#black canary for GA for what i read

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RIP all female superheroes who either are textually just as powerful or more powerful than the men they're dating, or should be, but are always relegated to the sidelines and never allowed to contribute as much to solving the plot as the male main character

[ccbatman]

woe. bruce and dinah friendship be upon ye:

"Someone has to have our backs. Keep us honest. That's why I'm here." / "Batman needs a conscience? Okay, I'll bite."

{ The Brave and the Bold (1980) #166 • JLI (1987) #13 • Batgirl Year One (2003) #7 • JLI (1987) #6 • JLI (1987) #7 • JLA: Incarnations (2001) #4 • Green Arrow/Black Canary (2007) #1 • Injustice 2 (2017) #4 • JLI (1987) #13 • JLI (1987) #11 • Justice League of America (1960) #84 • Justice League of America: Rebirth (2017) }

[sherwoodflorists]

It really is such a great time to be a DC fan rn like there's so many books and upcoming runs that I'm looking forward to that it's completely reinvigorated me lol

[bambiesfics]

⊹ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 ⊹

warning: water-sports, extreme overstimulation, graphic depictions of lesbian smut, r!receiving finger bang, sarcastic Ellie, fluff + loving at the end.

vague description: reader has a full bladder and is trapped in Ellie William’s hatchback.

author’s note: re-upload of my fic from last blog, also don’t read this in public. It gets intense.

“Pinup paradise diner…home to… ‘The World’s Bustiest Milkshake Jars?’”

You read, with your face nosed deep into the crease of the monotoned map. You deflated back into your seat, irritated at the amount of eye-strain required to make out such small font. And let the roadmap blanket the top of your thighs.

“Is that where we’re going next?”

Ellie's eyes were intently focused on the red Honda Civic in front of her, the one she’d almost rolled her windows down to spit at, less than a minute ago. Her stacked bracelets clinked as she cracked the knuckles of each one of her boney fingers.

“Is that what it says on the map?”

You flipped back to the legend, squinting at the list of diners, drive-ins, and street trucks. The corner of her plump smile quirked, hearing you mutter,

“Jesus, how do you read this thing?”

Your squint jumped between Ellie and the page, “uhhhh…yes?—yes!”

“Then that’s where we’re going next.” She crudely cracked her pinky last. The last finger with chips of black nail polish speckled on it and a snug silver braided ring that hugged it. She settled into her seat, merging onto the left lane.

“Pinup Paradise? Really? Seems like an odd choice for a drink after going to Whopping Wrap.”

You flipped the map neatly back onto your lap as your girlfriend flicked the blinker up.

“Milkshakes after chicken wraps Ellie? Really?”

“Hey—Tommy said they have the best milkshakes this side of the state. That type of man, the fucking lumberjack he is, does not fuck around when it comes to satiating that gnarly sweet tooth.”

She muttered “He probably has cavities bigger and darker than the cracks in the Grand Canyon.”

And your tiny giggle teased a smile out of Ellie, as she half-heartedly blocked the swats you struck at her with the rolled up map.

Your girlfriend got such a fucked up kick out of busting Tommy’s balls, and he knew it too.

She flicked the signal light up higher once more and cruised right into the strip mall lane that led the car through to the drive-thru, the diner growing closer each second.

In a smooth slow crawl you and your girlfriend rolled towards ‘Pinup Paradise Diner.’

A canary yellow, vintage diner, littered with paintings of 50’s pinup models that decorated all of the glass windows.

A drive-thru swinging sign read ‘The World’s Bustiest Milkshake!’ above the order window.

You were incredibly humored, noting all the double entendres and puns that weaved through the slogans graffitied across the menu board and windows.

A young crew member poked her head out of the order window, smiling tightly before asking for both of your orders. She watched on while Ellie fished for her peeling leather wallet in the back pocket, and poked her head out of the side of the hatchback window.

“Hey, can I grab a blueberry crust milkshake? And she’ll have….” Ellie trailed off, shooting you back a look with her eyebrow raised.

“…What’ll you have?”

“I’ll have a vanilla bean milkshake please. Also could I get a bottled water, if you have that?”

“Okay, so right now we only have the 1 liter sized bottled water.. would that be alright?”

“Ah, I’m sure that’s no problem, I’ll take it. Thank youuu.” you sang, and the girl mirrored your gentle smiled. You settled back into your seat and she closed the window.

“Why’d you get water?”

Ellie observed, hastily touching up her upper and bottom lashes with mascara, in the dash mirror, before she had to put her foot on the gas.

Vain. You teased in your head.

….But so pretty.

The mascara made her already long lashes, even longer. Her dark brown eyeliner was smudged, yet the grittiness was still so attractive on her. “You should wear brown eyeliner more Els. It really brings out the green in your eyes.”

She side-eyed you suspiciously.

“Thanks?…”

And you rolled your eyes. Your girlfriend loved to pretend she was allergic to compliments unless they were talking about her earth-shattering service top abilities.

Ellie grabbed both your milkshakes. And used her teeth to rip the paper cover off her straw while passing you your drink.

She put her foot on the gas and peeled out.

“You still didn’t answer the question.”

“What question?”

“The question of what possessed you to buy an entire liter of water?”

“Because like, you know the sweet aftertaste left in your mouth after you eat something really sweet? I don’t know, but it makes my mouth feel dry.”

“Ah.” she responded.

“…that’s actually real as fuck.”

“Right?” You settled deeper into your seat. Hugging the milkshake to your chest while you stalked a few instagram stories, relaxing into the rhythmic roll of your girlfriend's beat up hatchback.

Townhouses and parked SUV’s started running on either side of the car as Ellie drove on, deeper into suburbia. You pushed yourself up to gaze out the window.

“Where are we going?”

Ellie turned right into a smaller street.

“To find a place to park. I’m tired of driving.”

“Hmm, sorry baby” you hummed as you rubbed her thigh. Your eyes lit up. “Then can I drive your ca—”

“—no. When will you stop asking?”

“When you finally let me drive it? Let me behind the wheel please.”

She scoffed, eyeing you up and down. “So I can end up with my knees touching the back of my skull? Yeah no.”

“You’re not funny Ellie.”

“And you’re the only passenger princess I’ve seen whining to do her girlfriend's job. Be a lady, damn.”

You broke down laughing, clutching your chest while Ellie bit her lip down to put a lid on her own laughter.

You shimmied close to her, your breasts squishing her upper arm.

“Then can I have some of your blueberry shake?”

She circled the straw around your mouth and made you chase it.

“uh ah-uh-hah—Ellie.” You whined.

Ellie barked a laugh at how adorable you looked, and then slotted the straw onto your puckered mouth.

“Mmm…”

“You like?”

“Yeah it’s so yummy. I should’ve gotten that instead.”

Ellie attempted to take her milkshake back, but with some struggle as you leaned further and further into her seat, pressing your front body into her arms just to keep tasting it. You were practically finished your own drink, and were now drinking half of hers. And in that moment you recalled at all the previous times your girlfriend had gripped your ass and whispered how you were a greedy little princess in your ear. Ellie was an asshole through and through.

But she spoiled you, and she loved doing it.

You eased back, and Ellie stole her milkshake back. She circled her tongue around the tip of the straw before sucking it. Wrapping her pink lips around the sticky tip your rosy lip gloss had covered seconds prior.

You dropped your empty cup in the cup holder and went to chug most of your water. It provided an indescribable amount of relief from the saccharine blanket on your tastebuds. A cool feeling that settled in you, as Ellie pulled into a grassy park parking lot.

Willow trees lined up along the curb, their weeping pose provided shade to several lots, including the one above you.

Ellie killed off the engine. She tipped her head against the headrest in relief. She flexed her fingers, stretching out the kinks, feeling the breeze run past.

Her head lolled limply to face you. “Do I really look that good in brown eyeliner?”

“Yes you really do.”

Ellie’s cheek dimpled.

“I love when you tell me stuff like that.”

“Like what? That you look pretty?”

You murmured into her shoulder, looking up at her.

“Yeah, makes me feel…dunno, not like a greasy loser.”

“Please, as if I would ever let a greasy loser bag me.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Jesus, kill yourself.”

She maintained eye contact with you, green eyes jumping between your own. Reflecting the amber beauty of the sun in its sparkle. She gave you a soft smile, you gave Ellie one back. A truce to the constant teasing. And Ellie took it as an invitation to dip her head down, and pull your lips into a kiss. One she’d been yearning to do since she’d first reversed both of you out of your driveway.

Ellie chased the kiss into the back seat. She gripped the fat of your hips to inch you slowly off of the center console and towards the back. She followed, kicking her loose driver’s seat forward with the sole of her sneakers. The slide adjusting rail had seen better days, and had been owned by better people than the currently horny, blunt, ungraceful young lesbian who had an avid penchant for violence, that owned it that day.

Ellie teased her hand up from your hips to the base of your neck, to grab the back of your head as she worked her puffy lips against yours. She was hungry for your little mouth, and it was seen in the way her jaw flexed.

Ellie kissed you with a remarkably intense eroticism.

Her hands ran down over the fabric of your milkmaid top before ripping the holes away from the buttons to let your tits spill out right into her hands. Each nipple immediately kissed the waiting pads of her thumbs, as they moved to greedily massage the sensitive head. Grazing each of your puffy tender domes over and over. “Fuck, need to suck these heavy tits baby.”

Ellie’s lips made their way down your chest. She suckled some swollen red marks into the skin, before making her way lower. Coming eye to eye with your nipples.

“Can you please squeeze your boobies together?”

You took your palms and pushed them together. Ellie's whiny sigh sent heat pooling in your tummy. She leaned in, licking a greedy stripe across both nipples, tickling their head with the tip of her tongue, tonguing the flesh around both areolas. And suckling your nipples intermittently then popping off them. Leaving both of them so puffed out.

Your squeaks filled the expanse of her small car, and her aroused groans joined to match.

She shoved her fingers in the waistband of your tiny denim shorts and tugged at them. They budged, but barely, so you helped your girlfriend. You lifted your ass off the seat and slid your shorts and thong down your thighs, before Ellie slid them the rest of the way off your ankles and threw them in the front seat.

The soft breeze blew past your cunt. Exposing the warm skin to a cooler environment.

“S-should we be doing this in a park?” you squeeked.

Ellie kissed her answer on your lips “there’s” *smooch* “no one” *smooch* “here.” As she shoved her hand down to palm the fat of your vagina. Feeling your pussy fill up her fingers. Ellie curled a middle finger into your tight hole, it barely wanted to split apart to accommodate her finger. But she marveled at how hungrily it sucked her in. She pumped shallowly before adding in her ring finger.

Her chrome ring grazed the swelling mound inside your hole; your g-spot. And it pulled a pathetic mewl out of you. She curled her wrist up, ligament appearing. And pumped harder. Enjoying your shaking thighs in the air.

Your brain was melting into mush. And all you managed were barely coherent babbles.

“…feels ss-s'good” your eyes were rolled backwards.

“God bunny…” Ellie marveled, “your pretty pussy’s so greedy.”

Ellie’s teeth dug into her lip “How did I bag you?”

All you could muster were delirious squeak noises in response as you tugged on the base of her ponytail.

“Look-look down” Ellie’s fingers grasped your chin, pulling your eyes away from her flushed aroused face and towards your own shiny pussy. “L-look at how you’re swallowing my fingers.”

Ellie’s forehead knocked against yours.

“Hey…c-can you squeeze for me?”

You never disobeyed her instructions, not when you both were like this. Nodding limply, you clamped around Ellie’s fingers, a choked moan escaped you. And a deep, throaty groan escaped her. Feeling how tightly you suckled in her fingers, how badly you wanted her there, made a warm heat throb between Ellie’s legs and left her boxers sticking to her sloppy cunt. Ellie could almost cry that she couldn’t bully a cock inside you, just to feel that desperate clamp around her cock.

Her ring pushed into your plump inner walls over and over, and dragged a new delicious zing of pleasure through the ribbed inner walls. Puffy, swollen, and sloppy with slick.

Ellie had a newfound resistance in her thrusting, the clamping, warm grip of your puffed out walls were holding her fingers still. But she kept pumping, like a suction cup being stuck on and popped off.

You were assaulted with thrilling pleasure from your walls clamping, chasing the press of her jewelry. And from your girlfriends frenzied, desperate thrusting. Ellie was just as hazy brained as you.

It was a costly mistake. All of the fluttering was stimulating your pelvic muscles. Which stimulated the other tiny hole snuggled in your pussy. The familiar pressure of a full bladder pressed behind the teeny hole of your urethra. Your squeaks came out strained. You scooted into different positions on the seat, trying to ebb away the pressure.

The shifting positions only made it worse as your tummy squished from movement, and as Ellie pumped upwards.

She jack hammered her fingertips against the puffy roof of your warm cunt. Her feverish ministrations put so much pressure on your bladder. You choked out a breathy plea.

Your hands skated up your girlfriend's torso, past her exposed waist and pebbled nipples that strained against her t-shirt, and finally towards her square shoulders in an attempt to push her back.

She needed off.

“I gotta…uhn… I gotta.” you whimpered.

“What was that?” Ellie sighed.

“I-ah!” The thrust felt so good.

You were whiny “th-think I needa pee.”

“I’m fucking you so good it’s got you confusing cumming for peeing? Y’so adorable it’s insane.” Ellie kissed your lips, picking up her pace.

She took the hand she’d used to squeeze and pinch your tits and brought it down to press on your lower tummy, as she thrust up.

Oh.

“Nnnnhnhn no! ph-please ewwie.. can’t—hold it.” You babbled the same desperate plea incoherently, but with a mouth nearly paralyzed from the incessant abuse of your hole Ellie was doing, you were left whiny and gulping, babbling tiny sentences at a time.

Sweat pricked at your skin, an orgasm was fucked into your vagina, and a full bladder pressed at your urethra. You didn’t know what to do as the mounting climax forced against your urethra left you with a desperate need for release, in the car.

Ellie’s lips kissed your jaw, snuggling against your head.

“You wanna let it out, big girl? Make a big mess f’me. We can clean it all up later, I promise.”

“nuh—ah Ellie no no…aghh! ”

Your urethra let out a thin light spurtle. Settling into the space between you two as more slick gushed out of your hole. You sobbed through your orgasm, from the joint pleasure of climax combined with relief from pressure pressing against your urethra. Ellie kept fingering you through each tiny pump of liquid that squirted from your urethra and through each contraction of its sloppy wet vagina, as slick spilled out of you and ran past your bare ass, onto her leather seats. With each aggressive thrust of Ellie’s fingers—fuck in—pull out—came out spurt after spurt, from each hole. She slowed down once you fell back into the seat softly; boneless and glass-eyed. Like an abused rag doll.

You both caught your breaths, Ellie from the aggressive thump and heat in her pussy. And you from your ‘accident’.

Ellie watched as the looming embarrassment creeped every so slowly onto your face, as the orgasm slowly ebbed away. She placed shaky kisses on top of your head. Cupping the back of it in support.

Sure, maybe her car wasn’t the best time to explore that kink. Seeing as the bottom half of her shirt and her belt was wet.

But she wasn’t going to let her girlfriend curl in on herself in shame, just because of her body’s natural reaction. Especially one that Ellie practically fucked out of you.

If not for the small space of the car she might’ve pulled you into her lap, to kiss away the upset creases between your brows. But she could do nothing more than hover above your trembling body, and caress your squished tummy with her free hand, until the shaking eased.

She was breathless. “You did so good, baby.”

You shoved your face into the crook of Ellie’s neck. The sweet cologne on the collar of her shirt calmed you down, with its medley of gourmands, lavender and florals.

Your girlfriend had a way of grounding you. Everything about Ellie had the ability to. From her cold, icy fingers, to her soft, pine scented hair. To her woodsy cologne, always left on the collar of her shirts, ready to tranquilize your unrest.

“nuh-uh I—.”

“—So good. My good girl, doing exactly what I tell you too, c’mere.”

Ellie unplugged her fingers out from your hole and suckled the last bit of slick cream off, then swiped it on her shirt. She licked her lips. Using her now clean hand to cup the side of your jaw and draw you into a heated kiss that left both of you trembling.

You shifted positions in the seat from discomfort.

“You still need to pee s’more?”

“No.”

“Babe…”

“Maybe.”

Ellie reached over and opened your door, then hopped out from her side. Jogging over to shield your body.

You crouched in behind her, her and the car towered over you from both sides.

You pouted up at her, and she glowered down at you. Her arms crossed firmly as she looked away briefly to scan around the area. Before parking her gaze back down at you as the remaining stream from your bladder emptied itself.

“No more vanilla bean milkshakes.” you winced at the feeling of the breeze tickling your swollen labia.

“Of course. Yeah, that was the real culprit. Not the mega-giant 1 liter water bottle.”

You frowned.

Ellie’s arms dropped from their cross, and her black fingernails pinched the fat of your cheek and pulled teasingly.

She reassured you.

“Yeah sure, we’ll blame it on the vanilla bean milkshake.”

[thequiver]

Who is...Oliver Queen | Green Arrow? - A Reading Guide

Oliver Queen is a hero from DC comics that was first introduced in 1941. Ollie is a character based firmly in the folk hero genre with an unmistakable heavy-handed influence from the Robin Hood mythos. Ollie is best known for being canonically a socialist, befriending assassins and "villains", and for having his most common enemy be the police. He is the father of Roy Harper (Speedy, Arsenal, Red Arrow), Connor Hawke (Green Arrow), Mia Dearden (Speedy), Tim North, and Robert Queen II. He's the older brother of Emiko Queen (Red Arrow). And the long-time partner of Dinah Lance (Black Canary) and Hal Jordan (Green Lantern). Ollie is often at odds with other heroes, which makes his epitaph the most fitting way to sum up his character in that he always makes the right enemies.

A reading list with totally legal links is under the cut!

As always

Origins: these comics deal specifically with Ollie's experience on the island

Green Arrow: Year One Green Arrow: The Wonder Year Green Arrow: Stranded (non-canon but still an AMAZING look at the island)

Select Golden and Silver Age Stories: it is HIGHLY ENCOURAGED to read these before reading GL/GA and particularly Snowbirds Don't Fly to get full context of the Pre-Snowbirds GA/Speedy dynamic.

More Fun Comics #78, 81-82, 89, 91-92 World’s Finest Comics #7, 57, 70 Adventure Comics #121, 133, 137, 151, 155, 164, 166, 179, 184, 189, 196 Adventure Comics #233 World’s Finest Comics #88 Adventure Comics #246, 256, 260-263 Teen Titans Vol 1 #4, 11, 19-43

Green Lantern/Green Arrow: possibly the most famous stories involving Ollie, GL/GA is a quintessential must-read for the emerald archer! As stated above, PLEASE read the Golden and Silver Age issues before reading GL (1960) #85-86.

Green Lantern (1960) #76-87, 89 The Flash (1959) #217-219 Green Lantern (1960) #90-100, 102-124

Green Arrow Titles: See parenthetical notes for specific commentary on the various series

Green Arrow (1983) Green Arrow: The Longbow Hunters (this is a direct lead in to Green Arrow 1988) Green Arrow (1988) (while Chuck Dixon's run has been included for completion's sake please note that he has gone on the record saying that the hates Oliver Queen and his writing reflects this) Green Arrow (2001) (this series seriously drops in quality FAST once Judd Winick takes over and his characterization isn't even consistent with what comes before him in the 2001 series let alone in past series, Winick's GA also features significant anti-black racism) Green Arrow/Black Canary (please keep in mind that Judd Winick's characterization is still SHIT but this has been included for completion's sake) Green Arrow: Brightest Day Green Arrow (2011) #17-34

Other Titles and Storylines:

Identity Crisis Final Crisis Green Arrow 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular

I am not including much of N52 because it is bad. And I am not including Rebirth because it should not be included in reading lists that are meant to teach you about the character, it exists to make you question if Ben Percy has read Green Arrow comics after YOU have read the comics he supposedly drew inspiration from.

[zahri-melitor]

November Solicits:

Justice League Unlimited: look. I am unlikely to read this. But I'm glad to see they've got the satellite back.

Batman: I'm here for this (please let Eddie be having a good turn for a while, we are due for one)

Action Comics: between Waid and Tamaki I'm probably dropping back in to read this (and given Tamaki is doing a full set of Kara backups...is this the launch pad for a new Supergirl?)

Already planned to drop in on the new Catwoman and Nightwing runs and what's here sounds fine.

Birds of Prey: Very interested to see how Thompson keeps balancing this because she clearly wants to play with ALL THE TOYS.

Batgirl: I am excited, the premise sounds good. "Clutch your pearls" though...are we seeing the return of the bracelet????

Green Arrow: I know nothing about Chris Condon. I just hope he can pace a story better than Williamson (and realistically releases several of the characters back into the wild to focus a bit more tightly). Looking at his previous works it looks like he does horror? Which, hmmm, that would certainly be a tone pivot for GA as a book.

Flash: Irey's back getting attention, after Jai just had the whole last storyline!

Batman & Robin: PKJ definitely also looks to be pivoting this title and I'm not upset.

Black Lightning: oh I am definitely interested in this one, especially as it looks like they're finally going to actually do some work with the Pierce family again rather than just sort of handwaving that they're kinda sorta back where they were as of preboot.

JSA: ...goddammit I may actually be picking this up given the cast. Will at least test it.

Black Canary: yes of course I am reading it. I am trotting my ass down to my LCS and buying it and making considered decisions about what covers I want. It's a Dinah book, if I want DC to put out material that's actually about Dinah as a character not about Dinah-Ollie's-Girlfriend I have to support that. And as I said, it's already looking like it'll shape up to be middle of the road as far as BC solos go, so I don't know why everyone wants to cry so much; I'm getting a Dinah book and the premise doesn't include, so far as I can tell, "Musician" or "Let's Send Sin To A Monastery" (as she's actively being used in BOP) or "White Slavery In The Middle East Is Bad, Folks". It's got Dinah and Shiva in it. I just want to see my girls fight.

The Question: All Along the Watchtower: like everyone else I am currently staring at the "ad hoc support team" line and dreaming of the possibilities, 99% of which are so shatteringly unlikely.

Shazam: this remains looking so fun, the most reliably entertaining book being published by DC right now.

My Adventures with Superman: now I have only watched Season 1 so far and haven't made it through Season 2...but hah! Team 7! I called it! It made sense given the line up of opponents appearing!

Silent Knight: who let Goliath into this.

Jenny Sparks: want to talk about the ACTUAL Tom King title where I have no optimism and even the premise is awful? This is it.

The Nice House by the Sea: omgwtfbbq omg omg omg Max's group is encountering Walter's group omg omg omg god I am so hyped for this title you do not understand

[newsource21]

In our Brave New World — actually a Cowardly Old World — where DEI rules education, the great Ivy League universities have moved toward DEI Great Pretenders as presidents. At a minimum, a woman. Better if black. Even better if colored and Muslim. Or black and gay. Or, if not gay, then black and Gay.

Competence is not the criterion. Adequacy is sufficient. Magill? She is adequate. Gay? Even less so, according to standard academic standards. Scholarly integrity barely matters. The selection committees look not at the content of their character but at the color of their skin and the shape of their reproductive organs. In a world in which no one who is woke knows what a woman is, the DEI selection-and-appointment committees keep landing on the “Person of Pregnancy Potentiality” card.

The universities now are evil. They teach evil. They brainwash children into pursuing an agenda of evil. Amerikkka is the Great Satan, as the tenured anti-war demonstrators of the 1960s and ’70s chanted 50 years ago, taught their apostles of the ’80s and ’90s, and now see inculcated into contemporary zombies. By now, those radicals of the ’60s and ’70s are making do on Social Security, are too weak to fight off muggers, fear the subways, and cannot afford gasoline at more than $5 a gallon. In other words, they have become conservative Republicans. That entire hippie anti-war generation now poll as the GOP’s loyal seniors, having confronted their Frantz Fanon reading lists in real life. They planted the seeds of evil that have germinated — and, with anti-Semitism added, Nazi Germanated — on the campuses, even as they now vote Republican, early enough in the day to qualify for the 5:00 p.m. dinner special at Denny’s.

I have said forever that Jews are society’s canary in the coal mine. Nor am I the first who so has observed. When evil is perpetrated against Jews on Monday, you can be certain that everyone else will feel it in spades by Thursday. Hitler murdered 6 million of us. He murdered 75 million of everyone else. Do the math. Those haters never stop with Jews. There simply are not enough Jews around to satisfy their lust for hate or to quench that thirst.

The universities have been toxic and poison for the past 40 years, centers of The New Hate. They were liberal before, but reasonably so. Professors accommodated conservative students; I know because I was one at 1970s Columbia. Students did not apply political litmus tests to friendships. I know because Mitch was a Communist with a Trotsky beard, and Steve the Radical Leftist (“But don’t call me a Communist!”) was his best friend. And yet, we were a threesome — with our girlfriends — when the neighborhood Olympia theater, which showed two old movies for a dollar, played Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein.

In today’s world, Communist Mitch would not be caught near me. Even only Radical Steve would avoid me. In fact, Mitch would avoid Steve like the Plague. And no one anywhere would be seeing Blazing Saddles because such movies no longer are allowed above ground. Yeah, the fat guy passing rectal gas after eating beans — that would be socially acceptable. But a black sheriff with an implied elongated frankfurter? An Indian speaking Yiddish? The repeated articulation of the forbidden N-word that hip-hop “artists” and rappers repeat throughout their “works of art”? Fuggediboudit.

There should have been an outcry long before Claudine Gay’s and Liz Magill’s minions began beating up Jews publicly. The anti-Semitism steeped into the colleges’ and universities’ curricula are a pittance compared to the anti-Americanism, the anti-capitalism, the anti-Christianity.

These universities have been bought by Arab Muslim sheikhdoms intent on exporting their Islamism to America. They pay the professors’ salaries obliquely by buying and paying for the Middle Eastern Studies departments that breed hatred for the West, taught by Arab Muslim professors who hate the America where they are, and also by a fair share of extreme radical non-Muslims. Beyond that, the Arab Muslim sheikhdoms pay full tuition for tens of thousands of their own Arab Muslim citizens to be students at American universities. Those troublemakers are cash cows because they do not apply for scholarships or need DEI approval; rather, their governments pay full freight for them.

You want proof? Look at the list of more than 30 Harvard student groups that signed a letter against Israel and Jews: the vast majority foreign students, Arabs and Muslims. You scan the list:

African American Resistance Organization Bengali Association of Students at Harvard College Harvard Act on a Dream Harvard Arab Medical and Dental Student Association Harvard Chan Muslim Student Association Harvard Chan Students for Health Equity and Justice in Palestine Harvard College Pakistan Student Association Harvard Divinity School Muslim Association Harvard Middle Eastern and North African Law Student Association Harvard Graduate School of Education Islamic Society Harvard Graduate Students for Palestine Harvard Islamic Society Harvard Law School Justice for Palestine Harvard Divinity School Students for Justice in Palestine Harvard Jews for Liberation Harvard Kennedy School Bangladesh Caucus Harvard Kennedy School Muslim Caucus Harvard Kennedy School Muslim Women’s Caucus Harvard Kennedy School Palestine Caucus Harvard Muslim Law School Association Harvard Pakistan Forum Harvard Prison Divest Coalition Harvard South Asian Law Students Association Harvard South Asians for Forward-Thinking Advocacy and Research Harvard TPS [Temporary Protected Status] Coalition Harvard Undergraduate Arab Women’s Collective Harvard Undergraduate Ghungroo Harvard Undergraduate Muslim Women’s Medical Alliance Harvard Undergraduate Nepali Students Association Harvard Undergraduate Palestine Solidarity Committee Middle East and North African Graduate School of Design Student Society Neighbor Program Cambridge Sikhs and Companions of Harvard Undergraduates Society of Arab Students

So we have these way-out leftist universities with Muslim Arab imports who hate America, sprinkled with apostate Jews who hate Jews and especially their parents, and an even larger majority of people born to Catholics and Protestants who also are society’s dregs, outliers protected by Ivy and Ivory walls, all in a community teaching American kids four years (often delayed into five years) of pure unadulterated garbage.

They do it because they cannot be fired —  practically the only job in the world where a person cannot be fired, no matter how lazy and incompetent. “Tenure” is a lifetime guarantee as long as the dolt avoids moral turpitude. And, armed with that vocational invincibility, they construct absurd reading lists that present their zombies with only one world of thinking.

Even the Columbia University I attended in the 1970s was like that. I majored in political science. Almost every reading list in every class seemed to have The Marx-Engels Reader as required reading. Almost always The Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon.

I once had to see a doctor in the University Health program for a sinus condition. He was a nice guy, and as he was helping cure me, he also started playing “Conservative Footsie” with me. It was something like what homosexuals did in the 1940s and 1950s, afraid to reveal their orientations, yet searching for fellow travelers on that journey. It was scary for them. They looked for clues, hints — and G-d forbid if they read someone wrong. So they “played footsie.” A hint here. A giggle there. And if they were wrong, as long as they did not explicitly reveal, none the worse.

That was “Conservative Footsie” at 1970s Columbia. The doctor dared not risk his job in Health Services by revealing himself a Republican. And yet, though non-Jewish, he saw my yarmulka, and he knew that we Orthodox usually are the most right-wing Americans. We were MAGA even when Trump was donating to the Clintons. So this doctor, while pumping some saline solution into one nostril — a moment when I was atypically compromised — asked what I was reading for class. I told him: “Karl Marx. Friedrich Engels. Frantz Fanon. Karl Marx. Friedrich Engels. Frantz Fanon. Karl Marx. Friedrich Engels. And Frantz Fanon.” He asked me, warily, “Have you ever been assigned to read Ayn Rand?”

“No.”

“Have you ever heard of Ayn Rand?”

“I’m sorry. I never heard of him. Was he a Columbia alumnus?”

“Actually, it’s not ‘he’ but ‘she.’ And I don’t want to prejudice you about her. I am just asking you this one favor: If you wake up tomorrow with clearer sinuses and an ability to breathe easier, will you agree to read a book called Atas Shrugged?”

Oh, come on, I thought. I have so many reading assignments every day. All I do is read, except when Commie Mitch and Radical Steve are up for Mel Brooks. I had to ask my question:

“How many pages is it?”

I had no idea what I had walked into.

“It’s a million pages. And that’s only the radio address. So, instead, do me a favor and read either We the Living or The Fountainhead. OK?”

“Yes, it’s a deal. If I can breathe better tomorrow, I will go down to Fourth Avenue, where all the used books are sold, and will dig one up and read it.”

I ended up reading We the Living. As soon as I was done with Kira Argounova, I was so transformed that, yes Regis, I went for The Million … pages. I read Atlas Shrugged.

Four years of Columbia University, and the best education I ever got was when my nose would not stop dripping even with Sudafed.

It took rabid anti-Israelism and pure Jew-hatred at the Ivies to bring out what else is now going on in the coal mine. The gas is not just leaking but is being spewed. And it is almost all our universities, except for those listed in the last edition of The American Spectator print magazine. The non–Ivy League universities are no less evil than the Ivies. It is just that the Ivies are more prominent, have a longer and more storied history, and, therefore, live off their reputations. The Ivies get away with so much that would plunge other universities into oblivion. Because they have names like Harvard and Yale, Columbia and Penn, Princeton and Cornell, and Dartmouth, they are deemed above reproach. Not to mention Brown — the perfect Ivy name in the Age of DEI: Brown. Poor Stanford and Berkeley barely get mentioned, having arrived later on the West Coast and apparently unable to grow ivy on their walls as easily as weed in their dormitories.

Some of America’s smartest kids pay insane amounts of money — or, more accurately, their parents do — not for a Harvard or Yale edjimication but for a Harvard or Yale degree. That is what they are paying for: the degree. Eight Poison Ivies. Eight Degrees of Separation — from reality.

When American presidents name Supreme Court justices, most lack the courage to name great jurists from law schools other than Harvard or Yale. President Donald Trump alone had the courage to name a great judge, Amy Coney Barrett, graduated from Notre Dame Law School, where she could study great ideas while in an environment supportive of her deeply devout Catholic faith. But most of the cowards in the White House, Democrat and Republican alike, “play it safe” by naming graduates of Harvard and Yale. That way, no matter how mediocre their picks — Sotomayor and Ketanji are Exhibits A and B — they are blanketed with an aura of protection.

No one may dare inquire into their lack of academic achievement or intellectual substance if they are Hispanic or Black women, particularly grabed with a Harvard/Yale degree. That is how the DEI candidates now slink through the Senate. They are immune from a Clement Haynsworth or G. Harrold Carswell strict scrutiny.

And how did they get into those schools? Did their LSATs match those of white males who were denied admission to ensure that more Sotomayors and Ketanjis got in? Really, what were their LSAT scores? Can’t dare to ask.

Ivy League educations are marked by artificially inflated grades, as are all colleges’ and universities’ grades in this era of the Participation Trophy: just show up, and  — Mazal Tov! — you have a law degree from Harvard and Yale and now are Supreme Court eligible.

The entire situation in academia is rotten. Rot from the bottom to the top. Rot in the faculties. Rot in the reading lists. Rot in the course requirements. Rot in the “majors” now offered. Rot in the administrations. Rot among the presidents. Rot among the boards of directors who oversee the rot.

It started with beating up the Jews, the canaries. But it has exposed that DEI and woke ideology have destroyed academia. And the billionaires whose larger-than-life egos fund the garbage, knowing full well that it is garbage, but desperate to see their names on a dorm building or a students’ union or, at least, some campus toilet somewhere, lack the decency to stop funding it.

Each and every one of them who made his billions by virtue of American capitalism is a mini-George Soros wielding his money to destroy America.

[moonlightperseus]

It is!!! And that's fair! I've never heard of her bit to be fair I kind of stick to my silly little comics bubble 

That's fair. I get that. I personally have a LOT of special interests (orcas, shipwrecks, and medicine) and I've NEVER thought about working in marine biology because I've always wanted to work in medicine. So now I'm going into nursing. And I am very worried it will not be fulfilling. It sucks that you're having a hard time that probably seemed so good when you started. 

I just think it's very funny that's a pretty good review 

That's fair I genuinely just thought they did that for the vibes™ like it never crossed my mind that that could be anything else 

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Im personally a pretty big fan of the arrow family and the green arrow comics but at the same time men so.  I WOULD just like to say that I DO enjoy the current GA run. Like quite a bit. But then I realized there's one thing I haven't disclosed: yeah I don't read things for the plot. I read the entirety of the Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath because I knew a doctor showed up. Like that's what I mean. So yeah the plot might be the problem. I got distracted by the one (1) character I liked and just ignored what was really going on to love her instead. 

I bought one shirt from the thrift store and I love it. I had to wash it twice and now it's fine but even just going into a thrift store I know I have to keep my hands go myself since I won't be able to wash them after leaving. And that's not weird at all!! I found someone who also had an issue with bread (I have essentially food related Contamination OCD, largely, and Bread is by far the worst obsession, to the point where it's what got me my diagnosis) and I was overjoyed 

Understandable tbh. A couple of the books in my house are severely ripped up from an old dog (namely my parents original copy of Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets) and one of my books is visibly just like crinkled and stuff from my dog running up sopping wet at the beach. (I have to hide it from myself because I no longer have my dog and the damage is so visible I'm instantly reminded and will cry 👍 so like, not taking a cover off, bit enough) And I agree WHOLLY ajout the love interest thing. That's fair!! If you read If I hope you do like it. And is the raven cycle like the raven boys? Because if the answer is yes then one of *my* friends absolutely loves those books so I bought the first one to read but I haven't because I,,, bought it used. 

I did but it wasn't substantial. I barely remember what happened in it. 

She doesn't, unfortunately. Shes just in the first couple years. And I don't remember when she comes back in Injustice 2 either but I do think she has like a fairly good part in it? As In like? She's not background background I think she has a couple storylines (it's been a long time, and as I said I don't read for plot, it's entirely possible she's in like two scenes and I just blocked out everything else so they seem substantial, but I really don't think so) 

I knew the Dinah presentation was good just BC like I said that's how I found her lmao. But I agree!! And it is NOT a good look but somehow no one really cares? 

No I felt the same way. Before reading them Wonderwoman was my favorite superhero. I have a print from Comicon of her and it's one of my absolute favourites. But yeah then I read Injustice where she follows superman around like a puppy because she thinks now that Lois is gone he'll love her instead. Which I hated, and she got demoted a little I do still love her but reading Injustice for me was kind of like "oh gross no more Wonderwoman for me I guess... Oh hi black canary." So there was a swap 

Yeah, if you've finished year two you know that doctor fate gives Dinah to a different earth's Ollie and they do come back together in Injustice 2. However I LOVE seeing Dinah sad. It's my favorite part. My phone keyboard background is her standing in front of all the gravestones after the funeral. I just love the angst of it all. 

Yeah! He absolutely does! Isn't that even like? Okay it's bene a hot minute but doesn't Dinah get mad about that after the memory about them all in the bar together? (Where she tells Hal that he can give Ollie's beard a lil tug if he wants too) 

I love them so much!! They're perfect. And Dinah's always been like on the middle between like serious and joking (I think that's why I always liked her, she's fun but she can also be a backbone) (she's also pretty) and I feel like that's perfect for Harley. Not all the time, she could never replace like Ivy (friendship wise not gay wise but technically both) but they work great in things like Injustice. Especially with the added vibes of "Dinah has been in charge of multiple superhero teams and is used to parenting/ moming adult vigilantes" 

Yeah two is definitely my favorite for Dinah reasons so I agree. And yeah I can't really distinguish between the following years but by that point you're too far gone in the plot it doesn't even matter you just keep going. 

As for *me* I didn't have a lot of bombshells thoughts. Yo be fair I don't have a lot of thoughts ever. 

I didn't get past issue 9 I just didn't want to read anymore, but I was enjoying it!! I think the art is very pretty!! I think the women are very pretty!! 

I Do love Kate and Maggie. Together and separately. That shouldn't really be surprising (to me) seeing as I used to write Batwoman fan fic in which she was always with Maggie. But somehow, it still is, and they both make me very happy. 

So far the Batwoman issues are the only ones I really like, but I think that's just because nothing's really started so I'm just going on vibes and the vibes are I would die for Kate Kane in any century. 

​​​​​​​Other than that I didn't really have a lot of thoughts. I didn't realize duela Dent showed up. I wanted to draw some of the characters but I couldn't find good references. 

okay first of all hi i’m so sorry my life has been so chaotic the past couple days. (parents moving. car issues. work 😭)

you are so valid for sticking to ur little bubble!! i completely get that!!

i wish you the very best in nursing! i have a longtime friend who’s also going down the nursing path, and from what i’ve learned from her it definitely doesn’t seem like the easiest path and i gotta say mad respect to both you and her and everyone going down that path. as for my job there is a very very recent big change in the works. nothings 100% official yet but the plan is to start enacting the change in january so i’m just trying to push thru the remainder of the year(/the holiday craze) and trying to be very optimistic that this change will make the job both more enjoyable and also easier & in theory less stressful. i’m also holding onto the fact that if it doesn’t work out, and i do decide to move back in with my parents and refigure my life, it should hopefully be easier to leave once this change has been enacted? like my job is chronically tight on staff/short staffed and in theory with this change we may end up being a tad on the opposite end. i really like my coworkers a whole lot which is part of why i’ve stuck it out so hard and it hopefully won’t feel as much like i’m fucking them over if i do have to leave. but hopefully the change helps me. (helps us all. all my coworkers are so exhausted & burnt out :/) so yeah. idk i’m anxious bc i don’t like change and god have i been dealing with so fucking much this year alone but like. it feels like a good thing. and i am curious to see how things play out with this change. it’s all. a lot yeah lol. but my parents are moving like an hour closer to me than they were in their old house so that also feels comforting that it’s a slightly shorter drive to go visit them n shit. anyways uh i’d say sorry for rambling about all my. personal life shit but i think that’s become just how we roll 💕

you are SO valid for not reading comics for the plot. plots in comics can be so confusing, and i can definitely respect reading a comic just for characters and not caring about the plot itself. i think for now i will stay out of the new GA run and work on getting thru injustice and then i think i might give some green lantern comics a try bc i have some friends who are Big on the GL comics, also the blackest night storyline has doctor light so two birds one stone kinda situation. (i also wanna read some more donna troy stuff bc i fell in love with her from the titans show ((yes. not the greatest show by any means. but alas it burrowed into my heart)) and have tried previously as well to read some of her comics but then i got distracted)

yeah i feel that with thrift stores for sure. i’ve made some slow progress but i always have hand sanitizer either on me or in my car.

lots of hugs about your dog, i lost one of my two a few months back and sympathize entirely 💕💕💕

i’ve begun the raven boys and so far am definitely enjoying it! the boys (ronan and gansey specifically) i’m still…warming up to but i am very compelled by the overall story and loved blue right away. (you are SO valid about not having read it bc you bought it used. you may have already looked into this but have you tried seeing if you can get library card online? when i moved i was able to get a new card completely virtually without ever needing to go into the library)

you are valid for not having a lot of thoughts about bombshells, i’m just glad you’re enjoying it so far! kate definitely has a nice significant role in the series for sure. im pretty sure this was the first series i actually read with her in it and definitely fell in love with her through it.

i finished year 4 of injustice!! did so like right before everything got extra chaotic BUT i decided to write down my thoughts in the notes app—i didn’t have many thoughts. i’m kinda just powering through to get to injustice 2 to see dinah again. i originally was trying to do notes for each issue but then i didn’t have enough thoughts so i’m just gonna group my thoughts together to make them neater

by far the funniest thing ever and my favorite thing out of injustice year four was definitely this panel of alfred feeding bruce mac and cheese with ??? wine in a regular glass OR the far superior option: grape juice.

i also loved seeing harlivy. i don’t think the intention was for romantic but ivy called harley sweetie so like. i’ll take what i can get

renee died. that was sad. but i also made a note of being excited over a mysterious figure in one of lex luthor’s test tubes and thinking it was conner but now that i really think about it isn’t conner in like. the phantom zone. so probably not him…unless?

the amazons declaring war on superman was so funny to me. batman working with the greek gods. wonder woman calling a trial by combat to try to prevent the war. her then being called on to fight against superman as the champion for the greek gods. hilarious. also. wonder woman beating up superman? i Always love to see it.

also there was this really cool panel which i loved

i then fell into the zone of just powering thru the issues and only made an additional note about the harley, billy & hippolyta team up in tartarus, which was not a team up i was expecting. but god did i love it.

and then yeah. i finished year four. haven’t started year five yet because. again. life has been busy but i’m excited bc that’s the last year before injustice 2 and i’m really looking forward to injustice 2.

[gretahayes]

okay, so what I've got planned to read;

the 18 issues of Impulse I've got left ✔️

black canary 2007, the ga/bc wedding special, the ga-bc team-up book ✔️

connor’s earlier stuff, tempered with some superboy 1994 just cause i do need to read it eventually

outsiders 2003

stars and s.t.r.i.p.e

readthrough of jason’s pre-crisis robin

early bat stuff (re; tim stuff) up to nml where i’ll branch off to bg 2000

after bg 2000, back to tim stuff right up to where tt03 begins

continue w/ tim stuff probably tempered w/ some tt03

kyle stuff somewhere. eventually.

whatever the fuck else i have to read.

maybe babs or dick stuff. as a treat.

helena. somewhere in there.

WALLY.

legion of superheroes!! for jenni and also brainiac

static 1993. for m'boy.

FAR SECTORRRR

GREEN LANTERN LEGACY

Roy list

my thought process if anyone cares just went from oh i’ve got around 20 issues left in impulse -> i’ve also got around 20 issues left in ga 2001 -> i’ll have to check out what non-tt03 mia reading (and the rest of the arrowfam too. i guess) i can do after this -> oh i still have to get to that connor reading -> i need to read batgirl 2000 and should probably do that at the same time -> before i read that i HAVE to read nml which comes before it where cass is introduced -> i have to read contagion before nml -> i also have to read all relevant bat-comics with events (tim ones and helena ones. sorry dick, sorry babs i will get to u someday) preceeding that -> i need to read all of tim’s earlier stuff before all of that -> i really need to read robin 1993 at some point this year -> i also have to read older ga runs -> i wonder how long it would take me to read rose stuff -> i wonder how lonnie’s doing, i need to read his stuff -> i should read outsiders 2003 -> i still haven’t read enough hal and kyle stuff -> i need to read more wally stuff -> shit there’s so much stuff to read -> i’ll just. not read anything so i don’t get overwhelmed

[nebulablakemurphy]

Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part Five)

Jacob Black x Fem!Vampire!Swan!Reader

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The bike works for a while, Bella can see Edward; until she gets good at operating the vehicle. After that the danger is gone and so is any version of him.

Jacob and Y/N are hunting Victoria. Charlie is hunting the wolves, who he still believes to be bears, responsible for the killings around town.

Bella’s alone again.

She decides to try something new, to get that rush of adrenaline. Cliff jumping is about as stupid as it is recreational. But Edward is there, begging her not to jump. So she does, anything to make him stay.

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“She’s freezing cold. I can’t touch her.”

“Relax. Human hot box, remember? I hope you don’t mind, I’m gonna have to give her mouth to mouth.”

“Jake,” thwack.

Beyond the voices, Bella can feel pressure. Like someone is pounding on her chest, commanding her heart to beat.

“Come on Bella. Breathe.”

With a sputtering inhale she chokes up the water that invaded her lungs.

“Bella!”

The brunette opens her eyes just in time to see her sister reach for her and then remember her temperature, dropping both hands back to her sides.

“I’m ok,” Bella tells her, through chattering teeth.

“What the hell were you doing?” Y/N demands, tossing a blanket around her shoulders.

Jacob lifts Bella from the sand to lean against him, soaking up his warmth.

“I just wanted to see something.” Bella looks away from Y/N. The venom has eaten away her contacts and she can see her now for what she truly is.

“We’ve gotta get her home.” Jacob says, lifting Bella with ease.

“Your eyes,” Bella tries to warn her.

“It’s ok,” Y/N shakes her head. “Dad’s not home. He’s over at the Clearwater’s.”

“Did something happen?” Bella wonders.

“Harry had a heart attack.” Jacob breathes, the words striking like a hot iron. “He didn’t make it.”

“I’m so sorry.” Bella whispers to no one in particular.

“Let’s go,” Y/N jerks her chin in the direction of the road.

“I’ll run her,” the wolf offers.

“My truck,” Bella pushes feebly against his chest.

“I got it,” Y/N sighs, taking the keys. “You go, keep her warm.”

“On it.” Jacob nods, breaking into a sprint.

Y/N heads back to the truck, opening the door and waiting as it rattles to life. Her fingers curl over the steering wheel harshly, distorting it with the force of her grasp.

The phone buzzes to life in her pocket, not a number she recognizes. “Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Edward.”

“Edward…” The Y/H/C nearly short circuits.

“Is Bella alright?” He asks immediately.

How did he know? “Now you care what happens to Bella?”

“Y/N please-“

“No,” she cuts him off. “Edward, you left. You left and you didn’t care. I mean where the hell have you been? Where were you while I was here picking up the pieces?”

“I’m sorry.” Edward grovels, the way she had on the front lawn of the Cullen’s home after Bella’s birthday party. “It was a mistake.”

“Your sorry means nothing to me.” Y/N ends the call. Tossing the phone to the passenger seat. Her foot pressing the gas pedal to the floor.

Arriving home at record speed, she finds a black car in the driveway. Carlisle’s car. Parking the truck, she jots through the front door.

Alice, Jacob and Bella are deep in conversation.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asks Alice.

“I had a vision of Bella jumping off a cliff. I didn’t see her get pulled out of the water-“ Alice breaks off. Her eyes fluttering, then she gasps.

“What now?” Jacob runs a hand over his face.

“It’s Edward, he thinks Bella’s dead.” Alice chokes out. “He’s going to the Volturi, he wants to die too.”

“What?” Bella’s entire body lurches forward.

“Rosalie told him why I came here. Then Y/N-“

“You spoke to him?” Bella cuts Alice off. “What did you say?”

“I told him to screw himself. Not kill himself.” Y/N says defensively.

“Y/N!” Bella is hysterical.

She never meant for this to happen. “Tell me where he is and how to get there.”

“What are you gonna do?” Jacob leans in, his fingers closing around her wrist.

“I have to go,” Y/N rolls her eyes at the ridiculous nature of the situation, “save Edward.”

Jacob’s face falls into a scowl, “no, no way in hell.”

“Jake-“

“The Volturi, isn’t that some kind of vampire judge and jury situation? The ones you’re so afraid of that you can’t even tell Charlie what happened to you?” Jacob can put up with a lot, and he has. But this…

“Jacob, I know that this sucks.” Y/N pulls him away from Alice and Bella for a shred of privacy. “But it’s my fault. I have to make it right.”

“Stop blaming yourself for his shitty decisions!” Jacob roars, “it’s not your fault that he left, it’s not your fault that he didn’t come back and it’s not your fault that you told him to shove it where the sun don’t shine.”

Y/N takes step back, “please don’t.”

“Please don’t what?” Jake snarls, closing the distance between them. “Tell you the truth?”

“Please don’t hate me for what I’m about to do.” Y/N pleads, allowing his fingers to sear her skin.

“If you die…” he strokes her jaw reverently, “I’ll kill you.”

“I love you so much,” she turns into his palm and presses gentle kisses there.

Jacob lets his hand fall away as they break apart. “What do you want me to tell Charlie?”

“Last minute girls trip or something,” Y/N shrugs.

“How long will you be gone?” Jacob wants to say it back. That he loves her.

Y/N looks to Alice.

“Three days, round trip.” The pixie tells them.

Bella has already gone up to pack.

“Perfect,” Jacob acknowledges. Keeping the words to himself.

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The plan ride to Italy is tense. Bella hardly sleeps, she is a nervous wreck.

Alice is flooded with vision after vision as she watches Edward and the Volturi’s decisions.

Y/N plucks anxiously at the wolf charm on her wrist.

The car Alice steals is a beautiful canary yellow color. It shifts gears like butter and glides over the road.

“The Volturi refused him.” Alice says, surprise and relief in her voice.

“Should you be driving?” Y/N wonders, there’s no way she can concentrate with the future flashing before her eyes.

“You can channel for me” Alice offers. There is no time to stop.

Y/N closes her eyes, willing the visions to come to her. “He’s waiting until noon, when the sun’s at it’s highest. Then he’s going to reveal himself to the humans.”

“Alice, you gotta hurry up.” Bella pleads, tugging at the roots of her hair.

“Bella,” Alice coos, “breathe.”

Y/N opens her mind, but Edward is decided, so nothing changes. Until something unexpected appears.

Jacob. He’s seated on their living room couch, shooting the breeze with Charlie. Clearly waiting for something as his eyes flicker to the clock repeatedly. Her, Y/N realizes, he’s waiting for her.

“What did you see?”

“It wasn’t Edward, don’t worry.” Y/N drawls. Just her letting down the most important person in her life…again.

The crowd surrounding Volterra is massive, Alice cuts through as much as she can with the stolen Porsche, but eventually Bella has to make a run for it. To the clock tower at the center of the festival before Edward exposes himself in the sunlight. She is the only one Edward can’t see coming.

“So, what now?” Y/N demands.

“What did you see?” Alice asks instead.

“Doesn’t matter.” The Y/H/C shakes her head. “We can’t just sit here-“

“You saw him, didn’t you?” Alice steals a glance at her. “Jacob?”

“Does he always look so miserable in your visions,” she wonders.

“I can’t see him.” The other vampires admits, “the wolves are a blind spot.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure.” Alice’s brows furrow, the visions are back in her own head. “We have to go.”

The two of them weave through the festival, skin covered from the sun that shines bright overhead. Finally taking shelter in a door off the alley way.

“Come on guys,” Alice pulls the scarf from her head as they enter. “Wouldn’t want to cause a scene.”

The ‘guys’ in question have glowing red eyes, their diet is strictly human blood.

Bella is against the wall, with Edward between her and the two men wearing black cloaks.

“No we certainly wouldn’t.” The shorter blonde man purrs. “Aro requests your presence.”

“Bella,” Edward addresses her, “why don’t you go back out and enjoy the festival?”

“All of you,” the larger man clarifies.

A third vampire joins them, a girl with blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. “Aro sent me to see what’s taking so long.”

“So no festival?” Y/N cocks her head to the side.

“I’m afraid not.” The girl gives her a tight lipped grin. “Right this way.”

The four of them are led down a long corridor to a stair case, then to an elevator.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

Edward’s eyes, dark with thirst, cut to Y/N. Bella tucked securely beneath his arm.

‘Sorry,’ she mentally shoots back.

He turns his gaze ahead as the elevator doors open onto a checkered marble floor. The ceilings are high, adorned with paintings that put the Sistine chapel to shame.

“Don’t be afraid,” Edward whispers to Bella.

“Are you?” Bella stares up at him.

“No,” he lies.

They land at double doors, pushed open to reveal three more men, seated in high back chairs that resemble thrones.

The one in the center moves to stand, the other brunette and blonde vampires can’t be bothered.

“What a happy surprise!” The man rejoices, “Bella is alive after all. And you’ve brought a friend.”

“I’m just here for moral support.” Y/N explains, jerking her thumb at Bella, “she’s my sister.”

Aro looks her over, “welcome…”

“Y/N,” she introduces herself.

Aro steps forward then, taking Edward’s hand from Bella’s into his own.

“Aro can read every thought I’ve ever had with a single touch.” Edward tells them.

“You are quite a soul reader yourself Edward. Although you can’t hear Bella’s thoughts.” Aro remarks, “would you do me the honor?” He extends a hand to Bella.

Warily she steps forward, allowing him to encase her hand with both of his.

“How strange,” Aro pulls away after a moment. “I see nothing. I wonder if…let us see if she is immune to all our powers, Jane.”

“No,” Edward protests, jumping in front of Bella.

“Pain,” the blonde girl murmurs, a satisfied smirk spreading across her features as Edward falls to the ground. He writhes silently at Bella’s feet.

“Stop! Please.” Bella yells, “stop hurting him.”

Aro watches her in fascination, allowing the torture to continue for a moment. “Jane.”

“Master?” The girl says.

Edward relaxes with a grunt.

“Go ahead my darling,” Aro motions to Bella.

“This might hurt just a little,” Jane warns.

But Bella feels nothing.

“Remarkable.” Aro marvels, “she confounds us all. So, what do we do with you now?”

“She knows too much, she’s a liability.” The blonde man on the right croons, from his chair.

“That’s true.” Aro replies, “Felix.”

“No,” Edward flips Bella behind him, having read his thoughts.

Alice seen Aro’s decision to have Bella killed.

And Y/N catches on quickly enough. Stepping in front of her sister.

Alice is restrained by the short blonde haired guard and Edward is wrestling with the larger vampire, which eventually leaves Edward on the ground.

Y/N’s never engaged in combat, but fight or flight is still a thing. She’s stronger and faster than anyone in the room, perks of being a newborn. She uses it to her advantage.

Fending off every attack the guard throws at her. But she is wreckless, untrained in her youth. Eventually she is restrained, with a hand at her throat.

The exchange gives Edward enough time to recover, he comes back swinging. For Bella. Anything for her.

Felix is strong. Edward is going to lose and her sister is going to die.

Y/N does the only thing she can do, “pain.”

The large man twists inhumanly at the crippling pain coursing through him.

Aro’s mouth sits slightly agape, watching in wonder as Edward returns to his feet.

“Call him off and I’ll stop,” Y/N jerks her chin toward Felix.

“Let us discuss this in a civilized manner.” Aro tries to defuse the situation.

“Tell your men to stop trying to kill my sister,” Y/N tosses the guard’s hand from her neck. “Then we discuss.”

“Felix, stand down.” Aro orders.

Y/N releases the man from her clutches, hearing him struggle to regain composure.

“You have the most peculiar scent.” Aro comments, “come.” He holds a hand out, “let me see.”

Y/N steps toward him, allowing his palm to rest under hers.

His eyes fall closed as he weaves through the facets of her memories. From birth to death and after life. “Ahh,” Aro coos.

Y/N resists the urge to pull away.

“Your gift is…untouched.” The things she could do, if only- “I can teach you.”

“Let my sister go,” Y/N repeats.

“So young, so much control.” Aro remarks. “To have resisted her blood twice within the first year. You are magnificent.” He smiles, drunk on the idea of harnessing the power she possesses. “You could join us.”

“I have someone waiting for me.” Y/N declines the offer.

“The child of the moon.” Aro recalls the boy from her mind. Dark hair, bright smile, “you love him impossibly so, against everything in your nature. It makes my heart ache.”

“Consorting with a werewolf?” Caius rushes to his feet. “Our sworn enemy?”

“This is different brother,” Aro stops him. If only he earns the young vampire’s trust, all that power will be his. “They have no qualms with us, nor each other. Misfortune has befallen them, much like our young friends Bella and Edward. This is a sadness.”

“You already know what you’re going to do, Aro. Let us be done with this.” Marcus motions dismissively.

“If only it were your intention to change her.” Aro addresses Edward now.

“Bella will be one of us.” Alice interrupts, “I’ve seen it. I’ll change her myself.”

Aro steps away from Y/N, to where Alice stands. Whatever she shows him must be proof enough. They’re free to go. For now.

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The plane ride home is awkward. Both better and worse that the flight there.

“Thank you, for what you did.” Edward breaks the silence, as Bella sleeps peacefully against his shoulder. “Only it wasn’t smart. Aro has taken interest now, he’ll try to win you over.”

“Better men have tried.” Y/N turns her nose up at the idea, and him.

“I’m not going to push for your forgiveness. Or hers.” He looks over at Bella, “I’m going to earn it.”

“Sure.” The Y/H/C crosses her arms, “holding my breath.”

“Good thing you don’t need air.” Edward cracks a smile.

“Can you not pick my brain right now? I need to think.” Y/N tries to refocus. “Alone.”

“Jacob will forgive you.” Edward ignores her comment.

“Jacob always forgives me.” She whispers, “I want to deserve it this time.”

Edward nods in understanding. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts.”

If he hears anything else he doesn’t comment on it. Falling into a comfortable silence.

Y/N is largely on autopilot until they make it home.

Charlie rushes out onto the porch at the sound of a car engine. “There you are.”

“Hi, Dad.” Y/N steps up to hug him.

Charlie kisses the top of her head, returning the embrace. “Jacob said it was a girls trip.” He’s not thrilled to see Edward.

“It was supposed to be,” Y/N pulls away. “He surprised us.”

“She does look better though, doesn’t she?” Charlie notes, seeing Bella.

“Yeah,” as much as Y/N hates to admit it, she agrees.

“Go on. He’s been waiting for ya.” Charlie nods toward the house. “I’m gonna have a word with Edward.”

“Ok,” Y/N takes the stairs two at a time. “Don’t be too hard on him though.” She calls after her father. “He’s been through hell too.”

Charlie squints at her, hoping she will elaborate but knowing she won’t.

“Honey, I’m home.” Y/N sings into the living room.

Jacob doesn’t say a word. Just makes his way to her and wraps her up in his arms. Inhaling the scent at the crook of her neck, deeply. “Never thought I’d miss your stink.”

Y/N takes a whiff of her own. “The wet dog and earthy tones are starting to smell like home.”

“Yeah.” He feels it too.

“Can I ask you something?” She murmurs against his shoulder.

“Sounds like a loaded question already.” Jacob can hear it in her voice.

“How much of you staying here is because of the imprint? How much of it is your soul needing mine? And how much of it is just Jake?”

“I guess I-“ he breaks off. “I’ll never really know for sure. But I think the Jacob I’ve been my whole life would stay. Imprint Jacob would have no choice but to please you. And my soul just wants to be close to yours, anyway it can.”

“Do you ever wish you could un-imprint?” If that’s even a word. “I hate the thought of you chipping away parts of yourself…to please me.”

Jacob nuzzles her forehead with his own. “I’m lucky that I got to imprint on someone who loves me. Someone I didn’t have to change for. Being with you is easy, like breathing.”

“I want to give you more than I take.” Y/N tells him.

“I can feel you,” heart and soul, “how much you love me.”

“You can,” the vampire tenses, “feel me?”

“I know how guilty you feel for leaving, how scared you are that you’ll have to do it again.” Jacob places her hand over his heart. “I’ll wait.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” she argues. “You’re already giving away too much.”

“Stop beating yourself up. I can handle you. Have little faith.”

“I have faith in you.” That was never the problem.

“Give yourself some credit too.” He taps her chin, “quit brooding.”

“I’ll try.”

“Good,” Jacob holds Y/N at arms length, “now tell me everything. What’d I miss on the trip of a lifetime?”

“Well Alice stole a car.” She starts with the fun part. “Porsche I think, crazy fast. You would’ve loved it.”

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The night they return from Italy, Bella insists that her mortality be put up for a vote. The Cullens gather around the staircase in their home, calling for Y/N and Jacob as well.

“You are part of this family, Y/N.” Carlisle rests a hand on her shoulder. “Jacob is your mate. Bella is your sister. You have a say in this.”

Jacob votes no.

Y/N votes not to vote. Only expressing her opinion based on her own experience. “I know what it feels like to have your choices taken away. I won’t do it to you.”

Life goes on. Y/N visits the reservation often. Like Jacob promised, everyone is coming around.

Graduation is right around the corner. Bella is waiting until after to become a vampire. Hoping it’ll be easier on Charlie.

He’s definitely not going to let it go a second time. He’ll demand answers that they won’t be able to give. They’ll have to leave. All of them.

Billy can see how much Y/N is wrestling with the decision. “In your heart you know that this is the best thing for everyone. Why are you hellbent on torturing yourself?”

“I’m not,” she shakes her head.

“You and Jake will get each other through.” Billy isn’t worried about that.

“What about my Dad?” He’ll be devastated.

Billy sighs, resting a hand on her shoulder. “What’d you want me to say kid?”

“Give me another choice.” She covers his fingers with her own.

“You having a pity party without me?” Jacob catches them, leaning heavily against the doorframe of his childhood kitchen.

“You were sleeping.” Y/N sniffs, breaking away from Billy. “I made you breakfast. Pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, sausage and-“

“And?” Jacob perks up.

“Chocolate chips muffins for dessert.”

“You’re trying to butter me up, huh?” Jacob grins, making his way to the breakfast table. “It’s working. Just give it to me straight.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” Billy excuses himself.

“The Cullens are having a graduation party for Bella.” Y/N watches the wolf take a bit of food from each dish.

“Just Bella?” Jacob arches a brow.

She huffs, reaching into her bag for the formal invite.

‘Congrats Grad!’

‘Please join us to celebrate, Alice, Jasper, Bella, Edward, Y/N and Jacob.’

‘R.S.V.P. To Alice or Esme Cullen.’

“Wow,” Jacob takes it all in. “They shouldn’t have.”

“They gave them to half of Forks high school.” Y/N explains, “most of my senior class remembers you as my hot boyfriend from a different school.”

“I am your hot boyfriend from a different school.” There is no denying it.

Y/N bites her lip. “They gave me a handful of invites for you too. If you want…”

“Really trying to push the whole ‘happy family’ agenda.” Jacob takes the stack of envelopes.

“It’ll only get worse if we indulge them.”

“In a few months they’ll be the only people we know.” Jacob reminds her. “Should probably get used to it.”

Y/N nods, turning her gaze out the window. “The younger we start out in a new place the longer we get to stay.”

“So high school again.” Jacob laughs humorlessly. “Can’t wait.”

“I want to stay in Forks.” Y/N forces out the words. “I want to stay with my Dad.”

“Baby,” Jacob breathes. That’s one thing he can’t give her.

“But it doesn’t matter what I want. Bella has to turn. We have to move on.” Y/N squares her shoulders. “Just let me sulk a little.”

“Sulk away, beautiful.” Jacob takes a bite of scrambled eggs. “Just pass the salt first.”

Series Taglist: @remembered-license @itscheybaby

Part 6

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

New Friends In Old Places (GN!Reader x Young Justice)

Word count: 3k-ish (I think)

Summery: As Y/N and the team become more comfortable memories come back and new friends are made in unlikely places. Overall a laid back fun time.

Shadow Of A Bluebird Masterpost

Star City

November 22nd

It took a while but your life returned to normal, Dinah helped you work through the simulation and you enjoyed patrolling with her as well as Ollie and Artemis again. So when Ollie and Dinah got called into the Cave by Batman you were slightly worried. Over the years Ollie and Dinah had become your surrogate parents. Dinah was your legal guardian but she was always close to Ollie and when they started dating he started being around more. It was nice. You never had a proper family and you never thought you’d care. After all you can’t miss what you never had but now that you had it, well you loved it. You spent more time with Artemis outside of patrol and the team as well, it was truly one of the best months you had in a long, long time. One of the only times your life felt normal. You even got Roy to agree to a family photo with Ollie, Dinah him and yourself, all smiling (mostly) and normal looking. But of course that meant something had to go wrong.

Mount Justice

November 22nd

You, Ollie and Dinah zeta’d to the cave at Batman’s request and walked up to him, Martian Manhunter and Red Tornado who were looking at security footage.

“We came as soon as we got your message, what’s the problem?” Ollie and Dinah asked and looked between you and them.

“There’s something you both need to see” He said and even though you read the room and knew you weren’t really wanted you stayed put.

“Just the two of you” Batman clarified and you crossed your arms.

“What? Unless it’s top secret -which I doubt it is- why can’t I stick around?” You asked but Dinah stepped in.

“Y/N, why don’t you go find the others. If this concerns you we’ll let you know” She said and you rolled your eyes but walked away. “Fine” You grumbled and went to find your teammates. You were in civvies, with a pair of shades covering your eyes. Those came in handy for avoiding respect lectures since no one saw your many eye rolls.

After a bit of snooping you found Robin and Wally also in civvies in the common area.

“What are you guys doing?” You asked and they shrugged.

“Chillin, what’re you doing?” Wally asked.

“Ollie and Dinah got called in for something by the big bad bat. But seeing as I can hear muffled laughter I’m gonna take some time digging through security footage later” You replied, filling a glass with orange juice from the fridge and joining your friends around the table.

“You seem better” Robin said and you nodded.

“Family time’s been helping” You mentioned and both Wally and Robin smirked, “What?” You questioned.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call GA and Canary family before” Wally said and Robin agreed.

“Even your cold heart is melting” Robin cooed and you sighed.

“My heart is not cold” You defended but deep down you enjoyed the banter.

“You’re right, it’s stone hard. Seriously, you know how terrified I was of you when we met?” Wally asked and you raised a brow.

“You were scared of a 12 year old?”

“After you kicked my ass in 2.5 seconds ya! You were scary!” The speedster said and you all laughed.

“Says the guy who’s bestie is basically a ninja” You retorted looking at Robin. “Hey, at least I was chatty. It took like three months for you to warm up to us.” The boy wonder said and you smiled fondly at the memory.

Star City

Four years ago

You walked beside Black Canary to the group of assembled heroes in front of you. You recognized all of them from either TV or your training on Infinity Island. Batman, Flash, Aquaman and Green Arrow were all assembled along with their sidekicks.

“Guys, I’d like you to meet Bluebird” Black Canary introduced you and you nodded.

“Hello” You said politely and Canary turned her attention to the boys.

“Bluebird, these are Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad and you already know Speedy as well as their mentors Batman, Flash, Aquaman and Green Arrow respectively” Your mentor said and they all waved hello. You were far from the youngest sidekick there. Robin looked to be around ten years old, Kid Flash seemed your age but you couldn’t be sure.

“It’s nice to meet you all” You said, voice even and stoic. You couldn’t help it, there were a few people you’ve learned to open up to in the last year or so, Mr. Morris was the first. When he took you in he helped you realize that you no longer needed to behave as your mother taught you. Then Dinah began to teach you how to express yourself the way you felt most comfortable and now you were comfortable opening up to her as well as Ollie and Roy who you had gotten close to thanks to Dinah. But even so it was a slow process escaping the behaviors your mother had enforced for ten years and you were slow to trust. You stood awkwardly beside Canary as Roy came up to give you a small side hug to reassure you and beckoned his friends to come closer.

With the signal from his friend Kid Flash sped over to you and held out his hand.

“Hey Bluebird- can I call you blue?- I’m Kid Flash, or KF-” The speedster said and Robin pushed him aside. “Don’t mind him, I’m Robin, funny how we both chose bird names huh?” He said.

The five of you began training together and over time you all opened up to each other, even spending time outside of the costume though Robin and you still kept your identities mostly hidden. You talked about your experiences on the field and what made you want to become heroes. You found out that Kid Flash is the Flash’s nephew and that Aqualad (who’s atlantean) uses atlantean sorcery.

You opened up to them too, if only a little bit. You didn't trust anyone with the truth of where you came from so you and Dinah created a story to tell others about your past, putting together half truths to create a story that isn’t really a lie.

“So, Blue, how'd you and Canary become a team?” Wally AKA Kid Flash asked, you all had finished training and were sitting around the now empty park where you were all sparring.

“I met Dinah when I was ten, I helped her stop a bank robbery” You told them casually.

“You helped stop a bank robbery as a ten year old? Sweet!” Wally said and you all laughed.

“I was living with a family friend at the time, and I was walking back to his house and saw it go down so I just jumped in. She actually got pretty mad at me for that” You explained and smiled sheepishly.

“Well you were a ten year old who flew over out of nowhere and started attacking the thugs she was fighting” Roy said and the group of sidekicks laughed at the seemingly important information you left out.

“Either way she walked me home, talked to Mr. Morris- the family friend I was living with and she offered to take me in and take me under her wing.” You said, finishing the story.

“Where were your folks?” Wally tried to ask but Robin elbowed him in the side.

“Dude!” The boy wonder said and you laughed.

“It’s okay. I never met my dad and my mom’s a jerk” You told them. For a long time that’s all they knew but over time they learned more.

You told them how you lived with your mom until you were about nine but when your powers emerged she kicked you out, wanting nothing to do with you. In a way that was true. You did live with your mother until you were nine and she did want nothing to do with you because of your powers but it wasn’t because you had them. It was because the powers you had weren’t the ones she spent years trying to cultivate.

Mount Justice

November 22nd

“Robin, Kid Flash, Superboy, Bluebird, Miss Martian, report for mission briefing” Batman said over the Cave speaker system and you looked at your fellow teammates.

“Looks like nostalgic reminiscing has to wait for another time” Robin joked and you smiled, taking off your jacket revealing your uniform.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.” You told them and they nodded, going to join the rest of your team for the mission briefing.

You on the other hand ran to the bathroom to suit up and joined them soon after.

“Raman Harjavti is the democratically elected president of Qurac. Harjavti has been praised as a fair, wise leader, a humanitarian.” Batman began, he projected a map Qurac as well as an image of Harjavti with the computer. “But five days ago, Harjavti allied himself with the dictator of the neighboring nation of Bialya- Queen Bee.” He continued and Superboy scoffed.

“Not a fan” he said and Batman agreed.

“Few are. But Harjavti suddenly backs Queen Bee’s baseless claims that Qurac and Bialya were one nation in ancient times, and has announced the countries will reunify in two days at a ceremony in Qurac.” Batman explained.

“And the Quracis are okay with this?” Kid Flash asked, surprise and annoyance in his voice.

“Hardly, their well aware of the brutality of Queen Bee’s regime but Harjavti has censored the press, silenced all legitimate protest and invited the Bialyian military into his country to enforce martial law.” The Bat answered and Robin joined in.

“Queen Bee has to be controlling him, doesn’t she have the power to enthrall most men?” He asked and Batman nodded.

“And some women, but we have confirmation she hasn’t left Bialya. Something else is at work here, find out what. Robin, you’re team leader.” He stated and Wally smiled. “Promotion, sweet!”

“What about Aqualad?” Robin asked, you heard the obvious doubt in his voice which was strange. Once he wanted nothing but to lead the team.

“He’s busy helping Aquaman. You’re the next logical choice” Batman told his protege and Wally being Wally, complained that Robin left his high five hanging.

So, you all got your things and took off in the Bioship to Qurac.

As you all boarded you stopped beside Robin. “You’ll do fine Wonder Bird” You told him and his shoulders seemed to relax if only a bit at the nickname.

Qurac

November 22nd

Miss Martian flew the camouflaged Bioship over the Bialyan Quraci border. A group of Bialyan tanks were running over a fence and entering into Qurac, most likely illegally even though it's not like anyone would try to stop them with Harjavti under Queen Bee's thumb.

The whole team was on high alert, you were officially in enemy territory after all.

“No opposition, I guess Harjavti really is in bed with Bialya'' Superboy commented but Robin explained while looking at a map on his wrist computer. “I wouldn’t expect opposition here. It’s an animal sanctuary.” He said. That’s when Kid Flash noticed something.

“Tanks have caused a stampede… With civilians in harm's way!” He said and almost everyone was in favor of stepping in.

“We’re way off mission here” Robin said but back tracked soon after.

“Deploy. But stealth mode. If the Bialyians know we hit 'em this becomes an international incident.” He instructed and you all nodded.

You pressed the small blue bird emblem on your chest. It was barely visible on your mostly black suit. Really stealth mode on your suit only changed the accent color from a light blue to a dull red but it was stealth mode none the less.

You jumped out of the Bioship with the rest of the team and flew with Kid Flash, disarming and scattering the Bialyian soldiers while Superboy split the stampede and Miss Martian fired cover fire from the Bioship. When all was done you floated above the ground with your team as Robin asked the woman and child that were in danger if they were okay.

“Mom, mom, mom! We were just saved by Robin, Kid Flash and Bluebird!” The boy said excitedly and you gave him a small smile as you lowered yourself back to the ground.

“Well, Superboy and Miss Martian helped too” KF joked.

“We’re just happy you’re okay” You told the kid in a soft voice and Miss M lowered the Oryx the mother and child were huddled by before the stampede.

“We averted the Bialyians around the sanctuary. You should be safe now” Robin told the two in what you had to admit was a very leader voice.

“Which means the coast is clear Miss M, you can de-camo now” Wally whispered to what seemed like no one behind him but you knew M’gann was there even before she removed her hood and became visible again.

The woman you saved sighed, “You may have made things worse, Bialyian border crossings are a way of life here. Usually they wreck a few fences and move on. Engaging them might have made us a target” She said and you had to admit she had a point. Hell you would have agreed with Robin to stay on mission but she and her son were in danger and you couldn’t ignore that.

“Mommmm, uncool” The kid grumbled and you held back a smile.

“I’m sorry, I should thank you,” The woman said. She introduced her son Garfield but before she introduced herself M’gann interrupted her with excitement.

“Marie Logan! I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you in person! Uh- I’v, I’ve admired your stance on animal rights for years” M’gann said and immediately Conner questioned her via mind link because in fact she’d only been on earth for six months.

Eventually or inevitably since both M’gann and Garflied were asking their respective person in charge to allow the other to stay- the team stuck around the Logan Animal Sanctuary for a while longer.

Miss M went with Marie to fix the sanctuary’s ruined fences and you and the rest of the team went with Garfield to their home. By now the sun was coming up and you all had returned your uniforms to normal.

The Logan house was nice, small and quiet, as it seemed it was just Garfield and his mother.

“So, pretty weird about Miss Martian and my mom huh?” Garfield said. With his reaction earlier you were pretty surprised the kid could hold a normal conversation after how excited he was when you saved him.

“What do you mean?” Connor asked and Garfield was more than happy to point out the similarities between M’gann and his mother. Honestly you were surprised the others hadn’t noticed by now. Then Hello Megan was brought up.

“Wait, Hello Megan is a TV show? I just thought it was something she said all the time” Wally and Robin both said and you sat down on the couch in front of the seats they both took.

“You guys haven’t heard of it? One of my friend’s parents were obsessed with it, she practically has the whole show mesmerized” You said. For some reason you’d thought at least Wally would know it. He seemed like someone who’d love sitcoms like Hello Megan.

Garfield was about to put on the pilot episode when Connor stopped you all.

“Wait… Aircraft, headed this way” He said and you all knew what was coming. Robin told Garfield to stay inside and you all ran out to meet the aircraft.

Outside three fighter planes were flying towards you. Miss Martian and Superboy protected Marie from their attacks but she didn’t seem scared for herself.

“Where’s my son?” She asked, the sentiment tugged at your heart but you quickly focused back on the situation. “I ordered him to stay inside” Robin said but Marie was anything but calmed by that.

“He’s eight! He doesn’t do orders!” She yelled and you saw Garfield opening the barn door a decent ways away from where you all were. Your instinct kicked in before anyone else on the team and you flew as fast as you could to the barn but you weren’t quick enough. The fighter planes shot at the barn, collapsing it and causing an explosion. You caught Garfield but only after he had already been hit by debris and thrown into the air. He was unconscious and groaned in pain, his injuries didn’t look bad on the surface but you didn’t know what else might be hiding.

You flew him back to Marie as Miss Martian and Superboy went to take out the planes.

“I told you there’d be consequences!” Marie told Robin as she held her injured son and the boy wonder looked down in guilt.

“Always” He said.

“Let’s get him inside” You told Marie and she nodded, running inside the house and to the clinic in the back.

You helped Marie with as much as you could, hooking Garfield up to an IV and a heart monitor.

“He’s in shock. He needs a blood transfusion, are any of you O negative?” She asked. You and Robin stood in the room with her and KF waited in the doorway.

“No” Robin said and Marie nodded.

“Neither am I” She said. “I used to keep a supply in the clinic-” She began and KF cut her off, offering to run Gar to the nearest clinic only to be told he wouldn’t be fast enough even at his highest speed.

“What about Superboy?” Marie asked and you sighed. “He’s Kryptonian, it wouldn’t help” You told her and Robin continued seeing where you were going.

“And Miss Martian-” He began but Miss M walked in and interrupted him, “Might be able to help. My shape shifting occurs at the cellular level, I think I can morph my blood to match his” She explained and you noticed Superboy had joined Kid Flash in the doorway.

“Please, try” Marie begged and Miss M nodded.

“I’ll need to concentrate. No distractions” she said and Marie, whose voice began to fill with panic, pushed Robin and you out of the room and closed the door. None of you resisted, instead you all went back to the couches in the living room and took a seat.

“And on top of all of this, Harjavti steps down tomorrow, subjecting all of Qurac to this danger” Robin exclaimed. You recognized the slight desperation in his voice and sat down on the chair beside him. “KF, can you find a news station?” Robin asked and Wally fumbled with the multiple TV remotes trying to figure out which one to use. The television turned on and Hello Megan began playing, most likely because that’s what Garfield was trying to put on before the attack.

Connor, Robin and Wally all looked at the screen in shock while you mouthed the words from your seat, annoyingly familiar with the all too catchy toon of the theme song.

🎵School and boys and parents too.

A whole lot to juggle for Miss You-Know-Who.

(Who?) Hello Megan.

(Who?) Hello Megan! 🎵

Soon enough M’gann walked out to join you all and Wally quickly pressed a button on one of the remotes, turning on a broadcast of Harjavti giving some sort of speech.

M’gann recognized some psychic in the background and Robin helped explain.

“That’s Psimon, he must be the one controlling Harjavti” He said and Wally held his head.

“Ugh, I still remember the headache from when he brain blasted us last time we were in Bialya” He groaned and you crossed your arms, “That must’ve sucked for you” You teased, suddenly very happy you were too busy helping Canary to go on that mission.

Marie came out and informed you all that the transfusion seemed to have worked and that Garfield was stable for the moment, so you all left for your true mission. To save Harjavti.

Dhabar

November 23rd

The team had managed to sneak into the democratic palace through the vents and found Harjavti alone in his office. You were about to make your escape when Bialyian soldiers stormed in with what looked like Alien technology.

“Well, well, American heroes here to assassinate the president. Such a shame we arrived too late to stop them.” One of the soldiers said and though the mind link Superboy informed the team that the alien tech were apocolyptin. Miss M took off saying that she found Psimon and Robin had to stop Superboy from following after her. Leaving you, Robin, Kid Flash and Superboy to take down the soldiers.

You all jumped into action, KF and SB relying on their powers while you and Robin took them out the old fashion way.

“No flying today Blue?” KF asked through the mind link and you elbowed one of the soldiers, hitting a pressure point and knocking him out.

“Not enough space” You told him and soon enough all the soldiers were out cold.

You all ran after Miss Martian only to fall to your knees in pain. You had never felt this before, it was like a migraine mixed with deep emotional pain and it was all consuming, you hated it. “I honestly prefer- getting thrown into a wall” You said before you couldn’t hold on any longer and you fell to the ground, unconscious.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been out for but at some point you began to wake up.

“And there’s the headache” Kid Flash said, only just waking up himself.

You gripped your head, “I hate psychics… No offense Miss M” You said, rubbing your temples in an attempt to relieve the lingering pain.

“Psimon?” Robin asked, he was the first to get his bearings together enough to stand.

“He brain blasted you, I stopped him” Miss Martian said and you tried (and failed) to get up. “I see why you hate these so much” You told KF, and together you all helped each other up.

Logan Animal Sanctuary

November 23rd

The team returned to the Logan Sanctuary after the mission was over. You all along with Marie Logan sat and watched President Harjavti meet with Bruce Wayne to discuss their partnership in rebuilding Qurac. All seemed well.

“Gee, Bruce Wayne sure got here fast. Almost like he knew-” Robin elbowed that thought out of Kid Flash’s mouth.

“Don’t you have a souvenir to collect or something?” The boy wonder asked, though it was more of a reminder.

“Hello Megan!” Wally exclaimed, mimicking M’gann. He sped around the room, grabbing the VHS tape with the Hello Megan Pilot and pointed it at Miss M.

“Something you’d like to tell us?” He asked even though there really wasn’t much of a choice. But Wally will be Wally and he can be an ass.

Everyone looked at M’gann expectantly and you sighed, grumbling. “Seriously, you guys care way too much about this”.

Even so, M’gann did share, she related to the character of Megan and when she had to take a human form on earth she chose Megan.

Marie was honored but Robin had to go and ruin the moment.

“That begs the question, what do you look like?” He asked and you glared at him.

“You don’t have to tell or show us M’gann. There’s obviously a reason you took this form and no one is entitled to see or true form if you’re not comfortable” You said while glaring at Robin and Wally, you loved your friends but sometimes they acted like children.

“No, it’s okay Blue.” M’gann said and her shape shifted. Overall it seemed almost identical. Her body stayed the same but her face shape was different, she had no eyebrows or hair but that’s about it.

“Bald M’gann… still hot” Wally commented and you smacked the back of his head. “Hey-”

Connor silently walked up to M’gann and took her hand. “You know you don’t have to put a mask on for me” He told her, taking her hands in his and she immediately shifted back.

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. This is who I really am” She said and you smiled at that. Once the emotional moment ended you hugged M’gann.

“Thanks for trusting us” You said that was the end. You flew back to Happy Harbor having accomplished the mission and making some friends. All was well.

[toulousewayne]

Batsis Headcannon pt. 1

Batsis is the oldest sister, she a year younger than Dick but two years Jason’s senior.

She was never,nor has she ever been a vigilante. But Bruce trained her and she also got additionally training from Alfred, Wonder Woman, Black Canary and Superman.

I believe she would be half Latina.

Her mother was killed when Joker first appeared in Joker, though he didn’t directly do it himself. She still passed away due to his Joker gas.

Bruce tries to be a good father, especially when she came into his life. He tries his best to be well educated on her culture as he can be.

One of the many things he tries to learn his how to do her hair.

Bruce prides himself that he knows the proper products to use, and how to at least braid her hair in two plats or a slick back ponytail.

He wishes he knew more but it doesn’t turn out right and Batsis just gets annoyed so by the time she goes to grade school she learns to do other hairstyles herself,but she at least show her dad how to do them in hopes he’ll learn himself.

When Dick moved it she and him bonded over their different heritages. She would teach him Spanish and her favorite holidays and customs. He shares about his heritage and about the little he knows from his parents about his homeland and what life was life for them.

Dick loves her hair, he likes it when she teaches him how she cares for it. He even takes some ideas from her about taking care of his own curls too.

When Dick leaves home he reminds that she can always visit him in Bludheaven whenever she wants. And on Spring Break and summer vacation she does just that.

I saw somewhere the fandom like Jason to be either Hispanic or Italian. I think either is fine with me. But for this post let’s go with Italian.

Jason took a liking to his new sister. Even though she doesn’t fully understand what his life was like before being adopted she actually takes the time to listen when he actually opens up.

Jason teaches her the few family secret recipes he remembers from his Nona. She loves Bruschetta and Cacio e pepe. He makes them for her with Alfred’s help.

When he died Alfred would make either dish out of the blue for her but even though she was grateful it wasn’t the same as when Jason use to do it.

For his last brithday before his untimely death she got him a copy of ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’, he read most of it before his death and when was dead she would go every Sunday afternoon around 3 and read a few of the remaining chapters to him.

When Tim came along they didn’t get along the best. She didn’t want what happened to Jason to happen to Tim.

Tim felt it was important for Bruce to have a Robin and even asked why she wouldn’t do it.

She explain why. 1.) Because Robin was something Dick created and she felt it would wrong to just become Robin with out his blessing. 2.) She never wanted to go out and fight crime, after what happened to her mother and now Jason it only made her not want to do it even more.

Tim respected her for giving him the truth, something he hadn’t been given most of his life.

It was Batsis who told Bruce to go see Tim after his father forced him to quit being Robin and that night they fought out his father had been killed.

When Tim moved into the manor she welcomed him with open arms.

When Tim first started messing sleep she made it her mission to get him to sleep even if it was for only a few hours.

Switching all the coffee in the house to decaf,shutting off the Wi-Fi putting a weighted blanket on him where some of the ways she got him to sleep.

He was great-full he handed experienced that type of care in years even from his own parents.

Out of all the boys Batsis and Tim would classify as the typical little brother and big sister relationship.

Not excluding the others, but Tim for sure acts like the bratty younger brother who does not want his sister to mess with his hair, or tease him about his crushes,and she will for sure tattle on him to Alfred if he doesn’t not comply with her about getting sleep.

Damian was a big adjustment, for everyone. But Batsis took it the easiest. She learned quickly that she can’t treat Damian like a little brother they way she does Tim. She treats Damian just as if they were the same age and it works for their relationship.

Damian shares his drawning with her, he even made some artwork for her to put up around her townhouse.

Every other Friday afternoon after she gets him from school she takes Damian to the park and they feed the duck bread.

Duke is her newest brother and her and him have and unbreakable friendship.

Duke likes to visit his old friends from his neighborhood and she takes along.

The little kids love her she’s so fun and she pushes them on the swing too.

Before they leave they buy them all ice cream.

While he’s on day patrol she’ll make him a lunch to-go and he swings by to grab it everyday. When she’s not busy with school and work she’ll make him something fresh but she’s busy she’ll give him her leftovers from her dinner and he’s just greatful to not eat Bat Burgers everyday.

[miadearden]

i trust you on all arrowfam matters and i recently saw someone say that green arrow/black canary (the book not the ship lol) is bad but i’m reading it rn and i’m rather enjoying it. what do you think about it and do you know why people don’t like it :(

Answer one: GA/BC isn’t a book I’m super fond of. I mean I’ve got issues with what’s done to Connor in that book and how it cements the retcon that Ollie knew all along about him, and the first half of it is written by Judd Winick who hasn’t written some stuff where I’m like…Judd why. And as for the second half of the run I honestly can’t remember much of it it’s pretty forgettable and the art gets ugly to me.

And as a whole GA/BC run gets soured for me due to its proximity to Cry for Justice and it’s fallout where Didio decided to personally shit on my face and everything I love. It’s sorta feels like “the beginning of the end” to me in terms of the Arrowfam before 52.

Answer two: Forget. All. That. It doesn’t matter what I think. It doesn’t matter what others think. This book does have problematic elements, but it’s 10-15 years old, you’ll be hard pressed to find a comic that doesn’t. Also it’s comics - there’s hundreds of creatives working on tens of books read by millions of people. To say comics are a mixed bag is an understatement.

If reading this book makes you happy, and you enjoy reading it, that’s all that matters. Shit, I enjoy elements of it - I adore Cliff Chiang’s art and Dodger is a fun new addition to the universe. Besides comics are so fucky that if you’re anything like me and others you’ll form your own preferred canon from bits and bobs you pull from some books while ignoring others. And honestly that’s the peak way to enjoy comics fandom.

If you enjoy it, enjoy it. Doesn’t matter what others think.

[bisexualwolverines]

halbruce >:)

1. doesnt listen to music ever Bruce, he doesnt get it, he'll have classical music on to enrich the brain but the only music he actually listens to are if his friends are the artists eg Black Canary

2. has never had a pomegranate Hal, idk he comes from a white military family I just dont think theyd have pomegranates

3. is a tax evader Hal, he's off world a lot, taxes are the last thing on his mind

4. is against legalizing marijuana Neither, they both sometimes smoke it recreationally, life is stressful

5. gets computer viruses the most Hal, he does not have an antivirus installed on his laptop

6. fell for an email scam and lost a lot of money Neither, Bruce is too careful and Hal is too broke

7. hooked up with someone in a gas station bathroom Hal, but also them together but mostly Hal

8. has a peanut allergy Hal, its a recently formed allergy and he hates it, he used to love reeses peanut butter cups but somehow a space virus made him allergic to peanuts

9. has an account on reddit Hal, theres this fic I read a while back where Bruce finds out Hal is in love with him through the r/amitheasshole subreddit, its acc really cute

10. is sexist Hal, he is a known misogynist

11. knows how cryptocurrency works Bruce, against his own will

12. seasons their food exclusively with salt and pepper Bruce, he does not know what a spice is, thank you Alfred

13. doesn’t remove the lint in the dryer before turning it on Hal, Bruce doesnt do laundry

14. is a cheater Both, (at games) they do it to annoy each other

[thequiver]

Hi. I do you have Black Canary recommendations that aren't Green Arrow comics? Those I've read or will read anyway(backups are ok, I would like to know if there's anything good for BC in their team-ups and her solo backups that I will read). (Beyond bop too, I can't read that). What did you think of the newest BoP?

I mean I love her in JSA stuff

But I’m an Earth-2 Dinah Truther so I just get SO EXCITED every-time she’s with them. But a lot of my favorite Dinah stuff is in earlier comics, the blissful pre-BoP days

But yeah BoP sucks ass don’t subject yourself to that

I haven’t read the new Birds of Prey yet - I haven’t been keeping up with DC since Williamson’s GA made me mad (like issue 2 lmao) but I’ll probably get more with it again now that Condon’s taking over

[flashfuture]

ok so i was reading GA 2001 and its where connor was shot by onomatopoeia and ollie has to give a blood transfusion, so basically my question was, do a lot of people know that ollie and connor are green arrows? and the rest of arrowfam's identity? only bothering you cuz you're my resident arrowfam expert lol

xoxo :)

Ooh interesting. Okay so firstly can I just say how silly comics are with the whole he's my son I can give blood thing? Like not how it works and I highly doubt Ollie knew he and Connor were the same blood type.

Anywhoos. It's pretty common knowledge that the first and second green arrow are father and son. Connor tells just about anyone who asks his name and he's never been shy about the fact that Oliver Queen and the og Green Arrow was his father.

How Connor or Ollie have a secret identity I don't know but yeah. It's probably super obvious to everyone in Star City that Ollie is the Green Arrow like Mia pointed it out to him.

So really I'd say Connor has a secret identity in the sense he never went on the news civil war Spider-Man style and announced to the world who he was but like if you ask he'll probably tell you.

Idk it depends writer to writer if we're being honest cause a lot of writers are both lazy and hate Ollie so.....

Roy was a bit more careful but like I feel like every major villain knows who Roy is in and out of the uniform. Dinah... I have no idea why she has a secret identity anymore. Like before she had the wig but now she just dyes her hair blonde like she's clearly the Black Canary. And like if you had any type of facial recognition skills you'd know Ollie was the Green Arrow and if his younger son is also easily identifiable as the second Green Arrow then his red headed older son would not be hard to pin as the former Speedy. And Dinah is clearly the Black Canary so a quick leap in logic should tell you Oliver Queen's newest blond kid is the newest arrow.

But alas it all depends on plot no? Like the majority population doesn't know but like it's just it's all so weird. The villains know so what's even the point?

Lol I have no idea if this helped but yeah here you go