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aurorawritestoescape · 5 months

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Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller

Tw: 18+ mdni smut, mfm, power imbalance (boss/employee), ‘sir’ kink, praise kink, tiniest bit of degradation, oral (f/m receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv (wrap it up obv), creampie, rimming, multiple orgasms, butt slapping (light), voyeurism, swearing, no use of y/n

Word count: 3,2k

A/n: thank you @noxturnalpascal 💖 for an amazing idea to write fics based on this PROMPT: Pick a Pedge Daddy character - Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Dave York, etc. (it can be Canon or Non-Canon/AU/No Outbreak).

PPCU Daddy is surprised - and excited - to learn that the grad/postgrad student he hires to watch his child sometimes also works as a: stripper/dancer/cam-girl/onlyfans-model/dating-or-escort-service (or straight-up SW)

I added Tommy to the mix cos what’s better than one Miller boy? Yeah, two Miller boys😝

Other fics based on the prompt: Room 301 @milla-frenchy Dancing is a dangerous game @noxturnalpascal Webcam for beginners @iamasaddie

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You’ve been doing stripping as a side job for a few months now. As a postgrad student you were broke and in debt. You needed money to help out with the tuition, which was unbearably high. On top of that your car broke down and you’ve been trying to save for a new one. One of your friends who’d done it told you that the money was good and the hours were flexible. So you decided to give it a shot.

The gig turned out to be great. You were often tipped generously and though the men were usually drunk and overly excited you’ve been lucky enough to be treated fairly well. They called you Diamond because of your sparkling silver costume and glittering boots.

Today you are shining at a birthday party. It’s a total sausage fest and everyone is excited about the headliner - you. The men are cheering you on as you’re giving your best lap dance to the man of the evening. The music is blaring while you are slowly taking off your sparking top before pushing your breasts together and swaying your hips seductively. You’re still wearing high silver boots and a tiny diamond-encrusted thong.

Everyone is already buzzed. Everyone except the birthday boy. He doesn’t seem to be drunk at all as his dark piercing eyes are sliding across your glitter-covered body with intent and hunger. Sometimes he gives his friends a little smile and laughs at their thirsty comments. But when his gaze returns to you his expression becomes focused and serious, one of a hunter whose unsuspecting prey is inching closer and closer, as he’s waiting for the right moment to strike. There is something hypnotizing about the man and you feel the magnetic pull every time your eyes meet.

You want him to want you. And judging by a big bulge in his jeans you’re doing great. You’re practically drooling over him as your hands are gliding over his broad shoulders, strong chest, running through his dark curly hair. After some time you see only him, and your heart flutters and core burns with desire.

You’re hovering over his lap, his face inches from your bouncing breasts as your hips move the way you’d ride him and your hands are holding onto his muscular shoulders. He wants to say something to you so you lean down bringing your ear to his plush lips. His breath tickles you and you giggle.

“Can I get a private dance?” he asks a little louder so you could hear him through the music. He tilts his head to the side to look into your eyes. He’s gorgeous. Older, just how you like them. A scent of whiskey and something sweet hits your nostrils and you feel yourself getting wet. Your pussy tingles and you both decide to give this guy whatever he wants tonight. You smile at him nodding your head, maybe a little too eager.

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That’s how you end up on your knees in the VIP room, fully naked between his spread legs, his cock deep in your throat. You’ve never done anything like that with a client but you just couldn’t help yourself. You would be fired in a second if anyone found out but you feel that he’s not the one to kiss and tell. His body, his eyes, his confidence drive any rational thought away from your mind.

When you were sitting on his lap having discarded your thong and boots and framing his legs with yours, your pussy was throbbing so much for him it hurt. You rested your head on his shoulder, turned to him and whispered in his ear, “You can touch me if you want”.

He chuckled and asked if he was allowed to but his fingers were already caressing your glistening seam. A few moments later he was fucking you with his thick digits, his tongue licking into your mouth. He knew his way around a pussy and you came hard, making a mess of his jeans.

Now you are sucking on his ball rolling it in your mouth with your tongue and slowly jerking his cock. His jeans are opened and tugged down his hips, your hand is splayed on his lower belly covered with soft hair. He’s watching you with a soft smile, half lidded eyes blown and hazy. You’re enjoying yourself so much you feel you might come untouched just from sucking him off.

That’s when HE barges into the room apologizing for being late. You hear the gravelly voice and your heart drops into your stomach. You freeze glancing up at the birthday boy with horror on your face. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!!!! Fuck! You recognise that voice immediately. You raise your head before glancing back. Of course it’s him! The father of the girl you’ve been babysitting for a few weeks. You always loved kids so babysitting seemed like a great idea. Well, until now when two of your clients met.

Joel Miller was always kind and respectful yet a little grumpy. You never blamed him, a single parent who worked very hard to provide his daughter with the best life. He was a great father judging by how well adjusted and happy Sarah was.

He doesn’t look grumpy now. With his mouth agape, he’s staring at the two of you and mumbles, “Fuck, Tommy.” He raises one brow and runs a hand through his dark hair in a nervous gesture. His black T-shirt rides up showing a slither of his soft stomach and a happy trail. Suddenly you remember all the times he would come home sweaty and hot from working outside all day and you bite your lip.

You’re used to being naked in front of strangers so it takes you a minute to realize you need to cover yourself up.

“Oh my god, Mr Miller. Fuck.. I’m so sorry,” you get up looking around for anything to put on. Of course there’s nothing except your tiny thong and the boots so you just place your hands awkwardly on your mound and breasts and stand between Mr Miller and ‘Tommy’, whose cock is still out and hard. He’s not putting it away, just sits there proudly. Your eyes are darting between the two men.

“You’re interrupting, bro,” Tommy says with a nonchalance in his voice. Now it’s your time to be surprised cos the man looks almost bored.

Joel visibly collects himself and comes up to you.

“I see that,” he says, looking you up and down and then turning to his brother, “Do you know that you’re getting blown by my babysitter?”

Joel looks back to you and brushes your arm with his big warm hand. You shiver at the touch.

“No shit! Babysitter?” Tommy sits up, finally expressing some interest. Joel hums and his brother chuckles and leans back again, holding his still hard cock in his hand, “Got yourself a new one?”

“Yeah… and I seemed to hit the jackpot,” Joel replies with a little smile but his eyes on you are darker, hungrier than you’ve ever seen him. Your skin erupts in goosebumps and you feel yourself like a bunny circled by hungry wolves.

“Mmm.. Mr Miller, I can explain,” you stutter nervously standing there like a school girl being scolded by a headmaster. You want to tell him that you don’t usually walk around sucking your clients off but Joel interrupts you, “No need to explain anything, sweetheart. Work is work. You did nothing wrong.”

His deep smooth voice makes your clit twitch and you almost gasp when he cups your cheek and lowers his face closer to yours, “I know you’re a good girl.”

“And full of surprises,” Tommy adds with a smirk looking at you almost differently, with more intrigue in the gaze and his cock twitches in his hand.

You glance up at Joel and his eyes slide to your lips and yours do the same. Your mouths are so close you’re breathing each other's air. His thumb is rubbing your cheek. Suddenly you jerk when Tommy coughs interrupting whatever is happening between you and your employer. Joel straightens up and his hand leaves your face.

“Ya know what,” he says walking to the chair across the room, placing it a couple meters away from you and taking a seat, “Don’t stop on my account.”

Your jaw drops and you freeze, hardly believing your own ears.

“You heard him, baby. We don’t need to stop,” Tommy repeats his brother's words as your shock is being replaced by excitement.

You hesitate at first but the idea of sucking a guy off when his brother is watching is so filthy that the burning in your core reignites again and you feel yourself gush.

You drop your arms exposing yourself to the men, come up to Tommy again and retake your previous position on your knees between his legs. You take his cock from him and turn your head back to Joel. His legs are spread, big hand resting on his inner thigh as he’s watching you.

You swallow loudly and turn back to Tommy. He must have read the anxiety on your face as he takes your chin between his fingers and gives you a warm smile.

“Don’t be shy, baby. My brother just wanna watch. Let’s give him something to remember when you come babysit for him next time.”

You blush, biting your lip and dropping your head. It can’t be happening. It feels like a weird wet dream. But you see this gorgeous weeping cock in your hand and your mouth salivates. And you would be lying if you said that you didn’t fantasize about Mr Miller bending you over his kitchen counter after your shift and fucking you senseless. So you bend down and kitten-lick Tommy’s fat tip. The man shamelessly moans and your pussy tingles at the sound.

You hear Joel’s groan as he must have a great view of your ass and pussy. The depravity of this situation makes your mind hazy and you arch your back wiggling your ass a little as you’re aching to be touched again. Your hand leaves Tommy’s balls which you were caressing and snakes down to your naked mound. You rub yourself there and then dip your fingers between your wet folds. A pathetic whimper escapes your lips muffled by Tommy’s cock and he twitches against your tongue stimulated by the vibrations.

“I think my naughty babysitter needs some attention, little brother,” Joel rumbles behind you and you hear a creak of the chair and his steps.

Parting from Tommy’s cock with a pop you turn your head and see Joel getting down on one knee next to you. You’re leaning on Tommys thighs, your elbows on his knees.

“You’ve been so good for my brother, sweetheart,” Joel says in a gentle voice, putting his hand on your back. You feel his calloused palm sliding down to your ass and then coming back up to your shoulder blades. “Has he made you come, baby?”

You nod your head staring up at him with slightly parted mouth. You still can’t believe you’re naked in front of the man you’re babysitting for and his brother. With the latter's precum on your lips.

“I’m a gentleman, Joel,” Tommy chimes in sounding offended. He glides his fingers along your neck, “Ladies always come first.”

Joel smirks and leans closer to your face not minding the stiff length of his brother just inches from you both and whispers in your ear, “Ya want another one?”

He presses his lips to your cheek and kisses you before traveling down to your jaw and neck. He grabs a fistful of your hair and holds you in place as he starts sucking a hickey into the delicate skin of your neck. You shut your eyes with a set of moans and tilt your head back for him.

“Don’t damage the goods, Joel”, Tommy jokes and the degrading remark sends you further into the depths of arousal.

“Please, make me come, Mr Miller,” you plead and both brothers seem to love it. Joel’s groaning against your neck while Tommy takes his cock from you and begins jerking his shaft.

Joel parts from you and you feel him gently pushing your head down. You follow his wordless command, lowering your face to his brother's crotch.

Joel guides you and when you open your lips he impales your mouth on Tommy’s cock.

“Yeah, just like that. Suck on it, sweetie, give my brother the best birthday present.”

Joel brushes the hair away from your face and watches you work Tommy’s cock for some time. His eyes are glued to your every move, every bob of your head, every swipe of your tongue around Tommy’s tip. The younger brother is holding your head on the other side and rhythmically raising his hips slowly fucking your mouth.

All this time Joel’s touch doesn’t leave you, he caresses your head, rubs your back and sides, until his hand snakes to your front and he grabs your breast and twitches your nipple. Your slick is dripping down your legs now and you can’t take it anymore.

With your lips still wrapped around Tommy’s cock you turn slightly to Joel and glance up at him. He’s panting and his half lidded eyes are clouded with arousal. He reads your expression and not being able to control himself any longer too, he orders, “Get up, sweetheart. But keep sucking.”

You do as you’re told placing your feet on the floor and standing up still keeping Tommy in your mouth. Joel gets up with a groan and walks behind you.

“Mr Miller’s gonna take good care of you, baby,” Tommy promises with a smirk and holds your arm to keep you steady in a new position. “Make sure she moans around my dick, bro,” he says louder and Joel hums in response.

“I know how to take care of a girl, little brother, don’t worry,” Joel quips, standing behind you as his clothed hard-on is pressed to your ass. You feel his fingers squeeze your cheeks and he gives you a light slap. You jerk and Tommy flinches, as your mouth moves on his cock a little too roughly. Joel chuckles and Tommy scolds him him,

“Be gentle, Joel, she’s got a mouth full of my cock.”

Joel laughs a little but his next movements are careful and soft. His big hands glide along your sides and down to your bottom again, rubbing your skin and making you clench around nothing. You wiggle your ass a little in invitation and he reads your signal.

“Look at her, Tommy. Can’t wait to be fucked by my fat cock while sucking on another dick… ahh..she’s gonna get a glowing recommendation from me.”

Both men laugh and you feel your pussy ache even more when they’re talking about you as if you’re not there and you place your feet further apart. “Ya wanna come on my cock, sweetheart, or my mouth?” Joel asks and you hastily part from Tommy and breathe out, “Cock, sir.”

“Fuck, baby,” Joel rumbles and you hear him unbuckling his belt and discarding it on the floor. You expect him to pierce you with his member any second now but you hear shuffling and then his warm lips kiss your pussy from behind. You gasp and Tommy smiles, gently pressing your head back down, “She’s like a little doe, so easy to spook.”

You lick the underside of the younger brother’s cock while Joel is behind you, peppering your pussy with open mouth kisses. Then his tongue slips between your folds and travels from your clit to your entrance. He spreads your pussy with his thumbs and your core burns with desire. You’re completely exposed, and you whine remembering that it’s Joel Miller who is about to make you fall apart while you’re blowing his brother. Joel’s movements are sure and effective and very soon your belly and thighs are trembling with an upcoming orgasm.

Mr Miller surprises you again when his tongue glides up to your asshole and he gives it a kiss after spreading your cheeks. You moan loudly not being afraid to be heard as the music is still blaring behind the closed door.

Tommy and Joel hear you well though and the oldest brother parts from your ass to lightly slap your cheek, getting your attention, “Ya like it, sweetheart? Will you let Mr Miller fuck your asshole with his tongue?”

“Yeah,” your whine, the sound muffled by cock. You roll your eyes in ecstasy and Tommy lifts your head by the hair a little to see the results of his brother’s actions on your face. Meanwhile Joel is licking your tight ring as his fingers rub circles on your throbbing clit. When he points his tongue at your little hole and starts poking it moving it deeper little by little you almost sob from the pleasure and lose your rhythm. You can’t concentrate on sucking any longer so Tommy pulls you off his cock.

“Hold it wide for me, baby” he commands, keeping you face above his red swollen tip and you do as you’re told, darting out your tongue. Your whimpers and moans fill the room accompanied by the squelching sounds of Tommy jerking his cock and Joel’s slurping on your tight hole.

Tommy’s eyebrows are furrowed and his gaze runs over your face, breasts and then your ass, being eaten out by his brother. The view takes him over the edge and he shoots his cum on your chin, lips and tongue. You close your mouth around his tip and drink everything he’s giving you. When Tommy pats your hand, you part from him and rest your head on his thigh, inches from his semi hard cock.

Joel gets up with a grunt and you finally feel his tip nudging at your dripping entrance. He impales you on his cock in one swift move and you scream when his tip hits your cervix. He’s big and your pussy aches trying to accommodate his thick length. You close your eyes and focus on the way his cock is gliding inside you, rubbing your sweet spot. A couple more thrusts and your whole body is shaking, ecstasy coursing through your veins, clit twitching and walls contracting. Your juices flow around Joel’s cock and he groans, “Yeah, good girl.. Fuck, squeeze Mr Miller’s cock.”

He begins thrusting into you vigorously and Tommy keeps you in place holding you tight while his brother starts pumping you full of his hot cum. Joel’s rough hands are gripping your hips leaving handprints on your skin while his cock is squirting seed deep into your pussy.

“Doing so good, baby,” Tommy coos at you, while you're nothing but a trembling shaking mess. He’s watching you both unravel and his cock twitches.

When your climax subsides and Joel stills and pulls out you fall on your knees between Tommys legs.

Both men help you up and Joel puts you like a rag doll on Tommy’s lap. You feel Joel’s cum leak out of you on his brother’s jeans.

You lean on the chest of the birthday boy resting your head on his broad shoulder, completely spent, drunk on endorphins and the depravity of what you’ve just done. Tommy lights up a cigarette as Joel gathers your clothes and boots and comes up to the two of you. He hands them to you and then caresses your cheek with a thumb giving you a warm smile,

“I’ll see you on Monday, sweetheart. Bring your costume.”

You smile back with a nod and he leaves.

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Thank you for reading!

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!💖

Tag list: @missannwinchester @harriedandharassed @bbyanarchist @nervousmumbling

I’d love to rec the fics that have been feeding my obsession with the Miller brothers combo! Check them out if you haven’t yet!♥️🥵

The Wrong Way @romana-after-dark

Leopard Print @toxicanonymity

Stuffing @toxicanonymity

At the Table @toxicanonymity

Liquid Gold @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Two Hands to Hold @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Too Depraved 4 TV @bonezone44

Smack My B*tch Up @milla-frenchy

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lurkingshan · 3 months

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10 Things I Love About Ossan's Love Returns

Y’all. Y'ALL. I am stunned right now. I am verklempt. I never thought I would end up here. But here I am.

I bounced hard off the original Ossan's Love. Like, hard. I DNF'd and immediately memory holed just about everything I knew about it. But people I trust (namely @isaksbestpillow and @twig-tea) said this new series was an improvement on the original, and that I didn't have to go back and try rewatching the first series to dive into this one. So of course I, a jbl devotee, had to give it the old college try.

AND TO MY SHOCK AND AWE, I LOVE IT. This show is excellent. This is Japanese media at its absolute best, showcasing the precision in writing, directing, editing, and acting that they can reach when they are firing on all cylinders. This is the kind of comedy only a Japanese production can get right, because it requires a mastery of all these elements that you just can't get in less mature filmmaking industries. This is the best example I have ever seen of this kind of broad comedic style grounded in real stakes.

So let me tell you why this show, which is available for the international audience on Gaga (and with subs coming from Sirii, as well!), is worth your time:

This is a story about an established relationship between adult characters. Y'all know how I feel about the dearth of this we get in drama! Maki and Haruta have been long distance for four years and are moving in together to start their married life as this show begins.

The writing is unbelievably strong. Everything that happens matters, the characters always make sense, and the jokes are genuinely so fucking funny.

Kurosawa, or Chief, as I refer to him, is one of the funniest characters of all time, in any drama. The way this man had me laughing out loud in every scene! I felt like I got a workout.

This show is a feat of editing. I have been watching a string of shows recently that are getting hamstrung by bad editing, so let me tell you, it was a true pleasure to watch a drama that executes editing tricks so deftly and with such an eye toward sharpening its story and enhancing its jokes.

It has excellent female side characters. We have Chizu, my favorite lady bestie who is here to whip Haruta into shape at all times, and Chuoko, an actual archer who also has her own little romance going, and Haruta's mom, an unbothered legend who just wants to eat her food and get to her dates with her boyfriend.

There's a mystery! Next door to Haruta and Maki are two creepy mfers (brothers?) who are Up To Something. Or not! I don't know but I’ll find out!

We are getting an actual dialogue about gay marriage. Haruta and Maki consider themselves married, but have no legally binding contract and have not yet had a wedding, and they talk about this and their feelings about it often as they are negotiating their lives together.

We may have some aroace rep happening?? This is still pending but my radar is pinging hard for Takegawa to join the incredibly shortlist of explicitly aro and/or ace characters in bl.

DID I MENTION THIS SHOW IS FUCKING HILARIOUS. I cannot overstate the number of times this drama had me straight cackling in three short episodes. I had to get up and do some laps to walk it off.

The show is extremely well paced and I trust it not to waste my time. No small thing in these bl streets! The odd episode order (9) and tight pacing of each of the first three episodes tells me the creators of this show know exactly what they are doing and how much time they need to execute their vision.

This show is airing live for the next six weeks and I strongly encourage you to watch it and come join the fun with us!

#ossan's love returns #ossan's love #japanese bl #shan recommends #10 things #shan shouts into the void

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 7 months

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Oh no was the spin-off bad or just mediocre? Is there anything you particularly liked or disliked about it?

god okay let's get into the good, the bad, and the ???? of it all. hiding it entirely under a cut because spoilers ahoy.

the :)

I have reservations about the Riddler as a full protagonist that I'll articulate below, but I can't really fault any of the writing re: Eddie's dialogue at all. the characterization of the Riddler as an insufferably cocky and nosy motormouth works really well, and Hasan Minhaj seems like he's having a blast with the expanded role.

I also like ESCAPE ARTIST PICKPOCKET RIDDLER recognition!!!

also hey even though they didn't follow up on some of the very promising tidbits re: Eddie's potentially deteriorating mental state dropped in Unburied, I like that it was made clear that there are physical components to his riddle compulsion, namely mentioning that his chest was getting tighter. it adds an interesting dimension to his whole schtick!

having listed all these fun traits that I enjoy, I also respect that the story doesn't feel the need to like... soften Eddie in order to make him a more likeable protagonist. oh haha the funny little asshole man? yeah he killed people. he kills a guy literally in the course of the story after proclaiming in the very first episode that he's mostly non-violent. and he's 100% chill about it because fuck that guy! he doesn't matter, he's in the way of the riddle! and the whole ending with Nadira is... oofah doofah, that's crazy. that's crazy crazy. and it's pretty tasty!

I LOOOOOVE appearances from minor villains!!! bro we got THE FUCKING TALLY MAN in this!!! also hey when I wrote that absurdly long post-Unburied fic I CORRECTLY predicted Croc, Sportsmaster, and the fucking Condiment King someone. I don't know. pay me or kiss me on the mouth for that or something.

I wish there was more Barbara, of course, but I really like what we did get of her! I like that we've kind of skipped over any need for her to have a Batgirl era and just got straight to the good stuff of being almost Oracle. I love to see her exactly where she belongs: flagrantly committing cybercrime to save lives because she can.

also the sound design is still good, and I really like the new music for the opening and Azrael's motif

also speaking of Azrael I'm going to say ONE nice thing about how he was written which is that I DO think it's interesting that they directly pointed out that the concept of Azrael as an angel of death is actually much more prominent in Islam than Christianity while also making in unambiguous that the Nygmas are a Muslim family. it adds a little bit of intrigue to the connection between Nadira and JP, not nearly enough to actually redeem Nadira as a big bad in my eyes (see below) but it is interesting!

also lastly Eddie is flirting so hard with Bruce AND Barbara I love you problematic awful bisexual representation. AND Killer Croc wants to fuck him? madness.

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I alluded to this earlier, but I don't know if I love Eddie promoted to the POV protagonist! it's a big departure from Unburied, not just in terms of who's the main character but also in terms of limiting the scope of the story. giving Bruce and Barbara's alternating perspectives in Unburied was brilliant for building up the mystery and creating suspense in the story, and when the story came together to focus fully on Bruce as Batman it felt organically earned.

and also on a more Eddie-centric note I just! think he works better as a supporting character for other people to bounce off of, rather than being a lead in his own right!

I'm putting this in :/ instead of :( because it's more of a matter of personal taste than anything but godddddd I wanted more Barbara :/ I love her :/ where is she :/ I'm mostly mad because I wanted a spinoff of her and Eddie solving crimes while he crashes in her couch and does petty crime but godddddd god god god I want her back so bad I love her more than Eddie and Bruce combined

while I like the emotional beats of the resolution with Nadira I don't... like her as a character or a storytelling device. like I'm sorry but I don't really care about the Riddler's family drama! especially not when it's as heavy-handed as "my sister told me riddles to distract me from our parents fighting." very reminiscent of the backstory where Leonard and Lisa Snart would hide out in an ice cream truck or whatever, please stop trying to make psychology this painfully clear cut.

I also didn't really need an origin story but I do like that it's kind of an updated version of his first BTAS episode!

I can't decide if Jean Paul unceremoniously killing off Flass is really funny or sucks shit. kind of both but it does veer towards the latter, I was really hoping that if they're going to keep making more of this podcast we would at least get to see Babs get an arc where she investigates Flass and gets justice for her dad on her own terms. but then again. it is pretty funny.

also god this isn't REALLY about the show but I have to say this. the Riddler a.) getting #calledout by Azrael for bearing false witness and b.) ESPECIALLY him trying to dunk on his sister by implying she should marry a white guy are SO FUNNY given the timing of the minor scandal re: Hasan Minhaj maybe just straight up making things up entirely in his comedy and SPECIFICALLY getting that poor woman doxxed by claiming she dumped him for racist reasons. I'M JUST SAYING. (editor's note: since absolved of all wrongdoing and the woman who wrote that piece is genuinely unhinged, but the timing was still BANANAS.)

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I'm just gonna say it, man: I'm not into Colman Domingo's Bruce/Batman performance at all. I don't know what happened behind the scenes to precipitate Winston Duke leaving the role, but god fuck I'm in mourning. Duke is genuinely one of my favorite portrayals of Bruce ever for his distinctive Batman voice and how much expressiveness, vulnerability, and warmth he brings to the character, and while I wouldn't want his replacement to try and mimic that performance exactly (impossible!) it seems like Domingo just... wasn't even given the memo? this is a much flatter Bruce, and I simply cannot love him.

re: my complaints about Nadira above, her character is just handled in a really underwhelming way. having Eddie repeatedly call her "sis" is stumbling straight into the one of the worst of all lazy exposition techniques, especially since Bruce works his way to that exact revelation, like would it have killed anyone to just... let us wonder about the connection a *little* longer? also, again, those flashbacks are ARTLESS. in Unburied there's framing and context for all of the ways the past blends into the present, whether it's Strange's recordings or the story taking place inside Bruce's own meddled memories. it really feels like they're just hurling backstory at us with a catapult in this one.

the ultimate big bad reveal is... ugh. UGH. Unburied was a really cool nesting doll of a minor Batman villain being manipulated by a more well-known villain being manipulated by an A-list villain with a cool and unique spin on her backstory... Secrets in the Dark has an absolutely WASTED member of the Batfamily used as a killer of the week, controlled by a minor dirty cop and a complete OC who doesn't get much screentime at all. cool!

also hey listen. as soon as they start going "hmm... I don't know this is just too big for Flass... SOMEONE else must be helping him..." it's like. I don't know, man. do you think it's possibly the only new character introduced in the series who we know was just elected to a government position? do you think maybe that's who it could be?

also hey man speaking of which they just fucking. they just used Jean Paul as a random deranged serial killer and then the fucking Riddler managed to convince him to off himself. fucking. disrespectful. this feels like that episode of Arrow (sorry to cite Arrow in 2023, I know) when Helena's just like. an antagonist of the week for Oliver to fight. disrespectful!!!!

"Makenzie I thought you didn't even like Jean Paul why does it matter" I'M COMING AROUND ON HIM

overall the plot just feels way more hectic and unpolished than Unburied and it's Unfortunate!

also hey do you remember at the end of Unburied where Bruce just casually blows the lid open on Eddie being afraid that he's like. devolving and actively losing his grip on his own brain and it's like extra bad and scary because he has no idea whether it really means anything when he passes psych evals, etc? really cool how we never really brought that up again

where was Ace :( :( :( my good boy :( :( :(

#secrets in the dark #batman unburied

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hehe-hoho-ohno · 1 year

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What if the Muppet guys... were Muppeteers? 🤔

Dialogue taken from the Who's On First skit.

Archeops is a live-hand puppet. Emmet operates the head and right hand, while Ingo controls the left hand. Normally it's the right hand that is controlled by a different puppeteer but Emmet is left-handed so they are doing it this way round.

Archeops is a himbo type character. He is gullible, eager to help and frequently comedically misunderstands what other characters want from him.

Emolga is a Fozzie bear-esqe character who tells bad puns. She often has grand plans that are poorly thought out and never work. She is frequently paired up with Archeops in B plots, where she fails her way through her latest idea while Archeops helpfully makes things worse.

Emolga is a rod puppet. There have been two versions of the Emolga puppet made. The second version has movable eyelids and is generally better quality. The old one still occasionally appears in skits as her slightly lopsided twin sister.

Elesa voices both of them, but Skyla or one of the twins has to puppet the "ugly twin" whenever both are in the same shot.

This has led to many jokes and light-hearted arguments as to whether Ingo or Emmet is the ugly twin. ("Ingo must be the ugly twin. He does not blink."/"Still salty about losing the staring contest, I see.") Skyla takes over just so they will stop.

Skyla mostly works backstage, running the lights. She occasionally helps out in other ways, but mostly she does the lights.

Skyla does have some characters, most notably Swanna, whose reoccurring gag is that she looks elegant and sophisticated but then she does something stupid like eating a tire to the tune of Flight Of The Bumblebee.

Elesa still does model work alongside puppeting. This comes as a suprise to her model fans and vice versa.

However, Elesa has started to lean more towards puppeteering as she gets older. She started out just popping into the workshop during her free time to lend her friends a hand, but these days it's her main job, with modeling becoming more of a side gig.

Ingo and Emmet are more behind the scenes guys than performers. They make the puppets. They really like anamatronics, but the show normally doesn't have the budget for that.

Emmet keeps building Joltik puppets. Everyone keeps telling him to please stop because they already have more than enough. But they are small, cheap, easy to make, and most importantly Emmet finds them delightful. So he keeps making more. He likes to hide them around the set.

The joltiks' appearance has changed over the years as Emmet has gotten better at making puppets. The earliest versions were just pom-poms with googly eyes stuck on.

The twins have gotten more involved with performing as time goes by. Ingo is more camera shy than Emmet is, and he usually sticks to "left handing" for Emmet.

Ingo also plays similar support roles for other performers. He puppets Chandlure, while Shauntal (script writer) voices her. He is the right claw of Clay's Excadrill. He also helps with Drayden's dragon puppets, many of which are huge and require 2 or more people to operate.

Haxorus was initially Drayden's character. But after an injury he was unable to operate Haxorus (a full-body walk around suit). The initial plan was for Ingo to wear the suit and have Drayden dub him in post. However, everyone thought Ingo did such a good job (including Drayden) that they kept his voice lines in and had Ingo keep playing Haxorus even after Drayden got better.

Part of the reason Drayden was okay with this is becuse Haxorus was too similar to his other characters and didn't really stand out: a serious and sarcastic 'straight man' for the other characters to bounce off of, generally fed-up with the rest of the cast's nonsense. Ingo brought some much needed bombasity to the role. Now Haxorus comedicly overreacts to being bothered by the other characters, often in violent ways that result in an earthquake (camera shakes and performers toss their puppets up in the air, higgledy-piggledy).

The other reason was that Drayden liked seeing his nephew being more confident on camera.

Ingo does not get a mic. He shouts through the suit. He's just that powerful. Also he broke the last one.

Ingo also voices and puppets Gliscor. Gliscor was a henchman to a minor antagonist, but he wasn't very good at it - cheering on the heros that came to stop him (he didn't want to be rude). Gliscor was a break out character - becoming a reoccurring presence becuse the fans liked him.

Emmet controls Gliscor's right claw.

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #Elesa #Emolga #Archeops #my art #Muppeteers AU #Nimbassa Trio

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littlegeecko · 5 months

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Thoughts on Carl x Flynn?

EEEEEHHEHFOEAOEODJFDJABSODNJEHBEHJ!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUMPS UP AN DOWN AT MAXIMUM VELOCITY sorry anyways

This is gonna be a long one so buckle up! some spoilers for METAPHOR, BENEFITS, Jenna's good ending and parts of Flynn's route

You already kno thats my shit fr fr lmao

But if i had to go in depth about em, i would point out many things, such as the way that both pretty much sway with each other effortlessly, their interactions feel natural and nice, and granted, theres no hanging tension on them compared to Flynn and everyone else in this fucking group.I think thats moreso a side effect to Carl being so chill tho, you just...vibe with him.

I think first and foremost they're good friends, and that's what they really need in a fucked up place such as Echo, people they can trust and be with without much conflict and be themselves, hell, Flynn states multiple times that Carl is the one thing keeping him sane in this town and giving him a reason to keep going on about his life there, and i dont doubt Carl feels the same by the way he reacts to Flynn possibly leaving (and he even steps up and says he'll go back to Pueblo after they escape Echo, promising to bring Flynn with him. So its not about "Stay here with me" like someone, it's "Anywhere as long you're there")

I can totally understand how people can see their relationship as platonic considering Flynn shows mannerisms with Carl that he shared with Sydney when young, and the fact it's implied Flynn and Syd viewed each other as brothers, but i think that's just how Flynn is; a protector, making sure the people he cares about are alright to the best of his abilities regardless of how fucked up the situation might be, keeping his head high and levered so the others can hang on to him- with some exceptions, of course.

Do I think they make a good couple? i believe yes!

Their presonalities could seem clashing for some but they make it work very well, and they attend each other's weaknesses, such as Flynn helping Carl on his anxiety an depression to the best of his abilities, and Carl allowing Flynn to open up about what's on his mind and being there for him when he needs him the most, and defending him given the chance, no strings attached. Those are their sore spots as characters, and they just make it work without it seeming toxic or one-sided, at least for me

They already have good chemistry as friends, and theres a growing feeling there if you pay attention to the small little things on almost each route when it comes to them, blink and u miss it type stuff, until u get to Flynn's route and its straight up longing for each other: Carl shows jealousy for Flynn talking about Chase and what transpired between em, but he doesn't intervene (Perhaps his own low self-steem?) because he still cares for Flynn's happiness. And Flynn on the other hand is looking for a meaningful emotional relationship, and literally all the interactions he has with both Chase and Leo are turbulent and bring in a new layer of issues to the friend group, this doesn't happen with Carl, he even says he's happy to have this loser around- wishes he could sit beside him in Leo's van- and even indirectly asks him about his feelings about him ("If this wasn't real...is there anything you want to tell to not-real me?")

LIKE YOU TWO ARE SO DOWN FOR EACH OTHER IT MAKES YOU BOTH LOOK STUPID!!! and the part where they talk in Flynn's room??? JENNA'S REACTION? CARL'S REACTION??!??!?! you won't see me shutting up about it. The fact characters keep interrupting them on those moments is just so telling

and man if i had to go in depth about Flynn's route when it comes to Carl uguhhhhhhuhuuhufhdsjfsj rips my hair out

But yea, i love them as a couple, they bounce off each other and vibe together so well, and i think they can both help each other become the best versions of themselves once they leave Echo, together. Thats why i like Jenna's Good ending so much, at least there, theres a promise of them actually getting to that point in their relationship, and living together comfortably (like the waffle house scene....im obsessed, ill never be the same...)

Extra notes!

The fact Flynn fell for Carl despite him not fitting the type of guys he likes to bang just tells me he's genuinely interested in him for his feelings, personality and the way Carl treats him

AND I MIGHT JUST BE INSANEEEE BUT AFTER WATCHING METAPHOR? FLYNN GIFTING CARL A LIGHTER THAT WORKS JUST FINE ITS LIKEEEEEEE HMMMMM EEEEHEHEHEHHE YOU KNOWWWW

Carl caring MORE about Flynn leaving than him possibly having something with Chase because he feels thats how he could genuinely loose him guughhhhhgugh

AND THE WAY FLYNN IS THE ONE COMFORTING HIM IN THE JENNA ROUTE AND CARL HUGS HIM TIGHTER WHEN THEY JOKE ABOUT THEM GETTING MARRIED LIKE ??????EEEEHEHEHEH

I wish they kissed at least once womp

#ask #carl hendricks #flynn moore #echo vn #echovn

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 5 months

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Friendly Encouragement

A/N @darklydeliciousdesires thank you for introducing me to this man. So writing this took like six turns, and it's now become a multi-part childhood best friends-to-lover anthology; this is part one. My confidence is still pretty trash, especially because this is a new fandom/character so I'm not all that happy with this even with the seven rewrites.

Contains: Fluff, supportive Sean, childhood best friends to lover, mild smut.

1.7 K words

After getting some help from Sean, there ends up being some revelations.

The daylight was well and truly gone, and Sean had been pouring over your rejected grant proposal for hours, trying to figure out why it hadn't made the cut.

He lifted his head off his hand, looked away from the paper and shook himself awake before throwing the folder onto the ground and turning to you with his jaw clenched. "I don't get it, love, it's flawless."

You shrugged. "It's also apparently too client focused. Too much about helping people and not enough about the bottom line."

He rolled his eyes, clearly ready to rant about what the heads of charities really got up to, before he stopped himself. "You're going to go back in there tomorrow and demand he reconsider."

You looked at him for a moment, hoping you'd heard him right. "Yeah, that's not going to happen, I don't even know where to start. I'd go to the CEO, but she's travelling, and he'll get ahead of it before I even try."

He was off the couch like a rocket, marching over to you with a determined look set on his face. "Then we'll practice."

He wrapped his strong hand around your upper arm and dragged you to his home office, letting you go a few feet from his desk before sitting down. "Pretend I'm this finance arsehole, we'll work through it together."

You wanted to protest, to tell him he was being silly, but the look on his face told you that you wouldn't be leaving the room until you did what he asked.

You sighed and threw your hands up. "Fine, but I don't see how this is going to help. I am capable of getting things done, it's just him."

He almost looked offended. "I know that, I've known that since you called Mr Bollen a pompous baboon in the fourth grade."

He paused and smiled softly, that disarming smile you had seen him use so many times before. "Think of me as an empty space, I'm not going to do anything other than sit here so you can bounce your ideas around."

You huffed. "Fine."

You left the room and closed the door, taking a deep breath before knocking twice. "Come in."

You walked in, head held high and back straight like you did that morning, and met Sean's eye, his serious look preventing you from laughing. "Mr. Campbell, I think you should reconsider my grant. The numbers page on page six made it clear that it's doable and…"

Your thoughts left you, and you flopped down onto one of the office chairs. "This isn't going to work."

Sean wasn't put off and reached across the table to grab your hand. "He's not the first pig you've had to deal with, he won't be the last. Now what's tripping you up?"

Sean had a knack for getting information out of people, so there was no point in lying, you just had to say it carefully so no one ended up dead.

It wasn't really that hard to relent with the way he was looking at you, his face neutral but his eyes full of twinkling affection that almost looked more than friendly, it made your heart flutter. "I'm pretty sure I lost the grant because I refused to go to the luncheon. I didn't think the money that could be going to the program should be spent on drinks."

You saw the fleeting glimmer of anger in his sea blue eyes, but it was gone in a flash, and you continued. "This isn't the sixties. He gave the grant to one of his drinking buddies, and it's not going to help anyone, and I can't do this because if I'm alone in a room with that prick, I'm going to hit him."

Sean chuckled and patted your hand lovingly. "Ah, love, you might not want to hear this, but you need to sink to his level." Your eyes went wide, and you stuttered about being unable to do that, but he cut you off. "I'm not talking about blackmail, just let him know that all it would take for him to lose his job is an off hand comment in the lift while the CEO is there."

You sighed, he was right, as always. He took in your look of resignation with a smile and waved his hand. "Well then, up you get. Once we can get through this without that bleeding heart of yours balking, I'll order in from your favourite restaurant."

You raised your eyebrows and shook your head. "Bribery, Sean, really?"

He still hadn't let so of your hand, and his thumb rubbed your skin affectionately. "Only the best for my favourite girl."

****

You were still riding the high of how well it all went when you showed up at Sean's. There was no point in knocking; the Wallace house was your second home, and you practically lived there. You waved to Mrs Wallace as you walked by the kitchen, and she gestured towards Sean's room to let you know where he was.

You rapped on the door, and his voice floated through the wood. "Come in." He grinned when he laid eyes on you and popped up from his small desk to greet you. "You're smiling, so it went well. Tell me everything."

It all came out in an excited flurry, going between telling him what had happened and explaining how the head of finance had squirmed like a coward the more you spoke. Sean's grin only grew until he was close to laughing, accepting your thanks graciously as you wrapped your arms around him.

He could feel your excitement as you spoke and he couldn't find it in himself to let you go as you finally slowed down and it became his turn to speak. "I'm very proud of you y/n." He paused, wondering if the tone of the hug was really changing or if he was just imagining it, but he took his chance anyway. "And it is I that should be thanking you, the way you have handled the last year has been admirable."

He didn't know how to put the rest of his thoughts into words, that you were all he thought of when he was away, that despite being back at the top, he felt achingly lonely when you weren't around, that he's loved you since he was sixteen. He tightened his arms around you and buried his nose in your hair. "I love you."

It wasn't a strange thing for him to say; you said it to each other all the time; it was the way he said it that gave you pause, but you replied nevertheless. "I love you too Sean."

"Not like that." He pulled away from the embrace, but only enough to place his hand on your cheek. "I've loved you since you showed up on my doorstep in that bubble gum pink dress the night of that stupid year ten dance."

It felt like a dream, the way he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears as he gazed at you like you were the most precious thing on earth. "Your mother bought me that dress. It was hideous."

The distance between you got smaller as you both leaned in, and he whispered against your lips. "I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen." His nose brushed yours, and his other hand left your back so he could hold your face in his hands as you moved yours to his shoulders. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

When his lips found yours, it was like you had the last breath on earth between your lips. Your hands wove into his hair, and you moved in step towards his bed, finally stopping when the backs of your knees hit the edge. You pulled away from each other breathless, his hands moving to your shirt as you spoke. "I knew before you."

He chuckled as he pecked your cheek, his beard brushing your skin as he made his way to your neck. "Is that so?"

"It is." You broke contact only long enough for him to pull your shirt over your head, his polo following as you took in the sight of his bare chest. He was all lean muscle wrapped in pale, freckled skin.

He licked his lips as his eyes raked over your bare skin, then his lips were down your neck to your chest as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. "When?"

It was hard to reply with his plump lips sealing around your nipple, but he looked at you through his red eyelashes in a way that let you know that silence wasn't an option. "Two weeks before the dance when that Harrison freak ruined my science project after I turned him down and you punched him."

He smiled against your skin before nipping you, the bite of his teeth sending a shiver up your spine. His lips found yours again as your hands moved to his belt, your fingers played with the buckle for a moment, but it was your turn to smile as you moved your hand down to palm his rapidly hardening cock through his black trousers.

It seemed to be tit for tat with him because he slid his hand down from your rib cage to use his long and dexterous fingers to pop open your pants, dispensing with any teasing so he could graze his fingertips over your bare flesh. Your breath caught in your chest as he slid his fingers through your slit, stopping for a moment to rub your clit before they continued with their nonsense patterns.

He parted from you briefly, his face flushed with lust as you managed to get his pants off and pushed them down enough to get your hand on his cock. He gathered himself enough to look at you like he wanted to swallow you whole and kissed his way to your ear to speak. "We have some catching up to do." With that, his hand left your pants, and he brought his fingers up to his lips to lick you off of them.

The sight was enough to make your knees buckle. "Yes, we do."

His lips were restless as you moved onto the bed to lie on your back, and then he was ripping your bottoms off, underpants and all, before shedding his own. "You're not leaving this bed until midday tomorrow."

His fingers were back on your centre, and the look in his eyes was positively heartstopping, a mix of lust and love that made it feel like your skin was on fire. "That's fine with me."

Fin

@daydreaming-belle

#sean wallace #sean wallace/reader #gangs of london fanfiction #sean wallace fanfiction #sean wallace smut #sean wallace x reader #gangs of london #joe cole #sean wallace/you #sean wallace fanfic #sean wallace fic #gangs of london fanfic #gangs of london fic #sean wallace x you

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dolphindive85 · 3 months

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Jackass fanfiction- 'We Need a Girl'

Jackass fanfiction I've been working on, about a girl joining the Jackass cast! Eventual Johnny Knoxville/ Original character :)

Agreeing to do something incredibly stupid because a handsome guy had smiled at her and made her feel all woozy inside did seem exactly like something she should be resolving to avoid. But here she was, skateboard in hand, helmet on head. Some gear, zero idea. With what she hoped was a valiant attempt at confidence, she approached the drop in. It had a steep downhill, followed by a loop that would either deposit her into the lake, or onto a hastily placed foam mat. She considered there was also probably a third option- the ground, and winced.

This had started, like all the worst ideas, with a night in a bar. Hannah had been singing at a poorly attended open mic which, after 11pm, became a very well attended LA drinking session.

“Are you sure about this dude?” called Steveo’s voice from below, snapping her out of her revery.

“Sure she's sure! Look at her. She’s wearing kneepads!” replied Pontius cheerily, with a wave. Hannah wished that she felt that at ease, and took a deep breath. “Yep I’m… I’m up here!” she said, and then mental cursed herself- “I’m up here”, what the fuck? That was not as breezy as she had planned.

Hannah knew Steveo- they’d met at some parties, and he’d told her he’d be there with some friends. Feeling despondent after another seemingly pointless acoustic set to no one, Hannah had convinced some friends to come down and drink, promising them her most fun friend, Steveo, would be there too.

Steveo had arrived with an energy that was frenetic even for him, essentially bouncing off the walls, throwing himself at bouncers, dudes, barstools, basically anything that he could attempt to knock over or piss off. His friends watched and laughed, occasionally joining in but mostly drinking beers and turning round every now and then to laugh at their friend’s antics.

For Hannah, this was the perfect distraction, as she had predicted. As she steadily drank more, she let Steveo pull her into his mayhem. Playfully shoving him and bouncing off him around the bar, slamming into walls, and the floor, with increasing force, laughing manically. Intent on creating their own makeshift moshpit to the DJ’s mellow pop tunes, she pushed off Steveo and abruptly crashed into a tall man, her arm flinging out and knocking his beer sideways out of his hands.

“Woah there doll, careful!” he said, steadying her on her feet as she laughed, out of breath. She felt his hand gently touch her back, catching her from falling. She felt shy suddenly, and held up her hands with a smile to apologise. She couldn’t get a sense straight away of if he was game to join her and Steveo’s mischief, or wanted nothing to do with it. He cocked his head and smiled “Is our friend Steveo playing too rough with you ma’am? We need to have a word with him about his manners?” he asked conspiratorially. Hannah giggled, pleasantly surprised. “No I like it” she laughed, tucking her hair behind her ears. Just then, Steveo swooped in, as if to prove her point, lifted her into the air, and aimed her at the sofa tucked into the wall of the bar. Hannah hit the sofa gasping to gulp air and crying with laughter, and bounced straight back to shove into the growing wall of bodies that Steveo had enlisted in his half mosh, half vengeful-recently-shoved-dude pit.

At the top of the ramp, Hannah groaned slightly as she rolled her shoulders, still sore from the night before. This will be fun, she repeated to herself in her head. It will be fun and I will show them I’m not too pussy to do it. They know I can’t actually do it, that’s not the point. It will be fun.

She’d explained in the bar that she couldn’t skate well “Just some cruising and messing around, really.” she’d said to a nodding Chris Pontius. He looked, she’d thought, like if a greek nymph was a boy, or maybe like the boy version of a Sexy Baby. She’d emerged sweaty and exhilarated from the pushing, laughing appreciatively as Steveo swung from a light fitting, and found herself ordering a drink with Steveo’s friends. The tall man she’d bumped into earlier was there, and she let her eyes flick to him every now and then, taking in his broad shoulders and handsome face. “You skate?” cut in a younger boy with dark hair and a striped shirt. “You ever been on TV?” he asked her, smirking a little. “What?” Hannah replied, a little too disorientated in the loud room to understand what he was getting at. “Bam!” one of the guys shouted “you offering TV spots to girls as a way of flirting is lame man! It’s done!”

“I’m not!!” he said defensively, and turned to get the attention of the tall man who was sipping his beer. “Knoxville, I’m telling you, we need a girl. We should have a chick in there, it’ll be funny. And it could be hot! And she can introduce segments and shit, make it seem less fucking gay man.” Fifth drink in hand, Hannah was struggling a to keep up with this, and she screwed up her face a little at the end. “I actually think you should make it more gay, whatever it is.” she said, sipping from her straw and beginning to lose interest. Her eyes flickered, looking for where the fun had got to, and wondering how to get back to it.

“Now that I agree with.” It was the tall man she’d bumped into- what had his friend called him? Knoxville? She looked up at him, still drinking from her straw, and smiled. “Oh yeah?” she said, unable to keep her grin from growing, and thinking vaguely about if she should be covering her admittedly goofy smile. “So you don't want a girl in it huh?” she paused “what actually is it, anyway? Your gay thing you’re doing?” He laughed. It was a big, silly laugh. A little high and almost a whoop. She really, really liked it.

“We’re making a show, sweetheart. It’s real dumb. Stunts mostly. Guys falling off stuff, guys getting hit in the balls, all that stuff.”

“Oh cool, I like that. I like dumb stuff. I’d like to see it.” She smiled. Their eyes met and she felt her heart flutter. She tucked her hair behind her ears with one hand and looked down at her drink.

“You should come tomorrow,” Bam cut in, “you got a board?”

She looked at him, unsure. “I am not good. I’m not being modest, I’m actually not good. I just do it for fun and to be silly. I won’t be able to do tricks and stuff.”

“That’s fine, I’ve seen you literally throw yourself across this bar all night. I think you can do what we need.”

“What, fall on my ass?”

“Yeah” he grinned “pretty much.”

Hannah looked back at the tall guy who made her feel so nervous and girly. He was considering her, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Fuck it,” he said. “Come tomorrow sweetheart, we’re meeting down at the beachfront at noon. You don’t have to do nothing but no reason you shouldn’t come see us bein’ idiots.”

Maybe it was very regressive of her but she liked it a lot that he called her sweetheart. She’d always been a sucker for nicknames and terms of endearment. She had the distant concern that the weak knee-d sensation this guy gave her was going to lead to some very stupid choices and very simpering behaviour, and gave her head a small shake to try and snap out of it.

“OK! Yeah OK I’ll come. I can do stupid stuff, or just watch it happen, if not.”

And then she’d drank more and danced more and altogether had the silly night she’d hoped for. She’d let the forest nymph guy, Chris, hold her upside down and try to drink a shot. Dancing with her friends, she’d caught eyes again with Knoxville- ‘Johnny’ he’d said his name was, and waved, her stomach flipping a little when he grinned and winked. She’d blearily asked Steveo about the next day, and if it was a good idea, and he’d responded with a characteristic “Yeah dude! Look they probably just want a hot chick on set but come down man! It’ll be gnarly!”

When she woke up at 11am the next day with a scrawled note of the address in her pocket, she’d text Steveo to confirm it was real, swallowed her nerves and doubts, and headed out. Catching her reflection on the way she heard an echo of Steveo suggesting they wanted a ‘hot chick’ and suspected they would be disappointed when she arrived with armpit hair, a sports bra, and several very green bruises on her exposed elbows and knees.

When she arrived, the stunt was set up. A man in a chicken suit was attempting it, and made it look, she suspected, a lot easier than it was. She watched as Bam took to the ramp, and hit the ground pretty hard. It looked rough.

“Are you OK dude?” she asked him, as he took off his skate pads.

“I’m fine,” he answered, “but when are you getting up there? Don’t be a pussy!”

Rankled by the comment, and then annoyed that it was so easy to wind her up, Hannah looked at the crew, who didn’t look convinced.

“Do you guys want me to do it?” she asked doubtfully. Hannah was a lot of things, but primarily she was someone who didn’t take being called a pussy lightly.

Jeff, the director, looked thoughtful. “I don’t know.” he said. “I do see what Bam’s saying guys, it could diversify the appeal if we have a girl in it… but you said you can’t really skate, right?

“I don’t think it’ll appeal to a diverse audience to see a girl get smoked” Johnny cut in. “No offence ma’am and it’s a pleasure to have you, but none of us want to see a young lady hurt herself.” He smiled graciously and Hannah felt that fuzzy feeling inside, alongside a twinge of outrage- get smoked?! She might not be a pro, but she could drop in on a ramp, thanks very much.

“Nah dude, I think it’ll be really funny” said Steveo. “You saw last night man, she’s bouncy! It’ll be fine. I think you should totally do it dude. And I think you should wear a bikini and say God bless America man that’s what people wanna see!” he finished enthusiastically. Several of the guys were nodding, clearly convinced by his pitch.

“I say let her try it,” said Pontius seriously. “I think the optics of Bunny the lifeguard saving her would play well on camera.”

The group turned to look at Jeff and Johnny. It was clear to Hannah that ultimately these guys were the decision makers. She hesitated, then spoke: “I mean there’s no pressure for it to go in the show you’re making or whatever, but I kind of want to try it. I mean it looks crazy but I think it’ll be funny. And I like swimming I think it’d be fun to end up in the lake.”

And that was how Hannah found herself at the top of the ramp, holding the board she cruised around LA on.

With a shudder, and a shrug designed to convey to herself that ultimately, it is what is and que sera, she dropped in.

Everything afterwards happened very fast. It was very difficult to keep any sense of where her body actually was in space or time, and in a blur she was flung from the top of the ramp. Hannah felt her feet abandon the board, and abruptly felt the impact of the ground.

It was quiet, and a strangled “aaag,” was all she managed to produce.

Lying on the ground, she opened her eyes and looked up into the concerned face of Johnny Knoxville. Thinking hard about his hazel eyes and the warmth coming from his shirtless torso, and not so much about anything else, she heard herself ask “Did I do it?” with a hopefulness that suggested she was more glass half full than she had previously realised.

“Did she do it!” she heard laughter as Dave repeated her question. “She’s lying three feet away from the jump asking ‘did I do it?’” He looked around to share his laughter but someone else replied “Dude that might be bad did she hit her head hard? Where was the mat man?”

“Well we had it but she landed so far away from the actual ramp it was no fucking good!”

Potentially that was a no, then.

She looked up again, into Johnny’s face as he crouched over her.

“You feeling OK sweetheart?” he asked softly.

“Yeah. Yeah I think so. I’m not sure what happened exactly?”

“What happened exactly,” Bam cut in, “is you went fucking flying man. You fucking leaped off that thing.” He sniggered.

Ignoring him, Johnny didn’t look away from Hannah, and spoke gently as he explained.

“Yeah you took a bit of a tumble, basically flipped in the air. It was pretty impressive really. But does it hurt? Can you wriggle your fingers and toes for me?”

Jeff arrived as Hannah tentatively gave her digits a wiggle, and winced as she started to sit up. “Oh hey no don’t sit up!” called out Jeff, who’d appeared from behind the camera. “We gotta check you over man. Great footage. Looked so great. You flew like a rag doll. But potentially only funny if you're not scrambled now.” Jeff signalled for the medic to approach, and promptly Johnny was firmly moved aside by a business like doctor who shone a light in Hannah’s eyes and asked her if her head hurt.

Gingerly, she stood up. Looking at where she fell, and back at the ramp, she frowned. “I might try that again, actually, I think this time-“

“No fucking way dude” Steveo cut across her. “You’re lucky you’re not totally screwed, honestly. You must, like, fall well cause from where I stood it looked like you were gonna snap all your bones.”

Hannah processed this. “Oh. So it didn’t look very cool? Did it look bad? I think it would be good to maybe try again, do it a bit better.” Her frown deepened “Jeff? Jeff Can I try again? I can do it I think. Like, better at least, I think I could aim for the mat.” Jeff looked at Johnny. He looked torn. “I don't know, Jeff I don't know if it’s funny girls getting hurt. That was good, but if you break something I don’t think that reads so funny…” he spoke quietly, more serious than usual. Jeff considered this. “You’re OK?” he aimed his question partly at Hannah, and partly at the still hovering medic. “Yeah I’m cool I’m fine. I maybe have a bruise-“

“You definitely have a bruise, you also are lucky you didn't break anything” interjected the medic.

Jeff nodded. “You can go one more time. Make it funny- it’s funny, it makes it.”

As she turned, Hannah felt a hand softly take hold of her arm. “Hey,” said Johnny “just… just really really aim for mat this time.” Hannah nodded, feeling a little stupid, and a little excited. But then wasn’t that the point of this whole thing?

Back at the top, she drew in a deep breath, shut her eyes, and dropped in.

“Don’t close your FUCKING EYES!” she heard screamed below as she once again flew down the ramp, her stomach dropping a thousand helms deep.

“NOW NOW NOW!” shouted the team at the base, and Hannah hit the mat at the bottom, her arms splaying. Vaguely, she heard the wheels continue to spin, and somehow had the wherewithal to roll out of the way just as board crashed down to join her on the mat, narrowly avoiding it cracking onto her ribs. On the floor again, panting with relief, she looked up at the blue sky feeling completely high on adrenaline and stupidity. What a feeling, she thought. Her sky view was blocked as a concerned face one again loomed over her. It was Johnny, who had a strange expression on his face. “Hannah? You OK? You feeling OK? We got you.” He spoke urgently, hands hovering, but not touching her. “I’m good, I’m good” she wheezed, propping herself up and feeling a grin take over her face. She suddenly felt completely invincible. She had a vague feeling that maybe that feeling came right before death, but she was too loopy with excitement to care. “WOOOOOOO!” she hollered, tipping her head to the sky. Turning her face to the camera that had followed her to the floor, she beamed and shouted “That was so fucking awesome man!” before lying back down, laughing.

Looking like he’d finally decided he was allowed to smile, Johnny’s face also broke into a grin, and he laughed with her, throwing his head back and hooting. “Fuck yeah guys! The ramp might break you, or it might just make you!” He thrust out a hand to pull her up, and she took it, staggering a little as she got to her feet. “That looked pretty hilarious I gotta say. Did you have a plan up there?”

“Erm, not really. I guess I really wanted to land on the mat” Hannah replied earnestly.

“That’s the Jackass spirit right there,” he grinned. “Close your eyes and hope you hit something soft.” He looked round, laughing, and swung his arm around Hannah as he led her over to where the other guys sat laughing on the floor. He leant in, unclipping her helmet, and briefly Hannah felt his warm breath on her face, and how his large hands brushed her face as they reached for the buckle. She drew a sharp breathe, and broke the spell. Johnny seemed to remember himself, and moved back quickly. “There you go ma’am.” He said, ushering her to sit down. Hannah sat down next to a guffawing Steveo and Dave, her stomach flipping with an adrenaline that had nothing to do with skateboarding.

#johnny knoxville #jackass #steve o #jackass fanfiction #jackass imagine

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severidescigar · 2 years

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The Right Person At The Wrong Time - Introduction

Fandom: One Chicago

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Valentina Pierce (OC)

Disclaimer: This story follows most Chicago Fire storylines with my personal twist added to them. The only character belonging to me is OC Valentina Pierce.

A/N: This story will put some very beloved characters into a slightly bad light so I hope you will still enjoy it for the sake of the storyline 🤗

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Having a rough upbringing life has given Valentina many lessons and one of them was, you can't escape your past...but she obviously didn't listen. After graduating paramedic academy and finally landing a job, she thought she finally had gotten out of the struggling state to make ends meet in which she has been trapped for most of her life...and she did for around 6 years, more or less.

After being a floater for a few months she was finally posted at Firehouse 51, she had a great partner, she was building lifetime long friendships and her relationship with her boyfriend was nothing short out of a telenovela. But oh man...she never loved anyone else the way she loved him and quite frankly he was the only man she ever fell in love with.

But disaster and chaos struck her life inevitably...growing up she and her little sister were raised by her older brother, who became overnight their legal guardian after their mother checked out on them. Long story short, her big brother got involved in some sketchy stuff in order to put food on the table and put them through school. Now many years later, after all of them successfully left that kind of life behind, they were forced to leave Chicago for their own safety.

And it was the toughest decision Valentina had to make in her entire life. That mixed with pain and irrational thinking, she decided to cut everyone off so she could move on without spiraling down into a complete wreck. Her departure has left behind a lot of unanswered questions and hurt people...and she knew that. Why? Because she never found peace in the new city that was supposed to be her new home. Chicago was home. And after "hiding" for a few years she knew she had to come back...only a whole lot of things were to change.

Sitting across the table from the man that first believed in her professional skills and gave her first stable job her foot was unconsciously bouncing up and down. "I'm really glad to have you back here...and I'm sure everybody else will be just as happy to see you again." "I have to thank you Chief...for basically keeping my seat warm all this time." Sharing a laugh his eyes drifted behind her, as another person was making his towards the office.

Valentina knew who it was before she ever turned around. It was the reason why she didn't go straight to the locker room and instead came into the Chief's office.

"Chief you wanted to see me?" A very familiar voice echoed through the room making Valentina get up from her seat and turn around to come face to face with him.

"Oh you have to be kidding me..." He spoke the moment he realized who was standing right in front of him.

"Severide...Valentina will be taking back her seat on Ambo. Now...I brought you in here because I need to hear from both of you that you can work together from now on...and whatever has happened in the past won't become a present issue in my firehouse." Chief Boden spoke hoping the Ambo saga will finally be over, as he has had a tough time with floaters recently.

"It's fine by me Chief." She quickly answered as she started to feel the tension already building up. "Same with me." The Lieutenant mumbled, still trying to piece together what had just happened.

"Good, you're dismissed!"

Leaving the office and walking together towards the common area, there was nothing but unpleasant silence among the two former lovers...until Valentina stepped in front of Kelly making him stop abruptly.

"I know a lot of things have happend while I've been gone and I know you're married now...but I swear I didn't come back to raise any havoc." In her mind, the sooner they got out the weird, uncomfortable conversations, the better...but she could've waited at least a bit longer.

"Not raise any havoc? Really? That doesn't sound like you..." And with that, he continued walking, leaving her just standing in the middle of the hallway.

#kelly severide #chicago fire #stella kidd #stellaride #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide fan fiction

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herroyalbubbliness · 2 years

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P-Valley

I miss the valley already...

Video Credit: IG @pvalleystarz

Autumn was looking at Andre and his wife like she was about to kill someone with the lyrics.

Andre and his wife have both been wearing masks long before the pandemic. Andre was selling a lie, a fantasy he thought she wanted and she wanted to believe it instead of unveiling the man behind. Why did Andre wait all these years before being honest about his reasons for marrying his wife?

I loved the scene with Lil Murda in the fragmented glass and removing his gold teeth. It was an unveiling of his mask. We see the different men that make up Lil' Murda, the scared, the fearless, the famous, the one looking for validation and more. And he can choose which one to present at any given time.

And the variations of his memories flashing through his mind from his pride when he came to the Pynk to the first time he heard his song being played there and his entire journey to where he was now performing in the Pynk.

I remember when Keyshawn was helping him with overcoming his stage fright and told him to try performing nude and he was uncomfortable initially in season 1 episode 7.

"The same way you strip yourself naked on that track, you gotta strip yourself naked on the stage. See the crowd, that's who you are rapping to — now tell em' what you got to say."

But now, look who was performing shirtless and could look into the eyes of his audience saying the lyrics with confidence, no beat in the background. I love that scene because it really shows how he has evolved from the insecure rapper who wanted his beats to be good enough and now that they're slapping, he could just let the lyrics sink in even though that was also a testament of what he did and a threat to whom it may concern (Maine) in the audience.

And the whole scene came full circle with a collabo of the Mercedes Experience (the last show) and Lil' Murda when you remember their initial meeting of her disapproval to his bars to their reflection last episode and bringing that collaboration to life. They sure is fire!

The moment the beat dropped and Mercedes jumped down the pole straight to sitting and bouncing on the floor, damn!

I loved The Mayor Bishop Woodbine reveal. The way the scenes were edited, the montages from the performance at the club to Mayor Woodbine in some serious prayer sessions to Andre Watkins recieving a call from Wayne Kyle saying congratulations making it seem Andre won until we hear the reporter asking if he has heard from the Mayor Elect.

When Mayor Bishop Woodbine was doing environment inspection of the mayor's office and fell off the chair I was dying laughing.

I also loved the reveal of the Corbin deal with the front page news of the waterfront property deal coming to fruition. Corbin sure brought the water to him literally after all, he followed Uncle Clifford's advice. Uncle Clifford I see what you did there boo!

Keyshawn and Lil Murda hugging with the sunset lighting up their beautiful black skin under the clear blue skies. They've been through so much together. I wish she could have made it out. There was no investigation whatsoever. What happened to due process? So neighbors report a noise and automatically it's the black mom that's the abuser? Sigh... Derrick's got to go!

Someone needed to call out Autumn on all her shit. While she didn't force anyone to catch a body, still it was like she completely absolved herself and blamed them. Talking about interest after all them bodies, okay just one body but still.

I understand she ain't trusting, and she has a lot of trauma she is working through. I got where she was coming from business wise in regards to selling the club but as Uncle Clifford said, they was family and Pynk was home. I wish they could have come to a compromise though because I care about her character. You know what they say, hurting people hurt others. And say what you will, she made and took practical steps to help Keyshawn

Mayor Bishop finally did one thing right, handing Terricka over to Mercedes. It was fitting to see Mercedes finally in her gym and her baby with Sam Cooke Bring it on home to me. It was a breath of fresh air. Freedom at last! Old dreams were fulfilled and birthed the opportunity to dream new dreams.

Uncle Clifford letting Mercedes go reminds me of this quote.

"A good mentor hopes you will move on. A great mentor knows you will."- Ted Lasso

Sadly, in this finale, some people got their dreams and some didn't.

#pvalley #p valley season 2 #p valley spoilers #p valley starz #lil murda

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Turning Red request: Ming or Jin comforting baby regressor! Mei

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I'm really not a huge fan of writing turning red, but I do have this oneshot I wrote for someone a bit ago! Hope it still makes you happy <33.

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Turning red

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Getting hurt, bit of blood mentions, scraping knees.

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The sun was shining brightly in the sky above. It was exciting. After several days of storming, it was finally a good time to go outside. With it being the weekend, Mei slepted in until noon. It was nice. When she finally woke up, fighting the urge to go back to sleep, she felt little. She had into recently discovered Age Regression. On top of that it had only been a few days since her parents knew. They were so accepting, excited even. Getting the chance to spend time with her younger self once more is exciting for the parents. They generally love and would support her through everything.

She jumped out of bed and giggled as she put her bunny slippers on. It was a nice warm day, but the flooring still felt cold. Spring always brought those ups and downs of cold and warm days. Mei grabbed her favorite dog stuffie before rushing off to her parents room to see if they were awake. Much to her excitement, they had been. As soon as Mei reached the bedroom door, she heard the call for lunch.

" Mei! Lunch! " her mom called from the kitchen.

The little beamed and began to make her wya to the kitchen. Her parents noticed instantly that their daughter is in little space, mostly because she walked in and dramatically placed the stuffie onto the table like she normally did when she ate meals while little. As soon as the plate was placed down, Mei began to carefully eat. She happily kicked her feet back and forth while she did so.

" So, is there anything you'd like to do? " her mom asked as she sat down to eat.

Mei looked up from her plate before a small pout crossed her features. She rubbed at her chin like an old man, only to giggle from her actions. It made her parents smile.

" Park! Pease, " she asked before eating more of her food. The pair smiled softly towards their daughter.

" The park it is, " her dad happily agreed.

" You have to get dressed first though, and definitely need a bath when we get back, " her mother warned her.

Lunch went by in a blur, at least for Mei. She was so excited she practically was bouncing in her seat. She left her dog stuffie in the kitchen when she had finished eating, then rushed straight to her room to get dressed. She struggled a little bit, but managed to do it after a few minutes. She just wore a cute red panda t-shirt with some loose shorts and tennis shoes. It was what was comfortable for her. While Mei wasn't comfortable enough to regress in public, she was still in between that age that people didn't really question it if she was playing in a park.

Once dressed the little bounced her way I to the kitchen to see her parents cleaning up breakfast. She couldn't wait to go to the park, but she knew she had to be good and patient. The second her parents had finished, Mei bolted to the front door. She bounced up and down, then happily took her dads hand when he arrived at the door. In Jin's hand was her stuffed dog, which he often ended up carrying for her. As much as she loves the plush, she often abandoned it all over the place when she got excited.

Soon enough Mei's mom joined them and they left the home. Ming carried a bag with her, that had all sorts of things Mei may need. She was a little over prepared, but it was like that sometimes. The small group walked to the park, since it wasn't too far there wasn't a point in driving. Mei ran ahead, but kept within the line of sight of her parents. She knew better than to run off without them. She giggled and often waved to people passing by. She even got to per a real dog.

When arriving at the park she ran off to go play. Her parents settled down on a bench and simply talked back and forth while watching her. Mei was happy and having a lot of fun. All until she decided she was big enough to do the monkey bars. She stood on the edge and carefully grabbed the first bar. The little managed to grab onto the third bar before her hands really began to hurt. As she reached out to the fourth, her hands slid and she fell. This hurt more than she could put into words. So, the sweet girl cried and tried her best to get up so she could go to her parents. She took a few steps before her feet slid across the gravel. Her knees hit the ground first as she fell. The pain became ten times worse when it did.

Jin and Ming had been talking when they heard the littles sobbing and cute hiccups. Ming was the first one up, rushing towards her baby girl in an insant. Her husband on the other hand slowly trailed behind in a calm manor. Soon this calm emotion didn't last long when he saw Mei's knees. They were all scraped up and blooded while her hands were red with irritation. He frowned and kneeled down, offering the plush to the little who gladly clung to it.

" It hurts! " Mei hiccuped towards her parents.

" I know sweetheart, but let me see okay? " Ming asked of her. Despite the pain, she nodded and moved so her mom could see her scraped up knees. She hugged her plush close to her face, hiding her face into it while her dad gave her gentle back rubs.

" I'm going to make them all better, okay little panda? " Ming asked of her daughter with a soft smile. She only got a small nod, much to her dismay.

Despite that, she got to work gently cleaning the wounds while Jin distracted Mei. They looked at the clouds above, guessing the shapes they were. This made Mei stop crying.

" I think that ones ice cream, " Jin told her with a content smile on his face.

" No! It's not silly daddy, " Mei giggled with a smile forming on her lips. She leaned against him and pouted as she tried to think what it looks like. " I tink it's plane, " she told him with a proud smile.

" You know what, I think you're right, " Jin chuckled.

" All done! " Ming announcement out of the blue.

The pair looked at her, then looked at Mei's knees. The little nodded but held her arms out to her mom. Within a second the older women scooped her up and hugged her close.

" Maybe we should head back home. We could watch a movie and have snacks, " Ming suggested. Mei and Jin nodded in agreement. So with their new plans settled, the family made their way home to spend the rest of the day together under a blanket fort.

#age regression #age regressor #agere blog #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #agere community #turning red

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i-less-olivia · 1 year

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Continuing the Blazing Saddles streak. I’m hyperfixating right now, so here I am, overthinking and overanalyzing an old comedy movie.

I love the upside-down exchange they have in the prison cell because, behind all the satire, slapstick and absurdity that defines Mel Brooks’ movies, the writers and actors still managed to paint a portrait of two characters who are believable as complex, tangible human beings, with issues, wants and needs.

The first few times I watched this scene I didn’t really take in its full impact, mostly because the serious topics it implies tend to remain shielded by the humour of the dialogue. Of course, the obviously significant racial themes are discussed, but there might also be other potential aspects hidden in the dialogue. The understanding of each other’s true nature, the beginnings of a close friendship, perhaps some past experiences resurfacing?

Let’s start, shall we? Keep in mind, most of this is just me trying to interpret their reactions, so it might be speculation on my part.

“Are we awake?“

Bart has taken his role as Sheriff seriously and is up to the task. He’s cautious, yet professional. If the city itself is a piece of work, who knows what the local prisoner might do.

“We’re not sure... are we... Black?“

Straight to the point, but, even when plastered, Jim is never unkind or disrespectful. Just from this simple exchange, you can perceive he’s different fron the rest of the morons of Rock Ridge. He’s the first (and probably only) white person in the movie who doesn’t use the n-word when talking to or about Bart. He’s not afraid, disgusted, outraged or offended. Just surprised, because he knows what the public opinion regarding people of colour was at the time (even though we later see he definitely doesn’t agree with it), and he never thought he’d see a black man become a Sheriff in such a backward place.

“Yes we are.“

A mere statement of fact. Such a simple line, yet so effective. Poor Bart’s probably used to any kind of reaction by this point, almost universally negative. His response is neutral enough, but his expression is dead serious. For a moment, gone is the goofy guy wearing the Gucci purse who was elated to become the town Sheriff, who took himself hostage and later complimented himself for it, who was singing “The Camp Town Ladies” until 30 seconds ago. He’s testing Jim, perhaps even daring him a little. He’s prepared for the worst. The lack of n-word from the prisoner is promising enough, but Bart knows, and so does Jim in that little pregnant pause, that this is a crucial moment for both of them.

"Then we're awake, but we're very puzzled"

And Jim passes the test. This is also a good time to go back and point out the obvious: while this exchange takes place, they've been bantering, in a prison, with one of them stuck upside down. A delightful first indication of how in sync their personalities and respective natures are. They're both chaotic creatures with a soft center, who found a kindred soul. Bart's wicked sense of humour bounces off Jim's quite naturally and with synergy, and they must notice and enjoy it as well.

"I think I better straighten myself out"

"Do you need any help?"

"... Oh... All I can get"

I'm such a sucker for the respect they show each other from here onward. The Sheriff knows the prisoner's situation is delicate and doesn't ask any questions, just helps straighten Jim out. Jim crowns the exchange with a grateful smile and genuinely thanks him. He also seems vaguely surprised at the notion of someone helping him, but I might be reading too much into it at this point. What's certain is that the slight tension that had been there before has now dissipated.

This moment was crucial for Bart to define the basis of their friendship, similarly to how their heart to heart after the chess match mattered to Jim. Those exchanges made them realize there was someone else who understood them and liked them for who they were, and who they could rely on in a world that could often be cruel.

It helps flesh them out as people and characters in a subtle, but very poignant way.

#they were besties from day one #imagine them laughing their ass off while inventing the candygram #blazing saddles #sheriff bart #the waco kid #mel brooks

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sporksaber · 1 year

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I hate when shows try to market to gen z, especially when it's with woke stuff or internet jokes. Because for one thing it dates it immidirntly, the jokes aren't going to be funny. And for another they always throw away the shows charming aspects to do it.

Clone high is a good example. I get that it's a pilot and it's a pitch and not a final product, but it doesn't have the charm of the original show at all. The 90s aspect was a huge draw and modernizing it felt forced. They leaned far too hard on the "they're cool bc they're uncool," trope. It's been done to death and isn't accurate either. Yes there's more room for non conventional people to be popular but there's reason for it. The new characters are just super annoying. And that joke lasting fir longer than 20 minutes is drop worthy.

The character bashing isn't done well. The focus on Abe was important to the original show and watching him fumble around isn't fun. He needs to have some redeeming qualities or he's just grating.

Jfk wouldn't have bothered me if the other characters didn't suck.

Joan getting along with people who share her interest is great. But those characters aren't funny or interesting. Her character is really bland without antics to straight man for.

It looked like they tried to make up for the lack of chaos with more gracious injury. It doesn't work.

Cleopatra is supposed to be conniving. Her being put in place by people she never would have reflected could be funny. But instead she spends the whole episode scoffing and being an idiot. She should of bounced back quicker. She should of been allowed to keep her bitchy character.

This wasn't supposed to be a clone high rant but that's what's happening now.

The lack of Gandhi throws off the cadence (? Not the pacing but the delivery beats of the story) completely. The original plan before the og show was cancelled was to make him the clone of a comedian. I wish they'd done that, maybe setting it up immediately by someone calling out their names as they're dethawed. But I get that there were issues fir the company. They should have dealt with his absence better though. The jokes drag where he could have been.

I wish writers wouldn't try to write this made up version of modern teenagers. It does not make for good tv. I have heard that the story was mostly network dictated and the writers didn't have much control, though I don't know how true that is. I'm impulse writing this I only watched the pilot once when it originally leaked.

I was originally excited about clone high season two, but it looks like it's just going to be like every other adult animated show. Which makes me sad.

Edit: sudworth is still the best part. The shadowy figure replacement sucked tho.

Edit 2: i love joanfk and hope they keep them together. Also, if we get a clone of Nikola tesla beating the shit out of some capitalists I will forgive all of the shows faults. All of them.

#clone high #im very freshly no longer a teen and remembering that whike writing this was jaring

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2af-afterdark · 2 years

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Caught Staring

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Simeon/Solomon

Characters: Simeon, Solomon, Diavolo, Lucifer, Asmodeus, Barbatos

Additional Tags: AU, strippers, flirting, no smut, mature themes

Summary: Simeon works at a strip club and can’t take his eyes off of one of the dancers.

A/N: A friend and I have a stripper AU, because of course we do… today, I share a bit of that AU with you. Ask me about it. It is a great AU by virtue of lack of clothing. lol

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Simeon refused to dance. That had been his number one rule since he started this job and, despite the nature of the establishment, his wish was respected. Instead of crawling on stage and getting far too intimate with a pole, he bounced around the floor and brought people their food and drinks so they could keep watching the show without interruption. Of course, he was allowed to change his mind whenever he wanted and indulge in a dance, but he didn't want to. He was more than content to remain a waiter, even if the tips weren't as good.

Even if, in some fit of madness, he wanted to dance on that stage, he knew he wouldn't be able to compete against the star dancer. Or, well, he was the star in Simeon's eyes, at the very least. Whenever he took to the stage, every set of eyes seemed to fall on him, watching his hips sway from side to side and his legs wrap around the pole.

"You're starting."

Simeon snapped back to the present, looking back at Barbatos who was staring at him with crossed arms.

"Sorry. I was just-"

"Deliver this to the party in section eight, would you?" He asked as he slid a tray full of drinks across the bar counter. There was no time for excuses. This was a fast-paced establishment that ran on swift debauchery and poor choices, "It's a bachelorette party, so be charming."

He took the tray, carrying it in the palm of one of his hands, "Of course."

This was still his job and he still had customers to serve. He had to stop being taken in by a few lights and a flashy costume that he knew would be coming off soon enough anyway. All he did was deliver the poison that would loosen their purse strings.

By the time he reached the group of women and men, they were hollering at the dancers on stage and trying to stuff bills into his barely existent underwear. There was supposed to be a rule against touching the dancers, but, clearly, some patrons (and some dancers) didn’t pay attention to that.

“Over here,” one of the women shouted to the dancer to lure him over.

He looked at her with a smirk before sauntering over and dropping to his knees, making sure to keep them spread so she could see what was between them while he bit his lip suggestively at her. Considering how quickly she tossed bills his way, it was clear she didn’t need a drink to make her more liberal with her wallet.

So Simeon leaned down next to another member of the party and offered a drink; it was just champagne but they took it with enthusiasm and chugged it back in a way very inappropriate for the drink.

Other party members took their own glasses, and while they were at it, they ordered more food and drinks. It was certainly enough to ensure they would be staying for a while and that was all he needed. The longer they stayed, the more they would spend and that was good for everyone in the club.

When he returned to the bar, he put in the orders. Then, he sat down at one of the free seats and waited for them to be ready.

“They seem very excited,” Diavolo commented as he set a few of the ordered drinks on Simeon’s tray; mostly the straight alcohol ones.

“It’s the atmosphere.” It always made even the most rational of people go wild.

“I guess that is what I was aiming for.” He laughed.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that this man serving the drinks behind the bar was the actual owner of the place. He didn’t have a serious bone in his body to run the business side of things and was more concerned with the aesthetic of it all. Then again, the aesthetic was rather nice.

Diavolo cleared his throat as he set the last drink onto the tray; some glasses of water, “The set is almost over. After you take these drinks out there, could you make sure to bring some water to them in the back?”

“Of course.” It was already on his tray, after all. Plus, it would get him away from the strange lighting and loud music for a while. No matter how long he’d been working here, it always made him feel like he was developing a headache.

“Thank you. Oh, and do let them know the first of their food will be out in about ten minutes.”

“Did the kitchen tell you that?” Not that it was right to call that small space with barely enough room for a handful of people to move around a kitchen, but that’s what its purpose was.

“Nah. I just know how long the food takes to make.” He was responsible for making it all before that became its own job after all, “Now get going before the ice starts to melt.”

Simeon picked up his full tray to drop off the drinks, passing along the message to the person who seemed to be the head of the event. He wasn’t sure if she was the bride herself or one of the friends, but she seemed to be running the show tonight.

As he tried to leave, someone motioned for his attention, asking when he was going to get on stage. He only smiled as he informed them that he was not a dancer, nor was he one of the waiters that was willing to remove his uniform. They would have to wait for the next set to start in a few minutes. He pretended not to notice the disappointment on their face before he walked away.

The back room was much better lit than the front and the music was muffled through the door once it was closed. Of course, it could still be heard coming through the curtains that led to the stage, but it was much fainter.

He stepped into the dancer’s shared dressing room with the glasses in hand, trying to close their door as softly as he could so as not to disturb them. Still, it was hard not to notive him enter when they weren’t doing anything more entertaining than sitting around.

"Well, if it isn't our little angel," Solomon said with a smile as Simeon started to place the glasses of water on the vanities in front of the tired dancers, "How did you enjoy the show? We did one of our special routines for the occasion."

"And they paid well~" Asmodeus nearly sang as he counted out the singles that had been slipped into his underwear, "So generous. Oh! This is a ten."

"You can keep the ten, but add everything else to the pool before we go back on stage," Lucifer said, taking only a moment to nod at Simeon as he received his drink.

"I know, I know. I wouldn't screw over the others by forgetting."

"It's truly heartwarming to see you all working together so wonderfully." Barbatos interrupted as he came to the backroom, "You have thirty minutes to rest up and fix your faces before you’re back out there. Lucifer, you’re on stage. Asmo, you’re on the floor."

“Solomon,” his attention turned to the man, “someone requested a private show, so you will be in Room A. Beel will be outside the room should anything happen."

"Sounds fun," Solomon said with a laugh, "One of the bachelorette girls?"

"The bride-to-be."

"That marriage isn't going to last long," Asmo muttered under his breath and Lucifer quickly shushed him.

Simeon didn't feel much better about that information. It seemed wrong that a woman that was about to be married was asking to see another man strip down to barely anything.

Solomon didn't have the same compunctions. He just grabbed the glass of water and took a sip to rehydrate, "Let me freshen up and I'll be more than happy to give her a sight she'll never forget."

“I expect nothing less.” Barbatos’ smile was purely business, “As I said, thirty minutes. Make the most of it.”

As he stepped out, Asmo sighed, “I’m not even on stage? That’s a crime.”

“You need to take a break or you’re going to injure yourself,” Lucifer told him.

“So do you, but you’re up there.”

“I don’t throw my weight around like it’s the end of the night and show off all the strenuous moves. You’re lucky you’re on the floor and not benched altogether after what you pulled as the finisher for the routine. I saw how you nearly twisted your ankle out there.”

“Hey, I didn’t get hurt and the tips speak for themselves. Relax.”

Simeon decided to tune out before their disagreement turned into a full-blown lecture. He could already tell it was oncoming and that Asmo didn’t stand a chance. Actually, he need to get back to serving the patrons or else they would get restless.

He began to dismiss himself when Solomon called for him to wait.

The white-haired man stood from his seat, barely dressed after his last routine. Simeon had to try very hard not to stare over his body as he got closer, displacing the thought of him moving on stage for everyone to see.

“You can’t leave before answering my question. How did you enjoy the show?”

Simeon just smiled as professionally as he could, cursing his mind for replaying the scene in his head again, “Everyone watching seemed to enjoy it.”

Solomon tsked at him before leaning closer, practically pinning him between his body and the exit, “Does that mean you did too?”

He could feel his cheeks heating up at the proximity, “I don’t know what yo-”

“I caught you staring.” He leaned in closer still, placing his mouth just inches away from Simeon’s ear as he whispered, “You know, I wouldn’t mind if you joined me on stage for a dance. Or maybe you’d prefer a private show?”

His throat suddenly felt dry and his legs began to buckle, “I… I…”

“Enough of that,” Lucifer barked as he grabbed Solomon by the shoulder and pulled him back, “You need to learn when is the proper time and place for your antics. Simeon, go back outside before Barbatos comes looking for you.”

Simeon only nodded as he turned around to make a quick exit, just barely hearing the lecture Lucifer was unleashing as he hurried away from the door and toward the staff restrooms.

He locked himself inside, setting his empty tray down to the side as he rushed to the sink to splash cold water in his face to help calm down. Now was not the time to be getting flustered. He still had several hours left in his shift and he would have to be around Solomon for a huge chunk of it. But here he was, trying to control the unfortunate tent that was pitching itself in his pants so he could get back to his job.

The night had barely started, and he could already tell that it was going to be a difficult one.

#2af writes #obey me smut #simeon smut #solomon smut #character x character

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Dark Angel Reaction: PILOT

@typicalopposite reacts [with occasional asides by scripted-downfall]

Hawkins lab vibes are strong

Shoot them!? They are bebes

Hawkins vibes gone he didn’t try to kill her 😂😂 Just bring her back

Now lady hawke vibes? She fell through the lake

Ok discount Clint Eastwood.

Ma’am. Ma’am why were you in the clearing. Where they can see you. Under the ice. When there’s all that snow covered spaces

“Hope is for losers. Still, I hope they are ok.” LOSER

[scripted-downfall here mentions that clips from this show were used in Hitman despite them not making any sense given the film’s plot]

She was not bouncing around fren. She was seizing. There’s a difference

Ok so regardless of how I feel about her character or the actress herself. Ma’am’s foine [scripted-downfall here mentions that she should watch Sin City, then]

I love his accent ☠️☠️☠️

I have met Normal

They have lgbt; How advanced [scripted-downfall here says: OC MY BELOVED]

Oh bby not the first date anniversary

Is that Logan? On the tv? I know the voice 😂 Tony was my favorite on NCIS [scripted-downfall confirms because she has no follow-through on the no-spoilers rule. Also, she’s already said way too much previously to try that now] now I’m just picturing a news reporter kneeling over a dead body with a quill pen… dipping it in the blood to write

I have no idea what she just said. Just heard ones and zeros… then No way.

I thought he said he pissed on some one. ☠️☠️ But he said I pissed and moaned

CHEATER!! CHEATER!! OMG! ON THE BIG 1-0! How dare he?! MENNNNN

WHAT A GIFT Bruh. Men.

“Hey bby girl. I know you're mad at me for leavin you for someone else. But I only did cause you sucked. Take me back”

“You’re like a mystery… it’s… mysterious”

Ma’am, you can’t drive your bike in here

Them straight across brows Are killing me

I thought that was Mary. Or Ellen. Le gasp

“She was a white lady! With blonde hair and blue eyes. How hard is that to find!” ☠️☠️☠️

How. Howwwww. Did that little ass knife. Open that door

Don’t do it max- Fuck that. Lady just yeeted her self off the building

Tony! I mean Logan

It looks like he cocked a flashlight

This is the most monotone back and forth

That run. THAT RUN ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh shitttt They slicing him up, poor kid 😖😖😖

[scripted-downfall, while watching the show for the second time: this is the most friendly/smiley I’ve ever seen Max; wth happened!?]

Oh Theo dyinnggg

“We gotta talk” “Nothing” Bruh MEN

🤔🤔🤔 Why did she open the can in his face ☠️

It’s scary spice’s hi for me.

“Let me get my coat” “The one you’re wearing?” ☠️

A man that understands she’s stronger. A little respect!

Poof she gone *insert “A ghost!” gif*

Ok Lydia stfu

I’m ded. This whole scene ☠️☠️☠️ “Imma claw you.” *sticks hand in face… max grabs it* “let go of my hand.” Just. Wot

“I broke into your house. HOW DARE YOU BREAK INTO MINE? And then cook for me!?”

Is Peter a robot? He seems like a robot

“I had to see you… pretty thief lady”

[scripted-downfall interrupts: WTF IS THAT CHIN GRAB I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT]

– – –

Brief hiatus because we had to pause for a bit. After being asked about what she thought thus far:

Not too bad. I’ll definitely have to rewatch it once work comes down and I can watch it at home but I like it

– – –

Gotta love the classic your telling me exactly how it was but I’m gonna play dumb

He’s like bitch you got a barcode on your neck

Oh nooooo guy got mugged.

Well, “Mugged”

Oh nooo Theo

Ninja kids! Minus one

Ooooh. Normal, buddy… you just put your foot all the way down your throat [scripted-downfall interjects: Yeah, he, uh. Does that a lot.]

Not robot Peter!!!

Ahhh guilt

So she gonna go save the kid?

Is that discount Clint Eastwood?

“Oh pretty boy! I’m sawwry I got you ded” [scripted-downfall: I hadn’t noticed the religious imagery starting this early because I didn’t know the significance from Pollo Loco. That’s interesting.]

He needs to just sit up and go… bitch wtf are you talking about

Pshhhh you’re face screamed guilt shush woman

“I don’t feel guilt. Imma save him… cause he’s pretty. And imma talk to him and tell him a story the whole time… but I don’t feel guilty”

Blahblahblah angsty girl blah

Side note: We should totally watch a scary movie and commentate on it [scripted-downfall: YES.]

No one sees spider girl. Yeah. Right

Well that was easy ☠️

Ooo 👀 [scripted-downfall: ma’am is looking disrespectfully]

Her hair is a lil greasy tho

… welp I had a dirty thought to that ☠️ Just gonna keep it to myself ☠️☠️☠️☠️

☠️☠️☠️ MEN

Le gasp Is she double crossing or is this part of it?

You have tired eyes. But… same so eh

Typical MANNNNN

SAME MAX (her face at his little attempt)

Oooh super speeed [scripted-downfall: as you can see, she’s being very subtle about being from Manticore]

She just threw that man by her ears

Did she really ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [scripted-downfall: was that about her smacking his ass?] Yes. She pulled his pants down and I was like…. What’s this rated again [Yes.]

How long can ma’am hold her damn breath. Cause GEEEEZ [scripted-downfall: Another Manticore power.]

Okie dokie [scripted-downfall: *inserts Supernatural “I like him; he says okey-dokey” gif*.]

Why is the one holding his mouth like that!?!

angelic music cause buddies are dumb

Clint sees something [scripted-downfall: His name is Lydecker, btw]

Nah man you just had her, dummy

More angelics to ride away angstily on

[scripted-downfall: This won’t make sense yet, but I didn’t realize that Sky was already here in the pilot.]

Oh wow Normal. That’s dirty. They just be shipping people. That’s- Is that legal? IS THAT LEGAL? I can’t even take my dad in the car with out his death certificate; cops might think he’s cocaine [scripted-downfall: I don’t think the cops much… care.]

Oh so is he paralyzed the whole show? [scripted-downfall: It’s… iffy. You’ll see.]

“I need you to do a little leg work for me” Cause mine don’t

Angelics one more time. [scripted-downfall: You do know the show’s called Dark… Angel. Yeah? :)] On top of a building. In front of the moon. How angsty.

-- -- --

I like it! But alas I cannot watch another! I’ll publish a summary judgement later though

[scripted-downfall: That's a wrap, folks! Next episode will be... tomorrow? *smiles and puppy-dog-eyes at @typicalopposite and prays it works*]

#dark angel #max guevara #logan cale #original cindy #s01e01 #pilot #reactions #episode reactions #typicalopposite #typicalopposite’s trip to manticore

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skylarmoon71 · 8 months

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Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 8

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The time leading up was spent searching for you.

The team was on edge for good reason.

“I got her! She’s just outside of Central City.”

When Cisco pulled up the map the room was a bit tense.

“Boss, that’s a power plant.” Chuck stated.

It seems this was worse than he thought. Who knows what destruction you could cause tapping into the speedforce.

“I have to stop her.”

Barry didn’t even give them a chance to form a proper plan. He was gone in seconds. When he pulled up to the plant, your back was facing him. He wasn’t sure how you knew. You just started laughing.

“If it isn’t Barry Allen, the most self righteous man around.”

You finally turned. Although the glow was no longer present in your eyes, he could physically feel the level of your resentment for him. Standing there was like looking at a reflection of himself again. Just like with Savitar.

“You’re not some evil mastermind, okay. I should have believed you when you first said it. But I was angry. At Eobard, at you. I just wanted something to take my anger out. But you’re not like him or me. You’re different. You’re good. Hurting the city isn’t going to make you feel any less alone.”

“I don’t care much for your speech.”

Just like that the glow returns.

“I’m here to prove you right, just like you intended.”

Barry sees the lightning generated in your hands and you direct it straight at the power plant. The mass of electricity hits the building. Barry expects an explosion, but your electricity seems to bounce right back. You drop to your knees with a scream, but you aren’t stopping.

The alarms are blaring, but he still stands his ground.

“I’ll do what..you were afraid to..”

You force out the words.

It becomes apparent to him that you weren’t here to send some surge into the city, but to yourself.

Barry grits his teeth, rushing forward. He runs directly in front of the red streak of lightning. His body takes the large bolt and your eyes widen when the attack is no longer rushing through your chest. He grabs you, forcing his body out of the way. You both crash to the ground, rolling at a distance when the residual currents hit the ground. It dissipates in the air and the flashing of the alarms that had gone off previously have all shut down.

Barry looks down at your unconscious body under him, dropping his head on the ground with a heavy groan.

~~~

His return to Star Labs brings relief. His suit is a mess, so are your clothes, but you’re both still alive.

He places you unto the bed in the med bay.

He can’t shake the feeling in his stomach. He’d never driven someone to take their own life. Not once had he ever truly questioned his character until this point. He had no right calling himself a hero. Because the one person he should have felt the greatest need to help was you.

“Barry.”

He turns at that voice.

Harrison Wells.

He walks right through the entrance and Cisco moves closer.

“Timeless Wells?”

None of them had called him.

“Sorry to show up on such short notice, but I was called here. I’m not sure how, but something tells me it has something to do with the woman unconscious in your lab.” His gaze moved to your form.

Barry removed his burnt cowl, head lowered.

“This is all my fault.”

He leaned against the table and Iris was at his side. They were all gathered there, ready to help in any way they could.

Harrison shook his head.

“It’s nobody's fault.”

“You shouldn’t lie to him.”

Barry stiffened at your voice. You were lifting off the bed, standing as you fixed your gaze on Barry. You walked forward, stretching your limbs.

“Brought me back to clear your conscience Barry.”

You were now standing at the entrance of med bay.

“I’m a monster, and I’m tired of trying to prove otherwise. “

Your glare was fixed on all the members of team flash. Even the now present Harrison Wells. Possibly the only person who didn’t wear an expression of fear, regret or guilt.

“I don’t believe that.” Harrison responds.

He sounded so sure.

You moved forward quicker than anyone could. When you stood with a vibrating hand aimed right at Harrison’s chest, everyone froze.

“I’m a cold blooded killer. Isn’t that right Barry?”

The glow of your eyes was one he’d seen countless times in his nightmares from Eobard.

Despite everyone’s clear panic, Harrison didn’t look phased or frightened. His empathetic gaze was aimed right at you. When he moved to take a step, you gritted your teeth.

“STOP.”

He heeds no warning, reaching out and placing his hand on your wrist. The vibrating stops the moment he makes contact.

“You’re just scared and hurt. You’re not a killer. Even with all you said, you purposely went to a location far away from civilians. The only person you wanted to hurt was yourself. “

There's a spec of emotion present, despite their inability to see your pupils. You don’t look as sure. When the red begins to filter out of your irises, you can just stare.

“You just wanted someone to believe in you, trust you.”

Your eyes begin to well up, and when the tears start flowing, Barry knows that he’s to blame. You left your entire life behind to another universe after your own had let you down. All you wanted was a small sign of compassion from them. That’s all you asked for and he’d failed you.

Both as law enforcement and a hero.

Innocent until proven guilty.

When had he lost sight of that?

They all stood there and watched you break down.

Barry could say nothing.

#timetravel #genderswap #reverseflash #enemy #hurt #trauma #harrisonwells #villains #barryallen #mistrust #pain #Youtube

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