#suicide squad: prison

[harlequinncosplay]

♦️ SUICIDE SQUAD ♦️ PRISON: HAIR & MAKEUP

MAKE-UP: natural. her busted lip from earlier has healed, but her eyes still have some faint bruising and undereye bags.

HAIR: approx 35" middle parted low pigtails with white hair ties. about halfway down, the blue+pink dip dye starts but is faded.

NAILS: natural, but dirty. has the black "EVIL" lettering on the left hand, and knuckles are still a bit bruised.

[godspeedviper]

David Dastmalchian x Blood

[swanluvrr]

It's me, I'm the girl

[polkadotjohnson]

Who's your poor lil meow 😿 meow?

[how-serene]

Needing Something Sweet - pt. 2

Scenario - What it would be like to kiss/make out with Abner Krill, Johnson and Bob Taylor

A/N - Decided to focus on a few of of my favorite boys for this one.

ABNER KRILL - A little awkward, and in need of reassurance. Abner is nervous about doing something wrong, or not fully satisfying you. At first, he would be too still, not moving his mouth along with the rhythm of yours. The adrenaline of kissing you would cause his hands to shake, as he clutches at the fabric of your shirt, a little overwhelmed. Once he fully is immersed in it, you'll find his lips chasing after yours when you two pull apart. Abner loves the more slow paced make out sessions, either on the couch or in bed when it's just you two. From there, his little bit of confidence will lead him to pull you closer, a whine bubbling in the back of his throat when it's still not close enough. When he becomes breathless, he'll rest his forehead against yours, dilated eyes flickering down to your swollen lips.

JOHNSON - Certified gentleman. This man will leave you swooning. Properly cradling your jaw in one hand, while the other rests on your hip. He tastes like Marlboro's, the bitter palate lingering on your tongue long after he's gone. Tends to get caught up just gazing at you, before he leans to kiss you. Would maybe dominate a little, pushing you up against a wall or pressing your body into the couch. Personally loves trailing down your jaw, and neck, where he'll tenderly trace his lips over your exposed collarbone. Hands are made for worshipping, and that's exactly what he does. You'll feel him squeeze at your flesh, trying to bring you closer. Things can get heated pretty quickly, so expect most small kisses to turn into make out sessions.

BOB TAYLOR - Timid, and a little unsure. You would have to guide Bob a little at first, as you place his hands to settle on your waist. I imagine he would be a little stiff, tensing up when your lips meet his. For a while, you would have to initiate any intimate moments with Bob and put in most of the work. Poor boy would be a blushing, stuttering mess. Though Bob loves it when you cradle his jaw, your lips softly molding with his as you take the lead. There's something special about being held by his partner, in this personal moment only shared between you two. Bob's favorite places to kiss you are your cheek and shoulder. It's easier, as he doesn't have to look you in the eye so it gives him the chance to encase every drop of love he has into it. He won’t admit it, but he personally loves it when you kiss the corner of his mouth.

[rowrowronnie]

why would james gunn give him to me only for him to be taken away brah 😭😭😭😭

[deadliestfishinthesea]

Love always comes back (like a boomerang)

How you meet Captain Boomerang while working undercover for A.R.G.U.S. (and eventually fall for him)

Part 1.

Boomerang X Y/n

CW: swearing

2.600 words

You can also read this on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54019207/chapters/136749250

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“I am aware that you are already well informed of the system I have put into place. But I will warn you again, Dr. Y/n. These people are not your allies. If they see a chance to take the upper hand, they will take it, even at the cost of your life. I hope you keep that in mind if you are to get the chance of working with Colonel Flag on the field.“ Amanda Waller's everlastingly stern voice rang out trough the speakers. Y/n looked at the screen, directly into the woman's cold eyes.

“Yes, ma'am. Of course.“ Unwavering calm ran though her own voice, a skill she obtained with years of communicating with people in power.

“Good. You have been granted access to inmate 117-12-60. Direct contact isn't allowed.“ As if she'd want to be in any kind of direct contact with a dangerous convict.

“Copy that, ma'am.“ The woman disappreared from the screen and Y/n leaned back from the table where the laptop sat. She turned her head to her side, looking at Aaron Cash, one of the main guards around here. He offered her a derisive smile, nodding his head once.

“Ready to swim with the sharks?“

“From what I heard there's only one shark in here.“

Cash let out a short chuckle, crossing his arms in a way that seemed to convey his superior knowledge on the matter, but Y/n wasn't sold on that just yet.

“Oh he ain't the deadliest fish in this sea.“

_____

For the rather unimpressive amount of time she worked in the facility, Y/n had seen with her own eyes a good portion of prisoners be admitted into the so called shithole named Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. And if she was honest, she had to partially agree with the nickname – it definitely was a shithole, just more so for the inmates than it was for her.

One of the prisoners she witnessed being brought in was George 'Digger' Harkness himself, alias 'Captain Boomerang'. Whatever the case was, in this place he went by 'inmate 117-12-60' as stated in the official reports.

She distinctly remembers the man, restrained with metal clasps around his ankles and hands on something resembling a box cart that the guards used to manouver him around. He was unsuccessfully trying to set himself free, cursing at the guards the whole time.

“Piss off ya' fucken' mongrel!“ Colorful, she thought as she watched from a distance. 

“Now that's some fresh meat. Had a bit of trouble finding this guy.“ Cash stood next to her with a smug expression on his face as he spoke.

“Get a dog up ya', ya' wristy-“ One of the guards grabbed him and the clasps opened, nearly sending him to the ground, „Ah, 'coff ya cunt!“

Y/n had a hard time understanding what he was saying from this distance. She frowned as she watched the scene unfold. Once inside the cell, a beep of the comms on the guard's chest could be heard, followed by a few words exchanged, and the laser beams on each side of the cell's entrance lit up, finally imprisoning Captain Boomerang.

She watched the convict with curious eyes the whole time she was leaving, and the last thing she remembers is him turning his head and looking directly at her before she fully turned around.

The memory ended then, and she was back in the present, listening to her and Cash's boots echo on the ground as they walked the halls. Once in front of the big metal doors, they opened with a loud clang and she squeezed her clipboard as they entered the penitentiary, spotting her targeted cell in the corner.

She took a deep breath and reminded herself of her task, glancing at her clipboard. Go in, talk to the inmate, see if he has potential for Waller's plan, get out.

“I think I'll be okay from now on.“ She told Cash with a turn on her head.

“You sure?“

“Yeah.“ She looked ahead at the cell. She needed to do this alone. With a shrug and a mutter of 'okays' and 'fines' Dixen left for the door, leaving her to walk alone towards the guard standing in front of the cell.

While walking she remembered that at this hour, most of the prisoners were sent out for yard time, so nearly every cell in the block was empty. But not Boomerang's. Y/n wasn't sure why he wasn't also outside, and she questioned if the rumors the guards were passing around were actually true. Apparently, a fight breaking out in the yard a couple of days ago resulted in three guards being dropped unconcious and Boomerang being sentanced to lockdown for the rest of the week. Given the place they were in, Y/n considered that an almost merciful punishment. She wondered if that really happened, or if her request for privacy had been granted so they held him back for her arrival.

The entrance to the cell was seethrough thanks to only the lasers acting as doors, but from her angle it didn't show Harkness yet. She approached the guard standing next to the entrance.

“You can go.“ An all access security card was already in her hand, hovering in front of his face.

“But-„

“I said go.“

He turned with hesitation, but didn't say anything as he walked away. When the guard was out of range, she looked at the cell, but still couldn't see Harkness. She had seen him before, though, even if only once. She stepped to the side, now facing the cell entrance, and Captain Boomerang himself.

Boomerang's back was turned to her, but when he heard the boots outside his cell finally walk up to him he turned around. She instinctively took note of his issued white t-shirt and orange sweats. His hands were in his pockets. He didn't say anything, just stared at her, which created an uncomfortable pit in her stomach that she hoped she hid well enough with her neutral gaze. He started walking right up to her and Y/n realised with every step she wasn't prepared as well as she'd thought. He was huge up close. Not only taller but much bulkier than she remembered. He was so close his body was nearly touching the lasers, and she started to wonder what would happen if he did touch them.

Even with his surprising proximity she didn't move, and she wasn't sure why. Maybe she was caught off guard and frozen, or she didn't want to seem intimidated by stepping back. He stared down at her with his eyebrows drawn in an almost captivating frown and his head cocked to the side in intrigue. Y/n quickly realized he was checking her out, comparing and assesing how much of a threat she was. Should she be offended if he didn't see her as one?

“George Harkness?“ She finally broke what felt like a minute long silence.

“Who's askin'?“ He spoke in a low tone, never breaking eye contact.

“My name is Y/n, I'm a licenced psychologist.“

“Yeah, I remember you. You were the sheila staring at me when I came in here.“

Her eyebrows raised, but she hid the slight embarassment she felt, “Yes. I was sent here to… evaluate some inmates by the request of the warden.“

“Ah, what? I send a couple assholes to medical and all of a sudden I'm qualified for a drongo?“ He scoffed.

“So you did cause a fight in the yard?“ It was true after all, and Y/n realised she could use it to her advantage.

 “Oh, I'm not confessin' anythin' to ya, missy, but you're in the wrong spot. See, I ain't got a 'roo loose in the top paddock like some of these nutcases.“

“I don't think you're crazy. But I was sent here to prove it. If you want to be let out of lockdown you'll have to answer some of my questions.“

He leaned back and glanced around for a moment, “Then shouldn't these therapeutic sessions be done in uh… I don't know, not in the middle of a cell block?“

“Well, I'm afraid it's hard to provide a seaside view lounge on such short notice. We'll have to make due with what we have.“

“Aw, killer. I'm best relaxed when out of handcuffs. Well, most times, that is.“ He sneered. She tried her best to ignore his comment.

“My first question-“

“So they let you in this shithole with no security jus' for a questionaire?“, he squinted at her.

“I asked for a private conversation.“

„That's why you ordered ol' guard here to fuck off like you're his boss?“ Her eyes widened slightly at his words. Did he just figure out she wasn't here for that kind of evaluation? Maybe doing this without Cash by her side wasn't such a good idea.

Harkness saw the way she was caught off guard and chuckled low and taunting, “You aren't just some psychiatrist, are ya, love?“

“Psychologist.“

“Yeah, yeah, but what else?“

She sighed, “It doesn't matter what I am. What matters is if you want to-„

“I'll tell you what I want.“, he lowered his head to match her height, “I want out of here. And not just out this cell, out the whole place. An' if you can't do squat about that, then your questions won't be much help to ya', doc'.“

“You're right. I can't do that.“

Y/n was quiet for a moment.

“Well then, I guess we're done here.“ She spoke quietly.

“Yeah, we are.“ He nearly whispered.

Both of them were quiet for a few seconds, still looking at each other, but when she caught herself observing the loose strands of hair on his forehead she abruptly broke the silence.

“Thank you for your cooperation, George Harkness.“, her proffessional tone cleary got on his nerves, but he stayed quiet. He backed away from the lasers then, and she turned around to leave.

When the big doors opened again, Cash was waiting on the other side. He shot her a questioning look. She started walking down the hall.

“I need to make a report.“

____

“All in all, you have the upper hand. He is motivated to get out of here, by any cost, and if you grant him that hope I don't see how he wouldn't be willing to do your bitting.“

The woman on her laptop screen nodded approvingly, “Good work, Dr. Y/n. Your next evaluation will be with inmate 00-10-94, so called King Shark. He is the newest added member to our little circus.“ Waller went over some details about the shark, and as she was explaining Y/n looked over to the folder next to her. Captain Boomerang's records.

She knew they were all convicts, guilty of all kinds of crimes. She aimed her attention back to the screen, trying not to think about the conversation she had with Boomerang. It was all just standard procedure she had to follow to work with Rick Flag and the task force Waller wanted so damn much. Still, gathering information to find out whether they would risk suicide for freedom made her stomach turn a little. She knew about Waller's contingency plan, but she didn't know how exactly she planned to make the criminals do anything she wanted. It wouldn't be good enough if she just promised them shortened sentances, they would all escape the moment they stepped foot outside. Y/n could imagine just how far Waller would go to ensure that doesn't happen.

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Less than a week later Harkness was let out of lockdown. Y/n spotted him outside during yard time when she was making her way from the north wing to the penitentiary. It was pretty cold out and there was a slight fog in the distance, thouh he was playing basketball. In shorts. He palyed with three other inmates, laughing at them whenever they missed their shot.

She looked to the fence, where an inmate was arguing with a security officer. Y/n approached the fence and a guard opened the entrance for her, letting her into the yard.

“Doctor.“

“Hey, Gary. What's with the First Amendment over there?“ she watched the argument between the officer and the inmate get more heated.

“Oh, that guy? We call him Rango. Just got him in a couple weeks ago.“

“Hard time adjusting to prison, it seems.“

Before she could reach the door to the building Rango punched the guard he was yelling at across the face, sending him stumbling backwards and nearly bumping into Y/n. It was as Rango went to take another punch which would've hit Y/n that Digger Harkness socked him across the jaw. Where did he come from? Digger landed another uppercut before Rango hit a right hook to his temple.

“Get him, Boomerang!“ she heard an inmate yell before a majority of them started cheering.

Y/n watched in disbelief as they went crashing into a table. Guards quickly ran up to pull Harknss off of the guy, yeling at both of the convicts in the process.

“Really, Harkness!? After you just got out?“

“Give him a break, man, he just really misses his cell!“

Y/n's eyes were on him the whole time as they dragged him away. Did he really just save her? He didn't have to. They both knew he was on thin ice since he fought those guards, now he was definitely up for lockdown again just because he saved her. Holy shit, she thought, he's up for lockdown because he saved her. She had to stop the guards.

After a short time she made her way over to the medical facility. There were a couple of officers standing in front of it and before she could go in one of them spoke up.

“Y/n!“

She turned to him, “Gary!“

“You okay?“

“Yes, I'm- Where's officer Ryan? I need to talk to him.“

“Uh, broken nose, he's in there. But be careful-“

“Thanks, I know.“ She was already opening the door to the building. When she found the room officer Ryan is supposed to be in she stepped in and walked past Boomerang. He was sat up in the adjustale hospital bed, tied to it with leather restraints around his ankles and wrists, and when he looked up at her surprise spread trough his features, but she didn't have time for that as she walked right by him.

Boomerang couldn't hear any voices coming from the other rooms, so he imagined she already left, but after some time she walked back into the room.

 “Well, fuck me dead, if it it isn't miss pretend doctor?“

She rolled her eyes, stopping at the foot of the bed. She could look at him up close now and notice his black eye, along with a slight bruise on his jaw. He had a couple of stitches on his shoulder, and she could only guess there was more on his back.

“You look like shit.“

“Hah, then you clearly didn't see the other poor bastard. Oh, and you're welcome, love.“

“No, you're welcome. I talked to the guards, they should… shorten your lockdown.“

“Hey, fair suck of the sav, doc'.“

“What?“

“I saved you from a nasty bruise, but I did the paw patrol a favor too, ya know. That wanker Rango's been up their asses two weeks now. And all I get is a fifty percent isolation discount?“

“You broke a table. And I never said it was fifty percent.“

 He groaned, his head falling back on the pillow. He looked at her, not moving his head, and to Y/n he looked like he was resting on a deckchair on a nice remote beach rather than recovering from a fight in a prison yard.

“Betcha wouldn't even untie me if I asked.“ He wriggled his hands around in his cuffs to emphasize his point.

“You're right.“  

He looked at the ceiling in defeat, but his eyes found her again when she spoke up.

“But.. I did want to thank you.“

“Well, let's hear it, then.“

“You just did.“ she said as she walked out of the room.

[themyscirah]

Amanda... I miss her.

But I don't trust a single person to write her other than Ostrander/Yale. Like I don't trust them to do it right. Because like it's easy to write her being shady and manipulative and involved in secret government conspiracies. That's what she does. But it feels so hollow once you've seen her character in the way Ostrander describes it. Like she is a woman who is desperate and trying to do what she thinks is right. She has found a place of power (as a fat Black woman in the 1980s) and is doing anything she can to fight and hold onto it as powerful and ambitious men try and steal it from her. So she doubles down. She doubles down on the shady deals and the broken promises and the violence and she destroys her enemies, and loses a part of her soul in the process. And then some other ambitious politician rises up and the process repeats itself over and over and over again as each time she loses more of her morality and more of her soul and more of the respect her colleagues had for her. In place of that she gains more power, she gains fear, and an even more badass reputation. Until by the end of the book the villains begin to understand/sympathize with her more than the heroes ever will. Like THAT is who Amanda Waller is. It may happen subtly, it may happen over a longer period of time but that descent is a critical part of her character! She is a tragic character! And I feel like every perception of Suicide Squad I've seen outside of the original has her as this static villainous snapshot which is just untrue to her core imo. Like she is not a hero. But she is also not JUST a villain. She is a highly flawed character who is always descending farther and farther into villainy as she is led there by what she believes is right.

[kilowogcore]

I ain't too big on the carceral state, poozers. It's somethin' that can't really happen 'til after the revolution, but I'm on board with prison abolitionism.

(Art sampled from "Suicide Squad: Kill Arkham Asylum" Vol. 1 #5 by John Layman, Jésus Hervás, David Baron, Andworld Design, Ben Meares, and Katie Kubert)

[fridgrave2-0]

i can't describe how bad mission impossible 7 is, it ruined my life

i wasn't expected it to be good or at least fine, but it's something else in the worst way possible

if benji is not the creator of the entity and not a twist villain, i will break something

[anarchic-miscellany]

Terrible Screenplay Idea: Think Tank

At a white collar supervillain prison, a ragtag bunch of evil geniuses are gathered together in a room in order to put their brains to good use: an evil alien space craft is on the way, and the world needs experts who can come up with a way to take it down. If these supervillains can stop it, then they will be shown leniency in their sentences.

Death rays, robot armies, ascending the human race to "the Cloud", creating a rival craft, or engineering a virus to wipe out the aliens: these scientists have all got their own plans for dealing with the aliens, but do they have the smarts to overcome their own flaws and each other? A white-collar "Suicide Squad!"

[harlequinncosplay]

♦️ SUICIDE SQUAD ♦️ PRISON UNIFORM

So, there aren't any pre-existing replicas of this version of the uniform. There IS however an officially licensed replica of the clean prison uniform, which Harley wears at the end of the movie.

With some distressing and aging of this version, it wouldn't take long to turn this replica into a screen-accurate version of Harley's prison outfit!

[godspeedviper]

and he's very happy about it!!!

[swanluvrr]

"Did you get enough love, my little dove

Why do you cry?"

"Shall we look at the moon, my little loon

Why do you cry?"

[intexda]

The worst episode of the Mandalorian was s1e6: The Prisoner. It's near just 41 minutes of obnoxious, edgy suicide squad OCs screwing up the mando vibes. It was the crossover I never knew I didn't want.

Featuring such fun characters as: Harley Quinn the twi'lek and Non clown Letto Joker who constantly makes jokes about what's under Din's helmet.

The only saving grace for the episode is Din eventually taking them all out and blowing up the guy who hired them. The bad part is most of them remained alive at the end of the episode.

I am forever convinced they were supposed to get a spinoff back when disney was contemplating conveyor belting spinoffs. The only one who returned was Mayfield in "The believer" He was written much better in his return, still an asshole but he wasn't overdone like he was in the prisoner. He played well to Din's character much better.

They managed to take one of the worst characters and turn him into one of the better ones. I'm not sure that's possible with the other 2 that survived, but maybe it will happen.

[how-serene]

Just Say You'll Hold Me

Scenario - What it's like to cuddle/hug Abner Krill, Bob Taylor, and James Lewis.

A/N - These three deserve a fucking hug every once in a while.

ABNER KRILL - Unfortunately Abner would take a little more convincing to initiate cuddling with him, despite how touch starved he is. Due to his childhood, not receiving much love or warmth from anyone. When it comes to cuddling, they're all encompassing as he'll probably hold onto you for dear life, worried you'll change your mind about him any minute. He'll usually wrap his arms over your shoulders when hugging, liking the feel of your warm palm rubbing up and down his back. At night, he probably prefers to be held onto, as it reminds him that he is in fact wanted and loved. Over time, your touch becomes his sweet haven.

BOB TAYLOR - Assuming he trusts you completely enough to hold him. Bob loves having your body curled around his, as you hug him from behind. It makes him feel protected, and the warmth emanating from your body provides an extra layer of soothing he needs during the night. When he wakes up, body trembling from a previous nightmare or panic attack, it's your arms snaked around his waist that help anchor him back to reality. He probably wont initiate hugs or cuddles himself most of the time, but he doesn't deny how safe they make him feel. Or how safe you in general make him feel.

JAMES LEWIS - The job of a teacher does not spark the most joy all the time, and often leaves him tense and stressed. So when he comes home, exhausted from the day, he'll usually seek you out and hold onto you for a while before saying anything. I feel he gives the best hugs, and is probably the best to cuddle. He loves to wrap his arms around you, pulling your body flush against his as he nuzzles his nose against your neck. His hugs are more like a long embrace, as he squeezes you and sighs in your arms.