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dc-fanfic-sideblog · 6 months

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So… I don’t really have an update on the costume designer reader, just some more little facts because I can’t help myself. None of this is in any sort of order. I’m treating Reader like a character for now in this post, i will eventually start to use “you” in place of “she/her/reader”

I’ve never really written x reader fanfiction before, so I’ll try my best to make it as inclusive as I can (while being a little self indulgent as a treat)

If y’all have any questions or maybe even requests then please send in an ask!! I want to practice writing!

Various DC characters x fem!reader

Reader is going to Gotham University on a full ride scholarship, but she doesn’t live in the dorms (if the Uni even has dorms because i can’t find any information on it) she has a shitty little apartment, basically a studio apartment because they’re a collage kid and can’t afford shit.

Every so often some small time villain will find their way onto the roof of their apartment building and reader is just chilling outside and she’ll ask “yo… do you have a costume yet?” And she may or may not design something for them or give criticism on whatever they’re already wearing

She asks Superman why he wears tights lol

SPEAKING OF SUPERMAN, i believe when reader goes off to Metropolis, Lois is all over her in like a mother hen kinda way. Giving tips on how to interview people, about asking good questions and keeping their interest

Clark is also there but after reader meets Superman she catches on almost immediately. Because hello, he’s just wearing glasses and fixing up his hair differently, what are the drinking in Metropolis?? (I’m heavily basing this Superman after the 1978 one because he’s so silly and pretty)

Batman/Bruce Wayne definitely has his dad instincts kicking in as soon as he hears about some college kid wanting to talk to VILLAINS that are in ARKHAM going to Gotham University on HIS FULL TERM SCHOLARSHIP.

Damien meets reader with Batman supervising him to make sure he’s not overly rude to reader, and Damien (as Robin) starts asking stuff like “why are you interviewing villains? Frankly that’s stupid and dangerous” and Bruce just scruffs him like a kitten and says goodbye lol

At some point I think Bruce meets reader as Bruce Wayne after one of her classes to be like “hey I’m the one giving you money so you can go to college. I heard about you talking to evil people and while I think that’s dangerous here’s a special ID to get into Arkham so you don’t get kidnapped by random villains on the street. Talk to these people while being supervised please”

His kids make the joke that he’s ready to adopt another kid, but he denies them just to let them freak out (he not gonna but he thinks it’s funny to mess with them like that every once in a while)

Jason follows reader as Red Hood when they’re going to Arkham for the first few months. The visits aren’t often because of classes and work, but they’re at least once a week.

Reader/you work as a work study for the theatre department, meaning reader has access to a lot of different materials and good strong sewing machines. There’s a pretty good sewing machine in the apartment but the university ones can handle thicker materials and can run for a lot longer

I’m kinda debating on including Morpheus/the Sandman just for funsies because I want to write him interacting with a slightly unhinged college student

Anyways that’s it for now, sorry I abandoned this account for so long lol but I’m back! (We’ll see how long that’ll last)

#dc x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #batfamily x reader #batman x reader #superman x reader #lois lane #bruce wayne x reader #dc fanfic

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crystal-lillies · 1 month

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I'll give y'all the first Batman-related thought for free.

movie studios (WB) are cowards for not having Dick Grayson (or any other Robin, for that matter) in live action adaptations of Batman since the Schumacher movies.

it should not be ... (shudders) ... almost THIRTY (30) YEARS since we got a live action Robin!!

Cowards afraid of traffic light colors and familial bonds! Every single Robin has fucked up trauma that complements Bruce's and every single Robin has an interesting dynamic with Bruce/Batman that can be explored well in a film.

don't get me started with the Red Hood or with Damian, how cool and dark they'd be with the era of 00s and 2010s grimdark gritty live action Batman vibes!!

PLUS. These cowards are SLEEPING on a Nightwing adaptation! How cool could it have been had we gotten a movie series that showed us the growth of Dick Grayson!Robin to Nightwing that spun off to his own story?? God!!!

We're lucky the animated DC movies aren't nearly as cowardly, but still. we lost plenty of great potential actors for that now in the last couple of decades.

#flowerspeak #dc #warner bros #wb #batman #bruce wayne #robin #dick grayson #red hood #jason todd #nightwing #damian wayne

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slowdownurdoingfine · 2 months

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Okay sooo I’ve got a Joel Miller fic on the back burner… but before I post I wanna get a feeler for how people would feel about it!!

So it switches through time periods (and bonus joel pov!), and the reader is a really famous country music star. By the time the outbreak hits shes kinda faded into obscurity (or that stage where famous musicians stay in pop culture but people don’t really listen to their music)… and essentially, and don’t cringe, reader and Joel happen to be going on the same journey to Jackson, Wyoming. And it’ll mostly be Jackson!Joel…. But I don’t wanna spoil anything so i won’t say anything more.

I will, though, give a snippet. (! PLEASE NOTE AND IDK WHY I DID THIS BUT I KINDA LIKE THIS: Belle is the stage name to the reader, and in the flashbacks I use 3rd pov (she blah blah) and in the present I use first pov (you blah blah) anyways. Be mean or judgemental but here’s u gooo

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Fucking.

Taylor Swift.

Of fucking course.

She had a few years on her but still, fucking Taylor Swift? Picking her nails and brushing her blown-up hair out of her face, the swing of the guitar hits her ears almost too hard. It was overwhelming.

“Belle?” Her manager sitting next to her pushes through his lips quickly, forceful and strained.

She turns to him and his lips prick slightly, a slap in the wrist reminding her to maintain her facial expressions. Soft, but full of joy. Youthful and light. His words circled her thoughts spinning so fast it almost made her dizzy. Her hands fumble to pick the chain around her neck, gold and dainty, clearing her mind almost like a breath of fresh air.

The dust in her lungs makes her cough in only the way Nashville can in June. She has to turn her head away from the performance from the artist section, which allows much too of a close-up look.

“Billy, I need to step out.” It comes out before it even hits her head, drawl thick in her throat. She can see the question rising in his eyes, after years of working with him she just knows, but chooses to ignore it. Boots scuffing the ground she passes her way through the hot metal bars and serious stagehands to the freedom that comes with the smoking area. She lights her cigarette and pulls up her phone.

June 7th, 2013

She decided to never perform at another Country Music Festival at that very moment.

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September 26th, 2013

The worst part of realizing you're no longer who you used to be, is when others begin to realize it too.

The pen rocks back and forth in her hand, trying to make sense of the line. She’s sitting in a limo outside a recording studio in Washington, DC where she created her first album. A country wonder, the sweetest voice with the most soul crushing lyrics. Her soft twang and breathy voice made the studio love her even more. It used to flow for her, it used to click. Now she can’t write a genuine line to save her career. Which evidently, is failing.

She slaps the notebook close, eyes turning up towards Billy who's on his phone pretending not to wait for her to give him something new.

“Nothing new, honestly Bill. My brain is just mushed up.” She hates it, but he shows no signs of mirroring that feeling. He just nods quickly, his sharp suit a little too tight around his wrists, clicking off his phone. He does notice though that, though. She does too.

“I didn’t have time to buy a new one.” He chirps out unbuttoning his pressed black blazer shifting uncomfortably in his seat, choosing to not push her for a moment. It makes her laugh, partially out of relief for the way her manager is still her closest friend.

“You’ve just been drinkin’ too much beer.” She starts, ringing her hands down her designer dress from two seasons ago.

“I’ve been eatin’ too much crab. It’s Baltimore, with the old bay.” He says then looks at her. It takes her back to when they both could afford to support their lives. They both just laugh.

She hated this, and when she was younger and more fresh eyed she would blaze a damn trail if this was presented to her. An impromptu performance at the White House with the president to uplift whatever political statement needed pushing - something to catch headlines, erase any world news. When she started off, and even to a degree still now, nothing else mattered but her music. That’s what got her here in the first place, outspoken to a point where she was even blacklisted from the most prestigious award shows after the release of her second album. But now in her early 30’s it's seemed as though the world had moved on. People didn’t seem to care about what she had to say, they just wanted to hear blank statements that meant nothing to be able to avoid the world around them. Or maybe, she was bitter. They had something she didn’t, something she over the past 10 years had given up for her career. Motivation, joy, or simply put; a life. She had made a bad decision, ran out of money, and signed her likelihood away to some big-name big-shot office. Nothing was hers anymore, not truly. So here she was: on the way to something her 25 year old self would not only despise, but reverently hate.

The limo ride there was alright, bit too bumpy and made it hard for her to gulp down the fizzy lukewarm bottle of champagne in the back of the limo. With the aid of bubbles allowing her to actually move her body and try to block this memory out she’s out of the car, shaking hands and greeting politicians in a breeze. So fast that by the time she stepped on stage to perform the national anthem she didn’t even remember how exactly she had got up there. The first few notes swell in her ears, she takes a deep breath ready to do what she does best, put on a show, cringing when the first few notes hit the air. Men standing close by her, sharp suits with walkie-talkies blasting loud enough to take over the whole room suddenly swarmed surrounding the president. Talking with urgency. Her eyes turned to meet Billy’s blue ones in the crowd, a question of should I stop? in them… before it all happened. It all unfolded right in front of her eyes too quickly to comprehend.

Damn her delayed flight or fight skills, she musta softened along the way on one of her worldwide tours. Soon she was being ripped away from the microphone, the band, the stage, Billy, and in a flurry of secret service she was crowded to an elevator which went down….

Down…

All the way to the bottom.

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October 12th, 2023

Fuck.

I’m hungry.

You hated Iowa. You also hated how your map crumbles in your hands. You used to have a book with pages on pages of maps hidden cleverly within your brown backpack. That was before, when there was hope for everyone. This is the present. Hope is a laughable feeling. As the leaves crunch under your heavy boot a dilapidated highway sign peaks your interest. Maps Of The World. Maybe there is hope, afterall. Funny. Ducking back into the trees along the side of the road you make a note to turn at the next exit.

The store is dusty and rummaged through, obviously. That fact doesn’t stop the cough that enters your lungs as soon as you shove the door open. Fanning the particle filled air in front of your face, quick eyes land on a shelf of US maps which remain mostly untouched. Score. Walking over on the balls of your feet, your eyes crinkle when you step on a newspaper covered slab on the floor. Stopping for a moment, then ducking down to your knees and pushing your rifle out of the way, you look at the spot. It sounds almost hollow, like a travelingers hiding spot. You consider for a moment, then look towards the door like a person is about to walk through. You wait a long moment out of pure precaution. Then fan the newspaper away and grab your knife out of your boot, sliding the blade between the board and twisting up. To your surprise it gives and reveals a compartment. You just can’t believe your luck. Almost greedily you push the tile away and stare in awe. A pack of bullets. A handgun. Some beef jerky. It almost makes you cry. Zipping your bag you swipe the bullets and the jerky. Debating for a moment if to take the gun you hear light voices outside. Few minutes away, tops.

Quickly and as quietly as you can you slide the board and the newspaper back, zipping up your bag and hauling ass to your feet to grab a map and leave. Guess the owner was coming back to re-up, no way someone random would wind up there. Well, other than you. The two voices get louder as you hear the feet stop and a gun load. The door being open is a bad omen, you suppose. You slip out the back window which luckily leads into a dense forest, and you dash into the lush green trees finding refuge behind a patch of large grown out boulders and greens.

The logical part of your brain is screaming for you to run but the human part is telling you to stay and manically watch the havoc you caused unfold. Plus, it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do.

“Godamnit!” You hear a man shout, voice laced with a thick accent. Texan, you’d recognize your home state anywhere.

“At least they left the gun.” A younger voice calls out. From the large windows you can see them. A young girl, no older than 14 with a maroon jacket and beat up converse, Her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, backpack with keychains swinging. Behind her an older man comes up, beard patchy with salt-and-pepper hair, guff and hardened. You can’t look away from him, eyes glued onto his flannel and matching rifle with yours. He turns and you swear he sees you but then his eyes keep moving. Checking the area seemingly unconsciously and you can tell he's danger. Something you would write about in your songs. You let that thought wash over you as he turns and are met with his broad back. You should probably leave. Knees cracking you stand and continue the long journey to Jackson, Wyoming.

In another life, mystery muse.

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K BYE

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou hbo #tlou #pedro pascal #joel tlou #joel x reader #tlou fanfic #Joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal x reader

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thecreaturecodex · 2 years

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Gun Elemental

Image by Nate Marcel, © Shield of Faith Studios

[Commissioned by Soluman Blevins. Twisted Menagerie Manual is one of the better monster books for post apocalyptic RPGs that I’ve read. It understands the assignment set forth by Gamma World: the post-apocalypse as a wacky anything goes romp. There are hybrid animals, gun toting furries, demon automobiles, clown priests of fast food hamburgers, etc. It’s a lot of fun, so I thank Soluman for pointing me in its direction in the first place. By the standards of the book as a whole, the elementals (data, debris and gun) are almost sedate.]

Gun Elemental CR 10 N Outsider (elemental) This creature is a three legged, asymmetrical mound made out of smooth metal. Covering it in layers are dozens of guns, all facing outward, of many shapes and sizes.

There is not an Elemental Plane of Guns. The gun elemental, therefore, is highly debated by those sages that know of its existence. Some claim that it is an interloper from another reality where firearms are an integral component of existence. Other sages instead maintain that gun elementals form in the dark corners of the Outer Planes, in the realms of gods of technology, warfare and death. Still others believe that gun elementals are an offshoot of fire or earth elementals (perhaps as a further modification of a presumed metal elemental).

Gun elementals live for combat, no matter the cause. When not fighting, they are usually engaged in target shooting, but this is still hazardous—gun elementals get so excited that they shoot wildly in all directions, catching nearby creatures with random, aimless bullets. If they face another gunslinger, they are especially dangerous. Not only is the gun elemental immune to bullets, it can steal the gun with a touch and absorb it in order to heal.

When a gun elemental is slain, its body collapses into a heap of scrap metal. Useable guns and ammunition can be salvaged from it, of a value equal to the standard treasure value of the encounter. This is a good opportunity for a GM to introduce more advanced firearms than normal to their campaign if they choose to, but could also be in the form of multiple early firearms.

Gun Elemental CR 10 XP 9,600 N Large outsider (elemental, extraplanar) Init +9; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +15 Aura stray fire (100 ft., Reflex DC 21) Defense AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 18 (-1 size, +5 Dex, +9 natural) hp 126 (12d10+60) Fort +9, Ref +13, Will +8 DR 10/adamantine; Immune elemental traits Defensive Abilities absorb gun, immune to projectiles Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee 3 slams +14 (1d8+3) Ranged 3 integrated machine guns +16 touch (2d8/19-20x4) Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Special Attacks automatic fire, combined arms Statistics Str 16, Dex 20, Con 20, Int 9, Wis 11, Cha 11 Base Atk +12; CMB +17; CMD 32 Feats Deadly Aim, Improved Critical (machine gun), Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot Skills Appraise +14, Knowledge (engineering) +14, Perception +15, Sense Motive +15, Stealth +16 Languages Terran Ecology Environment any land and underground Organization solitary, pair or battalion (3-6) Treasure standard (see above) Special Abilities Absorb Gun (Su) By touching a firearm as a standard action, a gun elemental can absorb it into its body, destroying the gun but healing damage. It heals a number of hit points equal to the base damage dealt by the gun. Magical or attended guns can resist this with a DC 16 Fortitude save. The save DC is Charisma based. Automatic Fire (Ex) As a full round action, a gun elemental can fire its guns automatically, attacking every foe in a 150 foot line. It rolls each attack roll separately, and each attack roll suffers a -2 penalty. It cannot add precision damage or extra damage from Vital Strike or similar feats to this, but does ignore concealment and mirror image effects. Roll to confirm each critical hit separately. Combined Arms (Ex) When making a full attack action, a gun elemental can attack with its melee and ranged natural weapons. Immune to Projectiles (Su) A gun elemental takes no damage from bullets, arrows, crossbow bolts and other physical projectiles. Explosives, such as an alchemist’s bomb, or magical or technological rays, effect a gun elemental normally. Integrated Machine Guns (Ex) A gun elemental’s machine guns are integrated weapons, meaning that they are treated as natural weapons and cannot make iterative attacks. The machine gun is an advanced firearm with a range increment of 150 feet. A gun elemental’s attacks with its integrated machine guns do not provoke attacks of opportunity. The gun elemental does not have a misfire chance with these guns, and is treated as having infinite ammunition. Stray Fire Aura (Ex) As a swift action, a gun elemental can fire off bullets in every direction. All creatures in a 100 foot radius must succeed a DC 21 Reflex save or take 1d8 points of damage. The save DC is Dexterity based.

#gun elemental #twisted menagerie manual #dungeon crawl classics #pathfinder 1e #commissions #elemental #gunslinger

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chernobog13 · 3 months

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Ron Ely as Tarzan, and his chimp co-star Cheeta. Though they look like best friends, Ely suffered several bites from the little guy during the course of their two years working together.

For kids in the mid-to-late 1960s, Ron Ely WAS Tarzan.

Ely was the star of the 57-episode Tarzan TV series that ran two seasons, from 1966 to 1968, and then in near continual syndication for several years afterward.

The television series was executive produced by Sy Weintraub, who had been producing the Tarzan films since 1958. Weintraub was responsible for replacing the monosyllabic persona of Tarzan, made popular by the Johnny Weissmuller films of the 1930s and40s, with the educated, well-spoken character from Edgar Rice Burroughs' novels. True Trazan fans were delighted with this move, and I'm sure Burroughs himself would have been as well had he lived to see it (he died in 1950).

Tarzan about to demonstrate his vine swinging skills.

Weintraub also filmed his Tarzan movies on location, as opposed to in a studio with stock jungle footage. This made for some spectacular scenes, but it was rough on both the crew and his Tarzan actors: Gordon Scott, Jock Mahoney, and Mike Henry.

When he decided to make the Tarzan television series, Weintraub wanted Henry to continue in the role. However, Henry had made 3 Tarzan films back-to-back in 1965 and was physically exhausted. Thus the TV role eventually was awarded to Ely.

Like the Mike Henry films, the TV series was filmed in Brazil (first four episodes) and Mexico (the remainder of the series). This explains why the scenery, while lush and exotic, sometimes doesn't quite gel with images we'd seen of the African wilderness. It also explains why many of the extras appeared Latin as opposed to African.

Ely insisted on doing his own stunts for the series, a decision later on he would come to regret. He suffered more than two dozen serious injuries, which included two broken shoulders, lion bites, and several bites from his co-star, Cheeta the chimp. Allan Sherman, in an issue of the Tarzan comic book when it was published by DC, wrote an article and chart detailing all the injuries Ely incurred in the two years of production. Unfortunately, I have not been able to find the article to include here.

The one thing Ely could not do: the famous Tarzan yell. The production ended up using a recording of Johnny Weissmuller's version of the yell.

Ely's other co-star in the series was Jai, an orphaned boy (played by Manuel Padilla, Jr). Jai took the place of Boy, Tarzan's son from the Weissmuller films, and gave the ape man someone to protect and/or rescue every episode.

Manuel Padilla, Jr. as Jai, Tarzan's companion throughout the TV series, with Ron Ely as Tarzan.

As in Weintraub's films, the character of Jane was not present. Weintraub preferred a Tarzan who was a lone adventurer. The TV Tarzan was not a globetrotter like his film counterpart; his adventures were limited to a fictional African country.

The Tarzan series had several high profile guest stars including, believe it or not, Diana Ross and The Supremes: Cindy Birdsong, Mary Wilson, and Diana Ross as a trio of nuns.

The series got off to an uneven start, as the location shooting took longer than anticipated. Early episodes show signs of hasty, almost haphazard editing as they were assembled at a breakneck speed to meet NBC network's broadcasting schedule. Luckily, the production eventually found its footing, and things smoothed out quickly.

For a brief time Tarzan's TV adventures took over the cover spot on the Tarzan of the Apes comic book.

Warners Brothers has released the series on DVD back in 2012 and 2013. To my knowledge (which, admittedly, is faulty) it is not currently streaming or available on any cable channels.

#Tarzan #Tarzan of the Apes #Ron Ely #Cheeta #Jai #Manuel Padilla Jr.#Sy Weintraub #Edgar Rice Burroughs #Diana Ross and The Supremes

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charmingsoa · 1 year

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■ Gunslinger ■

Ch. 3

✶ Jax Teller/OC multi-chapter story ✶

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Author’s note : Hello again! So, I decided to change this story around a little. First off, I changed what Carter looked like, Mabel’s name is now Madison, and I also deleted the original 3rd and 4th chapters. I didn’t like where it was going so hopefully this will gel better. I also created a taglist that you can add your name to if you would like to be tagged for the story. I hope you all enjoy the latest chapter :) _________________________________________________

Fists pounding on the front door was not how I wanted to start my morning.

I had been up half the night with Madison, cleaning up vomit and trying to break her fever. By the time she finally crashed, it was almost sunrise and I was scheduled to be at the studio by 9:00. I ignored the knocking at first, hoping they would just go away, figuring they had the wrong house. Wishful thinking on my part because the knocking only seemed to get louder and more inpatient. I hastily pulled my robe over my sleep shirt, stomping down the stairs. I looked out the kitchen window, watching as a man and woman, both dressed in business casual attire stood on my porch. Badges hung on their shirt collars, DCS in dark, bold letters catching my eye.

I took a step back. Why would DCS be at my door this early in the morning? Why would CPS be at my door at all? This wasn’t my first time dealing with DCS, but this was my first time as a mother having them at my door. Protective services were at my mom’s house all the time growing up. Claims of abuse, neglect, the list goes on and fucking on. Some of the claims were bogus – made up by people that my mom and her boyfriend of the week pissed off. Then there were times when I prayed that they would show up. The abuse at the hands of her lovers would get to be too much and some marks are just too hard to hide.

Taking a deep breath, a hesitantly cracked open the door, “Can I help you?”

The man stood a little taller, his face remaining stoic. “Yes - are you Carter Teller?” I nodded my head, the door still cracked. “I’m Benjamin Fagen and this is Heather Letcher, we are with the department of children’s services. We received an anonymous call regarding the child that lives at this residence, Madison Teller. The caller stated that the child is being neglected and left in dangerous situations.”

My heart sank. “Neglect?” I muttered. “Someone is accusing me of neglecting my fucking child.” My anger rising. “Who the fuck was the anonymous person?”

“We are not at the liberty to say, ma’am.” The woman spoke.

This was ridiculous. I may not be a perfect mother but I make damn sure to always be there and protect my child. “Mrs. Teller, the caller stated that your daughter has been left alone while you are at your place of employment, Cara Care Productions. They also stated that members of a local motorcycle gang are around your daughter while in the possession of guns and drugs.”

“First of all-“ I pulled open the door, stepping closer to the two. “I would never leave my fucking daughter alone, not even for a fucking second. Secondly, the “local motorcycle gang” are members of her family. They would never put her life in danger.”

The man sighed, “Mrs. Teller, we just have to fo-“

“No-“ I interrupted. “I understand that this is your job but I don’t appreciate you coming to my house, at the crack of fucking dawn. Banging on my door like you’re a fucking ATF agent while my daughter is upstairs sick in bed. You can tell whoever you report to and also tell the person that filed the complaint that they can shove it up their asses and fuck the hell off.” I slammed the door in their faces, my back hitting the wooden structure once it was closed.

I don’t know if it’s because I barely slept or the fact that someone had the balls to say my child was being neglected, but I started to cry. The frustration from the encounter had come to a boiling point and my only outlet was to cry. My job was not the typical occupation that other parents held but it allowed me to keep a roof over Madison’s head and make sure she had food to eat every day. She was very well taken care of and loved to the moon and back. The anonymous person wasn’t concerned for her well-being. This person – the anonymous coward wanted to hurt me…

“This is bullshit, Carter!”

I ran my hand through my tangled hair – my head pounding as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. As if the day couldn’t get worse, Luann had called an hour after the DCS situation, yelling and screaming that the feds were raiding the warehouse. I didn’t bother changing out of my pajama shirt, just pulling on a pair of shorts as I packed Madison up. I dropped her off at Gemma’s since Anita was there and raced the warehouse, finding the place surrounded by unmarked police cars and FBI vans. Some of the newer girls huddled outside the building, watching with wide eyes as the men and women made their way in and out, computers, files, and paperwork in their hands. Jax’s bike was parked next to Luann’s convertible, still warm from his ride in.

He had no clue of what happened earlier this morning. I debated on telling him, afraid that he would erupt. Madison was his daughter too and he needed to know that someone was trying to spew a false narrative of how we cared for Maddie. “Oh, thank god!” Luann announced, rushing towards me. She pulled me tightly into her shaking body, tears seeping through my shirt.

I looked at Jax as I held onto Luann. He simply shook his head, leaning against the wall. Luann was in deep shit and Jax knew that it was his job to see if it could be eradicated. She was a first nine’s old lady – Jax owed it to Otto to keep Luanne protected and out of trouble.

“I’m sorry to pull you away from the baby.” She sniffed. “I didn’t know who else to call –“

“It’s okay.” I reassured.

She pulled away and started walking towards some of the other talent, comforting them as they watch their careers possibly go down the drain. “She’s freaking out.” I stepped closer to Jax. “What’s the plan?”

He stayed silent, shrugging his shoulders as his eyes did the talking. “You promised Otto that you would make sure nothing bad happens, Jax. Feds raiding this place-“I paused. “They’re gonna shut her down and that’ll be the end of her business. She has nothing else.” “You think I don’t know that?” His blue eyes stared into mine. “I’ll do what I can.”

I looked off to the side, shaking my head in anger at his little outburst. “And I don’t want you getting involved either.” His voice stern. “That’s the last fucking thing I need right now.”

“She’s like a mother to me, Jax-“ I spoke. “If she needs my help, then I’m gonna help her no matter what. You’re not the boss of me, babe. If I want to help Luann then that’s my fucking business- not yours, the clubs, nobody’s…”

I adjusted my sleeping daughter on my hip as we exited the store. I had to run a few errands before going home, not wanting to leave Madison with Gemma for the night. I didn’t bother to tell Jax that she was sick – not like he would have done anything. I also didn’t tell him about the DCS visit. He was already pissed about the CaraCara raid, telling him about the visit would only set him off further. I quickly buckled Maddie into her car seat, careful not to wake her up as I did so.

“Cute kid.”

I jumped in surprise, quickly turning around to find the source of the voice. “Who knew a porn star and an outlaw biker could make such a cute, innocent kid.” Georgie stood in front of me, his tall henchman standing close behind. “She’s gonna be some looker when she’s older.”

My hand immediately reached into my bag, feeling the cool metal of the gun as I wrapped my fingers around the handle. We were in a busy parking lot but that wouldn’t stop me from pulling it out and blasting holes into the fuckers. “You need to get the fuck away from me and my daughter before I fucking kill you.”

Georgie smiled, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “You’re cute, you know that.” My heart leaped in my chest as he stepped closer. “I wouldn’t have to approach you like this if you would just join my crew and leave that old whore you’re working for. I can give you so much more – more money – more pleasure.” His voice lowering. “I’ve seen your work, Carter. I know how well your pretty little mouth works. I would love to just sink myself into that pussy of yours – see why Teller and all the men fawn over you so much.”

My stomach rolled with nerves and nausea as he spoke. Those around us looked on as I kept my hand in my bag, ready to pull the gun out any minute. “I want to help you, Carter. I want to make you the star you deserve to be.”

“I’d rather be one of Ernest Darby’s street whores than ever work for your company.”

A sickening smile stayed on his pudgy pace, “Never say never sweetheart.”

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STUDIO DC: ALMOST LIVE (2008)

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The Flash (2023) Non-Spoiler Thoughts

I managed to see an early screening of The Flash last Thursday and I have a lot of thoughts on the movie. I’m going to keep this completely spoiler free because the movie hasn’t released yet.

My feelings towards this movie are complicated. The parts of this movie that work really hit and I absolutely loved, but there are also quite a few parts of this film that really fell flat. It had a fun, if a bit clunky, opening and a very engaging middle portion that showcased everything that I wanted from a flash live-action movie. But the end is where the film falters for me. The emotional beats surrounding main Barry and his mother work really well and make for some very emotional moments- some of the best the DCEU has to offer- but the rest didn’t work to nearly the same degree.

This movie is steeped in nostalgia. That’s not really a secret since it’s been a heavily emphasized part of the marketing material and I’d say most of the callouts are really fun with Michael Keaton in particular being amazing, but it can get a bit over-indulgent at points and pull focus from the core of the story.

This is most noticeable during a sequence near the end of the film that is meant to be an emotional turning point of the story, but the cameos pull the attention away from the important character beats to flaunt the multiversal scope of the movie. This hurts the resolution of younger Barry’s arc which was one of the main through lines of the story up until this point and contributes to the third act’s issues.

Sasha Calle is also very good as Supergirl, but she’s underutilized. The moments we get with her are great but some of her emotional moments aren’t given the time and build-up they deserved. This is most noticeable when it comes to her bond with Barry. While their relationship contains some great moments, it feels a bit undercooked as a result of her limited screen time. She does a good job with the material she was given and it makes me hope that we will see her in the DCEU moving forward even though I know that’s a long shot.

Ezra Miller’s turn as the flash was fantastic. I wasn’t sold on their take on Barry Allen prior to seeing this movie and was a bit skeptical they could carry a flash solo film, but this completely wiped those beliefs away. Ezra Miller did a great job playing the two Barry Allens and sold the emotional beats at the core of the film in a way that I wasn’t expecting going in. They managed to balance the pain and trauma that Barry carries with the more awkward and goofy side of the character very well.

You can’t bring up Ezra Miller without addressing the controversy and accusations that they are facing. I’ll admit that part of the reason I wanted to see an advance screening of the film was because I wasn’t entirely comfortable financially supporting a movie with them as the lead. If that makes you uncomfortable as well then I’d say you can skip this.

The last thing that I feel like I have to mention is the fact that the cgi is really questionable in places. This movie looks unfinished in some areas to the point that it pulled me out of many important scenes. I know I’m not the only one who has had this issue. Almost every other review I’ve seen on youtube points out the questionable cgi.

It’s unfortunate that this is becoming a bigger and bigger issue with superhero films as time continues to pass and that studios are overworking and underpaying vfx artists. I hope that this can get sorted out because we’ve seen what vfx artists and animators can do when given the time and resources to do their job effectively.

Overall I’d say the movie is good but it’s not as amazing as the early reviews have led people to believe. It has a lot of issues in the script department and doesn’t entirely stick the landing, but has a strong emotional core with Barry and his mother and great performances.

The Flash is my favorite DC hero and I’m glad that he finally got the feature film treatment he deserves. If anyone else enjoyed this movie more than I did then that’s great. If you didn’t then that’s fine too. Everyone takes something different from the media they consume and that’s part of what’s so great about it.

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