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thewanderingace · 3 years ago

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Okay I'm a little less emotional now and I've processed a bit so here's my disorganized thoughts during and about Lucifer season 6

Massive MASSIVE amount of spoilers under the cut!!

Lucifer has been my favorite show for the last 5 years and I've been through so many ups and downs with it that saying goodbye to it was HARD. The whole season just utterly wrecked me. I think I cried at least twice an episode but the final 2 episodes was non stop sobbing. Non stop.

To me, it felt like this season was one long goodbye and I loved it. Not just the cast and crew saying goodbye to the fans and the show but it gave us a way to say our goodbyes to the characters through them and I'm grateful for that. Did it hurt like a bitch the whole time? Oh yeah. My heart aches. But we got to say goodbye and it's not often we get to do that with tv shows. Even if not everything went the way I wanted to, I'm okay with that. I cried my eyes out the whole time and for hours afterwards but now that my emotions have settled somewhat, I'm okay with it all. I kinda like the bittersweetness of it.

Overall I loved the final season. It had some great funny moments, soooooo much intimate Deckerstar I mean the love between them is palpable every second they're together, and so many great character moments. This was really about the characters and the emotions and less about murders and action and plot. And as a fan of emotional character moments I loved that. And Tom's acting was fucking out of this world. I mean they all were but Tom especially gave the performance of a lifetime in my opinion.

Going into this final season my checklist of things I want to see happen was as follows:

Ella finds out the truth about the celestials

Lucifer does not become God. In fact I want him to focus on changing hell and helping people move on past their guilt and go to Heaven. Like Dan. I want him to help people like Dan. Or just change the system entirely so people like Dan don't end up in Hell

Amenadiel does become God

Linda continues being the therapist to the celestials

No more Maze and Lucifer fighting with each other

Dan moving on to Heaven and being with Charlotte

Ella being happy with Carol

Deckerstar happy and together at the end

That was everything I wanted and you know what? I GOT IT!

Ella not only found out that they were all celestials, she figured it out on her own!! She's so smart! And I love how she was just 100% cool with it all because her faith has always been so strong. It was the fact that they didn't tell her that upset her and yeah I'm upset about that too and I really wish one of them had told her that they didn't tell her because they didn't want to hurt her. Linda and Chloe both knew how difficult it was for them to learn and Lucifer saw how affected they were. So they were in a way trying to protect Ella from pain. She had every right to be mad and upset. But I'm thrilled she is in the know now and the way she ran after Amenadiel to see him fly was amazing.Just the look on her face as she saw an angel fly was perfect.

I liked Linda's boredom with human problems as a therapist and how she's feeling unfulfilled in regular day to day problems. It's something I wondered about last season and I'm glad it was addressed. And I love that she continues to treat celestials like Adam XD. I wonder if her practice will just turn into a celestial therapy practice. Angels, demons, etc. All are welcome and she'd be amazing at it.

This is the best that Lucifer and Maze's relationship has ever been and I am LOVING IT! He asked for her advice and she didn't make fun of him or say something mean, she actual gave him her advice and he listened to it! Maze then supported his awkward ways of trying to get to know Rory and tried to show Rory that's he's trying! And when she asked him for help with Adam he came! And he listened to her!! She said her feelings and he listened!! And reacted appropriately!! AND HELPED HER!! "My best fiends wedding" omg!!! AND THEN!! He openly admits that she's his best friend during his goodbye!! I love it!! And he opens his arms for a hug!! AND THEY ACTUALLY HUGGED!!! Maze and Lucifer this season was so good!!!!

I had a feeling even before going into this season that Lucifer would not end up as God but that Amenadiel would and I am soooo glad that that is what happened! Lucifer as God didn't feel right and I'm glad there was a several episode long arc of Lucifer slowly coming to realize that not only is it not his calling but he doesn't want to do that job. He wants to help people but not like that. I love that growth for him.

I actually really liked Carol and I think he and Ella are cute together and I hope they'll be very happy. I mean the cuteness factor of them doing bad karate moves together nearly killed me. I also loved that Ella's trauma with Pete didn't go away but was embraced. Of course she wouldn't be okay after all that and I'm glad the writers didn't ignore it.

THE DECKERSTAR!!! THIS SEASON WAS PEAK DECKERSTAR AND I AM LIVING!!!! Where do I even start with this?! The Deckerstar love this season was so high that it destroyed me at the end. I mean the touches, the looks, the hugs, the kisses, the dancing, the dates, the beach cuddle, the nose kisses, the forehead kisses, the casual I love yous, the flying together, sexy times, the mutual support for each other, the pure LOVE between was so incredible. The fact that they had to be separated for so long, Lucifer alone in Hell and Chloe raising two kids alone, fucking hurts me heart so damn much but we got so many wonderful moments with them that it will sustain me. I mean their goodbye was so fucking beautiful and I'm devastated. It wouldn't so much if they're love wasn't so beautiful.

Some other things I really enjoyed about the season:

Lucifer geeking out about magic! That was hilarious and I loved how he tried so hard to not know how the tricks worked.

All of Episode 3. I really enjoyed this episode for a variety of reasons. 1 being the funny craziness of the cartoon hell loop. I mean that was bonkers and I couldn't stop laughing. I loved it. I also loved seeing Lucifer under control of the hell loop and how he made it so Jimmy could be with him mom. But what I loved most about it is this glimpse into what I assume Chloe and Lucifer are doing post show (also kinda confirmed by Ildy and Joe). We see the two of them investigating people's (Jimmy Barnes') hell loops for answers to their guilt in order to help them move onto Heaven. I love that with all my heart. They both continue to help people, Lucifer using what he's learned from Linda to help them with their emotions and Chloe using her badass detective skills to find the answers. They're gonna help so many people.

Lucifer's realization that he ends up caring for people he tries to help and how that's actually a good thing. That it's something to embrace. He's come so far emotionally and I'm so proud of him.

Lucifer's to do list made me laugh so much. Look at this:

Become God

Prove I love Rory

Check in with Father Frank

Azrael's blade still secure?

Start calling Dan "Casper"

Rewatch Bones

Visit Sao Paulo

Try Golden Gate with Chloe First of all the second thing is to prove he loves Rory? AORABLE!! But what caught my eye next is check in with Father Frank. FATHER FRANK!! IS HE IN HELL?!?! DOES LUCIFER CHECK IN WITH HIM A LOT??? Rewatch Bones! Call Dan Casper! I don't even want to know what Golden Gate is XD

Dad!Lucifer. Oh my god I never expected to enjoy Lucifer as a dad as much as I did. Lucifer would have been the best dad and he proved that. The presents he would have given his daughter were perfect, the talks between the two of them, the love he has for Rory was palpable and beautiful. I mean he barely knew her for a few moments and he immediately fell in love with her and would do anything for her. He loved Rory so much and he so desperately wanted to be in her life and it KILLS me that he didn't get to do that. His face when she made him promise to not change things was DEVASTATING! He wanted to be her dad. He wanted to see her grow up. And he didn't get that chance!! I HATE THIS!!! He would have been/was the best dad ever! The montage of them spending the day together was perfection. Sumo wrestling, water balloon fights, shopping, snacks, watching Bones together, his face while listening to her talk about More Bones. It was perfect and exactly how Lucifer would be as a Dad. Fun, attentive, caring. I'm heartbroken.

All of Episode 9. This, to me, felt like the episode for us and the cast and the crew to say goodbye and I'm so grateful for it. Lucifer making the round and saying his goodbyes had me sobbing. I loved them all and I love that Lucifer got say all the things he felt to the people he loved most before he had to leave. Each one was so perfect. Him telling Linda how much he loved her and she is the "most wonderful friends that a devil could ever have". Him telling Ella he was sorry and how he didn't want to leave without her knowing again and the "Ella Lopez STEM Initiative"!!!! I'm gonna cry. Even when he's gone she'll never forget him because of this. Him giving Lux to Amenadiel and telling him that "of all our siblings, I am glad it's you I spent all this time on Earth with. Because you are my favorite brother, brother." I'm dead. Him telling Maze that she is his best friend and he's sorry he didn't always treat her that way. THEIR HUG! His final moment with Dan being the clincher in getting him to Heaven. AND THE FINAL BEACH DAY WITH CHLOE AND RORY WAS SO PERFECT I'M CRYING! The three of them on the drive, Chloe drinking too much champaign, the cuddling on the sand, Lucifer and Rory hugging and their whole talk about how he felt after his father abandoned him. I loved it so much. My only complaint is that I wanted a scene with Trixie too.

Lucifer's love of Bones was really on point this season. I love that detail.

Maze and Eve's wedding. WAS. BEAUTIFUL! I loved their dresses, Linda walking Maze down, Eve owning her own person, their vows, their love, their reception, Maze and Trixie doing their handshake, Dan attending, Lucifer and Chloe being all lovey dovey, Maze's demon family attending as zombies. I loved it all!

Ghost Dan was both crazy funny and so fucking sad. I'm glad he was still here this season and got this arc. Him working through his guilt and moving onto Heaven. I knew all along that Dan's guilt he hadn't worked on was him leaving Trixie and not being a good father to her since he avoided seeing her. I loved that he got a chance to talk to her and that she told him he was being a dummy and she loved him so much.

The music choices. I already lost it at Hazy Shade of Winter but then they went and chose BLACK PARADE for the final scene in Hell and as soon as that first note hit, the fucking G note, I sobbed even harder (as if that was possible).

Bob and Katya cameos!!!

And on that note, I loved all of Lucifer's singing moments. Always do.

Dan playing ping pong with Baliol

But for all the things I loved, there were a few I did not. It's bound to happen and even though they're big they don't change my overall positive feelings about the season.

Here are the things I didn't like:

No Trixie. We barely had any Trixie this season and I hate it. I'm very very happy she was at Maze and Eve's wedding but why was that basically it! Luci didn't even say goodbye to her! They should have had a goodbye scene! Actually, he didn't have any scenes with her in the whole season except forthat tiny scene at the wedding when she asks them when they're getting married and he flounders and she laughs. THAT'S ALL WE GOT!!! I WANTED MORE DAMMIT! SHE WASN'T EVEN THERE WHEN CHLOE DIED!! The scene when she talks to Dan killed me though. I loved that.

This is the biggie. The one that gives me an immense amount of pain and anguish when I think about it because it's so damn sad. Lucifer never gets to see his daughter grow up, never gets to have his family, never sees his family again when they're alive, never gets to spend his life with Chloe on Earth. I understand why he needed to go and stay away from Rory. I do. I get it. But it doesn't make it hurt any less that he spent so so long alone in Hell again. That Chloe had to raise Rory on her own. That Lucifer didn't get to be there for Chloe while she was pregnant, didn't get to see Rory be born, didn't get to be there for her first or watch her grow. And he wanted to be there soooooo badly. It hurts to think about. Does he at least get visits from Amenadiel during this time? Does he get to visit with everyone else, Chloe even, if Rory doesn't know about it? Does he get to know how they're doing? Do they all talk about Lucifer and say they miss him and hope he's okay? Does he get to go up to Heaven occasionally and visit Dan and Charlotte and his siblings? He and Chloe sacrificed so much, Lucifer literally giving up EVERYTHING, so that they're daughter would find her peace. I hate this. It hurts so much.

That's about it I guess. I'm pretty satisfied with everything else.

Oh here are some of my headcanons I use to ease the pain in heart (which turns out both Ildy and Joe all but confirmed after I thought of them but before I could post them. So yay for that!):

Lucifer did stop by and visit Earth during those years as long as he was sure Rory wouldn't find out. A few minutes here and there to see Linda and Charlie, Maze and Eve, and if he could, a few moments with Chloe. Maybe sent notes or stole a few minutes alone with her. All that matter was Rory not knowing it. And if that really couldn't happen then....

Amenadiel visits his brother all the time. He tells him about his family in Earth. How they're doing, what they've been up to, if they're safe happy and healthy. He tells him all about chloe and rory and brings tons of photos so even though he can't be there in person, he still knows how their lives are.

After Chloe dies and joins him in hell they occassionally take vacations. Now, chloe can't go to earth cause she's dead but they can go to heaven. So they vacation there. Lucifer flies her up and they visit with their family and then have beach days or dance or whatever their heart desires until they go back. Maybe they all have a party together.

Lux is now a part of Hell and is where they live happily together. Since he has control over hell loops he made one into Lux.

After Chloe dies, Rory flies to be with her family in hell as well and she and Lucifer spend eons making up for the time they both missed out on.

Rory and Lucifer go to Earth and check in on Trixie all the time.

Deckerstar spend an eternity happy, helping people work through their guilt and move on to Heaven.

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tardisbadwolfrose · 3 years ago

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For the character thing, please do Rose Tyler

Ooo thats fun. I was not expecting a doctor who character. Ok. Lets go.

Why I like them: part of it is just because she was my first companion. I fell in love with Doctor Who through her. But also, theres something to be said for a perfectly normal, ordinary person with flaws and who probably doesnt think much of themselves, who is young and naive and loving, who ends up doing extraordinary things without some preternatural destiny guiding them. The only other companion who really hit on that was Bill. Donna had a bit, but there were elements of s4 that implied that it was all some sort of prophecy coming together. The DoctorDonna and all that. Rose really was so ordinary. Even Bad Wolf was born of something so ordinary, so human, this intense love and desire to protect. Rose was, in so many ways, such a perfect first companion, because from the beginning shes such an every girl. And she has so much compassion for so many. Everytime she interacts with people, especially people who work for other people, she treats them like people and like equals. Theres the mechanic in "the end of the world," gwenyth, etc. I just... Ugh. I love her. Bills still my fave, but rose is a VERY close second.

Why I don't like them: her selfishness. I dont know if its really that I dont like her because of it, because I like that she has a real, human flaw, and its a real reason that people might dislike them. It means shes well written, and feels real and human. But it still bugs me. Especially in s1, but even in parts of s2. She treats Mickey and her mother with this dissmissiveness, which is very immature. Like she thinks they only exist when shes around. She gets called on it though, and pretty early on. She never fixes it fully, especially where Jackie is concerned, but she makes an effort. But you can especially see it in school reunion, with her jealousy of sarah jane. She has a problem with the people she loves fully having lives outside of her, especially when those lives seem like a threat to the one shes creating.

Favorite Episode: the Parting of ways, fear her, turn left, or stolen earth/journeys end. Aka, im a simple girl with simple pleasures, and those pleasures are rose being a badass/saving the day. Special mention for the idiot lantern bc i must have watched it 20 times and they give me LIFE the doctor and rose in that episode.

Favorite season: 2. Shes starting to get more confident and sure of herself, but shes still human and flawed.

Favorite Line: whatever the hell she says during the christmas invasion, when shes trying to get the sycorax to leave. Its utter bull, makes zero sense, and its beautiful.

OTP: Doctor/Rose. Any doctor. Im a little desperate to see rose/thirteen. Also Rose/doctor/river. If ianto didnt exist, id say rose/jack/doctor, but alas, he does.

Favorite outfit: oh god. Either the one in the unquiet dead, the idiot lantern, the long game, or the doctor dances. There are so many more though. Her costuming was brilliant.

BroTP: rose and jack.

Headcanon: you mean besides time lord/immortal Rose? Ok here it goes.

So when Rose dropped out of high school for Jimmy Stone, she ran away. Went off on tour with Stone and his band. While on tour, she got.very close to the other band members, including the lead singer/lyricist, a very cute 20 yr old Welshman going through his rebellious phase named Ianto Jones, who helped her figure out she needed to go home and, in the process realized he needed to stop rebelling and start acting like a mature adult, leading to him eventually signing on with Torchwood. Meanwhile, Rose is stranded all the way in Paris because she won't stay on that tour bus with Jimmy, and she's terrified to call her mum, who had told her she'd never forgive her if she ran off and wasted her life on Jimmy. Penniless and desperate, walking alone in the rain, Rose thinks she's never going to make it back to London when she almost gets run over by a car after forgetting to watch where she's going and wandering into the street. The driver swerves and just barely miss her, and after pulling over, a man hops out of the car and starts admonishing her, when Rose bursts into tears. Feeling badly, the man insists on taking her home. She tells him home is in London, too far away for her to accept, but the man refuses to listen, telling her he was heading to London anyway, and here, why don't you borrow my cell phone and call your mum, I'm sure she wants you home. He's right of course, and Jackie cries from relief at hearing from her and is thrilled she's coming home. The man's name was Rory, she learned on the drive, and he was married to a wonderful woman who he loved named Amy, and they lived in Leeds but he was travelling around from work and he was heading from Paris to London because of it. It took six hours to gt back to London, and once they got there, her mum treated Rory to breakfast and he went on his way and rose never saw him again.

Yes, it was that Rory. He was with Amy and the Doctor and he got stranded in Paris in the early 2000's and he wasn't heading into London at all but he felt very bad about almost hitting the poor girl with his car and he recognized her from an old picture he found while he was wandering the Tardis and he brought it to the doctor to ask him about it and the Doctor got very sad and very quiet and walked very quickly away from the conversation and Rory figured that meant that he used to travel with her and there was a sad story in there somewhere and he was curious about the girl and how she'd inspire that kind of emotion from a man he'd rarely seen care about anything real.

Should I make this a fanfiction? I kind of want to make this an actual fic... Anyway.

Unpopular opinion: ...She is a very much not straight woman. I don't know if that's unpopular, but it isn't popular. Or at least, it isn't talked about.

A wish: That she comes back in S13 and we see a reunion. I am but a simple girl with simple pleasures and I have been WAITING WITH BATED BREATH FOR A ROSE COMEBACK FOR YEARS AND I AM O V E R D U E.

An OMG-Please-Don't-Ever-Happen: For a character that is no longer in the show there isn't much I can say. I'd be very disappointed if they brought Rose back and ruined it but that requires them to bring her back first.

5 words that best describe them: Kind, good, jealous, badass, loving

My nickname for them: I don't really have one

Give me more characters! I love this!

#doctor who #new who #rose tyler #rory williams #ianto jones #jack harkness #characters #my favorite characters #nine #ten #ninth doctor #tenth doctor

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dodgergilmore · 4 years ago

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1: Also I would VERY MUCH love to hear more of your thoughts on season 3. It always annoys me to NO END how people who hate them think that fans love them for their season 3 relationship despite the fact that other fans have mentioned numerous times that it's not because they thought their relationship was perfect, but that they didn't get a real chance where both of them were at a better place in their life.

Continued: It's very obvious in the season that their relationship actually DOES work in the sense that they get along when there's no outside pressures in the form of Lorelai/Dean, that they actually like spending time with each other and do dates, but the issue is that we never got enough of that, only the big arguments were placed in the forefront which imo is unfair because it further gives people 'proof' that Dean saying that Jess treats her 'like trash' is true, when in fact it's very much not (also it's just obvious shipper bias how many people, particularly r*gans love focusing on the negative aspects of Lit but just sweep aside all the issues Logan has in seasons 5/6, hell even in season 7 with how he proposed to Rory and then immediately ended their long term relationship when she couldn't say yes to him). It's also more than justified for fans to be intrigued of the possibility of older Lit when both Jess and Rory have their own lives that are more separate from the influence of Stars Hollow/Jess's turbulent past, because not only is Jess more mature, more open and just more stable and sure of himself, Rory now has to make decisions for herself and not based off of what Lorelai or anyone else says for her to do. And, although I'm in the minority with this opinion, even though Rory's writing in AYITL was awful in terms of fleshing out how and just why she is at this state, without allowing people to be more sympathetic, I'm not gonna suddenly go against her being with Jess simply because people think he 'pined' for her all these years when it's clear that he's not holding his life back for her, but merely in his own way, will always love her. And what I mentioned about her and Jess finally having a relationship that isn't influenced by anyone outside of it still stands for this, especially when Rory's gotta put her life back together now and Jess would imo offer support, the same way she tried to do it when he was younger and unsure of his capabilities. But yeah even discrediting AYITL, an adult relationship between them would truly be a positive thing

Okay I’ve had my morning coffee so I am ready + this is definitely going to warrant a read more!

Exactly!! I have never seen anyone claim their season 3 relationship was great. We don’t get to see them just be happy and hanging out together – even though we’re explicitly told they’re together often – unless it’s to set up conflict and I think a big part of that comes from the fact that Milo was already being written out of the show before the characters even got together.

They’ve always liked just spending time together and I love how that ends up being a constant thread throughout their relationship, be it in a romantic context or not, with season 4 being an obvious exception but at that point they were still confronting the completely unresolved ending to their relationship. But anyway, getting back to season 3...

Let me just repeat myself here: Dean cast a looming shadow over the entirety of the Rory and Jess relationship in season 3. That’s not to say that they would have been together forever if Dean hadn’t been there because I think it was inevitable for their paths to diverge (and eventually come back together!) – of course it would have been nice for them to grow together but in terms of canon, I actually like that they got to experience life independent of each other. However, Dean’s presence definitely exacerbated the issues in the Rory and Jess relationship. (I don’t mean to frame this in a way that everything wrong with Rory and Jess’ relationship has to do with Dean, I’m just examining the ways in which his role in the narrative had an influence on their relationship)

The Dean/Rory/Jess love triangle had been building up for almost a year by the time we get to 3x07 so we as viewers are ready for it to culminate in a big, dramatic, exciting way and it certainly delivers in that regard because it made for good television but it’s a shaky starting point for Rory and Jess. Before Rory even has time to cry to her mother, or even just tell her mother about the breakup with Dean, she’s already swept up in a new relationship. For that reason, an interesting “what-if” to consider is what if Dean had ended the relationship once he realised she liked Jess in 2x18? But that doesn’t happen, so from this point on Rory slowly becomes aware of her growing feelings for Jess while still being in a relationship with Dean and she feels guilty, obviously! Once she’s with Jess, she feels like she has to make things right with Dean. On top of that, Rory was always being told by the town and her mother about how Dean was the perfect boyfriend and, oh, she was so lucky to have him as her first boyfriend! Regardless of how false that whole narrative rings to me as a viewer, this puts Rory in a position where she is always comparing Jess to Dean; by Rory’s own admission in 3x09 she says she feels like the town is watching them and she’s right, they are watching! There is this pressure put on her to have her life perfectly together, which is an impossible and even damaging standard to be placing onto any teenager. At this point, Lorelai is still heavily involved in Rory’s romantic life but because Lorelai plays friend more often than mother, she has always made her stance on Jess very clear and consequently, Rory doesn’t feel she can talk openly to her mother when she has issues with Jess and this is unfamiliar territory for Rory. In the first episode with Rory and Jess together, Lorelai is already saying things like, “But I never expected you to be with Dean forever, just like I don’t expect you to be with Jess forever.” As much as she says she’s supportive, Rory never actually feels her support. For these reasons, we don’t get to see much of Rory addressing or confronting her relationship with Jess throughout season 4 – we see her play it cool or “stoic” with Lorelai and the townies but we see it’s an act to some extent when talking with Lane in 4x22 or with Jess – “I have actually thought about this moment. A lot.” that whole speech she gives feels like it’s been something she’s been holding onto for a while and never been able to vocalise. Back to season 3: Rory feels she has to hide things from Jess like she did with Dean because she was always trying to avoid a fight with him (which is.....☹️), failing to realise that Jess is not Dean, and thus begins the miscommunication problems throughout their relationship. All of this to say... Rory has no other point of reference for relationships, so I understand where she is coming from during season 3!

Now for Jess we go back to the 3x07 for a moment: obviously this is all open to interpretation but he looks very surprised and also somewhat guilty during the very public Dean and Rory breakup, which I take to mean... he never wanted it to happen, nor expected it to happen, like this. Jess is very aware of how the town and everyone in it views him in comparison to Dean; there’s an insecurity there for Jess “She picked you.” / “God knows why.” because she never actually did choose him and he doesn’t particularly like himself very much at this point. Which brings me to the point that Jess was simply not in a place to be in a relationship – his communication issues were there before he ever got into a relationship with Rory because it’s easier to not deal with things and allow people to have a low opinion of you so that you don’t disappoint them. He really thought the dinner with Emily would be a one and done thing, which highlights both his inexperience with relationships but also his misconception that this relationship could be just him and Rory, see also: “I don't wanna talk to anybody else. I don't like anybody else.” As much as he may love Rory and Luke, they can’t be Jess’ sole support system and he has a lot of personal growing to do. If we are to assume Jimmy was always going to show up in late season 3, I think that’s something that Jess was always going to want to see through. He definitely makes efforts to do better, particularly after 3x15 (there is no way he or Luke didn’t hear that voicemail...) is when we actually see them at their most chill as they’re having movie nights, they’re talking about Rory’s future at Yale, Lane is supportive, Jess is ready to go to prom without complaints, etc. He went after Rory once she leaves the bedroom in 3x19 but the moment he sees Dean, he gives up and we’re back to the looming shadow that is Dean. Without that shadow, I think they could have at least ended things on better terms.

Rory saying, “I don’t want to deal with this.” after seeing Jess in his car in 4x12 really is a good summation of their romantic relationship lmao 🙃

That proposal really was so.........yikes!!

Yeah, I have never gotten the impression that Jess has been pining after Rory all these years. I remember coming onto the internet after watching AYITL and being so confused by how heated people were with regard to that parting look in Fall. From everything we saw – which was very little, admittedly – Jess seems very content with his life and in a place of stability, continuing to mature and better himself since the last time we saw him. For what it’s worth, my interpretation of The Window Look(tm) is that Jess meant it when he told Luke that he was over Rory, and it’s not something he had been consciously thinking about until he went to the window and was like, “Hm..........” and the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in so many years before Summer is actually kind of... reassuring to me? I guess in my mind, once they become consistent figures in each other’s lives then it becomes more difficult to understand why they aren’t together because it would progress into more. “What’s it been, four years?” / “Maybe more?” does not have to set their futures in stone, leaving no room for development.

I’ve probably said it before but the whole story of first, it was Rory offering Jess support when he was sorting himself out and lacking the stability for a relationship; then it’s Jess offering Rory support when she is sorting out her life and lacking stability is just a very compelling story for me! The parallels! The star-crossed aspect of it all! I would like to see it dot gif

#ask #like i REALLY could not have fit all that into the tags of my last gifset lmao #and now i need a slight break before i answer the next message in my inbox #fayesgifs #oh i messed up the read more #anti dean

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angelrizzoli · 4 years ago

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harriet - sawyer text dump

Is this Sawyer Hudson?

sawyer hudson

It is! How can I help?

Harriet Clarington

this is harriet Clarington. You claimed to own more than one copy of Agnes Grey

sawyer hudson

Ah yes, from the haunted house right? And yes, I do. Would you like to borrow a copy sometime?

Harriet Clarington

Yes. I mean evidently I have read it, I was just curious about this multiple edition scenario

sawyer hudson

I like to collect different editions of books, try to read a new one each time I want to re-read them, just a little hobby of mine. You should see my shelf dedicated entirely to Pride & Prejudice

Harriet Clarington

And you’re on the football team correct?

sawyer hudson

Yeah, been playing for as long as I could remember

Do you have any sport related hobbies?

Harriet Clarington

No. I tend to find organised sport somewhat tedious.

why pride and prejudice

sawyer hudson

That’s fair I guess

More accessible editions than the Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and my girlfriend and I formed a special bond over it when we first met

Harriet Clarington

that’s a very interesting foundation for a relationship. So it isn’t your favourite book then? What is?

sawyer hudson

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, honestly I have a bit of a soft spot for Mark Twain. But I have favourites over every genre and decade really. What’s yours?

Harriet Clarington

Thats wise, I like to see literature as a collective experience. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

Harriet Clarington

I have a somewhat personal question Sawyer Hudson

sawyer hudson

Sure?

Harriet ClaringtonBOT06/11/2020

Don't feel a terrible amount of pressure to answer as I personally probably wouldn't.. but did you feel Dominant before you received your mark

sawyer hudson

Yeah I guess so

I mean, it's hard to answer. I'm the Big Brother of my family and always felt like I had to be in charge and in control to help my mom and step-dad out growing up. I also ended up dating a lot of people who were just naturally more submissive. But sometimes, I doubted myself. Being at my old school and learning more about the mark as a whole really helped

Harriet Clarington

I've always felt that.. my leanings were a deeply private affair. But I'm going to be expelled if I don't choose two more classes..

You seem the decent sort

Do you believe in the system as a whole

sawyer hudson

I do, but whether or not that's just because of the way I was raised, or because it actually works is a whole other discussion. Every societal system of history has pros and cons, but I believe the good outweighs the bad. Especially since there's places like Devereux to help us learn more about it

Harriet Clarington

Do you believe you might have felt differently if you had received the submissive mark? And you think that places like this.. are a positive thing?

sawyer hudson

Maybe, but I feel like if I received the submissive mark, I'd have have more of a submissive nature to get the results, so maybe I would have felt the same regardless. I believe most places like this are a positive thing, it depends on the atmosphere. Devereux is definitely a good one though, trust me on this one.

Harriet Clarington

I feel I’m somewhat at a disadvantage being a switch. Because I feel I have no basis to decide which way I lean, and thus have no way of telling whether I believe in having to lean at all

sawyer hudson

From what I know, a lot of Switches don't have a concrete preference. Things change, they could meet someone who's a Switch with a preference, or a Dominant or submissive, and discover which way they lean then. Some people equally lean both ways, and some don't at all. You know, Fauna's brother feels very similarly, with the lack of preference

Harriet Clarington

I have no particular issue with using titles nor being called by one. Would you be annoyed if another dominant asked you to call them by a title. Rory Flanagan. Perhaps I should talk with him

sawyer hudson

Not really, but unless they're a member of staff, it comes off as insecure. I don't even have Fauna call me a title unless we're scening, but if people feel more comfortable with Titles at All Times, then I''ll do it to keep them happy. Yes, I think so. The conversation might not be what you hoped with him though

Harriet Clarington

I may... require your counsel

sawyer hudson

How's Ash doing?

Harriet Clarington

Ashley is almost ready to leave the hospital. Thank you for your enquiry Sawyer

sawyer hudson

I'm glad to hear it, I hope she makes a speedy recovery. Will you both be staying here for the holidays or try and get yourselves home?

Harriet Clarington

We will be remaining here for the holiday.

she is staying in my room

sawyer hudson

Well I hope you have a nice time under the circumstances, is there anything I can do to help?

Harriet Clarington

Thank you Sawyer, I hope you and Fauna enjoy your time in Belfast. Honestly your concern is a very touching gesture

sawyer hudson

Thank you, I'll bring you back something. Of course, Harriet, you're my friend

Harriet Clarington

That's ever so kind of you Sawyer, though not required

Harriet Clarington

I am not looking forward to this upcoming event

sawyer hudson

What about it are you not looking forward to?

Harriet Clarington

Being submissive

sawyer hudson

I figured, but is there a particular part of submission you don't enjoy?

Harriet Clarington

Rules. I prefer to live on my own terms

Are you not upset?

sawyer hudson

I would be more so if I didn't have Fauna caring for me for the week, but I understand following a set of rules can be difficult. Maybe reach out to someone who probably isn't too fond of strict rules? Come to an agreement

sawyer hudson

Would you like to come on a walk? I promise something nice and gentle, to clear your head.

Harriet Clarington

I mean following rules from a cheerleader is somewhat degrading to someone of your stature. (This is a joke) But I have paired up with my sister who is not giving me rules. I would very much enjoy taking a turn together sawyer

sawyer hudson

Haha, funny. I'm glad you have found a suitable pairing, but was there no one else you would have considered? I'm glad, along the beach or just on the grounds/

Harriet Clarington

I would have very much like to have partnered with Adaline Sterling whom I was matched with for the dance.. but she had already made other arrangements. Perhaps the beach?

sawyer hudson

She seems well-suited to you, but if my old school taught me anything, these places tend to do loads of partner events so you have your chances. The beach sounds great, I'll buy you an icecream as a treat

Harriet Clarington

She is pardon my saying so.. very attractive also. Perhaps you would allow me to buy you a coffee, I have observed the cheerleader purchasing you flavoured lattes. Well I assume they are for you, because I must inform you that if not she is drinking most of your iced black coffee

sawyer hudson

It always helps to have an attractive partner. Sure, if you would like to. Yes, I've been spoiled with gingerbread lattes this season, and will need a new flavour soon for the spring, and even if the black coffee was mine, it'd come as no surprise if she drank it all when she thought I wasn't looking

Harriet Clarington

It does indeed, Adaline is a very accomplished person and thus should have an equally accomplished partner in my opinion. I heard that Starbucks are bringing in some sort of cereal latte? Perhaps that would do. That’s not very kind of her1 January 2021

sawyer hudson

Happy New Year Harriet

Harriet Clarington

Happy New Year Sawyer. I hope you are okay

sawyer hudson

I am, thank you. The cheerleader was just a bit under the weather so we decided to call it a night

Harriet Clarington

Oh I am terribly sorry to hear that, I will send her some cordial

sawyer hudson

Oh, thank you, that's nice of you

Harriet Clarington

If I sent some jam would you say that I bought it

sawyer hudson

Did you buy it?

Harriet Clarington

No, I would never buy jam

sawyer hudson

You going to be okay this week?

Harriet Clarington

I shall be perfect

I have designed my own rules

sawyer hudson

that’s good

keeps you in control

Harriet Clarington

Exactly. I have been a switch already and I am not one.

How are you doing? Without control

sawyer hudson

So far she’s dressed me and I’ve done the dishes but nothing too intense yet, we’re still settling our new dog in

Harriet Clarington

Do you enjoy being dressed? I hope she isn’t making you wear a cheerleading uniform

How is your animal?

sawyer hudson

I don’t mind it, I’m apparently not the most co-ordinated fashion wise. Close, I’m in a letterman jacket

Bingley is great, getting more comfortable with us by the day

Harriet Clarington

I think you looked at your best at the regency ball. But my tastes run somewhat old fashioned. Ah yes unfortunately that does offend my eyes

I burned a luck candle for you. That you would find the right animal

sawyer hudson

I’d say they’re more classic. I only know you and Adaline Sterling to have similar fashion tastes. I’m sorry in advance but Fauna likes it and her word is law thrust werk

Thank you, it definitely worked. I think it was destined

*this week

Harriet Clarington

Yes Adaline has a wonderful eye for fashion, she is a true inspiration at this school. A cheerleader making laws. I shudder to think

Perhaps you should write a poem to commemorate the occasion?

sawyer hudson

Im sure she is. She wouldn’t be the worst lawmaker in the world

I am not great with poetry

Harriet Clarington

Do you write fiction?

sawyer hudson

No I just read it

Harriet Clarington

Would you care to read a copy of my novel

Sawyer Hudson

Of course Harriet! I'm glad it's complete!

Harriet Clarington

evidently it’s only a first draft, but I value your opinion

Sawyer Hudson

A complete draft is still a massive achievement, I'm proud. What's the outline?

Harriet Clarington

Marianne Darnett is an unmarried woman living with a married companion in her ailing fathers estate, when her letters to her sister Victoria suddenly cease the younger girl comes home to investigate and is greeted with a variety of conflicting stories of what took place prior to Mariannes disappearance

Sawyer Hudson

So a murder mystery? Very intriguing

Harriet Clarington

thank you, I hope that it is highly engaging

Sawyer Hudson

I'm sure it will be, and I'll make sure any notes I have are thorough

Harriet Clarington

I very much appreciate that Sawyer

Harriet Clarington

Sawyer Hudson. I feel it important to tell you that I am leaving

My book is being published

However I wish to thank you for your extraordinary friendship, you may be one of the first true friends I have ever had

#(( texting sawyer ))

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strangerevan-blog · 7 years ago

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Sucking His Fingers//most Evan Characters

This is my first imagine of almost all of Evan’s AHS characters. It’s not smutty but I plan on writing some of that in the future. I did not include Rory/Edward because these are super stereotypical of the characters and I wasn’t sure on how I wanted to write them at the moment but I wanted to go ahead and put this one out here to get started. I know Evan and Tate’s aren’t as long or in depth as the others but I will work on those as well. THIS PROBABLY SUCKS BUT WHO CARES I ENJOY EXPRESSING MYSELF AND EVEN THOUGH I DON’T ACTUALLY THINK IT SUCKS, IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER WHEN I SAY IT DOES AND THEN PEOPLE SAY IT DOESN’T bitch don’t act like you don’t do the same thing aaye. Anyways, enjoy this! Also, peep the aggression at the end of Kai’s because that’s the kind of shit I live for.

Evan - That morning you both had decided to walk down to the local coffee shop and grab something to drink before starting a day of shooting more episodes of AHS Season 8. You were waiting in line looking at the different displays of cupcakes, muffins, and breads as you heard your order number being called. You grabbed the drinks and sat down at the little table next to the window. He began stirring his iced coffee with his finger since he was too lazy to get up and retrieve one from the front. You rolled your eyes as he began to talk about the upcoming part he had to play. "So Ryan told me I should maybe act more cynical for the part but I don't know, I feel like the character would want to be hyp-", he suddenly stopped and looked up at you when you slowly sucked the finger he had stirred his coffee with. You looked at him through innocent eyes, though it was far from that. "Carry on.", you muffled as you continued to lick and suck his finger. He couldn't catch his breath and began looking around for paparazzi and you laughed.

Tate - He busted through your bedroom door and jumped onto your bed while you were laying down listening to music. You weren't in a bad mood but you did want to relax and enjoy the drumming sounds of Nirvana playing all around you. Tate waited a few minutes until he got bored and wanted your attention. "I know we have a lifetime in this house, but I really want to talk to you now.", he whined. You just giggled and continued to listen to the music. He exaggerated a sigh and started poking you in the face. You became playfully aggravated so you grabbed his hand and stuck his pointer and middle finger in your mouth. You laughed around his fingers as he let out a gasp of surprise.

Kit - He had come home from a long day at the shop and you wanted to make him feel special. And what better way to do that than by making him a homemade chocolate cake! You had just finished frosting it when he opened the front door. He dragged his feet into the kitchen and smiled when he smelled the sweet treat. He rested his chin on your shoulder and swiped a bit of frosting from the cake and laughed. You turned around and swatted at his chest, giggling. You then stood on your tippy toes and licked his frost-covered finger. He was surprised at first but then raised an eyebrow as he pushed more of his finger against your tongue. You sucked his finger until all of the frosting was gone.

Kyle (pre-death) - You arrived at the frat party pretty late in the game so almost everyone was already fucked up. You left your two friends, who were already grinding on some guys you didn't know, and found some tequila. You grabbed a shot glass and a lime wedge but you couldn't find the salt. "Looking for this?", you heard a voice say behind you. You turned around and saw a member of the fraternity holding the margarita salt, wearing a innocent grin. You tilted your head and winked as you gently lifted his finger to your mouth and licked it. Quickly, you dripped it into the salt and pulled it back out. You grabbed your shot of tequila and line wedge and then whispered "cheers". You sucked on his salty finger and then threw back the shot. You began walking away, now chewing on the lime, and glanced back over your shoulder. You say him dazed as he just stood there in the frat house kitchen wondering who you were.

Kyle (Post-death) - As you slipped inside Kyle's room, you could still here Madison and Zoe screaming at each other about who he actually belonged to in the other room. They always did this - they would start one by one trying to make Kyle choose who he wanted more sexually. But how could he choose when he had no sense of anything after he came back from the dead. He would start to spaz out while Madison and Zoe left him high and dry. You saw him sitting on the end of his bed looking down. You softly stepped in front of him and dropped to your knees. He looked away from his pants and stared at you. You smiled and grabbed his right hand. "I would never leave you like that if I were Zoe or Madison.", you said before placing his middle finger in your mouth. He opened his mouth and made a incoherent noise that sounded like a mix of a moan and a gasp. You were determined to finish what the two girls had started.

Jimmy - "Head to your seat folks, the show will start in 5 minutes!", you heard Jimmy say into the backstage microphone. You had attended the freak show for the first time 3 years ago and had loved every second of it. Especially Jimmy, he was so fascinating to you. You loved his personality, his good looks, his dedication and loyalty to his friends and family, and you really loved his hands. But even after 3 years, he was still nervous to go on stage and perform with them. "What if I screw up and drop the ball? What if they are disgusted and repulsed? What if they start ma-", you stopped him dead in his tracks by taking his hand and shoving his morphed pointer and middle finger in your mouth. It was a lot to hold but you closed your eyes and moaned against it. The tip of his middle finger hit the back of your throat and you gagged as you looked up at his face through your eyelashes. He had turned red and bashful as you released his hand and winked at him. "Screw them, baby. I love you and your hands and there is nothing I would ever change about you. Now, get out there and show them what you are working with!", you shouted as you heard the applause of the show starting. He walked out on stage and turned back around to you. He smiled and laughed because he knew he had found the best person in the world to be with.

James - You and James had a love/hate relationship ever since he killed you 4 years ago. It all started as an actual kill on his part just for the hell of it. You had stopped by the hotel for just one night as you were making your way across the country on a road trip. You wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of life and intended on ending at the coast of California. "I need a room for just one night, preferably the cheapest you have - I'm down to the last few dollars from this trip.", you said exhausted. "Well, we have a great deal for you! We have a room half priced tonight.", a grey haired lady, who's name tag read Iris, said. "Great, I'll take it!", you smiled. "Room 64 dear, up the stairs to the left.", she said already turning her attention back to adjusting the keys for the other rooms. You practically ran up the stairs and found room 64. You jumped and slammed your body onto the king sized bed and closed your eyes. You wanted to sleep as much as you could before finishing the final few hours of your trip the next day. As you tried to fall asleep, you could vaguely hear a drink being poured in the corner of your room. You sat up on your bed and screamed when you saw a man dressed in a nice suit with a pencil mustache. "Oh dear, don't be frightened.", he said shaking his head. He gulped his strong drink and slammed it down on the table, shattering it to pieces. He mischievously laughed as he walked towards you, pulling out a knife. You were frozen in a trance. He grabbed you by the throat and slammed your head back into the bed. He brought the knife to your chest just above your heart. He drug the knife across the skin and your blood oozed out. He swiped the red liquid on his finger and rubbed it against your lips. "It's the perfect shade of red for you, don't you think darling?", he cooed. You, not really understanding his game, licked your lips and popped his finger in your mouth, sucking the rest of the blood off. "Yes, I think it is.", you said smiling, showing your blood stained teeth. James only stared back with a hint of a smile before he kissed you. As you felt the rush of his tender kiss, you also felt the pressure and sting of the knife he jabbed into your heart. As everything went black, you heard him whisper, "I'll see you on the other side, my dear."

Kai - You sat on the basement couch as you waited for Winter to come down and get you. You two had planned on studying in her room for your college final in women's studies but her brother, Kai had called an emergency meeting for his "group". Though no one told you, you knew it was a cult. How could anyone NOT see it was a cult. Kai was an evil, malicious, conniving leader who manipulated and twisted everyone's thoughts. But damn, he looked good doing it. You heard shouting from up stairs as the door to the basement swung open and Kai came rushing down. "Don't do it! Don't answer his questions!", you heard Winter scream and plea. Kai slammed the door shut and locked it before turning around and smiling at you. "Come, sit and talk with me.", he said sitting at the table under one light. You obliged to his command as you were scared to do anything other than what he said. You assumed the position by grabbing his pinky in yours. "Now tell me woman, what fills your heart with dread.", he said staring intensely into your eyes. "The sounds of whining children.", you bluntly said without even realizing. He laughed, "I'm glad we are on the same page with that. Now, what are you most afraid of?". You shook your head, "You already know this...I know Winter tells you everything about me.". He had tried to recruit you into the "group" for a while but you just weren't ready. Now you were. "I want to hear it from your own mouth.", he said glaring. You waited a few moments until you found the courage to say it. "The thought that I might be in love with someone so wrong for me.", you said finally making full forced eye contact. He smiled and whispered, "Well, don't be afraid of that anymore." You smiled back knowing you accomplished what you had wanted to and found a new sense of relief. You started to smirk as you realized that you were now his. With your pinkies still locked, you brought his pinky to your mouth and slightly sucked on it will his face remained the same. "This is going to be fun.", he said as he began to pry your mouth open and insert the rest of his hand.

#evanpeters #ahs #imreallyputtingmyselfoutthere #tatelangdon #kitwalker #kyle spencer #jimmydarlin #jimmydarling #jamesmarch #jamespatrickmarch #kaianderson

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miasswier · 8 years ago

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miasswier’s ultimate glee ranking: no 102

102. Audition

Written by: Ian Brennan Directed by: Brad Falchuk

Overall Thoughts: I remember enjoying this episode a lot more in the past? Watching it this time around I barely had any emotional response other than frustration and eye-rolling. Considering how amazing the season one finale is, how did they end up having such a weak start to season two? Especially considering two thirds of RIB wrote and directed? Regardless, I moved this one around a lot while ranking because I kept changing my mind on whether or not it was really as terrible as I felt it was. Turns out? It was.

What I Like:

Mercedes and Kurt hanging out before Rachel barges in.

The introduction of Sam!

Finn saying he’d join in with a kick-ass harmony but Sam was naked (also have they actually done any harmonizing at this point? Because like... I don’t think they have)

While putting Tina and Mike together (and in the way they did it too) was pretty racist, they’re still an adorable couple and one of my all time faves, so seeing the start of their relationship is awesome.

The whole montage at the beginning. It’s hilarious. My favourite part will always be “100% GAY” like omfg

When Coach Beiste says those weird things and Sue is just like “that doesn’t make any sense”

“Stop the violence”

“That’s awful. You’re awful.” Mercedes speaking my thoughts on Rachel for this entire episode.

“It was a Broadway musical first” “Shut up”

Finn trying out for Cheerios and Becky going “Am I dreaming? Is this happening?”

What I Don’t Like:

Rachel makes me so angry in this episode. Her constant repetition of “I did it for the team” makes me want to punch her in the face. I’m so happy that Finn called her out, but I honestly don’t think she got it seeing as she instantly started singing a song called “What I Did for Love”, like come on. Normally Rachel is a little redeemable in her obnoxiousness, but not here. She doesn’t feel sorry, at all. It’s infuriating.

Also, can we just talk about how Rachel basically does to Sunshine what Santana does to Rory a season later, and yet way more people in fandom were upset about what Santana was doing than what Rachel did? Like, don’t get me wrong, I hate how Santana treated Rory, especially in “Pot o’Gold”, but Rachel is just as bad here. Like, Sunshine is in a new country, where she doesn’t know anybody, and she finally thinks she’s going to make a friend and what does Rachel do? Send her to a crackhouse. Actually, let me rephrase my original statement: Rachel doesn’t basically do what Santana does; she does something worse. No repercussions, though, because why would Rachel ever suffer any repercussions.

Everything that happened between Will, Sue, and Beiste. And yes, I include the whole Will redeeming himself and apologizing to Beiste. The way he does it feels so holier than thou and makes me really angry. Plus, Beiste forgives him far to easily. I would tell him to fuck right off, but Coach Beiste has always been a better person than I.

The fact that they cut Matt, the only regular black male character they ever had, just to replace him with a standard white boy (and like, don’t get me wrong, I love Sam, but let’s just be real here) who got more lines in this episode alone than Matt got in his entire run on Glee.

The racism not-so-subtly lingering behind Mike and Tina getting together. I mean, come on. Asian camp? To teach tech-savvy Asian kids more about the arts? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Glee had a major race issue. Also, couldn’t they at least give those kids modern phones? It was 2010, not 2005.

Speaking of racism: Rachel assuming Sunshine doesn’t speak English after she literally says “uh, what?” in perfect English. I don’t know why they suddenly decided to make Rachel racist? But, whatever, it’s just another reason for me to hate her in this episode.

Too much focus on Sunshine considering she was barely on the show (3 episodes, I think?)

Not enough focus on the characters I actually care about.

Quinn and Santana’s fight was unnecessary and just… ugh. It makes me so mad. Hashtag Glee hates girls. Also, Quinn, I love you, but “walk away, and tighten your pony before you get to class” is the WORST comeback I’ve ever heard ever like oh my god.

Sue asking Brittany to tell Figgins that Coach Beiste sexually assaulted her. I don’t even want to get into how fucked up and disgusting that was. As much as it frustrates me how high and mighty Will seemed to get (especially to Sue) about apologizing to Beiste, I am glad that he put a stop to this because what the literal fuck.

Songs

New York State of Mind: I like this song, even though I wish Artie had rapped the whole thing. It’s such a feel good performance, and it makes me really nostalgic.

Telephone: I love the original of this, and the single of the cover that was released is awesome, but the scene is awful and weird. It has a strange tone to it (mainly because Rachel is being so aggressive and Sunshine is just???? Totally oblivious????). I don’t know. I’m not a fan. I do love it when Sue walks in and tells them to shut up though.

Billionaire: My beautiful Samuel Evans. So innocent and pure. As much as I’m frustrated by the way they just kicked Matt to the side, I do love Sam Evans so fucking much, and he’s so cute here. It’s a fun scene, too.

Listen: Oh my god. Look, Sunshine, you have a beautiful voice, but I have a hard time listening to Rachel sings songs like this, and I actually know Rachel and like her (most of the time). I don’t know you, and the show never really gives me the chance to know you. It’s a powerful song, but I wish that it’d been saved for Mercedes, Tina, or Santana, who would have done just as good a job (especially Mercedes) and would have actually made me care.

What I Did for Love: Speaking of having a hard time listening to Rachel sing ballads… Honestly, this song just pisses me off. Am I supposed to feel bad for Rachel? Because she made a mistake that she knew full well was a mistake as she fucking made it? Because she tried to get everyone against a new student and when that didn’t work she sent her to a crack house, all the while shouting about how she was just concerned about everyone else when she literally just doesn’t want to give up the precious solos that Will so eagerly hands to her? This song actually makes me angrier at Rachel because she doesn’t feel bad. She is still up on her high horse, acting like she was doing this for the team when really she fucked them over big time because she’s selfish. Ugh.

Final Thoughts: I think the main thing that frustrates me about this episode is that it basically puts every character right back where they were in the pilot, except they’re all friends. It feels like all of Rachel’s character development from season one just got thrown right out the window, and everyone else is still just props swaying in the background of the Rachel, Finn, Will, Sue show. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Emma isn’t even in this episode. It just… I don’t know. I feel like the Glee I grew to love in season one just wasn’t in this episode. Plus, racism. No thanks.

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robininthelabyrinth · 8 years ago

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@kickingshoes - happy birthday! All the best wishes for an excellent year for you both, success and happiness both!

Fic: The World's Greatest Criminal Rat - Ao3 Link Fandom: Flash, DC's Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Leonard Snart/Mick Rory, Barry Allen/Iris West, Cisco Ramon/Lisa Snart/Cindy Reynolds

Summary: Right now, Len is most annoyed by the fact that he leaves Mick alone for a few months (year) and his place at Mick's side is replaced, not by another partner, which he could understand and compete with (...and/or murder and hide the body somewhere), but by - this.

It.

Him.

The rat.

Warning: So much fluff your teeth may rot

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Len really doesn't like time travel.

It's bad enough, dropping Mick off for less than two weeks and having him come back after months or worse of torture and brainwashing. It's even worse to wake up, bewildered and alone and lost, feeling like maybe a day had passed, only to fall in with the wrong crowd and have to get rescued by a ship of heroes who thought he'd been dead for a whole year.

But right now, Len is most annoyed by the fact that he leaves Mick alone for a few months (year) and his place at Mick's side is replaced, not by another partner, which he could understand and compete with (...and/or murder and hide the body somewhere), but by - this.

It.

Him.

The rat.

Len kneels down until he's very nearly eye-level with the table.

"I don't know what he sees in you," he tells his rival.

The rat squeaks and turns its back on Len.

Guess the feeling's mutual.

You’d think Len coming back would be a cause for celebration, and it was, too, but then they’d come back into Mick’s bedroom – which was even more stuffed than it’d been when Len’d last seen it, good for Mick for carrying on the stealing and hoarding tradition – and instead of staggering straight for the bed for a well-deserved rest after being rescued from the goddamn Legion of Doom, Mick decided it would be the perfect time to show off his brand new best friend.

For whom, as Len has discovered in the days following, Mick cooked special treats. Snuggled with. Gave compliments. Carted around in his goddamn pocket all the time.

Yelled at Len when he made noises that could disturb him.

Len does not appreciate being replaced.

The rat - Mick calls him 'Ratigan', so Len's assuming it's a boy, though when it comes to Mick, he might just not care about gender at all - tries to scamper away.

"Oh, no you don't -" Len reaches out and scoops Ratigan up.

Ratigan sits on Len's palms and wrinkles its nose at Len, squeaking. Quite pointedly, if Len had to say so himself.

Mick always did have a fondness for smartass creatures with prickly defenses. Probably how he put up with Len for so long, honestly.

"I didn't have any pets growing up," Len tells Ratigan as the rat noses around his cupped palms. "Never had the time or the energy to put in the effort to take care of one, and even the goldfish I won for Lisa for a buck at the local fair, my dad dumped out into the stream within a week ‘cause he was in a bad mood. Couldn't risk bringing home anything for fear it'd be used against me, and after a while, I forgot how to even want one."

He studies the rat, which has gone quiet and is staring back at Len.

"Still," Len says. He feels slightly silly talking to a rat like this, but after the Oculus and the Legion, talking helps him feel grounded in himself again. "Mick likes you. Mick likes you a lot. You were there for my partner when this ship full of assholes couldn't be bothered, and I respect that."

Len hadn't been inclined to, at first - so he's a bit possessive, give him a break; he doesn’t have many friends and he's not inclined to share the one he has - but he'd seen the rat fetch Mick his lighter when Mick's fingers twitched with the need, seen Mick smile when he fed the rat little crumbs from his plate, seen Mick put in hours trying to teach the orney little bastard a trick or two. The rat makes Mick happy, and that's what's important.

"If Mick loves you, that means you're part of this partnership whether I like it or not," Len says after a long moment of contemplation. "There must be something to you. Must admit I don't think much of you at the moment, but I didn't think much of Lisa at first, either, all red and wailing and barely any teeth and all. Maybe you'll grow on me, too. Wanna make a truce, you and me?"

The rat bites him in the finger and scampers off.

"Wow, just like Lisa already," Len grumbles, and goes to get himself a band-aid.

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The rat shares their bed.

Len may be contemplating murder again.

Raticide.

Pest control?

Of course, it's not really Ratigan's fault, not all of it. Len's just in an especially bad mood.

Len'd gotten into three fights today: one with Stein, who'd made a derogatory comment about Mick's mental health and all but implied they'd get more use out of his turkey sandwich, to which Len had told him that if it weren't for Mick, Stein would still be back in 2016, lugging around the body of his roofied partner (Stein hadn’t liked that); one with Sara, who'd apparently formed a habit of sending Mick into missions without explaining the goal or the reason, using him like a person grabbing a hammer when what they want to do is eat some soup and then blaming Mick for her failure in leadership, to which Len had asked if her blood fury had come back and all of them were the targets of some long-simmering revenge plan to kill them all through sheer incompetence (she really hadn’t liked that); and one with his old so-called ‘friends’ in the Legion, which had involved some rather nasty commentary about how Len screamed when he was being tortured and implications that his memories had been toyed with the same way Rip's had been, rendering Len a ticking time bomb, and Len hadn't even been able to ice any of the bastards (Len hadn’t liked that most of all).

So now he was twitchy and angry, Sara and Stein were nursing grudges against him but felt too sorry for him to do anything about it - Len hates pity; he’d rather they were trying something - and Mick was back to treating Len with kid gloves.

And Ratigan is in. Their. Bed.

Len grits his teeth and stuffs his face down into the pillow, forcing his shoulders to relax in a mimicry of sleep. He will not fling Mick's rat across the room. He doesn't hurt animals: never has, never will. But oh, is it tempting...

Mick comes into the room after he finishes washing up.

"Oh," he says, seeing Len 'sleeping'. "Guess today knocked him out." Mick flicks off the lights and pads over to the bed, crawling in beside Len. "Probably more the case that he didn't wanna talk about it."

Is Mick talking about Len to Ratigan?

"He always did take things people said about me personally," Mick whispers in the dark. "Don't tell him, but I always kinda liked that, you know? Even when he was just a little scrapper like you - bigger, obviously, but a small thing that thought he was big and in charge, just like you. He always thought I was aces."

Because you are, Len thinks sulkily.

"The others on board don't get that, and I guess I haven't been giving 'em much reason to think much of me -"

Their fault, not Mick's. Obviously. If you know how to handle him, Mick’s the best partner a man can have.

"- but honestly, it's nice to have someone in my corner again. When I thought he was gone, and that no one'd be in my corner ever again..." Mick's voice breaks.

Ratigan squeaks.

Mick chuckles, his voice a little thick with emotion but lightening. "Yeah, yeah, you were here," he says. "I'm not forgetting. You always liked me best, right from the start. Don't think I don't remember you biting Ray for me."

A small smacking sound, like a kiss on fur.

"Night, Ratigan."

Len waits until Mick's breathing has evened out, long and low and deep, with a touch of a snore at the end, before he wiggles around in the bed. His eyes have adjusted to the dark, so he can make out the rat curled up protectively on Mick's chest, right where the blanket ends. Ratigan blinks at Len, it's eyes reflective in the dark.

Len reaches out a single finger and runs it down Ratigan's slinky fur, taking care to go the right way.

"Thanks for taking care of him for me," he whispers.

The rat curls back up, but he doesn't nip at Len first.

Maybe he's not so bad.

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“You stole my miniature wrench; I need it back,” Ray says.

“No,” Len says, and turns another page of his book.

“No offense, Snart, but I actually need it for something –”

“I didn’t steal it,” Len drawls, cutting him off. “You immediately pegging me for it, that’s just bias talking.”

“You’re the only thief on board.”

“That’s not what I heard about your exploits,” Len shoots back.

“Only professional thief.”

“Other than Mick.”

“Mick didn’t steal my wrench,” Ray scoffs. “He wouldn’t have any use for it.”

“And I do?” Len says, reaching out for his pencil and marking down another line on the little piece of paper he’s been carrying around. Another insult against Mick that will need to be paid back – Ray’s really stacking them up.

Luckily, Len’s plans for him are already well in progress.

“Well, no,” Ray says, bright expression fading into a frown. “I guess not. But you just steal stuff, don’t you?”

“I steal valuable stuff. You think I got anywhere I plan to sell your – what was it again?”

“Miniature wrench. I use to fix the joints on my suit.”

“Well, I didn’t steal it,” Len turns another page in his book. “Maybe you misplaced it.”

“I didn’t misplace it! I know exactly where I put it!”

“Was that before or after the Waverider went through all those bumps?” Len asks innocently.

“Huh,” Ray says. “Good point.” And then he turns and leaves, without even apologizing for his error or his accusation. An accusation which, back in the real world, could have cratered an ex-con’s life even if he had reformed – loss of a job, housing, health insurance, respect and trust built up over time...

Len shakes his head. For shame.

And he left Mick with these privileged assholes.

Never again.

“Next time I’m not covering for you,” he warns.

Ratigan pokes his head up from under the desk, where he’s been storing his treasures, including, yes, a miniature wrench that he'd proudly dragged in between his jaws not half an hour earlier. He squeaks.

“You should steal the whole suit next time,” Len advises.

Ratigan flicks his tail and gives a whole body shudder.

Len snickers and turns another page. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want it either. At least a miniature wrench could be useful for precision work. Is it for the engine Mick’s taking apart in his room?”

Ratigan squeaks again.

“Thought so,” Len says, amusing himself with imagining that Ratigan can understand him. “Anyway, if you want to hear something nice, just wait a few minutes.”

Ratigan’s nose twitches.

Len turns another page in his book.

The mental countdown clock in his head hits zero.

“Oh my god!”

Len can hear Ray’s yelping all the way from here.

“That’ll show him, treating Mick like that,” Len says, just a little savagely. “And there’ll be more of that to come if they don't shape up about it, too.”

Ratigan squeaks.

It sounds approving.

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"Wait, what? No!" Len exclaims.

"I need you to take him," Mick says. "I only got enough room in this stupid outfit to carry my heat gun."

Len opens his mouth to protest that there was indeed enough room in the pocket for the heat gun and a rat, but the look in Mick's eyes stops him.

A rat and the heat-gun in the same pocket - a flailing tail or paw could activate the trigger, and then there would be roast rat and a heartbroken Mick.

Mick isn't emotionally stable enough to lose any more family right now, and that was all more or less Len's fault.

"Okay, fine," Len says, and accepts Ratigan. His job does not require his gun, so Ratigan should be fine in his pocket.

"Thanks, buddy," Mick says gratefully, and heads out.

Len takes a minute to watch. Say what you will about the stupidity of the clothing in Renaissance Venice, Len could really get behind (literally) the concept of Mick in those extremely tight tights. Hose. Whatever.

"Guess it's you and me," he tells Ratigan. "Don't bite or get the plague."

Ratigan squeaks.

"I'm taking that as an okay."

They go out. Len's job is fairly minimal - mostly watching the perimeter - because the crew's still worried about him, which he dislikes immensely.

"Supposedly it's because they've got a system that 'works' for them," he tells Ratigan disdainfully. "From what I've seen, the 'system' is to throw everything they've got at the target and hope for the best. Like I couldn't figure that out. They're just worried because they think I'm a plant."

Ratigan squeaks understandingly.

"Yeah. They're painfully amateur, and they keep thinking they're professionals."

Squeak, squeak.

"Eobard wasn't wrong about them being idiots – and I don’t agree with that bastard lightly."

Squeak. Wiggle.

Wiggle?

Len looks down. Ratigan is leaning out of his pocket and trying to grab something from a nearby rich man's pocket, little rat nose twitching.

"No, no," Len says, catching him before the rat tips entirely out of the pocket and falls out to the ground. "That ain't how you pick a pocket. Lemme show you - it's all about misdirection – well, that and light fingers -"

An hour later, Len is bumping into gentlemen and offering to show them a game of Cats' Cradle, both hands clearly visible at all times, while Ratigan swipes coins and jewelry from their pockets.

"Well done," he tells Ratigan when he's forced to drop the game in order to chase after the obviously historically-inaccurate time pirate recruited by the Legion. "Nice haul."

Ratigan squeaks proudly.

"You want to trade your share in for treats or add them to your stash?"

Ratigan contemplates this.

"How about half and half?"

Ratigan squeaks.

"Half and half it is - I'll fix you up as soon as we get back on board - damn this guy, where the hell does he think he's going?"

"Arsenal, probably," a nearby man says, watching the fleeing man.

"Shit," Len says, and speeds up despite the growing ache in his knees. If arsenal means what he thinks it means, he definitely wants to get there first.

He's getting too old and tired for this hero shit.

He says as much to Ratigan, who squeaks in agreement.

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“We’re going home,” Len says, putting his hands down.

“No, we’re not,” Mick says.

“Yes, we are,” Len says. “They’re treating you like shit, you don’t care about this so-called ‘mission’ –”

“Until we can prove your memories are untampered with –”

“I’ll take my chances with Central City.”

“Len –” Mick sounds long-suffering, like Len’s being ridiculous or something.

“Mick.”

“The crew isn’t that bad.”

“Yes, they are.”

Mick arches an eyebrow at him. “You going to bash me over the head and drag me out if I don’t agree?” he asks, sounding amused, of all things.

“No,” Len says evenly. “We agreed we’d be both making decision going forward.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Mick says.

“I’m not. But you’ve been outvoted.”

Mick blinks and puts his drink down, turning to look at Len.

Len just meets his gaze.

“Len,” Mick says. “You can’t outvote me.”

“And why not?” Len says haughtily, hiding a smile. Mick’s totally fallen for his bait.

“There’s only two of us. Neither can outvote the other.”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” Len says. “You vote to stay, I vote to go, and –” He pulls his hand out of his pocket.

Ratigan squeaks.

“– Ratigan here also votes to go. Therefore, by a count of two votes to one, we win.”

Mick’s gaping.

Ratigan sits up in Len’s palm and squeaks again.

Somehow, that’s the thing that makes Mick start laughing. Big, deep belly laughs, shaking all through his shoulders, rocking back and forth type laughter, eyes all crinkled up in honest to god mirth.

Len’s shoulders relax a bit just seeing it. It’s been too long since he’s seen Mick laugh, properly laugh, and without the edge of hysteria that’s been there whenever Mick thinks too long about the time period when he thought Len was dead.

“I knew you’d get along,” Mick finally manages to say in between laughs. “I didn’t think you’d gang up on me.”

“He clearly doesn’t know us at all,” Len tells Ratigan sadly.

Ratigan shakes his head mournfully and squeaks in agreement.

Smart rat.

“So I’ve packed up all of my stuff,” Len says – it was easy, he’d never really unpacked from when they loaded up all his stuff to give his room to Amaya, much to their mutual awkwardness – “and Ratigan here has packed up all of his –”

“Ratigan has stuff? Since when?”

“Of course Ratigan has stuff,” Len says. “Spoils of war, Mick.”

“…you’ve been teaching my rat to steal.”

Len gives Mick a look.

“Okay,” Mick concedes. “I taught my rat to steal. He’s been making a stash?”

“Pretty decent one, even. Now let’s get your stuff packed up and we’ll go home. I’ve had enough.”

“And all it took was one death and resurrection,” Mick tells Ratigan. “You see what I have to deal with?”

“If it makes you feel better, I won’t be doing that again anytime soon,” Len says grumpily.

Mick looks up at Len and his eyes are shining and just a little wet. “You’d better not,” he says, his voice thick with unspoken emotions again. “You’d better not, Lenny.”

Len swallows. Takes a step forward, wanting to say something, do something, something to make Mick finally believe, really believe, that he’s back – nothing’s worked so far, but surely there’s something – some gesture –

Ratigan squeaks.

Len stops moving. “No,” he says, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Your rat just ruined the moment.”

“Aww,” Mick says. “He didn’t mean to.”

“Mick,” Len says. “He’s your rat. He’s a little troll and he probably did it on purpose. Just accept this.”

“You’re taking this too personally.”

“Yeah, yeah. Less talking, more packing.”

“I –”

“Outvoted, Mick. It’s official. Get packing.”

Mick smiles. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll –”

“Hey, you two!” Jax calls from the hallway. “We’ve found something! Get out here!”

Mick looks back at Len.

“Fine,” Len grumbles. “One more mission. Then we go home.”

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“You’re supposed to be in bed,” Mick says.

“I’m near the bed, does that count?” Len asks, distracted. He’s technically near the bed – he hadn’t been able to move that far away from it on his own power, kept getting dizzy every time he got up, so he’d just slid down the side and was still leaning back against the bed.

He's totally bed-adjacent. That's close enough.

“No, it doesn’t,” Mick says, but he comes over anyway. “What’re you doing?”

“Building a model,” Len replies. “Obviously.”

Mick picks up the boxes dubiously. “Are these…rodent cages? And hamster cages?”

“It’s a bunch of rodent mazes,” Len corrects. “See, the various pipes and boxes and stuff can all be connected together to form, like, a bigger cage. With mazes and shit for the rat to run through.”

“Okay,” Mick says slowly. “And…why are you building this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Given that you claim to barely tolerate Ratigan, it’s a bit weird.”

“It’s not for Ratigan.”

“We have another rat?”

“No!” Len says. “I mean, it is for Ratigan, but it’s not for Ratigan, like a gift or anything like that. It's work. Business. You know.”

Mick looks dubiously at the growing cage. “Uh-huh. Is the fever you got from handling the spear coming back?”

“I’m fine,” Len groans. “I should be getting back to work now that we’ve confirmed that there’s no memory manipulation –”

“The Legion beat you so bad you broke two ribs and sprained your ankle,” Mick says, unimpressed. “Plus you got a 104 degree fever from the aftereffects of using the spear to fix the timeline because it interacted badly with the Oculus remnants imbedded in your system. You’re staying in bed till I say you can get up.”

“Yes, boss,” Len says. “Now pass me that corner piece, will you?”

Mick passes him the piece.

Len screws it into place, then leans over to study the blueprints he’s working off of.

“That doesn’t look like the instructions that came with the box,” Mick says.

“Obviously it’s not,” Len says. “I’ve got six different boxes here.”

“…how long have you been working on this?”

“Couple of hours. But just wait, you’ll see. Once you see what it is, you’ll see that it’s genius.”

“What is it, exactly?”

“You’ll see in a second, lemme just put in the last piece – ah-ha! What do you think?” he asks, proudly waving his hand over his creation.

Mick stares for a long moment. “It’s a rodent cage,” he finally says. “Or maze. Whatever.”

“It’s not just a rodent maze,” Len says triumphantly, reaching out to pick Ratigan up from his perch on the bed behind Len's head and put him near the entrance. “It’s a rodent maze model of Central City First National Bank. Ratigan’s gonna run through it a couple of times until I see the most efficient ways in and out of the place – I even added in little levers for him to operate all the doors, for added realism and, of course, to keep him from getting claustrophobic -”

“That’s it,” Mick says. “You’re going to back to bed now.”

With that, he scoops Len up from where he’d been sitting and dumps him back on the bed.

“But my plans –”

“I told you, no working till you feel better.”

Len tries to scowl, but he’s pretty sure it’s coming across as a pout if he’s reading Mick’s softening face and slight smirk right.

“I’ll move the maze to the desk,” Mick says. “How about that? You can watch Ratigan run through the very nice maze you built him from the comfort of your bed.”

“…fine,” Len says. “But only because I wanna be ready to plan out that job when I’m better.”

“Sure thing, Len,” Mick says, shaking his head. “Sure thing.”

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“Okay, so Mick, you’re positioned here,” Len points to the map.

“Sure, boss,” Mick replies. The effect of compliance is somewhat ruined by the fond grin he can’t seem to get off his face, like watching Len go back to what he’s good at is making Mick so proud he might burst.

Len would be less annoyed by it if Mick didn’t get the same damn look on his face every time Ratigan did a trick correctly.

The ‘hands in the air, this is a stick-up’ trick is pretty cool, though.

"I'll be positioned here," Len continues. "And Ratigan will come in through this vent -"

"Wait," Mick says, eyebrows arching. "Ratigan's got a job?"

"Sure," Len says. "He's agreed to accept a starter's cut for now, with the option of moving up to more later."

"What does Ratigan need with a cut of the profits?" Mick argues, though his growing grin shows he's not serious.

"He's got a stash he likes to give you presents from," Len says. "The rest he'll take in treats."

"Right," Mick says. “Of course.”

Len eyes him. “You sound doubtful.”

Mick widens his eyes. “Boss, you know I’d never doubt you –”

“Oh, god, what’s the Flash done to the timeline now?!”

“That was sarcasm.”

“It had better be.”

“Anyway – it’s just that I thought this was a Rogues job. Your new supervillain team-up group. Trial run, remember?”

“Well, yes,” Len says, scowling. “That’s why we’re using Scudder - god, I hate that guy, but that's a damn useful skillset he got - at the north point –”

“Ratigan’s not a Rogue, Len,” Mick points out.

Len pauses and considers this.

Mick’s smile slowly fades and his eyebrows arch. “It was a joke,” he says hastily. “Don’t – whatever you’re thinking. Don’t. Uh-uh. No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m thinking.”

“No, but I know your crazy shit face.”

“It’s not crazy at all –”

“That’s even worse when you don’t realize the crazy.”

“Don’t be absurd, Mick,” Len says dismissively. “It’s simple enough. We just need Cisco to give Ratigan a supervillain moniker.”

“…we do?”

“Sure, then he’ll be a Rogue.”

“A supervillain rat.”

“He’s more of a sidekick,” Len allows.

Mick grins. “Okay,” he says. “This is the sort of crazy I can get behind. Let’s do this.”

A “kidnapped” Cisco is happy to deviate from his date with Lisa to dub Ratigan the Rogue-Rat and fiddle with some spare parts Mick had lying around until he’d created a rat-sized motorcycle for Ratigan to zoom around on, totally gratis.

“I read a lot of Beverly Cleary as a kid,” he confesses. “You sure you don’t want to call him Ralph?”

“Ralph was a mouse,” Mick growls.

“Right! Sorry…say, have you made any NIMH jokes?”

“If I remember the movie correctly,” Len drawls, “NIMH was a facility where the rats were kept in small cages without any hope of escape and were experimented on, despite their increased intelligence and strength until they were rescued. You really want to go into that, Mr. Secret Private Prison Man?”

“You’re gonna have to stop ragging on us for that at some point.”

“No, he isn’t,” Mick puts in. “Book was better anyway.”

“…yeah, I’m with Cold on this one. Movie was awesome. Besides, we didn’t experiment on –”

“Uh-huh. That morgue of yours was pretty interesting. What was it your Dr. Wells used it for again?”

“…never mind. Oh god! We’re NIMH?! Not, like, National Institute of Mental Health, but like, evil NIMH?”

“No,” Len says. “ARGUS is NIMH, obviously. You’re wannabes.”

“Does Ratigan like trash?” Lisa asks, chin on her hands as she watches Ratigan examine the miniature motorcycle. “Like Templeton?”

“Charlotte’s Web Templeton?”

“That’s the one.”

“You know, if we did include mice, we could have Ratigan hunt down child-killing witches,” Cisco suggests, grinning. “You know, like Roald Dahl’s book.”

Mick stares at Cisco for a long moment, then says, deadpan, “So, you mean child-killing witches exist?”

“Say, you can travel to other universes –” Len starts.

“Oh, hell no! I've already introduced you to Cynthia; you want to go hunting for child-killing witches, you go with your girlfriend, not your boyfriend!”

“I think calling witches child-killers is rude to witches,” Lisa says. “It’s a perfectly decent religion, you know.”

“But in the book –”

The two head off, bickering happily.

“Ugh,” Len says. “Emotions.”

“Tell me about it,” Mick grunts. “Cool bike, though.”

“Rogue-Rat,” Len says thoughtfully. “He needs a costume.”

“He does not.”

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Barry’s phone buzzes with a text.

He doesn’t move, though his hand does clench down slightly harder on the bowl of popcorn.

“You planning on checking that?” Iris asks from where she’s curled up by his side. They’d seen this movie a dozen times, but hadn’t quite gotten to the making out point, too comfortable and full from dinner to do more than just take a moment to relax and ignore the crazy.

“No,” Barry says, oddly clipped.

“O-kay,” Iris says, drawing out the word. “And the reason for this is?”

Barry shuts his eyes. “You don’t want to know.”

“Barry,” Iris says. “I’m a reporter, and you’ve known me since I was a kid. Question: is there ever a time when I don’t want to know?”

Barry groans and pulls out his phone, handing it to Iris. “I have it set for a special alert if it’s from Cisco or Caitlin,” he says with a sigh. “And another noise if it’s from one of the detectives or Joe or Captain Singh. If it goes straight to vibrate, though, that means it’s from – them.”

“Them?” Iris says skeptically, flipping open Barry’s cell.

There’s a picture of a rat sitting proudly on top of –

“Is that a Rembrandt?”

“A stolen Rembrandt,” Barry says through gritted teeth.

“‘Rat Thief Strikes Again: Who Can Stop Him?’” Iris reads the text beneath the picture. “What in the – wait.” She scrolls up. “There are more of these?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Awwwww, here he’s fast asleep in a pile of diamonds,” Iris says.

“Awww?” Barry says suspiciously. “What do you mean, ‘awwww’? That sounded like a ‘so cute’ type of ‘awwwww’, Iris. It’s not cute.”

“‘RogueRat: The Flash’s Newest Nemesis,’” Iris read. “‘Speedster Beaten in Rat-Race.’ ‘Museum Security ‘Rat-ed’ Very Poor by Local Supervillains.’ Barry, are these from Captain Cold?”

“How’d you guess, the terrible puns?”

“No, the fact that he sent you a selfie with him, Heatwave and the rat!”

“Oh, yeah, that one,” Barry says. “It doesn’t help; there’s no stolen property in that picture. The only pictures with the stolen stuff is with only the rat.”

“Oh my god,” Iris says. “He’s wearing a bowtie in this one.”

“Iris. This isn’t cute.”

“A bowtie.”

“That was for the heist they pulled at the annual film awards gala…”

“He has a parka!” Iris shrieks. “Rat-parka! Oh my god! My life is complete!”

Barry buries his face in his hands. “Iris.”

“And the caption says, ‘Chip Off the Old Block’, oh man, this is amazing.”

“Give me the phone back.”

“Barry, no! This is giving me life – oh. My. God.”

“What did you find now?”

“He has a supervillain outfit.”

“The little domino mask and leather jacket combo?”

“It has a little R on it,” Iris says, hand pressed to her lips. “It’s in the Team Rocket font. Barry. Barry. How did you not tell me about this. This is everything.”

“He’s not a real Rogue!” Barry protests. “I refuse to have a rat be one of my supervillain nemeses – Iris! What are you typing?”

“Nothing!”

“Gimme!”

Some light-hearted wrestling later, Barry is gaping at his phone while Iris attempts to muffle her laughter in a pillow.

Then, very slowly, he reads, “‘Prepare for trouble/and make it double, to steal things for our gratification/and protect Central City from inflation, to be supervillains with the greatest style/and defeat the Flash with our wiles, Captain Cold!/Heatwave! The Rogues face off against the speed of light, stick ‘em up now or prepare to fight, RogueRat! That’s right!’”

Iris howls with laughter.

“I can’t believe you wrote this. Or that you sent this to my villains.”

The phone buzzes.

“I can’t believe they like it.”

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Len adjusts the magnet a little bit, then takes a step back, studying his work.

“What are you doing?” Lisa asks, wandering in through the door.

“Putting something up on the fridge, obviously,” Len says.

“On the fridge?” Lisa asks. “You haven’t done that since I was a kid – lemme see – wait, is this a newspaper article? Lenny. Don’t tell me you’ve started collecting articles about yourself as a supervillain. That’s my job.”

“I know, I know, the scrapbook project,” Len says, smirking. “I’d better get draft one of that for Hannukah, s’all I’m saying. But I’d suggest you read the article.”

“Hide and Squeak: RogueRat Branches Out Into Kidnapping – Lenny, what is this?”

“Keep reading.”

“Our city has recently been infested with a rat problem, and not even the Flash can serve as pest control,” Lisa reads, her voice going steadily more incredulous as she goes on. “‘Only a real rat could've stolen this big cheese –’ Lenny, you’ve got to be kidding me. ‘We believe the perpetrators snuck in, quiet as a mouse – they were chased away by the Flash in an escape that was a real squeaker –”

Len is laughing too hard to stand up straight.

“This scheme was clearly orchestrated by the nefarious mouseketeer, Ratigan the RogueRat – possibly communicating with his human allies in mouse code – the victim of the kidnapping was a certain McSnurtle the Turtle – although threats were made involving the phrase ‘turtle soup’ and several images of McSnurtle precariously located in a steel cook-pot were produced, the victim was eventually recovered safely after a ransom made up entirely of cheese was delivered by the Flash to Central City Park…Lenny. Lenny. Tell me you didn't.”

“It’s my new favorite thing ever,” Len says, beaming.

“Tell me you didn’t kidnap the Flash’s pet turtle, Lenny.”

“If you don’t want me to tell you, I won’t. Did you get to the bit at the bottom?”

“The bit at the – ‘Citizens of Central City have greeted their super-rat-villain with open arms, saying that it’s better than the Flash going up against yet another speedster villain. The Flash responded only by saying ‘shut UP’ repeatedly, which we can only take to be agreement. This reporter will be investigating for more details.”

“Pulitzer quality, I’d say,” Len says happily.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about it all week,” Mick says, walking in with Ratigan in his familiar perch on his shoulder. “All week, Lisa.”

“Don’t you talk,” Lisa says. “Your name’s in here, too!”

“I couldn’t let them go turtle-napping by themselves.”

“You’re both disgraces to supervillainy.”

“All three of us,” Mick says, pointing to Ratigan.

Ratigan takes that as a cue to high-five Mick's finger.

Lisa rolls her eyes. “Cute,” she says, crossing her arms and pretending that her lips aren’t twitching. “Very cute.”

“Wait till you see the theme song,” Len drawls.

“Theme song?!”

“It’s on youtube. Cisco made it.”

Lisa opens her mouth to protest, then pauses. “Is Cisco – singing?”

“Barry, too,” Len says in satisfaction. He still has no idea how Cisco convinced Barry to do that. “Iris plays Ratigan. She has mouse ears.”

“…theme song it is, then.”

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Ratigan scampers down the stairs, note tied to his back.

He goes to the living room, where Mick is working on an engine – less working and more smacking it with a wrench at the moment – and squeaks loudly to get his attention.

Mick looks down. His face is red with anger and his brows are drawn down. He reaches down to grab the note with a gruff, “Thanks, Ratigan.”

Then he opens the note.

“I’m overreacting?!” he roars, leaping to his feet. Ratigan dashes to safety under the couch. “Why that miserable little – it’s not overreacting, it’s a perfectly reasonable – oh, who the hell am I kidding, that asshole wouldn’t know reasonable if it hit him in the face with a tire iron –”

Mick reaches out and grabs a piece of paper, starting to scribble furiously on it.

Ratigan creeps out from under the couch and patiently waits for Mick to finish, fold up the piece of paper, and tuck it into the harness Ratigan wears, this one shaped like a little purple sweater with a white daisy on the back where the note gets tucked in.

“You take it to the idiot upstairs,” Mick tells Ratigan, like there’s anyone else the note could be destined for.

Ratigan darts over to the stairs, climbing into the ingenious little rat-elevator that they’d constructed for him when they’d still been talking, triggering the mechanism with a well-placed headbutt and waiting patiently, chittering a little to himself, as it carried him up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, he scurries over to the room where Len has barricaded himself in, but for the hole created at the bottom.

Len is wrapped up in a blanket and his face is remote and expressionless, but his hands are clenched so tightly that his knuckles have gone white. He’s playing music with a heavy, simple beat on repeat, likely to drown out the sounds of his partner downstairs.

The plans he had been working on had been crumpled up and thrown into the corner again.

Ratigan doesn’t bother squeaking for attention – he’ll never be heard over the music – and clambers up the side of the bedspread instead.

Len’s eyes catch on Ratigan just as he’s struggling with the last bit of bed to climb and Len reaches forward to scoop him up the rest of the way. “What’ve you got for me?” he asks, pulling out the note and putting Ratigan down to unfold it.

Probably for the best, since his next action is for both fists to clench. “Unreasonable?” he snarls. “I’m being unreasonable?!”

He leaps out of the bed and throws open the door, storming downstairs.

Ratigan follows slowly.

Their argument can be heard only partially from the top of the stairs –

“ – you started the whole goddamn be-a-hero bullshit –”

“– saved you, not them! You act like I did it for fun or something –”

“– out risking your life again like you don’t care that you just got it back –”

“– a perfectly rational risk, a heist just like we used to do, or have you forgotten how to do it with your brand new friends –”

“– goddamn missed you, you sonofabitch –”

“– think I wouldn’t have missed you just as much? Why do you think I did it –”

By the time Ratigan has made it all the way down the stairs, they’ve stopped yelling and started kissing again.

About time.

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Mick’s just eating his goddamn breakfast.

Sure, it’s 2 in the afternoon, but they were up late.

Well, Len was up even later, doing something in the other room; Mick has no idea what, but there were audible cackles of glee. He knows better than to bother Len when that's happening.

He’ll find out eventually. He’s resigned himself to it.

Of course, if Len doesn’t come out for breakfast soon, Mick’s going to go drag him out.

Naturally, just when Mick’s entertaining himself with daydreams of doing just that – he’s gotten to like dragging Len around, it made him feel more secure that Len was right where he belonged, by Mick’s side – that’s when Len comes out of the bedroom and walks right up behind Mick.

Mick starts to turn, only for Len to say, “Don’t. Look ahead.”

Mick’s not one to question Len’s orders, especially when they come in such a serious tone of voice.

Serious, not totally neutral – totally neural meant Len was pissed off beyond belief – but serious could be anything at all. All it means is that Len’s thinking real hard on something.

Len doesn’t do anything, though, just stands there.

After a minute, Mick starts to eat again.

Apparently, that’s what Len was waiting for.

He starts –

Humming?

A second later, Mick notices something at the very top of his vision, so he glances up.

Then his jaw drops.

Ratigan is dressed in – it was mostly black wrappings, all over, even his little feet, but excluding his tail, and a matching black cowl covering his face except for his – wait.

He' s dressed as a ninja.

He’s also descending from above, balanced precariously on a few strings that were attached to a pair of chopsticks Len was holding like a v, not unlike the strings you would find on a marionette.

And Len was lowering Ratigan slowly towards Mick’s food, humming what Mick abruptly realizes is the Mission Impossible theme.

Mick cracks up.

Full on just loses it, buries his head into his hands and howls. It’s amazing. It’s perfect.

Ninja rat.

Ratigan makes it down to the food and scarfs up a few bites before sitting up and squeaking self-importantly.

Mick at this point is laughing so hard that his chest is hurting, but he manages to blink away some of the tears starting to stream down his cheeks long enough to see –

“You made him nun-chucks out of matches?!” he chokes out.

“Beware the ninja,” Len intones ominously. “And his flaming sticks of doom!”

Mick falls off his chair.

Len and Ratigan high-five.

Mick has to hide his face in his hands, not just because he’s laughing so hard, but because –

They get along. Not just to appease him, but because they actually like each other. They’re family.

He can’t imagine anything better.

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“Don’t you dare,” Mick says, his eyes glued to the screen.

Len pauses, the broccoli he’d been palming off to Ratigan still in his hand. “Dare…what?”

“The broccoli’s for you.”

“I’m sharing,” Len says primly. “You’re always telling me to share more.”

“Eat your goddamn vegetables before you get scurvy.”

“You don’t get scurvy anymore; they inject vitamins in the food or something.”

“Eat your damn veggies,” Mick says, offering Ratigan a raspberry.

“You lousy hypocrite.”

“I’ve already eaten all of mine.”

“Ratigan, come save me,” Len instructs.

Ratigan jumps into Len’s plate, squeaking and skittering around.

“Oh, shucks,” Len says, not sounding even a little sorry. “It’s all been touched by rat. Unsanitary. Can’t eat it.”

“I have more in the kitchen,” Mick says. “Nice try.”

“Damn.”

“Good rescue, though.” Len gives Ratigan a little high five, which Ratigan returns.

“No kidding.”

They both turn back to the TV, where the lions are forming Voltron again.

A second later, they both very slowly turned to look at each other.

“Say…” Len says. “Do you think…”

“I saw a post about medieval-style mouse armor just the other day,” Mick offers.

“Cisco could make it.”

“But what color would Ratigan be? Black?”

“No, no, it’s gotta be connected to personality, don’t it?”

“I dunno, I guess. Only one rat, though. Can’t make Voltron out of one rat.”

“Could probably convince Iris to lend McSnurtle for the cause. Or just kidnap him again.”

“You would.”

“You bet I would. The turtle? Definitely Hunk.”

“I thought you said it had to be based on personality. You don’t know the turtle’s personality.”

“It’s Barry’s turtle.”

“Iris’ turtle, too.”

“Huh, point.”

“Do turtles even have personality?”

“Well, they’re no rats.”

“True.”

“Our rat is clearly the superior pet.”

“Ah-hah!” Mick says, pointing at Len. “You admit he’s our rat!”

Len sniffs. “Obviously he’s our rat. I bought myself a right to everything you own when I married you.”

Mick crosses his arms. “Till death do us part, Lenny.”

“…I’m alive now.”

“It doesn’t say ‘applicable when both parties are alive’. It says ‘until death’. Implies a firm end point at death.”

“No way. It says ‘as long as you both shall live’, too – and you were still alive.”

“Widowers remarry. That get invalidated for bigamy if there’s a resurrection?”

“You know, I ain’t sure about that. Gimme a second…”

There’s a pause.

“I have no idea,” Barry’s voice sounds tinny with the cell phone on speakerphone. “How would I know? Also, you really need to stop calling me.”

“You knew Sara from before we did,” Len points out. “Aren’t there half a dozen resurrect-ees over in Starling?”

“Star City, not Starling. They changed it, remember? And…maybe. I’ll send Oliver an email. But seriously. Stop calling me. You’re supervillains.”

“Who said we were calling you?” Len says. “Put Iris on the line.”

“That’s not better!”

“Uh-huh. She there?”

“Well, yes, she’s here –” Barry’s voice gets muffled, like he’s put his hand over the phone. “Yes, Iris, they’re talking about you – no, you don’t – hey! Don’t snatch the –”

“So what’s the question?” Iris asks.

“Marriage vows surviving resurrection,” Mick says. “Is remarrying bigamy? Do we gotta get married again?”

“Huh. Good question. I’ll ask a lawyer. I think Laurel got resurrected, she can look it up...”

“Ask him what happens if you end up married or divorced ‘cause the timeline shifted, too,” Len adds.

Barry’s voice is audible in the background, going “Hey! Cheap shot!”

The television makes a noise.

“Hey, are you watching Voltron, too?” Iris asks.

“Yeah – actually, while we have you on the line, we have this idea about Ratigan and McSnurtle…also, do you think Cisco would agree to adopt a flying squirrel as a pet?”

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They’re drunk. Extremely drunk.

In fairness, they just saved the world and pulled off an epic heist at the same time, with the heroes none the wiser.

The mayor himself just thanked them and shook their hands.

Len had shaken back, smiling the smile of someone who totally did not have a solid three million in jewels and banknotes sitting in the trunk of his (stolen) car less than ten yards away. Mick had kept his expression neutral.

And then they’d made it home and started laughing hysterically, and then they’d broken out the high-end liquor they kept for celebrations.

So, really, they were totally justified in being drunk.

“The tux looks awesome,” Mick slurs, though not too much. He lifts his glass – they were drinking shots of whiskey out of glasses, since someone forgot to stock this place up with shot glasses and Len gets all persnickety about drinking out of a bottle after enough rounds – and tips it slightly at Ratigan. “Well done, Len.”

“Got lots of training making doll’s clothing for Lisa,” Len replies. He’s not slurring, but he keeps swaying like he’s not sure where the ground is. “She always wanted some more, and I couldn’t risk stealing all of ‘em – they watch for shoplifters in stores like that – so I ended up making ‘em myself. Needed to learn to sew to fix our clothing anyway.”

“Ratigan’s not a doll.”

“Nah. He’s better. Is it a he?”

“Does it matter?”

“True. Well, here’s to you, Ratigan,” Len says, straightening up and lifting his glass. “To Ratigan!”

“To Ratigan!” Mick echoes.

They grin soppily at each other.

“The world’s greatest criminal mind!”

#dccoldwave #westallen #goldenvibe #with some cindy Reynolds in there #my fic #ratigan #mick rory #leonard snart #barry allen #lisa snart #iris west #cisco ramon

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