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granolabird · 2 years ago

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Doing the right thing

Weekly hournite fic alert!! I’ve been slacking the last few weeks but I’m back at it. This is post 3x05 just a phone calll between Rick and Beth as they discuss what’s going on with Beth and her parents.

Beth sits, staring blankly at her laptop screen. She knows what she did was the right thing, her parents need to stay out of the JSA business to keep them safe, but that doesn’t change the fact that she feels absolutely awful. The way they looked at her with complete and utter disappointment in their eyes, like she’d just broken their hearts. She knows they were excited to be part of the whole superhero world, to see their daughter grow into the new Dr. Mid-Nite but it’s not safe for them. If anything happened to them she would never forgive herself. After hearing what happened to Sylvester’s sister she was afraid. Afraid that even them knowing her secret identity is enough to get them killed. Afraid that her choice to become a hero was selfish and going to tear her family apart.

No matter what she does it feels like it’s the wrong choice. Keeping her family involved risks them, but cutting them out hurts their feelings. There’s no right answer. She’s in complete and utter despair, running through her mind over and over if she made the right choice. She can’t decide. Telling her parents to stay out of the JSA business was the safe option, but it’s also the one that hurts the most. Beth keeps trying to tell herself it was the right thing to do, but the haze of tears in her eyes betrays her forced train of thought. She’s trying her best to regulate her breathing, focus on anything else, but she can’t. Not when she knows her parents are probably right outside her door, tearing themselves apart because they think they did something wrong. They didn’t do anything wrong. Or did they? Or were they just being too nice or-

Beth’s phone rings.

She lifts her glasses to rub at her eyes, clearing them the best she can before she leans over to see who’s calling.

Rick⏳💜

Beth isn’t sure if this is exactly who she was hoping would call, or the opposite. She doesn’t want Rick to hear her like this, so distraught over something that she knows should’ve been an easy choice. But at the same time, he knows her better than anyone else. Rick knows what to tell her in these situations. She thinks back to when she explained to him that her parents were getting divorced. He had helped more than anyone else then, so why not now? This was like a divorce between her superhero and normal life, right? That was a weirdly accurate way to put it, actually. She’d have to put that away for later use. She snaps back to attention as her ringtone loops, reminding her that she has to actually answer the phone in order to talk to Rick. Taking a deep breath, she picks up the phone and presses the green button.

“Rick?”

“Beth! Hey! I had to call you, I have great news.” Rick sounds so excited, a stark contrast to everything Beth is feeling.

“Oh. You do?”

“Yeah! I fixed the hourglass! Not only that, I made it even better! It works for longer than an hour!”

Beth tries her hardest to sound enthusiastic, this really is great news. It’s been a while since she’s heard Rick this happy, and she knows the hourglass conundrum had been looming over his head for some time now. To know that he’s solved it should have them both jumping for joy, yet with everything that’s happened, she can’t quite feign as much excitement as the situation requires.

“That’s great!” Beth’s voice quivers as she says it, and she winces.

“Beth? Are you okay?”

Of course Rick catches it instantly. He knows her too well.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright, it’s nothing. Tell me about your hourglass.” She deflects, trying her best to keep her voice steady this time.

“Are you sure? If there’s something going on you can tell me, you know that.” Rick persists.

“I know I just… You’re really excited right now, I don’t wanna kill your mood.” Beth says, trying her best to hold back her tears which are already threatening to spill.

“No, no, don't worry. What’s going on?”

Beth takes a breath, rolling a pencil back and forth along her desk nervously.

“I told my parents to stay out of my JSA business is all. Like I said, nothing.” She explains, rushing her words the best she can.

“Well did they take it well?” Rick asks, and she can practically see him now, leaning over the phone with the concerned look on his face that makes his forehead crinkle like he does whenever he’s concerned for her.

“No. Of course they didn’t.” Beth admits, as her grip tightens on her phone.

“Well what did they say?”

“It wasn’t really what they said, it was how they looked. They looked at me like I’d just taken their hearts out and shattered them. They just wanted to help, Rick, but it was too much for me. I didn’t want to hurt them, and now I have, and I just feel so terrible.”

The other end of the line goes silent. Rick does that sometimes, when he really needs to think. Beth waits for his response patiently, trying not to stress herself out any more than she already is.

“You did the right thing, Beth. You know that right?”

“If I did the right thing then why do I feel like I just… I don’t know, I kicked a puppy or something.”

“Because you did.”

Rick immediately realises what he’s just said and stumbles over his words in an attempt to amend himself,

“Well, no, okay, you didn’t, but it’s like… Your parents are the puppy. They’re in a dangerous situation, but they won’t leave right? So in order to finally get to them to leave, you have to kick them. That’s a bad analogy. I'm sorry.”

“No, I get it, it's okay. I did what I had to do, even if it hurts everyone involved. ” Beth nods along.

“Exactly. You’re gonna feel so shitty in the moment, but then in the long run you realise it was the right choice all along. You’re keeping them safe, and that’s what matters most.”

“I guess.”

“Beth, my parents lost their lives because of superhero stuff. I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone, especially not you. Please trust me, you did the right thing. You did.” Rick reassures her.

“I know but why does the right thing hurt so bad? I just want everyone to be happy, and I know that I’ve just made them unhappy and I can’t… I don’t want to deal with that. What if they hate me now?” Beth wonders aloud, letting her thoughts consume her for just a moment.

“They don’t hate you. You’re their daughter, you’re Dr. Mid-Nite. Their hero. They just need some time to understand the weight of the situation, and why you had to make the choice to get them away from the superhero side of your life. That’s all.”

Beth finds herself fully crying now, clinging to her phone as if Rick could hug her through the cold glass screen. He can’t, of course, but it does a little to dull the ache in her chest that tells her to run as far away from home as she can, to the Pit Stop and into Rick’s arms.

“Beth? Are you there?”

“Yeah, sorry. Thanks Rick. You always know how to help.”

“I try my best. Trust me, I’m not always good, I mean look at what happened at lunch today.”

“With Cameron?”

“Yeah, I think I fucked up. But he doesn’t deserve my respect anyway, so I don’t care. It doesn’t matter, Courtney will get over it. What matters is that you’re alright. Are you alright? Or, I guess, feeling any better, even a little?”

“Yeah, I’m a little better.”

“Good. That’s all I needed to hear.”

Beth can’t help but smile at her phone, pressing it to her forehead with a small huff.

“Hey Beth? Do you need to get out of your house?” Rick asks suddenly.

It’s like he can read her thoughts.

“Yeah. I think I do.”

“Wanna go on a car ride? I mean, you don’t have to, it’s late, but I’m not too far, we can just go for a bit, and just calm down. I’m not busy anymore, I finished the hourglass, so I don’t have anything to worry about anymore.” He offers,

Beth is so ready to accept, but she has to pause for a moment.

“Don’t you have a biology test tomorrow?”

“That’s a tomorrow problem.” Rick says dismissively.

“Whatever you say.”

That seems to be enough of a yes for Rick as he says,

“I’ll be there in ten. Don’t make me wait!”

“I won’t. You know I never do.”

“Never. Not even that one time your morning muffins weren’t done in time and you almost made us both late for class.”

“That was a one time thing!” Beth exclaims a little too loudly, and she silently reminds herself to keep quiet.

“And you’re never going to live it down. Sorry Beth, you’re too good. I have to take note of the scuffs on your record when I can so I can use them against you in situations like this.”

“Alright Mister Tyler. I will be remembering this betrayal.”

“Oh no, you brought out the last name. That’s when I know I’m in trouble.” Rick says with a feigned gasp.

Beth can’t help but laugh, wiping away her tears as she grins at her phone. Trust Rick to always be the one to make her feel better. She knows there’s still a lot to worry about, but here, talking to him, everything else seems so miniscule. All her problems fade away, if only for a moment.

“Are we laughing? Is that a laugh I hear?”

“Yes, Rick. I’m laughing. You did it, you won. You got me to laugh.”

“It wasn’t something for me to win, Beth. I win every time I get to see you happy. I’m just glad I can help. Now, I’m all packed up so I’m gonna drive over now. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Alright. See you soon.”

The line goes quiet, and Beth is left alone with her thoughts once again. She feels better at least. Her worries about what her family is feeling are still there, but they’re not as strong. She knows she’s done the right thing to keep them safe, and Rick has only affirmed that belief. Now he’s on the way here, to make sure she’s okay, and honestly she’s never been more grateful. She’s excited, of course, to hear he’s fixed his hourglass. That he’ll finally feel like a confident and functioning member of the team again, and she can’t wait to hear all about it in the car. She knows she will. There’s only so long Rick can go before he starts talking about whatever he’s excited about. At least, that’s how he is whenever he’s with Beth. She doesn’t mind, though. She loves it when he talks about something he’s enthusiastic about. There’s not much to be excited about these days anyway, so it’s a small light in the dark to keep her mind off of everything else.

Speaking of light in the dark, Beth spots the twin beams of light turning down her road that indicates Rick has arrived. She grabs a jacket off of the back of her chair, and races downstairs, careful not to alert her parents that she’s leaving. She wants to avoid as much conflict as possible from here on out. She’ll text them once she’s in the car. They’ll probably assume its JSA business anyway.

As soon as Beth is out the front door she sees him through the front window of his car. Rick is giving her a small, sad smile and wave, gesturing for her to get in. Beth feels all her tension melt away as she climbs into the passenger seat. He looks at her with wide concerned brown eyes, and she lets herself get lost in them for a while. She thinks she deserves to, she’s been through a lot today.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Where do you wanna go?”

She doesn’t say it out loud, but at this point Beth would go anywhere with Rick. Hell, she’d let him drive her to Antarctica if he wanted to. At least then they’d be away from everyone else, and free to spend time together. Sure it would be cold, but they could huddle for warmth. It would be nice. She has to forcibly snap herself out of her fantasies, to look back over to Rick.

“Anywhere. We can just see where the night takes us. You can talk more about your hourglass too, if you want. You said you fixed it?”

Rick’s eyes light up in a way that makes Beth want to hug him and hold him as tightly as she can.

“Yes! Alright, sounds good. Lets go.”

And with that Rick pulls out of the driveway and down the road, letting the night take them. It’ll probably just be another late night drive down country roads, like it usually is. But it’s nice. It’s nights like these, that Beth wishes these car rides would never end. If she could, she would stay here forever. That’s the dream. But it’s a dream for later. For now, she’s happy to spend just tonight with the boy she has a crush on. A guy who understands her better than anyone else. Really, who could ask for more? Not Beth, not tonight at least. Tonight, she’s just happy that he’s by her side. She’s just happy that they’re together. For now, that’s enough.

#Rick does NOT condone kicking puppies btw he's just bad at words obv #Honestly big mood #Rick Tyler #Beth Chapel #Hournite #Hournite fic #Stargirl #Stargirl Spoilers #3x05 #Stargirl fic

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hournites · 2 years ago

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Oh I LOVE Beth being a bug girl. It's one of my absolute favorite things about her. But the clear implications of roaches and black people is one that's not so easy to overlook, for me anyway. And like you I know how exhausting being offended by everything that's meant to be offensive is froM a race perspective so I usually ignore most things as best I can. For instance, the maggot thing never bothered me at all. But the roaches? Woof, I physically cringed when it was mentioned.

Interesting because for me it was the maggots I couldn't stand lmao. But yeah!

Do you want to lighten the mood?

@bluevalleybreakingnews DELIGHTED me with a pet name Rick could give to Beth - Moon Bug - because she's Dr. Mid-Nite (the moon is her symbol) and she's smol and she likes bugs and 🥺 sure I'm not crying at all wdym?

My live reaction:

#ask #anon #moon bug #hournite #i am not well #hn talks #beth chapel

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canary-warrior · 3 years ago

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Worth Staying For

I hope you all enjoy this Shivnite fic, which takes place in episode 12 of season 2!

While waiting for their search to complete, Beth decided to check on Jennie and found herself in the Whitmore-Dugan’s kitchen, waiting for the kettle to finish brewing so she could bring her another cup of tea. She also decided to fix a platter of snacks to leave at Jennie’s bedside in case she was still asleep, so she could have them when she woke up. Charles was in another room with Barbara, talking about the Shade and the shadowlands. Beth felt giddy, despite their current situation- she finally met her predecessor, and he approved of her taking over the Dr. Mid-Nite mantle. Nothing could ruin her mood.

“Hey, Mid-Nite junior,” none other than Cindy Burman waltzed into the kitchen. How she maintained perfect hair and smooth clothes after spending all this time in the shadowlands, Beth will never know. That being said, she refused to let the former head cheerleader damper her mood.

“What do you want, Cindy?” Beth asked, annoyed, grabbing a light blue plate from the cabinet. A quick glance at the charred wall reminded her that her priority right now was making sure Jennie was okay, not dealing with whatever Cindy Burman had up her sleeve.

Cindy shrugged and leaned against the counter, watching as Beth put some crackers on the plate. “Can’t I say hi to my new teammate?”

Beth’s eyes shot up at the taller girl. “We are not teammates, Cindy.”

Cindy let out a chuckle. “We are working together to take down Eclipso, so I think that makes us teammates, to an extent.”

“And after that? You’ll, what, stab us in the back?” Beth turned away, not wanting to focus on the evil girl who tried to kill them a week ago.

“I wouldn’t stab you in the back, Beth,” Cindy sounded almost bored, “you’re the smartest person on this team, you would see it coming anyway. Where’s the fun in that?”

Beth didn’t need any compliments from anyone, especially not from Cindy, but it did feel nice to be called the smartest member of the JSA. At this point, Beth didn’t even know what was happening with the JSA- Yolanda had quit, Rick was in jail, Jennie was on their side but she did leave to find her brother, Mike was off tracking down the Thunderbolt who was probably with a stranger… and here she was, conversing with Cindy in a broken kitchen, who complimented her intelligence. It was something Beth did not expect at all.

“What will you do,” Beth started, “when we beat Eclipso?”

“Leave this awful town and never look back,” Cindy answered automatically, but there was something in her voice. Something, wistful, almost. “You won’t have to worry about me coming after you.”

“I find that hard to believe. You could’ve disappeared after we defeated the ISA, but you came back to Blue Valley,” Beth pointed out.

“Well, I wanted revenge against you and your loser friends. Now, I just want revenge against that purple demon,” her voice hardened at the mention of Eclipso.

“And after you get your revenge on him?” Beth asked, her voice softer now.

Cindy’s eyes matched Beth’s tone. “I’ll leave, but there will always be something good in this wretched town that’s worth coming back for.”

Beth felt like Cindy was looking straight at her soul. Her goggles were working overtime, and showed how Cindy’s voice, breathing, and heart rate changed. Beth didn’t need to be a genius to do the math.

Was Cindy willing to stay in the town she hates for Beth?

#stargirl #shivnite #shivnite fic #beth chapel #Cindy Burman #shivnite supremacy #dedicated to adeeba my fellow shivnite shipper #and also dedicated to puck who is another fellow shivnite shipper #good luck on your chem test!!#i have a quiz tomorrow and idk anything so i wrote this instead

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ladyrynofsunnydale · 3 years ago

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Bo-Katan Week Day 4/ Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: References to Major Character Death, References to Mild Drug Use

Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Koska Reeves, Boba Fett, Din Djarin, Cara Dune, Moff Gideon (Star Wars), Fennec Shand (mentioned), Ursa Wren (mentioned), Sabine Wren (mentioned), Satine Kryze (mentioned)

Summary: Post-Mandalorian Season 2 Rescue. Bo-Katan isn’t quite sure today could have gone any worse. She had failed to enact her revenge, she was in pain, and honestly, she wanted all these aruetiis off her ship now. And if Din Djarin tried to get her to take the Darksaber one more time, she might just lose it.

Author’s Note: Happy Day 4 of Bo-Katan week! I think this counts as Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss? Anyways, I couldn't stop thinking about how Bo-Katan would have reacted to the finale of the Mandalorian Season 2 so I cranked this out. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Tags: @bokatanweek

Click on the link up top to read or continue reading below

Bo-Katan hissed when she settled into the chair in the light cruiser’s medbay. She’d walked there on her own just on sheer force of will and anger, but now that the adrenaline was leaving her body she was left aching and in pain. She wasn’t thirty anymore and she felt those blaster wounds far more than she used to. Could also be due to the fact that she no longer used battle stimulants. While she didn’t miss the not sleeping for days and jittery energy high that accompanied the stims, she did miss the absence of pain.

She pulled out her knife to cut into her flightsuit and barely kept herself from crying out as she pulled it out of the singed flesh on her left thigh. Gritting her teeth, she leaned into her anger to help her through the pain. Anger at allowing herself to be distracted by the Jedi carving a path through the dark troopers. Anger at allowing herself to be thrust back in time into long ago memories, memories of a simpler time when her greatest worry was that her sister was ruining Mandalorian culture while a host of Jedi led a grand petty war at the head of an army of clones. How different things could have been if her sister’s Jedi love had been able to save her. How different things may have been had the Jedi not fallen. Her distraction had allowed karking Gideon to get the jump on her. Again. Six shots, four pinging off her armor and two hitting their mark in her mid and upper left thigh. To compound that, one of the shots had hit her left shin guard and had hyper extended her knee. The pain made her whoozy and she leaned over, holding her still helmeted head in her hands, and willed the world to stop blacking out at the edges and for the contents of her stomach to stay where they were.

She had lost the Darksaber. Her one shot at proving to her people that she was worthy to lead them one more time. Proving to herself that she was worthy to lead them again. That saber had consumed her life for years. She’d accepted it once without winning it, and she couldn’t do that again. Maybe that is why she had lost everything. Why her people had lost everything. She still remembered holding Ursa’s body as she died. Ursa, her oldest friend and confidant. After that, she couldn’t look Sabine in the eye. Not until she had avenged Ursa and her people by taking revenge on Gideon and winning the Darksaber back. And karking Din Djarin had taken that from her.

She pulled out her blasters and fired continuously at a deactivated droid in the corner of the room until it was just a smoking hole in the wall then removed her helmet and launched it across the room, screaming her rage and pain. Standing she limped her way to a cabinet and violently yanked the doors open and riffled through the contents until she’d found cleaning solution, bacta, and an elastic bandage. She sat down again and cleaned the wounds before spreading the bacta on them, grinding her teeth together to work through the pain, then wrapped the elastic bandage around her aching knee to stabilize it. Once her task was accomplished, all her energy left her and she dropped her head back into her hands and stared at the floor. The Darksaber. Din Djarin. Gideon. Sabine. Ursa. Ahsoka. Satine. Fenn Rau. The Darksaber. Her mind spiraled and spiraled until there was a knock at the door. She looked up to see Koska. And Boba Fett. The clone.

“Come to gloat?” she snapped out.

“Thought about it, Princess. But I’m not one to kick someone when they’re down,” he answered.

“Since when?” she snorted. He shrugged. She couldn’t see his face with his helmet on and the voice modulator masked any emotion.

“When the mood strikes me. Here,” he said and tossed her a loaded stimulant gun. She caught it and clenched her teeth together.

“I don’t use these anymore.” Fett crossed his arms over his chest.

“You might want to consider it.”

“I’ll take the pain, thanks.” She tossed it back to him. He shrugged.

“Suit yourself. Fennec and I are leaving. Good luck on your fool’s errand of retaking Mandalore.” Bo ground her teeth together. Staring at Jango Fett’s clone in Mandalorian armor and hearing that voice so easily dismiss her home planet made her blood boil. That voice that she had owed so much to when they’d helped her reclaim Mandalore, and then the voice that had just as quickly turned on them to claim Mandalore for the Empire. She’d hated the clones. Hated that they were based off a Mandalorian’s DNA and had gone against everything a Mandalorian stood for. They had no honor. They had gunned down her people, adults and children alike, to force the planet into submission. Even Ursa had submitted.

However, she could use Fett and Fennec’s skills. They were both true and formidable warriors. But Fett didn’t believe in her cause, didn’t believe in her, and how could she blame him? She couldn’t even reclaim the Darksaber and was just shot by the man who’d taken it from her. And where Fett went, Fennec went.

“Try not to get yourself killed,” she snarked.

“You too, Princess,” he answered back, and she was surprised to hear a note of sincerity. He then turned and was gone. Koska leaned up against the doorframe and she could feel her eyes on her as she pushed herself up to standing and tested her left leg. It held. Thank the gods. She limped her way to her helmet and picked it up.

“You alright, boss?” Koska asked. Bo had known Koska since she was ten. Her Aunt had been one of her most loyal Nite Owls, and after watching her parents get gunned down by clones she’d enthusiastically volunteered when she’d come of age. She’d quickly become one of her most trusted people, especially as the commandos around her had dwindled, and she was happy to have her by her side now. And proud of the woman and warrior she had become.

“Just fine, Reeves.” She turned around and saw Koska staring at her. She softened just a bit. “I’m alright. Just not as young as I used to be.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Koska said, smirking, coming into step beside her while she limped out the door and back towards the command bridge.

She prepared herself to once again be among the remaining people there. Din Djarin, the New Republic drop trooper, and Gideon. As she’d suspected, Fett and Fennec were already gone, and the trooper was speaking with somebody on the comms.

“I want both of you off this ship,” Bo snapped, limping into the room. Everyone turned their eyes to her, and she could see Gideon once again smirking. The Darksaber was just lying there on one of the control consoles. Breathe, Bo-Katan, breathe, she told herself.

“The Republic will meet us…” the trooper said and Bo cut her off.

“I’m not rendezvousing with any New Republic fleet. You can take Gideon and the shuttle and get off my ship.”

“You didn’t take this ship all by yourself,” the trooper said, narrowing her eyes.

“Get. Off. My. Ship.” Bo stalked towards her and loosened her blasters in their holsters. She saw the dropper’s eyes flick to her repeating rifle then back to Bo, and Koska stepped up beside her. Their stare off was finally interrupted by a voice from the console.

“Dune? Dune, do you read me?” The trooper, Dune, broke her gaze and stared down at the console and pressed a button.

“I read you. Slight change of plan. Send me your coordinates and I’ll meet you with the prisoner.”

There was silence for a while, then finally a response.

“Protocol dictates…”

Bo limped over and slammed her hand down on the button.

“I don’t give a damn what protocol dictates. If you want Gideon alive and not a smoking corpse, you will transmit your coordinates to Trooper Dune so they can get the hell off my ship.”

Silence again.

“Who is this?”

“I am Bo-Katan of Mandalore. I am taking over command of this ship as recompense for what the Empire did to my people.”

They didn’t respond for a few minutes. She was sure they were looking her up, and she figured she knew what they’d find.

“Lady Kryze,” the voice came back, and she wasn’t surprised. “As former regent…”

“Transmit the fucking coordinates,” Bo-Katan interrupted.

Silence.

“Transmitting now,” the voice finally said. Dune downloaded the coordinates onto a disk.

“We’ll meet you there,” she said into the console and took a step back. “Well, it’s been a pleasure,” she said sarcastically and Bo ignored her and walked further into the bridge. “Din, what’s your plan?” Bo turned to see his response. He was just sitting there, where she’d left him however long ago, his helmet on the console beside him and his head in his hands, staring at the ground. As much as she wanted to hate him, she couldn’t. She pitied him. She knew it had not been easy for him to hear what she’d had to say on Trask. Having grown up in a cult herself, she knew how it took over your persona. Djarin had forsaken everything he’d known for the foundling, and then had lost him. Just like she’d lost Satine. And Ursa. And her planet.

Djarin looked up. His eyes were red, and he seemed to be unused to focusing on people with his bare eyes.

“I…” he started, his voice rough, and cleared his throat. He looked between Bo, Koska, and Dune, then stared straight at Bo, then to the Darksaber, then back. “Please take it,” he pleaded. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. He dropped his head and stared at the ground again, a defeated man. He took a shuddering breath then looked up again. “I’ll come with you, Bo-Katan.” She nodded then turned to Dune and raised her eyebrow.

“Very well,” Dune sighed, and walked over to Djarin and he stood and they clasped arms. “Good luck. You know where to find me.”

“Thank you. For everything.”

Dune turned and pulled Gideon up and dragged him towards the door.

“Let’s go, asshole.”

And then they were gone. A short time later she heard the beep that signaled a ship leaving the hanger and she watched the shuttle move away then jump to hyperspace. Djarin finally broke the silence.

“What’s the plan now?”

Without turning around from the vast expanse of space, Bo answered.

“We take back our planet.”

#bo katan week #bo katan kryze #din djarin #koska reeves #cara dune #moff gideon #boba fett #darksaber #post rescue

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the-middle-grounds · 4 years ago

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So now that I have energy and have rewritten this about 5 times! Blind (and colorblind) Batfam!

*I tried to be as sensitive about how I wrote this since I’m not 100% familiar with the blind community (I know basic etiquette) so if I did something bad or inappropriate, send me an ask with where and what can be fixed!

BRUCE

Bruce’s occipital lobe was severely damaged during the murder of his parents, and he was blinded as a result.

He got Ace, a service dog, to help him with the trauma, as well as helping him get around whenever he wasn’t in the mood to be with Alfred. The two of them are close.

Bruce eventually started hearing about echolocation in humans, and started to learn about that and even using it. He’s so proficient in it, he doesn’t even really need Ace anymore, but there’s not a chance in hell he’s getting rid of his best bud.

People know Bruce Wayne is blind, and they try to use it to their advantage. Bruce is smarter than that, and is very much aware of how shallow people are.

Most people don’t know that Batman is blind, however. Catwoman is one of the notable people who know, and whenever she’s being playful, she likes to sneak up on him and surprise him.

The Justice League also know, but don’t treat him any differently because why would they? Dr. Mid-Nite exists for one.

DICK

Dick lost his vision when Hayley’s Circus was set on fire. While escaping, he was hit by debris and blinded. By the time he’s a young adult, the scarring is pretty much gone.

In an effort to help out Dick, Bruce helped developed a device that could pinpoint noises. Dick then proceeded to thank Bruce by using it to get into trouble and play hide-and-seek.

Bruce eventually stopped using Dick as a guinea pig, and offered up the tech to the public. Dick still kept his, however; even when he left to join the Teen Titans.

Since Dick likes to drop several dozen feet off buildings, Bruce actually shed a few tears when Tim gave him more advanced echolocation tech. Dick will never admit how many times he miscalculated because of rain.

Bruce has seen his hospital bills; he knows.

JASON

Jason was born blind, and since he was a street kid with not so great parents, had to learn to get around by himself. He was pretty good at it too, and was stealing the Batmobile’s tires when Batman arrived. Jason tried to beat him up, and he made a real good effort too.

Jason got used to using the tech after a while, though he prefers only using it for fighting.

When he came back to life, he ended up becoming better at hand-to-hand without the use of technology. But he does use it for accuracy whenever he aims.

People have lied to Jason and told him he’s put his helmet on the wrong way around. These same people have gotten said helmet pelted in the direction of their face.

TIM

Tim and Cassandra both have a degenerative eye disease. When Tim found out Batman’s identity, he insisted that Bruce take him on because they weren’t too close from different.

Tim later ended up improving on Bruce’s tech, and even customized some for the others.

Tim eventually went completely blind, but he’s adjusted just fine.

His favorite thing to do is get carried by Kon for a flight. That and doing a Dick Grayson and gliding off buildings.

Tim is very much still tech savvy, working off muscle memory and occasional assistance whenever he needs it. Admittedly, it’s pretty rarely. But you will never see him ask Barb or Steph for anything involving colors.

BATGIRLS

Barbara has monochrome colorblindness, and Bruce didn’t realize it until he realized she kept describing colors by how dark they were. This led to a bunch of reminiscing about colors, and Dick even joined in to describe colors to her.

Whenever Bruce pisses her off, Barbara realigns things ever so slightly. Bruce could care less, but Dick will trip over something and play it off like it was a stunt.

After her incident with Joker, Barbara took to the moniker of Oracle, and her colorblindness was hardly a hold back for her.

Cassandra did manage to retain some of her eyesight. As it stands, she can see somewhat, but it’s all pretty blurry. She wears glasses most of the time, but prefers fighting with the tech Tim designed.

Because they can’t use sign language with Cass, she had a rough time learning to fit in. Eventually, they learned to communicate through morse code and occasional fingerspelling.

Even though Cass learned to speak, she still prefers morse code with her friends and family.

No one (except Barbara) actually realized what form of blindness Steph had until she asked Barbara if waffles were pink. It turned out she had Tritanopia.

Steph and Barbara tried out colorblindness glasses once and Barbara lost her shit.

“I THOUGHT THIS WAS PURPLE!” “I don’t know what to tell you except that that’s 110% dark blue.”

Cass has to tell the other two which colors they’re looking at whenever they hang out. Specifically when they start debating colors.

DUKE

Duke, like Jason, was also born blind. He’s also the only one who uses a cane for when he walks.

Unlike the others, however, Duke doesn’t need to use any external devices to see; his powers work well with sound and allow him to move around just fine. (I know his powers focus on light, which would require him to see, but I changed it slightly for this AU.)

Rather than ‘seeing’ in color/definition, Duke perceives shapes and figures in something like a bunch of different parts of sound altogether.

Duke has the ability to ‘steal the light’ out of people’s eyes, and temporarily blind them so they’re on the same playing field.

People typically know when Duke is coming because of the sound of his cane moving around. But he once scared Bruce because he didn’t use it and Bruce didn’t hear him coming.

Duke is still a great writer, though he obviously writes in braille. His teachers love him.

Some people don’t even realize Duke is blind unless they watch his eyes; they’re unfocused and occasionally ‘wander’.

DAMIAN

Damian lost his sight as a young child. Talia was regretful, and put a lot of attention on Damian to help him. Damian disliked the babying behavior, and felt as though Ra’s was disappointed in him.

Talia sent Damian to Bruce because she knew about how he had learned to adjust to his disability.

Damian was LIVID. He hated everything, he would throw fits, and he hated every- oh hey is that a dog.

Damian got Titus, and over time, began to settle into the family.

Damian initially refused the echolocation tech, but took it because it was helpful for fighting. Over time, he learned how to work with and without it.

Damian once offhandedly admitted to Jon that he couldn’t remember colors, and Jon sat with him for over an hour describing colors.

Eventually, Damian started getting into abstract forms of art and presented them to everyone. Since he couldn’t see what he drew, he took to 3D pieces for his family and friends. No one even cares what they look like, they all love everything he makes.

Jason is jealous that Damian got a dog but he didn’t.

MISC

They keep playing hide-and-seek and Bruce is tired.

Except for Barbara and Steph, everyone is very sensitive to sound, and it is most definitely their biggest weakness. Meanwhile, Barb and Steph keep getting blinded by flash bangs and other bright things.

Damian keeps sneaking animals into the house because he knows they won’t see it. What he keeps forgetting is that roosters scream in the morning, and they can hear that.

In-family fighting is an absolutely insane event. Things have been thrown and people have fallen down things that shouldn’t have been fallen down. Dick once tried to pull apart a fight between Tim and Damian and he honestly can’t tell if he slapped Tim or if Damian did it.

They can all tell each others footsteps apart easily, and can even tell who’s arguing even if their in the Batcave and the argument is in the attic.

Someone keeps moving containers out of the typical places, and the finger pointing is always at optimal level. Alfred is just as frustrated.

Bruce is tired.

They also save a lot on electricity!

#Blind as Bats AU #Batfam #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Barbara Gordon #Tim Drake #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Duke Thomas #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne

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theonlinemuse · 4 years ago

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And me and @freckledpianoman are back with more Beth Chapel content! Continuing from this post, here’s even more headcanons about our favourite Dr Mid-Nite:

Beth is nearsighted and started wearing glasses when she was three and a half. Bridget started noticing that her daughter kept squinting all the time and eventually took her to an eye doctor, attributing Beth needing glasses so early to all the times that she hid under the covers with a flashlight and read late into the night instead of sleeping

Her prescription is really strong and while her glasses correct most of her vision, she still needs accommodations like enlarged and high contrast texts and other visual aids

Chuck eventually becomes another accommodation since he acts as a cross between telescopic and magnifying glasses and a talking watch

She’s fluent in French thanks to her grandma Beatrice’s influence and she can carry a conversation in Spanish (she picked it up from Bridget, who often talks with her patients in Spanish) and Norwegian. That last language throws people off when they first hear about it, but it comes in handy when four-year-old Pieter Cross and his family (who don’t speak much English) move to Blue Valley from Trondheim, Norway

Yolanda grumbles about not being able to talk to Beth in Spanish class whenever she’s home sick from school because she's the one decent conversation partner she has in that class

Rick often practices translating for his French class with Beth. Once he goofed and said “madame le docteur”. And poor Beth was close to shaking him and going, “Rick, that's wrong on so many levels”

He knows by the incredulous look on her face that he’s all sorts of wrong and he blushes all embarrassed. But later he mistranslates on purpose just to see her adorable reactions

She wants to pick up more languages eventually (she’s deciding if she wants to take both Mandarin and Arabic in college like her dad did) and is currently learning ASL

Beth is a Star Trek fan thanks to her dad’s influence. She and James would watch reruns of Deep Space Nine while she was growing up and it was their way of bonding. While that tradition didn’t happen as often when Beth started high school, she and Yolanda (who had watched Voyager with her brother and cousins) eventually start a tradition of watching Star Trek Discovery

Beth and Yolanda’s love for Star Trek is often a point of contention with Rick and Courtney, who are both Star Wars fans. It’s been the subject of a lot of arguments about what to watch for JSA marathons. Pat is usually the tie breaker

Beth learned how to garden from her grandma Beatrice, who raises African violets in her rooftop garden. Beth’s backyard isn’t big enough for a garden so instead she keeps all sorts of plants in her room, including little teacup succulents on her bedroom windowsill and in honeycomb shelves

While her backyard’s too small for a garden, there’s a pink dogwood tree and she loves reading and having picnics under it when it’s in bloom. In the summer Beth makes her own butterfly feeders and hang them from the tree and watch the butterflies gather

She grew up listening to Schoolhouse Rock thanks to her dad, who would play their songs in the kitchen whenever he made breakfast on Saturday mornings while she was growing up. Even now, Beth sings along to them whenever she hears them and Chuck starting adding them to karaoke mode, including her favourites “Three is a Magic Number”, “The Tale of Mr Morton”, and “The Energy Blues”

When she was in middle school, she started using the melody of Schoolhouse Rock songs to memorize things like country names and the periodic table. She used the latter to help Rick memorize different elements for his chem class. Yolanda actually caught Rick softly singing to himself at his locker when he was searching for his notes for one last read through

“Beth got you to sing? Willingly?” “I wasn't singing, you’re hearing things.”

Courtney is weirded out by the fact that Beths texts with Mike of all people, but it's mostly through gifs, emojis, and random memes. She has no idea what they even talk about, saying that Beth texts with Mike more often than she does with Rick, much to the latter’s annoyance. In reality Beth and Mike talk about robotics competitions, the latest episode of whatever they were binging (this week was Julie and the Phantoms), and their ongoing bet on when Courtney and Yolanda will finally get together

If Beth wins, Mike has to help upgrade her costume and if he wins, she owes him an ice cream cake

“It's like their own little nerd language, it makes no sense.”

Her style icon when she was little was Ms Frizzle. Beth thought that Ms Frizzle’s themed dresses and jewellery were so cool and she wanted to dress up like her. She still loves Ms Frizzle’s style and you can see the influence it has on Beth’s fashion from bright colours, unique patterns, and quirky jewellery

Beth has a special section in her closet for Ms Frizzle like outfits that she wears to the children’s library she volunteers at. It makes her very popular with the kids there

She actually dressed up as Ms Frizzle for Halloween in seventh grade

Despite being on opposite sides, Beth and Cindy have a begrudging respect for each other similar to Betty and Wilhelmina’s relationship on Ugly Betty, Beth being the JSA member that Cindy tolerates the most

Cindy begrudgingly thinks that she does know a thing or two about fashion because she often upcycles clothes. Courtney’s surprised that Beth’s still alive after she said that Cindy dresses like an evil PTA mom within earshot, though she did kidnap Beth a few times for a shopping spree

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping!” “Did you just quote Mean Girls?”

The first time they had a standoff, Cindy went “please, I’m Japanese, you’re Black, we’re not talking around this thing like a couple of dull white people”

Cindy once called Rick a feral raccoon and smirked when it made Beth accidentally burst out laughing

While Beth is more than confident with her personal style, but she’s still very new to makeup in general. Yolanda and Artemis (even Cindy much to everyone’s shock) have taken it upon themselves to help experiment with makeup and find out what she likes. Beth immediately knows that she doesn’t like mascara, even as Yolanda scolds her to stay still while she’s trying to put mascara on her

“You’re making it seem like I’m torturing you.” “Your superhero costume has claws, that doesn’t exactly scream safe.” “I’ll have you know I’m very practiced with my claws, now stay still!”

Beth likes the lipsticks and glosses much better, she likes the different colours and how it feels on her lips

She has to get used to the feeling of makeup on her face in general, but she doesn’t mind it and she’s shocked when she looks in the mirror. It’s still very much her, but it's like she’s glowing. She can’t stop smiling and the girls all look at her fondly

And they also exchange knowing looks, knowing that Rick is going to lose his mind

She did a history report on Bessie Coleman in middle school and she eventually drew inspiration for her Dr Mid-Nite costume from looking at photos of Bessie’s pilot outfit

Beth and her mom often did ceramics classes when she was a kid. They weren’t very good at it at first, but the little lopsided knick knacks they made always made them laugh. Beth and Bridget got better over the years with Beth painting colours and patterns on whatever her mom helped her make before they went into the kiln. She thought they would be plain otherwise and Bridget agreed with her

While ceramics classes have since stopped, they still use the honeycomb mugs and planters that they made and painted when Beth was in middle school. Bridget uses one for the aloe vera plant she keeps in her office at the hospital

Beth is allergic to pineapple. She found out during a school trip in third grade when Henry offered some of his fruit salad and she ended up with a swollen face and tongue, which really freaked Artemis and Cindy out. Yolanda and the villain kids ended up taking care of her until the ambulance came and Beth jokes that it was the one time the JSA and ISA kids worked together on something

She now carries an epipen in her backpack and Rick has taken to carrying a backup one in his jacket in case Beth can’t get to her backpack in time

She had a stargazing phase that she never grew out of. Her parents got her a mini telescope for her fifth birthday and Bridget started teaching her about the solar system before Beth started learning about constellations on her own. Bridget jokes that if her daughter hadn’t been set on becoming a doctor, she would’ve gone into astrophysics

Beth still has a telescope set up by her bedroom window. Sometimes when she has trouble sleeping and she’s not in the mood to read, she’ll look for constellations through the telescope while Chuck chimes in with little known star facts

She also has a starry globe nightlight and a constellation globe

She and Rick sometimes have stargazing “dates” out on her back porch. They curl up together in a patio chair with midnight snacks while they watch meteor showers. Sometimes Yolanda and Courtney will join them, curled up together in the other patio chair

Beth and Courtney often have karaoke nights at the Pit Stop after Pat souped up Barbara’s old karaoke machine. The usual playlist includes fun 80s and 90s jams as well as modern songs like Bruno Mars, Lizzo, and Janelle Monae. Yolanda often joins them for girl group songs (Little Mix is a favourite), even though she protests that she’s not much of a singer when she’s not singing Selena songs

Rick gets roped into doing a song too, much to his dismay. Courtney pouts and complains that he has to because there’s an unspoken rule that everyone has to sing

“I don't sing, dammit.” “Oh really, are you forgetting about that little ditty you were singing before your chem test?”

Beth sees how nervous Rick is and decides to go easy on him, finding a slow, bluesy song that he can keep up with and assuring him that even if he can’t croon those long deep notes, everyone will cheer him on. He ends up giving the best performance of the night, shocking the girls and impressing them all

He blushes when he sees Beth looking at him all starry eyed

When Beth was growing up, her family would have game night every Thursday and they were always old fashioned board games like Clue, Scrabble, and Pictionary. Whenever they would play Clue, Beth would always choose to be Miss Scarlett while her dad would switch between Professor Plum and Colonel Mustard. Beth could never beat her mom at Scrabble and it often ended up with Beth’s chemistry words versus Bridget’s medical terms

While game nights have since stopped, James will sometimes have Beth join him for a card game at three or four in the morning after he comes back from a business trip. He taught her how to play games like crazy eights, gin rummy, and cribbage when she was in middle school and it’s now their way of catching up after he comes back from travelling

Both her parents are only children. James’ family was originally from California before he moved to Nebraska for work while Bridget’s family are of Louisiana Creole descent and hail from Omaha. Beth is quite close to Bridget’s side of the family, especially with her second cousin Delphine’s family. Beth sometimes helps look after Delphine’s daughter Eliana whenever she and her husband are in town

Rick once mistook Eliana for Beth’s baby, hilarity ensued

Beth has a love for animals and since the fandom has collectively decided that Beth is a Disney Princess, she has a particular talent for being an accidental animal tamer. During a mission, three of the ISA’s attack dogs made a beeline for her and attacked her with doggie kisses instead of doing their job

The ISA are torn between being pissed (“when the hell did Mid-Nite become an animal tamer?”) and confused. Sportsmaster is vaguely impressed and takes it as a challenge

Later they tried scaring Beth with a python, which only really worked on Yolanda (“oh my god, what is that?”) while Beth just boops the snake on its snout. The snake swooned. So did Rick

After Rick and Yolanda recover from the shock, they look at the trio of attack dogs follow Beth all the way to the Pit Stop and go “we’re not keeping you”. Rick just hopes that the trio are the only attack dogs that follow her back home. He wishes that he had been more specific because he was not expecting an actual maned wolf suddenly coming up and sniffing all over Beth during a visit to the Dugan-Whitmores’ cabin

“What the fuck, where did that come from and why is it all over Beth?!”

It turns out that Beth didn’t realize that she had a cookie in one of her pockets and the maned wolf caught a whiff of it and was now trying to find it. The way it sniffs her is ticklish and she’s laughing the entire time

Once the maned wolf brought over a friend to see Beth and Courtney goes, “aww, he met another–oh my god, that’s a panther!” The panther also wanted one of Beth’s treats and it swooped in between her and Rick and started pawing at her like a spoiled kitten

Rick picked Beth up and carried her inside because “we can’t trust her outside anymore”

#Stargirl #Beth Chapel #Rick Tyler #Hournite #ship it

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knowltonsrangers · 4 years ago

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unfinished/scrapped fics!!

[a/n: omg this is like a huge lot of fics I started and never finished 🤡most of these cut off so quick, I’m so sorry! Most of them are Paul fics I scrapped because I felt like I wasn’t capturing his character correctly. Regardless, please enjoy!]

Nothing [Paul Revere] “You’re staring, Paul,”

It’s Joseph’s comment that snaps him out of his trance, brown eyes falling back to the table to stare down the inside of his beer bottle.

“Was not.”

He dares to argue, receiving a soft chortle from the Doctor beside him. If he’d had any chance of denying it, he’d most certainly blown it.

“I see you’ve taken a liking to y/n.” “So it seems.”

Paul scratches at his chin, bottom lip folded into a tiny pout. If anyone else found out about this, he’d never hear the end of it.

“They’re very nice, Paul. Why don’t you walk on over and say hello,”

He grumbles something under his breath, grabbing the neck of the bottle in front of him and taking a sip.

“What’s the business between them and John?”

If Joseph notices the quick topic change, he doesn’t say a word about it.

“y/n is helping John out with a case, if I remember correctly. Sam had mentioned it a day or so ago.”

Paul doesn’t answer, but takes another drink.

“If you’re so worried about them coddling up to John, why don’t you go talk to them?” “Its not that.”

Ah, so that’s what’s eating the courageous Paul Revere up inside.

“Afraid of rejection, friend?”

It’s his silence that gives him his answer.

“y/n...isn’t like that.”

Paul nods in agreement, but makes no move to get up and talk. There’s a lull in the conversation, one that is only ended by you.

“Good afternoon!”

You greet them both, hugging a stack of Manila folders snug against your chest. John and yourself had just finished up a agonizing round of paperwork, one that you were happy to be finished with.

“Good afternoon,”

Joseph replies with a contagious smile that you couldn’t help but return.

“Afternoon,”

Paul’s tone was no less cheery, gravely voice sending a chill right down your spine. Smile widening, you ask if you can sit. Both men nod, one a bit more enthusiastically then you’d expect.

“Everything going alright with John?”

Paul finds himself asking, thumb tracing the opening of the now empty beer bottle.

“It’s going great! I never expected him to ask me for help.”

You admit.

Sting [Ensign Baker] The irritating sting of sadness poked at your insides, jabbing every time you tried to dismiss the feeling. Trying to rationalize it, you fell short attempting to rid of it. Jostling the bag of takeout carried in one hand, you dug around for the keys using the other hand.

“Hey! Welcome home!”

For a beautiful moment, the emotions flew out the window. Your heart leaped, for being slightly startled and for the amazing sight of Thomas standing in the doorway with open arms.

“Hey! And thanks, happy to be home.”

You answer confidently, because you were happy to be home. He notices the slight deterioration in your mood though, as you bump pass him and put your keys away.

“Everything okay?”

Pretty much feeling your shoulders deflate, you spin to face him with the biggest smile you could pull out of thin air.

“Mhm! Just tired.”

Thomas sends you a look of ‘we’ll talk about it later’ which means he totally knew you were lying—but relieved in the fact he gave you a moment to breathe before bringing it up.

“I’ll take this-“

He reaches for the bag that held both of your food, and your work bag. You comply, letting them both fall limp in his arms.

“You get changed, okay?” “Sounds like a plan.”

You shoot him a double thumbs up, a small smile twitching at his lips.

Rain [Paul Revere] The air was humid, but somehow a gentle breeze filtered through. You hadn’t seen Paul so at peace, no tension filled shoulders in sight. He walked hand in hand with you, giving it a tiny squeeze every now and again. It made your knees weak the small smile he gave you when he turned to get your attention.

“(y/n), I think it’s going to rain.”

You tilt your head upwards, noticing the dark clouds rolling in rather fast. Something swelled in your chest though.

“What a shame,”

Offering him a sad smile now, you lean your head against his shoulder.

“It’s been such a nice day.”

Identity [Paul Revere]

Paul was usually meticulous with his work, eyes ever focused and glued on his projects. Although, you could carry a conversation with him while he worked, he’s quite the multitasker. He chats along with you as you perch yourself somewhere in the garage. But, there were times when you wished he would just be a little less risky, and a bit more careful—

“Shit!”

It startles you, eyes yanking away from the book you previously had your nose in. Paul nearly threw his hammer, it clattering on to the work bench as his face scrunched up in pain. He immediately grabbed at his hand, squeezing it as if it would alleviate any pain.

“Oh my god, did you just hit your hand?”

Jumping off the counter, you begin to fret, worry bubbling. He’s hidden several wounds from you before, because they “didn’t hurt that badly”. Burns, scars, bruises-but hearing him get such injury is clenching your chest with agony.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.”

Paul grumbles, giving the hammer a nasty glower. You ignore his blatant lie and reach for his hand.

“C’mon Hon, really. It’s fine.” “I told you to wear gloves, at least,”

Ignoring him once more, he finally relents and releases his injured appendage.

“Paul, seriously? I can actually see it throbbing.”

Burnt [Paul Revere]

A man of many, many words, suddenly rendered speechless and dwindled down to a mere blushing mess.

“You think so?”

Half of him felt rather betrayed by his own mind, but the other half felt surrendered to the fluttering in his chest. You just looked so…so alluring, features lit up by the stars. His calloused fingers twitched just to be so close to yours, and his heart began to beat louder and louder and louder—

“I think so,”

You agreed, finally coming to a semi-conclusion that the constellation was Ursa Major. Fingers tapping on the warm blanket, you wondered if you looked at the sky long enough, would it hide your rosy cheeks.

“You know your stuff.”

Shoulders slumping a bit in relaxation, you turn to give him a small smile.

“That’s all John. I’m guilty of using his telescope every once in a while.”

A twinge of jealously catches in his chest, but it fades rather fast.

“You know, (y/n),

Jersey Skies [Ensign Baker]

There’s something absolutely beautiful about when you sit beside him in the backseat of the car, shoulder to shoulder, and nearly the same height. It just adds to the long, long list of things that you admire about him, and seeing his brown eyes after a long day is almost sleep inducing. Almost. “Is there something on my face?” He’d been so mesmerized by the lights blurring by out the window just moments before, that you’d thought you could get away with it. “Yeah…wait what?” You shake off the dazed feeling, shoulders rising in embarrassment of being caught staring. It’s dark, the only light illuminating is those from storefronts and neon signs. Although partied out, both of you remain sober, so the loopy lovey dove feelings butterflying in your stomach were not due to intoxication. “ Even [Enoch Hale] As best as you tried to hide it, you are almost certain Enoch had seen the flash of confusion that came across your face. It was like staring at two of him, they nearly looked like twins-the only way to tell was because Enoch was a just a bit shorter.

“It’s really a pleasure to meet you, y/‘n.”

Nathan grins down at you, and you can’t help but smile back, because it’s so utterly contagious. He was a ball of energy, something that clearly bothers Enoch, as he is rolling his eyes to the high heavens from behind.

“The pleasures all mine, really.”

You insist, giving in to the glee that you’ve finally met one of Enoch’s siblings. He has eleven, so you’ve barely made anything but a dent, but it still progress.

“It’s so coincidental that you’d happen to be in town, Nathan.”

At the sound of his voice, the blonde jerks his head up. Something piqued his interest in the statement.

“Oh? Well, I’d heard from Samuel-“ “Rat.”

You push back a laugh.

“I’m sure you pried it out of him.” “No-well, maybe.”

There’s a twinkle in his eye that screams his guilt. Enoch sighs.

“Now that you’ve met y/n, is there any other aspect of my life you’d like to tread on?” “Absolutely.”

Nathan takes a long intake of air, starting to count on his fingers.

“Why don’t you—“ “Never mind. I regret asking.”

Really [Robert Townsend] “Seven across, first Doctor Mid-nite.”

He’s standing in the doorway to the living room, his crossword from the newspaper in hand and a pen behind his ear.

“Sorry?” “Seven across. Who’s the first Doctor Mid-nite?” “McNider.”

Robert grumbles something along the lines of ‘who would actually know that but you’ and scribbles it in while balancing the paper on the wall.

“That was actually a crossword question?”

You can feel your eyebrow quirk upwards in stupor.

“Yeah. Figured you would know.” “Didn’t you ever read All-American comics?”

#sul writes #paul revere #ensign baker #Robert Townsend #enoch hale

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ihassheepquake · 5 years ago

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Stargirl 1.05 "Hourman and Dr. Mid-Nite" has officially hit DCU, and as usual I am here to talk about it.

A quick little backstory for Rick right at the start. It's sad and feels very TASM2, and if I'm being honest I think it would hit a little harder if we had been with Rick more than once so far this season but it does a good job in setting him up nonetheless.

A quick namedrop for my favourite little magic twink, and (more importantly) he continues to be an influence. Now the one adult in this whole deal is getting suspicious of the ISA in Blue Valley.

Look at Beth being all sneaky. Easily getting confirmation that it was in fact Yo and Court she saw last week (which btw girls, maybe dont talk about your double life in the middle of you school hallway, just saying). And then using her airpods so she can continue to gather Intel, nice. Slightly related, Artemis better get her chance to be a hero at some point.

Pat, Rick, and Court all meeting for the first time. Pat expertly figures out exactly who Rick is and the little hourglass goes crazy when Rick shows up, which leads to making Court look crazy to Rick. Fun times.

I cannot believe Beth gets the goggles because of the dog. Iconic. And the goggles are an AI, that's cool (they have a fucking Twitter mood holy shit). Looks like the original Dr. Midnight (Ryan McNider) was blind, which I thought was Beth's thing? I know the lore is that one of three people to take the name was blind during the day but I'm not 100% sure who so if any comic fans know and wanna share feel free.

Classic Halloween party scene, I'm into it. I wonder how much the Lizzo song cost. Gods I hate Cindy so much. And look at Henry Jr starting to develop his powers. How Rick gets the hourglass and discovers his powers is fun, live that the first thing he does is go fuck with his piece of shit Uncle. Glad to se the predictions on how Beth and Rick join the squad were correct.

Poor Beth. It seems like she was a really sheltered kid and her parents have left her with very little social skills to fall back on now that's been thrown back to the wolves. Yay for her coming in and getting Rick to join up though.

Show has a real thing for school buses around drama. I wonder if it happens to be the same one from 1.03? The Fiddler is officially revealed, or (more accurately) confirmed. The Lantern is acting up, foreshadowing. And Pat now knows something is up with Courtney.

Courtney is really good at the hero speech thing. And I love the emphasis she always puts on things being their (her and the other kids) choice. It's not the typical "great power great responsibility" thing. It's refreshing and I really love getting to see these characters make use of their agency. I think that aspect of her character is going to play a big role in the eventual redemption arcs we'll get the ISA's kids.

Next week is 1.06 "The Justice Society" so get ready for the teams first official mission together. Looks like they're facing off with Sportsmaster and Tigress. How well will they be able to work together? The formula for this kinda show dictates that something needs to cause the team to fall apart and then bring them back together (we're already at the midseason in two more episodes so this mission could very well be it, and Joey inspired Courtney to form the group so he might be what brings back together somehow, idk I just want him to live). That's all I have for this episode and I cant wait to see where we'll go next.

#stargirl spoilers #dcu stargirl #stargirl cw #stargirl (dctv)#stargirl #courtney whitmore #yolanda montez #rick tyler #beth chapel #wildcat #hourman #dr midnite #pat dugan #stripe #the fiddler #joey zarick #sheep talks superheroes

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