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Khalil X Reader
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Summary: Based on the black lightning series. In short, you and khalil are bestfriends and attend high school together. One day, Khail makes a risky decision by asking you out. (Contains kiss scenes but nothing too explicit😭)
Requested: no
Imagine type: A y/n Story, oneshot
Characters: Y/n( insert your name), Keisha, Khalil a.ka Jordan Calloway, Jennifer,
Y/n pov:
As I checked my phone, I noticed the time was 7:30am and school starts at 8:00am. I got up and did my morning routine and quickly got dressed. I texted khalil and asked him to pick me up because I'd have no time to drive myself to school. I grabbed a granola bar along with my backpack and headed out of the door.
Text between y/n and khalil:
Khalil: y/n im here, come outside
Y/n: ok, on my way out now
I quickly responded to the message and walked to the car. "Yo wassup y/n" khail spoke. "Hey khalil how are you?" Y/n asked. "I'm doing good now that you're here" khalil responded flashing his beautiful smile at me. Trying to hide my smile, I turned away facing the window. I had been crushing on Khalil for some time now but I could never bring myself to tell him. After about 15 minutes, the car came to a complete stop. "We're here y/n" khalil said calmly. I grabbed my backpack from the backseat and prepared to get out of the car. "Thanks khalil" I told him. "No problem" he responded. We both got out of the car and gave each other a side hug and parted ways to go to our classes. As I was walking, I met up with my friends Keisha and Jennifer who snickered and gave me looks.
Jen pov: Me and Keisha watched as y/n got out of the car with khalil. "You think they like each other?" I asked Keisha smirking. "Most likely, y/n always blushes and acts shy around khalil" she responded. "I wouldn't be suprised if he was giving her that-" I cut Keisha off. "Heyyy now i think we've heard enough". Y/n came over to us and we greeted her with hugs. "Girl we seen you getting out of the car with khalil" Keisha said smiling. "You like him don't you?" I asked. "No... well maybe." Y/n said looking off to the side smiling. Just as I was about to speak, the bell rang for us to go to class. "Ooh come on before we be late" Keisha said pulling us both with her.
*time skip to after school*
Time: 3:30pm
Khalil pov: As i made my way to the gym, all I could think of was y/n. Her smile and beautiful eyes were the only thing on my mind. We became bestfriends as kids and are both 16 years old. I've had a crush on her for the longest but I never told her. Today will be the day I finally confess my love to her. I was the only one in the gym at the moment so, I took off my shirt and changed into my gym shorts and began to work on the treadmill.
Y/n pov: 30 minutes passed by as I walked to the gym to try and find khalil. I mean after all he was my ride home. As I walked through the gym doors I spotted khalil shirtless with sweat glistening on his body. "Hey y/n my bad I got a little caught up in my workout" khalil said. "You're fine khalil" i respondes. "Wait you think I'm fine?" Khalil said smirking. "I didn't mean like that" I said smiling. Who am I kidding I do think he's fine and sexy but he doesn't have to know that. "Can I talk to you about something?" Khalil asked nervously. "Yeah sure" I told him. We stood across from each other as I listened to him talk. "We've been bestfriends since we were six and over time I started having different feelings for you. Honestly I like everything about you and I'd love to have the opportunity to call you mine. So, with that being said will you be my girlfriend?" Khalil asked. "Yeah I'd like that" I said blushing and looking to the side. All of a sudden khalil came closer to me and moved my face back towards him so that we both made eye contact. As he held my face, he leaned in closer pecking my lips. I leaned closer and began to slowly kiss his lips. We both pulled away and headed to the car.
(Imagine its you and khalil at the top)
*timeskip*
"Thanks for dropping me off at home Khalil" I said. "No problem my princess" he responded. When I got in the house, I prepared for dinner and talked to khalil afterwards. We talked on the phone until we both decided to go to sleep.
-A/N( authors note) this is my first imagine I've written and I honestly enjoyed writing this 🥰if you want me to make a part two of this let me know in the comments. Excuse any errors and Thank you for reading!
#khalilxreader#Jordan Calloway imagines#boyxgirl#black lightning#imagines#wattpad#friends to lovers#writing trope#jordan calloway#michael b jordan#jennifer pierce#fine black men#fire country#cw network#fluff#painkiller black lightning#china anne mcclain#nafessa williams#cress williams
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Jordan Calloway as Khalil Payne/Pain Killer from Black Lightning?
#jordan calloway painkiller Khalil Payne Black Lightning#jordan calloway#painkiller#Khalil Payne#Black Lightning#icons#avatares#femininos#masculinos
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#Black Lightning#black lightning cw#khalil payne#Painkiller#dc#dcedit#dc edit#jordan calloway#arrowverse
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Painkiller ➪
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝! ☀︎︎
Peter Gambi ➪
𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ⌨︎
𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍➪
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1. A proper ending for the Arrowverse
Seeing how neither Warner nor The CW have any interest left in the Arrowverse, it would be nice to honor the decade of storytelling by giving it a proper ending. And with that I don’t mean the Finale of „The Flash“, because this is the Finale of „The Flash“, and nobody wants a „Star Trek: Enterprise“-Situation - the Finale of „The Flash“ should just end the story of Barry Allen and all the other characters, who were part of the show in the last nine years.
What they should do is giving the whole Universe aka Earth Prime a Finale, by doing a lost Crossover Event and this time as a Mini-Series of its own.
Given the situation they would have to resolve the Cliffhangar of „Legends of Tomorrow“ to start with, then they could go on to „Batwoman“ resolving that teaser, then tying up all those loose „Green Arrow and the Canaries“-Ends, and giving us a little bit of closure to „Painkiller“. And after all of that is done, Oliver returns as the Spectre and tells us there is a big threat coming and everyone unites for one last time. No Universe Ending Event, please, let Earth Prime live and blosom, maybe just seal it of from the rest of the Muliverse or don’t even do that, just let everyone have their happy ending.
Let this be like „Crisis on Infinite Earths“ only bigger and more final. Bring back everyone, who could not be back before. Let the Paragons unite for one last time, reintroduce the Multiverse, let us say goodbye to characters like Slade Wilson or John Constantine because we never got a chance to before. Since it’s the end, Warner could just allow everyone in there, maybe even Batman. Have Kate Kane team up with Ryan Wilder, Clark Kent with Kara Danvers, have Lois Lane and Iris West-Allen write a story together, let Diggle use the Green Lantern Ring, bring in Blue Beetle, finally show us a big version of the Legion of Super Heroes, let everyone just have fun. Give us closure.
This is the dream, the reality is that the Arrowverse won’t get a proper Finale, we will get the Finle of „The Flash“ and that’s it. Even if „Justice U“ ends up happening and taking place on Earth Prime and not the „Superman & Lois“-Earth after all, we still won’t get that Finale, we will just get that show instead, with „Legends of Tomorrow“ and „Batwoman“ still without endings, and all those danglers from „Green Arrow and the Canaries“ and „Painkiller“ still unresolved. Because Warner decided that we don’t deserve an ending and that the only superhero anyone is interested in is Batman.
That is the world we live in, and therefore the dream is just that: A dream of a world, where being a fan means people value you, and not that they use you until you are not worthy of even that anymore.
#Arrowverse#More Top 100 Storylines we never got to see#Arrow#The Flash#legends of tomorrow#supergirl#Batwoman#Black Lightning#The Flash Season 9#green arrow and the canaries#Painkiller#final crisis
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black lightning let me down with how the execution at times but i loved how they met and how dedicated they both were and that adorable ass proposal in bed. ill forever love anissa and grace—especially the version you expanded on with your fics, just EXCELLENT. miss them!!
Thanks anon!! 🙏🏼
And I agree, the Thundergrace of it all was sweet and pretty good (esp compared to a lot of other canon wlw content) but the show itself just went into arrowverse bad effects hell in the end 🥲 I still contend that the first season of BL is the highest quality writing, filming, and acting of any CW superhero show they ever had. By season four… they had Anissa and Grace go on a cgi vacation 🥲
#asks#black lightning#will never forgive them for using the thundergrace honeymoon to backdoor a painkiller pilot 🫠
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49. “Who hurt you?”. Please.
Lightning flashes. The wind drives rain into the windows by the bucketful. The world outside is a blur, all the city lights in the night blending into a watery mess. To anyone else, it might even be beautiful, even if it is Gotham.
Tim scowls and draws the throw blanket around his shoulders tighter. It’s not beautiful; it’s stupid and annoying and loud. It’s the middle of the night, and the thunder keeps rattling him down to the bones, and Cass is out there somewhere wrangling the Penguin, and Tim is stuck on his ass on the sofa in a haze of painkillers and frustration.
The TV blares on, news coverage that doesn’t actually tell him anything about what he wants to know. He’s supposed to be resting, but resting just makes him antsy. Even with the meds, his ankle hurts, a dull throb radiating up his whole leg, and all the bruises on his back and ribs ache.
Another flash of lightning lights up the room, bright as day. Tim glares at the TV as if it can quell the storm. A low rumble of thumber rolls through the sky, distant and ominous. Then, closer—
CRACKABOOM!
The lamp on the table flickers; the TV blacks out for a second. Tim sucks in a breath. If the power goes out, he swears…
He glances at his phone again. Nothing—Cassie stopped texting back and went to bed hours ago. Even Bart is asleep. Just great.
Lightning flashes—
There’s a shape on the balcony, a tall, dark silhouette reaching for the door. Light glints from its eyes, focused directly on Tim.
Adrenaline surges through Tim’s body. He scrambles away from the back of the couch, grabbing for the collapsible staff on the side table. His right ankle can’t take any weight, but he—
Oh. Wait.
Kon lets himself in silently, hovering an inch or so off the floor. He’s completely dry. The door slides shut with a hiss behind him, and the locks click back into place on their own.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re worse than Bruce,” Tim groans. The adrenaline fades as fast as it came, and his busted ankle sends a wave of nauseating pain up his leg as he sinks back down, wincing. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.”
Still, his heart lifts. Kon’s been in space for two weeks; he said he’d probably be back in three, so this is a pleasant surprise. Tim’s missed him.
Kon drifts around the sofa, oddly quiet. Tim looks up at him and sees that Kon’s studying his ankle, then examining his ribs; the distant look in his eyes is a dead giveaway that he’s looking through Tim, X-ray vision and all. There’s an unnerving stillness to him, and Tim frowns.
Kon settles next to him. Leans in, cups his chin. Turns his face to the light. Tim almost winces again; the bruise on his jaw is still swollen, even though he’s been icing it. Kon’s hand, by contrast, is delightfully warm. He leans into his touch with a sigh, letting his tired eyes close.
“…Who hurt you?” Kon finally asks, his voice dangerously calm. Something in the set of his shoulders makes him look unnervingly like Superman.
Tim’s mood sours. He doesn’t want to think about his mistakes right now. “Some of Penguin’s goons,” he mutters, tugging his blanket around himself again. “It was my own fault. I got cocky. And before you try to go be all scary at them, Cass is already kicking their asses, so don’t bother.”
Kon’s quiet for a moment. Then he sighs, scrubbing his free hand over his face, and all the tension in his body drains away. He doesn’t look like a terrifying alien juggernaut contemplating holy vengeance anymore; he just looks tired.
“I leave for two weeks—not even two weeks! Twelve days!—and come back to you in pieces,” he complains. His TTK wraps around Tim’s waist and hips, then down to his thighs, like a harness. He lifts Tim into his lap, keeping his leg stable, and gently wraps his arms around him. He presses his face into Tim’s neck, and Tim tucks his nose into his hair. He smells like the rain.
“I’m not in pieces,” Tim says belatedly, winding his arms around Kon’s neck. He’s missed this. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Your ankle is, to use the technical term, fuckenated, and you have two cracked ribs,” Kon says. His lips brush Tim’s collarbone.
“My ankle will be fine after a few weeks. And cracked doesn’t mean broken.” Tim slips his arms under Kon’s jacket, curls them into the fabric of his suit, warm from his body. It’s a lot easier to relax now, in Kon’s arms. “I’ll be fine.”
Kon blows out a breath. He presses a warm, tender kiss to the pulse point just below Tim’s ear, lingering. His lips are soft, Tim’s pulse fluttering under his skin, and a pleasant little shiver runs down Tim’s spine.
“I missed you,” Kon says quietly. I was worried about you, and it looks like I was right to be, he doesn’t say. I always worry when I leave you. Like you always worry when you leave me.
Tim tightens his fingers in the back of his suit. “I missed you, too.” He doesn’t need to say that he can handle himself, that he’s made of tough stuff, that he’s had worse and bounced back just fine. Kon knows. That’s why Kon didn’t say he was worried, even though they both know he was.
Besides, between the two of them, Tim’s not the one who’s gone off and died before, so there. That always puts an end to the conversation they aren’t having, in Tim’s mind. Lightning flashes outside; the thunderclap is loud enough that Tim winces, and poor Kon flinches in his arms.
“Must’ve been a long flight. You look exhausted,” Tim says, pressing a kiss into Kon’s hair.
“Yeah, and you should be asleep,” Kon murmurs, brushing his lips against Tim’s jaw. “It’s late.”
Tim shrugs halfheartedly. He should have gone to bed forever ago, yeah, but why do that when he could sit here, stare at the news, and seethe at the storm?
Bed doesn’t sound nearly as bad now that Kon’s back, though. He sighs, takes one hand from Kon’s back to twine his fingers into his curls. The shaved fuzz on the back of Kon’s head is soft under his palm.
“I was waiting for you to come home and carry me to bed,” he says. A tiny, wry half-smile tugs at his mouth. “Since, y’know, my ankle is fuckenated.”
Kon’s lips twitch against his neck. “Well, when you put it that way,” he says, and shifts Tim in his arms as he floats them both into the air. “Your carriage awaits.”
“Mm,” Tim agrees. It’s his turn to tuck his face into Kon’s neck. “…I’m glad you’re back.”
Kon lets out a soft sigh. “Yeah,” he agrees, leaning his cheek against Tim’s hair. “Me too.”
#rimi writes#astranova13#timkon#maybe ill neaten this up tomorrow and do something more with it. for now................ sleeby#tim#kon
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Dani Miranda x Reader
Imagine: You wake up in the middle of the night, a bruised Dani Miranda in front of your door.
warnings: fluff, black eyes and bruises
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Awakened by a loud thunder, you wake up. The temperature in your room is muggy and oppressive, you can hardly breathe. The window panes reflect the lightning over the city. You sigh.
You turn to your bedside table and take a sip of water from your glass. As you put it down, you glance at the neon numbers on your alarm clock. 11.38 p.m. It's going to be a long night.
You wake up again. This time it is not because of the thunderstorm, which has turned into a soothing downpour over the hours, but because of a distant ringing. Maybe it was just a bell in your dream. Ring. Ring. Nope, real life. Who else is awake at this hour? You sigh again and straighten up. As you put your feet on the floor and search for your slippers, you glance at the clock. 2.56 a.m.
On your way out of your bedroom, you put on your dressing gown as you walk and run your fingers dreamily along the wall of the room until you finally hit the switch for the light. As the lamps for the corridor and the living area switch on, you are dazzled and curse softly. You check again that the bucket for all emergencies is next to the pull-out couch before you take the last steps to the door. It wouldn't be the first time that former school friends and family members stayed at your place after partying at the club nearby.
Ring. Ring.
"Jesus Christ." You roll your eyes aggressively. "Sorry I‘m not faster at this hour!" You unlock the locks and turn the doorknob. As you carefully open the door and look up from below, you are surprised.
"Dani?!"
The brunette stands in front of you in a fancy black designer dress. And she's bleeding.
"Shit Dani, what have they done to you?" You look in shock at her black eye and the wounds on her face.
"I didn't know exactly where to go and then I remembered you live in Vienna ... and now I'm here. I shouldn't have come here, sorry. It was stupid."
"Well, you're already here and you've already woken me up. Now come in, knowing you, you have no time to waste." You pull her into the flat by one hand and close the door. Dani looks at you nervously. "I was going to check in with you after what happened in Zurich, but-" "How bad from one to five is it? Are you being followed, are you in bad trouble or 'just' an unpleasant confrontation?" You interrupt her as you walk towards the bathroom. She follows you and looks down at the floor in shame. "An unpleasant confrontation."
You open the medical kit in the mirror and take out bandages, plasters, alcohol to disinfect and painkillers. "Here, sit down." You flip the lid on the toilet and point to it as you soak a pad with alcohol.
"You-you don't have to do this." Dani's tired voice rings out in the sound of the bathroom.
"I know I'm not a super agent. But even kids in kindergarten have scrapes that need to be treated all the time." Dani smiles gratefully and then winces in pain as she moves her face too much. "Hold still." You step closer to her and place the bandages against the windowsill. In one hand you hold the cotton wool to disinfect, with the other you brush her messy hair out of her face and gently turn her head. She puts her hand on the wrist of your hand. After a short silence and the occasional hiss of pain, you clear your throat.
"What happened?" You ask quietly, as if that would cause her to tell you more.
Dani helplessly whispers your name. "You know I can't tell you that."
"CIA business, I see." You twist the bottle of alcohol shut and throw the used cotton bits into the bin. You now stick plasters on her wounds and have to concentrate very hard on them so as not to get lost in her eyes.
"You know what, actually I don't understand anything. I hate it. I hate that I don't get to see you much. I hate that most of the time I can only see you when you're hurting and need help. I hate that every time I hear the news, I'm scared that I'm going to hear that CIA agents have been killed. That I can't even hear once in a while if you're still alive and how you're doing. I hate that I can't call you when I've had a bad day. I hate that I can never celebrate good news with you. I hate that I can't forget you. But most of all, I hate that I can't hate you for it."
Dani looks at you with an open mouth, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She straightens up as you frantically pack the medical supplies. "I- I-" She whimpers and looks ashamed at the floor. "Um," she gulps, "I'm losing blood." "Damn it!" You immediately drop everything and catch her as you notice her collapse.
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"That beautiful dress." You whine softly, preparing it for a wash. You haven't been able to sleep yet - after the first aid, cleaning blood and all the adrenaline, you've lost all sense of tiredness...or at least suppressed it.
"It was Louis Vuitton." You turn quickly to the voice and look at Dani in surprise. "Oh god, my heart!." You blurt, reaching for your heart. You take a couple of steps towards the bed. "How are you?"
"I've been better-" you take a breath to say something "but I've also been worse." You nod, half-convinced, and sit down on the edge of the bed. "I should hope so, this is my bed you're lying in after all." You joke.
"And I'm extremely grateful to you for that." Dani takes your hand. "I mean it. Thank you." Her black eye and wounds - now covered with zoo animal plasters - mark her otherwise elegant and soft face.
"You're welcome." You squeeze her hand and notice a loose plaster. You gently run your hand over it, then stroke her chin with your hand. You've really memorised the feel of her skin. You slide a little closer.
"I don't work for the CIA anymore. Today was my last assignment." Dani whispers, still holding your hand, trying to control her breathing while you are so close.
"What?" You look at her in disbelief. "No more being an agent?"
"Kind of. I'm not incredibly popular there at the moment. So we have a deal. And-" She closes her eyes briefly for courage. "It's getting time to settle down and, who knows, I might want to start a family."
You grin uncontrollably and slowly but surely brush against Dani's lips. "I'm sorry about that, for you and your career." Dani laughs and shakes her head carefully. "No you're not."
You bite your lips lightly as you practically hover over her lips. "No, I'm not. I'm done hating. Today is love." Dani pushes you away and holds her hands over her face as she laughs heartily. "Did you just recite a Tiktok sound? You're crazy."
"And how I am." You fling yourself onto the bed and turn your head in her direction.
"How lucky I was to never forget you." Dani pulls your face towards her with both hands and kisses you passionately.
You break your kiss and stroke her cheek with your thumb. "No unannounced departures?"
#the gray man imagine#dani miranda x reader#dani miranda x you#ana de armas imagine#ana de armas x you#dani miranda imagine#the gray man fanfiction
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The 90s Song Ever - Round 1 Results
Hello y'all it's me again!! We have collectively suffered through the first month of this tournament, slicing the 256-song bracket clean in half and experiencing tremendous pain. Unfortunately it is late now and I'm sleepy, so the anticipated start of Round 2 is postponed til tomorrow - keep your eyes peeled for polls! Until then... good night.
Expand to see the results of Round 1! Songs in green will be moving onto the next stage, songs in red have been banished to the shadow realm.
Side A1
Midlife Crisis vs When You Sleep
Emotions vs Barbie Girl
Sugar Kane vs Firestarter
More Than Words vs Born Slippy
Sabotage vs Wonderwall
November Rain vs I Want It That Way
Losing My Religion vs Kiss Of Life
Stratford-On-Guy vs Grace, Too
Shitlist vs Freak On A Leash
Blue (Da Ba Dee) vs Doll Parts
Peaches vs Bulls On Parade
All Star vs Flagpole Sitta
Push It vs The Distance
I Could Fall In Love vs Blue Monday
Two Princes vs Bitch
End of the Road vs The Private Psychedelic Reel
Sour Times vs Sober
1979 vs Constant Craving
Now That We Found Love vs Sunburn
Loverman vs Wakko's America
Around The World vs Lightning Crashes
Believe vs Nothing Compares 2 U
Pepper vs Windowlicker
Fly vs Law & Order Theme
Black Hole Sun vs Sex and Candy
Animal Nitrate vs Unfinished Sympathy
No Rain vs The Rain
Free Your Mind vs My Heart Will Go On
Du Hast vs The X-Files Theme
C'est la Vie vs Fear Of The Dark
Supersonic vs Deceptacon
Running in the 90s vs The Tourist
Side A2
Beetlebum vs Are You That Somebody
Sway vs River Of Deceit
Hunger Strike vs Who Will Save Your Soul?
Generator vs Bills, Bills, Bills
Doo Wop (That Thing) vs Finally
Tearin' Up My Heart vs Silence Kid
Enter Sandman vs Everybody (Backstreet's Back)
Boombastic vs I'll Be There For You
Yakko's World vs To Be With You
Cotton Eye Joe vs Amish Paradise
Nuthin' But A "G" Thang vs Basket Case
Dagger vs Seven
Rebel Girl vs Groove is in the Heart
Baby Got Back vs Hallelujah
Only Happy When It Rains vs Say You'll Be There
U Can't Touch This vs How Bizarre
Nancy Boy vs Cornflake Girl
Affirmation vs Don't Walk Away
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air vs The Boy Is Mine
Scatman (Ski-Ba-Bop-Ba-Dop-Dop) vs Juicy
Buddy Holly vs Closing Time
Pony vs Wynona's Big Brown Beaver
Pretend We're Dead vs All I Wanna Do
Santeria vs Send Me On My Way
Birdhouse In Your Soul vs That Don't Impress Me Much
Vogue vs Brain Stew/Jaded
Kiss Me vs These Are Days
MMMBop vs Black
Genie In A Bottle vs Bullet With Butterfly Wings
Tank! (Cowboy Bebop opening theme) vs Smells Like Nirvana
Mind Playing Tricks On Me vs (Everything I Do) I Do It For You
Friday I'm In Love vs Would?
Side B1
Everlong vs Only Wanna Be With You
California Love vs Fall At Your Feet
Glory Box vs Man In The Box
Livin' la Vida Loca vs Are You Gonna Go My Way
What's Up vs If Only
Personal Jesus vs Everybody Hurts
The World I Know vs Glycerine
Semi-Charmed Life vs You Get What You Give
I'm Too Sexy vs Amor Prohibido
Rhythm Of The Night vs Heaven or Las Vegas
Heart Shaped Box vs In the Aeroplane over the Sea
Everything Must Go vs Insane in the Brain
Tornado of Souls vs Rabbit in Your Headlights
My Own Summer (Shove It) vs Ice Ice Baby
Californication vs Crush On You
Clown vs No Scrubs
Bitter Sweet Symphony vs Say My Name
Waterfalls vs Cowboys from Hell
Army of Me vs Tomorrow
Adam's Song vs Self Esteem
Under The Bridge vs None Of Your Business
No More Tears vs Roll The Bones
Black Or White vs Pure Morning
Stay (I Missed You) vs Lump
Girls and Boys vs De Música Ligera
Waking Up vs Be Aggressive
Can I Kick It? vs You Oughta Know
Canned Heat vs Your Woman
Cannonball vs Always Be My Baby
Painkiller vs Even Flow
Goldeneye vs Tubthumping
Steal My Sunshine vs I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)
Side B2
Closer vs Sorted For E's and Wizz
Bring It All Back vs Loser
Wannabe vs Jesus Christ Pose
Kiss From A Rose vs Nothing Else Matters
Killing in the Name vs That's The Way Love Goes
Pokemon Theme (Gotta Catch 'Em All) vs Ordinary World
Song of Storms vs Estoy Aquí
The World Is Not Enough vs I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone
Criminal vs Real Love
Enjoy the Silence vs Plush
This Is Halloween vs Spooky Scary Skeletons
Fade Into You vs I Will Always Love You
Istanbul (Not Constantinople) vs Iris
Been Caught Stealing vs Virtual Insanity
I Wish vs No Diggity
Torn vs Common People
Gangsta's Paradise vs Detachable Penis
What Is Love vs The Sign
Linger vs Ironic
Venus as a Boy vs Lover, You Should've Come Over
100% Pure Love vs Macarena (Bayside Boys remix)
Violet vs Sugar
Spongebob Squarepants Theme vs ...Baby One More Time
Loaded vs Creep
The Kids Aren't Alright vs One In A Million
Right Here, Right Now vs Bruise Violet
Killing Me Softly With His Song vs Lovefool
Jump Around vs Jump
Don't Speak vs Spit It Out
Intergalactic vs Dreams
Say It Ain't So vs Smells Like Teen Spirit
Poison vs Rid of Me
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Painkiller training in black lightning🥰
Ps. If you haven't seen it yet you can binge watch it on Netflix
Credits: @thejcfanclub on tiktok
#jordan calloway#khalil payne#daniel kaluuya#black panther 2#wakanda forever#painkiller#boxing#blueface#anime gif#anime and manga#painkiller black lightning#michael b jordan
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My future husband and he do not even know. Yes, I am speaking that into the universe.
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◈ @goldenfists [ ⋯ ] Closed Starter : Post arcane .
The dreary rainfall fell outside, which had since taken care of the smoke and chaos that had lingered after the explosion in the council chambers. Her eyes had witnessed it, the massive cloud of red swirling with gray and black; doused in red marble as if the building bleed from the wound. The red moon had been an eerie omen, one not even she could have predicted would end like this. That was the last time she had seen the council chamber; on the edge of the bridge, holding onto Vi desperately trying to maintain her strength before pure exhaustion gave out.
Now back in Piltover, she heard the words from the doctors who had visited to take care of her in her room. The question of how she had even been alive, she barely had enough blood, and her condition should have meant death. She knew why, she still remembered vividly the words of Lamb and Wolf. Magic: whether the doctors in Piltover wanted to believe it or not, it was their magic that had sustained her. She had a transfusion done, blood from her father to help recover what was lost and then the tubes hooked up to her to provide her medicine and hydrate her system again. Still, she hated being in bed yet she could barely manage getting out of bed either.
The painkillers helped her sleep, and her father made sure the medicine provided would stimulate faster healing. Piltover had created a medicine that could heal faster; though nothing like shimmer. What might take a would take days, but her wounds would take several weeks. Her father's eyes looked distant and lost, suffering the loss of his wife and then this with his daughter. Caitlyn didn't want to think about that as she turned her head on the pillow til she realized she couldn't sleep at all. "Bloody damn needle," Caitlyn muttered, taking every ounce not to rip it out again from her arm. Her father lectured her twice on it already. A part of her wanted to curl up to Vi again, her warmth gave her comfort, and the sweet licks against her forehead allowed her to relax as she tended to the little cuts against her face rather than using the ointment. But Vi had gotten up to make sure to get some food for them both, and Caitlyn couldn't deny she did want some of her favorite food. For the first time in days, Caitlyn wanted food and Vi wanted to ensure Caitlyn ate.
A creak of the door caused Caitlyn's face to lift from the pillow, weakly pushing herself up out of bed to sit up. She had a shirt on with a fully exposed back so that tending to her bandages could be done with ease. Turning, she noticed the broad shoulders and messy hair and a sad smile crossed her lips. "Sett," Instinct demanded she run and embrace him. Her leg, on the other hand, would not allow her. She had to use a cane for now just to walk. But slowly that smile faded and eyes cast down to the blanket as her fingers dug against it. The bruises against her neck were painted purple and blue over her typical ivory skin, and if not for the painkillers, her mouth would burn like fire from her canine teeth ripped out of them.
"You shouldn't see me like this," Her voice whispered. Every part of her visible weakness from the physical trauma, not to mention the weight of her mind suffering that she had yet to fully process. She was a shadow of herself, the edges of exhaustion crinkling the corner of her eyes and bags underneath them. Dull blue eyes couldn't make contact as she shivered, glancing at the window where the rain pitter-pattered. The scene from the window reflected the turmoil of Caitlyn's heart. Dark clouds loomed overhead, not allowing a single ray of sunlight to peak through. It left the world in a state of dusk, despite being the afternoon. Heavy rainfall hails down from above with a constant wash of emotional rage. And even the flashes of lightning crackling in the distance, a wake of rage amidst the mournful rainfall. Rumbling thunder quaked as Caitlyn shivered slightly, the chill against her skin as she glanced over to the fireplace in her room and the fire had gone out. Her hands brushed together, anxiously rubbing together as she didn't know what to say to Sett or how to look at him right now.
#goldenfists#interactions — the answer is here ; staring me in the face .#[ panda speaks ] — tracker.#thread: the dreary evening reunion#post canon verse — revealing the snow leopard within .
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Decided that I will be liveblogging my experience with listening to the Magnus Archives. I have a general sense of who charachters are and some of the major spoilerish plot points due to going through the tags on Tumblr recently as well as reading some fics, but I'm pretty in the dark as far as the specifics go.
But yeah I listened to the first seven episodes last night! Thoughts as I was listening are under the cut.
Ep 1 - Angler Fish
Jonathon Sims, new head archivist for the Magnus institute(supernatural research place). Employed by Elias bouchard, head of the institute, to replace Gertrude Robinson, recently dead. Jon has worked here as a researcher for 4 years now. Jon is a skeptic. If an investigation has gone as far as possible without conclusion or new leads, it is transferred to the archives. Institute founded in 1818. Archive is terribly organized. 86-91G/H. Very few investigations actually seem to be stored down here, only the original statements. Three research assistants. One named Martin who he finds useless. Other two are Tim and Sasha. Some of the statements cannot be recorded digitally, can only be recorded with a tape recorder. Additional information about the followups is being provided by his assistants. Nathan Watts. Case #0122204. Old fishmarket close, Edinburgh. April 21st, 2012. Institute is in London. Fear of strangers. 6 disappearences Jessica Mcuin November 2005, Sarah Baldwin August 2006, Daniel Rawlins December 2006, Ashley Dobson and Megan Shure May and June 2008, John Fellows March 2010.
Ep 2 - Do not Open
Case #9982211. Joshua Gellespie. November 22nd, 1998. Bournemouth, that's where Jon was born. Fear of strangers. Fear/desire for the truth. Fear of death/being buried alive looks to be the main one. Most clever horror movies protagonist ever. Breacon and hope delivery company. Operated until 2009. Based on Nottingham far north of Bournemouth. Gellespie was the only person to live in that building for the two years he had the coffin. Nobody ever moved in after either. 2 years alone.
Ep 3- Across the Street
Case #0070107. Amy Patel. July 1st 2007. Disappearence of aquaitence Graham Forger. Voyeuristic tendencies from her. The spiral/madness? She watched him ceaselessy. Which hmmm. April 7th. Not Graham. Now being watched in return. Watching seems to be a central theme.
Ep 4- Page Turner
Case#0132806. Dominic Swain. June 28, 2013. Nottingham. Ex alte arua. From higher, from out of the heights. The vast. Jorgun Leitner. Mountains, cliffs. Fear of the sky. Vertigo. Key of Solomon. McGregor Matthew and jorun Leitner. Bought by GRbookworm. Gertrude Robinson? Jorgun leitner reclusive book collector. Had the book made possibly? Pinhole books, Mary keys. Ozone. Mary keys clean shaven with lots of tattooed words, listens to death metal. Her Jared? Painting of an eye. Grant is the sight that we may not know. Grant is the scent that we may not catch. Grant is the sound that we may not call. Jared made the painting. Bones fell out of the shadows of the other book. The dark for her bookshop? Lichtenburg figure in the starry vertigo sky. Childhood friend was struck by lightning because of him. Micheal Crew. Survived. Leather coat, dyed black hair. Jared Key. Had to be bought in order to give it away. Mary keys was murdered in 2008. Overdose of painkillers, extensive post motrum body mutilation. The flesh? Looked the same as the person he met. Her skin was hung up to dry. But with hair and tattoos. Jared charged with his mother's murder, but acquitted. Jared burned the book. 1994 incident related to leitner's library. Current project. His library is a problem. Mary's drying skin had been written on in permanent marker. The tattoos! The same language as the bone book. Jon will try to persuade Elias to make searching for the rest of leitner's books a top priority. They've done enough harm.
Ep 5- Thrown Away
Case #0092302. Kieran Woodward. 93 Lancaster Road Walthamstowe. February 23rd, 2009. Hundred of dollheads. David Attire, Matthew Wilkinson, Alan Parfett. The doll house. Next bag, a single super long piece of paper with the Lords prayer written over and over again in Latin. Ritual. Next bag absolutely filled with teeth. Residents had no idea. Alan found someone. Maybe the person leaving the bags. New bag. Packing peanuts. Metal heart of Alan inside. Saresh and Altman were the police who investigated. The teeth were all the same tooth. Needing to know the truth. Not entirely sure what this one is. Corruption or rot possibly?
Ep 6- Squirm
Case #0140912. Timothy Hodge. The dogstar pub/club. Skinny, student, long henna red hair, tron tights, too much eyeliner. Writhe. Her name is Harriet Lee. Arm scratching. Only water. Art student. Panic, difficulty with adjusting to student life. Recently mugged? Archway, Elfthorn row. Woman with long red dress on ground, which squirmed. Long matted black hair. Felt like she was stabbed. Being followed by her. Dragged down by a weight, skin itching plus vomited near the police station. They had sex, but after. Something squirmed inside her skin. She split open. Writhing worms everywhere. He burned down the flat afterwards. Description of red dress woman matches Jane Prentiss, which is concerning. Hodge was probably wormed during sex. Most definitely corruption.
Ep 7- the Piper
Case #9220611. Staff Sargeant Clarence Berry. Wilfred Owen. War. Poems. The trenchs. Wanting to fully describe the war but unable to. But don't worry. You will. Whistling tune. The whistle of artillery. Reborn in the remnants of his own gore. He met the war. The Piper. Avatar of the war? He said that he was left alive to do the wars work. Joseph rainers tags were found next to him. All who here the Piper never make it back. Hamlin was nearby. Are we the stolen children or the rats driven into the river. His poems now had the essence of the war. The ferocity within him...the war is almost over, and he is sad for it. He died when peace was signed. 1922.
Thoroughly enjoying this so far! But will definitely have to space out listening to it due to the spookiness levels.
#my post#tma#tma podcast#the magnus archives#this is the only podcast ive ever decided to really string theory about#so im excited for that!#will have to pace myself#because while wtnv and malevolent are definitely also spooky#they have enough absurdity in wtnv case and omg you fucking idiots in malevolents case to help cut through it#dont really have that yet here
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TV Series Discussion: Black Lightning
Season 4 (2021)
Source: Google Images
School principal and retired superhero Jefferson Pierce leaps back into action as the legendary Black Lightning after a gang threatens his family.
Source: Netflix (2018)
Not A Good Finale
I'll be honest here, Black Lightning has always bore me for most part of each season. Usually, I only begin to enjoy the show as the action comes onto screen, and that's mostly at the end of each season. This is the first TV show I finished in this new year and as much as I enjoyed season 4 a tad bit more than usual, this was not a good season, much less a finale.
Like every other Black Lightning seasons, the first third of this season was just plot development and it's the same thing, over and over again. For example, I understand the death of Jefferson's friend affected Jefferson and thus affected his relationship with his family. However, did I need four to five episodes showing me just how strained the Pierces' relationship is? No!
Afterwards, when the action finally started, it didn't live up to my expectations. The past seasons had better action. The action in season 4 really did not need to happen for most of the time.
Last but not least, so much was happening for such limited time. Honestly, we didn't need that much to happen. First things first, what was the deal with prolonging Grace's coma if there was no repercussions or long term effects after that? Secondly, why introduce the Ionosphere storyline and not develop it properly? That fight between both "girls" in the last episode was so redundant. Third of all, the entire Tobias Whale storyline since the first season. Goodness gracious, he is one of the most annoyingly frustrating superhero-show villains ever. Dude was boring and yet the entire show revolves around him half the time. The only thing Tobias did well was annoy the hell out of me but really, his villainous actions are not up there at all.
Closing off with one last complain, Khalil's arc in the final season. I have always liked Khalil but Painkiller on the other hand was a bore as well. At least, he was a bore until this season. The parts in this season that I enjoyed the most were Khalil's scenes. Unfortunately, again, why bring in his team filled with capable people and not develop on it? Also, the last part, really? The show was already coming to an end, why make him forget as a side effect of removing the kill order?
I had high hopes for Black Lightning Season 4 considering it was the end of this superhero family. Sadly, it fell so much from my expectations... If the writers wanted to end it with so much extra sub-plots, I don't see why they couldn't have argued for a few more episodes. Then maybe the last two episodes would not have felt like a badly rushed job.
Rating: ★★★☆☆
PS How has Jennifer not mature at all in four seasons of superhero-ing?
#tv show review#black lightning#black lightning season 4#jefferson pierce#jennifer pierce#anissa pierce#lynn stewart#tobias whale#khalil payne#grace choi#cress williams#china anne mcclain#nafessa williams#christine adams#marvin jones iii#jordan calloway#chantal thuy#arrowverse
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34. The „Painkiller“- Storyline gets continued or resolved in another show (Black Lightning /The Flash/ Legends of Tomorrow/ Batwoman / Superman & Lois)
As we all know „Black Lightning“ did a Backdoor Pilot in its Final Season, but „Painkiller“ was never picked up by The CW. A fact that did not seem to bother anybody, while everyone is still mourning „Green Arrow and the Canaries“ not being picked up either. In any case even though it wasn’t picked up „Black Lightning“ very much exists on Earth Prime, which was proven again by Jefferson showing up during „Armageddon“ on „The Flash“, so in theory Painkiller could have appeared on the other shows as well.
Yes, no one knew him, but that could have been fixed easily. In fact they could have even gone so far as to pick up the „Painkiller“-Storyline and resolved it somehow. It’s not like Metas are not existing in other shows, quite the contrary. Maya could have moved her operation to another city, and Painkiller could have been trailing her, and he ans his team could have teamed up with either Team Flash or the Bat-Family to bring her organistation down. Since that strange Akashic Valley place seemed very futuristic, they could have involved time travel somehow and invented a reasons for the Legends to interwine and have them meet Painkiller and his partners. And before the end of Season 2, this could have even been a storyline for „Superman & Lois“ involving the DOD.
In the end no one was really interested enough in the Backdoor Pilot to follow up on it, I guess. I don’t think it’s a question of too much respect to not wanting do it without the original writer (and they could have just brought him in for that one episode, it has been done before, I am just saying Marv Wolfman), I think it’s just a question of no one (including the fans) giving a damn.
#Arrowverse#More Top 100 Storylines we never got to see#Black Lightning#Painkiller#The Flash#Batwoman#Legends of Tomorrow#Superman & Lois#kahlil payne
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