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welcome to the united states of america! we care about our citizens*!
*except for the ones who are women, who are BIPOC, who are LGBTQIA+, who are poor, who are children, who are first generation americans, who are homeless, who are orphans, who are victims of assault, who are mentally ill, who are disabled, who are anything other than a cis, able-bodied, straight, white male.
#roe v wade#current events#abortion rights#abortion#fuck scotus#fuck the supreme court#fuck the 5 justices#i hate it here
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just for fun heres a little comic of a scene from @andiwriteordie 's fic i'll find a new place to be from!! it just felt SO in character i had to draw it out😭😭😭
anyway GO CHECK OUT ANDIS FIC its such an interesting take on how s5 could go, its incredibly hooking besides being insanely in character and very very funny GO READ IT NOW‼️‼️‼️
#byler#HEHEHEHHEHEH HOPE U LIKE THE SURPRISE ANDI#this is my favorite scene ever its so fucking funny i laugh out loud everytime i read it#i hope i did it justice <3#anyway EVERYONE GO READ ANDIS FIC ITS SO GOOD#shes such an amazing writer and deserves all the recognition#its me hi andiwriteordie superfan#no but seriously like i could see this scene play out in ST like genuinely BHJFDHBFVGK#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things 5#st4#st5#will byers#mike wheeler#dustin henderson#will byers x mike wheeler#mike x will#will x mike#mike wheeler x will byers#livsmessydoodlez#livsmessydoodles
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Take notes Dc. Take. Notes.
#Bring him back you fucking cowards#make season 5 of young justice#i love them your honor#bart allen#dc impulse#dc comics#dc universe#the flash#wally west#kid flash#they're brothers your honor#amazing artwork#flash fam#flash family#young justice#not my art#Art credit: I'm not sure. If someone could tell me I'll put it in
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I'm feeling so normal about the YJ Phantoms finale
#yj phantoms#young justice#young justice phantoms#listen no show ever is without its fault and criticism is fine#But I don't want to fucking hear it right now!!!!!#this show is a masterpiece!!!!#season 5 WHEN
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camera, cut!
#Nie Huaisang#The Untamed#Mo Dao Zu Shi#mdzs#artists on tumblr#my art#pov: you are jin guangyao and you are fucked#this idea was trapped in my head for so long so shoo you are free now#trying to find out how this outfit works was a pain though#because there are exactly 3 shots of it in the entire show and they're all super closeups so actually you don't see much#but I also managed to find a bts pic of Ji Li in it with the actors that played the juniors#though fun fact he literally wears one of the layers (with the sleeves) in the pre-timeskip already#AND YET it's so subtle that you don't remember abt it#also I had some thinking abt which expression to go for#because at first I made him smirking#but actually like... that's also the point that he was not triumphant when jgy died. he was just Very Tired.#like I wish I could explain properly what I think abt it but it was just... a bit bitter. like the justice is done#but so what. it will never bring his brother back.#BUT ANYWAY!! I wanted to post this before midnight and I have 5 min left so yeah anyway!! art!!
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Working on a fic about Talia running off to raise Damian on her own and sorta just pulling a Bruce on all the kids Bruce has already Bat-adopted (and some he hasn't) and because it spans years and my brain keeps screaming about trying to figure out how old people are/when things happen I'm making a timeline on World Anvil.
And I'm going all in on it. When peeps where born, when they met, major events & plot points all that.
Which includes Talia meeting Bruce for the first time.
And the thing is that World Anvil will let you tag/categorize the events your adding to the timeline and you have no idea how tempted I am to label "Talia meets Bruce" with:
#talia al ghul#batman#batfic#bruce wayne#like to be clear I think ultimately her meeting Bruce was a good thing (especially in context of this fic)#Talia full on grew up in a fucked up cult led by her dad & Bruce showed her that there were other options#but also#looked it up and#WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU *MEAN* TALIA WAS 15 AND BRUCE WAS 22 WHEN THEY FIRST MET?#like i knew he was older than her by like at least 5 years#but I also thought they met & started the whole back & forth flirting thing when they were both ADULTS#BRUCE WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS A WHOLE ASS CHILD#actually no bruce isn't the one I should be yelling at#DC WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS A WHOLE ASS CHILD AND BRUCE WAYNE WOULD FUCKING *NEVER*#anyway Justice for Talia 2k23 (and forever because my god does DC do her so dirty so often)
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hello that one person in my askbox asking my about my opinion on cyn. I think this should answer your question.
#murder drones episode 5 spoilers#md ep 5 spoilers#murder drones ep 5 spoiler#md episode 5 spoiler#hopefully that covers my ass#friendship put on hold with N. Cyn is now my favorite character#i fucking LOVE body horror and she is ALL THAT#this art would go so fucking hard if i felt i could do it justice#unfortunately the image in my head does not match my artistic skill and therefore this will sit in my clip folder unfinished for years#anyways holy FUCK i loved episode 5#i have. so many theories#what relation does cyn have to the disassembly drones?#the basement has a ton of MD parts and i dont think they were created yet#what is tessa's true motivation on copper 9?#why is the basement solver coming out of a tv?#why can't uzi change her username?#why is tessa the only human to have a noise when she blinks?#why is doll wearing a button over her eye?#what the FUCK is going on with the chair in the background of cyn blocking the stuff tessa throws at her?#so many questions and no answers#welp guys i will see you in 2 months for uzi and tessa teaming up#murder drones#murder drones cyn#art#murder drones absolute solver#murder drones abs#murder drones episode 5#murder drones ep 5#me and the sekaiju server were hoping n's name would be revealed to be nichael#not really related to this post but its funny as fuck so
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ok im gonna be so controversial for a second why the fuck where the fuck is my xena warrior princess remake i understand there are lots of sapphic shows that are getting cancelled rn but we need to say fuck off to all of those and refocus our attentions on what's important and that's making xena as gay as it should have been
#'yellow jackets' this and fucking 'cannibal lesbians' that#WHERE IS MY FUCKING#XENA REMAKE.#WHERE IS IT.#THEY ARE SOULMATES.#WHERE THE FUCK IS IT.#I'M SICK OF PLAYING W YALL IM SICK OF ACTING LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE#FUCK YOUR OTHER WLW SHOWS I WANT THIS ONE.#like i even have like 5 different xenas and gabrielles in my head bitch#put me in charge of this FUCKING project i will do it SO MUCH justice#yall bitches aren't fucking ready#you couldn't handle it#that's why it hasn't been done#that's why nobody is asking for it#you can't fucking HANDLE it.#i dont even need a full series remake bitch#i can tell you what i need from a 2 hour movie RIGHT THE FUCK NOW#LETS GET THE BALL FUCKING ROLLING#I DONT EVEN WANT TO BE PAID FOR IT I JUST WANT IT TO EXIST
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she is mother.
#she got that infinity gauntlet ring set on#this is by far the dumbest thing i've done so far#it was not my intention to become a shitpost bank lmao#I've been on case 5 for 11 fucking days!!!!!! I'm delirious#spirit of justice#aa6#spookfishposts
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WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @direwombat ❤️
This week's snippet is on the longer side and full of misadventures, but I promise the ending is so freaking worth it, I have never laughed so much while writing a scene and it was at 2 am... All I'm going to say is: John and a bat.❤️ENJOYYY.
John stared at his phone as the car neared Portland, the unmistakable rumbling of his stomach quickly convincing him to grab lunch first before moving onto solving his flight and hotel issues.
He knew it was the perfect excuse to text Sabrina, a foolproof way to continue their earlier conversation.
Deep down he had hoped she'd recommend a place to eat, maybe offer to join him considering the fact he was all alone.
Detectives have to eat, too, after all…
Instead she had given him the most emotionless answer possible, like he was asking Google for a good lunch spot and not the woman that had captured his interest.
The last part of one of her texts had taken an infuriating hold over his thoughts.
"I won't be your girl."
He hated the wording, even though she hadn't meant it that way.
And since his 'thank you' she hadn't replied anything else, letting him to wonder if she had even gotten the hint.
His fingers began typing out a new message, deciding to throw away all caution and subtlety to the wind.
Fuck it. What if she refuses?
John: Feeling like grabbing lunch? I'm almost back in town.
There. Spelled it out for you, Detective. All you need to do is say 'yes'.
"Where are we headed, Mr. Duncan?", his driver pulled him back to reality and away from overthinking why she wasn't responding to his invite.
He explained away the restaurant's general location to the man, leaving him to figure out how to get there.
His phone finally chirped and he tried to not think about how fast he had unlocked the screen, expecting Sabrina would have texted him back, instead it was a message from Penny's work number.
Ms. Hastings: How did the meeting go, Mr. Duncan?
John looked down at the question that would be innocent enough coming from another person, but after the photo incident he just knew he had to keep her at even greater distance than before.
John: Good.
He kept his reply as short and reserved as possible, deciding against asking her to switch his flight back, telling himself that for once he would do it on his own and save on more interactions with her that day.
Minutes later, after finally caving in and asking his driver about his name (Ryan) and him agreeing to be on call for the day, he found himself in front of the small Italian restaurant.
The bell above the door drew the attention of some of the customers seated towards the entrance while he made his way to an empty table near one of the windows overlooking the street.
He couldn't deny the place had a homey charm with its red brick walls and old wooden furniture, and was different from the spots he usually ended up having lunches or dinners at.
The moment he sat down, an older graying woman, wearing a red apron and a small metal tag spelling "Sofia" sent a smile his way as she grabbed a menu and headed in his direction.
"Welcome. Always nice to see new faces stopping by.", she began in a friendly tone, a rarity for him in the last couple of days, "A menu, I will give you some time to choose what you'd like."
"Thank you."
She set a leather bound menu in front of him, making a move to retreat when an idea occured to him.
"Excuse me.", he mumbled quietly before he could change his mind while his fingers ran over the restaurant's name on the front cover.
Gentle dark eyes settled back on him, "Yes, honey?"
She had uttered the word out so naturally, like she was addressing her own grandson, not a stranger.
"I was… I was told about this place by a detective and was wondering if she stopped by a lot."
Instead of telling him his question was strange, Sofia just let out a small laugh before saying, "We get a lot of detectives as customers with the precinct being so close by. You'd have to be more precise."
"It's hard to miss her.", he ignored the look she gave him at the simple observation, "Brunette, gray bangs-"
"Beautiful?"
He nodded, "Yes."
"I know exactly who you mean. What did you want to ask?"
"It might be a strange request… but I was going to order whatever she would usually get."
It was a way for him to figure out what Sabrina was like and feel like a part of her was present at the lunch, that he wasn't sitting alone in the middle of a city that hated him.
Pathetic? No.
Simple curiosity.
Sofia accepted the menu back when he handed it over, "Coming right up, honey. And what would you like to drink?"
"Water. Thank you."
As he waited for whatever dish he was going to be surprised with to arrive, John occupied his time with trying to get in touch with the airline over the phone and spare a trip back to the wretched airport.
Distorted generic hold music sounded in his ear, playing on repeat for the third time when Sofia reappeared and set a plate of bow-tie pasta, covered in sauce and mixed with other vegetables and meat.
"Enjoy.", she whispered, noticing he was on the phone and left with that.
He sighed, when the song looped again and reluctantly picked up his fork, deciding he wasn't going to let his lunch get cold and he knew he had made the right choice the moment his lips closed around the cutlery, the food melting on his tongue.
You have good taste, Detective.
He had finished half of his plate by the time a male voice interrupted the melody he feared would be stuck in his head for far too long.
"Hello,", he cleared his throat, "I need to change the date of my return flight."
"Alright, sir. What name is the reservation under?"
"John. John Duncan."
"Thank you. And you will be flying to?"
"Atlanta."
"From?"
The question gave him a pause, "Portland."
"Date?"
"Anything available after this coming Monday."
"I will need your credit card details, sir. And then I will take care of each and everything."
That did it, "What company do you work for?"
"Uh-", the man on the other line started, taking way too long to respond and when he did it was the wrong airline.
"You, scammer.", John gritted out, hanging up and cutting off the man insistence he had it all wrong. He bit back the string of curses that threatened to escape, knowing the other patrons wouldn't appreciate him losing his composure while they were having lunch.
Hell. This must be hell.
He was glad he had caught up with what was actually happening before getting his bank account drained as a grandiose finale to the week.
After paying for his meal, and Sofia asking him to promise he'd be coming by for a meal again, he called Ryan to drive him to the airport.
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"Friday.", the woman at the ticket counter announced matter-of-factly as she stared at the monitor in front of her.
"As in two days?", John asked slowly, hoping somehow she had misunderstood his request and was offering him a seat on his originally planned flight. Reality was he was in complete denial about what it would actually mean - staying a whole week in Portland.
"As in next Friday, sir.", the clicking of her mouse and whispering somewhere behind him on the line of customers was starting to get on his nerves, "The current booking you have is for this Friday."
"Nothing else? Just Friday.", he repeated, then drummed his hand the counter, "Please check again."
The woman sighed, "Sir, I said-"
"Check again. Could be in first class, for all I care, the price isn't an issue."
She shook her head, "Either way, all flights before Friday are sold out."
Like hell they are.
He tuned out her explanation about him choosing to fly in the month where multiple conferences, expos and galas are taking place.
"Fuck.", he blinked as the word slipped out, a frown appearing on her face before she recovered.
"If you're in a rush,", her voice lowered as she leaned forward, "you can check with other airlines. But chances are the answer would be the same. They might have openings in economy-"
"No.", he basically hissed out, "I'm not flying economy ever again."
Her lips pursed, "Would you like me to book the Friday flight for you then?"
"Fine."
With his new ticket secured, John left the airport, dialing Penny before he could focus too much on the ever-growing list of reasons why avoiding phonecalls with her was a must.
It took one dial ring and she picked up, her sultry voice filling his ears and making him pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, "John, baby."
"Ms. Hastings.", he gritted out in warning, and Ryan's gaze shifted to him in the rearview mirror.
"Sorry. Sorry. How can I help you, Mr. Duncan?"
"I need you to clear my schedule for next week and get me a ticket out of Portland before the end of it. Find anyone willing to sell their seat, I don't care what you have to do and how much they ask for. Anything that's earlier than Friday would do."
"John,", her next words were but a hushed whisper, he could imagine her cupping a hand over mouth as she sat behind her desk, "Are you in such a rush to see me? Did you like the picture?"
"Get me a ticket, Penny. Goddamn it. I'm in no mood for whatever game you're trying to play. I warned you about this.", his voice rose as his hand formed a fist against his knee. He was very close to punching Ryan's headrest and doubted the man would like that, especially after having done nothing to warrant his anger.
"I-I will see what I can do.", her tone grew serious, "Did something happen with Mooney? Is this why you don't want to talk about my text? I was certain you would like the picture."
"Focus on your job and get me the ticket, Ms. Hastings. And I... will pretend you sent me nothing.", he hung up with that before she had a chance to go on a dangerous tangent that would most likely result in another argument.
John: Feeling like grabbing lunch? I'm almost back in town.
"So, I was right, after all.", Leslie mumbled behind her completely dressed to head out, almost making Sabrina jump as she finally opened John's texts she had successfully avoided throughout the day, thanks to the family members interviews and additional questioning they had to conduct for their latest case.
At his height, he could easily glance over her shoulder while she read the replies, making her wish she had waited until she was home to check them.
She quickly shoved her phone back in her bag and put her jacket on, feeling glad it was just the two of them in the room, that Oliver wasn't live texting details about her personal life once more, "Don't start."
"You're not even going to respond?", he asked in amusement.
"No."
"It must sting. Poor fucker has been waiting the whole day."
She was the first in the hallway with Leslie hot on her heels as she set for the elevator, then at the last moment she took the stairs, prompting him to pick up his pace so he could keep up, "I was just joking. No need to try to ghost me, too."
Sabrina forced a laugh, "I'm not ghosting him."
"How long have we known each other, Rina?"
She finally slowed down when they reached the lobby, and he fell into step beside her, "Way too long."
"Exactly. Which means you can talk to me."
"I know."
Leslie held the door open for her as usual, allowing her to exit the building first, and when she turned to face him and wish him goodbye, he pulled her in for a quick hug instead.
"Don't ignore him if you like him.", he said when she moved out of his embrace.
"I thought you were suspicious of him. Now you're my wingman?"
He gave her a shrug, "I saw how you smiled at his messages at lunch. All I want is for you to be happy. Who cares if it's because of some schmuck attorney."
"Goodnight, Leslie.", she ignored his insinuations and took a step backward, then another as she sent him a smile before she turned and headed for her car. The whole time, she kept her hands in her pockets, telling herself it was because of the cold when in truth it mostly so she wouldn't reach for her cellphone.
His laugh paired with a "Goodnight" echoed behind her, and she had no doubt if she was to turn she'd find him still standing where she had left him, that he was waiting to make sure she got into her car safely, just like he did every time they left work together.
John unlocked his hotel room and hung up the garment bag, containing one of the replacement suits he had bought after his stop at the airport, the rest of the clothes were supposed to be delivered directly to the hotel in the morning.
Another shopping bag held a second pair of shoes, underwear, sleep pants, his favorite fragrance, and other little things he'd need if he were to actually end up staying for an extra week in Portland. A part of him believed that Penny would find a way to get him on an earlier flight, always being someone to go above and beyond for his approval.
He settled for ordering room service for dinner, already feeling too drained and on edge to attempt eating out.
The TV across him was on, filling the silence in the room as he ate an average tasting steak with butter–grilled vegetables on the side, yet his eyes remained on his phone that he had sworn to stop checking regularly by then yet still hoped would light up eventually.
Just making sure I don't miss any news about my travel arrangements. I don't care that she didn't text me back.
His conversation with Clive had turned out to be uneventful, with him affirming the fact that set-backs were to be anticipated with a client like Mooney.
As he was washing up in the bathroom after finishing his dinner, he heard his phone ringing and picked up the call in a rush, anticipation of good news and disappointment at the name displayed on his screen mixing simultaneously.
"Yes?"
"John.", Penny began in a strange tone, then corrected herself, "Mr. Duncan. You-you,", a hiccup turned into a muffled sob and swallowed her words.
Jesus.
"Ms. Hastings, are you drunk?", he snarled.
"You think I'm-", she took a deep breath, "lesser than you- that you can just treat me like garbage because I-I like you. Well, you know what?"
He sighed in exasperation, wondering what had possessed her to call him and if he should just hang up.
"Fuck you, John Duncan. I'm better than this.", her voice rose and something clattered on the other side of the line, "And you-"
"Ms. Hastings, last chance-", but she was on a roll, set on finishing her piece, her anger bubbling over before his.
"You can fire me, it's not going to change anything or who you are as a person. You're heartless. And you're happy to be that way. You enjoy talking down to people and then you'd just smile at them like nothing had happened…"
His hand rubbed at his forehead, regret at picking up her call swooping in.
"Well, you can get yourself a ticket, Mr. Duncan.", Penny gritted out his name, "Have fun in Portland."
Before he could reply anything the line went dead.
John blinked, staring at his homescreen and wondering if he had imagined the last couple of minutes. For her time as his assistant, Penelope Hastings had never drunk called him, no matter how many passes she would make at him at work, or how many times she'd be turned down.
"She's unstable on top of being obsessed.", he noted with a frown, dreading the idea his first task upon returning in Atlanta would be to find a new PA when the last time had been nothing but torturous.
Minutes later, John found himself in the bathroom, sentenced to another freezing shower despite the hotel's claims everything had been fixed.
He couldn't deny that he felt not only cold but also miserable and absolutely restless as he quickly soaped his body, rinsed, and stepped out with a towel around his waist.
He made his way back to the bed without a glance at his reflection and put on a pair of sleep pants, sprawling on top of the sheets while he unlocked his phone, praying that Penny's drunken state hadn't given her the courage to cross the line again.
Sabrina: Sorry about today.
He didn't bother typing up a reply, instead directly dialing her as he rose to a sitting position and leaned against the headboard, his bad mood seeming like a distant past at her smile.
"Hey, stranger."
"Hi."
"How's Portland been threatening you?"
He shook his head as his gaze strayed to the window and the darkness outside before returning to hers, "I had a long, long day."
"Long as in… you want to talk about it or is it a case of 'don't make me reminisce'?."
A chuckle ripped out, despite the sore subject, "Where do I start… my client stabbed another inmate with a fork.", her eyebrows rose in surprise at the last part, "so now not only do I have to rearrange my whole schedule for him, but I will be stuck here for another week."
"Good God. A fork, like for real, you're not pulling my leg?"
"Yeah."
Her eyes narrowed in consideration, "Did he use a spork? Because it's what they're allowed to have for meals, John…", a giggle left her, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, "Sorry, I shouldn't be laughing. But that visual…"
He couldn't help his smile, "Fuck it, if I know. The deputies wouldn't tell me anything. But at least my misery is amusing someone."
"I'm sorry."
"The wonders of being the defense."
She nodded, eyes still shining with mischief, "On the bright side…at least he didn't stab you."
"Were you worried about me?"
The way she bit her lip made the cold shower forced upon him completely useless, "Maybe."
His smile was a full-blown smirk by then, "Careful, this might be just what my bruised ego needed."
"Worrying about civilians is part of the job, Mr. Duncan. Especially considering the luck you've been having quite consistently."
Good try, Detective. Sure, a "civilian".
"How was lunch?"
"Lonely.", he ran a hand through his hair, "But I have to admit, you do have a taste."
"Sorry for going dark on you. I was already at lunch and then got stuck in hour-long interviews… What did you get?"
The question took him aback, seeing how he had no idea what the dish Sofia had served him was named, "This delicious bow-tie pasta with meat and-"
"Veggies?"
"Yes."
"John?"
"Mhm?", he swore he could fall asleep just listening to her voice, the last couple of minutes making him feel more at ease despite how unsure he was about where the call would go.
"You ordered it?"
"Yes. It was hard to pick from everything they had listed…"
There was a long pause, then she muttered, "It's not on the menu."
His eyes widened, "I-", he coughed while she quietly chucked on the other side, "It's not? I'm pretty sure it was."
I'm sure she bought it.
He couldn't understand why, but anytime it got to having a conversatiion with Sabrina, he ended up turning into a teenager navigating his first crush rather than one of the most sought after attorneys in Georgia.
"It used to be, back when the restaurant first opened doors, and now… it's like a "secret" menu item for old customers."
John chose the strategy of keeping his silence, hoping she'd change the subject on her own, suspecting otherwise she would see through whatever excuse he'd make up.
"Well?"
"Yes?"
Her eyes narrowed playfully, "How did you know about it?"
"I'd rather not explain that one away, Sabrina."
"Why not?"
"Because I like my current odds more. Plus,", he announced matter-of-factly, "I can always invoke my right to remain silent, Detective."
He felt like the last part was a complete mistake simply for the images it concocted in his mind, especially after her mention of interviews. He hadn't exactly missed the handcuffs hanging onto her belt when she finally stripped off the wretched coat as she took his incident report, either.
He swore her voice dipped, "That so, Mr. Duncan? Look at me, forgetting who I'm dealing with."
"Any news from the elusive Detective Stockton? Because I'm yet to hear back from him."
"Maxwell is one of the best, John. They're just drowning in cases, but I know for a fact he's taking your case seriously, not only to catch whoever that guy is, but to recover your things."
"I appreciate that.", he shifted on the bed, "Speaking of which… you don't have to worry about me being cold anymore."
"Oh?", she quirked an eyebrow, then made a circular motion with her hand as she scrunched up her face, "I was getting a different impression from your lack of shirt."
"By choice, mind you."
"Lucky me. So… what does this attorney wear to bed?"
His lips twisted into a smirk at her question, "Are you asking what I think you're asking?"
Sabrina shrugged, "Quid pro quo, John. You saw my unimpressive nightwear, it's only fair you show me yours."
"Quite the opposite, your nightware left an impression."
The shirt was making a return that night, though if he was there like she had joked during their previous call, it wouldn't have stayed on her body for long.
"Are you stalling?", she challenged.
"No."
He absolutely was, knowing his sleep pants were absolutely going to leave an impression as well. A part of him was wishing he had put on underwear, an extra layer that would attempt to conceal his hard-on.
Like that would help.
Her melodic laugh wasn't doing him any favors, too, "I'm waiting."
He doubted that trying to buy more time would have any positive effect, especially with the twinkle in her eyes as she regarded him.
What would she do? Hang up? After asking for a look?
He sighed dramatically, "So impatient."
Before he could talk himself out of it, he switched to the back camera of his phone, strategically cropping out as much as he could.
Still not enough, judging by her silence.
"I'm dealing with a… situation."
Her expression was unreadable, "I can see that."
"Roughly estimated, how much did my chances sunk with?", he asked, flipping back to the view of his face.
"Who says they did?"
She rested her head against her hand, drawing his gaze to the side of her neck that he couldn't help but imagine running his lips all over.
"It's a good thing my shower is completely broken and only has one option for temperature: freezing."
A small laugh left her, "Now I'm truly worried about you catching a cold. I'm shocked you haven't made them fix it, had the lawyer in you come out to play."
"I'm being told they've fixed it."
"Hell."
"Yes. Portland hates me. Can you imagine me surviving a whole week here?"
"You will be fine.", she waved him off.
"I doubt you'd say the same if I list you all the things I've been through already."
"You know where to find me if you end up getting yourself in anything but legal trouble. That, I'm sure you can handle on your own."
John smiled, "Noted. I will make sure to mention you as an emergency contact. So, about tomorrow…"
She gave him a confused look, "Tomorrow?"
Here goes nothing.
"Go out with me.", the words left him in a rush and he rubbed a hand over his chest, wondering why his heart was suddenly racing.
The last thing I need is a hospital visit.
Sabrina was back to chewing on her lip, shifting against her pillows, her hesitation putting him on edge.
He was used to women quickly making their intentions known upon meeting them, rarely having to work hard on convincing them to agree to a dinner, taking them to bed after always felt like the natural outcome, inevitably becoming a monotonous routine he'd turn to when he would find himself unable to push down his urges any longer.
"I'm not sure what you're asking-"
Come on, Detective, we both know that's not true.
"I'm asking you out on a date, Sabrina. What else do you think my lunch message meant?", his fingers gripped his phone while his heart kept up the same dreadful pace.
She tucked a stray piece of hair that had escaped her bun behind her ear, "And here I thought you just didn't know how to use Google and then felt obligated to invite me along."
"Go out with me.", he repeated, "I'm asking you out as a woman I'm interested in, no obligation in sight, only the fact you're the first good thing to happen to me in this wretched city and no matter how much I try, I can't get you out of my head."
More than he intended had spilled out in the confession, but it wasn't like he could take it back, and a part of him… didn't want to.
"I-", she shut her mouth, stopping whatever answer was about to escape.
"Say 'yes'. One date.", his tone was bordering on pleading.
Desperation. Never a good look.
"I guess I just want to know one thing first…", there was a somber look in her eyes as she considered asking whatever was holding her back from agreeing to a simple meal.
"What is it?"
"The text. The one you sent on accident… what's the story there?"
Are you jealous? Wondering about potential competition like I was the second you handed me your phone?
"My assistant. She's,", he knew he had to choose his next words carefully as he held Sabrina's gaze, "been showing interest in me for a while. It's one-sided, I assure you. And when she saw the usual passive remarks didn't do the job, her strategy became bolder."
Her nod urged him on, "She sent me a picture today. I had to remind her she's crossing the line. Are you worried about her?"
"No.", she pursed her lips, "I guess all I wanted to know was what you see me as, if I would be one among many women in line."
"I meant what I said- you're the only one I'm interested in, no matter how many unsolicited pictures Penelope decides to harass me with. Not to mention, you saw exhibit A of that attraction.", his last words cracked at her serious facade, making her let out a laugh, "Help a man out here, I think I've had enough embarrassing moments to last me a while."
"Okay.", she matched the grin that took over his face, "Yes, John. What else do I say after that, really?"
His heart did another crazy flip the second she actually said 'yes', giving him a straight answer, "When?"
Her fingers rubbed at her mouth absently, not at all helping with his situation below the belt, "I'm not sure where the cases I'm working on would take me, my time is mainly divided between work and well, my sister."
The child she was raising on her own.
He had read enough on her thanks to the file that one of the firm's investigators had provided for him, and yet he couldn't help but want more.
"Wherever you can fit me in.", by then, he had given up on trying to sound even remotely like he wasn't desperate, "Lunch?"
"Sounds good."
"Tomorrow?"
Sabrina smiled, "Depends on how my morning goes… I could perhaps text you?"
"Okay, Detective."
"I probably should leave you to it, turn in for the night."
John didn't let his expression fall despite the disappointment he was experiencing even after his small win, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight.", she paused, index finger running over her lips again when she said, "John?"
"Hmm?"
"I hope you know there are other ways to address matters than a cold shower, especially at this time of the year. Sleep well and try not to sleepwalk into trouble."
She hung up with that, not giving him any time to reply as he slumped against the pillow behind him. Reluctantly, he turned off the lights and crawled beneath the covers.
As he lay in the darkness, the air around him felt electrified by her words, too heavy for him to breathe freely. The sheets stuck to his skin, eventually forcing him to crack open one of the room windows to let the cool night air in.
He tossed and turned for a good hour, and no matter how much he willed himself to sleep, his body felt high-strung, craving her instead of rest.
Her parting words inevitably pushed him to leave the bed and head back to the bathroom, discarding the constricting pants on the floor in front of it.
It seems, this "matter" won't be going anywhere, Sabrina. No cold showers, you say?
The idea that she was suggesting a "solution" and had a perfect understanding of what he would be doing the moment the call would end teased his senses when the door shut behind him and he grasped himself.
His breathing grew labored, bouncing around him while he leaned his head back against the wall, imagining her being the one behind each stroke, because in a way she was.
His legs buckled the second his release hit him, his free hand that was braced on the counter providing much needed support.
Who would I be to go against your advice, Detective…
He cleaned up, then swug the door open, ready to go back to bed, sleepiness creeping in now that he had finally caved in.
As he navigated the darkened room, he swore he registered a strange noise somewhere towards the far end of it, but he told himself his imagination was running wild.
Then he heard it again.
Flapping of…wings?
A crash.
Both made him dive for the bed as he blindly searched for his phone and the switch of the lamp on the nightstand beside it.
The second light illuminated the space, his eyes anxiously scanned around him for the source of the previous sounds.
I'm imagining things thanks to exhaustion.
Yes.
There's nothing.
It was what wholeheartedly wanted to believe until he saw it.
A bat.
Big one at that.
His nude form felt exposed and in imminent danger as the wretched creatures flew at him.
In his panic, John slid off the bed, hands still clutching his phone like a lifeline as he crawled under like he was a goddamned commando it in attempts to avoid the attack.
What met him next was dust.
A 5-star hotel?
5 stars.
When did they clean this fucking room last?
He tried to take a couple of calming breaths, feeling a sneeze building up as he unlocked his phone with shaky hands.
He was dialing Sabrina before he could think better of the late hour, the idea of having to go back out undoing all the process he had made through controlled breathing.
Something about the animal that had chosen to make his room its new home put him on edge more than usual, and he had faced criminals, ruthless attorneys, and awful prosecutors.
The dial tones sounded in his ear, each new one convincing him he'd be put through voicemail soon enough and would be on his own.
"John?", her sleepy voice called out in confusion at the exact moment a sneeze racked his body, "Did you actually catch a cold?"
A sniffle was followed by a quiet, "Fuck."
"John? Are you there?", she spoke out again, sounding more alert, "What is it?"
"There's a bat.", he whispered like the creature would hear him and put an end to his game of hiding.
"A rat?", she echoed incorrectly.
"Sure, Detective,", he hated how his voice shook even as he spoke quietly, "but the type with fucking wings."
"John? I can barely hear you."
"A bat.", the word was loud enough this time, making her exclaim a small 'oh'.
"Where?"
"I-I don't know. Fuck.", he screamed out the curse.
"John?"
"I'm underneath the bed, Sabrina. Hiding away like a goddamned child while it's flying around."
His free hand slapped at the wooden underside of the bed, pain shooting across his wrist and doing nothing to dissipate his anger or bubbling panic it mixed with.
"I-"
"The floor is so filthy, just what you need when you're butt naked. Portland hates me. I can't go home and-"
"John, listen to me,", her soothing tone interrupted his frenzied speech, "it got in somehow, and you can help it to get out, too."
"No.", he gritted out.
"Yes."
"Did you not hear the 'I'm as naked as the day I was born' part?"
A laugh ripped out of her despite the situation, "Good God, you sure know how to keep a woman entertained."
"Sabrina.", her name was a warning.
"Sorry. If it's any consolation, the poor thing is probably more scared of you than you're of it."
A groan left him, "I'm not scared. But I'm sure glad to hear you're worried about my attacker."
"John.", she sighed, "Did it actually attack you?"
"Not yet."
"You're going to be fine, I promise."
"I-, he took another deep breath and inhaled god knows how much collected dust, "I have no idea how to make it leave."
"Are any of the lights on?"
"Yeah. I heard a noise and couldn't see a damn thing without them."
"You will have to dim them."
She proceeded to list off instructions, slipping into resolution mode, her calm voice keeping his panic from rising.
"Have you done this before, because it sure sounds like you have…"
Sabrina chucked quietly, "You mean, have I talked a nude man into taking on a bat he's definitely not afraid of?"
"Very funny."
"Sorry. And to answer your question… I have. Dealing with critters is inevitable when you live alone."
"I haven't.", and he wished it had stayed that way.
"Soo..", she began slowly, "why are you without pants? Don't tell me they got stolen while you slept… was it the bat? Should I call Stockton? Though, I think crimes committed by animals are out of his jurisdiction, you can probably vouch for that."
He held back a laugh at her playful remarks, reminding himself he was angry.
"Seriously?"
"Just trying to take your mind off things."
"A challenging task with my doom looming on the horizon."
"So why were you?"
"Why do you think?", his voice dipped despite his predicament, desire slowly stirring up.
"Did you at least manage to finish?"
"Really?"
"Hey, I'm just making sure I have the whole picture in case another report is needed."
To his dismay, her words were working, making him feel less alone.
"Now, come on, Mr. Duncan, time to crawl out of there. Remember the steps?"
He huffed, "Dim the lights. Make sure there's only one exit route. Is killing it an option?"
"John."
"Kidding."
Not if decides to attack any sensitive spots. Especially before our date.
"Open any curtains in its way and just keep an eye on it. Okay?"
"You're going to stay on the line, right?"
And what about that date? Still finding it appealing as an idea?
"Of course. For moral support, to keep your fear at bay and all that."
"I'm not afraid.", he insisted with a frown, "I was just making sure there would be someone present. You know, in case it kills me… at least there would be a witness to tell the story."
"I will do you justice with the report, promise.", her laughter teased his ear as he shuffled out from underneath the bed and dimmed the light spilling out from the lamp he had previously turned on in his panic.
"Will you avenge me?"
"Does opening a bat sanctuary count?"
"Absolutely not.", his eyes zeroed in on the bat.
"I will think of something else then."
"I'm out. I see it. Bad news is, I've left the bathroom door open."
"Okay, so close it. Stick near the walls."
"Copy that."
John moved slowly, every U-shape round the bat made around the room, putting him on edge despite Sabrina's presence on the other line. He was becoming very aware of how exposed he was anytime it dipped lower towards the middle of the room while it sought a way out.
"Closed.", he whispered as he shut the door to the bathroom.
"Excellent.", she crooned, and in another scenario he had no doubts about the effect the sound would have on his body.
He gingerly went around the bat's flight path, aiming for the open window and pulling the curtain away the second he reached it. He plastered his body to the nearest wall as he watched the animal continue circling.
"It's not leaving, Sabrina.", he complained in a hushed voice, knowing any loud noise could spook it further and make his situation worse.
"Have patience."
"Hard to, when every part of me is on display and within its range."
His hand covered his lower regions on instinct as he watched it near the window, but he didn't dare speak his hopes out loud in fear of his usual luck kicking in.
"I think it's working, Sabrina."
She hummed in response.
And then it finally happened - the bat zoomed out of the room, the sight making John rush forward and slam the window shut with a battle cry that most likely woke up his neighbors.
"John?", Sabrina asked in amusement, "It's out, I pressume?"
"Yes.", the breath he was holding left him as he fell back onto the bed, his body relaxing into the sheets when the adrenaline began to leave it.
"Amazing! See, I knew you would manage it."
John threw a hand over his eyes, the last couple of minutes replaying in his mind, "Thank you. For the help, I mean."
"Of course. A civilian was in danger… it was my duty to assist."
A smile finally broke free, "Just because of that?"
"Well, you also promised me lunch, so… just making sure you don't die on me before that."
"I'm sorry for waking you up."
"It wasn't like I was asleep for that long either way.", with the issue resolved successfully, her voice was back to sounding nonchalant.
The revelation gave him a pause, a smirk forming slowly as he pushed for more, "What were you doing up so late?"
"A girl has to have some secrets, John."
I also finally got around to making an AU themed edit for them, if you have missed it:
Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @thesingularityseries @corvosattano @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @fourlittleseedlings @voidika @madparadoxum @poisonedtruth @nightbloodbix @stacispratt @jillvalentinesday @cassietrn @chazz-anova @simplegenius042 @purplehairsecretlair @adelaidedrubman @dumbassdep @theelderhazelnut @strangefable @trench-rot @aceghosts @wrathfulrook and anyone else with something to share this week ❤️
#'John with a bat' time..... 😂😂😂#If all of this doesn't prove Sabrina is a keeper ... idk what will 😂#At this point Penny gives zero fucks; go girl#Leslie; i'm so sorry i'm second syndroming you; istg i love ya and one day you gonna get your happy ending <3#tagged <3#oc: sabrina donovan#ship: the diviner and the baptist#ship AU: lady luck and lady justice are both not on your side#john x sabrina#wip: a trial of errors#oc: leslie parish#oc: penelope “penny” hastings#wip wednesday#wip whenever#wip snippet#fc5 au#far cry 5 au#fc5 ocs#fc5 deputy#far cry 5 oc#far cry 5 deputy#character dynamics#wip sneak peek#snippets#john seed#john duncan
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ok. tijd om te emigreren 🥲
#dutch#joos yaps#i mean its not the official numbers but in practice they only differ 1 chair; occasionally 2#not. >5#to be clear for the english-speakers; PVV is alt-right and was for a long time one of the most racist parties here until recently.#they didn't get less racist we just got worse parties (:#so say goodbye to freedom of religion. european cooperation. support for ukraine. any chance of any acknowledgement of justice for palestin#his fucking 'wah wah im nice now' talk fucking worked#people are so goddamn naive#make no mistake; this is as much the fault of vvd as it is wilders' 'milder tone'#'yeah lets really frame migration as the biggest issue thats causing the housing crisis. not our crap policies from 10 years ago coming#home to roost. also yeah sure we'll work together with the pvv if he gets big ^^'#oh oops looks like people didn't want to vote for the same party going on 13 years now that everything is getting shittier. and pvv is eve#n harsher than we are on immigration. oopsee daisy#ugh christ im gonna have to see his fucking swollen bleached head so much more now
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A new still of Claudia Harrison as Princess Anne and Theo Fraser Steele as Tim Laurence in season five of The Crown, premiering on 9 November.
#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#THIS BETTER MEAN THEY GET GOOD SCREENTIME#AND THEIR STIRY IS DONE JUSTICE#i hate this show#I really do#and it’s creator#but I gotta watch it#the crown#the crown season 5#princess anne#princess royal#Claudia Harrison#Theo fraser steele#tim laurence#timothy laurence#british royal family#brf#don’t fuck this up peter morgan
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The fact that they broke down 'Dark Nights Metal' into Dark Nights Rising, Dark Nights Metal: Resistance, and Dark Nights Metal is so damn messy. Like if you have 'Batman: Lost' in two different books and both books feel like they're missing massive sense-making chunks without the other, then you should just mash all three books up into just two chunky chronological volumes. Like Dark Nights Rising is the closest any of them come to standalone but it also awkwardly slices into the whole arc's climax at the last minute just to leave at a cliffhanger and ?????
#Dark Nights Metal#it is a GODDAMN MESS I AM WADING THROUGH#all I wanted was to see the Justice League beating the shit out of edgelord bruce-ified versions of themselves#but nooooooo we gotta make it as fucking convoluted as possible because it's 7 batmans and batman plays 5-dimensional chess burr huburr#dc
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What actually happened when Phoenix’s judicial aide was kidnapped to force him to represent someone he didn’t want to
PHOENIX: I hate this but I can’t just let her die. I have to do it.
What would have happened had Apollo’s judicial aide been kidnapped to force him to represent someone he didn’t want to
APOLLO: I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual privileged effete soft-penised debutante. You want to start a street fight with me? Bring it on, but you’re going to be surprised by how ugly it gets. You don’t even know my real name. I’m the fucking lizard king.
#phoenix wright: ace attorney#apollo justice: ace attorney#Phoenix wright#Apollo Justice#the office#to be fair we actually do know how he would react in 4 because Trucy pulls some shit#but 5&6 Apollo did not give A FUCK#he did not give A SINGLE FUCK#queue takumi defense squad
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Going nuts trying to figure out why ShawLuna put so much effort into keeping floating Atlas a secret, especially since it had absolutely zero affect on the plot because everyone in universe already knew it!
(Major spoilers for the She Ra reboot) In She Ra and the Princesses of Power, the entire damn planet is a weapon of mass destruction. Not only is this a huge shock to our characters, but it becomes the focus of the finale season once the Big Bad decides he wants to use its power to reorder the cosmos to his liking
Meanwhile, Atlas floats and Atlas falls
This isn't a bomb dropped on the audience that blows their minds, it's the splat of a wet sock on tiled floor that earns at most a "huh, okay"
Totally worth keeping a secret for six years, amiright fellas?
#rwde#been trying to figure out how to word rwbys interpretation of justice as punishment#somehow ended up thinking abt how shawluna always focus on the exact wrong things#my brain is mush bc hr barely hiring people despite there only being 2 people on my shift when a skeleton crew is 5#the two of us aint even supposed to be on the main floor bc we're in specialized areas so this is fan fucking tastic#and im also the only mf who actually can do the damn job so my back aches from carrying this damn shift lol#so salty that shawluna got a job that id kill to have yet fucked up this badly#these dudes see their dirty faces in the mirror and try to clean the mirror instead of themselves
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Why don't you like Evelyn Hugo ? Just curious cos I had bookmarked to read it on my next long journey
per my 1 star goodreads review when i DNF'd the book last year:
The writing in this is so so bad. Cliche turns of phrase, repetitive, constantly telling me things instead of demonstrating how the characters think and feel, telling ME how I should feel about what I’m reading, clunky descriptions, preachy little generalised asides of 2014 tumblr feminism about women in show business without really diving into what that means for any of the characters, lack of character depth, framed the story through Monique who is at best limp and lacking in personality and at worst a genuine idiot.
I think it’s a cheap shot to compare anything to My Immortal but reading every godawful physical description of a person in this book made me think of that, it was that bad.
I’m normally a completionist even when I don’t really like a book, but the writing was so infuriating that I could not justify wasting anymore of my short time on this earth powering through this shite. I’m annoyed I spent money on this book.
#asks#it was simply not an enjoyable read#regardless of the story and characters (which were fucking DUMB) and the hamfisted diversity that TJR never gives any depth beyond putting#modern day social justice talking points into a book set in the fucking 50s instead of exploring that within the cultural context#of the time period she claims to be so fascinated by#or exploring what any of those identities mean to the characters themselves (beyond monique reminding use she's mixed every 5 minutes)#(for some reason???)#regardless of ALL of that#the writing - the actual stringing of words together into some sort of fucking prose - is BAD.#and again 'bad fanfiction' is a cheap shot but that's what it reads like#infuriating book. everyone saying it's good makes me feel like i'm losing my mind
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