#harley trent

[nerds-yearbook]

Like NBC was trying to cash in on the Batman craze with Captain Nice, CBS also tried to cash in with Mr Terrific. The series was about Stanely Beamish (Stephen Strimpell) a gas station attendant who could transform into a superhero when he took a pill developed by the government. In the unaired pilot, Beamish was played by Alan Young. The first episode aired on January 9, 1967. Legendary voice actor Paul Frees was the narrator. ("Matchless" Mr Terrific, TV Event)

[dcpridefanzine]

[lily-s-world]

Couples with opposite aesthetics and/or color palettes: you will be forever famous to me.  

[dailydccomics]

might be a cliche but...couple goals!! DC's Harley Quinn Romances (2023)

[why-do-you-need-2-know]

I bet on losing dogs

(all my favorite characters are side characters and will always stay side characters rather in fics or canon 😔)

[blanddcheadcanons]

Midnighter and Apollo sometimes go on double dates with Harley and Ivy.

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[weclassybouquetfun]

James Lance with the big chop.

-Toheeb Jimoh, Moe Jeudy-Lamour and Moe Hashim out and about in Los Angeles.

-Brett Goldstein shouting out Mo for being cast in Roland Emmerich's gladiator series (not to be confused with Ridley Scott's sequel to GLADIATOR starring Paul Mescal), THOSE ABOUT TO DIE.

-Toheeb reacting to Brett's voice cameo in the recent HARLEY QUINN Valentine special,

which just like the RAINBOW episode of TED LASSO did a WHEN HARRY MET SALLY homage focusing on the meet-cutes of various DC characters like Hawkman and Hawkgirl (ABBOTT ELEMENTARY Tyler James Williams and Quinta Brunson.

[scaryscarecrows]

AN: Companion bit to ‘I’m Running Round Your Head With a Bolo Knife’.

Happy New Year! Enjoy some gratuitous violence.

* * *

While Jimmy technically has access to the Knight’s helmet footage, he usually doesn’t access it. He doesn’t usually need to, first of all, and second of all, the fact that he can is enough. There’s the unspoken trust there, the use your judgement that he appreciates, because he doesn’t always get that on a job. Everyone knows he can get into things, with time, and they usually try to keep him out. Not just ask him.

But he accesses it tonight. He opened it up after Mark got the thing off and all that happened, because holy shit, man, even the grainy body cam footage can’t hide that that’s a kid that’s a kid and someone (something) did all that to him and Jesus Christ, Gotham, what is wrong with you–

So yeah, he muted everyone to get a look.

Most of it, he skipped over. He doesn’t need everything. He needs two things: how this happened, and how it ended.

How this happened doesn’t surprise him. A hostage. EMT, facial recognition says, from Arkham City’s joke of a medical facility. The Knight was up in the rafters when he turned up, held in the grip of–holy shit, that’s one of the Abramovici twins, guess they really did get cut in half. The EMT’s clearly terrified, and Jimmy can’t blame him. Even without that monster–and he could give Trent a fight, he and his brother might be able to take him down through brute force–, Harley Quinn’s all up in his business, snarling threats that Jimmy’s sure she’ll keep. If it’s one thing he knows for sure, the women in Arkham can hold their own. They’d have to, in there, but even without that…

He knows where Ivy is. Plants aside, the zombified men are a dead giveaway. There’s nothing left in there, just lust and a doglike desire to please.

…

The boss has balls, keeping houseplants like he does. Jimmy’s now a firm believer in plastic plants forever, fuck the environment. That fern can’t be trusted.

Ivy aside, ‘cause she’s…like that…, the girls are nasty. Catwoman’s in there somewhere–the clawed faces are more than enough to know that, even without the thefts–and the Knight’s files say Kitty Richardson’s picking people off, likely to use as subjects for Scarecrow. Quinn’s no exception: the footage has her winding up that baseball bat for a swing that’ll break bones when the camera lurches forward and she’s suddenly up close and personal.

“You-!” She looks pissed. “You’re not s’posed ta be here!”

The helmet never picks up the Knight’s voice. Jimmy’s not sure if that’s a separate feature that he just never turns on or what*. He must say something, though, because Quinn just shrugs and screams, “MISTAH J!”

The Knight doesn’t wait for ‘Mistah J’. The camera jerks forward in a headbutt and Quinn staggers, clutching her nose. Then the real fight begins.

One of the admittedly selfish reasons Jimmy doesn’t view the helmet footage much is because it makes him motion sick. The boss is fast, he knows that, but it’s different watching him work in first-person. From here, he can watch him pick targets, moving like lightning from shattering that poor bastard’s collarbone to crushing the ribcage of some schmuck on the other side of the room before turning to shoot a would-be runner through the head.

He’s doing well. Nothing new there. He handles crowds almost better than a one-on-one, has ever since Jimmy’s known him. Across the room, somebody finally gets a gun out, but the camera whirls, the screen’s taken up with the back of a head, and then there’s a strangled cry before the body falls to the floor.

And then Abramovici comes to play.

He’s horrifying. Big and freakishly muscular, with clown makeup dutifully applied, and wielding a sledgehammer that’s practically Riley-sized. He brings that hammer downwards and the camera flips backwards, but there’s a stutter. A nearly imperceptible stumble on the landing, one that the Knight doesn’t get a chance to recover from before Abramovici just keeps coming, spinning that hammer around Link-style and forcing the boss to stay on the retreat or get squashed. The monster laughs, that clown makeup making it even worse, and then–and then–there’s a terrible, high-pitched cackle. Abramovici backs down and the camera swivels towards–

–oh, that is nasty.

That’s the Joker all right, unmistakable, but, something’s wrong with him. He’s covered in truly gnarly sores, with like his skin’s trying to peel off, and he’s got a cane in his hand that doesn’t look like it’s for show. But he’s moving fast enough, and the camera takes a step back from him all the same.

Hm.

If there’s one person the Knight hates more than Batman, it’s the clown. Even Batman can, if you’re careful, be joked about. Just a little bit. But the Joker? Never. Antoine says they had an ex-henchman sign up once, and the boss ripped his fuckin’ jaw off. Jimmy’s never asked why, always kind of figured it was Batman-related and didn’t want to know more, but now…

Now he thinks Joker’s the catalyst for everything.

“Baby boy!” The laugh turns into a nasty cough and the Joker spits out a mouthful of…Jimmy can’t tell. Yellow. It’s yellow. “You came crawling back at last. I knew you would. The prodigal son.”

The Knight doesn’t move again, not even when the Joker gets right up in his space, that torn, rotting face inches from his own. Not even when the Joker grabs his shoulders and leans in close to press those ragged lips to the helmet and whisper, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The Knight shoves him off, shaky and uncoordinated, but it’s too late. That moment of fear cost him, let Abramovici get way, way too close. Jimmy sees the fist (just the fist, not even bothering with the hammer) speeding towards the camera and then the camera’s recording cement flooring.

So. Jimmy will bet money that Joker’s the one who gave him the brand Mark was freaked about, and God knows what else.

Something niggles, in the back of his mind, some bad thing, and he stows that for later in favor of skipping ahead. He doesn’t really want to know, honestly, what they did. He doesn’t need to, and…he owes the Knight that, at least. Some secrets should stay buried. But he wants to know what happened, what finally…that was a massacre, man.

When he picks up the footage again, it’s grainy and staticy. Helmet was broken before the massacre, then, at least to an extent. Badly broken, too, or the Knight turned on the voice thing; Jimmy can hear him now, barely-there, semi-hysterical murmuring that sounds like every long-term torture victim he’s had the misfortune to watch.

“--six days, only been six days, you took it eighteen months before, just keep it together, Jason, just keep it together–”

Jimmy takes a nervous drink. Purple legs–Knight’s on his knees here, then–come into frame and a pipe clatters to the ground in front of him. He doesn’t move to pick it up, but his frightened murmurs stop abruptly. A second later, the EMT from before, looking the worse for wear, is carried into the room by Abramovici and dropped a few feet from the camera.

“He didn’t fix me,” the Joker says, voice mockingly distressed. “Teach him a lesson, Todders.”

That niggling, something-bad feeling clicks in Jimmy’s head again and he shoves it aside. The boss picks up the pipe, slow and deliberate, and stands up. Crosses over to the crying EMT and looks down. Raises the pipe.

And whirls, smashing it against the skull of a man with badly-applied clown makeup.

“Shit–!”

“Thought he was fixed!”

“Get him, you fools!” the Joker shrieks, voice tight with rage, but the Knight’s already on the attack. He gets another man with the pipe before the camera drops and rolls, pipe clattering down, but he’s not hit, he’s just dodging. A second later, the sledgehammer strikes the floor, the impact rattling the room, and then the camera’s climbing.

The Knight wraps his legs around Abramovici’s throat, a move Jimmy’s seen him do with Trent before, and the giant flails, trying to grab hold of him. Across the room, Joker’s screaming for somebody to ‘shoot the little brat, to hell with Hammer, I’ll get another one!’ but the only one going for a gun is Quinn. Everyone else is watching in abject horror.

Quinn raises the gun and just as she fires, the Knight launches himself backwards, yanking Abramovici into the line of fire instead. The bullet strikes him in his, uh, good shoulder, sending him spinning (oof, RIP to the three guys in his path) before he drops the hammer.

The Knight rolls forward this time (oh God, dizzy–) and grabs the hammer in both hands when he comes up. Hefting up makes him stagger, but he manages to get it up and swing, awkward and unsteady–

–straight into the looming clown face.

Abramovici’s skull crumples like paper. The giant body topples under the force and weight, hitting the ground with a THUD as the Knight lets go of the hammer. For ten seconds, the room is silent.

CRA-ACK!

The camera stutters and blurs and staggers. A hit, Jimmy realizes belatedly. A gunshot, he realizes even more so. But the boss doesn’t go down, and Mark didn’t mention a gunshot wound. His armor took it. She must have struck him in the shoulders, where he’s got thick plating.

(Riley thinks he’s got an injury there, Jimmy remembers abstractedly. Says it’s like the creepy white mask. Never again.)

Whatever the reasoning, it just saved his life. While he does stumble, he keeps his feet and a second later he’s turning around even as the Joker cackles.

“Good shot, Harley!” he calls, voice mocking. “Why–”

Jimmy doesn’t know what happens, really. Just that now Joker’s pustule-covered face is filling the camera and the Knight’s screaming at him.

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”

Joker doesn’t shut up. He just laughs and laughs and laughs, even when the boss shoves him backwards and there’s a horrifying squelch. The camera doesn’t look down, but blood bubbles up over the lips, black and nasty, and in the background, Quinn’s screaming.

“Shut up!”

Joker’s still laughing, still choking on the black blood, and the camera shakes and shudders as the boss flails around him for–anything, Jimmy guesses, anything to make it stop. He finally grabs a rusty screwdriver that’s lying on a pile of palettes.

BLAM!

Another gunshot. This one misses, and before Quinn can try again, the Knight’s lunged back towards the Joker, gripping the big flathead like a knife.

“Shut up!”

Jimmy watches the screwdriver pierce one of the bulbous, yellow eyes almost like it’s in slow motion. The eye divots and bulges at the sides for half a second before it…pops, fluids going everywhere as the screwdriver goes deep, deep into the thing’s brain, and–

And it stops. The laughter stops.

Quinn’s screams don’t. There’s a nasty crunching noise and then the Knight’s on the ground with her straddling him. Her makeup’s ruined, running off in a mixture of greasepaint and snot and tears.

“You bastard!” she’s screaming. “You bastard! You motherfucking bastard!”

The snot and tears mix with blood when the Knight elbows her in the face, breaking her nose. She reels but recoups, like one of those punching-bag clowns, but before she can retaliate, he’s rolled and kicked her off.

She takes it well, Jimmy has to admit. Bounces back up and meets the boss with a high kick to the face that sends him spinning. She doesn’t get the chance to follow it up, though. The Knight snatches his fallen pipe and dodges her next attack, gets behind her, and clubs her over the head. Quinn staggers and cries out.

“You–hurk!”

Whatever she was going to say is choked off by the pipe pulling against her throat. She struggles, chin banging against it until she can’t move her head, and even after she keeps gagging and gulping and squirming. But that too, stops, and eventually the boss lets her body fall in a heap at his feet.

The camera stays looking down at it for a minute. Jimmy can hear the Knight’s labored breathing. Then he looks up and says, voice hoarse, “Who’s next?”

Jimmy clicks out and slumps back in his chair. Christ. Jesus Christ.

He’ll have to follow up on his niggling bad feeling, but. In a minute. Dear God, in a minute.

He forgets, sometimes, just how very lethal the Knight can be. The recruits don’t–they’re scared of him–but Jimmy’s seen him smack into a door frame before. The cool is gone, after that. It’s been a long time, now that he thinks about it, since he’s seen him really out to kill. He holds back–a lot–in training. 

Jesus Christ.

Jimmy takes a breath, drains the last of his green drink, and figures his first order of business is to rewind a bit, see if the EMT made it out or what. The boss’ll ask, probably, and Jimmy would rather not make him wait for an answer. So he straightens up, plunks his empty cup down with a thock, and winds the footage back to the beginning of the end.

But this time, he keeps the volume off.

THE END

*It is. Jason can and will make verbal notes if he needs them, but because he knows Jimmy can, at any time, poke around, he doesn’t have that running automatically.

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[gojossotoru]

Names ideas for your original character(s)!!! <3

FIRST NAMES (FEMALE)

Beverly

Evangeline

Bonnie

Mackenzie

Evelyn

Mia

Marina

Lana

Jane

Maxine

Chloe

Beatrice

Zoe/Zoey

Rachel

Ella

Ellie

Wendy

Winifred

Tanya

Sonya

Theresa

Sandra

Andrea

Alexandria

Diana

Dana

Victoria

Veronica

Joyce

Juliana

Julie

Juliet/Juliette

Julia

Lily

Lola

Melody

Amanda

Olivia

Vivianne/Vivian

Charlotte

Yasmin

Madeline/Madelyn

Hannah

Bethany

Anne/Ann

Annie

Fiona

Faye/Fay

Alison

Natalie

Sasha

Isabella/Isabela

Isabelle

Eunice

Violet

Caitlin/Caitlyn/Katelyn

Miranda

Cassandra

Rosemary

Mary

Maria

Laura

Ramona

Nancy

Erica

Daisy

Darlene

Miriam

Jean

Janice

Eleanor/Elinor

Nora

Ginevra

Margaret

Marguerite

Ophelia

Annabeth

Nicole

Diedre

Siobhan

Molly

Holly

Milicent

Doris

Francesca

Elizabeth

Catherine

Daphne

Penelope

Eloise

Priscilla

Sofia

Celine

Karina

Irene

Jennifer

Roseanne

FIRST NAMES (MALE)

Samuel

Christopher

Michael

Lucas

Austin

Dustin

Steve

William

Nathaniel

Warren

James

Ethan

Anthony

Richard

Edward

Edmund

Clark

Trevor

Sean/Shawn

Fitzwilliam

Marcus/Markus

Liam

Charles

Jonathan/Johnathan

Bruce

Daniel

Theodore

Peter

Earnest

Bucky

Damon

Louis

Bryce

Gordon

Maxwell

Maximillian

Seth

Kurt

Thomas

Oscar

Scott

Frederick

Leon

Sebastian

Russell

Trent

Justin

Joshua

Vernon

Davis

FIRST NAMES (UNISEX)

Harley

Robin

Quinn

Casey

Lesley/Leslie

Blake

Bailey

Aubrey

Sydney

Cameron

(LAST) NAMES

Hastings

Marino

De Luca

Hopkins

Hopper

Harrington

Hargrove

Mayflower

Mayfield

Flowers

MacMillan

Price

Caulfield

Mayfield

Redfield

Baker

Prescott

Sinclair

Starling

Taylor

Vendome

Vincent

Jones

Trudeau

Barnes

Richardson

Bowers

Wheeler

Byers

O'Connor

O'Neil/O'Neill

Day

Ellison

Henderson

Anderson

Wayne

Danvers

White

Hall

Green/Greene

Carlson

Wilson

Edwards

MacTavish

Waterhouse

Gilmore

Montgomery

Harmon

Winters

Quinton

Seymour

Berman

Whitmore

Lovett

Kennedy

Walker

Johnson

That's all for the name ideas!!! Hope this'll help you if you're struggling to come up with a name :3

[valentinajadehill]

trent alexander arnold blurbs

world cup

slap

euros

call up

brits

birthday

aa birthday post

his bday

his dad

wingmen

live

wingmen prank

u9 zoom call

hickey prank

hair

spoty

do what she says

im a celeb

league

lap

harley quinn

livestream

accent

baby

insecure

tiktok questions

loyalty test

two years

comforting

private jet

singing

down low

dogs

shy and quiet?

happy anniversary

cuddles

dutch

sunbathing

mate

derby

kisses

flirting

girls holiday

overprotective

horror movie night

actress

training

morning

dedicated

after show walk

anxiety

model

f1 driver

dating trent includes

studying

dogs

paps

kick about

competitive

fifa

marcel

asleep

clingy

harry potter

tattoos

valentines

perrie

drunk trent

so in love

good night kiss

accent

surprise

break up prank

rumoured

hangry

jadon, part two

ig official

lazy

tyler

injury

ambassador

chelsea

fluff alphabet

dating him

brushing you off

assumptions

sick

christmas party

wedding

[mayhemhq]

TEAM SICK FREAKS (secretly team sick fucks) COACH: hook. / @worshipme COLOR: orange TEAM UNIFORM: orange top with team name printed on it. any black bottoms. feel free to accessorize as you see fit. TEAM SONG: nasty girl remix by tinashe (ft. chloe)

**please note that we will have posts queued at the start of each game to kick off interactions with both teams in each game. these are just an overview of the games and teams is just for ooc reference, so muns have prior knowledge and can be prepared.

game one: egg & spoon race.

participating is the team of: @smileinspite, @poppindawgs @omegaweapons @ratedrcope @lexnair @thewrestlerx a.k.a. WILLOW, TRENT, KENNY, ADAM, LEXY & SHIBATA.

game two: wet seatpants relay.

participating is the team of: @jernigans @skippen @timelesstcrm @harleycam @itsyazmin @haytersade a.k.a. ANNA, KIP, TONI, HARLEY, YAZMIN & JAMIE.

game three: zorb ball relay.

participating is the team of: @hdbnger @judgmentjay @kylefletcher @trkhan @lvigier @brokcnhalo a.k.a. ELP, JAY, KYLE, TONY, LIAM & MELISSA.

game four: dodgeball.

participating is the team of: @zsjr @rebelsovereign @mcnemaker @scumbagmax @callmedaddystat @absolutestroke @paparoddy a.k.a. ZACK, DAVID, MERCEDES, MAX, KRIS, RICKY & RODERICK.

game five: pit pursuit.

participating is the team of: @fightingglamour @firedidol @wrkhorse @pennymead @dear-abril @blckthrnes a.k.a. MARIAH, MAKI, ANTHONY, PENNY, ABRIL & JULIA.

game six: obstacle course.

participating is the team of: @junglds @obeybrookes @smdftb @luncaticmoxley @brittsdmd @sw3rvecity @scisscrking @beachorange a.k.a. JACK, CHRIS, DANNY, JON, BRITT, SWERVE, ANTHONY & ORANGE CASSIDY.

[skinnywalker]

Multifandom masterlist

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Headcanons 🌶

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Stranger things

Robin

tastes like kiwi 🌶

Girls like boys who like boys

Black fem reader

Max

Let's just forget

Male reader

Clicks

Back bumps 🧅

Male reader headcanons

Things are different now

Rest

Eddie

Somebody has a crush

Pt2

Love you

Where you will go pt1

Pt2

it will be ok 🧅

dating eddie as el's brother

Chrissy Cunningham

In the forest pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Steve Harrington

God you were such a dick🧅

Billy hargrove

My little dove pt 1🧅

Pt 2🧅

Pt 3🧅

Karen wheeler

Suburban mom 🌶

Picture prefect

Mall love

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Charlie

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Dean

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Jack

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The Sandman

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The ruby burns

Humanity's cold arms 🧅

A bird in a cage 🧅

Death

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The Corinthian

Slashers

Lester sinclair

Lester x male reader pt1

Pt 2 🌶

RZ Micheal myers

Child reader pt 1 🧅

Pt 2

Mine after all this time 🌶

Bo sinclair

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Yautja

Puppy tender

Vincent sinclair

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[georgiapeach30513]

Victim of the Circumstance, Part 2

Summary:  Mirabelle is trying to get you in trouble

Pairings:  James Mace X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  toy play, female masturbation, mentions of deceased parent, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:   4.6K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Benning, will you put the clothes that are in the washer in the dryer, and that basket in front of the washer in there, please?  Mirabelle, mommy needs you to start setting the table,” while Benning may groan, he does get up off the couch and walks into the laundry room.  And the sweetest little angel of a daughter jumps up to grab the plates you had set on the counter.

“Baby, slow, okay?  This isn’t a race.  Mommy hasn’t finished cooking.”

“Yes, ma’am,” her chubby little fingers reach for one plate at a time.  Keeping her busy, while also ensuring that you didn’t get another broken plate on your hands.  “Mommy, I made sixty dollars at my orange juice stand, I did.”

“Sixty dollars?” You turn around to look at her, and she just nods her head proudly.  “How did you make sixty dollars?”

“I don’t know how to make change.  So I didn’t.  Nope.  And Uncle Bill brought his crew over there, he did,” she looks at you slyly.  William hated to be called Bill.  William or Will is all he would allow.  Mirabelle and Benning were the only exception to that rule.  “Mommy, how do you know when you’ve fallen in love?”

“Oh, my sweet darling, you shouldn’t have to worry about that for a long time.  Who do you think you’ve fallen in love with?”

“An older man,” she gives you a little giggle, heading to the counter to grab the forks.  “Do you think you will,” she catches sight of her brother, and she looks at you, shaking her head.  “Never mind.  Benny, did you have a good day at school today?”

“It was fine,” his voice was flat.  It was never fine.  Recently your son acted as if the world was on his shoulders, and there just was nothing to make him happy.  “Can I go to Trent’s house this weekend?”

“Why?  You never want to spend time with me and sissy anymore.”

“Well, Trent’s dad is helping us with my telescope,” ahh.  The dreaded ‘Trent’s dad’.  Trent’s dad did everything with his son, and extended that to yours.  You were grateful of course.  But sometimes you want Benning to yourself.  Had tried to make time for just him, but you were just a mom.  You weren’t a dad that knew about telescopes

“Well, can’t I help you with your telescope?”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Isn’t that what YouTube is for?  You telling me that Mr. Beck knows exactly what he’s doing?”  Beck was starting to get on your nerves.  He was getting all this time with your son who was growing up too fast, and too far away from you.

“Yeah.  He hardly ever looks at YouTube.  So can I go or not?”

“Watch your tone.”

“Please, mom, can I go to Trent’s house?” It was better.  But you were not going to have him be disrespectful.  The dreaded teenage years were around the corner, and if this was what you had to look forward to, you were not excited.

“Fine, now, let’s eat,” quietly the two of them go to the table.  A table with four chairs, and Sy never got to sit in one.  Each of your children eat their dinner slowly.  Conversation almost eliminated by Benning’s bringing up the fact he didn’t have a father.

“Mommy, can I bring a friend over for dinner one night?”

“Do you even have friends?” Mirabelle pouts at her brother, and his face completely changes.  The light in his eyes coming back for a moment when he sees he hurt his sister’s feelings.  They used to have the sweetest relationship.  “I’m only kidding, Sissy.  I know that Dawn is your friend.”

“No, not one from school.  I met him today.”

“Did a little boy come into the store?  Sweetheart, a lot of people that come in that store are tourists, and…”

“No, over there,” she points over to the new build, and you take a deep gulp.  There were men around your daughter.  You knew that Hazel or Harley, and even William were right there, but they couldn’t watch her every second.

“Mirabelle, I don’t want you to set up your stand over there anymore.  I’ll talk to Harley and Hazel and…”

“No, he was really nice.  Even Uncle Bill liked him.  Told him he had to keep an eye on me, and…I want him to come to dinner with us one night.  He’s very handsome, he just needs a haircut, and…” her eyes move down to the table when the screech of Benning’s chair echoes in the kitchen.  “Benny, I’m sorry.”

“What is this?  You got your four year old picking you up dates?”

“Excuse me?”

“What don’t you get about your vows?”

“Benning Kepler Syverson, you stop this instant!”

“No!  No one is ever going to be dad!  I don’t need a dad!  I want mine back,” standing up, he stomps towards his bedroom.  It was like you never could move forward with him.  Four years later and he was still angry that you were replacing his father, and you hadn’t even looked at another man, forget about touching.  

“Mommy, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to make Bubba mad,” holding out your arms, you let your confused daughter crawl into your lap.  Brushing back her hair as she cries.  “I don’t want Mace as my daddy.  But…but how come Benning got to have a daddy, and I didn’t?”

“Baby, Benning is just very angry right now.  He misses daddy.”

“I don’t get to miss him though, because I never met him.  I want a daddy, too,” dramatic evenings were becoming too common.  Hearing the loud music coming from Benning’s room, you hold your baby even tighter.  The baby that Sy had begged you for.  He had wanted her so much.  Dreamed about who she would look like.  And he didn’t get his wish, because she favored him instead of you.  

“Mommy can you get me a daddy?”

“Not tonight.  How about mommy makes you a bowl of Miss Hazel’s fresh orange sherbet before bed?”

“Okay.  I still want a daddy though.  I didn’t mean for my new friend to be a daddy.  I just think…it doesn’t matter anymore,” you give her a quick kiss, and still holding her as you start to make her a bowl of her favorite treat.  Waiting until she fell asleep before you dealt with your son.

You lean over to give Mirabelle a soft kiss to her forehead, and she rolls over, squeezing her raggedy seahorse stuffy.  The first and last gift her dad had ever gotten her.  She was growing up too fast, and with every year older you were reminded of how many years you had been alone.  And just how many years it was just you and them.

Turning on her sound machine, you gently close the door, and walk down the hall to Benning’s room.  Not even bothering to knock when you walk in, “What are you doing in here?”

“That was uncalled for,” his eyes roll up to look at you slowly.  “I know you miss him.  I know you hate the thought of any man coming into the picture, but…”

“You’re not even taking your vows seriously!”

“Do not tell me about my vows that I made.  I was loyal to your father.  He was on a tour and overseas, and I was your mother and that was it.  I waited on your father.  Do not talk to me about my vows to him.  I loved him.  He was my everything.  And I know you’re hurting, but so am, and so is your sister.”

“She never even met him.  How is she hurting?”  These feeling were all too common for military families.  Too often kids were left without a mother or a father.  Or worse, neither.  You thought you would be different.  You thought wrong.

“You’re so angry that you don’t even see how you being hurt, hurts her.  She might not have met your dad, but she stares at his pictures all the time.  She asks about him all the time.  She tells me she remembers him touching her through my belly all the time, but you’re too busy worrying about your own pain instead of hers.  Benning, what do you want me to do?”

He shrugs, sliding down more onto his bed.  With your hands on your hips, you try and think of the best things to say to him.  You had never imagined a life where you didn’t have their father.  Never could have prepared yourself to be a single mother to two kids.  And now. You had a young boy who was just angry all the time.

“You’re not going to act like that and disrespect me.  We’re going back to counseling.”

“No!”

“And you need to remember, I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life.  I’m not saying I am ready to date, and definitely not ready to bring any man around you.  But I won’t deny myself affection from a man,” he rolls his eyes, and turns his back towards you.  “You can be mad, son, but…daddy wouldn’t have wanted me to be alone.”

“Daddy would have wanted you to only love him.”

“I did.  And now he’s gone, and I can’t physically love him anymore.  I can love his memory, and I’m still in love with his memory.  But this…this every night causing some form of drama, we’re not doing.  We’re going back to counseling, or you can go alone.  I don’t care.  But I want you to put your anger towards something else.  Because I am doing all that I know how to do.  Just remember how much your sister adores you.  She loves you so much.  And this is confusing to her.  I love you.”

You stand still waiting for his response.  Watching him rub the silky outline of his baby blanket, “Benning, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Goodnight,” you whisper, turning out his light.  It was like he felt responsible for the household.  He was the man of the house, and he was letting that title crush him, instead of dealing with his grief.

He was too young.  His father was taken from him when he was too young.  Walking into your bedroom, the last family photo of you three, and a Mirabelle bump makes you angry.  “You left me with this, Sy.  You said this was the last time, and you not coming home is not how I interpreted that.  We were supposed to be a team.  We were supposed to be together forever.  Why did you tell him he was in charge when you left?  Why couldn’t you have told him to be a little boy?”

Night’s like these were always the hardest.  Both your babies going to sleep upset, and you frustrated.  “I didn’t agree to be a widow before I turned forty.  God, I didn’t agree to be alone, and raising two kids.  Two amazing and beautiful kids.  Sy, I need you.  I need you to just hold me and fuck away the sad and angry tears to blissful ones.  And…fuck!” You whisper scream going over towards your drawer.

Pulling it open, you grab your hitachi magic wand to plug up.  Looking back at the door, Mirabelle still woke up randomly.  It was too risky to leave it unlocked.  “You did this Sy.  You should be laying in this bed while I took my anger out on your cock,” you could even remember the way his thick hands would grab you, placing you where he wanted you, and use you.

There was so much love between you and Sy, but the best way for both of you to work through anger was sex.  You both offered your bodies up freely.  Clicking on the vibe, you close your eyes remembering better times with Sy.  The way his hand would hold your mouth to keep you quiet, and his hips would roll into you with so much force.  A constant moving of the bed because his thrusts would slam the bed frame into the wall.

Or on the rare occasion that you would push him on the bed and ride him like your life depended on it.  His hands gripping your hips, and pushing you further onto him.  God, he loved when you pushed yourself to your limits.  Not ever stopping after orgasming. Just keep bouncing on him harder and harder.  Your juices spilling out on him, and not stopping until your legs were trembling, and he was cooing how you were just such a good slut for him.

“Mommy?”

“Dammit,” you pant.  You were almost there.  

“Mommy, I can’t sleep.  Mommy, the door is locked.”

“Hold on, baby,” no wonder you were frustrated.  Every time.  Every time you were stopped just shy of an orgasm.  This was the worst type of edging.  “Mirabelle, give me just a second,” you stuff the wand back in the drawer, and try to calm your breathing.  It was right there.  Right in your reach.  But mommy duties didn’t wait for an orgasm.

“Why are you breathing funny?”

“Because I was sleeping.”

“Last time you were breathing funny, you had that microphone on your bed, and you said you were singing.  Were you singing?  Is the microphone on the bed?  Can I use it?”

“No!”

“I can sing.  I can.  And you have a pink microphone.  Please, can we just sing together?”

“It’s late,” you take a deep breath, picking her up, and instead of hugging you, she moves her body away.  “What?”

“You need to turn the air on higher.  You’re sweaty.”

“Mirabelle, baby, it’s late.  Get some sleep.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so sweaty if you didn’t sing alone in the middle of the night.  You forgot to unplug your microphone,” she was too smart.  Way too smart.  That hyper awareness was one hundred percent her father.  “One song.  I see it in the drawer.”

“It won’t be there tomorrow.”

“I can find it.”

“I wish you would leave this alone, baby.  Sleep,” you drop her on the bed, all giggly, and she snuggles her seahorse tighter, waiting on you to join her.  “Get some sleep, my love.  You have to go to school tomorrow.”

“Uh uh,” she fake coughs, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, “I’m sick.  Can’t Miss Hazel teach me to make change tomorrow?”

“Sleep, baby.”

“Mirabelle Nova, get your butt out of the floor,” Hazel scolds the little girl who was sprawled out on her back in the floor of the store, staring blankly at the ceiling.  “Miss ma’am it is time for your behind to put up the oranges, and get ready for the day.”

“It’s hot.”

“It’s Florida,” Mirabelle sits up, and looks over towards the build.  “You made good money yesterday.  Little swindler.”

“I don’t know what that means.  I don’t.  Can I have oranges at the stand, too?  Oranges are a dollar or two for five dollars.”

“Your math is atrocious.”

“I’m four,” she declares, standing up to get a basket, stuffing oranges in them.  “My friend will be there today, he will.  Uncle Bill said he and Casey are going to take me shopping this weekend.  I guess mommy will be all alone, she will.”

“I wish your mommy would find her a good man.  It ain’t right for her to be alone with you babies.  You going to stack the oranges, ma’am?” Mirabelle points from her basket to her stand, but Hazel just taps her foot.  “You getting Harley to build that stand was because you promised to stack the oranges on the shelf every morning.  Stack,” throwing her head back, the little girl goes over to the shelf, a shopping cart of oranges ready for her.

Placing each orange exactly where they were supposed to be.  Mirabelle’s early reading was the names of different oranges.  She might not be able to read a book, but she could read orange names.  “Can I take some marmalade to my new friend, too?”

“He doesn’t pay for it then.”

“But you said…”

“Mirabelle Nova Syverson do not correct me.  I know what I said, and what I’m saying right now is he’s not paying.  Tell your Uncle Bill I want to speak with him at lunch.”

“Okay!  I will,” rejoicing when the final orange is put up.  She scoops up a jar of marmalade to put in her basket before running to her stand.  Looking out at the build, and trying to find sight of Mace before she starts to walk over there.

Her little head bounces around as she skips towards the build.  Seeing multiple people, but none of which were her uncle or Mace.  Bebopping closer, too close when Mace grabs her up, and throws her over his shoulder.  “Mace!  You came back today!”

“It’s kind of my job, darling.  What did I tell you about being near here?”

“I don’t know.”

“To not do it.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

“Why?”

“Because there are men working and you can get hurt.”

“Why?”

“We’re doing this again?” He asks, sitting her down on her stool.  “You’ve got oranges today.”

“Uh huh, and I brought you some marmalade, and I didn’t sneeze in that one, I didn’t,” Mace snarls his nose animatedly, and Mirabelle giggles, “I didn’t!  Sometimes I do it on purpose because Hazel has to give it to me.  These I didn’t, that’s why they’re at the store.  I got it off the shelf myself.  Mace?  Oh!”

She looks up at the tall man, and he gives her a smile before squatting down at her level.  “What do you think?” He asks, rubbing his hand over his head to show her his new haircut.  “You like it?”

“You look very handsome, you do.  Your eyes look prettier with that hair cut.  Mace do you have green in your eyes?” She asks placing both hands on his cheeks.  “You do!  You do have some green, right there.  And I would like for you to come eat supper with me sometime.”

With her hands still cupping his cheeks, he gives her a little smile, and Mirabelle has to look away.  “You are very handsome with this haircut, so can you come eat supper with me and my family?”

“Hmm, I can’t intrude.”

“You’re not, I asked you.  Uncle Bill can bring you, he can.”

“Aren’t you supposed to quit calling him that?” She shakes her head no, grabbing one of the oranges out of the basket, and begins to peel it.  Mirabelle had no intentions to stop calling him Uncle Bill.  “You really are a peach, huh?”

“Ew, who eats peachies?”

“You don’t like them?” Mirabelle shakes her head no, and points over to the grove.  Stuffing an orange wedge in her mouth, before handing Mace one.  “You only eat oranges, huh?”

“Yep.  They provide you with vitamin c, and marmalade, and juice.  We are the sunshine state, oranges look like the sun.  This is a sunshine fruit.  Sunshine, Mace.  Sunshine.  You like that one?”

“It’s pretty good.  Tastes like an orange.”

“Pfft, that is a cara cara orange.  It’s very sweet.  Clementines are my mom’s favorite.  They’re not as sweet, they’re not.”

“You know a lot about oranges.  Huh?”

“Yeah.  Mace, how do I get your attention if I can’t walk over there?” The man looks around the clearing.  Wanting to make sure the girl stays far enough away from the build, spotting a stump not too far away, and not hidden by an oak tree.

“That right there.  You see it,” Mirabelle nods her head, looking at the stump, and turns back towards Mace with a smile.  “You can’t sit there for too long because there’s no shade, and I don’t want you to get sunburnt, but it’s a sure fire way to make sure you’re seen without being too close.  That can be Mirabelle’s stump.  But no closer than that.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

“Why?”

“Because there’s nails.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re building.”

“Why?” She giggles, almost falling to the ground with how hard she was laughing.  Hands on her belly.  It was the sweetest little laugh.

“We’re not doing that again.”

“Why?”

“You turkey!” This time Mirabelle does fall to the ground, and she covers her eyes, wiping away tears because she is laughing so hard, and Mace leans over to tickle her even more.

“Hazel, what do you know about that man?” You point over to the man that was tickling your daughter.  You could hear her laughter all the way over here, and it made your heart swell.  You knew how easily Mirabelle got attached to men, but this seemed different.

“That one?” You nod your head, stepping closer to the window.  Seeing your daughter jump up from the ground, and pour him a cup of orange juice.  “His brother and William were friends.”

“Were?”

“He was…honey, you know how the military works.”

“What about him?  Was he in the military?”

“James was a lot younger than his brother.  He never enlisted.  Why are you asking?”

“Does he see her everyday?”  There was a familiarity between the two of them.  This had to be the friend that Mirabelle was telling you about.

“Everyday.  She takes him lunch, too.  Every morning he talks with her, and then they have lunch together, and he tells her goodbye.  Well, some mornings she’s at school.”

“She looks happy,” you wipe a stray tear from your eye.  You feel guilty that you couldn’t give this to her for the last four years.  Mirabelle deserved a dad.  William tried.  But he was just a good uncle.  “I failed them.”

“No, you didn’t.  You’ve given them a good life.  Military life isn’t easy.  When that man leaves for his next job, she’ll adapt.  She always does.  She doesn’t know any difference.”

“I matched with someone on that app.  And then I deleted it,” the dating app was Casey’s idea.  She even encouraged it.  Didn’t make you feel guilty for wanting to try again.  But you just couldn’t.  Feeling guilty for getting out there, but then worrying you would never find someone good enough for you, and knew there was no one good enough for the kids.

“Why?”

You turn to look at Hazel, giggling.  That was always your daughter’s favorite line.  “I don’t know.  It just didn’t feel right.  Benning hates me.  But I just…I’m lonely.  And this is too much, but I just want a man, ya know?  I’m tired of doing it all alone.”

“Sex doesn’t equal love.”

“It does to me.  Will you keep an eye on her?”  Sex was so much better with someone that you were attracted to their body and their mind.  You wanted someone who just knew you and knew how to take care of you, and you wanted to be that person for someone else.  

A little twitch of the nose meaning that he wanted you face down and ass up with a wet cunt and ready to take a pounding.  A rub of the belly meant that when the kids went to sleep you just wanted to grind on his cock slowly while you made out.  You wanted more than just a quick way to get off.  You wanted every day and every night to mean more than just sex.  You wanted a partner.

“I always do,” Hazel says softly, looking out to Mirabelle and Mace.  

“Stop.  Stop!  I can’t breathe.  I brought you something,” Mirabelle’s hand goes into her pocket before producing a neon threaded bracelet.  “It’s a friendship bracelet.  I can’t tie it though.”

“I got it,” she was the sweetest angel that Mace had ever met.  For her to only be four, she knew the way to soften his head.  He had never let anyone new into his life.  Not to the point where he said more than three words to someone.  Mace kept to himself.  The less people in his life, the less disappointment he was.  “I love it.”

“Yeah?  So about dinner?”

“I think your mom should be the one to ask.  I don’t know if she would like you dragging some random man into her house.”

“Hmm,” Mirabelle rocks on her stool a moment thinking.  Wondering just how she could get Mace to her house.  Tapping on her head to think harder.  There had to be some way to convince him to eat dinner with her family.  “Maybe we can have a karaoke night.”

“You guys do that?”

“No.  But I think mommy is practicing.  She has a pink microphone in her bedroom,” Mace chokes on his orange juice, spitting out a bit.  There was no way that this little girl was talking about what he thought she was talking about, but Mirabelle keeps talking.  This was the perfect idea.  “She keeps it in a drawer or under her pillow.  I can’t figure out how it works.  It just buzzes.”

“Maybe you should leave it alone.”

“There’s a secret to it.  I just know it.  Mommy won’t tell me.  She’s caught me sneaking to try and find the new hiding spot, she did.  But whatever she’s practicing it must be a lot of work because it makes her breathe funny, and she gets all sweaty.”

“Okay, I think it’s time for me to head back to work.  Leave your mom’s bedroom alone.”

“Why?”

“It’s not nice to snoop in people’s bedrooms.”

“Why?”

“Some things are not meant for kids,” before Mirabelle can ask another why, Mace puts his hand over her mouth to quiet her.  “Promise me that you’ll leave your mom’s — microphone alone.”

“Fine.  I’ll leave it alone.  But we can have a karaoke party.  And you can come.  Or!  Every Friday Uncle Bill and Casey come for dinner, and sometimes we go over to their house.  Do you think that’s when mommy really practices when she’s alone?”

“Yep.  I’m sure she really likes using her microphone when you’re not there.  Mirabelle, I really gotta go, darling.  Leave her microphone alone, okay?” Mirabelle rolls her eyes, but says okay.  “I’ll tell the boys to get some oranges and juice if you leave your mom’s stuff alone.  You’ll be able to do something with the money.  I’m sure you’ll make up a different excuse tomorrow.”

“Shh, don’t ruin my hustle.”

“You ain’t right.  See you in a bit.  Get some rest.”

“Come over for karaoke night!”

“I’ll talk with Bill…Will!”  That child was a mess.  Mace was sure that you had no idea that you were snooping in your room.  Definitely didn’t know she was telling your secrets to people, but it got him curious.  A woman that could raise such a kid, and one that…used a microphone regularly enough.  No.  He couldn’t get attached.  But sex could just be sex, right?  Would it be right to have thoughts about having sex with someone you hadn’t even met?  His brother did always tell him that mothers make the best lovers because they were freaks and knew what they were doing.

But Mace couldn’t possibly want to entertain an invitation to dinner from a four year old in hopes of getting his dick wet, could he?  It would beat his hand.  Mothers could surely have sex without getting attached.  Because Mace didn’t want to get attached.  Didn’t want to let anyone in.  But he did want some soft curves to grab onto.  Just for the night.  

He had never even met you, and he was coming up with ways to fuck you while your kids slept.  It made him feel awful.  Dinner was fine.  It felt weird to talk to your child everyday, and not even know who you were.  He would talk to Bill — Will, and ask him what he thought.  It was the polite thing to do.

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Ranking DC Pride 2023

9. Love’s Lightning Heart (???, ???)

Starring The Flashlight and The Flash, I think? When he called the dude “Ray” in the beginning I thought it was gonna be The Ray, you know? This only scores so low because I’m not at ALL familiar with anything Multiversity and this story especially seemed to be absolutely thick with that corner of DC lore. I get there’s a Parallax type of thing happening but... this was kind of hard to follow for a payoff that’s pretty lukewarm if you’re not well-versed in who this story’s about.

8. My Best Bet (Jon Kent/Superman, John Constantine

This is hit especially hard in my ranking because it’s the last story in the book and the only thing DC Pride about it is that it stars two Bs. They’re popular queer characters but I’m here for stories that are specifically ABOUT LGBT stuff, not about LGBT people doing stuff. There’s nothing to really talk about here.

7. Found (Xanthe Zhou, Batwoman/Kate Kane)

I’ve been meaning to read Spirit World, and since I hadn’t gotten around to it Xanthe being LGBT was a surprise to me, but not as much as Kate Kane showing up was. It feels like someone threw a dartboard at WLW women and plopped in whoever came up, cuz I guarantee if I flip the newest Batwoman issue open to a random page she’ll have a girlfriend-slash-situationship that won’t be too happy about her seeming receptive to some flirting. But hey, I like Xanthe more now so there’s give-and-take.

6. And Baby Makes Three (Xiomara Rojas/Crush, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy)

I like Crush. I can’t claim to have read much of her, because for now that means enduring way too much Damian Wayne, but she seems like an incredibly interesting character. But I could not tell you why she’s here with Harley and Ivy. This, moreso than anything else, has a less than negative chance of being referenced again and it’s giving me even more of that dartboard feeling the last story did. Plus if there’s one thing Harlivy can do, it’s carry a story by themselves. I wish we’d gotten something about JUST Crush, is what I’m saying. I feel like this was a status update for Crush, like her washing ashore was meant to bridge the gap between this story and whatever she was doing the last time she showed up.

5. Teamwork Makes the Dream Work (Natasha Irons/Steel, Nubia)

Listen, I will always have space in my heart for the Irons family. I love Natasha, and I love John Henry, and when DC lets either out of the ether every other year I’m front and center. That, and the recent super-push Nubia has been enjoying made this story one I was pretty excited to read when I realized who it was about. But THIS ART. These faces are TRASH. Even without looking it up I feel like there’s a 0% chance DC would give a nonblack artist this story, so it makes it especially confusing as to why the characters look like THAT. The actual content was fun and even though Io needs to come up off our queen posthaste, I didn’t have any (other) complaints. But it’s SOOOOO UGLYYYYY.

4. The Dance ( Minhkhoa Khan/Ghost-Makes, Thomas Blake/Catman)

I knew Ghost-Maker was bi prior to reading this, somehow. I’ve been meaning to read anything about him because his design is so awesome but I was only really guessing this was Catman alongside him. I really don’t know anything about him, so this ranks so highly just because of Ghost-Maker. I don’t really have anything else to add here since this story’s ultimate purpose seems to just show off muscley dudes post-sex.

3. Anniversary (Lucas Trent/Midnighter, Andrew Pulaski/Apollo, Alan Scott/Green Lantern)

These showcases tend to have like, one story that directly addresses inequality if you’re lucky. This is that story, and it’s such a good one. Midnighter and Apollo’s fame as the canon gay Superbat sort of eclipses anything else about them, but that reputation is put to excellent effect here. Plus, Alan Scott, one of my favorite Green Lanterns, finally shows up. Revitalizing that old slogan to make it clear the LGBT isn’t going anywhere was fun, too.

2. Subspace Transmission (Jules Jourdain/Circuit Breaker, Jess Chambers/The Flash, Andy Curry/Aquawoman)

Jess was an extremely fun and memorable character from the start like, half a decade ago and that holds true here. I was super uninvested in the Circuit Breaker part of this story. I don’t know who that is, and even after reading this I genuinely don’t care. This made my heart hurt for more Teen Justice and Future State stuff in general. That Jackson Hyde cameo at the end was also perfect.

1. Hey, Stranger (Connor Hawke/Hawke, Tim Drake/Robin)

I was definitely in diapers the last time these two characters spoke to each other. When there’s been THAT big a gap in timeframe I can’t be sure how emotional a reunion can be to a modern readership. None of that matters to my enjoyment, because Connor Hawke is far and away my favorite Arrowfam member and his recent resurgence (even if too much of it is attached to Damian Wayne for my taste) has been such a blessing. DC only trots this guy out three times a year but god do we eat good each time. They just need to do a LITTLE more with him.