#jezebel jet
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Dinah: I need a date to Vixen's fashion show, and Flash tells me that you're, y'know, the village bicycle.
Bruce: What? No! Why would he say that?
*two hours earlier*
Barry: Catwoman, assassin lady, nosy reporter, murdered girl, supervillain supermodel, spy lady, ghost guy, Superman sometimes...
Barry: I've been with the same woman for 22 years.
Barry: No judgment, but to me, Bruce Wayne is a sex maniac.
#incorrect jla quotes#jla#source: 30 rock#batman#bruce wayne#the flash#barry allen#dinah lance#black canary#catwoman#talia al ghul#vicki vale#vesper fairchild#jezebel jet#sasha bordeaux#ghostmaker#minkhoa khan
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Who ends up with Bruce Wayne should be the character that best challenges him to be better and stop living in the past/accept change.
What ship do you think best fits this?
#dc batman#batpham#batman#batdad#batman headcanon#bruce wayne#catwoman#talia al ghul#superman#batman ships#harvey dent#commissioner gordon#jezebel jet
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Once you see how race plays a part in shipping wars and etc you can’t unsee it. I’ve noticed this for years and I’ve considered really studying it and writing about it. You have to talk about race when it comes to Dick and shipping. A trend I noticed too is that predominantly a majority of DickBabs fans are white so when the questions of race or how other Dick ships are treated in comparison you start seeing how certain fans talk. But the thing that really captures my interest is that the defense that comes to defend Barbara is very loud, but when other characters like Koriand’r or Helena or Shawn or Bea etc need defending suddenly those Barbara defenders are very quiet and those who do defend said characters are seen as silly or are “mean” about it when the majority of those fans are poc. And this might piss off some people but the way Catalina Flores was created by a white woman and portrayed her the way she was WAS offensive because white DC writers have repeatedly made woc r*pists while also making the hero’s love interest at the time a white woman.
Oh yeah! I see it too! Ive complained about it multiple times. Both Dick and Babs have had POC love interests and have been very happy with them. Babs herself has been with Luke Fox TWICE and even married a Black Man in Batman Beyond. But the Batgirl fans are sooo silent about it. They hardly even acknowledge it. The writers even go out of their way to embarrass these relationships like having Babs OOC break up with Luke or forcing Dick Babs moments in the Batman Beyond comics.
And the same with Dick. Having the villain tell Helena that Babs wa prettier than her. Even comparing Helena and Babs during the rebirth era was racist AF in BOP. They practically turned Bea into stepping stone for Dick Babs having her tell Dick to return to the Batfam. And I notice a lot of Kory fans have been acting strange since they hired a black woman to play Kory.
DC has a habit of doing the worst shit possible to their WOC characters. When they race bent Catwoman in the comics, she became a stripper/prostitute. And you know what makes it WORSE with Barbara Gordon? IS that she literally WAS created as a way for the white male protagonist Batman TO NOT date the new black female Catwoman in the 66' yup? Babs was created soley because of racism and the network at the time being anti-interracial relationships. Needless to say, DC has a habit of using Babs to make sure thier stoic white men never fall in love with WOC.
Tim Drake dated two black girls. Both are hardly remembered by Tim Drake fans and when they do bring it up, they are extremely negative about it. Batman himself has dated two black women, i mean he fell in love with them. But the writers LITERALLY, had her committed to a mental institution for the rest of her life because she used so much of her power to save Bruce, that it mentally caused her to be a like a 3 years old forever. And then Jezebel Jet literally betrayed him and then had her head torn off by freaking Talia al Ghul. So unnecessary. Talia Al Ghul was turned into a rapist that nobody liked.
It's just tired at this point. And don't even get me started on how Young Justice creators made a point to say that Dick Babs or Dick Zatanna happened on and off screen, but Dick Rocket was only mentioned in passing, if at all, after that on screen. They never had Dick Rocket interacting like Dick Babs or Dick Zatanna, despite the fact he dated her for a while too. And then they thought I wouldn't notice that 90% of the villains in season 4 weren't black lmao you thought Young Justice. Despicable.
I even low key believe that the depiction of Amanda Waller is racist as well.
I really want Dick's end game to be with a black woman or black, biracial woman just to see the fandom fucking seethe.
#racism#dc comics#dc comics is racist?#nightwing#my2cents#dick grayson#canonvsfanon#batgirl#barbara gordon#antinightwingships#young Justice#Rocket#amanda waller#talia al ghul#jezebel jet#tim drake
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Jezebel Jet in Batman #681
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Batman (1940) Issue #675
#jezebel jet#bruce wayne#batman#dc#i like this panel despite bruce looking like a rotten albino jack o lantern for no reason at all <3
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Dirty Cops
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: With a dirty cop killing women in the BDSM community running loose you and Spencer have to devise an equally dirty plan to catch him in the act.
Warnings: Kintober Day 22 - S&M, BDSM themes, public sex, oral sex, exhibitionism, bathroom sex, interrupted sex (both of them are cockblocked by the job).
A/N: I'M BACK! Sorry for the delay. This is the fic that has been beating my ass for about two weeks now. I fear I put too much detail into the case, and now I'm 6k words deep into a part one of a fic that should've been a 3k standalone.... oops! I hope you enjoy~
You sat in your office hands on your forehead as you desperately searched for the solution to your problems. 12 women, 12 homicides that VICAP had just spotted were easily similar. All in the same jurisdiction, and yet no connections made by their police force.
Something was going on in Tampa, and you needed to get to the bottom of it before another person died.
You supposed it didn't really help that some of the women had died in some pretty unorthodox ways. Strangulation, blunt force trauma, evidence of rope burns, and having been held hostage but not for long. Things your team was familiar with, but local detectives usually couldn't stomach.
As the BAU's brand new liaison officer, you got the job of convincing the local law enforcement to invite you in. They certainly weren't making it easy for you.
"Listen, I'm telling you there's something here, sir, if you'd just check the case files. We're only trying to help."
"You're trying to stick your nose in my departments business because you think your fancy FBI agents can handle my cases better than me."
"Sir, with all due respect -"
"Fine, you think you can come find whoever whacked these street whores you come and do it." You took in a sharp breath and paused, trying to make sure if you were hearing him correctly.
"What do you mean by whores, Captain? Choose your words very carefully." The warning was a bonus, knowing your voice had already done such a 180 he was probably regretting his previous word choices. As far as you knew none of the victims were wex workers. They mainly had office jobs or were even stay ah hone mom's.
"Each and every one of these women were jezebel's. Cheating, doing dirty things while showing their faces in church. They attended a certain establishment, not a Christian one, if you understand what I'm telling you, Miss."
"It's Agent, actually, and if you ever leave these details out of a case file ever again, I'll make sure to have your badge pinned up on my wall like a hunting trophy. Are we clear, Captain?" He stuttered out a yes, but you cut him off quickly.
"My team and I will arrive later today. Expect us for lunch." You said, slamming the receiver down and finally releasing a huff of breath you'd been saying for emergencies.
A whistle from the door finally draws your attention after a few minutes.
"Okay, Y/N," JJ clapped, looking impressed. "Who pissed you off?"
"Just the Captain at the precinct who just very politely invited us to consult on our next case." You threw the file in her direction as she set down the coffee she'd bought you, picking it up to peruse it. "Where's Hotch? I need to tell him we've got to go now before they change their minds."
"You know you want to say it," she teased as you began walking out of the office to find your elusive boss.
"Ha. Sure. Wheels up in 30, Jennifer." She raised her coffee in a salute to you as you finally took off, getting ready to go to war against an unhelpful police precinct.
–X–
With all the time you don't have, you end up briefing the team on the jet. You have to stand and grab the edge of the table as you try not to pace up and down the aisle.
"Twelve victims, all women between the ages of 20 to 28. He's crossing race lines, so I don't think they're placeholders." In all honesty, this case had pissed you off.
Twelve dead women and no one seemed to care until you phoned the department up yourself when VICAP flagged it all with you. Half of the cases had been closed for lack of evidence, and the other half so poorly investigated that you knew it was only a matter of time before they got boxed up and shelved too.
"The general public in Zephyrhills doesn't even know they have a serial killer. No one is being told to exert caution. There's no local press on this either."
"It says that these women were all killed, but there's no viable DNA they could pick up?" Morgan asks, looking up at you.
"That's right, no DNA evidence can be lifted, but spermicide was found on three of the victims."
"So our unsub was wearing a condom. He came prepared, and we were dealing with a serial rapist who has bridged into murdering his victims."
"There was no spermicide found on the other nine victims?" Emily looks up at you from her place at the small table.
"No. Rape test kits weren't run on any of the other victims because, quote: 'it was pretty obvious what had happened.' The precinct waited too long to collect the DNA evidence and now we don't have enough to locate, let alone prosecute an unsub based on DNA."
The whole team shared in your stressed look then, sending you matching sympathetic glances as they suddenly understood the herculean task you'd taken on trying to convince the locals to invite you in.
Not noticing the awkward silence that fell on the group, Spencer spoke up quickly from his place, standing beside you.
"You know, Zephyrhills is only about an hour away from Tampa. Tampa is the number one hook up spot in the US. It's residents boast on average 14 orgasms a month instead of the nationwide average of 12.5." He seemed pleased with the knowledge he'd just let everyone in on, as you looked back on him.
"Right. So our guy is trying to get his rocks off to out gun the rest of the country. Thanks, Spencer."
"It's relevant. It's says in the casefile here that three of our victims were last spotted on the highway making their way to Tampa, but then their bodies were found dumped in Zephyrhills. What if he's following them?"
"Spencer has a point, but if he's following them, what gets them to turn around? The cars were found abandoned in Zephyrhills, too, none of these women made it to Tampa." Hotch adds, and you make eye contact with him as your next thought comes to you.
"What could get someone to stop on a highway?" You ask, the question so simple, every single one of them knew the answer before you'd even finished asking.
"A cop." JJ filled in, and you all sat silently as you realised how dangerous this next case could truly be.
"We're about an hour out from arrival, everyone get some rest for now, I'm going to make a call to the nearest FBI Field Office, see if any of this is on their radar."
You slunked back to your seat at the back of the jet and sat down again, trying to get comfy but ending up just shifting multiple times in your seat.
Spencer joined you, sitting beside you, so close you could feel his eyes on you as your leg began to bounce. He put his hand over it and, with a strong hand, stilled the movement.
"Y/N, you did a good job connecting these cases." His voice was meek and calming, and you'd generally very much appreciate it if his hand weren't sending your body through some serious loops right then.
Your leg was on fire where he was touching you, his hand hot even through the fabric of your clothes. But when he pulled the hand away, watching your legs for any further tremors, you felt the need to snatch it back and replace it on your leg, certain that it would sooth the burning once more.
You snapped yourself out of it quickly. If you were thinking this way about Spencer of all people, then you really needed to get laid.
"Tampa's population consists of 43% singles, you know. Good statistics for getting laid." You twisted your head around to meet his eyes again.
"Tell me I didn't say that outloud." But his small smile dashed your hopes as you realised you just admitted to feeling incredibly horny because of his hand on your knee.
"If it's any consolation, I'm definitely the only one who heard it." His hand fell back to your thigh, and you twitched as it did, but you didn't move him.
"Fucking floridians and their goddamn 14 orgams a month," you muttered under your breath, hoping that he wasn't paying any attention to you now, seeing as how he'd opened up a book to hold in one hand.
"Lucky if I get even one and Florida man has 14 in him." You continue mumbling as you try to get cosy, closing your eyes and moving your head to find a comfortable position.
“You definitely said that one out loud.” He laughed, and you threw up your middle finger while letting your head fall back and your body take the rest it needed.
Without opening your eyes, you decided you needed the last word, a phenomenon you often found occurring in Spencer’s presence.
“A gentleman would pretend to not have heard that, Spencer.”
“I’m not a gentleman.” Annoyance prickled you at his reply, but you were too tired to say anything more as you caught up with the sleep that had been evading you for weeks.
–X–
Your landing in Florida comes almost too soon, and Hotch delegates tasks before you’ve even had the chance to properly get your feet beneath you after so long in the sky.
This case was becoming more of a mindfield with each of the pieces of information you’d received. Upon getting off of his call with the FBI Field Office closest to Zephryhills, Hotch had informed the team about an ongoing investigation into the police captain’s wife, whose pseudo-Christian church group were spewing vitriol about damn near every group you could think of.
“Religious discrimination, racism, sexism, homophobia and some pretty screwed up views of basically everything else, too.” Penelope had informed the group, pulling up the files that had been sent to her.
“It seems their most recent project is… Oh, how relevant. An adult establishment just opened up on the outskirts of Tampa, right on the highway that connects it to Zephyrhills. And from the boasts of the club owner on social media, it seems he’s telling anyone who listens that he’s not going to get shut down because the police are his main clientele.”
She sent through links to some of the posts to your iPads, and you angled the thing towards Spencer so he could take in the new information as well.
“Could we be looking at a religious motive to the murders? You said that the police captain called these women Jezebels. The name is biblical, she was a Queen who worshipped a false god and was defenestrated because of it, but over time, the uncapitalised jezebel, as you know, tended to refer to women with loose morals.”
“The motives could still be religious, but these women were raped. It says in the case files that Mrs. James’s church group is solely comprised of women, mostly the wives of the officers in the police force.”
Again, everything was leading you back to this stupid police precinct. You grimmaced as you realised that the next few weeks were going to be spent on the edge watching your back.
“Y/N, Reid, I want you both with me at the precinct when we land. Morgan, JJ, go to the church and interview some of the ladies there, see if you can’t push some buttons. Emily, Rossi, some of the family’s of the victims got in touch with the field office to request inquiries, go anf find out whatever you can about the last known whereabouts of these women.”
Now bracing yourself, you set your face in a neutral expression and let Spencer hold the door open for you as you walked into the station.
“Hello, we’re the agents from the FBI. Where can we find your captain?” You ask the receptionist at the chatting to her desk, but just as you finish your inquiry, another officer cuts you off, stepping half in front of you and demanding some files from the woman.
She stands awkwardly, sending you an apologetic glance as she scurries off to go and complete whatever busy work he’s just given her as you quietly seeth at his back.
The officer turns around to you and grins, sending you a smile as he walks off, apparently pleased with himself for foiling your attempts to find his boss.
“Y/N, keep a cool head. The captain’s office seems to be just ahead, I’m going to go and see if he’s there, smooth out some of the issues they seem to be having over here with our presence.” You nod and stay back with Spencer, who takes a quick seat behind you.
You don’t sit, though, too on edge and pissed off to get comfortable now.
The officers seem to ignore the two of you, bustling around you with no sense of shame, but you can tell they're watching you, hearing the low murmur of whispers.
When one of them decides to out their hands on you, though, you've decided you've had enough.
"Sorry, little lady, I need to get through. Important police business." He practically Leeds down at you as his hands grab your waist, meaning to move you aside to her you out of his path.
You don't give him the chance, grabbing his hands from your hips and twisting them behind his back quickly, shoving him face first into the nearest desk.
"Fuck, you little bitch. Come and control your partner, man." He struggles in your grasp, signalling to Spencer.
You grin as Spencer doesn't even look up at him, having pulled out a copy of War and Peace and settling nicely in his seat. You could tell he was on edge though, had seen the slight way his body tensed when you'd first been touched, and knew that if you'd needed it, he'd be there backing you up in a second.
"Sorry, are you talking to me?" He finally said, still not looking up from his book.
"Yes, get this bitch off of me."
"If you ask her nicely, I'm sure Agent Y/N would release you. As for me, I'm certainly not making her do anything she doesn't want to." He grinned as he said it, and you rolled your eyes slightly.
"Maybe if you told some of these other agents here to stop looking at her likes, she's a hunk of meat and greeted her respectfully instead of calling her… little lady, was it? Maybe then she'd be more generous." The man grumbled beneath you again, but before you could actually force his hand, Hotch and the Captain were exiting his office, obviously alerted by the crashing sound you'd made.
"Reid, Y/N, that's enough." Hotch signalled, and you complied, letting the man go and stepping back to Reid's side. He'd stood now, squaring his shoulders and making use of his quite intimidating height. You must seem tense, though, because the second you settle next to him, he puts a hand on your lower back, and you're surprised at how calm you instantly become.
Earlier, his touch had been fire and ice, and now it was relaxing you beyond belief. What the hell was wrong with your body recently?
"Thank you, sir," the officer said, straightening, dusting off his uniform as he levelled a glare at both you and Spencer. "I was beginning to think the FBI was just a bunch of sissy's and menstruators-"
"Cut the crap." Hotch barked out, and even you were startled by the sound. "Captain, if you or any member of your precinct says anything further about any member of my team, or god forbid puts a hand on them, I'll personally make sure this office is charged with conspiracy to murder for not investigating these deaths and aggravated assault of a federal officer. Do I make myself clear?"
The man seemed displeased at having his badge threatened for a second time in 24 hours, but nodded, dismissed the other officer, and finally shut up.
He has the female receptionist from earlier show you to the room you'd be using for your investigation for the next few weeks.
After making sure the room is secure, you place a call to Penelope and the others trying to gauge if they'd found any further leads.
"Some of the family members know exactly where they were going that night. One of them had a husband, said he was going with her, that they drove in separate cars because it was part of the thrill of it all." Emily's voice sounded tense and frustrated, and you could only sympathise silently before jumping in to ask her more questions.
"I thought they said it was an adult establishment? Does that not mean strip club?" You asked, perplexed at why the married couple would be going together.
"No, from what I can tell, it seems these women were members of the BDSM community, and that place… is somewhere they can practice."
"So even if we do somehow get another victim, any DNA test could be questionable evidence because they all left to have consensual sex." You sighed out and ran a stressed hand through your hair.
On your call with JJ and Morgan, you got much of the same.
"Oh, they're angry, alright. About the immigrants and the drug dealers, the homosexuals, and the jezebels. Seems they're working hard to get the club closed not just because it's a house of sin but also because the man who owns it might be an illegal immigrant."
"How quaint and Christian of them."
"Yep, and get this, the club's official title? Women for the Grace of God. There were no men in this group, Y/N. We're not going to find our unsub here."
Hanging up, you let your head hang, the fatigue of the case really kicking your ass.
"Spencer, draw the blinds, Y/N, lock the doors." Hotch ordered, and you listened, quickly making sure that no one was even close to the door. Returning to your seat, you noted the tense set of your boss's jaw and decided that whatever he had to say wasn't going to be good.
"Our unsub is in this precinct, which means we're not safe. But it also puts us in a unique position. They don't know we suspect them yet. We can force the unsubs hand."
You straightened in your chair, listening closer.
"You want to bait them out?" Spencer asked from his place beside you.
"I want you two to bait them out. You already got under a few of the officers' skin, push a few more buttons, and we could get our unsub to slip up."
"And how are we supposed to do that?" You asked, heart thumping in anticipation. You thought you already knew, but you needed to hear the words from his mouth to be sure.
"They're going after women in the BDSM lifestyle. Let's convince them that the two of you are also similarly involved."
He turned and left you with the decision then, leaving you and Spencer in the small room alone.
Your palms were sweaty, and you refused eye contact for a few minutes before he finally cracked and gave in first.
"It'd work." He whispered, suddenly closer than you remembered.
"What?"
"It would work. Whoever this guy is, he's getting off on dominating these women, seeing another man that he deems physically inferior dominating a woman who's already kicked an officers ass… that's enough to get him to crumble, slip up."
"So I'm supposed to just bend over and take it?"
"Bend over, yes, but I usually prefer women to be a bit bratty."
"What?" You found yourself blinking up at his face, even as the door swung open again, another officer walking into the small room you'd been left in.
You stepped away from Reid slightly, putting a more appropriate distance between the two of you before the man started talking.
"Well hello, I heard we had some feds in the office, thought I'd come introduce myself, but I didn't hear we had such a beautiful woman here, too. She a witness?" He directed the question to Spencer, but his leering eyes never left your body, trailing down slowly and disgustingly as you tried not to shudder under his gaze.
"I'm Doctor Spencer Reid, this is my partner, Agent Y/N. How can we help you?"
"Oh, I'm all set on my medicals, doc. You can't help me. Maybe she can if you let me take her out for a test drive?" Your blood boiled as he said those words, and you were about to send a cutting reply back to the man, when Spencer sat back down in his seat, snaking an arm around your waist to take you with him.
"Sorry, I don't lend out my private property." Stunned, you tried to act naturally about your new position, but his hand on your thigh slashes your brain capacity down by half, the only thought in your head running through Spencer Reid's possible sexual preferences.
"Oh, I see how it is. She's a slut, just not that kind. Okay, I'll bite, what's this one into? Choking, spanking? Careful, don't go too far or you'll be prime suspect number one for our perp."
"What are you insinuating, officer?"
"That these sluts you're asking about got in over their heads. Some women like it rough, practically beg for it. Poor guy just did what they were asking." Biting your tongue, you let the man keep digging his own hole, as Spencer kept him talking.
"Actually, contrary to popular opinion, in most sado-masochistic relationships, the submissive partner is the one in control. They have power to stop whatever role play is going on in the scene through safe words and actions, and the dominant role is more of a protective role, requiring a deep level of commitment and care for their sub." As he said it, he turned your face to his, hooking a finger under your chin and then stroking your face as you fell further into his body.
You almost forgot the other officer was there until you heard his grumbled reply, turning your head slightly to whisper in Reid's ear.
"Long shot, Doc." With that, you climbed from his lap, turning back to the other officer with a grin.
"Sorry, was there anything professional we could help you with? Or would you like to go and deal with your little problem alone in the men's bathroom now?" He turned on his heels and exited swiftly, face red with rage at your insinuations.
"Okay. I'll admit, it's going to work. But we're going to need to set up some bait and deliver the profile to them to make sure we have each and every one of their attentions."
"I'll notify, Hotch."
"Spencer, wait." He stopped at the door and turned back to listen to you. "Earlier when you said… when you mentioned that you'd prefer…" You tried to ask the question but it seemed the question just wasn't going to form on your lips so you simply let out a small frustrated humph and let him figure out the rest.
"Y/N, I… I don't know how to answer that question and still act professionally around you."
He left the room shortly after, and you couldn't help but feel disappointed at the distance suddenly kept between the two of you. You were beginning to become much too distracted by Spencer Reid.
–X–
"Let's have another rundown again, just so we're all clear on the play by play on this." Morgan said as you and Spencer were wired up, ready for your operation.
It wasn't exactly undercover, but it wasn't quite straight police work either, but here you were. After giving the profile earlier, you'd noted that three of the officers had seemed a little bit fidgety under all the new information they were getting, all three of them matching your profile.
Unluckily for you, they just happened to be the Captain in charge of the precinct, Detective Handsy from your first trip into the office, and Detective Dumbass, who'd asked you and Spencer all about BDSM earlier that day.
Penelope had filled you in on each of their backgrounds. The Captain was second generation police force, but court of public opinion had ruled that his father wasn't exactly an upstanding guy, a report corroborated by his mother's multiple accidents and trips to the ER. Detective Handsy had a misdemeanour sex crime expunged from his juvenile record for masturbating in public - on the unconscious girl who sat next to him on the bus.
Detective Dumbass seemed to be the police contact for all the local prostitutes. He'd busted at least thirty in three months, and each of them had reportedly tried to turn him in as the John who'd paid for their services.
"Run through it again." Morgan brought you down to earth as JJ finished attaching the wire under your clothing, handing you the small in ear so you could hear updates from the team.
"We walk into the bar, get a little too close for comfort than they'd like, then ask the bartender where we can have some fun around here. She's been prepped to give us the answer we want, and we set out on the highway where Rossi and Hotch are waiting in unmarked cars to give us an escort until our unsub takes the bait and tries to pull us over."
"Good, now, Spencer, do I have to show you where to put your hands, or do you think you've read enough to figure out how to push the right buttons?" From the grin on his face, it was evident he was enjoy pushing the younger man's buttons but you could tell he wasn't doing it maliciously. The two of you were both tense and on edge, and you needed that waylaid somehow.
"Trust me, Morgan, I think he knows where his fingers should go." You said before grabbing Spencer’s hand and dragging him out of the vehicle, not letting him go until you were right by the door of the bar.
You didn't really let him go either, it's more like he caught up to you and moved his hand from yours to your ass instead, pulling you closer into his body as you made to move inside the bar.
He hesitated a moment outside, though.
"Y/N, we haven't talked about boundaries yet. I'm going to have to touch you in there and-"
"You have my permission. For anything." Your words come faster than you expect, but they're there, filling the silence of the night quickly.
"Anything?" He asks, a small play lighting up his lips as he pulls you in closer. You can feel his breath on your skin, and you almost take back your words until he lowers his head. Your lips are barely an inch apart and getting slowly closer as you angle your head up towards him, when the bar doors swing open and he turns and pulls you inside instead.
You recover quickly, trying to focus on the twelve women who need to find justice rather than the many things you suddenly want Spencer Reid to be doing to you.
You slide into a booth at the edge of the bar but you'd canvassed the place earlier, knowing that while it appeared to be a quiet corner, every other table had a clear view of your actions in the corner.
Surely enough you felt a few pairs of eyes on you as you sat down, a little closer for comfort than you expected.
"Well, Penelope's sources were correct. It seems like every cop in town is here tonight." You said, whispering the words into Spencer's neck, just above where his own wire was placed, making sure the words were heard by both him and the members of your team left in the surveillance van.
"Show time," he said, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips as you stood. He gave your ass a quick slap as you made to walk towards the bar, and you sent him back a wink as you walked to order your drinks.
Ordering them quickly, you took a simple scan of the room, noting that all three of your suspects were social butterflies tonight. They all sat on different tables, but each had at least another man with him, and every single one of them was looking at you presitorially.
Returning to your seat with the drinks, you never felt their gazes leave you.
"Certainly caught their attention. What now?" You asked hesitantly, sliding up against Spencer’s body again.
"Now we give them a show." He said, snaking a hand between your legs and forcing them apart gently. You'd changed into a shorter skirt and smaller top before coming back out, needing to look the part of the slut they'd already deemed you.
You smiled up at Spencer as he stoked your thigh suggestively, but he never moved it further up.
"Spencer, kiss me." You said, eyelids heavy as you begged the man to take you further than touching.
"Why?" He asked softly in your ear.
"Because a few of our suspects are getting restless, and I want to see if we can tip some of them over the edge. Obviously you're smarter than trying to stick your hand up my skirt in public surrounded by a group of cops who would happily stick you in a cell for the night for public indecency, so you're just going to have to stick your tongue down my throat."
"Here I was thinking maybe you wanted it," he grumbled but complied anyway, grabbing the back of your head with his free hand and pulling you towards him. The kiss wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle the way his caresses were. It was hot and it was demanding, and when he pulled away after a minute and your lips followed his desperate for more he grabbed your hair and pulled you backwards, baring your neck to him easily as he moved his lips down slightly.
Opening your eyes then, you again surveyed the bar, noting that the Captain and his friends were leaving, sending a stink eyed glare in your direction as they threw down their cups and left.
"Morgan, get eyes on the Captain. Make sure he goes home and stays there," you breathe out quietly, waiting to hear the affirmative in your ear as Spencer kept his head buried at your neck.
In another second, he was off you, taking a swig only his drink as he smoothed your hair down again. You do your best to ignore the history pooling between your legs and the haze clouding up your brain as you stare at him swallow the drink, watching a small stream of the soda you'd ordered him instead run down his chin.
You watched it fall and, in a moment of thoughtlessness, pressed forward to lap it up from his neck. He'd spent time marking you. What harm could this do now?
However you rationalised it, you knew it was just an impulse, one greatly rewarded by his hands pulling your hips over his and a growl in your ears.
"Anything?" Was the only thing he said, and you pulled away to look into his eyes again before he pulled you in for another kiss.
"Sorry to interrupt, love bunnies, but we've had a change of plan. Two of our suspects are out, and they've bailed and been safely and discreetly escorted home by FBI agents from the field office. Hotch and Rossi are on the way back. He thinks we can nail him in there and get him to act out."
Pulling back from the kiss long enough to whisper your reply to Morgan into Spencer's mic, you can barely tear your eyes away from the man.
"What do you want us to do?"
"Men's bathroom is free. Hotch thinks if we make it look like you're doing something less than holy in there that it could force his hand. Especially because he's shown voyeuristic tendencies in the past."
"Shit. Detective Dumbass?"
"Only one left. And his name is Dunbar. You'd do well to remember that in the paperwork."
Pulling yourself up and out of Spencer's lap, you took a swig of your drink again as you stood.
"Follow me in three minutes." He grabs you by your wrist and turns you back around to him again, though before you can leave.
"Y/N, we're going to get this guy. After we do, I think we should talk." Instead of answering him, you pressed another lingering kiss to his lips and moved out again, heading directly to the dark corridor where the bathrooms were.
You slipped into the men's easily enough, thankful that it was empty. It was a single stall, and when you heard the knock on the door two minutes later, you were suddenly thankful that it was, because it meant that you could lock the door behind him and not risk anyone else coming in while you baited your unsub.
Spencer placed a hand to his lips as soon as he made it through the door, pulling out his phone to type out a message to you without speaking.
"Followed me. Think he's listening outside."
You pulled your own out to answer him.
"Let's give him a show then."
The both of you discarded your phones on the countertop of the bathroom and suddenly collided again, as if you were two magnets who could no longer resist the pull.
Your lips fought hungrily, and now you didn't pull back your voice letting all the moans of pleasure fall from your mouth and fill the bathroom.
His hands were on you in an instant, pushing you back against the door, letting the creep behind the wall hear as much as possible as his hips found yours and you started grinding against him like your life depended on it.
You could no longer tell what you were doing for the case, and what you were doing out of the simple desire to do so, wrapped up in all of the pleasure he was giving you in that minute. And that was before he started talking.
"You like that, whore? You like feeling my hands on you out here in this dirty bathroom." You clenched around nothing, even as his hands trailed lower, reaching the top of your skirt just as you replied.
"Yes, I like that, Daddy. Please touch me more."
You crashed together again, even as Spencer's hand fell inside your skirt and panties suddenly reaching for your clit. You forgot everything. The bathroom, the unsub, the wire you were wearing. When his hands were on you your only thoughts were him.
You gasped in delight as he began rubbing you, moaning out heartily, not bothering to restrain your voice. Even if there was not a murderer on the other side of the door, you'd have wanted everyone to know how good he was making you feel.
"Kneel," he says, and you listen, getting down to the dirty floor for him and looking up at him innocently.
"Now what, sir?" You ask, teasing him with a smile. He gives your face a light slap in reply, but the sound is sharp, and you can hear some movement outside. You don't get to think about it for too long, however, as he suddenly removes his cock from his pants.
"Suck" is all the instruction you need before you're taking him into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around him.
After the entire night of teasing, you don't have to be told twice. You take him down your throat until you're gagging, but he puts his hands on your head and pushes you further anyway.
"That's it, baby, such a nice little slut just for me." He holds your hair as he begins fucking your face, softly whispering insults into the quiet bathroom.
"Perfect little slut, letting me do this here. For anyone to see and hear how much you like my dick down your throat. I should unlock this door, show everyone how nicely you take my cock."
You moan around him, desperately gripping his thigh as you struggle to breathe. He finally pulls out, pulling you up by your hair until you're face to face with him again, saliva dripping from your mouth.
"Is that how you like it?" He asks, and you nod fervently.
"Yes, sir. Please fuck me now, I've been such a good little girl."
He turns you and presses you against the door again. As you turn your ear to it, you can hear some pacing outside of it as he lifts up your skirt.
You were ready to feel this perfect bliss, right up to the moment Morgan decided to remind you of the task at hand.
"Hotch is here. We've got him cornered. Great acting, guys. We're thinking if Y/N exits the bathroom now, we can catch him trying to carry her off."
His hands stilled on you, and you both stared guiltily into each other's eyes. You kept your sounds up, definitely acting now, feeling as though you'd just been doused in ice-cold water.
Footsteps retreating down the hall had you suddenly nodding in response to each other, faking your orgasm with one last large gasp followed by a few minutes of silence and you straightened your clothes ready to bait the unsub once again. He tucks himself into his pants, and you loudly discuss your plans for separate exits.
"I'll meet you back at the table in five." He says, and with another lingering look, you're out the door and alone in the dark corridor, feeling empty and needy.
It was time to catch a killer.
#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid smut#mgg#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fandom#spencer reid x self insert#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid criminal minds#spencer reid kinktober#criminal minds kinktober#kinktober 23
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People are still trying to say consequences of war (in this case stress induced miscarriages) are actually an intentional attempt at genocide of Palestinians and I am just so annoyed. Unless they can prove Israel is causing these women to miscarriage with full intent it isn’t genocide. They know this deep down they just don’t care
https://x.com/soulkhan/status/1747759699234013470?s=46&t=EG0815iq-Yl0MxWghs-F_Q
Boy, do I wish the entire Facebook-driven listicle pseudomedia complex would just fucking die already. Uproxx, Buzzfeed, Kotaku, Jezebel, they're all just gossipy op-eds meant to be Shared instead of understood. The real, professional press can be bad enough with spreading fake reports from shifty sources; algorithmic tabloids are beneath contempt.
Jezebel's "Israel" tag includes SEVEN articles about how particularly bad this war has supposedly been for pregnant women. And I'm sure it has been bad. But they have nothing devoted to the 10/7 attack, nothing on the sexual violence against Israeli women, except once where they complain people try to use it to change the subject. The outlet's undisguised lack of sympathy for Israeli women targeted by Hamas makes it hard to take their complaints, or their advocacy for women, at face value.
Also, I remember the "sonic boom miscarriages" allegations that were also reported by Gaza health sources, and that were propagated by The Lancet during the same time period when they turned their pages over to KKK-meme shitlords who warned about Jewish economic conspiracies. Funny how in the history of warfare since jets went supersonic, people only ever claimed they cause miscarriages in Gaza and nowhere else, and then they stopped claiming it.
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I'm not really a fan of DC retconning the way Damian became part of the batfamily from "Damian is introduced to Bruce, Bruce decides to let Damian stay with Talia and not pursue them not once but twice, Talia brings Damian to Gotham again during Batman RIP and leaves him with Bruce again (however exactly that happened, DC never explained it), Bruce gets lost in time during Final Crisis and Damian becomes Robin to Dick's Batman" to "Talia introduced Damian to Bruce and Bruce immediately tried to bond with him, but got shot and send back in time by Darkseid shortly afterwards, cutting Bruce's attempt at parenting short"
I get it's easier to understand and Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul probably isn't canon anymore considering that many of Damian's more recent stories act like Damian grew up around Ra's, which strongly contradicts Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul.
But Damian doesn't really gain anything from this retcon. First of all, it's not a proper retcon, by which I mean an arc or a oneshot that shows Bruce and Damian bonding, a story that truly replaces the original storyline, we only get single panels that promise us that this is how it actually went down now without elaborating on it.
It's also either written with the main intention of making it sound like Bruce was a better father to Damian than he was in the original storyline:
By acting like Bruce had been dedicated to bond with Damian and teach him another way right from the start.
Or with the intention to create a sob story for Tim about how Bruce forgot all about Tim the minute Damian showed up:
Completely ignoring that Bruce made sure to tell Tim that Damian's arrival wouldn't change anything:
Tim is the one who storms away and acts rather childish.
Even though in fact nothing did really change for several months. Bruce did not make Damian Robin, he did not look for Damian after the explosion on the boat. Instead he went on a date with Jezebel Jet:
Feeling possibly sad about what happened with Damian, but basically going back to business right away.
When Tim goes out alone to face a villain that just beat Bruce to a pulp, according to Alfred because Tim is still shaken by meeting Damian:
Bruce goes after him immediately despite being badly injured and high on painkillers to protect Tim and to reassure him that he has nothing to prove to him:
Bruce also didn't tell Tim about the result of the paternity test, probably out of consideration for Tim's feelings:
In fact Bruce did not refer to Damian as his son until the climax of Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul, always choosing a distancing term to refer to Damian prior to that moment.
But that story also ended with Bruce choosing not to pursue Talia who had once again left with Damian:
You know for all the times Bruce complains about Talia raising Damian to be an assassin he sure as hell was not all that invested in getting Damian away from the league during their first few meetings.
In the original canon that was it. Damian and Bruce did not meet again on-panel until Bruce returned from his adventures in the time stream. Somehow Damian became a member of Bruce's household before Battle for the Cowl off-panel.
And I get that retconning it so that Damian moved in with Bruce after Talia dropped him off the first time makes that whole thing easier to explain. But Bruce's rejection of Damian is important to make early Damian's behaviour more sympathetic. Because a lot of Damian's arrogant behaviour during that time was rooted in deep insecurity. By removing the reason for that insecurity from canon Damian's feelings become a lot more unreasonable when he in fact had very valid reasons to feel that way.
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I feel like I haven’t heard enough people talk about this.
People keep saying: “Oh Dick is probably one one most likely to follow Bruce’s adopting kids habit”
HE ALREADY STARTED!!
#dc#dick grayson#olivia Desmond#blockbuster#Bruce Wayne’s adoption problem passed onto his kids#batfam#nightwing#Nightwing comics
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Gunnverse Batman fancast
Fancast for James Gunn’s DCU/Batman!
DCEU recast
Burtonverse Recast
90′s Justice League
Reevesverse Batman
Superman
Wonder Woman
The Flash
Green Lantern
Aquaman
Justice League
Green Arrow
Teen Titans
Suicide Squad
Justice League Dark
Batman Beyond
The Dark Knight Returns
Telltale’s Batman
Injustice
Legion Of Doom
Birds Of Prey
Jensen Ackles as Batman/Bruce Wayne
Peter Capaldi as Alfred Pennyworth
Jon Hamm as Thomas Wayne
Lena Headley as Martha Wayne
Courtney B. Vance as Lucius Fox
Laura Dern as Dr Leslie Thompkins
Bryan Cranston as James Gordon
David Harbour as Harvey Bullock
Stephanie Beatriz as Renee Montoya
Bill Hader as Jack Ryder/The Creeper
Jodie Comer as Vicki Vale
Jesús Castro as Nightwing/Dick Grayson
Kiera Allen as Oracle/Barbara Gordon
Dacre Montgomery as Red Hood/Jason Todd
Noah Schnapp as Red Robin/Tim Drake
Kristen Stewart as Batwoman/Kate Kane
Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Huntress/Helena Bertinelli
Riley Lai Nelet as Batgirl/Cassandra Cain
Mckenna Grace as Spoiler/Stephanie Brown
Izaac Wang as Robin/Damian Wayne
John Boyega as Batwing/Luke Fox
Caleb McLaughlin as Duke Thomas/The Signal
Alexander Ludwig as Azrael/Jean Paul Valley
Michael B Jordan as Azrael/Michael Lane
Ana De Armas as Catwoman/Selina Kyle
Brian Cox as Commissioner Gillian Loeb
Sam Witwer as Captain Howard Brandon
Michael Weatherly as Detective Arnold Flass
Robert De Niro as Carmine Falcone
Gina Mantegna as Sofia Falcone
David Dastmalchian as Alberto Falcone
James Carpinello as Mario Falcone
Al Pacino as Sal Maroni
John Goodman as Rupert Thorne
Michael Imperioli as Anthony Zucco
Willem Dafoe as The Joker
Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn
David Tennant as The Riddler/Edward Nygma
Alfred Molina as The Penguin/Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot
Oscar Isaac as Two-Face/Harvey Dent
Giancarlo Esposito as Mr Freeze/Victor Fries
Viggo Mortensen as Black Mask/Roman Sionis
Jane Levy as Andrea Beaumont/The Phantasm
Adam Driver as Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane
Kevin Grevioux as Killer Croc
Laz Alonso as Bane
Doug Jones as Man-Bat/Kirk Langstrom
Peter Stormare as Clayface/Basil Karlo
Toby Jones as Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch
John Lithgow as The Ventriloquist/Arnold Wesker
Natalie Dormer as The Ventriloquist II/Peyton Riley
Dohmnall Gleeson as Hush/Thomas Elliot
Raul Esparza as Hugo Strange
Anya Taylor-Joy as Poison Ivy
Pedro Pascal as Deadshot/Floyd Lawton
Frank Grillo as Deathstroke/Slade Wilson
Finn Wittrock as Talon/William Cobb
Karl Urban as Owlman/Thomas Wayne Jr
Stephen Fry as Professor Pyg
Stephen Lang as David Cain
Daniel Radcliffe as Anarky
Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Cluemaster
Keanu Reeves as Prometheus
Ming-Na Wen as Lady Shiva
Ghassan Massoud as Ra’s Al Ghul
Nadine Njeim as Talia Al Ghul
Yasmine Al Massri as Nyssa Al Ghul
Michael Fassbender as Dr Simon Hurt
Kat Graham as Jezebel Jet/Black Glove
Christian Bale as The Batman Who Laughs
#DC#Fancasts#Batman#Batfamily#Batman Villains#Robin#Batgirl#Oracle#Nightwing#Spoiler#Dick Grayson#Tim Drake#Red Hood#Jason Todd#Barbara Gordon#Cassandra Cain#Stephanie Brown#Damian Wayne#The Joker#Harley Quinn#Two Face#The Penguin#Ra's Al Ghul#Talia AL Ghul#Catwoman#Poison Ivy#The Riddler#Mad Hatter#Lady Shiva#Deathstroke
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New Year’s Resolutions from the Rogues Gallery - 7
VII / Selina Kyle - Catwoman
1 - Get my own Stray to train, I miss being a mentor.
2 - Check on Kitrina Falcone from afar, I don’t want the kid to return to this line of business but I miss my Catgirl.
3 - Hang out more with Damian, the kid is a sweetheart.
4 - Help Eddie move to next step with Bruce, my kitten needs a little push to properly get with the Big Guy.
5 - Do the shovel talk with Bruce, not because we’re exes means he can escape it when dating my Kitten.
6 - Find a bigger hideout for Pam, Harley and I when we team-up and stay together.
7 - Steal that necklace with an emerald pendant I saw around Jezebel Jet’s neck over the Christmas gala at Wayne Manor.
8 - Get on the page with Dick and Babs: will they finally get married?
9 - Go shopping with Cassandra, that girl needs a woman who teaches her how to dress and do her makeup.
#happy new year#new year's resolutions#selina kyle#catwoman#rogues gallery#batfamily#kitrina falcone#catgirl#damian wayne#robin#edward nygma#bruce wayne#riddlebat#riddlecat#past#gotham city sirens#sirens#pamela isley#harleen quinzel#dickbabs#dick grayson#barbara gordon
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Ghostbat is absolutely sending me on multiple levels, and it’s just. It’s fascinating. The way Bruce is nearly exclusively attracted to dark and dangerous individuals is so consistent at this point, that anyone arguing against Bruce being shipped with an anti-hero/villain with “But they killed people!! Bruce would never--” is an absolute clown :)))
Didn’t Selina kill Black Mask? Also she was imprisoned for the murder of like hundreds of people at the beginning of King’s run; Bruce had no proof at the time she didn’t really do it, but he still went “Nope, actually, I’ll stick by you.” Then you have Talia, the literal mother of Bruce’s child -- who also killed multiple people. Nocturna wasn’t a saint either, that’s for sure; depending on continuity she at the very least had a murder attempt. And tbh, shoutout to her for calling Bruce out on his bullshit for being repeatedly drawn to dangerous women. Then there’s the murderous, treacherous Jezebel Jet, whom I like a lot just because Morrison had Bruce downright admit it, in Batman: R.I.P -- that he was attracted to her because of her darkness. Hell, even if you stray further to more distant love interests he’s been given, like Wonder Woman; didn’t she kill Maxwell Lord?
Bruce befriended Harvey, and then Harvey ended up a murderous villain. Bruce’s childhood friend, Tommy Elliott, ended up being a murderous villain. And now we get Minhkhoa Khan, who apparently started the whole pattern, since the guy killed his and Bruce’s master in front of him with a gun, sending Bruce in pretty much a PTSD flashback, and Bruce was still like “Oh it was self-defense? Sure!” only then to ride with Khoa into the sunset. Not to mention the fact Ghostmaker killed dozens of people in his introduction in Batman (2016) #102-105, which Bruce just entirely breezed over.
While it is funny, it’s also... deeply sad, I suppose. In The Knight, one thing that really struck me as well done was the deep sense of loneliness Bruce has. He clearly feels very alone, and wishes to have someone like him, so much so that when Khoa turns out not to be the person he wished he was, it “breaks his heart.” And later on, despite the things Khoa has said and done, Bruce’s need for connection outweighs his sense of morality or his trauma, even. If you take into account what happened with Khoa, Bruce then befriending Harvey in his first year as Batman, and having a similar thing happen, despite him trying to trust someone again -- that must’ve hurt. Hell, him being so cautious about Clark makes perfect sense, all things considered. Even if he genuinely believes Clark is inherently a good person, he can’t fully trust him, and well... [gestures vaguely to all of the above] who can blame him.
And yet he can’t help it! He keeps trying to make connections with people who he thinks might understand him, going as far as to overlook them being killers. The darkness they have speaks to his, but never fully. Bruce is such a goddamn walking tragedy, because he’s not fully hero, and he’s not fully villain... In the end, his relationships with people from either side end up in conflict over delving too far into the dark, or over Bruce not being able to climb up far enough into the light. That line he walks makes it so difficult for him to maintain relationships, even though he clearly can start them.
#needed to get this out of my system#bruce why are you this way. it makes me Feel Things#sigh#batman#bruce wayne#bruce wayne meta#ghostbat#ghostbat meta#my meta
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Music Monday
Tagged by no one.
Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @inafieldofdaisies @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @chazz-anova @cassietrn @poisonedtruth @josephseedismyfather @voidika @vampireninjabunnies-blog @detectivelokis @derelictheretic @wrathfulrook @direwombat @snake-in-the-garden and @strangefable + anyone else interested in joining.
Music below for The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters.
Below is a song that fits Charlie Emily's lament for her missing love, Mario Emmett:
Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray
"Think I'll miss you forever
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky
Later's better than never
Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive (drive), drive
I got that summertime, summertime sadness
Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh-oh
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby, you the best."
Here's a song to describe Paul Yellowjack's fall and his current mindset below:
Shadow of Myself by JT Music
"I've already been through shit
And still haven't seen how bad it gets
Crashin' their party, bash in their heads
Pick up a weapon and splatter the rest
This violence has me laughin', after makin' a massive mess
I guess, I'm past the point of saving, I'd rather end up dead!
Give in to your temptation, transcend mortality
Why let yourself be bound by mortal morality?!
Way past saving, can't be helped
Just a shadow of myself
Feel your darkness cascade over me (Cast it over me)
Make me evil, feed me hell
I'm a shadow of myself!
Swallow my soul, take control of me (Takin' over me)
Take control of me, evil molded me."
Here's a song that I think fits my original story Wings And Horns rather well. For those who don't know, Wings And Horns is about the conflict between a pair of angels and demons over the validity and reasonableness as well as moral ethics of the "soulmate system", the former pair (Archangel (of Life) Metatron and his 13-year-old rookie Angel of Death companion, Azriel) trying to preserve and fix it, while the latter pair (Xiang and Jezebel Ba'al, a father-daughter duo consisting of a Demon from the Sloth Ring in Hell and the damned soul of a 10-year-old girl) are trying to disassemble and tear it down. Song below:
Do Ya Wanna Taste It by Wig Wam
"Tear your world apart, once the magic starts
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you
Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Say I do (say I will), and put your jet in gear
Anything to get you out of here
Gotta go hit that ride to the setting sun
(Pack it up, get ahead) I gotta leave this mess behind
Gotta cruise from the blues, got a life to find
What you need, there's to read on the dotted line
Kill your self-control, welcome to the show!"
#music monday#the untitledverse#oc: mario emmett#charlie emily#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf novels#fnaf the silver eyes#far cry the silver chronicles#oc: paul yellowjack#original story#wip: wings and horns#oc: metatron#oc: azriel#oc: xiang ba'al#oc: jezebel ba'al
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I’m just saying, Grant Morrison is working REALLY hard to try and get me to believe that Bruce is head over heels for Jezebel Jet and it’s failing magnificently for the following reasons:-
There is absolutely no development of this relationship
Paul Dini is busy writing Zatanna flirting with Bruce because he’s Paul Dini.
Paul Dini is ALSO busy writing Bruce and Selina doing their thing the way they do, because Bruce and Selina.
Will Pfeifer has the Helena Kyle subplot running over in Catwoman and I’m the sort of conspiracy theorist who thinks Bruce faked that DNA test because it makes for better story (and Bruce and Selina are doing their thing over in Catwoman as they do).
Did I mention there is no development to the Bruce and Jezebel relationship, we’re just told it’s there.
I swear the person most invested in this relationship is actually Alfred, for who knows what reason.
I’m pretty sure she’s about to die tragically as she now ‘knows the secret’.
If you want me to be convinced by a romance Morrison try writing some romance.
I’m just saying, in a period where ‘Tec has Dini fleshing out complicated backstory links in a very closeknit upper class Gotham community for Hush-related reasons, and Bruce and Selina are busy flirting in both ‘Tec and Catwoman, the fact that Morrison is trying to convince me that Jezebel Jet is the love of Bruce’s life is hysterical. No, that’s Alfred being snobby, folks. Morrison’s Alfred is apparently very into matchmaking Bruce with someone appropriate to his high society background for REASONS.
Forgot one! Paul Dini, despite doing ALL the legwork at writing characters with actual motivations and attractions to Bruce and giving me convincing reasons they feel that way, still took the time to note continuity and that Bruce is into Jezebel right now. Morrison of course continues to write in a manner suggesting they are unaware that any other writer handles these characters.
#z canon read throughs#one of the base elements of a compelling romance is actually showing me why these characters like each other#and yeah sorry Morrison you appear terrible at it#oh well we’re about to solve this nonsense with some old fashioned death#Batman RIP
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Doc. Has Batman ever had a girlfriend who is African American?
hmm. I would guess that Batman/Bruce Wayne has had a lot of girlfriends, but not that many close relationships. Of those handful of close relationships a couple has been with Black women.
Dr. Shondra Kinsolving was Bruce's surgeon after he broke his back. The two ended up in a romance after he recovered.
Jezebel Jet was high society glamor girl who swept Bruce off his feet on the onset of Grant Morrison's run on Batman. Sadly, she turned out to be a villain and met a grusom end.
And Kathy Duquesne is the daughter of a gangster from the DCAU. She and Bruce became an item during his investigation of the mysterious Batwoman.
perhaps there are more, but those are the ones who come to mind.
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NCIS Reaction: Minimum Security
Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts. At a later time period, and without having seen Wench’s reaction, Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts. Comparisons may be made as a result.
“If my old man finds out I’ve been biking with you, he’ll kill us both” “I’ll get you a ride.” Sounds like they might not just have been biking, if’n ya know what I mean.
[“Don’t get your thong in a twist”]
“What if he doesn’t stop?” “Oh, he’ll stop.” Buddy, I’m not sure I’d be so certain about that
Ohhhhh, the poor bike :((((
I understand him being pissed about the bike, for real.
That doesn’t change the fact that the guy’s already dead, I bet y- [Aghhhhh’ ☠️☠️☠️ Well he ain’t gonna be wishing shit lol] WHAT DID I SAY!!! (Should I start keeping a prediction counter? I think I should. Prediction Success: 1)
[Aight imma say it. Gibbs is handsome. There I said it. Add it to my weird list] I don't get this one, but that's not much of a surprise to me these days alksdjf [Idk it’s his smile. Kinda Tom cruise-y but 🤷🏻♀️]
I love the sections of the intro belonging to Tony and Abby. His lil wave? Her lil jump? So cute.
Blegh. BLEGHHHH. “RUN THE GUT FOR ME.” BLEH.
Ducky’s assistant’s name is Gerald, btw.
If not gallbladder stones, then… Diamond smuggler?
“They’re stones, doc.” Diamonds looking possible.
Oh, come on!!! EMERALDS????
[Emeralds. Well shit]
I’m so annoyed now. I think diamonds should count. The point was there; “gemstones” was the correct answer. I just didn’t get the exact gem right. Hmph. Now I’m unhappy. You know what?! I got the gemstone part right, so. (Prediction Success: 1.5)
I also got the smuggling part right, so… (Prediction Success: 2.5)
[God I’m glad Tony brought his hair back forward. The slicked back wasn’t it.] Agree.
Tony being linguistically pedantic makes me happy; I relate
TONY BEING SO HAPPY ABOUT GOING TO CUBA MAKES ME SO HAPPY TOO!!! HIS CACKLE?!!?! MY BELOVED. [Tony is so happy] (Same Brain Cell — SBC — Count: 1)
[Sir how many times you gonna swap which way you’re wrapping that cord]
Oof, NCIS agent is involved.
“The women I date think the smell of sawdust is sexy. That’s probably why I don’t date many women.” Gibbs. Ma’am. Excuse you. Sawdust is amazing. The smell is awesome. I would not date Gibbs, but the sawdust is not the issue.
All of these characters spilling Gibbs’ coffee… damn, what a waste.
“The Navy’s giving us a priority ride today.” TONY FINALLY GETS HIS PRIVATE JET RIDE! He looks so disbelieving; he’s adorable.
Oh. Okay, apparently it’s not a private jet ride, and is very uncomfortable, but still.
OH. Apparently it is a private jet ride. HAH!
Dude, this looks like the Criminal Minds jet. [It looks like the criminal minds plane] (SBC Count: 2)
Gibbs bemoaning the comfortable seating because it’s not uncomfortable; madam, calm yourself. A little comfort will not harm you.
Poor Tony, keeps getting his hopes up about the trip, only to have them dashed. Then again, the last times this happened, things were then better than he expected, so maybe he’ll get his horseback riding et al. after all!
Okay, I suppose I should have said: Oof, NCIS agent might be involved.
NO BUT TONY PULLING UP THE AIRPLANE STATS ON THE TOUCHSCREEN IS SO RELATABLE; I DO THAT ALL THE TIME. Whenever I fly (very rare occurrence), I always stare at the air temperature and watch it change alsdkjf. Gibbs actually looked vaguely annoyed-but-endeared, and I approve.
“Anthony DiNozzo” Whoa, we’re being fancy
[HES CHEESING SO HARD. i can’t even]
[I love her hair cut]
I know she said “there’s a map in it”, but my subtitles got cut off and it reads “there’s a man in it”
Y’all are really not being subtle, ngl.
“So, is there something going down that I should know about?” SEE?!?!?!
Wow, they were even more unsubtle than I thought.
[I half-remember this one]
That scene change was… abrupt.
I like Tony’s shirt.
Are Kate and Tony gonna bicker over room placement
I KNEW IT. (Prediction Success: 3.5)
Kate saying Tony’s sexist in past episodes and also being the character who pulls the “I’m a woman” excuse more often than anyone to get her way
[I love Abby]
Are they still bickering over room placement
Please tell me Gibbs takes the room they were fighting over
WHAT DID I SAY; HE REALLY WENT AND DID THAT! I’M ON A ROLL (Adding two becuase they were still bickering over room placement btw. Prediction Success: 5.5) [He took the bed with the bath I love it] (SBC Count: 3)
[Tony. You child. I love it]
IGUANAAAAAA. [Oh man, iguana] (SBC Count: 4)
Poor Tony aksdjflkasjdf. Pulling his gun on the iguana. [HALT]
To be fair, if I woke up with a strange lizard on my pillow, two inches away from sleep-clogged eyes, I might flip out too. Especially since it was hissing.
[The wink at the fact Tony sleeps in the nude, though. Kate! You dog!]
Kinda poor Benjamin, but also. He seems annoying.
I love Abby’s choker. And her gloves. (My brother bought my sister fingerless gloves and didn’t get me any and now I’m left mourning what could have been.). Abby’s are still cooler than my sister’s though.
I know this dude… OH. HE’S THE MUSEUM CURATOR IN THE MUMMY ISN’T HE
Tony being followed by the iguana saldkfj
[That iguana staring him down. He like what he saw in bed lol]
“Might want to keep that door shut; iguanas’ve been known to wander inside”. Yes. Tony knows.
[Tony’s whole damn looks change with his hairstyles]
I love the word “rapport”
“Did I say both of you?” “Well, you didn’t not say both of us.” “She’s kinda got a point there, boss.” The Kate-and-Tony-versus-Gibbs interaction I always knew we needed.
btw, Tony calling Gibbs “boss” is adorable
Ooh, Gibbs, why you having Kate stay, huh?
Did. Did they just randomly time-skip from him leaving to him coming back? I’m confused. [Did the video time skip… did it go from Tony leaving to Tony being back] (SBC Count: 5)
[Lord Tony’s gonna be out there dancing ☠️]
“Shane.” “Who’s Shane?” “Alan Ladd.” “Who’s Alan Ladd?” BUDDY
“Why aren’t you praying?” Don’t assume, Ka- WHAT DID I SAY. “I’m Presbyterian.”
IS HE ASKING ABOUT SHANE- I LOVE IT
“Oh, you young people don’t know what good movies are.” Speaking as a person on the younger end of the gamut while still having been raised on classics, I can attest that modern audiences have suffered in movie quality. In my opinion, at least.
“‘Splat’ isn’t violent?” Love you, Tony.
“Are you here to check me out?” Flirtatiously: “Define ‘checking out.’” I SEE YOU, TONY
Buddy’s not even subtle rn, is he? That was blatant flirtation.
[Tony. You blew that one]
I feel like pulling out Paula has some serious risks attached. Yeah, she might be dirty, but she might not be, and her rapport is being screwed up as a result.
Tony playing the desperate flirt at the bar over here.
[She came back]
“If you don’t like me, then why do you keep coming over here for refills.” “I like the game.”. “Me too.” ngl, really hoping she’s not corrupt because the banter is decent. And since McGee isn’t in this one, I’ve gotta take the repartee where I can get it.
BUDDY GETS HIS DANCEEEE. Tony, I’m so proud.
OOP- That spin was slick; Tony, I commend you
— — —
Stopping here because we’re at a scene change for the midpoint reaction!
I confess I’ve not much to say… It very much annoys me that this show has been very guilty-until-proven-innocent, without many instances where that changes; I mean, just from what springs to mind, there was the episode where the group was convinced the kid committed suicide; the naval folks were taking drugs; and now this, the ep where they’re all assuming that Cassidy is dirty from the fact that the vic had her (his coworker’s) male in her care. They always assume, even when it’s illogical to do so, that the obvious is factual. And I think that’s part of why I keep making predictions to the contrary, tbh. I want them to be wrong because I want them to face their illogic each time, instead of getting lucky. (But, I recognize, sometimes they’ll be right even if their logic isn’t sound, so I guess that’s fair.). Anyway, I want Cassidy to be innocent because of that, even if it doesn’t make sense given the story, but I’m not making that a prediction.
Mourning McGee’s absence; appreciating Kate and Tony, and Gibbs is not bad. On we go!
— — —
I’m cringing just thinking about swallowing those emeralds; they look sharp.
Okay, I’m sorry, but I’m vaguely suspicious of museum-curator-translater dude. Like, ever since I saw Shutter, where Ben’s lying to Jane about what the photo shaman dude was saying? I never trust that translators are adequately conveying the message. Call me cynical, but ‘tis true.
Tony dancing with Cassidy is so cute, I’m sorry.
Damn, Gibbs, be even more blunt about it why don’t you; that wasn’t harsh enough
Iffy acting, but I can’t tell if it’s actress or character
She really shouldn’t just hand over her apartment keys, I’m reasonably confident.
Tony looks vaguely conflicted about having to search Cassidy’s apartment
IGUANA. [IGUANA] (Damn, that one was blatant; SBC Count: 6)
“You were so excited coming to Cuba and riding on the jet” It’s true, Kate, he was adorably excited.
“You were the first woman I saw on my ‘endorphin high.’” “Yeah, well. We work together, Tony. It’s like a brother-sister thing.” Ma’am clearly has not seen any of the countless films, shows, fics, and irl interactions that feature in-office romances.
WAIT NO I’M AN IDIOT; SHE HAD AN IN-OFFICE ROMANCE?!?!?! IN THE PILOT?!!??! MA’AM, WDYM?!?!
“You might wanna take that chip of your shoulder” Oh, of course, no problem; of course it’s okay that you searched my mail and my apartment and so on. Not a difficulty at all.
“He blew his chance to get laid” Oh, come on, Cassidy, it’s not Tony’s fault. [He blew his chance to get laid. Poor Tony ☠️] (SBC Count: 7)
Oh, are we back to terrorists again? How. Unique. [TERRORISTTTTS] (Okay, that counts. SBC Count: 8)
Gibbs once again being vinegar-not-honey.
DAMN ABBY YOU’RE EXPENSING A LOT I SEE [Abby ☠️☠️ racking up a bill] (SBC Count: 9)
Tony’s hair is floppy.
Did he notice that she had “Escada” perfume?
I KNEW IT. (Prediction Success: 6.5)
“Horizontal salsa” alksdjf ["Horizontal salsa"] (SBC Count: 10)
I reallyyyyy want Cassidy to be good now that they’re giving Tony so much shit for caring about her. [Tony’s done got smitten over one dance. Buddy. 💕 *sigh*]
“Romance between agents, Kate. It never works.” Sir, shush. Even if you’re speaking from experience, that proves nothing. You’re not exactly easy to get along with. [And the romance between agents never working is coming off as an asshole rule/thought. BUT HE ISN'T WRONG AS FAR AS THE SHOW GOES]
I know my comment about the translations was about museum-curator-guy, but I maintain that it counts as half a prediction success since Sa’id was doing exactly that: not translating the whole conversation. (Prediction Success: 7)
Abby and Ducky, again; I love you both.
[Ducky’s mother!]
DUCKYYYYY. OMG, SIR!?!?!? YOU’RE HILARIOUS, YOU SCANDALOUS DOG! [You… dog? 👀] (SBC Count: 11)
[Easter eggs ☠️☠️]
“My cursor has moved across places that would make Tony blush.” Not Tony looking appraising!
IGUANA.
Protective!Tony is adorable.
Jeez, Gibbs, be harsher why don’t you; that wasn’t enough.
Cassidy, I stuck up for you, and now you be mean to Tony? To make yourself look good? Once again, these people need to stop tearing down their fellows as a means of increasing their own status. I’m actually getting annoyed again by this. [Tonyyyyyyy ☹️☹️☹️ “He bought my act.” I hateeee the sad tony eps. There’s a few. Be prepared.] (Does this count as SBC?)
Poor Tony. [Poor Tony. “She’s good.” Tony’s face. Ya I agree 💔💔] (That does. SBC Count: 12)
“Eyes always give you away” Poor Tony :( [Sass tony! Get her GET HER (Eyes always give ya away)] (SBC Count: 13)
[And she has the AUDACITY to look at him like a kicked puppy] Like I said. Don’t be mean to your allies to make yourself look good.
I. Do not trust this. I’m waiting for her to pull an Elizabeth-from-24 and not go along with the plan. Get pissed and try to kill him, or screw up the plan.
Tbh, I’m glad that didn’t happen. I didn’t appreciate it in 24 (only partly because it was Misha who got attacked as a result), and I wouldn’t have appreciated it here.
“There. Right there.” I didn’t realize this was Legally Blonde: the Musical.
I’m impressed he didn’t notice the wire yet.
Did I mention, yet? Poor Tony.
This situation was astoundingly mishandled, ngl. [Damn plan backfired]
[Well the back fire backfired also] Literally lakdsfj
Poor Tony :((( [Tonyyyyy] (I’m counting that one too. SBC Count: 14)
I appreciate Kate trying to help Tony.
Also, just saying, Tony is quite dashing in the suit.
TONY. HE FINALLY GOT TO SHOW OFF THE TECHNOLOGY TO SOMEONE WHO APPRECIATED IT!!! My goodness, he’s so adorable.
[Well his smile’s back at least.]
And that’s a wrap!
– – –
For the endpoint reaction… Be warned that I’m writing this with a killer headache (hah, pun unintended), so I’m not sure it’s 100% coherent, and it might be a bit short.
I’m glad that Cassidy wasn’t involved because, as I’ve said, they’ve got a bad habit of having snap judgements they make at the beginning be right all the way through to the end. Unfortunately, this was about the most logical snap judgement of the series thus far, so I’m also vaguely annoyed it wasn’t right. I’m deciding to wash my hands of it because it’s not like the characters will actually learn, but oh, well.
The writing was decent, I suppose? Highly, highly lost as to how the hell emerald smuggling turned into terrorists again, but… I’ve given up on trying to track it. I will say: there’s a slight possibility that reacting simultaneously to the ep is causing me not to notice stuff? Or to track the plot? But I doubt it. I’m still good with Dark Angel, after all, and following it is easy. But I guess I’ll just wait until we watch something else to decide; I legitimately cannot be sure whether the bad writing would be a little better if I were just watching it straight. (Pretty sure not though.)
Gibbs was an asshole again, but not enough that I’m currently fuming about it, I suppose. Kate was good; I liked her. Abby and Ducky continue to be awesome. McGee was notably missing, which is sad, but oh, well.
Summary of this ep: Tony deserved better.
Final thoughts as I type the end of this reaction: The chances I don't write something about this ep… Low.
#ncis#ncis reactions#reactions#episode reactions#leroy jethro gibbs#kate todd#tony dinozzo#abby scuito#donald mallard#s01e08#minimum security#wench (pr)
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