#Stacy West

[amostimprobabledream]

Wow, so I've just realised that Smithy and Nessa are a literally a mainstream media enemies-to-lovers slowburn otp all along.

[three-unspoken-words]

You’re pretty. You’re so pretty. It’s actually unbelievable how gorgeous you are. You’re pretty and funny and you’re everything I want. You’re the one I want to tell the good and bad news to, and the one I want to wake up with a text from. You’re the one I close my eyes thinking about and the one I look for in every room. You’re perfect, you’re perfect for me.

And maybe in another universe you’d think that too.

[xmsmarvel18]

My OTPs had similar facial expression! 😭💕

[arctic-hands]

I wish I could believe something would come of this, but nothing came of it when Palestinian-American Shireen Abu Akleh was shot in the head by the I.O.F either. Hell, nothing came of it when the young, white, and blonde American Rachel Corrie--who would have been a perfect candidate for Missing/Murdered White Woman Syndrome under any other circumstance--was bulldozed to death by israeli forces while trying to save a Palestinian home. America doesn't care about Americans once you stand up against military brutality and apartheid. Hell, think of all the Palestinian-Americans we refused to evacuate when these bombings began last year

[wanderingmind867]

The one annoying thing about flash comics: I don't like Iris West very much. It all started with Flash #114, when Captain Cold very gently proposed to her, and she pretty much reacted like this: "Ugh! You freak!? I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on earth!"

And gods, lady. I know he's a felon, but you're acting like he's a walking piece of trash. Captain Cold would've been well within his rights to freeze you then and there. Also, Iris regularly mocks her boyfriend by calling him slow. She's an insufferable lady. John Broome apparently wanted to kill her shortly after her and barry got married, but Julius Schwartz wouldn't let him. I wish he had let him. I hate Iris. Barry Allen isn't the most exciting guy, but he's at least a good person. Iris doesn't even seem like a very good person sometimes.

If a character like the Reverse-Flash killed her (as I believe he did), I might actually not care. It might be the rare time where I would've been fine with a main or supporting character death. Jason Todd? Larry Lance? Captain Mar-Vell? Gwen Stacy? All no-go deaths for me. All deaths that anger me and irritate me and make me hate the writers responsible. But Iris West? I can't help but not care that much. She's just not a good character to me, and I would not have cared if John Broome killed her off in the late 60s.

[indigosabyss]

Writeathon Week 3 Roundup

Streaming these sessions live on twitch.

This week was... hard.

My anxiety's getting bad, money issues are pressing in, and cousins are coming to stay over for the rest of the month, so I'm no longer motivated to finish the "one million words before August" goal, when I could spend that energy working on self-published original fiction to go to my university fund.

I enjoy chatting with you guys, and working on fics together. But at this point I'm just trying to do two weeks more of this, to gather all the data on when I should do my streams. Then I'll revert to my biweekly schedule.

Week's Goal: 21,000 words Actual Count: 18,012 words Words left: 90,963 words

Daily Streams For The Next Week Will Start At 9 AM GMT+5

under the cut are the fics that I worked on this week.

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Personal WIPs

Playing A Mean Game (T, 12.5k+)

(chapter released early on Patron request.)

Three months ago, Monica Rambeau sealed up the Incursion, with her on the other side. Tired of waiting, Kamala gathered up the Quantum Bands and brute forced her way through the Noor to get to her side. Except she gets deposited in a world that's almost exactly like the sixties of her own world. With the addition of a group of people she definitely would have remembered. Erik was just trying to stop Schmidt from getting his hands on another kid like him. He didn't take into account that he would have to keep an eye on her after that.

Unnamed YA x YJ Crossover (T, 15k+)

Starting with Tommy Shepherd landing in the YJ show's Central City, and escalating to almost all the Young Marvel heroes being dragged into Young Justice's Season 2, and trying to deal with the Reech. This fic has excerpts all over tumblr, but for the moment I have the full fic restricted to Patreon (all tiers), until I've worked it up to 60k.

Team Venn (N/A, 3.9k)

A one-shot teamup between Gwen Poole, Wade Wilson, and Gwen Stacy. On early access, to be released to general public next Friday.

Distracting From the Main Point (T, 16k)

Crack-treated-seriously fic Kamrelli and Samkamiles fic.

It wasn't an inspired plan. But it could've worked. It could've worked. If it hadn't been for that devastatingly likeable Bruno Carelli, who had obviously already won her affections and just hadn't known it yet. Oh, and the two other teenage superheroes she was having a dramatic polycule relationship with. They might have had something to do it.

[tiny-maus-boots]

Down South pt 3

Stacie:

Stacie peeked around the back corner of their house and took note of where the remaining shooters were located. There weren’t that many but a few had taken cover behind still living tumbleweeds that ringed their courtyard. Without a good line of sight Aubrey would be hard pressed to pick them off. In the end each side would resort to potshots at the other until someone ran out of ammo or they lit the house and barn. 

Well that sure as hell wasn’t going to happen on her watch. They had spent good long hours together, sweating and bleeding to build a home from nothing but dirt and clay. It was the proudest work she’d ever done and the most peace she had ever felt and she wasn’t willing to let anyone ruin it for her. For any of them. Stacie gave a soft bird whistle and smiled when a volley of shots rang out from the second floor. Just enough fire to give her cover as she scooted the exposed span from the house to the barn. 

She ducked inside and closed the door behind her. Shouts from the bushes let her know they’d seen her and they were planning to flush her out. Stacie chuckled and rolled her eyes at the predictability. 

“Men. Always in a rush to get ‘er done.” 

The tall brunette ducked down behind a squat platform on wheels and pushed it forward to center it to the door. She stepped up behind it and yanked away the heavy canvas tarp covering her newest baby. Stacie’s fingers traced over the calligraphy lovingly etched on the side of one of the six barrels of her gatling gun. 

Southern Hospitality. 

 Each piece was crafted by her own two hands with the help of the local blacksmith. It had taken her weeks just to figure out how to get the lock cylinder to work and truthfully she’d hadn’t had the chance to try her out. There was a very real possibility that it would blow up in her face from misfires when she turned the crank. And it was still the sexiest damn hardware she’d ever laid eyes on, making her hands itch with anticipation.

“Hello gorgeous.”

Rough voices barked out orders in short staccato bursts. It didn’t worry her none. Stacie whistled a tuneless melody as she lifted the hopper full of rounds and clicked it into place. The activity on the other side of the door became frenzied when the men had finally made their way past the barrage of bullets from the house. 

“We know you’re in there, woman. Come without a fight and make this easy. Don’t make us have to hurt you.” 

If she had a peso for every time she’d heard that. Stacie snagged a long stalk of hay from the abandoned pile and stuck it between her smiling lips. Well, they’d learn just like the others, she never went down without a fight. 

“Well boys, if ya want me you’re gonna hafta just come and get me.” 

The doors to the barn rattled ominously, a threat of what would come if they had to come in and get her. They would come in with guns drawn and ready, that was for sure. They might underestimate who exactly they were dealing with but not enough to be that careless and stupid. Stacie didn’t intend to give them a chance to shoot. The moment she saw the doors buckle and start to bow out she started to crank her girl up. 

Her lips tugged back wider as her grin turned to a grimace from the loud crack of rapid fire shots blasting through the doors of the barn. Acrid smoke from the gunpowder stung her nostrils, the heat of combustion left her face feeling warm and raw like she’d been too close to a blacksmith’s forge. 

Stacie kept cranking until the hopper was empty and the only sounds left were the echoing clacks of spinning barrels rotating through the locking gear. What was left of the lower half of one of the doors creaked in the breeze and promptly fell to the dirt. From where she stood she counted four sets of legs on the ground and none of them were moving. 

Careful steps brought her around Southern Hospitality toward the doors. The woman cautiously pushed the door open and peeked out at the damage. They’d need to replace the doors before the cattle arrived, maybe a plank or two out of the front wall but the building stood strong. Stacie gave a testing kick to the foot of one of the men and nodded with satisfaction. Movement by the porch caught her eye and she drew her pistol without thought and fired.

He dropped to the ground with a groan and a curse. Gut shot. No bullet wound was a good one but a gut shot was the worst. The man raises his gun and fired back wildly, making her have to duck back into the barn for cover. Now she was pinned until he either bled out or one of the girls came downstairs to deal with him. She was guessing the latter would be happening very quickly.

It wasn’t long before she heard the soft fluttering chirp of their all clear call. Whatever end that man had met it ended silently and likely by one of Beca’s blades. Stacie pushed the door open wider and scanned the area. Nothing moved save for Beca wiping a knife on the shirt of the man on the porch. They shared a solemn nod as she closed the distance to the house. 

“We get all of them?”

“Aubrey says yes.”

“Good enough. Who the hell are they?”

Beca knelt by the man and searched his vest pockets. She sighed and ripped off the badge pinned to his shirt to hold it up. Pinkerton National Detective Agency. Well shit. Stacie holstered her gun and kicked at the man’s leg just out of spite. They looked at each other over the Pinkerton’s body, each refusing to say the smartest course of action. 

They could run. They should run. 

But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Stacie couldn’t even bring herself to voice the idea that felt like admitting so much defeat. They broke eye contact when the front door swung open and Chloe and Aubrey shuffled out. Beca silently held out the badge to Chloe and stood back. The redhead shuddered and dropped the badge on the ground as if it burned. 

Aubrey wrapped an arm around Chloe’s shoulders and nodded to the men laying scattered around their property with her chin. Her nose wrinkled daintily as she considered all their options. Stacie hoped the blonde wasn’t about to suggest a Christian burial for any of them. She was far past being done with breaking her back for a man. Any man.

“They’ll come looking when this lot doesn’t come back to the pueblo. If they come here they will burn it to the ground if we’re inside or not.”

Chloe shook off the memory that had prompted her statement and hooked her thumbs in her suspenders. If they ran now it wouldn’t matter, everything would still be destroyed. They’d lose everything but their lives and even that wasn’t guaranteed. Stacie tossed her long locks over her shoulder and looked up at the position of the sun. It would be dark soon enough and that would provide them a measure of cover. 

“I don’t know about y’all but I’m all out of run. This is our home now, we built this, and I’ll be damned if I like some shiny metal scare me off our land.”

Aubrey gave her a long measuring look before nodding her agreement. Her soft voice carried the weight of all their thoughts. 

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. A time to be born…”

“And a time to die.” 

They finished the verse solemnly. Stacie imagined those Pinkertons would agree. Right up until they realized they would be the ones doing the dying. Aubrey mumbled a soft prayer for them all and placed her hat on her head with firm conviction. 

And so their time for peace was at an end, as they were certain to ride into a time of war. Stacie watched the light that had grown in Aubrey’s eyes dim with cold resignation. For now. For now they’d give up their peace. But Stacie would spend every minute until her last bringing that light back if she had to blow up every single Pinkerton that crossed the border.

[chaoticdesertdweller]

"Evening Show" by Max Stacy, 2022

Alpine, Texas

[trnsocial]

Remember That Show? Ep. 20: KIDS, Incorporated

We’re going “all around the nation” to discuss “the new sensation” that was KIDS, Incorporated a kids musical show that ran for 10 years on the Disney Channel and featured all the top pop music hits of the 80’s. We also talk about the rise of music videos, the best TV theme song and how this show was the launching pad for future superstars like Fergie, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Mario Lopez!

[papaiyatree]

literally going to fucking kill and bite and maim i wish i could get off atsv tiktok but the edits.... the edits......

[batfammeetsspidergang]

Peter: I'm gonna help you, 'cause you know why?

Gwen: Because you walk around with so much guilt about everybody you love dying that you're a compulsive fixer?

[three-unspoken-words]

It’s easy to realise that they’re not good for you anymore. The life and energy they use to give you with every interaction now switching to simply draining you.

It takes a lot of courage to step away from the situation. Despite how painful it is.

You have to acknowledge that the longer you hold on. The deeper the wound will become.

Let go of them now and let yourself heal.

[wronghordakisbae]

also justice for Scott’s brother Lawrence ?? The way he isn’t mentioned in the movie or show

[shrinkthisviolet]

Chapter Summary: STAR Labs trains Barry to fight Girder, who shows up at Jitters too, though Morgan's quick to intervene. Barry runs off to confront Girder himself, leaving Morgan worried...and her repeated Sentry outings come back to bite her. The Streak is dubbed the Flash by Iris, and he gets one more piece in the Sentry identity puzzle.

New to the fic? Read from Chapter 1

[zaleriz]

Even till this day. Apologies for all of them

no youre going to come over here and apologize to that female character from 2000s-2010s film and television. speak up she cant hear you.

[usedtronicsplus]

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