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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 months

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Hello cat, may i request a hero who's had a string of bad relationships and a villain who's absolutely in disbelief that that could happen. Like they're absolutely flabbergasted that multiple someones didn't like the hero.

Have a good day! Drink water and rest :>

With the villain's knife nearly digging into the hero's shoulder, they looked up at their enemy, panting and exhausted. They knew the villain loved the thrill, the damn sparring.

It was all a game to the villain, a funny and meaningless game when they toyed with the hero. They liked to watch them fight, loved to challenge them.

The villain seemed way more relaxed than the hero did, after all the hero had a bunch of responsibilities on their shoulders that had an actual weight. The hero was 90% sure the villain was some millionaire with too much time on their hands.

"Quite the intimate position, dear," the villain whispered. They winked and leaned down, making their knife press a little harder against the hero's shoulder. "You look lovely today, by the way."

"Your pick-up lines get worse, do you know that?" the hero asked. They tried to wiggle and somehow get away from their nemesis but it was to no use. The villain sat down on their hips and pressed them into the ground. Their smirk never faltered.

"Oh, come on. You love it."

"Just a little," the hero said. They were pretty sure all of this was a big joke. And even though that was true, even though the villain pretended to like them, the hero welcomed the effort.

It made them feel special. Especially when the villain got jealous.

"Don't tempt me," the villain said. However, their smirk fell when they saw the hero's sad smile. "What is it?"

"What? Nothing, nothing. Where were we? You wanted to stab me?" The pressure faded and the villain looked quite puzzled.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're the only interesting hero in this boring city. Would hate it if you actually fought me."

"I am actually fighting you."

"You're holding back, don't think I am that dumb, please."

The hero sighed. They supposed it wasn't a good idea to tell the villain what kind of troubles they got into when they weren't in costume. It wasn't smart to reveal that much of themselves, was it?

They took in another breath.

But wasn't that why they kept their identity a secret?

"...it's kind of pathetic," they said.

"I commit crimes to get your attention. That is pathetic," the villain joked and somewhere deep down, the hero felt more secure. It was strange how the villain could be such a stranger yet the person the hero was closest to.

"I'm just enjoying this more than I should. I'm not very good when it comes to personal relationships, so your efforts are really refreshing."

"You are not good with personal relationships? You with all your conflict-resolving talk and your words of encouragement and your helpful nature? You?"

"Yeah...can't seem to keep a partner."

"You're kidding. You've kept me for three years." The hero smiled. Whether it was intentional or not, the villain managed to calm their anxiousness.

"I guess I am too needy. Or too distant. Too pushy, I don't know. Maybe I am one of those people who doesn't end up with anyone." They shrugged and the irony of saying that while the villain was sitting on their hips only occurred to them later.

"Oh please, people must be throwing themselves at you. I mean, hello!?" The villain looked down the hero's entire body, suggesting that the hero was some kind of royal everyone drooled over. This time, the hero felt their cheeks burn.

"Ugh, stop it. You're so annoying." They pushed the villain's face away, partly because they wanted to touch them, partly because they didn't want the villain to see their glowing face. But the villain only looked amused.

"You're totally lovable," they said. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

With that they winked at the hero and disappeared into the night.

And the hero realised they had a terrible crush on their enemy.

#h-hopital #tossing this like a chunk of meat into the cage (to my followers)#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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cowgirlcherrie · 11 months

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college! abby headcanons

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warnings: 18+ MDNI, contains both fluff and a smidge of smut, strap, touching, petnames, cursing, weed, Ellie n Abby are friends in this, suggestive in some parts

a/n: no bc I actually drooool at the thought of college abby, so here are some head-canons I have for her, feel free to request in my ask box for ellie or abby, maybe even both, my asks box is always open so don’t shy away from sending what you want to see, but other than that, reader is CANONLY black in this, so some of the points kind of cater to a black! reader specifically (like descriptions etc) but I hope you enjoy this, much love always

༓ Oh my gosh don't get me started, college Abby is literally different

༓ Actually is succeeding academically, she is crazy smart and her GPA is high

༓ a lot of it stems from the fact that she hates letting new people into her circle, so she has grown a comfortable balance in her campus social life

༓ Always has her headphones in, that's her silent way of saying don't talk to me

༓ So many people have a crush on her but she literally does not careee

༓ The first time she met you though, she was willing to bend her no new friends rule, but you weren't exactly new

༓ Abby didn't realize how little she paid attention until a particular afternoon, when you walked up to the lunch table, that sat herself, Ellie (her roommate), and Ellie's girlfriend Dina who happened to be yours.

༓ Your appearance is what struck her, lips parting at the sight of you, practically drooling at the table. Ellie could only smirk from Abby's left watching the girl's brain combust at the sight of you. Your hair was braided, with your edges swooped softly, glossed lips, and stacked bracelets on your wrist. The colors of your outfit complimented your skin really well making making Abby suddenly feel hot.

༓ Your voice too! oh, Abby was heated, it was soft like butter and silk, the way you annunciated your words with a faint accent to them.

༓Abby watched the way your hips moved as you walked away from the table, you cutely waving at everyone including herself.

༓ "Who was that" Abby rushes, snatching the headphones off of her ears and pulling out the Instagram app on her phone to quickly type your name in with ease.

༓ "Really Abby it's been 4 months, that's my roommate y/n, and before you ask, yes! they’re gay"

༓ Oh Abby is and was obsessed with you, she always wanted you to be around and would even ask if you would join them when the group was hanging out

༓ "Oh my god, just fuck already" Ellie moaned in annoyance rubbing her temples, "Both of you are pissing me off"

༓ Anonymous tip masc2masc, Ellie basically told Abby that you were just as heated about her as she was for you, and that was like music to her ears.

༓ Abby works out all the time, no doubt

༓ the type to use the pull-up bar, with one hand, while reading with the other

༓ Abby is an R&B enjoyer, smooth jams, 90s classics

༓ totally listens to Brent Faiyaz, not because she's toxic or anything she just likes his music

༓ You were a bit thrown when she turned on Aaliyah and Ginuwine and she actually knew the lyrics word for word

༓ Abby does end up joining a sports team, either lacrosse or soccer, maybe even both when she feels ambitious

༓ Abby comes to Dina's dorm looking for Ellie only to be met by a tired you opening the door, in both a bonnet and your pajamas. Even when you weren't wearing any makeup you looked beautiful to her, she was infatuated.

"Ellie here?" Abby cleared her throat scratching at the back of her neck, her hair was free from its usual braid, flowing down her back in uniform as she wore a black hoodie that clung to her body just right, and black basketball shorts to match.

"Abby you speak?" you questioned, having to pinch yourself a few times to see if it was a dream.

"b'quiet pretty, answer the question"

༓ Abby must have been lucky that night, because not only were the two sleeping but that now left you and herself alone at the ripe hour of 10:30pm

༓ That night resulted in you tangled in Abby's sheets while her name left your mouth. Abby got a rise out of hearing you scream it, not caring about the curfew that the dorms had in place that might even result in her getting a noise complaint from the RA's.

༓ "you━ look so...pretty under me"Abby grunted out sparsely between each stroke that she gave you with her strap, her face was by your ear to whisper every little thought she's had about you inside, "mmm━ fuck... d-do you know how long I waited for this sweetheart"

༓ definitely doesn't one night stand you, y'all start exclusively seeing each other after that night and Abby doesn't hear the end of it from Ellie

༓ Abby, like Ellie, is so touchy with you that it serves as a way for her to tell you that she's right there with you without verbally saying it.

༓ Definitely keeps one hand on your thigh

༓ When you see her after doing well on a quiz or exam she always tells you that she "has a treat for you" which is really just an endless night of her fucking you.

༓ Believe it or not, Abby actually does go to the library, considering that recently the dorm has gotten loud (by loud, weed loud...Ellie) she does all her work in the library to avoid succumbing to cyphing with Ellie, which she can't because she gets drug-tested for sports.

༓ Only late to class if she doesn't like the professor

༓ Dina is letting her in all the time while you're sleeping and she just sits next to your sleeping body, rubbing her ring-coated fingers across your cheeks as she browsed the internet

༓ captain and leader of the 'u up?' text club

༓ considering that Abby braids her own hair, she is determined to learn how to braid yours as well so she can help you with your protective styles

༓ literally such a good girlfriend and academic god in one, Ellie and Dina were surprised it took the two of you 4 months to actually meet .

#abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #tlou part 2 #tlou2 fluff #tlou2 #abby fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x black!reader #black! fem! reader #black!y/n #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby x y/n #abby x reader #modern au #college! abby #modern! abby #sapphic

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steddieas-shegoes · 6 months

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you're not santa

i may or may not be having a small (this is a lie) crisis over liam believing in santa this year? i am 90% certain he doesn't actually believe in santa and just said he does because he thinks the cool gifts come from santa. meanwhile i am just trying to get the vibes on if i need two wrapping papers this year or not for the same amount of gifts. so anyways working through the feelings with putting the idiots in the situation as always, enjoy.

rated t | cw: the mildest innuendo | tags: fluff, modern au, married steddie, steddie dads, the magic of christmas is all of it not just santa etc

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"You better be quieter this year," Steve slapped Eddie's still bare ass as he hurried to throw on his Christmas pajamas. "Almost woke Maddy up last year. You're lucky I was standing by the door."

Eddie rolled his eyes fondly. "Well, maybe if you hadn't turned the-"

"Just go!" Steve laughed, throwing a pillow at him with deadly accuracy.

Eddie threw it back at him with a smirk. "When I get back, I'm giving you your present."

"You already did, Eds."

"No, that was just one of them," Eddie rushed to say before leaving their bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him.

Both bedroom doors were closed across the hall, so he quickly made his way down the stairs to the garage, where all the gifts were hiding since Robin dropped them off earlier that day.

But when Eddie opened the garage door and flipped the light switch, a voice startled him into nearly turning and running.

"I knew it!"

Sammy.

Their oldest son had been acting very suspicious of Santa related discussions for months now, and Steve had warned him that he was getting to an age where a lot of his friends probably didn't believe in Santa anymore.

"Sammy, why aren't you in your bed?" Eddie put his hands on his hips, identical to the way Steve stood when he was about to have a very serious conversation with one of their three kids.

"Because I saw Auntie Rob bring in a big bag earlier and you and Dad were trying to keep us distracted. So I looked out here while you were cleaning up dinner and saw all these presents." Sammy was standing with his hands on his hips, a mirror image to Steve in every way down to the same swoop of hair and freckles across his cheeks. "And all of these say from Santa, but Santa wouldn't have even come here yet because he was in London one hour ago and London is at least four hours from here!"

Eddie bit back a laugh at how Sammy tried to explain his way through the Santa gifts being here.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Eddie asked, dropping his arms and sitting down on the ground, gesturing for Sammy to join him.

"I already know Santa isn't real," Sammy said as he sat, sounding absolutely miserable.

"What do you mean Santa isn't real?" Eddie asked, pretending to be shocked at the revelation.

"Really, pops? You're gonna act like Santa is real?" Sammy got the sass from Steve, too. It was both annoying and adorable. "I'm seeing the evidence that he isn't with my own eyes."

"Look, Sammy, can I call you Sammy?" Eddie smiled when Sammy let out a laugh. "Santa as you know him isn't real, you're right. But there is a Santa. He's just so busy and can't do it all in one night, so he has presents delivered early for some people, like you and your brother and sister. But he can't ruin the magic, so he left them at Auntie Rob's house for safekeeping."

It sounded airtight. Any kid who wanted to believe in Santa would definitely believe that.

"Dad. Seriously." Sammy was giving him The Look. "I'm nine years old. I have straight As. I'm not stupid."

Which was something Eddie knew of course. He was endlessly proud of all of his super smart kids who did a million times better in school than he and Steve ever did.

But he didn't think believing in Santa was a sign of a kid not being smart.

"You're smart enough to learn the truth, which is that Santa gives the parents a lot more control than we let you think. Don't you think it would be harder to get Maddy to do her homework if I said 'Dad will take a present away' instead of 'Santa is watching to make sure you do your homework'?"

Sammy looked out at the garage, the clutter of children's outdoors toys and broken Christmas decorations and bulk snacks for lunchboxes scattered around.

"So he just gives you the toys when he thinks we've been good enough for them?" Sammy asked, still sounding unsure.

"Exactly! And he usually delivers them a couple weeks early so we can make sure they're wrapped and ready for tomorrow."

"So why keep it all a secret?"

Damn Sammy for always being two steps ahead of Eddie.

"It's more fun this way! Olivia was so excited to leave out cookies before bed, remember? If we told her this, she wouldn't even get to be excited about Rudolph eating the carrots, right?"

"So Rudolph is...real?"

"Okay, that one might be a lie," Eddie gave in on that to sell the rest of it. That's what you had to do with Sammy.

"So who eats the carrots?"

"I take bites and spit them in the trash. You know I hate carrots."

"Why don't you make Dad do it?" Sammy leaned against Eddie's side, letting out a long yawn. He was probably sitting out here for the last couple of hours waiting. He had to be exhausted.

"Dad did a lot of that stuff when you were really little. For five whole years before we switched."

"So he sleeps while you bring out all the presents?"

Eddie's face went red as he thought about what Steve was probably doing in their room right now.

"Yep! He did a lot of baking and stuff all day today so I let him rest," Eddie wrapped an arm around Sammy as his weight became heavier against him. "I think you should probably get some rest, too. Santa wouldn't want your Christmas morning ruined because you stayed up all night."

"I guess." Sammy yawned again. "Can I sleep on the couch?"

"You know Dad's rule. Bedrooms only on Christmas."

"Yeah, but that was for the secret. Now I know."

"But Maddy and Olivia don't. We have to keep this a secret from them, okay?" Eddie paused when he heard some footsteps directly above them. His brows furrowed.

"Maybe Santa forgot one?" Sammy asked, perking up.

"Maybe. Better get to your bed so he doesn't see that you're awake," Eddie nudged him.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Sammy was rushing out of the garage and up the stairs to his bedroom.

Eddie looked above him, but no more bumps could be heard.

After setting all the presents under the tree in a mostly organized fashion, Eddie got back to the bedroom, where Steve was fast asleep.

He got into bed carefully, not wanting to wake him up, but Steve's eyes blinked open slowly as he curled up under the comforter.

"Took you too long," Steve whispered.

"Sammy."

"What?" Steve's eyes opened all the way and tears were instantly filling them. "Does he know?"

"Sh," Eddie pulled Steve against his chest and ran his hands through his soft hair. "I'll tell you tomorrow. Sleep, love."

"Eds-"

They heard a small bump on the roof and then silence.

Steve sat up and looked out the bedroom window, then back at Eddie.

"What was that?"

"Must've been Santa," Eddie teased.

Steve rolled his eyes.

They both stayed up for a bit longer to make sure no other noises happened outside, but fell asleep when there was nothing.

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The next morning, all three kids jumped into their bed, yelling about how many presents Santa brought them and how full their stockings were.

Steve and Eddie made their way downstairs, rubbing their eyes as the kids pushed them down on the couch while they started grabbing gifts.

By the end, the kids were so busy playing with new toys, they didn't notice one more present hiding between the fireplace and the tree. Eddie reached over for it, not recognizing the wrapping paper.

"Did Robbie say she was getting them something else?" he asked, holding the gift out to Steve.

"Nope," Steve took it, checked the tag, then handed it back to Eddie with a shrug. "Says it's for you."

Wayne wouldn't be bringing his gifts for everyone over until that afternoon, so who could this one even be from?

He opened it carefully, worried that it was a prank by Steve and the kids. It wouldn't be the first time they managed to pull off a prank gift.

The confusion only increased when he pulled out a small plastic replica of the London Bridge.

"You don't even like London that much. Who got you that?" Steve asked, resting his head on Eddie's shoulder.

"No idea."

Sammy looked up at them over the new book about planets he got and beamed.

"Santa brought you a present!"

Eddie was suddenly reminded of their conversation last night, how Sammy insisted Santa was just in London and couldn't possibly have made it here.

Eddie had seen a lot of weird things in his life, had ignored a lot of them and passed them up to weird coincidence, but this was different.

He set the replica on the table by the couch and wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders, kissing the top of his head as he leaned further into him.

"Santa?" Steve asked.

"Must've been a good boy this year," Eddie smiled.

"Uh-huh. I'm sure you were," Steve kissed his cheek before turning back to watch their kids playing on the floor.

Maybe Eddie would have to write a letter to Santa next year to thank him for the gift.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie dads #drabble #christmas #fluff

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bat-writer · 1 year

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Daddy's Little Girl

Warning: some language, slightly suggestive-ish

~ -> timeskip

You watch as your fathers pulls up to the front of mansion. Alfred held your hand as you patiently waited for his arrival. He had told you about a special surprise coming soon, you wonder this could be it. When the car makes a full stop out step your father, Bruce Wayne followed by a young boy. You shift in your place still hiking Alfred’s hand.

"Y/N, this is Dick Grayson, he'll be living with from now on" your father introduced a boy who seemed to be around the same age as you. He had dark hair and deep blue eyes. He was still a lot taller than you were at just 12 years old.

“Dick this is Alfred and my daughter, Y/N. They’ll show you around the mansion and can help you if you need it.” He said rest his hand on his shoulder. You gave him a small wave and he waved back.

“Master Grayson, would you like for Y/N to show you your room?” Alfred offered. He sensed that if another child were to show him he may feel a bit more comfortable. Grayson gave him a nod and you let go of Alfred “miss Y/N, do you remember what I showed you beforehand?”

“Yes Alfred” you confirmed with a nod

“Good, now off you go. I’ll prepare you all lunch” he said giving Bruce a knowing look. He watched as Dick followed you into the large mansion and up the stairs.

"this is your room, mine is down the hall at the end." you showed him as he looked around the room "do you like your room" you ask him

"Mhm" he nodded his head "thank you.."

"Come on, let's go and help Alfred" you said taking his and running out of the room

Ever since then you and Grayson have always been at each other's hip. As young teens you would annoy one another like siblings. You'd also try and compete for your father's approval. Of course, 90% of the time you won because Bruce loves his little girl. He also loved you so much you were restricted a lot more than Dick.

You could only help with patrol, but only from the cave. He hates the thought of you dating because he knows what Gotham is full of. He himself has the title of Billionaire Playboy, but that doesn't mean he would want that for you.

Now here he is faced with a problem. Dick Grayson was looking at you in a way he never has before. You had helped to crack some puzzles and you were just taken by joy and triumph. Bruce was as proud as always but in all the years that he cared and trained with Dick he's never seen him look like that, and with blushing cheeks.

Now that he has gone solo as Nightwing you guys don't see one another much. He does stop by once in a while, get patched up, train and catch up. But things were different now that you're both young adults. Different interests, different curiosity, different feelings...

He would look at you with these eyes that screamed interest and adoration.

"Y/N, I think Alfred may need helping to bring down some things I had asked for. Could you help him?" Bruce asked looking for an excuse to have Dick alone.

"Sure, thing dad," you agree and head out of the Batcave. As soon as you were out of sight, he turned to Dick.

"Dick, will you be staying the night?" he asked

"Nah I've got another round to do in Bludhaven. I'll keep in touch" the young hero said as he struts his way out of the batcave.

"Master Bruce, the files you asked for" Alfred entered and handed a file on a current investigation "I gave Miss Y/N her laundry to keep her occupied."

Bruce sighs "Thank you Alfred." as the butler begins to walk out of the area he speaks again

"You know you can not keep them apart. The heart will still yearn for what it desires" he finishes as he exits the cave to continue his duties. Bruce just pinches the bridge of his nose not wanting to think you felt the same way towards Dick. He can only hope it won't go so far..

"Ah I'm so proud of my smart girl" Dick giggled as his nose was stuffed into your neck as he praised you for a job well done. His lips finding yours in a deep kiss as his arms held you close

"Dick for as much as I love all the affection, if dad catches you still here, he'll go crazy on you and me." you said pulling away and laying a boop to his nose. It was true this had been going on for about 2 months now, it's incredible how you were able to keep in under wraps. Even with a few close calls you were really surprised. You really did love Dick, he was everything you could ask for, but your father was just a bit protective. On top of that he's batman

"I know, I know" he sighs as he walks with you to your window "I just wish you'd let me take it into my own hands ya know? Prove to him, that I wouldn't hurt you" he brings both of your hands up to his lips to lay a gentle kiss to them "I love you..." he peered up into your eyes with his own.

"I know," you whisper "but soon alright? Just give it a little bit" he hops on to your window sill and brings your face closer to his by your chin

"I'll text you once I'm home beautiful" he kisses you goodnight. It was long yet short, and always left a smile on your face. You watch as he glides his way through the night like the acrobat he is. You close and secure your window and get ready for bed. Changing into some shorts and a hoodie Dick had left you. It smelled like his soap and cologne. You wrap yourself up in cozy blankets ready for a good nights rest.

Being His daughter came with many pros and cons. Of course, you had a great father who was charitable with his earnings, you were able to follow your passions with full support, and he was batman, full protection and training. Of course, the cons being he knew exactly how the city is, how men are, in a nutshell you in a bubble made of steel.

Now that knew that Grayson may have a thing for you, his possessive side has boosted past its limit. Being Bruce, he of course had security cameras all around the property. So of course, not only did he see Dick sneak into your window, but he also saw that goodbye kiss you shared.

"Ugh, what am I going to do..." he groaned as he stared at the large screen where you shared a kiss with his former sidekick.

For the next week Grayson had been getting some extra side missions from Bruce along with some extended training. He also rarely let you in the same area as him anymore. When he was there, he'd ask you to leave or to do something for him. Every now and then you'd get a chance to sneak in a hug or a quick kiss but all those times have also been very, very close calls. He would still try and get a quick goodnight kiss at your window. But even those small moments were everything for him. Alfred already knew what was going on but as asked by you, he said nothing and let you handle things.

"Master Bruce, you seem to be stressed, even for you." he told him as he served him some coffee one morning before he had left for work.

"Alred, Y/N is already 19 and I know she's smart and strong...but Grayson of all people?" he said taking a sip of coffee with no change to his face "there's nothing wrong with him but you know many women he attracts. I don't want or need her to get hurt."

"If I may add, Master Grayson was raised well by you for many years. He is a respectful, strong, honest young man with your sense of justice and moral." he says "and serving this family for as long as I have, he is the 1% of young men who know they must treat women in a certain way. Of course, if there are any outcomes, you are batman"

Maybe Alfred was right...however, he was Bruce Wayne, Billionaire playboy and he won't go down easy. So he thought he would have a small chat with the young hero later today.

"Morning Alfred, dad" you greet coming down still in your pajamas.

"No class today?" your father asked

"Luckily no, I guess it'll be a selfcare day today" you smile "Have a good day at work dad" you said giving a kiss to his cheek and walking over to the fridge to get something to eat. As soon as you heard the door close you turn to Alfred

"...was he talking about Dick again?" he ask

"On time as usual Miss Y/N" he said getting the ingredients out to make some french toast, your favorite.

"Oh Alfred, what am I going to do with him?" you joke pouring yoruself some orange juice

"Well I do try and speak with him when I can, and give him my best advice. However, we both know who you got your stubbornness from" he said tossing you and apron "but for now, let's make some breakfast." just like how he raised Bruce, he also took the role of being your grandfather.

As promised, Batman had asked Nightwing to meet up with him for an important discussion. Not paying any mind to the request he never thought he would be standing on the top of a building looking at security footage...of him! All the night you had come to your window to receive kisses, gifts and flowers.

"Oh god....look Bruce I can explain-"

"No need." he said holding up a gloved hand. It was one thing to speak with Bruce, it's another to speak with the Bat face to face. Even though he had been your mentor for years. "I bring you into my home, raise you, train you, let you close to the ones I love, especially my daughter."

He. Was. TERRIFIED. You'd think after training with Bruce for years he'd be used to this by now. But, right now this wasn't his mentor, or the Bat, but the father of his secret girlfriend. To add on, it was someone who had taken him as a child, trained him and became his mentor and father.

"You must have known I'd catch you with all the types of security. So why?" he asked

"...because I love her." he said wistfully but confidently "she just doesn't do anything and can still make my heart swoon. She's smart, and sweet and witty! She's tough too! She's also soft and gentle hearted and just so...beautiful...she's everything a guy could dream about but I know your concern is that I'll hurt her. But I swear I never would!"

"Dick..."

"I'll put my life on the line for hers every time!"

"Dick!" he finally stops the young hero "I know you'd do everything to keep her safe and happy. I know you Dick, you're a good man, an even better hero and I know you'd take care of her" he said laying a hand to his shoulder

"I wouldn't want it any other way"

"Just tell me alright? I'm Bruce Wayne, I know everything." he says as he starts to walk to the ledge of the building

"Oh yeah? What color is my under-"

"Pink."

"Hey! Y/N probably told you huh?"

*Knock knock*

The tapping at your window stirs you from your sleep. Looking to the glass you see none other than the hero himself. You walk to the window and open it quickly

"Dick, if dad see you he'll-" he shuts you up with a deep loving kiss. His strong arm wrapped around your waist as he dips you out of the window. The night air blowing through your locks. Bringing you back up he hands you a single rose

"Don't you worry about anything darling. I've already spoken with Bruce" he winks at you "Now get some sleep, I'm picking you up tomorrow for a proper date."

Taglist 🏷️: @igotanidea

#bruce wayne x daughter!reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x wayne daughter #batman #nightwing #grayson x reader #batfamily

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sugawhaaa · 1 year

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Jeongin x reader

"If only it were a birdie,"

Pairing:: Jeongin x female!reader

Warnings:: mention of blood and broken bones, mild foul language,based on the Canadian school system and is set in Canada bc I'm Canadian and it felt more accurate and safe to set it in Canada.

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A/N:: Another Jeongin fanfic 😍 it's to be expected lolol but the reason this fanfic came about was because we were playing pickleball in gym on Monday and everytime the guys playing infront of me would hit the ball I'd flinch because it was so loud. Then my brain went on a little tangent and then ta-daaa fanfic

"Alright class dismissed," your Science teacher clapped his hands and your classmates filed out of the room. You were going to head back to your locker when you remembered. This period is gym class. You groaned as you opened your locker. There was one good thing about gym class. All of your friends shared that same period. Despite it being just before break it was nice to spend time with all your friends for two whole hours.

While you were sorting through your locker to find your gym bag the boy next to you asked you a question.

"Do you know what class we have next?"

He was a super nice guy but he didn't have many friends. He's Korean, wears square glasses 90% of the time and has a unique fashion sense which most kids in your school don't like. He tries to fit in but when he realizes he can't, he just moves along. He's near the top of your class though, he's very smart.

"We have gym now," you said, smiling up at him.

"Thanks," he said as he continued to mind his own business. You know all these things about him because you share every single class with him. Both semesters. Everyday. Like what are the chances! Must've been some kind of mistake in the system but oh well. Also he's very friendly so you just naturally get along with him.

As you were on your way to the gym you ran into your friends.

"Claire! Kira!" You called out as you sped up to them.

"Oh hey Y/N," Kira said waving to you. The three of you went into the locker room. You changed into your gym clothes while talking about the latest gossip with your friends.

"Did you hear about that girl in 10th grade?"

"The one that got expelled, you mean?"

"Yeah!"

"I can't believe it's October and someone already got expelled,"

"I really don't wanna deal with Mr. Congies bs today,"

The girls chatted amongst themselves as you tied your shoelaces. You finally decided to join the Convo.

"Have you thought about going to Sarah's party next weekend?" You said grabbing your water bottle and going over to the other girls.

"Yeah," most of them said.

"And???"

"No way I'm going," they all shook their heads.

"Please! Any of you," you pleaded.

"We all know what goes down at her parties,"

"Yeah,"

"Man you guys are no fun," you said crossing your arms. You're just joking of course because they had the right to not want to go. Sarah's parties usually involve too many drinks for high-schoolers and too many…questionable sounds from the bedrooms. Either way you were gonna go, mainly to just get out there, but if your friends aren't going you probably won't either.

You and your friends walked into the gym to see…pickleball. You put your hands on your hips and shook your head. Your class has been doing pickleball for the past like 2 weeks. You went to the nearest court and stood on the side to wait for your turn with all the other girls. There were already four people playing and they had all the paddles so you stood there bored as fuck. Sure the talk between your friends was entertaining enough. Suddenly a girl shrieked, catching everyone's attention. Your gaze shot to where the ear piercing sound came from. There was the boy from earlier and a girl covering her body. Everyone stopped playing to see what the fuss was all about.

"He was taking lewd photos of me!!!!" She accused the black haired boy.

"No I didn't! I was just looking at my phone!" The boy protested. Then Mr. Congies came over.

"What's all the drama about," he said loud and proud. The girl explained that while she was waiting in line to play the boy behind her was taking inappropriate photos of her. The gym teacher snatched the boy's phone, "that's quite an accusation, we all know taking photos in school is illegal! Not to mention lewd ones," the teacher put his tiny glasses on and looked through the boy's phone. He looked terrified. "There is no evidence of any photos on Jeongin's phone of you." The teacher said, handing the phone back to the boy. Jeongin, that was his name. I forgot. You thought to yourself.

"I will get the councilors to look further into this later. For now, Jeongin on the court before I send you to the office," he said sternly pointing his wrinkled finger to the court and jeongin abided. He went over to the court, took a paddle from the other players and started playing. Mr. Congies put his hands on his hips with pride.

"Alright the rest of ya' back to playing," he said, waving the clipboard in his hand. Everyone continued to play as if nothing happened, including yourself. You kept talking amongst your friends.

"Ugh we haven't done anything all class,"

"Is that a bad thing though?"

"Yes! I wanna do something. Hey Y/N what time is it?"

Your friends all looked at you and you looked up to the clock in front of you.

"It's only eleven twenty," you said "why couldn't you have just looked at it?" You laughed with your eyes shut. That's when there was a sudden excruciating pain on the bridge of your nose. You opened your eyes to see everyone staring at you and a boy running over to you. Your friends were freaking out as you put your hand up to your nose, right between your eyes. It was SO painful. You slid your fingers down your nose and when you looked at them there was blood. Your eyes widened. What the hell just happened.

You looked down between your shoes as another drop of blood fell on them. Between your shoes there was a neon yellow pickleball with the tiniest bit of blood on it. You then pieced everything together. When you were laughing someone hit you right in between your eyes with a ball.

"I'll go get some ice!" Claire got up and ran to Mr. Congies. The boy that was running to you earlier sat next to you. It was Jeongin. He kept apologizing as you just sat there awkwardly. "Here Y/N," Claire said as she offered you the ice with Mr. Congies standing next to her.

"She should go to the nurse's office. Will one of you take her for me?" He said as you put the freezing ice to your nose. You flinched at the feeling. Jeongin shot his hand up before standing up.

"I'll take her!" He called out.

"Fine but first, who did this?" Mr. Congies crossed his arms.

"It's my fault Mr. Congies, I wasn't paying attention,"

"No. It was Jeongin he hit you didn't he," he said glaring at Jeongin. All your friends nodded their heads along with I.N. "Alright go on now I don't want anymore blood on my precious gym floors," Mr. Congies said with a wave of his clipboard. Jeongin took your arm and held the ice pack to your nose for you. He took you down the hall. You had your eyes gently shut because you now have a piercing headache.

"Careful there's stairs here," He said, making you open your eyes and wobbly step down the stairs. He held you gently, guiding you. "We're gonna go in the elevator so we don't have to go up more steps,"

You two arrived at the elevator and you were still dizzy. Why are these damn pickleballs so hard? You thought to yourself as you heard the elevator ding open. Jeongin tripped on your way in making your eyes shoot open.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just my shoe laces," he chuckled as he pressed the third floor button. "Can you hold your ice for a sec? I'm going to tie my shoes," he said as you put your hand over his to hold the pack. He then bent down and fixed his laces but when he stood back up he didn't hold the ice. That's when the elevator suddenly started causing you to lose your balance a bit. You tilted over but Jeongin caught you. "Whoa, easy," he said as he held you up. Your cheeks get flushed at his tone of voice.

"Thank you," you said as you stood back up properly.

After an awkward walk to the nurse's office you finally arrived.

"Whoa whoa what happened here," the kind woman in the office stood up coming over to you as Jeongin held you up.

"I accidently hit her square in the nose with a pickleball!" Jeongin said as he set you on a little bench.

"Oh ouch are you okay sweetie?" The lady said, sitting back down in her white chair as she rolled over to you. Her dark hair and questionable outfit was quite eye-catching. She sighed and shook her head. "How many times have you been here this year?" The nurse asked as she crossed her legs and turned to Jeongin. He just laughed awkwardly before her attention got drawn back to you. "Alright, I'm afraid there's not much else I can do for you dear. You want me to call home?" She said as she grabbed her clipboard. What's with this school and clipboards?

"Yeah, my mom's number is [phone number of your choice]" you said as the nurse quickly wrote it down.

"Alright I'll call her now. You two talk amongst yourselves in the meantime," she said as she rolled her chair over to the room next door.

"Y/N?" Jeongin randomly sat down next to you. You replied with a simple hum. "Why did you take the blame for getting hit, we all know it's my fault," he said with those big, doey, eyes. You couldn't help but tell him the truth.

"Well I just think people blame you too much for things that aren't your fault," you explained to him while shutting your eyes. "You get a bad wrap for no reason," you sighed. The chocolate haired boy thought for a moment, supposedly about your words. "You weren't taking lewd photos were you?" You asked out of the blue.

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'd never, I always screw shit like this up," he said with a sigh. You looked over at him sadly. "It's sounds corny but I feel so misunderstood here-"

The nurse came back interrupting your conversation. "Your mother said she'll be here in about 20 to 30 minutes," she said with her hand on her hip. "In the meantime," she turned to a big table in the center of the office. She grabbed bandaids and tissues. "Use these to stop the blood," she said, handing you the tissues. You did as she asked and whipped away most of the blood. Most of it had already come out of your nose so it was just the extra gunk. "And Jeongin can help you put this on your nose while I go take this call," she handed Jeongin a box of bandaids and left.

When you open your eyes you see him pulling out hello kitty bandaids.

"Seriously, hello kitty," you laughed.

"Awe I think they're cute!" Jeongin chuckled as he opened one of them. "Now close your eyes,"

You did as he suggested. You felt a sticky feeling across your nose. "Oh thank you," you said touching it lightly. He threw the wrapping in the garbage and sat back down next to you. There was an awkward silence as you swayed your feet lightly. You pulled out your phone and turned on the camera. You analyzed your new accessory across your face. "Oh it looks so weird," you laughed.

"I think you look cute!" He said with a smile. You cooked a brow at him. "I mean! It looks cute!!!" He said as he waved his hands around with a pink face.

"Thanks Jeongin," you said putting your hand on his shoulder with a smile. "I'm gonna ask the nurse if I can go pack up my things before my ride gets here," you said standing up.

"You think your feeling steady enough?" He asked as he stood up next to you.

"I'll be fine," you said as you turned the corner to the nurse's office room. You talked to her and she said it's fine but you should bring Jeongin with you, or someone. You relayed this to him and he happily joined you to your locker. You were collecting up your things when you ran out of hands to hold everything. "You mind holding this for me," you said as you handed him your Science textbook. He held everything with no complaints and quickly gave you something back when you said you needed it. "Damn I forgot I'm in my gym clothes still!" You shot up on your feet.

"Here take your bag with you and we'll go back to the locker rooms," he said calmly as he handed you your bag. You smiled back as you took it from him. You two went to the lock rooms and you walked into the girls one. You turned back to look at him.

"You comin'?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"No, I'm a man," he shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sure it's fine just this once, there's no one else in here," you waved a hand at him.

"Okay," he said as he shyly followed you into the pink painted room. He held some of your things as you gathered your things and took off your gym shoes. "It really isn't that different is it?" He said as he looked around. "It's just pink,"

"Yup,"

"And there's not garbage everywhere,"

"Mhm,"

"And no condoms…" he laughed after the silence. You giggled too.

"Okay," you said before taking your shirt off right infront of him. He jumped and covered the view of you with a yelp.

"Haha maybe a warning next time?" He awkwardly laughed as he turned around.

"Oh sorry, I'm so used to doing this infront of girls who don't care," you smiled innocently while shrugging. After you finished changing everything the two of you went back to your locker. That's when there was an announcement over the PA system.

"Y/N L/N please come to the office ready to go your ride is here. Y/N L/N please come to the office ready to leave, your ride is outside," you put on your thin spring jacket and your backpack.

"Alright, thank you for all your help In," you smiled up at Jeongin.

"In?" He said with a confused expression.

"Yeah, I was trying to think of nicknames for you when I was getting changed," you said lightly blushing.

"Hm? Okay then, Noona," he said with a wink.

"Noona?" You tried to copy his accent but it was kinda hard. He chuckled.

"In Korea it's a term younger Koreans use to address older woman," Jeongin said with a smile that reached his eyes.

"Noona, I like!" You said with a smile that mimicked In's. "Okay I'll see you soon In!" You said while waving and walking to the door.

"See you Noona!" He said as he waved back. "Oh, what am I gonna tell my teacher," Jeongin sighed as he walked back to his class.

#stray kids fiction #stray kids smut #stray kids jeongin #yang jeongin #skz x reader #skz ff #skz fanfic #skz jeongin #skz #stray kids #Spotify

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bookshop · 1 year

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no one cares about avatar unless there's an airbender attached

I wrote this absolutely unhinged comment in response to Adam Burnas's attempt to quantify Avatar's cultural impact on Ryan Broderick's Garbage Day newsletter, only to realize that I couldn't even post it after I was done, so I hope you all like some salty thoughts on fandom and geek culture and cartoon-inspired rap lyrics and my experience as an internet culture reporter leading me to conclude that truly no one gives a fuck about James Cameron's Avatar.

Hi, Adam, I apologize for the length of this comment and for being a bit negative here, but a) I had MANY THOUGHTS!!! and b) you shaded the beloved fandom I was actively in for nearly a decade, so I have to protest.

Inception's strong AO3 presence is far and away reflective not just of the fact that it happened to have two hot guys in it, but of the film's overall cultural staying power. Within the fanfiction community, Inception fic has a reputation for being very smart and complex and layered and really playing around with both the film's worldbuilding and its metanarratives. Seeing it written off as "hurh hurh handsome boys" felt super dismissive and unnecessary.

I also felt like your read on the rap lyrics you were searching was also somewhat perfunctory and dismissive. For example, Space Jam's cultural resonance within rap lyrics also aligns with that of MANY other animated works (I wrote a whole article once for ex on how popular Dragonball Z is with hip-hop artists), and I think there's likely a lot more going on there than just people dropping Nike references, especially given how objectively popular Space Jam is with 90s kids. You seemed exhausted by having to sort through a bunch of random Nike mentions, but I feel like there's probably something deeper in there to find.

Again, seeing all of this cultural saturation summed up as "cartoons and sexy boys" felt really dismissive, especially when you're also trying to get us to take seriously the argument that references to Avatar as primarily "something big and blue" make a case for it having cultural staying power as a film/world/artwork.

Why? To me, those references strongly suggest that the collective cultural understanding of Avatar that's being spread is of a big blue bloated empty film whose contents are negligible. Nothing to do with the film or its characters or its world, but as a collectively understood white elephant.

As for the data, you spent a lot of time telling us that Avatar *is* culturally relevant to some people, somewhere, while showing us data that consistently suggests the opposite. I kept waiting for you to look at the relevance of Avatar in your chosen categories *over time* to see both how it fared compared to your other films and how much it waned or rose in the cultural conversation as time went on. That you didn't do this seems like a huge gap in any attempt to quantify its cultural impact and staying power.

You also say at one point that Avatar is "exactly where it should be" which feels like a strange assumption. Why *should* it belong anywhere at all in the cultural mix, and what factors have granted it such a place? I would have enjoyed some interrogation of that idea.

You say that Avatar is a movie that isn't made to perform well as a GIF. Really? It's a dazzling visual feast, a CGI spectacle, the kind of thing GIFs would surely enhance. You don't really consider that maybe its failure to succeed in such a visual medium despite it being such a visual film is an especially telling failure.

And you don't make any attempt to find and qualitatively examine another avenue -- fanart is the obvious medium that comes to mind -- by which fans of the film could really respond to the film's visuals and world in a way that both reflects their appreciation for the movie and helps boost its cultural impact.

I'm also really surprised you didn't look for Avatar memes on KnowYourMeme etc? If Avatar has no real memes to speak of (other than people mocking its use of Papyrus font, which arguably counts!), isn't that another giant sign that its cultural impact is negligible?

For that matter, why not look on Reddit to see how many subreddits are dedicated to Avatar (the first film), and how active they were in the years prior to the second film's production?

As an internet culture reporter, if I were tasked with writing this article, this is how I would report this out. You repeatedly assert that Avatar must be meaningful to certain communities or platforms, but then never show us which/where those communities are. So I'm honestly less convinced that Avatar is a cultural icon now than I was before looking at all your data.

Also! "But it also begs the question, where are all the people saying no one ever talks about Gravity or Mr. & Mrs. Smith or Hancock?"

... Dude people DO talk about Mr. & Mrs. Smith constantly, that movie has had significant cultural staying power haha. But also none of these other films made a zillion box office dollars which is the main factor that you have to consider in comparing them to the one movie that did. For so many of them to have more quantifiable data in their favor than Avatar is astonishing.

Crucially, the communities that you identify as ones that would be meaningful contributors to the film's lasting relevance are ones that gravitate towards the types of genres of which you seem dismissive. That certainly matters in terms of impact! Certainly on Tumblr, which is still one of the biggest fuelers of cultural conversations that travel far beyond Tumblr itself, Goncharov is already bigger and more significant to the community by orders of magnitude than Avatar ever was.

And I think it's hugely significant that the Goncharov memers chose Avatar, the big, blue, bloated, fully mainstream, pretty but essentially empty movie, to contrast Goncharov with. That says a huge amount about what type of stories and art and forms of creation people in those communities value and aspire to make more of.

That sense of transformativity may be difficult to quantify, but I think it's doable. I just think you probably won't get there searching Genius for lyrics mentioning "Jake Scully."

And honestly, I don't think you'll get there at all with Avatar. I just don't think, ultimately, there's anything there to find.

#adventures in journalism #internet culture #tumblr culture #never leaving this fandom #inception #long post #i'm not even tagging this with “avatar” bc everyone knows on tumblr “avatar” means atla

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fallencelsetial · 2 months

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for the ask game: Morvay and Edmond! =D

Morvay and Edmond~ Hehehehe

First Impressions-

Morvay: He was immediately my favorite. I like a nice chest, and his is VERY PLEASING to the eyes. Plus I just loved his style completely. Very boyish.

Edmond: I'm not really into the stuffy type. he just deadass seemed like he'd be annoying, or like....Really boring.....Like Jean....(I'm sorry Jean Genshin Impact lovers)

Impressions Now-

Morvay: I still love him so much. I want more content for him in game!!! Please!!! Hes such a dweeb and I love him and wanna give him all the hugs and smooches! He's one of my schmoopies!!!!

Edmond: He's so fun. He's so sweet. I wanna bully shit outta him then have a tea party with him. Also just....h-...hips.......crush me.

Favorite moment-

Morvay: That one part from the Halloween event where he like, genuinely thought Aster was so mad and hated him, but aster was like "No I love him, and I'm sad he ran off cuz I miss him already" and he got SO HAPPY. CUZ HES NOT USED TO AFFECTION, BUT HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND AFFECTION.

Edmond: The most recent event where he and Eiden were falling off the cliff and he actually used his essence to shield them. Bro it was beautiful.

Idea for a Story-

Morvay: I just need him to be spoiled. No bullying. No hitting. He just needs sweet love made to him and to be shown just how much he is appreciated.

Edmond: Cross dressing. IDK why. or for what reason. But I need him in a gorgeous dress. Pristine. Beautiful. Then I need him absolutely DEBAUCHED.

Unpopular Opinion-

Morvay: TBH I don't think it's unpopular since like, 90 percent of morvay fans I think agree. APPRECIATE HIM. HE'S SMART AND TALENTED AND DESERVES LOVE PLEASE.

Edmond: Don't fucking let him in the kitchen. Do not let him give you sweets. If this man ever offered to share a piece of cake with me, I'm declining, taking that shit, and chucking it in the fucking trash. it's TOO FUCKIN SWEET. AND HE SHOULD BE ASHAMED.

Favorite Relationship-

Morvay: I love his and Asters relationship. Aster is fucking emotionally constipated but he loves Morvay SO FUCKING MUCH. AND MORVAY LOVES HIM. ASTER PLEASE JUST TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM.

Edmond: I'm basic. I love him and Eiden. I love Edmond getting so soft for him.

Favorite Headcanon-

Morvay: Trans

Edmond: Trans

#nu carnival #ask

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the-fandom-crossroads · 10 months

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Back from seeing tmnt mutant mayhem and no spoilers. But I am a little disappointed at what I just got. I was hopeful going in! I knew everyone was talking about how cool it was to have the turtles be portrayed by actual teenagers. But man did it just make me want to watch the '90s or '07 movies again.

If you like Rise you might enjoy this movie or if you're nostalgic for the 80s show and no other version of the turtles. But this thing is chocked full of dated pop culture references. Which yeah pop culture is part of tmnt. But this isn't smart or witty pop culture references. This is the common ones that show up in these kids animated movies the twerking, the references to tictok, bts, etc. All jokes go way to long and even the slightly funny ones get hammered into the ground. Not to mention the gross out humor?

WARNING if you have any phobia related to getting sick or seeing someone else get sick DON'T WATCH THIS MOVIE. The big one happens in the middle of the movie lasting for over 2 minutes of them repeatedly replaying the moment of the person getting sick with various zoom ins and slow-mo. Because of course we want to see and hear that repeatedly. There is also a cockroach mutant that constantly spits up gunk on things and other characters along with a moment clearly meant for the 3-d version. I mention this one because most warnings have only mentioned the first large instance. But the cockroach is around for the entire second half of the movie and it triggered my germophobia just as bad as the one long scene.

I just yeah. There were some cool ideas in there somewhere but it got buried under unfunny seth rogen jokes. I'm not going to blame the kids because it's clear what jokes were written by adults trying to be hip and cool. And the one's held on for too long were the responsibility of editing to cut down. Like the movie straight up pauses at times to go through a full bit that could have been fine as the first funny line and the response but the script keeps going for multiple more lines if not full minutes of them sitting on these jokes. Which again isn't the kids fault even if they were ad-libbing it's still the job of the director seth rogen to know where to cut down on jokes to help with the pacing and he just didn't.

Sorry if this comes off as like a negative nancy but was hoping for this turtles reboot to be aimed at fans older than 13 and it clearly wasn't, again. Which is fine folks who enjoyed it I'm glad you had fun. And at the very least this is pushing me towards rewatching 07 and two of the tv shows (I'll let you guess which two).

#tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem spoilers #just in case some consider this spoilery #i at least wanted to get out the warning about the vo**ting #because im not seeing anyone #except the phobia warning blogs mentioning it #and was a lot even for someone who doesnt have that phobia #i just had zero warning there was so much of it in this movie

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Car Battery! (AGAIN?!)

Characters: (Roblox) Dean King, Kitberry, Adam, Anthony

Warnings: None

Notes: i hate this FUCKING GAME/SILLY

The crowd clapped as the show host moved across the stage, his smug grin plastered on his face. Dean glared as he approached with his fists clenched just out of sight. It took every bit of self control he had not to grab at the sentient banana now. To rip it apart, sinking his teeth into the fruits skin to yank like a dog with a new toy.

Kitberry had managed to convince him just earlier that before Dean went through with his plan, they should at least play another game. Two other contestants had joined them upon the stage, although he'd barely taken the time to really get a good look at them. They seemed connected at the hip. Although Dean had noticed the stare the shorter of the two gave to the host, strange.

"Say... Do I know you from somewhere?"

Dean didn't hide the low growl that crept out from his throat. His body leaned forward, he could feel a burning sensation pumping through his veins up into his mind. The stare he received back was one that didn't seem to mind Dean's own, no matter how piercing it was. "Well, doesn't matter."

With a dismissive wave, it held the microphone closer to its mouth and spoke. "You're here now. Pick a category!" Its smile grew wider while its arm extended to the screen just behind it. Dean forced his eyes away. He already had to hold back the violent bile building in his shaky fists.

He inspected his options closely, none of them appealing. Artistic Integrity, I Don't Like That, and Math Zone. Dean groaned. The only one he had even a bit of confidence in was math, and he knew better than anyone else that he was downright atrocious at it. He'd never paid attention in high school, much less in math.

"Math Zone." King grumbled, using a curled index finger to gesture to the category. The banana gave a nod, before stepping back. The announcer's voice boomed as he spoke. Dean still wondered just where he was.

As he spoke, rambling on before he gave the actual question, Dean glanced over to the other contestants he'd only given a brief glance over before. His eyes narrowed while he studied them. Neither looked like they belonged next to each other, their aesthetics clashing as if in a fight for their life. Similar to himself and Kit.

He read the names on their respective podiums. Adam. Dean couldn't describe their fashion style, only able to think; fuck, aren't you cold? He brushed the thought off, his attention quickly moving to the other, who leaned in close to Adams ear. Very obviously, he was whispering answers. Dean quickly glanced at Kitberry. If only his own duo was smart enough to be that helpful. He looked back.

Anthony. King shuddered upon reading it, the familiarity of it bringing back memories of training and too dark conversations. He looked Anthony up and down. He dressed with simplicity, one that Dean actually found quite nice. He of all people knew that a basic, plain-jane fashion sense could absolutely be rocked. The guy seemed to do alright with it, he figured.

"Psst..." Kitberry hissed, drawing Dean's attention back. "What's the answer?"

Son of a bitch. He hadn't been paying attention. His head snapped up, taking in both the fact that he was on a timer- and that he had four possible answers- with the information presenting itself on the screen. The question itself was simple, if he were a smarter man, at least. After getting his head knocked around for over a decade, he certainly wasn't.

What kind of triangle has one angle that measures precisely 90 degrees? He felt his blood boil with the realization he had no fucking clue, and that he didn't have time to try and dig around in his brain for an answer. Kitberry was just as lost as him, evident by the fact she seemed to just stare off into the distance.

"Dunno, guess." Dean murmured back. Almost instantly, he heard the button for Kits answer buzz. A very act first, think later kind of person. He couldn't believe he'd be following that example.

Obtuse Angle. He slammed down on the button that correlated with his answer with the side of his fist, and his head snapped back up. The host took a step back in front of him, holding the microphone up to the podium. A moment or two went by, and the announcers voice came back.

"I give up." He almost sighed, and Dean set his head in his hands. Just as he could hear the buzzer at his podium go off, signifying his dumbassery to everyone else. And as if salt in the wound, he could hear the other podiums ring out with a soft ding.

There was silence for nothing more than a few seconds. Dean felt as though he was being silently humiliated by both the host and the announcer, he would prefer that kind of pain over a- "Car battery!"

The announcer spoke all too cheerily. Dean's heart sank, and he didn't even have the time to look up before a familiar pain roared through his nerves once more. Like an old wound reopened through surgery, in this case, it felt closer to a dirty needle doing the cutting. He'd been lucky enough to not have it crack his skull open this time. A win, no matter how small.

Dean's back had taken the strike this time, and he wailed out while slumping against the podium. His hands clutched the top in a struggle to keep himself standing on now weak legs. He could hear a soft "ssss" from one of the other contestants, the vision of ones shoulders rising with a wince in response to his agony becoming clear in his foggy mind.

"Again?" Kitberry couldn't help but laugh at it. She was lucky he liked her, otherwise he would've gone for her throat. Dean felt the cold- but still searing hot- urge to strike. Once more, he pulled himself upright. Adrenaline helped with ignoring the fact he could practically feel a part of his spine get shattered upon impact. The corners of his vision revealed that the first stranger he'd looked at, Adam, had leaned over a little bit. Their expression read one of internal debating, for what? He shut the thought down.

Directly in his sightlines was the host. It's smile, wide as ever. It almost looked proud. That could've also been him twisting the situation a bit to make it look worse, although he truly didn't care if that was actually the case. "You... FUCKING-" He raised one foot up, using it to boost himself up to the top of the podium.

Kitberrys ecstatic tone cut through the rage in his mind while she cheered. "Get his ass, girlie!" She called. Her smile was clear despite the mask.

Dean launched himself forward. Lunging towards the host, his arms spread out wide. There was a loud shout from behind him, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He cared little to find out just who was yelling. The hosts eyes widened as Dean's figure drew closer from above.

His full weight came closer to smashing down onto it, with Dean swiftly putting his fist against its features. He sat up on his knees, staring down at the banana beneath him. His ears rang out with laughs and exclamations of approval from Kitberry, and cries for him to not do it. The voice that yelled the latter was the same as the one who'd yelled before. The crowd had also begun to shout, some excited to see an attack like this, others surprised, some terrified at the oncoming assault.

Dean screamed out as he slammed against the banana, trying to wrangle himself together to direct a flurry of blows at the fruit. The officer just close by, a donut, started to sprint towards the stage. He had to pull it apart, it was his job. But with how hard Dean was holding the face (if it could be called that) of the host, it was clear it would prove a challenge to stop whatever was going to go down.

Then, the cameras cut, leaving countless amounts of screens black.

All viewers outside of the studio itself were left in the dark to what was going to happen to their favorite gameshow host.

#dean king #writing

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themurderofcrowscollective · 2 years

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Some batfam hcs that keep me breathing in a good way

(I'm on a roll, woo!) I have a lot of HCs for the batfamily, and each individual kid/adult in said batfamily. Dick: - He's always down for cuddles. - When people admire his physique, he uses it as fuel cause body positivity go brrr. - He tries to be hip with the kids but he sometimes talks like how he did in the 90s and so he blames Bruce for ruining his vocabulary. He's even slowly starting to resort to dad jokes and bad puns. Jason and Tim record those times where Dick can't say anything modern. - I don't care if this is already a thing, Dick is the momma bird to his siblings when Bruce is away on business/in space. - His cooking is terrible so Alfred banned him from the kitchen. Jason: - The Devil reincarnated, most of the time Tim starts any other argument-turned-into-a-fight but sometimes, just a few times, Jason is the reason. He pretends that Tim started it though. - Surprisingly, his hugs are greater than Dick's, so when he offers a hug you better get it and cherish every moment of it because they're often rare. If he really needs a hug though, he'll lay in your arms because physical touch helps with a possible incoming mental breakdown or panic attack. - In my opinion he's stronger than most of the boys while being on par with Bruce, so he'd be the one to often do one trip when it comes to the groceries being taken out of the family van. - Speaking of muscles, he and Bruce have this tournament on who can get the most buff by the end of the year. So far they're at a tie again. - Alfred saw the culinary potential in Jason while he was young, so Jason knows quite a lot of Alfred's recipes and keeps them as a secret. His cooking is to die for too, which is why everyone looks to Jason for breakfast/lunch/dinner while Alfred is away. Tim: - Yep, he's a sarcastic, coffee-consuming tech-wizard feral gremlin but he's a sweetheart if you get to know him, which can happen if you either have an interest in what he's ranting about or give him offerings which would mostly be coffee, energy drinks, food, or useful information about a case. - He's the king of staying awake for a month straight, no one can best him in a competition. The only other son to nearly get close enough was Jason out of sheer willpower and rage. - Can't sleep? Tim is always awake so he'll be alright if you chill with him until you're tired enough. - Alfred has caught him on many occasions during the middle of the night making his 10th cup of coffee, and speaking of staying up all night, you best be wary of the hallways throughout the manor because it's widely believed that Tim goes feral after his 11th night of staying awake. - He radiates chaotic dumbass vibes while being the smart one, so if he's out on patrol as Red Robin while having no sleep at all, you best keep him on a leash because he will try to see if he can fly. Damian: - Surprisingly enough, Jason holds the Devil reincarnated title but Damian is a little demon or in Tim's case, an eldritch horror either way. - He can watch so many scary movies at any given moment and not once be disturbed about it. Superman may be the man of steel but Damian holds the title of 'Nerves Of Steel' with pride, which also has him have an advantage of inhaling Scarecrow's toxins. It's rare to see Damian express fear which is by far the most suppressed emotion, so if Damian is scared then something is very wrong. - I know this is already a thing, but Damian is great with animals and even greater with children younger than him. He won't express it, but he is greatly honored when he gets to hold a baby with the parents' consent. - We love a rabid gremlin willing to fight more to protect his family. - The other three have a special sort of interaction with Damian, so they all have a differing opinion on him.

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obsidiancreates · 2 years

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I'm Tryin' Out 1987 TMNT, First Episode Liveblog

Awwwww dorky lil' theme song- PFFFT WHICH ONE JUST INTERRUPTED TO SAY "WE'RE REALLY HIP"

HEROS IN A HALF SHELL AND THEY'RE GREEN WELL YOU DON'T SAY XD OH THIS SI ALREADY AN ABSOLUTE DELIGHT

THIS IS SO FUN ALREADY AND I LOVE SEEING HOW MUCH OF THE 2012 THEME HARKENS BACK TO THIS ONE BUT WITH A TWIST

I'm ready for this. BRING IT ON 80'S- SHIT IS THAT BEEBOP ALREADY OH MY GOD THEY FUCKING- THAT CAR IS JSUT BONES NOW

APRIL VOICE OVER???????

Yeesh how much spray paint did those Troubled Teens use on that guy to make the noise of his walking away so loud

HI APRIL

Oop hi Rob, voicing side characters in this one too, huh?

ONLY HAVE BEEN MADE WITH A SAMURAI- NINJA ROPE- MADE IN JAPAN- WHATTTTTTTTTTT IS HAPPENING THIS MAN JUMPS TO MORE CONCLUSIONS THAN ME ON A MATH TEST

WHO'S WANT TO HURT THE NEWS MEDIA- APRIL-

Oop, Rob again- oh that one was Leo's VA though, totally sounded like the Heath Burns voice he does in Monster High

So this is like a 90's kinda streetgang leader Shredder?

HELL YEAH APRIL I LOVE YOU ALREADY OH YES SHE'S ELATED BY THE MURDER ATTEMPT BECAUSE OF WHAT IT MEANS FOR THE STORY I LOVE HER

HECK YEAH THE TURTLE BOYS

lol "Whoever you are you are dead" wrong bad guy, wrong

SHEESH RAPH GIVE HER A BREAK XD RIGHT OFF THE BAT HIS SASS LEVELS ARE SET TO LETHAL

April can deal with Attempted Murder like it means nothing but Turtle Mutants? Nah that one is too much.

Pfffff "She's no fun, she fainted." Mikey sir not the time

PFFFFFT "WHAT THE DEVIL" SHREDDER IS JSUT CONFUSED NOT EVEN MAD

AWWWWWWWWW THIS SPLINTER IS SO FRIEND-SHAPED LOOK AT HIM, HOW'D SHE PASS OUT HE LOOKS LIKE A LIL' BUD

Sheesh Donnie "Come on, Lady" you've just always had bad skills with women, haven't you?

TOUGH TRYING TO CARRY ON A CONVERSA- RAPH

I love this Splinter already.

PEPPERONI AND ICE CREAM?????? JELLYBEANS AND MUSHROOMS?????? ANCHOVIES AND PEANUT BUTTER??????? OH GOD THEY ALL EAT LIKE 2012 MIKEY

They're so chill about a human finding them lol

PET RAT???????? APRIL THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING-

GOD HE'S SO FRIEND SHAPED

Oooooooooooh backstory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yoshi lead the foot? SAKI WAS HIS STUDENT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Did he stab Yo- oh no he prevented his bow- SORRY THIS MAN'S JUMPING TO MORE CONCLUSIONS THN THE NINJA ROPE GUY

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW BABY TURTLES AWWWWW- he lived in The Sewers already? Huh. Oh he's having a good time! Yay!

OH NO THEY GOT INTO- uh. Energon from Transformers G1? Why's it pink?

HE STEPPED IN THE PINK

YEAH THERE IT IS- oh that seemed pretty painless, good for 80's Splinter

"Got a mind like a steel trap, lady" GOOD LORD RAPH WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN XD

Four young wards lol I love that they named him Splinter

"Yeah I knew the outside world would think they're freaks but you know what fixes that? Lethality."

NO SWORD ON EARTH CAN WITHSTAND HIS SAI- HOW DID HE PRONOUNCE LEONARDO JUST THEN- AYYYYY FRANCHISE NAMEDROP

Wait wait wait "Force them to turn our master human again" dude Splinter raised them for REVENGE XD

APRIL I'M SORRY WHAT YOU THINK THEY COMMITED THE ROBBERIES- I TAKE IT BACK RAPH WAS RIGHT TO INSULT YOUR BRAIN WHAT THE HELL IS THAT CONCLUSION ALSO DON'T TELL THEM YOU THINK THAT YOU JUST LEARNED THAT THEY'RE SUPER TRAINED NINJAS AND SPLINTER GAVE YOU SUSHI

Lol they accidentally assigned Raph's voice to Donnie, very G1 of them and very Foreshadowing

"The thieves were turtles, pal!" "Well yeah, but, were they turtles?" MIKEY MAKES A GOOD POINT

THEY KIDNAPPED HER WAIT

NOT LIKE APRIL WAS IRREPLACABLE- OH GOD A MISOGYNIST IS SPOTTED

They're all pretty chill about kidnapping- oh Mikey no- AH Leo is smart- APRIL YOU'RE IN NO PLACE TO NEGOTIATE

SHREDDER KNOWS?!?!?!?!?!?! WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING-

COULD HAVE BEEN TURTLES?!?!?!?! WHY MUST YOU KNOW???????

Yes Raph they probably did leave evidence just lying around. Mikey stop being a pessimist WHOA never thought I'd say that

AH why'd Raph's face do that

NINJA PIZZA PARLOUR?????? Oh shit he broke the fourth wall DONNIE NO PLEASE I'M UNSHOWERED AND GREASY DON'T LOOK AT ME

AWWWWWWWWW THEY'RE ALL SO SMALL

Oh hello Old Lady- FUCKING HELL THAT GUN

OH goodness she got them lil' hats and clothes SO CUTE

LEO WHY'D YOU BREAK THAT GUY'S TABLE

April it's not hard, they're color-coded

WHYYYYY ARE THERE SO MANY NINJA BUSINESSES- YEAH I'D SAY IT'S SUSPICIOUS TOO

She's making points. She's making points.

SHREDDER DID YOU THEME ALL OF YOUR MONEY LAUNDERING BUSINESSES AROUND BEING A NINJA

Sashimi pizza and whipped cream pizza? "Eat it in good health?" Sir you can't serve pizza like that and then wish them good health. That's like feeding someone a bunch of cyanide and wishing them a long life.

Of course Raph got the sashimi one, just gotta be the alternative kid

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THOSE FOOT GUYS WHAT WHY DID THEY WALK LIKE THAT oh they got April

Is this a tra- it's a trap. Oh Raph said it too

SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT- BOY I'LL SAY

"CLANG?! DID YOU SAY CLANG?!" RAPH WHY ARE YOU OFFENDED BY THEM BEING ROBOTS

2012 did the animation and color palettes of '87 dirty in the crossover based on this pilot ep

YEAH BITCH HAMATO YOSHI LIVES- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WHY DO THE FOOT BOTS HAVE TALLER FOREHEADS THAN RISE DONNIE

HOLY FUCK HOW STRONG ARE THESE TURTLES THEY COLLAPSED A WHOLE DAMN WALL ON THESE GUYS

Oh god Leo that is NOT SECU- they all slid down it anyway

ACME TECH ACME TECH ACME BABEY

YOU KNOW ABOUT HAMATO YOSHI'S TURTLES?!?!?!?! SHREDDER HAS THE TECHNODROME?!?!?!?!?!?! WHAT

Yeah I love 2012 but it did these boys dirty.

Awww Raph saved April, that's nice! He's a sassy bitch but he's caring.

HOW IS THE WATER GOING UP

Raph not the time for double puns

EW EATING SOUNDS- BANANAS AND SAUSAGE????? WE END EPISODE ONE ON THAT???????

This show is a fucking delight and I DO adore it however I will only watch as long as Rob Paulsen is voicing Raph once the VA changes I'm out because TBH he's like 2/3s of the reason I'm watching (I have a fucking problem)

#tmnt #sid blogs live

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the-unspeakable-tsar · 7 months

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X-Manson Chapter 4 - By Doctor Benway

[Shot of a rangy, extraordinarily tough-looking woman with a black eye-patch. She looks like a biker chick who hasn't quite figured out that she's dressed like a stereotypical butch lesbo.]

*Rudeness aside, that's a pretty accurate assessment.

[Caption: Callisto, Salem Centre, NY]

C: You don't use the word ghetto to describe this place, right? We got no rules. Anyone can live here.

Int: Is it not true that over 90% of your inhabitants are mutants?

C: Well, yeah, but the others aren't. This is an open Libertarian community, even to the Eloi who we name after the characters from HG Wells' novel the Time Machine.

*And you instantly lost me, Callisto.

Int: Why did you come to live here?

C: 'Cause it's cheap. Gives me a big kick to live in an Eloi house.

Int: Why do you call yourselves Morlocks?

C: We call ourselves Morlocks, just like the characters out of the novel the Time Machine by HG Wells. We do all the work so the nice Eloi can live out their lives in luxury.

Int: It was my understanding that most of you were unemployed.

C: You wanna be smart? You want me to kick your face in?

Int: I'm just making a point.

C: Well, we'd do the work if anyone let us. We're the ones who can't pass.

Int: So the Kelly Amendment had little effect on your lives?

C: Didn't give us 40 acres and a mule, if that's what you mean. Now if the cops and the feds come down here to kick butt we've got something to fight them with.

Int: Did you come here because of the School?

C: Kinda, but not really . We came here because it was cheap, and it was cheap because of the School.

[Shot of a portly middle-aged man in the world's last yellow and brown plain polyester sport coat worn as a serious fashion item instead of an expression of hipness.]

[Caption: William Loman Jr, Insurance Agent, Rye, NY]

*Reference to Death of A Salesman.

WL: I used to work in Salem Centre. Used to be a really nice town.

Int: What happened?

WL: Mutants. I'm not supposed to say that now, am I?

Int: Don't worry about it. Weren't there mutants in the town before the School?

WL: Well, sure, but if they were deformed, people kept them out of sight, sent them to a hospital or a residential school or something.

*is that why there has been no mention of Kurt?

Int: The School For Gifted Children was a residential school.

WL: Yeah, but it was where people lived, like as in real close. I mean like those schools that they've got up on the St. Lawrence or up by Lake Placid.

Int: The School had no obvious mutants.

WL: The point was that they came into town. We used to have 4 bars in town. Good family places where you take the kids. These guys from the School, Logan and Rasputin, start showing up and getting real drunk, even on weeknights. At first, they kept to themselves. Then one day the Russkie picks a fight with some guy up from the city who turns out to be like the hulk strength-wise and they take out the bar, the hair salon next door, and the front window of the supermarket across the street. I'd written the policies on all of them, but I'd been smart and I knew what was coming. I mean, Staten Island in 1955 was a great place to live, but today, it's all mutants. Just about every single one of them. I made all my clients take out riders if they wanted protection from mutant damage. No payouts at all.

*The second reference to the juggernaut in this story. This fight is a reference to Uncanny X-Men 183, but a key element of the fight is missing. Kurt Wagner is not here.

Int: What were the consequences?

WL: I got to see Xavier for the first time. He brought a suitcase of cash to the Town Meeting and paid for all the damages. He also brought lots of food.

Int: Good pate?

WL: Really great pate.

Int: Were any charges pressed?

WL: No, kinda weird that no-one did. Guess they just took the money and ran. Maybe he was fucking with their heads. Dunno.

Int: What happened after that?

WL: Didn't see anyone from the School for about three months. Then we lost two more bars. I made some money on mutant damage waivers for a while, but then people just decided to give up and move out. When the supermarket got hit in the middle of the afternoon, everyone started shopping in Bedford. They closed the supermarket, and by Christmas half the stores downtown were empty and the place was starting to look like Harlem used to look. I lost a ton of money, so I upped and moved to Rye. The only bar in the area was this biker hangout called Harry's, and he only kept his place open by letting S&M types know about it.

Int: People went there to get beaten up?

WL: Yeah. As word got out, so many people left that a quarter of the houses were vacant. Vanderbylt moved in bought most of them up on the cheap.

*Vanderbylt moved in after Xavier set up shop?

Int: Henry Vanderbylt?

WL: That's the one.

[Shot of Henry Vanderbylt]

HV: I didn't buy those properties. I'm merely a board member of a company that did.

Int: We have SEC documents here stating that you are the majority shareholder in the New Salem Housing Corporation.

HV: I was a passive investor. I sold out several months ago.

Int: Who owns the numbered company that bought it?

HV: No idea.

[Shot of William Loman Jr]

WL: He still owns the place, like his ancestors did. People were lucky if they got a quarter on the dollar for what they paid for their houses.

Int: New Salem then rented the houses?

WL: Yeah, to anyone who would rent them. In the hills, it was parents with mutant kids. In the middle of town, it was the kind that you didn't see a lot of in public. A lot of them were criminal types. We started seeing the FBI and the Sheriff in here all the time.

Int: How much does New Salem own?

WL: In town, everything.

Int: Everything?

WL: Every store, every house. Everything. Even the gas stations. They run the only food store in town.

[Shot of a grim looking middle-aged white guy who looks like he last smiled during the McCarthy administration.]

[Caption: Willard Whipple, Food Store Manager, Salem Centre NY]

WW: I run this store. Stop squeezing that.

Int: Do you own the store?

WW: I run it.

Int: Who owns it?

WW: The owner.

Int: Who is the owner?

WW: Salem Food Stores.

Int: You're listed as the managing partner.

WW: Yes.

Int: So you must know who the owner is.

WW: Yes.

Int: But it isn't you.

WW: No.

Int: But the owner decides on the prices?

WW: After a fashion.

Int: The milk here is more expensive than it is in Manhattan.

WW: I charge what the market will bear.

Int: But almost everyone here lives in deep poverty.

WW: I charge what the market will bear.

*Intense stupidity? Cold capitalistic stupidity? The result of psychic brain tampering? You decide.

Int: Why are five of the six aisles in the store filled with beer and wine and liquor?

WW: I don't like the tone of your questions. Get out.

[Shot of William Loman Jr]

WL: You used to see shops like that in Harlem, before the guaranteed annual income. This is one of the few places that still has them.

Int: Would you come back, now that the School's closed?

WL: You nuts? No way. No way I'd live anywhere near that place. Don't know how anyone could.

[Shot of Callisto]

Int: Do you enjoy living here?

C: Shit yeah, it's better than some places I've lived in.

Int: Like?

C: The sewer.

Int: Ah. I understand that you have some authority in Salem Centre.

C: I lead the Morlocks, who are named after the characters in HG Wells' novel The Time Machine. Nothing happens here without my say-so.

*that's twice now that she's repeated that. More psychic tampering?

Int: Then we have your permission to conduct the interviews in town?

C: Shit, yeah.

#marvel #fanfiction #x men comics #charles xavier #xmen #alternate history #alternate universe #cults #callisto marvel #callisto morlock #morlocks

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the-firebird69 · 9 months

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We have a few things going on here in Charlotte county. Finally got approval for his internet and he says Monday he's going to work honey that's a good idea and they're not open now no just be kind of a hassle although it did get proved over the weekend which is odd but that's what happened we think it's a computer and it changes the words to digital format and the format of the letter checked out it checks it for accuracy to make sure it's the social security department.

Good things are happening here in the fire department is here and they say it's routine but it's not they're thinking of sun would have issues for some reason we're not sure why you think they're trying to kidnap him and we know who it is.

-he's a crazy person that John Cena is aggressive crazy out of control and he's on drugs we are going to have to ask him to leave the premises there's also a few other things happening

, several people were fired today even though Saturday and from the government jobs and private 1% from each and they're wondering around and their housing will soon be up and it's going that way they're going to be going south and to the West in droves. Still looking for anything they can get their hands on and converting vehicles is something that interesting they need to get designs for it and they're looking at the palomino it's an awesome little Jeep and they know how to do it and Brad is on it and it was back then you knows how it goes and that they're pretty tough and they're all fast and they don't burn a lot of gas and they're reliable and if they're not they get fixed easy cuz it brings in Stratton mostly and we're going to use them too there's a ton of them and kind of been collecting things like that cars and jeeps and trucks with a whole bunch of cars at work but we might use kits on them and start up a new automobile company and people think it's just fresh and it is and there will be a big fight over the diamonds up there until the end of time.

, other things are happening we are watching people putting helmets on I guess had a full face and other people had bicycle helmets and my son said it too you're wearing a helmet they can't really see who you are supposed to be recognized all the time it's annoying and you're showing me all the time. We're going to start up a goober Meister gear company people get that and we might make it into an acronym NOW he said probably have to start it up Uber Meister people get it too are you a geek maybe you're smart

-there's a few other things that you should know these two are team and they're joined to the hip and she's always turning around with him and he's always falling for stuff and she likes it.

, and there are other things happening basically there is a huge war on and it's against the clones mostly now very huge enemy of everybody and they will not stop they won't shut down and they have a huge program going it's Non-Stop and people have to be aware that they're trouble. We're working towards trying to stop them and we have plans to and we have a lot of men and manpower and we are going out shortly to make sure that we get our way.

, we have some news in the eastern hemisphere it's been night time all day we have acquired about 90% of the former empire basis we need demolished completely 50% mostly we built a 19 out of the 20 very large bases and the max are not happy no it is but the things are easy targets and they know where we are and they plan to try and infiltrate.

, there's a few other things that we're doing but here they kind of pissing us off and saying stuff all the time and they don't know what to talk about that's good but boy it's pretty heinous there's a lot of action against these saucers this more than 20 it's like 20,000 and they noticed it and they're having a little war against what's left and the foreigners and Max are at it and they're tough to dislodge out of the 20,000 about 5,000 have been dislodged that was today and they're making a concerted effort to remove the rest of the clones are attacking all over the world and armies are after them

, we suspect by the end of the week that the saucers would be off the Earth surface and or down and it does look like a bunch of them are downed one of them is Las Vegas creates a nightmare there

, other things are happening there are people with their teeth out people getting angry people saying things it turns out a lot of them are clones and people are going after them

, is now a concerted effort to try and get her some stuff and see what he's been saying and doing and he's been doing nothing but helping me say it's not true but a lot of it is helpful most of it and he's under extreme duress to find out he's been shot at by John no it's by Tommy f shot at him three times and he is going to be arrested for it many many times they say

More shortly

Thor Freya

Okay so you're ready to move on get your stuff but hey there's some things happening here it is a huge day there is some massive amount of change occurring basically because they're discovering the clones are oppressing everyone their language their behavior demeanor the method of stopping construction stopping factories I'm using oppression and the saucers are a big one and the clones are under a severe attack and they were not and their ships are under attack and their clones can't go anywhere and they will be under dress for quite a while now we think they're going to defeat them eventually it's a heck of a word there's a lot of violence all over the world and our troops are moving out but we need ours to sign on it is mandatory now we're going to put it out that Zeus and I are saying it's mandatory for them to sign on and that Elizabeth is now charged with finding in their hearts a way to make it mandatory it has to be a little bit pushy in order to be kind but we are issuing it as an edict

Hera Zues

We hear it in obed and we're going ahead and doing it and we do see what they say that our son and he is ignoring him

Olympus

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bemylatentdream · 1 year

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To The One Who Will Likely Get Away, Happy Birthday.

Hey Jada,

Happy birthday.

I hope 21 is your best year yet. I know we've had conversations where you said you’re shocked to be here but I'm so glad that you're alive. You're funny. You're charming. I love the way you geek out on comics and superheroes. I love how you look when you cosplay. I love how you look without makeup. I love when you dress feminine. I love how the you dress masculine. I love your lips. I love how you look when you're focused on something. I love how you can just change a tire. I love when you don't want to get off the phone. I love your body. It's just perfect and beautiful. I love your hair. I love your cheeks.

I love the sound of your voice even though you hate it. I love how you sing and rap to 90s and early 2000s R&B and Hip Hop. I love when we hold hands. I love when you are in my arms, it just feels right. I love how smart you are when it comes to social and world affairs. I love how you love to travel. I love how you're so supportive to your friends. I love how you are toward animals. I love how many stuffies you own. I love how sweet you are to strangers. I love how you refer to yourself as jady when referring to yourself in the third person.

I'm going to be honest, you're my best friend and I love you. I'm sorry I wasn’t the best at saying that earlier on because of my trauma. I'm sorry that I waited so long at the wrong moment. I never wanted to hurt you and I know that's hard to believe but I never did. I never thought I could love anyone. I always thought it was fake. I only saw it in movies and songs. I only ever dreamed about it in unreachable hypotheticals. I never thought anyone would ever love me. I never thought love was a real thing, and as we got to know each other more it became more apparent that it is. I'm such a slow burn person that as the flame begins to grow it becomes too late and everything then catches on fire like a crescendo point of a song and there's no turning back.

You're my golden hour. I wish everything went so differently. I wish we could forget about what happened and what we've done to each other but that's not possible at least not on your end. I know I fucked up. I don't want our connection to be those lessons where I learn to do better next time. I want you to still be in my life. I don't want to just be friends. I want you to be my partner. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to still be here with me. I want to have our cuddles. I want us to still make out. I want us to still make love. I want us to still travel together. I want to still crack up and share jokes and roast each other. I want to tell you about census designated points and street signs. I want to spend my life with you. I want to still yearn about visiting each other’s hometowns. I want to still yearn about how we would move out of this fucked up state with each other. I want to still be your safe space and I want you to be mine. I want to still have our car rides where we can sit and talk and sing. I want you to know I love you and I would do anything to make this work, that you can trust me and that i’ll prove it to you. That I will continue to show up for you. I hate how when we last called you said that you don't want to tell me that you still love me. I'm scared with this space that you won't love me anymore even though I love you.

But I know in my gut that's likely not going to be what happens. Good endings don’t exist. And if I'm unfortunately correct, I don't want to push you. I don't want to force you. I don't want you to feel you have to do something to make me happy. I don't want you to waste your time on me if you feel it's worthless. And if being without me makes you happy that’s fine as long as you're happy. As long as it means it's going to become better. As long as it means that you don't have to feel stress no more. If it's better for you then that's what we need to do. You deserve a love that makes the stars align. And if that's not with me it sucks but I understand. Even though a little part of me wonders am I not fighting hard enough? Am I not showing up enough?

Regardless, I will always love you and thank you for everything from our experiences, to our laughter, to our tears, to our passion, to us.

Happy birthday.

-macchy

#love #wlw #gay #romance #loneliness #remorse #struggle #regret #timemachine #sad #sadness #romantic #iloveyou

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