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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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Warnings: none just pure fluff

Pairings: Drew Starkey x Female Reader

Summary: In which Drew and Y/N talk about their future together.

Prompts: "You look so cute with your baby bump!" and "This is going to be the start of something magical." and "I'll keep you warm." and "Can I play with your hair?" and "My mother adores you."

You walked into your shared bedroom and looked in the mirror. You were looking at your baby bump in the mirror. You had not even noticed yet that Drew was also in the room sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

Drew got up and walked over to you before hugging you from behind gentle. You giggled and smiled then rested the back of your head against his chest. He smiled and kissed your head.

"You look so cute with your baby bump!" He said with a smile.

"Thank you." You said with a giggle. "I'm so excited to be pregnant. I can't wait to meet our baby in a few months." You said with a smile.

"This is going to be the start of something magical." Drew said smiling.

"Yeah it is, I know it." You said. He then gently spun you around so you were now facing him instead of the mirror. You smiled when you saw him. He leaned down and planted a gentle, loving kiss to your lips.

"Mm.. you warm." You said with a giggle and nuzzled his chest. Drew laughed. "I've been trying to look for my house coat because I'm cold but, I can't find it anywhere." You said with a frown.

"Aww.. you looked in all the rooms?" He asked.

"Yeah and I can't find it." You said.

"It's okay sweet girl." He said and kissed your forehead. "I'll keep you warm." He said with a grin. You giggled and smiled.

"Good because you are much better and warmer than a house coat." You said with a giggle. Drew laughed and gently picked you up and then laid down on the bed with you and snuggled you gently to keep you warm. You giggled and nuzzled his neck with a smile.

"I am so excited that I am pregnant but, I still can't believe we are going to have a baby." You said.

"I know, it's kind of mind-blowing." Drew said with a small chuckle.

"I was super nervous to tell you but, I'm also really nervous to tell your mother." You said.

"Why?" He asked confused. "My mother adores you." He said.

"She does?" You asked with a smile.

"Yeah, she's always talking about how nice and kind you are." He said. "She really does like you. She's glad I picked you." He said.

"I'm glad you picked me too." You said with a giggle.

"Well, I'm even luckier that you wanted to be with me and marry me and now have a baby with me." He said with a smile.

"I can't believe we have been married for a year now." You said.

"I know, it feels like it was just yesterday." He said.

"It really does feel like that." You said. The two of you laid there and talked about anything and everything that had to do with your future, your pregnancy, and your marriage. You smiled tiredly and rested your head on his chest.

"Can I play with your hair?" Drew asked.

"Sure baby." You said with a tired smile. He chuckled and gently started playing with your hair. The feeling helped relax you but also made you more tired. As he played with your hair and pet you head your eyes slowly fluttered closed.

You then fell asleep curled up in Drew's arms as he played with your hair and snuggled you, then soon after he fell asleep too.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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nerdpoe · 3 months

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Superboy wakes up in a prison. In the cell, sitting across from him, there's a teen that looks like another offshoot clone of Clark.

He learns in bits and pieces that he's been captures by a shadow government organization hellbent on ridding the world of anyone "ecto-contaminated", or anyone who has ever been dead.

Since he'd died before, even though he came back, he set off their sensors.

He doesn't remember how he got caught, doesn't remember what he was doing prior, but the walls are made of a weird material that glows green and cancels out his powers. It also doesn't hurt him.

Diluted kryptonite? He'll have to steal some and give it to Tim.

According to the kid, they've been forcibly detained to "serve their sentence for illegal immigration from the Realm of the Dead to the Realm of the Living" by way of routinely allowing themselves to be subjected to medical procedures. They are always being watched, they aren't the only ones captive, that apparently his entire high school had been condemned to it as well as some literal ghosts, and if he struggles then they won't give him the mercy of sedation while they do their experiments.

And Kon can't use his power to escape, or free this kid, or free any of the other prisoners. It's the worst case scenario.

Thank fuck he's best friends with a paranoid Bat that might have more contingencies than the Big Bat Himself.

Kon activates the only subdermal tracker he'd allowed Tim to place under his skin, and settles down to wait.

A prison of this design, but more high tech and with less privacy. Apparently the idea behind it was that you couldn't see the guards, but they could see you, and the lights would move at random to make you think they were paying attention all the time.

So psychological torture on top of imprisonment.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #pow tw #prisoner tw #prison tw #trapped tw #torture tw #medical malpractice tw #psychological distress tw #psychological torture tw #imprisonment tw #Young Justice making a teamup to break their friend out #and also the HUNDREDS OF OTHER PRISONERS WHAT THE FUCK #you can bet ur butt the Justice League will be hearing out this violation of meta and human rights #ecto shielding has the same power dampening effect as kryptonite but none of the pain

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cupcakeshakesnake · 2 months

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So. Cult of the Lamb

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb fanart #blood tw #snake's art #Realized I forgot the horns but in my defense #None of the irl lamb photos I used as reference had horns

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kenobihater · 1 month

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reblog for a bigger sample size of former angry, creative, and/or highly dramatic children

#len asks #strangling tw #choking tw #drowning tw #<- ik followers and moots need those tagged but lmk if there's any more you want me to add #polls #personally i mostly hung my toys up. not in like a morbid way but i thought it was fun to swing them from trees #DEF threw them off structures in a morbid way. and melted their faces off in a morbid way. and gave them swirlies in a morbid way #i usually only did that to free mcdonalds toys and i don't think i ever did any of this to my expensive toys but i did like a bit of #violence here and there. it was an interesting outlet for sure. i basically always did it with a friend as well. bonding <3 #OH and we put out sparklers on an action figure once before tying blackcats to him and throwing him off a bridge. fun times!#oh and the freezer. i think that's it tho and i honestly only did most of these things once bc the novelty wore off #gonna periodically rb this for a bigger sample size. i will be HIGHLY disappointed in y'all if 'none' sweeps

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thisismisogynoir · 29 days

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I love it when women hate men. I love it when women are allowed to vent to each other about how horrible and creepy men are. I love it when women form friendships with and prioritize each other over relationships with men(whether they're attracted to them or not). I love it when women put men dni in their bios and on their nude photos and on posts on their blogs. I love it when women refuse to mollycoddle and accommodate entitled male feelings with "but this doesn't mean I hate all men, I know a few men who are great, I love my father/sons/brothers/uncles/male cousins/guy friends" I love it when women complain about men WITHOUT "not all men" being a disclaimer. I love it when women avoid socializing with/refuse to be around/befriend/get close to men because they know men can't be trusted. I love it when women make "kill all men" jokes. I love it when women offer absolutely no concern or care for men's feelings and if their misandry offends men whatsoever because why should we, men are the oppressor class who have raped and killed and abused us and kept us as subjugated as second-class citizens for millennia, they regularly mistreat us and the women in their own marginalized communities still every single day and make this world so much harder and more awful for us to be in, and if we choose to hate them and not spare them any sympathy then so be it, and I don't just mean "men as a class" either, you can be a woman who doesn't want to have anything to do with any man on an individual basis and completely cuts off men from her personal life too and ykw I will love and fucking support you in that because men deserve absolutely NOTHING from us. If they're so tough and strong then they can handle it just like they can handle being lonely. If you are a woman who hates men, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A LESBIAN AND/OR A TRANS WOMAN, then just know that I love you. I love you, I support you, and you are safe here.

#was going to make a post about how much i hate that women aren't allowed to hate their oppressors but i decided to spin it into something #positive instead #this is supposed to be the feminist site that makes reddit mgtow piss their baby diapers so let's go back to despising men and not coddling #their feelings and let's dye our hair blue while we're at it #i am so tired of this new wave of guilt-tripping and gaslighting women who hate men and don't trust or want to be around them #i hate how we're made into villainesses or the problematic ones for not valuing them in our lives or for wanting to guard ourselves or be #safe from our oppressors #and i'm tired of people who don't know the first thing about feminism being like 'BUT THAT'S TERF RHETORIC WHAT ABOUT X MINORITY MEN'#guess what women can also be x minority that you're trying to protect the men of and we get to hate men too #trans women are included when i say women btw and trans men are included when i say men #if anyone has the right to hate men more than anybody else it's trans women esp trans lesbians because they put up with so much shit #from men that even cis women do not and they especially know how vile men are behind closed doors #so #terfs fuck off #radfems fuck off #and if anybody tries to make this post more appeasing to men or 'not all men's this post you are getting blocked and hit with a hammer #feminism #misogyny #sexism #patriarchy #tw men #tw rape #tw abuse #misandry #terfs dni #radfems dni #feminists need to go back to being scary and unpalatable for men none of this 'but some of them are good!' bullshit #men are entitled to nothing from us #and if you try to prove me wrong then you are just proving my point if you have nothing good to say then simply keep scrolling #ok? ok.

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gearbroth · 1 year

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random tf2 doodles (+a gordon)

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #gordon freeman #tf2 demoman #do i have a favorite merc? idk can you tell #myart #pokemon #tw: blood #shadow the hedgehog #mysona #tf2 sona #there is context behind the one with shadow but you get none

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blotomical · 2 months

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The Heart of the facility

#tw body horror #I still do art btw I hope none of you forgot about me #genloss #genloss fanart #genloss art #generation loss #generation loss art #generation loss fanart #fanart #ranboo #ranboo generation loss #gl ranboo #art #ranboo fanart #ranboolive

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feluka · 9 months

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I knew you'd come through for me. You always do. -Well, you said "trust me". And you did.

#scrolled for an hour looking for a gifset of this (one of my FAVOURITE scenes)#and there were none?? i guess people are too fixated on the divorce...............#good omens #guns tw #good omens spoilers #gos2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #michael sheen #david tennant #my gifs

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vcrnons · 6 months

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JOSHUA seventeenth heaven highlight medley.

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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143

Warnings: none

Pairings: Drew Starkey x Female Reader

Summary: In which Drew sends Y/N a sweet text message.

Author's Note: I was super uninspired when I wrote this, sorry.

You were getting ready for work when you phone dinged. You grabbed your phone and turned it on before looking at the notification. It was a message from your boyfriend Drew. You smiled and opened it up to see what he texted you.

(Drew's text message)

Good morning, sleeping beauty. I just wanted to message you this morning to say that I love you and I hope you have an amazing day. I can't wait to see you later, that is all I can think about right now honestly. Your beautiful face is honestly all I ever want to think about. I'm just so lucky that you are my girlfriend. I don't even know how I would've survived without you before I met you. I had a surprise for you so I am going to pick you up from work today so I'll also drive you this morning. I'll be over in about 25 minutes to pick you up. I'll see you soon princess, 143. 💕

When you saw his message you smiled widely. You loved Drew so much, you were so lucky to have him in your life. You honestly didn't know what you would do without him either. His sweet message made you feel so happy.

You messaged back saying 'Okay, 143 🥰' and then went back to getting ready, super excited to see him when he arrived.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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bakubunny · 5 days

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daydreaming sweet, fluffy things abt being shota’s wife and pregnant with your first together. living and working on campus, making dinner for 1-A every now and then when you’re up for it. waddling around your shared staff dorm as you prepare for your little one to arrive. never being able to escape shota’s loving gaze when he’s around. he stops letting you help with certain things early on, even though you’re perfectly capable, just because he can. carrying around a cute little bundle while shota’s arms find their way around your waist. seeing him almost fall asleep taking care of your little one. watching the way he softens in the months after his baby girl is born, healthy and happy with eyes just like her mama’s. watching him learn how to be a dad, how that changes the way he approaches teaching and training his students. how it makes him better.

#that man gives me fictional baby fever like none other #bunzawa coded #x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #aizawa x reader #tw pregnancy #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakubunny #bnha fluff #MHA fluff #bunzawa self ship

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kingofthering · 6 hours

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JEREZ 2024 | Alex Marquez, Brad Binder and Enea Bastianini with the synchronized crashing at turn 5 during the sprint.

#motogp #tw crash #alex marquez #brad binder #enea bastianini #sorry I had to #moto: spain 2024 #y: 2024 #my gifs #*#100 #drift compatible #none of them are drift comparible but it’s what I tag synchro stuff

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spacedace · 8 months

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Reluctant War AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

More of the brain worm that has taken me over, gonna probably post it to Ao3 here before too long. Already got another part started and so many ideas for additional stuff, someone please send help I've been consumed by this thing lol

Sorry if Waller seems out of character, outside of fandom I'm mostly familiar with her through Justice League the animated show & Justice League: Unlimited and her vibe there has always struck me as "deeply incredibly unlikable character that also kind of has a point but also has done so much fucked up shit in the name of her goals that you don't really care about her point anymore." So you know, complicated lol. If she's completely unrecognizable let me know, but I'm hoping she feels at least somewhat like Waller.

Forgot to say this in the last update, but still feel free to use all this as an overly long prompt if yall want. Literally anything I throw out to the void should be treated as a prompt lol If there's anything at all interesting to you in any of this nonsense go for it <3 <3 <3

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Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Ruthless, heartless, vicious, cruel.

She’d been called it all. Wore the words thrown as insults as a badges of pride and valor. Because at the end of the day, when it came to the problems she was given to face, the issues she was meant to solve, those words meant she’d done what others had been too squeamish or cowardly to do. Life was a never ending slog of trolley problems and she the only one unshakable enough to pull the levers that needed pulling.

It wasn’t so simple as a matter of greater good.

Greater good was what the weak willed muttered to themselves after having feelings over doing the bare minimum. A justification used by people on all sides to do what they wanted with fractured, faulty logic thrown around like truth was a thing immutable. To assuage their guilt when they were forced to make a call they didn’t want to.

It wasn’t a matter of greater good. It was a matter of preservation. Of protection. Of digging through the filth to find the threats skittering beneath and crush them with ruthless abandon. Of facing a god and not blinking because if you did it could cost the world.

Of doing what needed to be done, no matter how underhanded or atrocious it was.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the throat of something that could threaten to destroy it all.

When the Ghost Investigation Ward had been shoved her way with it’s sucking wound of a budget, it’s bloated incompetent staff, its asinine methods she’d seen a rotted limb in need of hacking off. It hadn’t been until she’d been conducting her inspection, digging through the trash for a few pearls of effective agents she could snatch up and put to work elsewhere, that she’d truly seen what they were working on. The potential.

Potential to better arm themselves with in the forms of the strange new weapons being created.

Potential for threats far greater than anything even she had thought possible before.

The GIW as it had been when she’d first come across it was a fetid waste of time and resources. A laughing stock agency only secret because no one took them seriously enough to look. Made stupid and useless with its own conceited delusions of importance it didn’t actually have. Yet.

She went to work on it. Hacking away as she’d originally intended, but this time with a different goal in mind. She ripped out the weeds with bare, calloused hands and planted proficiency and loyalty in their place. She took over as director herself, tossing the self-aggrandizing fool that had been running the place into the ground to the dogs as the culprit for misappropriate spendings, saving the agency by tweaking things until their ballooning budget was pinned neatly onto the former director as an embezzling charge.

Then she got to work.

The Fentons were brilliant, if entirely insane. But Amanda could work with that. She’d reigned Harley Quinn in - more or less - she could do the same to the two deranged scientists that so eagerly wanted to be apart of the fight against the dead. Especially when the benefit came in the form of the inventions they threw together so easily, especially when those inventions were weapons.

It took very little to get them on board with her plans for the GIW. Keeping their focus could be a chore, at times, but she didn’t even have to really do much in the way of pressing to get them back where she wanted them. They craved knowledge and understanding nearly as much as they craved the eradication of the entities themselves. Letting them have the first look at a new subject here, free reign over a vivisection there, it took so little to fuel their fervor and keep them busy working on the projects she set for them.

Things had been going smoothly.

For a time at least.

Until Phantom.

He’d been the main focus of the previous director’s attention, the big fish he’d so desperately wanted to catch and put up on his wall. Amanda wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a tempting prospect, but not one she’d put above the other projects she had set in motion since taking over. No, Phantom was powerful, enough to be a real problem one day, but she could the awkward youth in the way he held himself, the inexperience in how he handled situations. She had time to get everything else in order before focusing on getting Amity Park’s would-be hero brought to heel.

And he would be brought to heel. One way or another.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the Core of a fledgling god and bending him to her will.

An artifact, old an powerful, recovered with some effort. A means of controlling specters, of chaining them to the will of the artifact’s wielder. Dangerous in the wrong hands. Dangerous in the right hands.

It was shattered, and even whole and functional Phantom was resistant to its power. But Amanda Waller prided herself in her ability to see the potential in things. It could be repaired, be made better. Even gods could be bound, be made to kneel, with the right pieces, with the right application of force.

It was just a matter of time to gather everything needed.

Phantom didn’t know he could single handedly destroy every last member of the Justice League. The baby fat, the innocent eyes, the split-second hesitations when he fought. He knew enough to be confident in fighting the usual ghosts that haunted Amity Park, but he still very much saw himself as a little fish. Maybe it was the part of him that was still Daniel Fenton, gangly teenager not quite sure what he was truly capable of yet.

She had time before the Fenton’s son truly became an issue. Time to judge if his parents’ obsessiveness would overcome their - rather shoddy, by Amanda’s estimation - parental instincts and continue to hunt him once they knew the truth. Time to get as much out of them as she could before hand, should they falter at the idea of attacking their own son. Time for the staff to be repaired and returned to working order, to get the other items needed for the truly big fish hidden on the other side of the veil between worlds.

She had time.

Until she didn’t.

Pariah Dark had not been something she thought she’d have to account for - not yet, at least.

If he wasn’t already dead, she’d ring the Ghost King’s neck with her bare hands. His arrival had opened Phantom’s eyes to what he was capable of, of just how big of a fish he was. Worse still, Phantom’s defeat of the war mongering King changed the state of play. Phantom was no longer an impressively powerful half dead teenager.

He was King Infinite.

He was an Ancient.

He was getting on her last damn nerves.

Phantom’s rogue gallery were now firmly under the boy’s control. Still distinct nuisances around Amity Park, but no longer considered true concerns. They were loyal to their boy king, delighting in ruffling his feathers but never crossing the line into treason or attempted regicide. Which meant that the GIW was the only thing that held his attention.

Amanda took the time to send a care package to the former GIW director in his tiny, dank prison cell. As thanks for his carelessness in revealing to the entire town - both living and dead - of the agency’s existence and their intentions. Had he stuck to standard protocol, Phantom would have been none the wiser to their presence. Would have scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders at the ghost that went missing upon occasion. Would have been boredly uninterested in the people his parents had begun working with. Would have been taken by surprise when they finally came for him.

But no.

No that self-obsessed, fame chasing imbecile had to go and announce to everyone and their dead mother that the GIW existed and exactly what it was they were in Amity Park to do.

Phantom knew what they were there to do.

They could only count on his naive certainty that he could broker peace with them for so long.

Peace. As if he and his people weren’t the invading force, the monsters slipping in through the cracks between worlds, the latest threat that had to be accounted for. As if he himself hadn’t rent their world asunder himself in another world, another time. No. Peace was not something they could hash out with this baby-faced monarch with his too-big crown. Peace was the assurance of safety, security. Of control of the situation.

There could be no peace.

The higher ups were somehow surprised when Phantom took that to mean there would be war.

Amanda Waller was not.

The Fentons, as suspected, took the right side when all was revealed. Steady hands and flinty eyes as they crafted the weapons that would be needed for the coming fight. Minds even sharper in their maddened grief, hearts set on revenge for the son lost and the entity that stole his face and friends and sister in his garish pretense at humanity. They were blinded to the reality of the situation in its entirety, the potential in what their son truly was, but at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. They did what she needed them to do, they could believe whatever it was they wanted so long as they did.

By the time the boy king and his armies marched upon the Amity park facility, preparations had been put into place. The base in Amity had been stripped back to bare essentials, everything of importance moved to more secured locations.

The weapons labs.

The artifact.

The girl.

All tucked well away from the front lines where Phantom and his motley crew could not reach. Their time to be put in play would come, but not yet. First she needed to gauge what Phantom and his people were capable of, what they were willing to do in the name of what they wanted. Amity Park was a pawn well sacrificed on that front. As were the other facilities she’d left easy to find.

The problem with making children gods, with giving them crowns and calling them King and giving them armies to play with, was that they thought there should be rules. That even in the trenches tearing apart their enemies, there was a certain level of playing fair that everyone was held to. They thought there was a way the world worked, of how things should be that blinded them to more effective options even as time stretched on and desperation set in.

It was the Dead’s problem though, not hers.

She reached out to the Justice League. Sour faced, unhappy, bitterly reluctant to accept that she needed their help. Stone faced and barely containing their rage at what little they knew of the situation, they agreed to a meeting.

She didn’t let herself smile until she was well and truly alone in her office.

Greater good. A lie people told themselves. A fairytale told to children. A means of convincing the weaker willed that they had no choice, that they had a noble duty to bend to. A belief that could be wielded like a weapon if the fantasy of the idea had dug in deep enough. And there were few it had dug into so deep as the members of the Justice League.

Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands clenched tight on a victory long in the making.

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Part Four

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton #amanda waller #GIW #ghost investigation ward #Jack Fenton #Maddie Fenton #bad parents jack & maddie fenton #cause none of this is angsty enough yet lol #tw references to vivisection #tw references to death #waller out here playing 3d chess #of course she wasn't surprised by the inevitable war she was just hoping she'd have her secret weapon ready before it actually kicked off #oh well she still has plans B - J to get through #and all the variations for each #gonna take care of her ghost problem and her justice league problem in one fell swoop if she gets her way #just throw some GIW agents into the meat grinder for a bit while she gets stuff in order & so she can see just what Danny is willing to do #anyway wonder what Elle is up to during all this #i'm sure she's fine and there's nothing to worry about #waller playing the long con yall

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