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melonsmessymusings · 3 years

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You know what I’m thinking about today? Giles’ parents. Obviously, Mr Deprived-of-screen-time Giles isn’t going to discuss his family but surely he has one in England? So here are some hot takes from the vaults about what that might look like:

Let’s choose not to give him any more trauma and say that his parents are happily still married and retired. If Giles is in his mid forties, they’re likely to be in their late 60s-early 70s. Also let’s stop the idea that Giles comes from a wealthy family right now. I’d argue upper working class at best. Potentially middle class if you squint. Certainly not like Wesley’s family.

I get that Giles’ father and grandmother were watchers, but does that mean they had Slayers? Probably not. And we know that being Watcher to the Slayer isn’t actually a good, sought-after role. So they could’ve been pen-pushing bureaucrats that happen to work for the Watcher’s Council.

Why can’t Giles have supportive, loving parents? They don’t agree/like all of his choices but ultimately they just want him to be happy and healthy, it doesn’t matter that they don’t understand. Giles Snr. did push his son to be a Watcher, he did put an ungodly amount of pressure on his boy, but he did it for Giles’ own good and sure, now he regrets parts of it, but he did the best he could with what he had. Yes, they were probably very strict, but how else did Giles learn to do his ‘kicked puppy’ expression, and it would’ve been the 60s so... different time.

Why wouldn’t his parents show up to like school rugby matches to support their son? Or how they’d go watch the school play where little Rupert is playing a tree because he’s lanky? Or being so damn proud that he got into Oxford?

Giles was probably very like Willow, as in gifted kid-burnout with the added bonus of classic British repression. He was probably bullied for having glasses as thick as bottle bottoms, or being a bit weedy, or because he would choose to spend his time reading instead of being a ‘lad’. But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t come home to his Mum and she’d give him a big squish and tell him it’d be alright if he was upset but being too repressed to show it.

Giles calls his parents every couple of months. They talk about everything and nothing, he complains about it being too bloody hot in California, and his Mum would tell him about her new tomato plant and how that’s doing (idk) but Giles never EVER talks about his work because he’s so unable to get over the fact that the Council essentially banished him to the States to rot and hopefully get killed on the Hellmouth because he’s a disgrace. Instead he talks about the High School and how teenagers are horrendous creatures, or how he keeps having to get Weetabix imported and he saw a packet of Jacob’s Cream Crackers on the shelf in Walmart and thought he was hallucinating.

His Mum sends him food parcels of his favourite snacks. Proper Cadbury’s chocolate, not the filth in the States (sorry, it’s grim). Actual tea, Monster Munch, whatever. She’d also send him newspaper clippings of things that might interest him or a new book he might like.

Giles can’t really leave the Hellmouth completely unguarded so his Dad is like, “Rupert my boy, I know you can’t leave the Hellmouth but your mother is driving me potty because we’ve not seen you in almost two years. Not your fault, I know you take your duty very seriously, but she was wondering if we could perhaps come and visit?”

And then Giles has an existential crisis because he can’t lie to his parents and it’s dangerous and of course there’d be an apocalypse. Also, he doesn’t want them to be all reprimanding and make comments on things they have no idea about. But then cue Mumma Giles treating Giles like a child and telling embarrassing stories, fussing and doing his washing and he’s just like “Mum I’m 44 years old! I don’t need you to wash my socks!” “Rupert! You didn’t say you [random thing]! Oh for heaven’s sake boy, don’t get your knickers in a twist! Stop stammering and explain yourself! You’re not too old for the slipper, you know!”

And then Jenny having to go for dinner with his parents and shitting herself because her family are totally different and she doesn’t talk to most of them and Giles has a whole loving family behind him. But his parents love Jenny and think she’s amazing (which she is) and it’s all really sweet. “There’s quite an age gap between you both.” “Maybe I just prefer lovers with more experience.” *Giles slams his head on the table* “Oh, I like her Rupert! No, no more head trauma please, it’s a wonder you’ve got any brain cells left.”

Cut to post-Becoming and Giles Snr. finds out through the grapevine about Kendra and calls Giles like “Rupert wtf happened! The Slayer died!” And Giles just like has a breakdown and explains how bad it was. Obviously his father is fucking horrified because he had absolutely no idea that Giles was so ‘hands-on’ or that Jenny had died, or anything because Giles won’t talk about it. Mumma Giles then basically teleports to America to be with her son because, “It doesn’t matter how old he is Edmund, he’s still my little boy!”

I just think it’s really interesting. I’m not saying that they wouldn’t be judgmental or nasty about things, but just because Giles thinks he deserves to die in a brutal way and is a constant failure doesn’t mean that his parents think that about him. Mr Repressed Giles having his mother explaining ‘little Ru-bear used to run around the house in his pants with a cardboard box on his head pretending to be a fighter jet’ to the Scoobies is just a highly amusing concept.

#btvs #rupert giles #meta #i thought way too hard about this

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fandommomhater · 3 years

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hi hi hello your pmv is absolutely amazing i adore it etc etc however i have said this already and !! please tell me about your journey with it i would love to know which parts are your favorite and which you struggled with and what you’re looking most forward to finishing n all that!!

bestie THANK YOU!! ..... when no one else got me i know tumblr user ginger starcloaked got me..... anyway im putting all the info under the cut but please indulge me i have so much to talk about

so! fun fact! this was only supposed to be the last 50 seconds of the song or so (from where the beat picks up). I was on one of my manic mal blum nights where i just listen to mal blum and i listened to archive on repeat 4 times and then like half and hour later while playing minecraft i said wait. ohoho i could do something here. cue me sketching out like half the thing in one night.

and THEN i got the worst burnout of my life and didn’t touch it for 8 weeks. until i was flying one day, and said to myself ‘hmm what if you. added a full minute to this 🤔’ and THEN cue me sketching out the extra minute for the following weeks. i have been thru so many different versions of this whole thing that there are only 7 frames that are the same as the original. so that’s fun

uhm so that’s all the general stuff out of the way let’s see... im just going to give general time stamps and if you wanna go look you can. im super partial to 0:25-0:43 AND the sequence from 1:43-1:48. that second sequence i’ve had a idea for since i started but i was so intimidated by it thst i only worked on it recently and i’m moderately proud of how it went. literally for so long i had a still frame there in my editing software and it just like. haunted me.

what did i struggle with hmmm. like so much. normally when i make a pmv or animatic it’s for a warriors character that i do not give a shit about and has no canon characterization so this was uh. a big change from that. i could say all the parts i struggled with but basically just look at any frame and assume i struggled with it <3 you’re probably right.

other than that time for me to give way too many fun facts about the extra details i put in! which will literally make sense to no one woohoo!

- 0:19-0:24, 0:43-0:48, 1:00-1:02, and 1:54 are all from s1e1 ‘Encounter at Farpoint’

-0:50-0:52 is from s1e6 ‘Where No One Has Gone Before’

Hey this is the part where I realize I didn’t use any scenes from Datalore but wow Datalore was fucked up on Wesley’s end huh.

-the statuette at 1:14 of Jack Crusher is one of the memorial statuettes that show up though out tng, though we never see one of Jack

-shots at 1:15-1:20 are from s5e6 ‘The Game’

-1:20 is the nova squadron 😞

-the ONE SECOND shot at 1:23 of wesley’s room is 90% interpolated from semi-canon information- there’s models of the Enterpirse-D and Apollo shuttle craft, which were confirmed in a guidebook, various awards and ribbons, and the very edge of the frame in the top left corner is based off one of the photos in Picard’s Ready Room

- the shots at 1:29-1:33 are from the epsiodes s4e5 ‘Remember Me’, s1e7 ‘Justice’, s3e26 ‘Best of Both Worlds’, s4e9 ‘Final Mission’, and the crash before s5e19 ‘The First Duty’

-the photo of Jack Crusher at 1:11 and 1:42 is never seen in show BUT is based off a photo of Wesley from a comic run (1989 issue #21) where everyone though he was dead 😔 RIP king

-1:44-1:50 is switching between the speech Picard gives Wes in ‘The First Duty’ and events from ‘Final Mission

-1:58 is from s2e17 ‘Samaritan Snare’

That’s all the tidbits I can think of rn I’ll add more as I think of them :] ALSO keep an eye out on the background color throughout, i had a lot of fun with that and there’s a lot of intent there.

#asks

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Starcrossed Losers (Josh Wheeler xReader)

A/N: Cause no one was doing it so I might as well go do it. If you like it and want part two don’t forget to leave feedback!

Words: 1,892

Warnings: Blood, this is an apocalyptic world so, plenty of gross. Swearing and bad writing cause I did this in a hurry to get it out of my system, this is a series so the end of this chapter isn’t the end of the story uwu

Next chapter

Oh. Hi. How’s life?

Well, I guess that if you’re reading this, life isn’t exactly going fine. You looked for this, you know what’s up, with the apocalypse, I mean. Not with me, so I guess I’ll start with that.

My name is Y/N L/N and my life is great. Kinda.

Okay, my life is good enough. The problem is that before this whole thing I wasn’t popular. No, I wasn’t a loser either; or an outcast that only played by her own rules. I was just a kid.

I was the right amount of friendly, I was an “ok” student at school, I was free to go to parties and I did, but I also spent plenty of Friday nights binge-watching Netflix at home until I couldn’t feel my butt. No one ever watched me up-close, and now I don’t even have parents that look after me or to talk about how my day was. And I really wish I had someone that I can tell how my fucking day was. If I’m honest, these last few weeks have been nothing but a lonely existence.

“But Y/N!” you say, “Didn’t you mention you had friends?”

Well, yeah. Emphasis on “had”. See, even if I had plenty not all of them wanted to form a new group: two of them left with the cheeramazons, others found their home with the gamers, some even were brave enough to leave the city and go look for relatives their age that might still be alive. I was one of them. I went looking for my sister with my ex-best friend to her college hoping that I would find her; which I did. Turns out being twenty years old is enough for you to turn into a ghoulie. So I parted ways with my best friend and I went back to Glendale, the only place where I know my way around because I’ve lived here since I was a baby, and I’ll probably die here in about a month or so, let’s face it.

Since most of the tribes intimidate me, I quietly made my way into the far lines of the jocks. I wasn’t noticed, kind of like the backstage crew, I did things here and there whenever they asked me to do them and got no recognition from that. I was fine with it, honestly. That until Turbo finally lost it and started to kill kids for fun. Like we didn’t have enough with Baron Triumph!

So I left the place and nobody stopped me, of course, no one really cared. My normal life was quiet; my post-apocalyptic one is just that, but with a bit more of freedom. I’ve been living on my own for like three months now, and I think I’m doing pretty good so far. Adapt and survive, right? Just like in Highschool.

And I was doing just that until Josh wheeler decided to crash into me.

“Hey!” I growled from where I was laying on the floor, my knee and elbow scraped and burning, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“No time! The jocks are chasing me, c’mon!”

Now, I could’ve said ‘No thanks! I’ll leave you to it!’ but the guy was scared shitless and he didn’t wait for a reply, He stood up and pulled me with him. He got on his skateboard without letting go of my hand and I had no choice but to move along, my roller-skates were going so fast against the asphalt, that I was sure they’d be ruined once we reached… wherever it is Josh is taking me.

At some point, he let go of my hand and I simply decided to stick around for a moment. If he was actually in trouble, he could need a hand.

“Wait, here…”

Josh gave a sharp turn to the right and into an alley, I followed. Once he made sure no one was there he leaned against the wall and sighed deeply, eyes closed. I stood there with my arms crossed, waiting for the explanation he owed me. When he opened his eyes and realized I was still there, he tilted his head.

“Y/N, right?”

We knew each other, barely though. We got paired up for a school project and that was it. Josh was the typical new kid that no one really pays attention to. He didn’t have any specific traits or amazing talent. He did manage to date Sam Dean I think, I don’t know how did he manage to do it, but I guess the thing is that he’s nice. A good guy overall. He was just Josh.

“Josh,” I frowned, “care to tell me what the hell did you do to piss off Turbo?”

“Nothing!” He scoffed, “It’s all fault of the golf team, I thought they had Sam and I went after them… turns out it was Angelica.”

“Bummer,” I said, though I didn’t really care, “so it was your fault.”

“I just said-”

“You went out of your way to annoy the golf team cause you thought they had Sam Dean kidnapped or whatever, and now you’re saying it’s their fault that you’re being chased down?”

“Yeah?” He stopped for a second, then continued, “okay so it was kinda my fault…”

“Yeah,” I scoffed, “you probably messed up a bit.”

He let out a dry laugh, then stared at me for a moment.

“So what are you doing? are you part of any tribe?”

“Me?” I raised my eyebrows, “I used to, now it’s just me.”

“Yeah, same,” He nodded, “well, I never belonged to a tribe but, I mean, it’s easier, isn’t it? On your own”

“I don’t know… I guess” I looked down at my shoes and whimper at the sight of them. They were most definitely ruined.

“Roller-skates?” He asked with a smirk, “seriously, Y/N?”

“Who are you to judge?” I replied with a frown, “a shitty skateboard against the monster trucks that Turbo drives around? Yes, that’ll definitely gonna leave them biting the dust”

“Hey, my skate is great! And I have a car,” He defended himself, “but… fuck, I guess I left it on jock territory”

“We should keep going,” I replied, deciding not to comment on what he had said, “they might be getting close.”

“You could leave if you want,” Josh shrugged, “after all this whole thing is not your fault”

“I could, but I just left my place cause it got destroyed, my skates are fucked and if the jocks don’t find you they’ll be on the hunt for something else to play with so to be honest, I think that staying with you for a couple of hours won’t hurt.”

“Cool,” He sighed, moving away from the wall.

“Good,” I moved beside him, “ so, where are we going, exactly?”

“Uh,” Josh rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously, “the mall?”

I stopped dead in my tracks, looking at him in disbelief.

“Are you trying to make all the wrong choices today?” I huffed, “Do you have a death wish?”

“No,” He rolled his eyes, stopping in front of me, “Someone told me Sam might be there, so I’m going”

“Do you realize that is Baron Triumph’s territory?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you for reminding me.”

“What is up with you and Sam Dean anyway?” I asked in annoyance, “Were you two together during this mess and then one day you fought, she left the house and now she’s missing?”

I was trying to be sarcastic, I wasn’t expecting him to reply with:

“Yes, that’s exactly what happened.”

“Oh,” I blushed in embarrassment, “sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t think…”

“It wasn’t exactly like that,” He lowered his eyes to the ground, kicking the dirt, “we weren’t together when it happened, but we did fight before. I haven’t seen her since the whole apocalypse stuff.”

We stayed silent for a moment, I didn’t know what to say, not because I didn’t understand the situation, I did. I also had someone important that I wanted to find desperately, and when I finally did, it was too late. I think that I was surprised, I never saw Josh Wheeler as the type of guy who would stand alone in front of Turbo and his crew just to find a girl. If he could be that stubborn about love, he certainly had to be it for surviving.

“Alright,” I said in a defeated voice.

Josh looked at me in confusion.

“Alright what?”

“Let’s go then, to the mall.”

“You coming?” He smiled, “seriously?”

“I know you don’t need me,” I moved until I was standing face to face, “but I think that we can make a good team, for a few hours though. I hate group projects.”

Josh laughed, giving me a simple nod.

“Don’t worry, we’ll finish this in no time.”

And boy, was he wrong about that.

We hurry our asses off to get to the mall fast and unnoticed, once there I saw two kids cornered by a woman against the doors and I pointed towards them, Josh hurriedly pulled out his sword and stabbed the ghoulie, the woman turned around and ran away, revealing two familiar faces that I was definitely not expecting to see.

“Ah, shit! My sword!” Exclaimed Josh, losing grip of his weapon.

“Y/N?” Asked the boy.

I looked at Josh with a stern face.

“Wesley Fists?” I said, “you ally with Wesley Fists and our school’s drug dealer?”

“I didn’t get much of a choice,” He grumbled.

“You suck at heroing,” Said the blonde girl.

Josh turned around to look at her.

“I saved your stupid lives. Twice.” Then he leaned to grab his skateboard from the ground and added, “now hurry, Turbo’s on our ass.”

I moved to a side and waited for him to open the door when Wesley spoke up again.

“Uhm, no. He’s not,” We all looked back, facing the empty street, “Why aren’t they chasing you?”

Almost as if to answer the question the sound of an engine coming closer made us quiet down, and a black figure appeared in front of us.

“Baron Triumph,” mumbled Josh, probably about to shit his pants like the rest of us, “oh, shit…”

He stepped back and pulled me with him by the hem of my shirt, my skates moving easily against the dusty road.

“Anyone know who the hell this idiot really is?” Angelica, the little blonde girl on my left asks in an upset tone.

“I heard is Marco Lions, that gearhead that lived in Hollywood?” Offered Wesley.

“Didn’t your bestie, Jayden Hoyles ride a motorcycle like that?” Asked Josh in a bitter voice.

“Well,” Wesley nodded without looking back, “Hoyles is a real prick.”

“And you just figured that out?” I asked.

“Whoever he is,” Interrupted Angelica, “here he comes…”

Everyone prepared their weapons for the fight, and it was then when I realized…

“Fuck!” I whispered, “I don’t have anything to defend myself!”

“Don’t worry, we got you” Josh whispered back.

“You literally just lost your sword on a ghoulie’s back.”

Josh was about to reply when Baron got off the motorcycle and we all froze once more. He swiftly took off his helmet, and…

“What the…”

So what’s my life like during the apocalypse?

It’s never what I want it to be.

#twoidiots writing #daybreak fanfic #josh wheeler #josh wheeler xreader #wesley fists #eli cardashyan #angelica green #daybreak #netflix #Starcrossed fic

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crazyfreckledginger · 6 years

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Meeting At A Gala

This beautiful fanart

This fic includes Bruce Wayne (Batman), Alfred, Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Tim Drake (Red Robin) and Damian Wayne (Robin).

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Your PoV

Gotham was not the most beautiful city I have been to. Not to mention the crime rate here. However, helping out The Dark Knight once in a while was comforting in a way. How did I meet him would you ask? Well, I saved his life a few times, yes believe it or not, and blurting out that I know his real identity, giving proof of my theory etc…

My thoughts were interrupted by little amounts of cold liquid falling from the sky. Looking up, I saw more and more raindrops falling from up above, falling on the streets and cars i was walking by. Shit I don’t have my umbrella, I thought. I paced faster, towards my apartment. Taking out the key before arriving at the front door, making sure not to slip, I bumped into a man. “Wach where ya goin’!” He howled before walking away. Wow that was rude, I thought, still looking at the figure disappearing into an alley. Unlocking the door, I made my way upstairs. After arriving at my apartment, I took a quick shower and put on some comfy clothes. I started walking towards the kitchen when a sound of metal hitting metal spread in the hallway. Looking towards the front door, I saw a few letters lying on the floor. Picking them up, I started opening them. Sighing while skimming through my electricity bills and my rent, I stopped at a fancier looking envelop. My name was inscribed on the front in cursive. Gently opening it, it looked somewhat like an invitation.

Bruce Wayne has the pleasure of inviting you to the official 2017 Wayne Gala. Each member present will increase the amount of money funded for charaties, most noticeably Gotham’s orphanage.

This gala will include an all-you-can-eat buffet, champagne and much more.

P.s. Come in a fancy dress not your vigilante suit ;) was written in a scrappier handwriting.

Batsy getting all fancy for a party, I thought smirking.

—————Time skip to a couple days later—————

Tonight was the night of the famous Gala and I decided to put on a fancy yet not too complicated red dress.

I’m ready, how do I get there again? I sent by message to Bruce.

Alfred is coming to pick you up! he replied.

Since when do you know where I live? I asked, making sure to add a smiley face.

I needed to make sure you came home safely, wouldn’t want a teenage vigilante getting hurt do I? He asked adding a smirking smiley face.

Wow I never knew you would be so sarcastic! I texted.

Well I do have sarcastic sons, some more so than others, but I have picked up a few things along the way. You will be meeting them by the way! He wrote.

I suddenly became nervous What if they don’t like me? I thought. My train of thought was interrupted by a black limousine parking in front of my apartment.

Gotta go, my ride’s here! I quickly sent Bruce

Making sure that I had locked my apartment and taken my purse, I hurried downstairs.

“Hello Miss (Y/N)!” A elderly man with a British accent greeted.

“Hello Sir!” I greeted back.

“Oh please call me Alfred” He said warmly.

——- Time skip to arriving at Wayne Manor——

It’s beautiful I whispered to myself, awestruck, upon entering the front gate.

Alfred kindly escorted me towards the large staircase to the immense mansion in front of me. I was welcomed by Bruce Wayne himself.

“Hello kid!” He smirked.

“Ok so first of all hello to you too, second of all do not call me that! How many times do I have to tell you, are you losing your mind old man?” I asked smirking back.

He laughed lightly at me and brought me inside. He guided me through numerous corridors made of marble towards a colossal ball room “Woah” I whispered. “So the drinks are in the far corner, the food on the opposite side and the bathroom in the room behind seating area” He directed me.

“There is so much food” I squealed excitedly.

“I know, hence why you are here, I know how much you love food”, he said cockly.

“Ooouh I’d say that hurt, but it didn’t!”

Laughing, “Well I better get to welcome my business associates and other important guests!” he said, walking away, leaving me alone. I decided to wonder around a bit.

Jason PoV

“Ugh all of these people are so fake!” Tim moaned from across the table

“Shhhh! Don’t say it so loudly, people will here you!!” Dick shushed him.

“I hate to say this but Drake is right” Damian stated

“I’m bored” I pouted playing with the butterknife that was neatly placed on the table. Looking back up towards the crowd, “and there isn’t any decent looking wo–” I stopped when my gaze locked onto a young women in a red dress. My brothers looked back at me when I didn’t finish my sentence, then followed my gaze to the same young women.

“Woah” Tim and Dick said at the same time.

Snapping everyone out of their thoughts, I chirped up “I call dibs!!!” Before standing up and pacing to the women, my brothers quickly following behind me.

Your PoV

Looking at the men and women dancing in the ballroom made me feel sad and insecure. I finally decided to go get a drink.

“Would you care for a dance?” a voice spoke up.

Slowly turning around, a tall yet not too muscular man in a nice balck tuxedo and red tie was smiling at me. He had black hair and a white streak. Wow he’s handsome, I thought smiling. “Sure” I answered enthusiastically. Proposing his hand to me, I gladly took it whilst he guided me to the dancing area. Putting his spare hand around my waist and mine on his shoulder, we started dancing in sync. After a few minutes of dancing and looking deeply into each of our eyes.

“I’ve never seen you around here! Have you recently started working with Bruce Wayne?” he asked.

“Oh um no I don’t work for him, I’m a bit of a private detective and I’ve made a few investigations about him. It happened to be a misunderstanding. Nothing too serious and since then we have been friends.” I lied, suprising myself of how convincing I sounded.

He hummed in response. Putting his forehead to mine, he mumbled “I never got your name!” He said looking straight into my eyes, the closeness making me blush.

(A/N: If y'all thinking I’m taking Paul Wesley as a Jason Todd then you’re wrong, wow that sounded violent, I’m sorry. It’s just the gif that shows what I am describing.)

“It’s (Y/N)” I smiled looking at the ground.

“And are you single?” he asked, hopeful.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” I asked shyly.

“Depends, is it working?” he answered looking for an answer in my eyes.

“I barely even know you and you’re already making a move on me?” I questioned.

“Well I can’t think logically when the most beautiful girl I have ever set my eyes upon is right in front of me!” He smirked.

Taking in a breath, I blushed a deep red and I looked at the ground with a shy smile.

3rd Person PoV

Jason examined (Y/N)’s actions Damn that’s cute!, he thought smiling back at her.

Back at the table, Dick, Tim and Damian observed the whole scene unfold before them.

“I can’t believe Todd got the girl before any of us, well except for Drake.” Damian argued.

Tim glared at his younger brother and retorted “Doesn’t suprise me you didn’t get her!”

Dick interrupted the raising fight by standing up.

“He’s leaning into her!!” He warned before racing towards them.

Your PoV

The man in front of me started leaning into me. What are you doing!! You don’t even know this guy’s name!!, I scolded myself. I suddenly put a finger to his lips to stop him from kissing me, making his eyes shoot open. Suddenly he was pulled away from me and I was met with a shorter black haired man with a blue tie. He had a similar body structure.

“Hi!!” He said with a goofy smile. “I’m Richard, or Dick for short (A/N: Short eyy!?).

”(Y/N)“ I whispered.

“Sorry about the quick change, that was my brother, he’s always looking for one night stands and stuff” he lied, looking everywhere but me.

“Riiiight” I agreed, unconvinced.

“So a dance?” He squeaked out.

3rd Person PoV

Jason joined the table pouting like a little baby whilst staring at (Y/N) and Dick.

“You look more like a kid than you usually do Todd!” Damian pointed out.

“Why would Dick do this to me!! I had the girl!” He criticised.

“Dick obviously wants the girl to himself” Tim stated.

“No shit!” Jason said sarcastically.

“Anyway he isn’t going to get her!” Damian informed.

Both brothers looked towads the youngest curiously.

“Obviously I’m the best suited to be with her. Being the blood son of Bruce Wayne and the best Robin” he said, whispering the last part.

“Riiight, whatever helps you sleep at night Demon” Jason mumbled whilst Tim rolled his eyes.

Your PoV

After half an hour of dancing and having a nice conversation chatting with Dick, I politely asked to leave, which he accepted.

Sipping some champagne from my glass. Truth be told I bribed Bruce into letting me drink, at least no one knows I’m underage.

“Aren’t you underage?” A younger man, if not boy asked, also with a glass of champagne, as if he read my thoughts.

“Kinda ironic coming from you don’t you think? You don’t exactly look 21 either.” I smirked.

“Touché!” He acted while raising his hands in the air. “A secret for a secret?” he asked.

“Sure!” I chuckled.

“Sooo, do you have a name?”

“(Y/N).” I said for the third time tonight.

“Tim!” He said enthusiastically.

A younger boy pulled up a chair next to me. I looked at him suspiciously.

“I’m Damian Wayne! I excuse the behavior of my brothers, they have always pursued women, except for Drake over here, no one would go out with him, which doesn’t surprise me. So don’t bother with him!” He informed.

“Oh no, you are all brothers?” I facepalmed.

“Yeah!” Tim said.

“God, I didn’t expect Bruce to introduce his sons this way!”

“You know Bruce? Personally?” Tim asked.

“Well not very personally, I work a night shift!” I said.

“Oooh! But-”

“She knows about us!” A familiar voice interrupted abruptly. Turning around I saw Bruce and the two men I danced with.

Dick and his brother sat at the same table as we did whilst Bruce explained who I was.

“So you lied to me?” The red tied man asked, acting hurt.

“Well, I didn’t know who you were did I? And I still don’t know your name except for Dick’s brother!” I teased.

“Todd, Jason Todd” He smirked, sounding like 007.

“No offense but you’re not cool enough to be a James Bond!” I teased again.

He gasped exaggeratedly.

“Wow (Y/N) I didn’t think you could get even sassier than you already are!” Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Get over it!” I mouthed. He chuckled before strolling away.

“So you’re going to work with us?” Tim asked.

“Maybe, well I don’t really do teams, maybe a partner but not much more than that! I’m willing to help out once in a while though!” I explained.

“Can I be your partner?” All four boys said simultaneously, then glared at each other.

I laughed, flattered by their interest.

“You can take turns?!” I suggested.

“Yes!!” They agreed.

Looking at my watch, wide-eyed, I said, “Yikes it’s getting late for me, I need to go, see you guys around!” I marched away.

“Wait!! I didn’t get your number!!” Jason yelled. Dick looked at him smirking as if to say why would she give it to you? “Well, how are we going to contact her?” He stated like the rest of his brothers were complete idiots. Soon enough, the three brother’s eyes widened and started running in the direction I was in, only to discover that I was gone.

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A/N: First one shot up!! Let me know what you think about it!!

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Black Lightning 1x01

Well, it’s a CW superhero show about black people. So at least you can’t accuse it of false advertising.

-Just in case you thought this was, like, TNT or something, the first ten minutes hint at a love triangle and feature a bangin’ club scene. But they do hold off on a gratuitous six-pack shirtless scene until late in the episode.

-Whenever someone says that a series is mature or adult, it’s code for having a lot of scenes where someone pours themselves a glass of whiskey or bourbon or something, then drinks it soulfully. If you added a lot of scenes like that to Tiny Toons, it would count as prestige television. (I kid, I kid. There’s also a scene where someone smokes reefer.)

-Black Lightning has his own I’m Gonna Git You Sucka theme rap that plays when he does something cool, which walks the line between fun and cheesy. I can’t help but think it’s gonna get dated soon if this is one of those CW shows that runs for twelve seasons. “Black Lightning’s back!” Yes, we know, it’s been a decade. He wasn’t here in the first place for that long!

-I get that they’re trying to be topical with political protests and police brutality, but a protest march against a specific gang? I’ve heard of general anti-crime/stop the violence type marches, but this seems a bit over-the-top for a pretty ‘real world’ show.

-Why do we need a bratty teenager in this? They’re always just there to do stupid bullshit that causes conflict. Like, not only is Vanessa dumb enough to go to a club literally named after a crime syndicate, but while there, she is abducted at gunpoint and nearly forced into prostitution. Her response? “Why are you making such a big deal about this?” Yeah, no teenager in history is that vapid (and no, show, I’m not gonna count you saying that she was traumatized off-screen).

-And it’s not like this is such a lighthearted show that characters just shrug off this kind of thing, because we see Anissa at the very end traumatized by her experience. So I guess Jennifer is just weirdly shallow as a person?

(-Maybe it’s some karmic balance for Jefferson’s ex-wife being understanding and supportive of him going back into action when their daughters are in danger instead of making a big to-do about it. Someone gotta hold the ball.)

-Although I did think the whole plot about BL having to rescue his daughters was pretty contrived (is this guy determined to prostitute Jennifer because he’s still under orders to or does he just feel slighted? If we have to put his daughters in danger to get BL into action, why not do something with Anissa being so political and vehemently anti-100?) and unoriginal (again, is having to rescue your kids from the bad guys really any different from having to rescue your girlfriend?). Hopefully now that the whole thing has served the purpose of getting BL back into costume, we can move on to something better.

-Was I following things wrong, or did Black Lightning say he’d killed Tobias Whale while Tobias Whale said he’d killed Black Lightning? Because that’s got to be a wacky chains of events that would lead to them believing that of each other.

-I doubt ‘Harriet Tubman’ is the kind of nickname a modern teenager would come up with. “Yeah, Bill over there is a total poonhound, so we call him Benjamin Franklin!”

-I probably owe the old comics a read, but I haven’t gotten to it yet, so not much to say about canon--other than that it’s a bit unfortunate that one of the themes here is, obviously, the evils of judging people based on skin color and then the big villain is the five thousandth evil albino in pop culture. Like, there’s never a sassy gay albino friend, they’re always preternaturally determined assassins and shit. Well, there was a wacky comic relief albino in The Princess Bride, but he was evil comic relief. He helped torture Wesley!

-This is more of a nitpick, but casting James Remar as Jefferson’s fatherly crime-fighting mentor, when he played pretty much the exact same role in the hugely popular Dexter within recent memory, kinda takes me right out of the story (although I get why they’d cast him, he’s fine actor, probably a lot of fun to work with, not complaining about Remar as a performer). I kept expecting him to say something about Jefferson’s dark passenger.

(Black Lightning: Say WHAT, honky?)

-For a guy who’s characterized as pretty consistently peaceable and thoughtful in his civilian life, Black Lightning has a pretty ‘shoot first, ask questions never’ mentality when he suits up. He seems to have a ‘shit happens’ approach to his no-kill policy (surely, when you’re wearing bulletproof armor, there’s no need to use someone as a human shield!), blasts an unarmed john (albeit one who is visiting a brothel with unwilling sex workers), and blows up a police car for no reason. Yeah, I get that it’s supposed to be cathartic after the racial profiling in the pre-credits, but in the second instance, the (different) cops are after anyone who was involved in the Club 100 shootout and he was involved (to put it mildly). I know, I know, it’s standard superhero procedure to avoid getting arrested by knocking out cops, but going the extra step of blowing up their car for doing their job seems petty. Imagine if in The Dark Knight, Batman disabled the SWAT team trying to arrest him and then said “HOW DARE YOU COME AFTER ME!?” and broke all their cell phones or something.

-So, maybe Pierce’s characterization just is that he’s a pacifist by day, unleashed rage monster by night, but that seems pretty far afield of the character and a little cliched to boot. Haven’t we seen the put-upon goody-two-shoes who lets it all out as his alter-ego enough times?

-It’s weird that the old ‘lame’ suit looks actually pretty good, while the new one looks overdesigned and clunky, with cheesy light-up bits. Also, the Kingsman are not going to be happy to find out what James Remar is doing with their secret hide-out when they’re not there.

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