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spite-and-waffles · 2 years ago

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A meta analysis on Oliver Queen written in Feb 2008 on Livejournal.

Workshop: "Writing Green Arrow (Oliver Queen)" by Merfilly

Just a quick warning to anyone reading this looking for current canon...while I may touch it, I have a disagreement with both Green Arrow: Year One and Green Arrow/Black Canary. In many ways, the character I have seen since Winick took on the book has been touch and go with his history. It happens, and is very easily explained, considering Winick's tour is post-resurrection. Death, if anything, should have a right to change a man.

Introducing...

Car. Plane. Gadget for every gimmick, gimmick for every trap. Sidekick. Costume. Rich lifestyle, with a need to do good.

Cool your bat-jets, folks...that's really Green Arrow I'm talking about.

He made his debut in More Fun Comics, back in November 1941. He ran in the book from issue 73 to issue 107, after which the superheroes of the title moved over to Adventure Comics instead. Creators Mort Weisinger and George Papp defined him, and opened the door for years of comparison to Batman almost from day one.

Like Batman, Green Arrow is merely human. He has, since the first days, relied on the use of a bow and arrow, employing several 'trick' arrows, arrows that ranged from a boxing glove to a cryogenic arrow. All of which, it should be noted, he invented himself. He might have been following in Bruce's shadow, but he had the brains to do it with, a facet that is sometimes, sadly, lost.

It's worth noting that Green Arrow began with his sidekick, Speedy. As storytelling progressed, it was decided GA had been active before Roy came along, but we had to wait quite some time to learn their separate origins.

Historical data

Oliver's history has been victim to subtle retcons over the years, but the gist is still the same...and made it mostly intact onto Smallville. He's the millionaire heir to Queen Industries, his parents having died when he was young, and he wound up playing Robinson Crusoe on his very own castaway island without a volleyball for a best friend.

To survive, he drew on his resourcefulness, made himself a bow and some arrows to hunt. Then there is conflict (pirates, hippies, drugrunners...take your pick) and he escapes back to civilization a much changed-man who chafes at the injustice of the world. He picks up the inspiration of Robin Hood, and soon becomes the latest of the costumed crowd to run amok on the bank robbers and kidnappers.

Pre-Crisis on Infinite Earths, Green Arrow was the much younger lover of Black Canary, the man she left her world, that of the JSA, for. Arrow's involvement in the League was argued as reasons to bar her from joining, by Hawkman, whose own girlfriend had been refused, but it was argued right back that Canary did not overlap her boyfriend's powers. Just goes to show the sexism there, as Ollie most certainly overlapped the other rich boy on the League.

Post-COIE, though, paints us a new story. One of a man behind the scenes at first, willing to avoid the limelight of financing the League, and taking his time showing just who he was to the five founders. The fact he already had Speedy with him in his first meeting with the League is a subtle retcon of the DC universe as a whole...between the two Crisis events, Speedy, not Robin, is the first sidekick, a factor often ignored or tossed aside on the thought that Robin was already running around in Gotham, just not worldwide. Ollie did eventually get invited to be the sixth member of the League.

According to the Black Canary mini series, we now have a new history of Ollie with the League. Both of them were 'rookies' when Batman is already established on the team...and that rings poor when every Bat-fan knows how long it took the League to convince the Bat to be on the League even unofficially, let alone a deciding member. It's also not holding up within DC continuity, as there have been other titles to suggest Oliver's place as the sixth member remains secure.

Speaking from his own book, Ollie came back to his wealth from that island, and balanced corporate heir with do-gooding, as well as raising a thirteen year old boy who was full of hero worship for him. It really wasn't enough to hold the character up in the light though.

So they stripped him of his money, his company, and eventually, his ward. They got a liberal man-for-the-people hero that Batman had never been, and that grittier image stuck hard. Long before Miller repainted our other rich-boy-with-issues, we had Oliver Queen penniless, learning what America really was in a hard hitting look at normal life, and finding out his teenage ward was a junkie.

Mike Grell took what Denny O'Neill had begun and got DC to give him the character for a Mature, No-Powers book. We got an Ollie who killed, who contemplated real-world issues, aged, and who otherwise showed every flaw and merit in close, graphic detail.

With lots of pretty, naked him and Dinah.

Those flaws started adding up too quickly. The long-time relationship with Dinah Lance (now the younger of the pair) came to an end in the face of infidelities and long absences, setting Ollie on what can only be termed a self-destructive spiral. He toured the world, looking for his place in it, trying to forget the woman who he'd driven away.

And met his son. Connor Hawke. Originally, he had no idea who the kid was. Met him in the ashram he had sought out for meditations, and they grew uneasily into friendship. Connor knew, but Ollie did not for a long time.

Then this nasty thing happened. Actually, it began around the time Dinah had left him. It was when Superman died and was reborn, because right around then, his absolute best friend forever, Hal Jordan, went bug-screwy-nuts.

Considering GA and GL had just had an adventure the issue before the one where this happened, is enough to make my fan-teeth itch. See the Hal Essay and you might know why I have issues with the handling. That Oliver Queen was not more involved in efforts to save Hal from himself is the rest of my grievance, given their canon near-inseparability since the 70s.

Eventually the bug-screwy-nuts Hal decided to remake the universe into the multiverse and undo the sacrifice of his other best friend, Barry Allen. This didn't set well with Ollie in the least, and when he had to, he fired what he believed to be a lethal arrow.

That, fellow fen, is when Oliver Queen died, in my own brain. The issues following Zero Hour were a meltdown that would eventually (not so long, as Supes still had the long hair) lead to his death in his own title, saving Metropolis from devastation with Superman right there.

Why'd he have to die, then, if Supes was on deck? Because Oliver Queen chose to die, rather than sacrifice being Green Arrow. The only way out of the plane, rigged with a dead man's switch and armed as a bomb, was to let Superman take his arm off.

Ollie let go of the switch instead.

Fast forward a little bit. Hal Jordan gets kicked in the conscience by Kyle, the baby Lantern. Comes home and saves the solar system...but does one selfish act before he does it at the cost of his life. He resurrects Oliver Queen, but with amnesia and from about 'ten years' (DC time) in the past.

Final Night was published in 1996.

Green Arrow relaunched in 2001 to explain the details of the resurrection. Five years, folks, between setting up his return and actually doing it. Why? Because Kevin Smith wanted the title, and was tied up forever. The Green Arrow title had come to an end, even with Connor Hawke as the Emerald Archer in 1998.

With the relaunch, came retcons. Minor ones, to start, and a return to old favorites. Connor and Ollie getting to know each other was written in great fashion. A new Speedy, this time a girl. Dinah/Ollie goodness. Roy and Ollie finding new ground with each other. Shifts in everything.

Personality and Interactions

Over all, Ollie's a charmer. He's a witty man, with good looks, and charisma. If you look at him in the Golden Age, he comes off as patronizing toward Roy on a lot of occasions, but no worse, normally, than Bruce toward Dick. By the Silver Age, his appearances were focused more on the League and Dinah Drake Lance, the widow from that other world, who was older and wiser than him in a lot of ways. By the modern age, he was still given to words like 'kiddo' (his most endearing poke at the fact he was the elder of post COIE Canary/Arrow), but had developed a more guarded personality. Never as closed off as the Bat became, he was less trusting in the Grell book, a facet Dixon and other writers made use of in the 25 issues that led to his death following Grell's departure.

Since Ollie's return...especially OYL, he's been presented as a man who looked in a mirror darkly and didn't really like what he saw reflecting back at him. He's more mature than he was during the 80s, less grim than he was in much of the 90s. Family, first and foremost, seems to drive him. He's still a charmer...but he's got to have a reason to charm you.

Top of my head, the people who rank high in his life are Hal Jordan, Roy Harper, Dinah Lance, Mia Dearden, and Connor Hawke. Hal's still his best friend, and Dinah...regardless of how you feel about it, is his canon wife right now. Connor is the son he never had a chance to know, and Mia is the girl he's bound and determined to do right by. As far as Roy goes...they've gotten over a lot of the pain and seem to have actually fallen into a true father/son vibe that is very far from the buddy pair they were in the golden age.

Other notables of his life have included Bonnie King, aka Miss Arrowette. According to a throwaway panel in a Young Justice Comic, and a lot of fanon, Cissie King-Jones (Arrowette) may be his illegitimate daughter. Bonnie was a Star City heroine captivated by the Archer. Eddie Fyres is a notable ally/antagonist of the Grell era, being a CIA spook who got Ollie in deep trouble. Repeatedly. And who then later looked over Connor closely.

Possibly the most complicated relationship to dwell on is Shado, the Yakuza bow-mistress who raped Oliver in the throes of a fever, and conceived his son, Robert. (Forgive me, but I fail to recall Robert's Japanese name, revealed in the Connor Hawke Miniseries.) Ollie is very torn by her, between attraction, fascination, and betrayal.

Other portrayals

Green Arrow in Justice League Unlimited, like most of the animated heroes, is a much more 'white hat' character. He gave up his company after the Bat invited him to the League and talked him into staying...or after he laid eyes on a Pretty Bird, at least. He's still got issues somewhere, as evidenced by Speedy's brusque comments his way in one episode's cameo, but he's got the real feel of a Knight in Shining Armor...no offense, Sir Justin.

Oliver Queen on Smallville came about after a long, losing battle to get Bruce Wayne allowed. And, no offense, Bat fans, I think the options available to Oliver Queen make more sense for him than they would have for Bruce. He's got murdered parents and a thirst for vengeance when we first meet him. He's robbing the rich (Lex's pals), and using the proceeds for justice...or in theory, anyhow. He's far more wiling to go to violent measures than Bruce is typically portrayed as willing to do. He's a CEO of his company, and he's slowly building this motley band of heroes who may one day be the Justice League....

He only enjoyed one appearance on SuperFriends, alas...

Questions? Recommended authors

I've tried to keep this brief. I'd be glad to handle questions in comments though.

If you really want good portrayals of Oliver Queen, I beg you to go look at gottaluvit123's fic. I tend to live in awe of her Oliver. greeneyelove also handles him quite nicely.

Brad Meltzer introduced the first of the retcons that really impacted the way Ollie is handled to date. He let it be written in that Oliver Queen had known about his son from the beginning. This seems to directly contradict everything Connor Hawke's creator intended (Chuck Dixon, folks...man seemed to hate Roy Harper, but gave us a great character in the form of Connor). And it made Ollie into a form of coward and heel he'd never really been depicted as.

Judd Winick finished the job begun in undermining Oliver's sense of noble character that had been semi-regained in his rebirth. Though Dinah had slapped a still pretty much amnesiac (soulless, actually, and lacking a decade of experience) Oliver with the events that destroyed them, the two had hit it off fairly well. Within the first arc Winick wrote, Oliver Queen cheated on the woman of his dreams, reducing him back to where he'd been in issue 75 of the prior series. He lost Dinah...a fact that would not be made clear for over a year's worth of publication.

And then comes Identity Crisis and Infinite Crisis and One Year Later, and we've been force-fed a very abrupt reunion in that relationship, a mayorship that must have been bought, and a lot of other changes, including the coma and kidnapping of his son...who he quit looking for, supposedly, because he found a sidekick.

You might say I'm bitter, looking at that summary of the past few years of canon.

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Playa de Mal Nombre, Fuerteventura by sir20

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yeojaa · 4 years ago

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stay gold.

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. blond!jk being a good boy? idk. that’s literally it. wc. 3k. beta reader. @hobi-gif, ofc. author note. this was meant to be pwp but i cannot shut up so here is this mess that is neither pwp nor something with a legit plotline. 🤠 blame blondie.

Having a content creator boyfriend is fun. Usually.

You get to go on cool trips, he gives you all of the random shit his sponsors send him, and you get to preen like a cat that ate the canary when his DMs blow up with hundreds of messages.

Sure, there are the downsides. All his stupid pranks - the ones that piss you off when you’re trying to do your makeup, the ones that have him dunking ice cubes on you while you’re in the middle of a shower - and his perpetual recording, camera glued to his hand and if not that, then his phone. There are the rude comments - the oh, that’s his girlfriend? He could do better was a common one - and the long hours he spends editing, holed away in his office; the beyond inappropriate packages he gets in the mail, thongs and other things that he immediately tosses away with a reassuring tilt of his pretty head.

You don’t mind it though. He enjoys it, thrives on it, and you’re there to support him.

But you’d never expected this.

This Adonis standing in the doorway, freshly styled strands pushed back from his forehead, glimmering gold falling across his eyes. He looks, for lack of a better word, unreal.

(You’re not often speechless. Can’t be, when you’re dating someone like Jeon Jungkook and everything he does either makes you laugh or infuriates you. Boring isn’t a part of his vocabulary and you’ve learnt to keep up with his antics over the years.)

(Still, this comes close, stealing all the air from your lungs.)

“Hey, baby.” It’s his usual greeting, offered without hesitation as he crosses the threshold and tosses his keys into the catch-all by the door. Kicks off his chunky sneakers and peels his sweater over his head, effectively tousling the tawny threads.

He’s so handsome it’s outright disgusting, leaving you gaping up at him from your post on the couch. Gives you very little to work with as he shimmies down the hall, grabs an apple off the kitchen island, and then not-so-gracefully plops himself down beside you.

You still haven’t found your words by the time he takes two gigantic bites, flesh crunching between his teeth, big doe eyes sparkling like he’s stepped right out of a Disney film.

“D’you like it?”

Did you? Well, obviously.

You’ve never imagined Jungkook blond. He’d gone through a phase in college, colours of the rainbow rotating through the ends of his hair. Brown, red, orange, blue. You’d loved each hue but this was something else entirely. (Different even from the two months he’d spent as full-on ginger, committing far too hard to his Haikyuu!! Halloween costume.)

This version of him is steeped in some twisted fantasy, a dream crafted by years of bedtime stories and happily ever afters. It screams Prince Charming and has you reaching for him before you know what you’re doing, threading fingers through the surprisingly soft silk that curls over his ears and looks so lovely next to the silver of his piercings.

You mean to be gentle, to comb delicately through flax but fuck. He looks so good you want to devour him. (You can only imagine your face - a lovesick puppy brought home from the pound.)

There’s still apple in his mouth, juice tracking down his chin because you’re really making it quite hard for him to chew when you’ve got him like this, two hands on either side of his face, holding him in place. Inspecting him like a piece of meat as he peers at you, deceptively innocent and amused. “That’s a yes?”

An answer comes in the form of a kiss, of limbs rearranging and settling directly into his lap. Knees wide, chest to chest, you can’t even be bothered by the sickly sticky feel of his skin, the way his hands are too cold to be creeping up beneath the hem of your - his - shirt.

(Where had he put the apple? You know it’s not finished, two bites in and left to roll all over the rug. You’ll give him shit for that later, when you’re not so distracted.)

“You look like Barbie,” you mumble against his lips, into the warmth of his mouth. You ignore the way he laughs, swallowing it down with a pass of your tongue and too much spit swapped, a string of saliva caught between you when you come up for air.

Somehow, you’re still lightheaded, all your thoughts framed into the familiar silhouette of the boy beneath you. Cherry red lips - your fault, from all your biting and teasing and the balm you’d applied earlier - and blond hair. Who would’ve known that was your weakness?

(Deep down, you know Jungkook as a whole is the issue. That it’s your stupid handsome boyfriend with his lopsided smile and bunny teeth, dimples and that scar on his cheek. This is just a new layer to be explored, another reason you love him added to the Jungkook Best Boy jar that sits front and centre in your mind’s eye.)

“Don’t say that,” he groans, equal parts reproach and affection, palms resting where they belong, nestled over your spine. Long fingers toy with the soft cotton of your thong, brushing over the seamless material with small repetitive motions.

You realise then his hands aren’t the only things heating up.

The two of you have an understanding, an abiding awareness of the boundaries of your relationship and the roles you take on. Best friend, occasional sucker for the sake of a TikTok, lover.

He knows how much you hate your dirty laundry being aired - does his very best to never post anything that might be misconstrued, ensures he only ever portrays you in a good light because the internet could be cruel. (Even if he argued with you in the quiet of your home, he’d keep you safe outside of the four walls.)

You know how he needs his quiet time but that sometimes, a night out was unavoidable, a part of his life he - and by extension you - couldn’t always say no to. (Even if you were achy and tired by midnight, glaring down at your phone as he made his rounds, exchanged contact details and rambled about shit that meant nothing.)

He’s learnt to make your eggs the way you love them: soft in the centre, covered with too much pepper. He never washes your clothes in hot water (not after The Great Sweater debacle) and he always makes sure not to use your special memory foam pillow.

You kiss him goodnight without fail and play with his hair until he falls asleep; you bury your face against his chest when he’s had a long day, signing your love with the felt-tip of your lips. You bring him fresh cut fruit when he’s been working for more than three hours and wash his hair when he’s stressed.

Knowing each other was easy; loving each other was like breathing.

This, though, is different. New. Special.

He’s never been like this before, glazed over in the eyes, patience wearing thin. Sat so well, picture perfect beneath you and cornsilk crown lighting his entire expression up like a halo, he’s ethereal.

“Baby,” he whines, grits through his teeth as you roll your hips that much slower, the glide impossibly smooth thanks to the lychee watermelon lube he’d received to his PO box. (One of the items you hadn’t thrown away from that package, together with a handful of other toys that’d come in handy over the months.)

You’re shameless, soothing a hand across his cheek, thumb slipping past his lips. (You ignore the noise of indignation, meet it with a twinkling laugh of your own.) It sweeps over his tongue, pressing down in tandem with the second sound - one that echoes out of his chest, a growl that pitches into a whine and makes your ears buzz. “Hi, baby.”

“Stop teasing.” It’s practically begging - or as close to it as Jungkook will get. It draws a smile and another pass of your thumb, gliding across his gums to slot against the interior of his cheek. You’ve got him fishhooked, immobile, even as he glares up at you.

(He’s so, so handsome. Looks utterly out of it even as he tries to harden his gaze, coerce you into doing what he wants with that stare that makes your heart lurch pathetically in your chest.)

“You don’t like this?”

You know he does - that he loves being pampered. That he’ll rarely ask, instead pouting at you from wherever he sits until you turn to putty under his gaze and smother him in all the love you have to offer.

“I do. I just—” The rest of his words don’t come, stolen by a gasp when you grind against him, swollen head of his cock bumping against your clit. He’s making a mess of you both, back arching, hips rising, hands fisted into the sheets even as he chases friction like a dog does its tail. The warmth between your legs is so close he looks as if he’ll lose his mind, rutting against your cunt like just the right angle might get him what he wants. “Fuck, baby.”

“I’m trying,” you retort, mouthful of teasing that only earns you another glare, some poor semblance of one as he bites into the webbing of your hand, bucks up impatiently.

“Please.” He tries again, a different tactic this time, all sugar-spun sweetness. Strawberry shortcake rather than sour cherry pie, so eager to get what he wants that he’s not above pulling out all the stops. A hand risen from the sheets, digits decorated in ink swimming over your skin, sinking into the meat of your thigh.

(He doesn’t push though. Knows you’ll pull the moment he does.)

“Please?” An echo chamber, endlessly teasing, and a ducked head, lips finding the sweat-slick column of his throat. Just one drag of your tongue has him crumbling further, careful composure slipping with each swivel of your hips, the edge of your teeth. There’s nothing but desperation radiating off him, demand choked back when you drift lower, tracing over his chest, teasing him in the ways you know best.

It’s all so unnecessary, drawing out what he wants until he’s a goner, three seconds from combusting beneath you. You’d give him anything he ever asked for - offer it all up on a silver plate, a meal fit for a king. This is just fun, different and exciting.

You relent with a minor adjustment, settling yourself against him, face dropped into the crook of his neck. “Slowly.”

He repeats after you, uncertain and hopeful; his hand falls further, warmth descending to pull you close, hold you still. As much as he needs this - needs you - he loves the slow burn just as much. The stutter of his pulse gives him away, erratic beneath your touch. He’s a thousand miles above the clouds, floating on cloud nine; every second passed is another tingle of his toes, a tightening of the coil in his stomach.

When he aligns himself against your core, pre-cum pearling over his tip, he does exactly as you’ve asked. Sinks into you at such a leisurely pace you wonder if you might be the one who splinters apart, shatters into a million tiny pieces at the way he splits you open.

“Good?” Jungkook asks so nicely it’s impossible for you to say no, to deny him this tiny bit of reassurance.

(Maybe it’s the way he looks, crowned in glittering gold, painted by Fra Angelico. Or maybe it’s how his smile spills like sunshine, a peachy pink horizon dragging over the apples of his cheeks, burnt red like their namesake.)

(Whatever it is, it’s everything you want, packed perfectly and pouting.)

“Good boy,” you purr, breath hitching once he’s sheathed to the hilt, seated so deeply within that you swear you can feel him in your throat.

You’ve never felt so full before - close to overflow, taunted and taxed by ridges and veins, each flex of his hips that drives him somehow further within your fluttering walls. So full you might burst, that you can’t possibly hold yourself together when he begins to move, fucking you tenderly, as if he can feel the weight of the moment.

There’s something happening. A shift in the air, in the axis of your planet that revolves around him. It falls on its side, spins wildly out of control, and you’re emotional. It’s not just his hair - that gilded crown he wears, heavy heavy heavy like aureate coin - or the impossible dark of his eyes - blown out, an entire galaxy devoured by the supermassive black hole that is his pupils. It’s the things you can’t see, the pieces beneath skin, soft and jammy, the tongue-tart sweetness.

(The thing with Jungkook is that he doesn’t let go, refuses to fully submit, always so careful to regulate his voice when things get to be too much. He’ll blink back his tears, stifle a sob, even as his breath disappears from nothing but a delicate brush of his chest.)

You take his vulnerability as a treasure, hold it close and craft a chest for its home, promise to keep it safe even while you're the one who poses the most danger. When it’s your teeth and tongue that eviscerates the soft of his flesh, makes him keen and gasp, heart pounding like hooves, beat imprinted against, under, into your palms.

When he begs you to move - manages the request in a broken articulation that makes you giggle - you give, swivel your hips in a figure eight, an infinity of motion that never ends.

You take all he has to offer and sing your praise into the wet of his mouth. Lick over teeth and gums and trade spit for love; know there’s only more where that came from, that the fountain begs to overflow as he finally - finally - breaks that much more, gripping your hips gentle as can be. Hands soothe up and down, an unspoken plea in how he thumbs your hip bones, taps hopefully over the small of your lower back.

He doesn’t need to speak for you to hear him.

It’s more than a kiss forming against your skin. It’s a confession of adoration, sealed by the frame of his mouth, cemented by the sting of his teeth. It’s I love you without saying it, plastering the pecks along your spine, placing them safely in all the spaces you’ve created for him.

It’s also an apology, because he’s just torn your castle to pieces, shattered your entire fantasy into smithereens.

He hadn’t expected you to react the way you had, rolling off him as if he hadn’t just been chasing the sweet bliss of release, splitting your walls and making you wail above him. It has him pouting, utilising the one thing that melts you down like candle wax.

“Baby,” he whines, reaching for you, needy and horny and so hard he imagines all the blood has rushed from his head straight to his cock. Everything spins when he moves with you, scrambles across the California king to paw at your hip.

He’d been so good for you - wasn’t that enough?

“Don’t,” you grumble, searing his insides with just one look. (It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.)

“But—” A plea punctuated by groping hands, eager as always, smoothing over the swell of your ass, flesh squeezing between knuckles. He’d normally let this go - fuck into his closed fist in the shower after he’s done something to cut playtime short - but he can’t help it now. He’s been on the edge for so long, lit up in neon that demands to be seen, heard, felt.

“Don’t dye it again.”

Oh?

That has him reeling, laughing, such a stupid grin across his face. It devours everything else, spearing dimples into place as he pulls you against him. You can feel his smile forming against your skin, the wet drag of his tongue as he sucks a welt into the sensitive spot of your shoulder.

“You wanna play with Barbie, baby?” It’s such a stupid line - utterly sophomoric and riddled with teasing and yet the delivery has you shivering in his arms, equally childish huff splitting your lips.

Jungkook doesn’t listen to you often - not about silly things like this - but he figures he can, just this once.

“I won’t,” he chirps, sneaking another kiss, stamping another smooch. It’s working exactly as he wants, stilling your protesting limbs as he cages you to him, slips his hand back where he most wants to be. The glide is perfect, a mixture of arousal and fruity lubricant; he slips a finger in without resistance, grinding his palm against your clit.

“R-really?” Of course you don’t believe him. He messes with you too often, plays too many pranks. (He deserves that.)

His promise comes too easy, driven by how nice you feel, how pretty you sound when he presses another digit in along the first. The scissor of his fingers is languid, exploring for the spots that make you breathless as he hums a noise of affirmation against your neck; he fucks you open as if he has to, as if you aren’t already dripping, eagerly sucking him in. “Really.”

“Put it in then, Ken doll.”

He laughs - and then he does. In bed, with your knee hooked over his, pace slow and sure and sinful. In the shower, bent over with his hands bruising your hips. In the kitchen for a late night snack, another apple in his mouth and your hands in his hair.

Maybe blonds did have more fun.

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roofcatfanart · 3 years ago

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Virtual Reality Au

Ok so this is a superbat au bc fuck you I like it. Anyway, simply jotting down ideas. I was inspired A Game You Can’t Win by NightFoilage so go check it out.

So this au takes place in a no powers universe but set in thee future so more furutistic stuff like holograms, underwater cities, and the ability for same sex couples to produce children by combining DNA. Clark worked in Metropolis with Louis at the Daily Planet while Bruce operates as a funder of Gotham charities and Wayne Industries. Clark and Louis were previously married but then came to the decision that they were not what each other needed but still stayed friends. They were married for about 12 years. Bruce and Selina were engage but after an accident talked to one another and admitted that they were better off as friends. The bat kids call her aunt Selina.

Now, Clark and Bruce have been playing video games together for about 20 years, 5 years together and 15 with the other league members. They all have their own lives but are fairly tight knit. Now, they haven’t met up in real life or told each other their names because they all think of each other as civilians while they all work in dangerous fields.

Diana is an ambassador and princess for her island country which she rules with her mother and aunt.

Arthur (Jason Mamoa bc he is the only valid aquaman, he made aquaman COOL) is the heir for the throne to Atlantis working with his mother to rule and keep the peace.

Barry works as one of the countries top forensic scientists, having helped solve several high case murders and crimes.

Hal worked as a Air Force pilot before working with Green Lantern peace corps to maintain peace between nations.

John was a marine who joined the Green Lantern Corps and is often paired with Hal in game and irl.

Shayera was a double agent working to expose a terrorist group. She and John are married :3

J’oan works as a therapist for all lot of people, specifically higher profitable people (not anyone in the league).

Black Canary works as a bodyguard, is vibing with Oliver.

Ollie works in the same vain as Bruce but instead works as an investigator and aid to his city as well as a business partner to Bruce.

Clark is Louis partner editor and ex-Husband which puts a target on his back from everyone she’s exposed.

Bruce is Bruce minus Batman but in video game.

God I made this is much more complicated than it needed to be and like half of this is background stuff. Anyway carrying on!

So! The League has been playing games together for years, anything from Resident Evil to Minecraft to Among us. They are a fairly small group of content creators, mostly recording their games or doing charity streams. They trade off on editing so that its not on one person.

Then Dynamic Creation released. (yes is DC no im not being Lazy wdym)

Dynamic Creation is a virtual reality game based in a world with superheros and Villains. To take from NightFoilage’s story there are three classes players can take being civilians, heroes or villains. With realistic A.I. and amazing worlds to explore, it is one of the most looked forwarded to games that year.

So the league picks up the game, agreeing to go off on their own to explore and level up until they are at the level to make an alliance. They each have their own series of what they do as characters while still making join content about other games.

Now, the kicker?

Not a single one of the kids knows that their parent/guardian play video games or are League members. Which leads to interesting shenanigans when the kids make accounts trying to meet up with the league members.

Jason and Damian get into a fight about wether or not Batman would favor them, Dick trying to impress Batman, Tim donating money to earn his favor etc.

Bruce isn’t sure how to feel and mentions that they really seem to like Batman and they somehow got to taking about how Superman and Batman would be a cool couple. (Bruce is only barely not showing any emberessment on his face

The League was understandably laughing their asses off.

So we are focused on Bruce and Clark’s journey through DC and them trying to figure out if the other likes them back (Spoiler they’ve been crushing for a long while)

While all this is going on, there is a plot by Lex luthor to take over DC and use it for less than legal things and he uses henchmen (think ready player One where its a race to win the oasis but instead its Luthor trying to sabotage in game via sixers)

Now regarding Conner and Jon, Clark and Louis knew Lex Luthor, Clark knew him from smallvile while Louis knew him from her journalism. Lex had an obsession with the both of them and was constantly trying to be in their lives intimate (this is bc he’s a fucking creep literally nothing else). So when they got married he took their DNA (idk how just go with it) and made Conner. After Connor started to look alot like Clark he made Jon who looked like Louis. Neither Clark or Louis knew about this nor Conner and Jon so up until Conner was 15. His class took a genetics test for his science class and his results come back not as the son of Lex Luthor but as Clark and Louis.

Now young justice is a group as well as the titans with Jason and the outlaws a thing. Connor doesn’t know what to do, specifically since Lex isn’t exactly a good person, and he has Jon tested too just in-case he is Luthor’s bio-son. He isn’t so Connor went to his friends about what to do. He contacts Clark and asks to meet up for an interview while Tim does a background check on Clark.

They meet up, Connor drops the bombshell. Clark is surprised which Connor shows the DNA tests and his dono's files. Clark is also unsuprised at the fact that Luthor did this considering he and Louis have a restraining order against Luthor. Clark is conserned about Connor being raise by Luthor and then Connor mentions Jon which makes Clark even more worried so after they finish that up he asks Connor if he’s fine with Clark telling Louis. Connor agrees and Clark calls Louis who is currently working on the story of the Amazon-Atlantis- United Nations treaty.

They talk ad contact Connor and Jon again asking if they want to get too know them. So they do, Luthor finds out then tries to use the boys to get close to Clark. That goes horibble and Connor blackmails Luthor into letting them stay with Clark bc now he realizes that Luthor was a horrible person.

So the start of the fic is the first day of DC and the league growing while Clark and Bruce flutter around each other and about a yyear in deside to date, but no revealing their names admitting to each other that they are worried about their lives being dangorous.

Adventually everyone meets up at DynamicCon, which is held two years after the start of the fic. All the kids meet up and its the spiderman meme for the adults when it clicked in Barry’s head and he hugged Bruce.

Exestancal crisis for the kids though and the adults are enjoying it.

Luthor puts his plan into motion and all the league and kids deafened the game alongside other players, with Tim, Victor and Bruce ending Luthor’s reign by giving his systems a virus that breaks the connection to the game.

Happy ending :)

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papabear85artist · 2 years ago

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Stephan the Cat Furrie from the heavenly planet Pleasure Paradise

Stephan the shy, timid, sometimes neurotic, quiet, sarcastic yet helpful, friendly, very intelligent, kind, outgoing, creative, widely confident, occasionally brave, incredibly loyal, honest and generous Tuxedo Cat Furrie enjoys just resting out in the grassy fields on Pig Island while listening to the charming melody The Singing Flowers hum softy to him at the same time looking up at the clouds or the stars. He first met his original creator Papa Bear (formerly Lachlan Ormerod) when was reduced a poor state of poverty after he was cheated out of his stash of hidden Dragons Treasure aka Dragons Gold by a gang of malicious Ferret, Weasel, Raccoon and Coyote Bandits before having his farmhouse burned down. Stephan then befriended Papa Bear along with his protective guardian angel aka Jodie the four hundred pound Pink Heavenly Whippet and a few other Animal Furries whom they helped. The saddened Cat Furrie explained the story of his ordeal to his newfound friends while camping out for the night while Tyler the Yellow Canary sympathetically went over to the weeping Cat on the butt. Papa Bear kindly offers Stephan a permanent home, to which the latter agreed. Upon finally arriving on Pig Island, however, The Dragon Army from the dreaded planetoid Medievilonia come marching towards The Castle of Heaven aka The Heavenly Castle to storm it of it's lost Dragons Gold. Summoning a sudden burst of pent-up courage Stephan angrily joins in the ensuing battle knocking out a couple of Dragon Soldiers in the process. Papa Bear happily provides a Cat Wand for a surprised Stephan before teaching him some magic. After concocting a Stupidity Spell on the humiliated Dragon Soldiers Papa Bear offered a job opportunity to the empowered Cat if he helped build his farm, to which he gladly accepted. A short while later Stephan works full-time at Georgette's Ice Cream and Yoghurt Co (after the French Ice Cream Cow brought the farm because Papa Bear failed to maintain financial security) as a maintenance manager and a part-time job in The Main Throne Room in The Heavenly Castle as one of Jodie's servants (she is now queen because the thirty five foot tall Pink Heavenly Whippet obtained most of The Dragons Treasure in the castle dungeons). In addition to his current line of work Stephan mostly enjoys visiting The Nude Camp, The Nudist Spa or even one of The Nude Beaches mainly due to his artistic passion for creating clay sculptures of every one of his friends including Tyler the Yellow Canary. Stephan spends the majority of his time singing loudly to ''The Cat Necessities'' while shaking and occasionally bumping his butt against the trees🐱😸😺😹🛖🌴⛰️🏰🏖️🌲🏝️

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what2finish · 3 years ago

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atrayo · 3 years ago

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Channeled Angelic Prophecy of the Jewels of Truth Series on Chinese Militaristic Hegemony Triggers WW3

Hello All,

I'm somewhat nervous about making this entry blog post regarding it's a very very controversial topic. It would come off as China-bashing, which in fact it is more an alarmist entry regarding an East vs. West power struggle that gets out of hand with a conflagration of a World War in its wake. This almost seems like history repeating itself less than a century ago with the Japanese Imperial ambitions of the 1940s spreading across the South Pacific.

I get skittish when I receive such automatic writing missives from the angels as a cautionary form of tough love. As repent all ye who enter here type of phenomena. For my part, I usually bury these statements in my notebook collection of these channeled statements. However, I deemed this one more so detailed with 8 Points of No Return as qualifiers for WW3 with China versus the World triggers itself. I intuit that this is 75% locked in already as ill-fated destiny up to 85% potentiality.

This is my caveat I hope to God I'm awful wrong as having drunk the Kool-Aid as Coco for Coco-Puffs loony toons basket case in this regard. With that stated, I feel more a prophet of doom than an Inspirational spiritual poet as my usual devotion. The statement 3,048 dovetails also upon the commencement of WW4 in 2075 by the European Federation as an Empire, not today's European Union.

Interweaving through all this the angel nameless as they often are without egos speaks about my "Jewels of Truth" series surviving eons (?) from now as a recorded spiritual philosophical angelic discourse with humanity. Talk about a shameless plug in all places and on this apocalyptic topic.

Prophecy of WW3 & WW4:

3048) What is to become of what you call the "Jewels of Truth" legacy of our spiritual angelic discourse with you in the centuries and eons following the end of your life on this earth dearest "Ivan the Atrayo". A future global religion as a cross-pollination of spiritual traditions not unlike that of the Persian Bai-Ha religion but one that actually succeeds in becoming truly globalized. A meta-Worship of the Abrahamic Creator God gets pinched transcending its original roots in around 150 years plus. As can be said from wingtip to wingtip of the Imperial Hawk as the standard for a New World Order.

We the angelic heavenly host didn't wish to alarm you dear Navi (Hebrew for Prophet, ie my first name spelled backward "Ivan") with such an infamous statement as you deem alarmist. However, you amongst many others are canaries in the coal mine seeing the writing on the wall as false placating by China is practically a foregone conclusion in world history to come.

With all this said take this as a pinch of salt to add flavor to the human condition as a cautionary tale of woe if ignored en-masse. As you stated in your introduction above, this is our Tough Love for humanity to glean what it may from our stance to date. Humanity can steer around this for the writing on the wall can still be whitewashed over with bravery if mutual reconciliation is so desired between the superpower of China and the rest of the World.

Allow us to start backward as it may with the future disaster of World War 4 in the region of the world that you presently call Ukraine. Mother Russia is no more a threat for China in WW3 made them their conscripts but that comes later in this statement. The peoples of Ukraine are ancestrally pure stalk of Euro-Slavic genetics and the future European Federation as a dystopian version succeeds the European Union after the rampant famines and plagues scorch the earth post WW3. The European Super Continent unites more so akin to the Ancient Roman Empire of yore with democratic tendencies only for its elite castes. Thus the seeds of distrust and acrimony are sowed once more by barbarians at their gates of the empire.

The year is 2075 the European Continent was less so ameliorated by the nuclear holocaust of WW3 than that of the North American continental shelf. In some ways the traces of Chinese culture is stronger upon Europe for the Silk Road 2.0 of the Sino Belt and Road Initiative succeeds culturally and economically by far before the Chinese government uses it as a Trojan Horse. Chinese population centers of its mainland are akin to a lunar landscape post WW3. Thus its peoples migrant en masse onto Asia Minor what is the Middle East today and into the Eastern flanks of Europe. Such Chinese populations will be considered the barbarian mongrels for the dystopian European Federation thus WW4 ignites around the Black Sea of Crimea.

In twelve years what you consider as an alpha or new beginning Ivan. Will be the start of World War 3 with China upon the year 2033 Anno domino. Give or take 6 months after China crosses 8 Points of No Return that the angel of the Lord God sounds the trumpet of perdition on Earth. China for its part ascended to the righteous status of a superpower too quickly and anything that is achieved too soon is lost just as immediately. The greek tragedy of Icarus with the Sun melting the wax bindings of his artificial wings sends the young lad plummeting to his death.

It is a matter of fact that China has every right on God's Earth to succeed and be a proud nation of her ancestral peoples on a united front. However, as they have been victimized by the Japanese during the early 1940s and were the footstool of the British empire of the 19th century. They feel that payback is in order to the world with a chip on their shoulder, thus their Sino exceptionalism soon becomes a recipe for disaster for the rest of the world and her Asian neighbors.

Notwithstanding its currency manipulations as a temporary measure during the early 2000's to cheat its way to the top. This practice was soon discontinued due to not overheating with a meltdown their economies of scale were soon achieved globally. Next to their notorious one-two punch of lured infamy of intellectual property theft as sanctioned statecraft of technological theft transfers. It would allow the Chinese State to supercharge its beautiful minds to leapfrog the West and the grand USA at its own game.

The first ill-fated seal of WW3 was when China annexed and conquered Tibet during its Cultural Revolution of Mao Tse Tung. That set the tone of supremacy in an egotistical guise of reclaiming its lost Imperial Dynasties of centuries before of grandeur. The 2nd seal of WW3 was broken more so recently from what they learned in subjugating the Tibetan peoples. They carried over to their Muslim minority of the Uyghurs accomplishing their cultural genocide upon them as enslaved conscripts. The Western economic sanctions on its textiles from such a provincial region are little more than a slap on the wrist.

What the Chinese learned from the Tibetans and now the Uyghurs they are implementing on Hong Kong like the flap of the wings of a graceful dragon. Soon the 3rd seal of WW3 to be broken is the naval and aerial invasion of the democratic island nation of Taiwan off its mainland. These so-called rebels will soon experience the Chinese boot snapping their collective necks with the revenge of humiliating their might makes right doctrine.

The 4th seal of WW3 is already partially cracked open with China claiming its ancestral Imperial Dynastic seaways and now air passage routes in an outright fashion. Building naval airbase atolls out of the ocean a feat of engineering will soon pot mark the South China Seas like satellite landmines to the rest of the world. Naval commerce and air traffic are now harrassed including foreign military air traffic be dammed. Expect so-called enemy fighter pilots of Australia and other South East nations to be shot down outright. With naval cargo and oil freighters to be harassed by premature boarding inspections as so-called checks for illicit goods.

The 5th seal of WW3 to be broken is when Mother Russia is soon out witted by Chinese Hegemony. When the mafia state of the Russian government gets greedy in an oil dispute transfer with the Chinese it soon escalates to sour grapes all around. Leading up to China invading by land its armies seize Russian Southern Oil fields permanently. Thus Putin the Russian Czar's rule comes to an end as his Oligarchs soon replace him with a shill of a weak national leader to appease China. Opening the way in future years that the Russian army is at the beck and call of the Great Dragon of China as its conscripts by any other name.

The 6th seal of WW3 is when China tires of the North Korean Premiers games of Kim Jong-Un they annex North Korea without firing a shot. Installing a viceroy and begin massive industrial mining for the mineral riches of the North Korean Peninsula. Which ironically jump-starts the North Korean economy putting its citizens to work for an eventual rise out of poverty.

The 7th seal of WW3 is the greatly lauded Belt and Road Initiative as the Silk Road 2.0 becomes what it is advertised to do. A boon of Chinese engineering producing Infrastructure projects from China through the Middle East into parts of Europe as Sino goodwill public relations globally. It is a roaring success since similar projects brought Africa out of its schizophrenic famines and poverty up to 20 years ago. That all the foreign aid historically upon Africa could never do.

However, what looks good and feels good with much mutual economic prosperity triggers a fervor for Chinese hegemony abroad. Where southeast Asian nations of Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Thailand, Myanmar, and Indonesia soon get the negative attention of Chinese interference as Big Brother. Frankly stated the Belt and Road Initiative becomes a proverbial Trojan Horse for the conscripted armies of Russia, North Korea, and China's armies. To seemingly roll upon in the guise of an inaugural guest-hosted military parade throughout the circuitous route becomes a bait and switch tactic.

The 8th seal of WW3 is that the unwelcome security occupation by the Chinese armies outside its mainland albeit as security guarantors is soon worn out. The remaining free nations declare war on China and within months a nuclear holocaust is triggered by the United States as a desperate first-strike policy.

Thus ensuring that Beijing its Capitol and Shangai as a modern port megalopolis of Chinese Supermacy is nuked several times by the Western nations of the US and Europe leaving it akin to a lunar landscape. The United States will receive the majority of Chinese Nukes rather than that of Europe as cited in the above introduction to this posting. The US island territory of Puerto Rico is hit directly upon Old San Juan its Capitol for it lacks a missile battery defense shield capability. All the island residents that remain leave over the ensuring years throughout the rest of the Caribbean (ie Cuba, Haiti, Dominican Republic, etc...) and other parts of Florida.

All major primary and secondary American cities are hit once or twice by Chinese and Russian nuclear strikes such as Miami, Houston, Washington D.C., Denver, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, New York City, Detroit, and so forth. Also, the missile defense shield battery purchased by Australia from the United States works as advertised. Sydney is spared a near-fatal strike however the radius concussion of such a nuclear missile detonation overhead causes an electromagnetic pulse knocking out its electrical grid. Its offshore island of Tasmania doesn't fare as fortunate it is hit directly annihilating its entire population. Lastly, the New Zealand Capitol of Christ Church is also hit directly by a Chinese nuclear strike.

World War 3 lasts for a mere 6 years time ending roughly by the end of the year 2039. Leaving what remains of China, Russia, North Korea, and its counterparts of the United States and Europe is a near catastrophe for the next 60 years plus to attempt recovery. The United States loses its superpower status soon to become the Federated States of America an empire by any other name dystopian. Chronic outbreaks of famine and various once curable diseases spread dysentery of water-born illnesses run rampant and plagues of Covid-19 and other forms of Influenza throughout the Americas.

However, in the decade to follow the Federated States of America invades its neighbor to the North as Canada. In order to seize its prized infrastructure and pastoral farmlands to maintain its hold of power. Slavery in America is institutionalized once more in order to cultivate its non-irradiated farmlands and strip mining. Hungry mouths cause riots and thus enslaving such unruly ungrateful once citizens is another act of desperation.

Africa and the rest of the Americas such as the Central and Southern regions fare way better from the Chinese and Russian nuclear attacks lest that of Columbia and Costa Rica. Ironically democracies take root here to one degree or another as they see the dystopian societies of Europe and that of North America and want no part of that turmoil. The Federated States of America partially fascist devolves into feudal Esque family houses of nobility as the once upper classes survive to a degree via tact and shrewdness.

Your "Jewels of Truth" series as our angelic discourse with humanity dearest "Ivan the Atrayo" survives mostly intact not unlike that of the affectionate Rumi and Hafiz as Spiritual Persian poets have done so. Since your channeled writings of us for now, over 26 years to date as Inspirational automatic writings as a clairaudient psychic technique has foretold. It Will be cherished by the generation of readers to come lasting centuries if not an eon or two more. Taken into the stars by futuristic human colonists leaving the earth out of necessity due to dwindling resources.

The 1st truly global earth religion subsumes your writings into one of its tomes of sacred literatures. Thus you'll be piggybacking onto another greatness by sheer good prosperous luck for the added measure as there are no accidents metaphorically speaking. To this, we remark a thank you for taking the courage to share this cautionary statement although your reservations have been noted in protest by us.

Go with God(dess) those of the eyes to see and the ears to hear between the rhetoric spoken by the greater national powers that be. There's is the agony soon to herald all into collective planetary ruin because of a game of brinkmanship that gets out of control soon enough. Pay attention and take actions that are peaceable via protests or be steamed rolled into oblivion. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 26 years of his life to the pursuit of clairaudient Inspired automatic writing channeling the Angelic host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series of "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also channels conceptual designs that are multi-faceted for the next society to come that are solutions based as a form of dharmic service. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 16 years plus online. You're welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.

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marquillosource · 5 years ago

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Interviewer: It’s 5:39 p.m., one hour less in the Canary Islands. We’ve said a few weeks ago that during this confinement, La Casa de Papel has become Netflix’s most watched non-English speaking TV show. I don’t just mean Spain, obviously. I’m speaking about the entire world.

And we’re seeing just that in this program’s Twitter account. You can’t imagine the amount of messages we’ve received from the corners of the five continents since announcing it today and we’re going to talk to them now.

The day Season 4 premiered – just that first day – it was watched by 34 million people. That’s data that Netflix itself has released. This is a show that started here in Antena 3.

Here to talk to us, we have two confined people. Not in the Bank of Spain, but in their homes I suppose.

They are Álvaro Morte. How are you, Álvaro? Good afternoon.

Álvaro: Good afternoon, Julia. It’s a pleasure. How are you?

Interviewer: Likewise. And Itziar Ituño, to whom I’m going to refer to as the Inspector because… Itziar, good afternoon.

Itziar: Good afternoon, Julia. How are you?

Interviewer: I’ll call her the Inspector Murillo because earlier we said something else and I got called out. Some people were like: ‘we’re still on Season 1!’ and I told them ‘Okay, okay! The Inspector Murillo and that’s that… We won’t say anything else.’ Who is the best person I’ve ever seen put her hair up with a pencil in History.

Itziar: [ laughs ] Yes. Well, University and many hours of studying, you know…

Interviewer: Yes. That’s the thing. These things require a great intellectual effort, right?

Itziar: [ laughs ] Yes.

Interviewer: Álvaro, where were you when the State of Emergency began?

Álvaro: Luckily, I was shooting a TV show in Prague – The Wheel of Time (La Roda del Tiempo) and I had just finished it a week before everything happened. So I was home. I was caught in the middle of all of this. And now I’m in my house in Madrid.

Interviewer: That was lucky. Because another week, you’d be stuck with the TV show halfway done without an ending.

Álvaro: Of course. Can you imagine? We would have had to stop filming, stop everything… Imagine if I hadn’t finished my part. Since I won’t be available until this passes. Thankfully, my part is done and I’m home, enjoying some time with my little ones.

Interviewer: You have two little ones, Álvaro? What are their ages?

Álvaro: Five. Five years-old.

Interviewer: Five years-old. Just the one?

Álvaro: No. They’re twins.

Interviewer: Oh, you have twins! Five year-old twins. Of course, you must be distracted then.

Álvaro: Just picture it. I don’t have time for myself.

Interviewer: Because 5 years-old…

Álvaro: [ laughs ] I have no problem finding things to distract myself with during the quarantine. I’m very envious.

Interviewer: It’s an age where they distract a lot and they move around a lot. Well, and in Itziar Ituño’s case… Where were you when the quarantine began, Itziar?

Itziar: I was close to home. Because I was in the Basque Country, where I was shooting a film and a mini-series. I was going home to spend the night, so I was home as well. For which I’m grateful.

Interviewer: Well, I was going to ask you both if this international boom the show [LCDP] has caused had lead to other offers, but you’ve already answered. You’re full of work, with other shows and films. Álvaro.

Álvaro: Yes. Fortunately, this wave that La Casa de Papel has created has opened a lot of doors for me and brought offers on the table, and many other great things.

You have a dream of working and, suddenly, you get a chance like this… of working with these people. And, well, I have a friend with projects that are in a bit of a standstill right now. So if I already feel privileged to have work as an actor in this country… even more so when our career is doing well and we can almost chose, you know? I feel truly lucky and very honored.

But I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow. It might all be gone. So I’m just trying to live in the moment and enjoy it.

Interviewer: And Itziar, are you living something similar?

Itziar: Yes. It’s true that, in the long run, there were a lot of projects on the horizon - apart from the ones that have been kind of on lockdown because of this Pandemic. And we’re just waiting to see what happens.

What Álvaro said is true. We have the good fortune of being able to chose what work we want to do. And I think we’re very lucky to be part of the show and to have this opportunity because it’s true that most of our fellow actors are in a terrible situation, especially now. We’ll see how the country’s Culture will also be after all of this…

Interview: Well, it’s going to be the last thing to return – concerts, theatre, all of it. There’s going to be people that will have a lot of trouble putting food on the table, with no income at the end of the month.

Itziar: Yes. That’s another big concern we all have. We’ll see what happens.

Interviewer: We’ll see what happens. Well, what kind of relationships do all of you keep? For example, the two of you – Álvaro and Itziar – How long has it been since you’ve spoken over the phone?

Itziar: I don’t remember. Álvaro…

Álvaro: A long time, a long time. [ laughs ]

Interviewer: I don’t believe it. Really? Really?

Álvaro: We talk on the phone a lot on the show. [ laughs ]

Interviewer: A lot.

Itziar: We do have a group on Whatsapp and everyone from La Casa de Papel keeps in touch that way. Actually speak… I think it was at that Antena 3 thing when we saw each other.

Álvaro: Yes.

Itziar: But over the phone… it’s very rare.

Interviewer: Well, well, well… Here I had the notion that you guys were like a family. I suppose the audience is very taken by the media and the fictional image of the group – myself included.

Álvaro: But we really are a kind of family. In a healthy family, you share everything with everyone. In a way, right? Then, to that effect, we are all very much in contact with each other. We know where everybody else is and all that. It’s better than making individual connections. There’s a strong bond between all of us.

Itziar: Besides, we all lead our own lives, busy and stressed with a thousand projects. And it’s not until we see each other again, when we come back for the next season, that we settle down and immediately catch up and recover.

[unintelligible]

Interviewer: That must be a kind of Sudoku for the Production Manager of the show. There must be a signed contract of sorts, where you commit to being available from this date to this date. Otherwise, it would be impossible for all of you to be there.

Álvaro: Yes, that’s true. We do that in advance. Because anything can happen – like this Pandemic or any other type of event and, suddenly, everything can get delayed or you have to change dates or your schedule no longer coincides with other people’s schedule. It’s complicated, but it can be done.

Interviewer: And when, suddenly, one day, you see Stephen King himself praising La Casa de Papel on Twitter, even putting on the Dalí mask, which is a characteristic emblem of the show. Of course, it’s hard to predict success… What do you think is this x-factor that all creators search for and so few achieve?

Álvaro.

It’s difficult to define it, but it has it.

Álvaro: Yes. There’s always a component of inexplicable magic – because, if we could define it as it is, it could replicate it with other TV shows and they would all be hits. That’s impossible, it can’t be done.

But, having said that, I believe that it is a combination of things – it’s not a single factor. I think there are some very well constructed characters right off the script, that suffer passions with which we can perfectly identify with as the viewer. I’m talking about what happens inside of them, with their feelings.

There’s an iconography: the red jumpsuits, the masks, the song ‘Bella Ciao’… And I’m going to add something else that’s very important – well, two more things – the show has a very good balance between the drama, the comedy, the action, the romanticism… I think it’s all very well balanced.

But, above all of it, there’s one thing the show puts on the table – and that is this concept of ‘hey, maybe things aren’t as good as we have been led to believe’, and though we might be small, we can still hit the table and say ‘What’s going on here? Let’s try to change things.’.

Maybe the little guy can take on the big guy sometimes, you know?

And I think that everyone, at some point in their lives, has felt like they’re small fish in some regard. So it’s very easy to identify with the message the show delivers. And a lot of its success is due to this feeling we have of ‘The Resistance’ and the idea that we have to change a system that looks corrupt or doesn’t work anymore.

Itziar: I agree with him. There’s something irreverent about it, about putting up a fight that has had a great impact on an international level, with the discontent we all have deep inside.

It’s a bit like putting the human being at the center of the concerns of the world as a paradigm of life. And I think that that’s how it engages, how it connects in so many countries, all so different from the rest.

Interviewer: By the way, Álvaro – Would you like to play a silly character?

Álvaro: Well, I would try it. I believe that characters… Look, they’ve asked me in other interviews that I’ve done, what other character from La Casa de Papel would I like to play and I suppose…

Well, first off, how wonderful is my colleagues’ work. All and every single one of them is wonderful and I think that the construction they’ve done of thee character from the script is beyond fabulous.

So I would love to do any of their roles, but trying to get away…

Interviewer: Of course.

Álvaro: From The Profesor.

Interviewer: Let me tell you, the challenge – as an actor – would be to be believable while playing a silly character. Because no one can imagine you like that. Which means, this will haunt you for the rest of your life.

[ Álvaro laughs ]

Álvaro: Look, I also believe that the Profesor is very intelligent, but only in certain aspects. He’s very intelligent when it comes to planning or on a systematic and methodical level, but when it comes to emotional intelligence… the man is quite lost.

[ laughs ]

He needs a boost in that sense. So it’s not true that he’s absolutely bright. I think he has his areas of intelligent action and his areas in which he’s very awkward.

That’s why, perhaps, I did find him an attractive character.

The moment that I’m asked to play a character that is completely different from The Professor, that’s when I begin to get interested. Because it’s already done, and so it’s not very interesting to repeat.

Interviewer: Sure, sure. By the way, we have asked the listeners that are fans of La Casa de Papel to leave question. Some have already sent some through Twitter, for example… Itziar, a listener asked if you guys see yourselves making a spin-off of the show as a couple.

[ Itziar laughs ]

Interviewer: Listen, it’s an idea. It’s an idea.

Álvaro: It’s an idea, yes.

Itziar: I don’t know. I don’t know if it that big of a deal. I don’t know – I’m not a big fan of stretching stories out like gum, because sometimes they break, you know?

And no, I don’t no. You have to be very careful with these things, because when you have a formula that works very well. A lot of the time… doing experiments like this, it doesn’t turn out so well.

It’s true that there are a lot of people that love all of the characters and I think they want to have more and more, to know more about each of their stories. But I don’t know…I don’t know.

What do you think, Álvaro?

Álvaro: Well, that I… I don’t know. I, right off the bat, I thought that as a spin-off, I would suggest that it could explore the challenges they could face as a couple. In any case, there is no point in doing a spin-off of… I still not quite sure what your opinion is.

Interviewer: It’s curious because there are many people – many viewers – that are in love with the love of your fictional characters, right? There are people who are in love with love, even if it is the love of others and a fictional love.

And I see on Twitter, that there are hundreds of messages from people who want to believe almost, that it’s real… that it’s real life. It’s what fiction leads us to.

Well, another listener sent in his question, he asks – ‘ask the Profesor when the vaccine for Covid-19 is coming out. I’m sure he knows’. [ laughs ]

Álvaro: If only.

Interviewer: If only.

Álvaro: I would have to ask Álex Pina, he’s the one who ultimately writes the character of the Profesor. As far as I’m concerned, the sooner the better. I’ve been involved in a movement called #YoMeCorono, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.

Interviewer: Yes, yes.

Álvaro: To try to get funding for the vaccine and-

Interviewer: The one with Bonaventura Clotet, the doctor.

Álvaro: That’s right. So, I don’t know if the Profesor knows or doesn’t know when the vaccine is going to come out, but I would like to appeal to all the people to do their small part so that we can all get out of this as soon as possible.

And if we look around, I’m certain – certain! – that with a simple glance, we can say ‘I could do without this, I could do without this, I don’t need this, I spent a lot of money on this here and I never use it’ and a small contribution from each of us could save many lives.

I think that – right now, in times like these – I feel that we have a great opportunity to stop and think about the importance of all this that’s happening and react a little bit.

Of course, we have to react as a society. But we also have the opportunity to show what we’re like as individuals.

Interviewer: And what do you think, Itziar, every time you see a demonstration demanding justice where there are people dressed up in red jumpsuits and Dalí masks singing ‘Bella Ciao’?

That must be moving, right?

Itziar: It’s very moving to think that you’re a part of a show that has become such a social phenomenon and that people are taking its symbols as an emblem of many protests and vindications. And to go a little against the grain and against the establishment that, most of the time, isn’t fair at all.

So, it’s very moving to see that, in a student manifestation on the other side of the world, they’re singing ‘Bella Ciao’; or in Brazil, on the 8th of March, the women were doing their own verses of the song. I found this incredible. I’m very thrilled about it.

Interviewer: Beyond that, I think we were touched – as Álvaro says – about the Open Arms ship that, when they rescued a boat full of migrants…

Itziar: Wow.

Interviewer: …on the high seas,

Álvaro: Yes.

Interviewer: …and the moment they stepped on land, they suddenly began singing ‘Bella Ciao’.

Álvaro: Yes.

Itziar: [ unintelligible ]

Álvaro: Of course. I don’t know to what extent it was because of the show or not, but…

Interviewer: I’m sure it was.

Álvaro: Because if so…

Interviewer: Definitely.

Álvaro: It was kind of exciting wasn’t it? People were saving lives and, in that moment of emotion, …

Itziar: Wow.

Álvaro: …they start singing ‘Bella Ciao’. It’s very touching.

Interviewer: Do you want to hear comments or questions from the listeners? Here, they have left them for you, for Álvaro Morte and Itziar Ituño. Let’s see what they have to say:

Fan #1: Well, first of all – hello to both of you. I admire you a lot, you’re both terrific actors. It’s a question for both of you, but more directed at Álvaro, because you’ve gone from 7 million to 10 million followers on Instagram in almost two weeks. How do you deal with being so well known around the world? How are you? How do you channel it? How do you get your head around it?

Fan #2: Good afternoon. My question is for Itziar Ituño. I would like to ask her what she thinks Itziar and Raquel have in common. And the similarities that there can be between a character and an actor, especially since they’re both incredibly strong women.

Fan #3: Hello. You’re the best actors in the world. I’m waiting for Season 5. It’s the best show I’ve ever watched and I hope to meet you someday. Carlota. I love you guys so much. Love you. [kiss]

Interviewer: Well, okay…

[ Álvaro & Itziar laugh ]

Interviewer: We have put one of these messages as a representative of the minimum of 150 that we have received.

Itziar: My God!

Interviewer: Well…

Álvaro: My God!

Interviewer: The first question for Álvaro, and then onto Itziar.

Álvaro: Well, look… this thing of being famous and all, it’s a little unsettling. I try to keep my feet on the ground, I try to take all of this with a lot of humor, with good sense and humility.

It’s true that when you suddenly drop from anonymity and, no matter where you go on the planet, you get stopped on the street. Wherever you go, they stop you in the street to take pictures with you and there is a moment when intimacy is out of your control.

There’s been a time when I have had to learn – and it’s something that’s been very difficult for me, because every time a fan has approached me to ask for a picture�� Of course, we’re here for them too. Absolutely. And it’s because of them that we’re here.

And whenever I’ve been asked for a picture, I’ve always said yes and I’ve had to learn to say no when I’m with my family for example. When I’m with my family, I don’t want them to be part of this whole circus–

Interviewer: Of course.

Álvaro: –that is created around this whole story of what fame is. I knew from the moment I decided to be an actor, that this might be a collateral damage. But they can’t be a part of it.

I’ve tried to leave them a little bit out of this.

Interviewer: Sure, sure.

Álvaro: And I always try to agree to it, but there are things like having your picture taken from afar without your permission or things of that sort. That I don’t handle well, people being like that… But I try to take it calmly and with humor, and that’s it.

Interviewer: And Itziar? What is there of Itziar Ituño in Raquel or vice versa? Two strong women.

Itziar: The question was about – and I think so – if we have things in common. Raquel Murillo, she works in a world… well, in the Police, for example, where men are the ones who exercise the power.

She has to make people respect her, she has to maintain her authority and power. And how can a woman with her life upside down – I don’t have my life upside down, thank God [laughs] – but I’ve some of those things have happened to me.

Having to make people respect you because of your condition as a woman, you’re not as heard than I believe. Well, I’m not telling you anything new. Many of us, women, have been through it. So, in that sense, it’s very easy to understand.

[ unintelligible ] …

At the same time, she endures a series of blows with grace and this chick pushes forward and I admire it very much. She seems to be very vulnerable but she has an inner strength that makes her forge ahead all the time. And the truth is that I’m delighted with this character.

Interviewer: That’s true. There was a meme circulating on Whatsapp in which we see Úrsula Corberó (Tokyo in the show) saying to the Profesor: “Profesor, when the fourth season comes out, everyone will working and at school, and nobody will watch it”, to which the Profesor replies: “This is where we begin Plan Wuhan.”

[ Álvaro & Itziar laugh ]

Interviewer: “Four months before the premiere, our man in China will eat a bat…”

Álvaro: Right, right.

Interviewer: It’s very powerful stuff.

Álvaro: Okay, okay…

Interviewer: Wonderful.

Álvaro: We’re getting people to wake up to their genius in this quarantine; There’s a lot of stuff that comes out of there… it doesn’t work.

Interviewer: A huge thanks to Álvaro Morte and Itziar Ituño, who have been here for a little while on the radio. When the confinement is over and you guys aren’t filming, we’ll sit down together – which will be very pleasant.

Álvaro: Hopefully.

Interviewer: I love the show. I’m another fan. Thank you.

Álvaro: Thank you.

Interviewer: Thank you both.

Itziar: Thank you very much, Julia.

Álvaro: A kiss.

Interviewer: See you soon.

Álvaro: A kiss. See you soon.

Itziar: See you soon. Ciao.

Interviewer: News. It’s six o’clock.

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