies.

What does it take to put this guy down? A kinetic bomb?

A kinetic bomb.

Vision has flown a full mile above the fight. He increases his mass and density to their ultimate and

BUTHOOM!

Hits Nefaria dead on. Although counter to my word choice, both of them survive. Damn, Nefaria is one tough son of a gun.

Because Vision hitting the ground at full mass and density at terminal speed? Impacted hard enough that they felt it in Vermont. Not only felt it but a seismic station picked up readings like someone had just dropped a hydrogen bomb on New York City.

Weirdly, the impact doesn’t seem so drastic in the actual art. The Avengers aren’t even a block away and don’t seem to be affected.

You’d think there’d be more surrounding destruction but I’m no physicist. Or even very good at math. And sometimes language baffles me.

But even though the Avengers just knocked down a dude that's been giving them trouble for three issues, it is not a time for smiles and such. There is too much fallout and unaired grievances and resentments.

Iron Man demands answers from Thor accounting for him appearing and disappearing only when the Avengers are in deep shit.

(I thought Thor was on inactive duty? The point of that is that he doesn’t need to be available at all times, I thought)

But Captain America, who I guess has limped to the battle from the mansion, turns the questioning on Iron Man. He says that the Avengers have hit bottom while Iron Man has been a leader in absentia.

Also, Vision implies to Scarlet Witch that they need to talk about their relationship which worries me what with his new apparently more robotic demeanor.

Yellowjacket breaks up the fight, pointing out that they really should take care of Count Nefaria before he shakes off that one ton headache and the Avengers have to fight him again.

Here’s the thing: Professor Sturdy was only mostly dead. He‘s totally dead now but he was barely alive when Yellowjacket came across him. And the Nazi scientist told Yellowjacket how to depower Nefaria.

But the real ironic note here is that Sturdy had lied about Nefaria’s accelerated aging. While there was some rapid aging, it was just a temporary side effect. Actually, the super energy he had been enhanced with made him effectively immortal.

Nefaria’s murderous temper tantrum was for literally nothing!

Oh. One final note.

On a dock in Vladivostok, a mysterious old man looks at a locket containing pictures of Wanda and Pietro (Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver) and then boards a steamer that will take him to America “and a long-delayed reunion with his beloved children.”

DUN DUN DUNNNNN

Geez. Even in 1977 wild retcons about the Maximoff’s parentage were the Thing To Do, I guess.

(I’ve actually read ahead and know where this is going)

So time for Count Nefaria thoughts.

I’ve said in the past who disappointing I thought it was that original flavor master planner Count Nefaria didn’t appear more often as an Avengers villain.

It is kind of disappointing that after he becomes buffed up, Nefaria becomes primarily a physical threat. A brick wall for the Avengers to bloody their knuckles punching but eventually manage to knock down brick by brick.

I think a strong but not this strong Nefaria would be an interesting master planner antagonist to the Avengers. Able to thump them but not necessarily solo them. So he’d have to rely on planning to cover the gap.

While that may be, I absolutely loved Evil Superman Count Nefaria in this three parter. I mean, for one thing, how blatantly he is Evil Superman.

As much as I love Hyperion and the Squadron Supreme, Hyperion never Evil Supermanned to this level. This is exactly why crime dollars should not be able to purchase Superman’s powers. Toppling buildings, ripping into banks and then throwing away the money because whats the point, stomping the Avengers two and a half times. Nefaria is a rich man who suddenly has the superpowers to let him tangibly do to the world what he’s been doing to it socially the whole time.

Plus, Count Nefaria is just such a good bad comic book name. That’s his actual real last name. I suspect that he’s from the same part of Europe that the surname Doom is from.

Nefaria is a very Shooter villain. Shooter absolutely loves to write god-tier assholes whose failing is a very human foible.

Count Nefaria was given power to rival an actual god, Thor. But for much of this story he was driven by fear of aging and losing this power, thanks to a healthy dose of Old Man Nihilism from the Whizzer.

God-tier powers, done in by a very human fear.

We saw that with Graviton as well. He also had god-tier powers and was also able to manhandle Thor. And he was done in by his sense of possessive entitlement and a bit of power incontinence.

Graviton and Nefaria won’t be the end of this. Shooter will keep refining this take on villainy. We’ll see it with the Beyonder and with Korvac. And maybe with others.

On a more different note, Tom King gave me a whole new reason to love this story.

Look at those two crazy kids sneaking a snog behind a tree during a life-or-death battle instead of fighting Evil Superman! Young love!

There’s absolutely no way his take could have happened as the events were portrayed in the original issue. Its at odds with character placement and the timeline of events but heck. Its canon anyway.

Next time in the sequential numbering: the Guardians of the Galaxy guest star. But not the ones you might think. Remember the Gotg Vol. 2 stinger? Those guys. Kinda. Ish.

But before we get into that, there’s an annual and a crossover.

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