#the lion the witch and the AUDACITY of this fucking bitch

[serendertothesquad]

Okay, look...I forgot to add this in my Seren's Study of it, but...

The Wordsville Instagram reels.

I hate most of them. That's all I have to say.

...

Oh! OH!! And lest we forget there is an episode called "The Case of the Sillies"...

This isn't fuckin' funny anymore.

[night-in-star-light]

BRUH! THIS AI AIR IS SO SHIT! WHAT DID THEY DO TO AANG?! MAH BOI!!

[andytheaspec]

Pedestrians where I live have gotta be more like new york pedestrians and start being angry at asshole drivers yell at dickheads who almost hit you flip off dumbasses who don't stop for you stop letting them get away with almost killing you

[laurelwinchester]

"Simply put, the Arrowverse hasn't led to any other gigs, so it feels - at least on a career level - that I really wasted my time."

hands down the funniest sentence marc guggenheim has ever written. so ridiculous, so narcissistic, so him.

[forcebook]

Hello! May I ask you something about Bad Buddy? I just rewatched episode 7 (i.e Flirting: The Competition), and there's a scene where Pat is over at Pran's room (flirting) and Wai comes over and Pat has to hide and listen to Wai being dramatic about the play. Afterwards Pran comes back to the room when Pat is leaving and Pat's grumpy/angry? I never understood why. Because Pran gave his own guitar to Wai? It just didn't make sense to me. If you have any idea I'd love to hear :') thanks!!! <3

hi friend!!!! i once wrote a very thorough analysis of this scene but i couldn’t find it 😭😭😭

anyways. in my interpretation it’s more that pat is jealous and sad than angry. because he kept pran’s guitar for Years, took care of it, in hopes of one day returning it to pran and then when he finally does give it to pran, pran gives it to someone else?

pat takes the guitar and their memories very seriously. remember that he nearly threw hands with wai before because pran sang their song (just friends) with him?? there’s also the wai thing since pat is Ridiculously jealous of him.

we, as the audience, know that pran only gave the guitar to wai because it was back when he thought he and pat would never work out and the very existence of that guitar in his apartment reminded him of that. it was too painful so pran trusted the guitar to his best friend, in hopes to move on from everything. but pat doesn’t know that!!!

the guitar contains their memories. and it also symbolizes the love pat has for pran and that he kept hidden away from the world.

and when the guitar is finally out there, with the person it belonged to all along, pat finds out pran gave it to someone else. fucking wai of all people akdjskkdkskdks

that’s more or less pat’s train of thought 🤣🤣🤣

hope it helps! ❤️💙

[burned-lariat]

"You don't see him as a person. You don't care about his feelings." NEITHER DO YOU!

[keybladeciel]

The sheer fucking AUDACITY of that golf cheating bastard to compare himself to Navalny, who is the EXACT FUCKING OPPOSITE of him!

[anyonymous-anon]

I just want yall to know that the Indiana Jones x Empires SMP2 fic is so far 6 chapters long excluding the prologue. Do you want to guess how many full movies are in said fic? 1 :)

And I thought The Mummy had fast pacing, boy was I wrong. You know what? Fuck it, the third movie will be in the same book as well as some filler

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 10, Uneasy - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex, Jade Carthage (sorry), petty behavior.

Word Count: 368

Previously On...: The Lion, the Witch, and the Audacity of this Bitch... Bucky had the balls to answers a call from Jade, abruptly ending sex with you to do so. You contemplated getting back into your old self-harm habits, but decided against it. You and Bucky argued, and it seemed like you really got through to him when you asked him to think of how he'd want you and Steve to interact every time he found himself in a situation with Jade. I'd say it seemed to work, but this is only Chapter 10 out of 28 :(

A/N: As promised, due to my lack of any updates yesterday, here's your second update for today! It's short, I know, but at least you didn't have to wait an entire day to just get < 370 words! :D

I love you! (no question mark) Also, when reviewing it to post, I noticed there was no swearing, and I thought 'can't have that! gotta reputation to maintain!' So I added a 'fucking' at the end, just to keep things on brand.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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While Bucky took his shower, you threw on one of his Henleys and made your way to the communal kitchen to grab some snacks for your film. To your disdain, Jade was already there, pouring herself a glass of juice.

“Trouble in paradise?” she asked with a smirk as she put the juice back in the fridge. “I didn’t mean to overhear, but you and Jamie were just arguing so loudly.” 

“We’re fine,” you said. You grabbed a couple of bags of chips, some Twizzlers, chocolate, and some drinks. “But thank you so much for your apparent concern.”

“Didn’t sound fine to me,” she beamed. “You forget, I have super soldier hearing. Maybe you should consider getting a new therapist, since the one you’re seeing now clearly isn’t helping. I’m heading back to my room, but don’t feel the need to keep the fighting down on my account, ‘kay? It’s better than Netflix!” With a wink, she turned and walked out the door, juice in hand.

In your anger, you were gripping one of the bags of chips so tightly, it popped open in your hand. Coming to a quick and, probably stupid decision, you grabbed your snacks and raced back to your room.

Bucky was just coming out of the bathroom, with only a towel around his waist, when you burst through the door, tossing the snacks and drinks onto your nightstand.

“Ready for the movie now, doll?” he asked, toweling off his damp hair.

“Changed my mind,” you said as you started taking off your clothes. “Sex is back on the table.”

Bucky grinned at you, but his face quickly fell. “Are you sure, sweets? What changed all of a sudden?”

You pulled the towel from around his waist, licking your lips as his cock sprung free, already growing hard in front of you. “Just something I heard,” you told him before pouncing on him. “I’m gonna need you to make me scream, Barnes.”

“It’ll be my pleasure, doll,” he said before hoisting you up and kissing you.

You knew you were being petty, and it was not a great quality, but you didn’t care: you were going to make sure Jade Carthage heard every. single. filthy. fucking. thing.

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[fluffylandshark]

These AI tech-bros really have no shame, do they?

Dear artists

To prevent something from this impacting you and your work...

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Standard fee in my case goes from CHF 900.- to CHF 15'000.-. We ARE talking exclusive rights here. Those don't come cheap~. *uwu*

[paquerettexx]

tokyo debunker - will you marry me? (frostheim ver.)

jin kamurai

> he calls you over to his room. no, he doesn't call you over. he *demands* you to come over. right now. at this instant. grr! typical jin!

> "clean my room, i'm taking a nap." the nerve! you're his significant other, not his servant-!

> "after you're finished pass this to the chancellor. there's also something addressed to you there, i don't care just make it fast." he says before he lays on his bed, dismissive of you.

> the lion, the witch, the audacity of this bitch!

> he closes his eyes and feigns to sleep, his breathing eventually becoming even and the furrow on his forehead coming to flatten. just be thankful he's hot as fuck! and you love him, yeah, that too.

> you can only sigh, he's irritating as shit but you love him anyways.

> after going through the papers trying to find whatever was addressed to you, you found a navy blue envelope with the kamurai family seal with your name on it. what the hell?

> you opened the envelope, there was a silver banded diamond ring glimmering against the light.

> did this man really propose to you asleep????

> after observing contents of the envelope, you see a hand written letter jin. there was a location, a time, and a date too.

> pfft! now you know what he's up to! you better tease the coward for having no balls to propose to you in public, in such a fancy restaurant~

> but knowing his status, there's probably be an engagement party. hmph! who's suffering now, huh?

> though you make it a point to tease him, you know more than anyone that he just values your and his privacy. plus, he doesn't like socializing and all that. he just wants to keep your affairs with each other, after all you are his and he is yours, right~? ; )

tohma ishibashi

> is it coincidence or meticulous planning? probably the latter but you bump into him a lot in the frostheim dorm despite him saying he's busy with jin.

> as if! you don't even miss him, right? ...right? it's not like he's too busy for you or anything or-

> anyways! the first thing he asks you is to play a game of chess with him? isn't he tired of these mind games? ugh!

> "why don't we make a wager? if you win, i'll grant you whatever you want. if i win, you'll do the same for me."

> eh, whatever, he'll probably just send you on an errand. what can you lose?

> ...and what did you expect? did you really think you'll win against him?

> "heh, it seems like i won." hmph!

> "you're going to grant me my wish, aren't you?" he's such a tease!

> "my wish is for you to spent the rest of your life with me."

lucas errant

> luca is clueless as shit. or at least that's what kaito has been muttering for the past two hours.

> "dude! you've been dating them for so long now! at this point i might get married first! and i don't even have a girlfriend!" kaito would whine, causing luca to sigh.

> " i want it to be perfect, but i have no idea what to do." worry not, luca! best man kaito to the rescue!

> so, here now is luca setting down a picnic blanket for you and setting down the picnic basket filled with all sorts of food he had prepared for you. the place was a park surrounded by cherry blossoms in the spring time. it was one of the most beautiful places he has seen in his time here after moving from england.

> true to the luca standards, he's been nothing but chivalrous the whole date which makes you swoon!

> "ah, forgive me for my abruptness but there's..." he doesn't finish his sentence but he takes out a clean handkerchief to wipe off the crumb on the edge of you lips.

> you'd only notice he'd gone red from being too flustered when he realizes how bold he was being... which is totally secretly cute and you're having a hard time to hold your giggles-

> anyways! he flushes even more when he realizes he's been staring at your lips. it must be the perfect time now, he thinks. he already asked permission from his parents, your parents, even your friends and- never mind that!

> and so, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he has prepared for you, ending it with a;

> "____ ____, will you do me the honor of sharing my last name with you forever?"

kaito fuji

> you knew. you just knew he was going to propose to you. from his fumbling hands, averted eyes, and even his nervous yet longing glances.

> every time he asks you out, you made sure to dress up nicely for him!

> knowing kaito, he's a hopeless romantic, a sucker for classics! he'd invite you to a nice restaurant. he's also dressed up well with a cute little blue bow tie on his person too! he has prepared servings of wine too, to make it all classy and romantic~

> but of course something had to go wrong! in fact, every time he'd try to pop the question, a server would appear, a child would burst out crying, even the violinist's violin string suddenly popped! seriously what's with this luck?!?

> nonetheless, the two of you ended up in a park, eating burgers from the fast food chain across the street. you and kaito felt as if the pretense of all that fancy stuff weren't for you or him.

> "whew, i'm glad we're outta there! seriously! what the hell was that?!" he grumbles, having his plans and moments spoiled. he even prepared a speech professing his undying love to you!

> seeing you now, eating burgers with him after that disaster of a date, his eyes would soften in appreciation. after a bout of silence, he speaks up;

> "hey, ____, will you marry me?

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vagastrom | jabberwock | sinostra | hotarubi | obscuary | mortkranken

[famwhy]

Judging Aunties

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X South Asian!F!Reader

Synopsis: you just wanted to enjoy a nice family gathering with your boyfriend but of course your very rude and judgy aunties had to say something because why would they ever let you be happy? Luckily for you, Hobie loved you too much to let them get in the way. (In other words, Hobie being such a comforting and supportive boyfriend.)

Warnings: minor panic attack (I think?) and there will be depictions of racism in this fic as I can't lie to you, lots of South Asian aunties are very judgy when you bring someone that isn't South Asian to a family meet. I do not condone it, nor do I excuse it. This fic is here to condemn it.

Note: I encourage you to read this even if you aren't South Asian as I'd love to share the experiences of south asians to those of you that don't know much. One of the huge, glaring issues is how judging older aunties can be if you decide to date a guy that isn't brown as well and I wanted to write this fic to highlight that issue. Of course, there are many delights about being south asian too but this fic is focusing on one issue. And dw, Hobie tells them to suck it. (Also, the reader is bengali specifically in this.)

The eyes. You could feel them, boring straight into your back—sending whatever voodoo evil-eye shit they could your way.

And all for what? 'Cause you had a boyfriend that looked different to them? Spoke differently and had different mannerisms? So fucking what? He loved you and you loved him, wasn't that enough?

"Ayo," you heard his voice faintly, and you felt guilty when you couldn't help but pay more attention to their gazes on you, "I'm gonna go grab us some'in to eat, yeah?"

You nodded but your eyes stayed cloudy, barely focusing on if he had left yet or not. Though, judging by the muttering voices that grew louder—he was gone and the aunties were approaching.

"Y/N, beti, was that your new... boyfriend?"

Ugh, her voice sounded like nails against a chalkboard to your ears. And—somehow—she made the usually nice-sounding accent that coated her tongue, seem god-awful.

"Yeah, what of it?" You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

"Nothing... just... did it not work out with Rohan? I thought that boy was quite nice."

Here we go.

"No, fufu, Rohan didn't work out."

"That's a shame. He's training to be a doctor, you know—"

Is that so? I didn't know that after the hundreds of times you already told me, auntie.

"—a perfect marriage candidate."

"Mhm, good for him." You dismissed her with a light wave of your hand, barely managing to keep yourself from sinking your nails into her flesh right then and there.

Though, even your restrained actions were enough to cause her to narrow her own eyes at you. "Does your bhai know you're with... him?"

"He's the first person I told."

"He's the first person you told?"—and so the judging continues—"tor maa baaf khene khoysona foila?" ("why didn't you tell your mum and dad first?")

Your eye twitched. "They were also among the first I told."

"And they approved?"

The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

"Why wouldn't they approve?"

"Well, you know—"

"There a problem, ladies?" Lo and behold, the person of interest had made his way back over to you, a plate of your mother's freshly baked samosas in one hand, his other hand resting by his side.

You lit up at his appearance, practically gliding over to him as your salwar kameez jingled with every step you took, emphasising your joy further as your arms looped around his neck and you rested your head against his chest.

His steady heartbeat was always comforting to listen to; always calmed your nerves.

"I can't lie, love, you're looking sweet in dat dress styll."

You giggled, feeling yourself turn into putty from just his one compliment. Even just his presence was enough to melt your bones and render you into an immovable pond of gooey mush, eyes practically turning into hearts as you endlessly swooned.

"And you are...?"

But, of course, all good things must come to an end.

"My name's Hobie, Hobie Brown." He held his hand out to her and when she merely looked at it with narrowed eyes, you could feel your grip tighten around his neck.

"Listen, my niece is very gentle—"

"Gen'le?" He interrupted her, incredulous. "This one? Are you mad?"

"Hobie!" You whined but buried your head into his chest to hide the growing smile on your lips that would give away your true feelings.

"What? It's a compliment, you're a mad ting, you know? Enough to make a big man stumble."

Another sickening, little school-girl giggle left your mouth and you could already envision your aunties scrunching their noses up in distaste at the blatant display of affection but—honestly?—you didn't give a fuck. You were in Hobie's arms and that was all that mattered.

"What is with all your... piercings? Are you in a gang?"

Okay, what did she just say?

You were fully ready to just snap at her but Hobie beat you to speaking first. "Nah, I don't do that gang shit."

"Fufu, I think you need to leave." You turned your head her way, grip tightening even further as your brows caved in tenfold; red, hot rage flowing through your veins.

You were about to pull away—give her a piece of your mind and forcefully make her leave—but, Hobie looped an arm around your waist and prevented you from creating any distance with him.

When you looked up to address him, however, you noticed how he wasn't looking at you—instead, he was staring right at your auntie, lips shaped into a straight line. "Just say you don't like me da'ing her 'cause I'm black, yeah?"

Woah.

Your auntie gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring as she fiercely huffed, raising one pointer finger his way in her rage as she parted her lips, ready to let out another one of her long, bitchy speeches.

But Hobie wasn't having it, and so, shut her right up when he turned his head back your way, tilting your chin and meeting your lips in a sudden—and extremely passionate—kiss.

Your eyes stayed open long enough for you to catch a glimpse of him raising his middle finger up and sending it right her way before you smirked and melted straight into him.

Despite the kiss being done to prove a point, it still didn't feel any less magical as every other kiss with him. Hobie was the only one who could ever make you feel this way—and you adored him for it, regardless of what some stuck-up auntie had to say.

When he finally pulled away (much to your dismay), he turned back over to your auntie, who stood there with her mouth hung open, and said, "do me a favour, yeah? Fuck off."

And soon, you were tugged off, away from the multiple pairs of eyes that belonged to all your other relatives in the room and towards another empty one instead.

Though, as Hobie led you over to the couch, you couldn't help but feel a wave of a certain strong emotion you felt when you brought your last non-brown lover over to a family gathering; a wave so strong, you had to voice it.

"I get it."

"Huh?"

"If you don't wanna be with me anymore—I get it. My aunties are really overbearing and South Asian culture is really, really unwelcome to other races so I—" a lump formed in your throat and you could barely finish uttering your sentence, unable to push past the stupid thing.

"Woah, woah, woah, what are you on about, love?" Hobie's voice sounded concerned but he was probably just trying to be sweet, he would leave you just like your past lover did—and all because of a dumb family gathering. God, how could you be so stupid? You shouldn't have taken him in the first place.

"It's just—" you choked up, vision blurring as your heart constricted and it got harder and harder to breathe.

"Woah, look at me, love. Look at me." His hands placed themselves on your shoulders as he levelled with you, making your nerves relax a little just by the sight of his face. "Breathe with me."

You followed the movement of his chest, breathing in rhythm with him until your vision cleared up and your words finally found you again.

"It's just that— my last boyfriend left me because of my aunties and— and— I don't want you to leave me too."

Please don't leave, I love you too much, Hobie.

"I would never leave you 'cause of some jarring prick that's part of your family. Ever."

You blinked. "Really? Not even 'cause I'm Desi?"

"What are you chatting 'bout? My guy Pav is Indian, you don't see me not bein' 'is mate 'cause of that."

He made a good point.

"Look, yeah, Y/N? I love you. No ma'er what. Never forget that."

And it was at that moment where you, Y/N L/N, found yourself falling in love with Hobie Brown all over again.

"I love you too, Hobie."

(Note: If I catch any comments that undermine this experience or call me racist for writing about this behaviour and calling it out, I will delete them and block the commenter. I take this very seriously and I hope you are mature enough to also do so. That's all, have a good day.)

[moosemink]

Workin alone looks different

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ CH2 - The lecture ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Pairing: No actual Romance just some mentioned, JayRoy | TimKon | BirdFlash Characters: Batfam | Justice League Word count: 2.537 A/N: Here is Chapter two, hope you enjoy ^^ AO3 Masterlist for W.A.L.D.

CW: Fight scene and swearing (nothing too extreme this is rated T)

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The sun had just set over Central City as Barry and Hal left the restaurant.

Barry decided that he would bring Iris here on their anniversary, if the place was still open by then.

He had gotten an anonymous tip that the fancy Vietnamese restaurant was a front for the mob. Despite that their food was great and the atmosphere had been top notch.

Sadly neither of the two heroes had been able to find anything suspicious while eating there.

So they had decided to leave and head for the nearest bar to maybe see if they could pick out any rumors. Anything to confirm the tip off.

Hal had just told a joke he found particularly funny when Barry slammed his arm into the lantern’s chest. Hal opened his mouth to complain when he saw the serious look on his friend’s face. Barry shushed him and moved his arm from Hal’s chest to point down the alley. Hal had to do a double take.

Not only was there clearly a big drug deal going on in the garage at the end of the alley, there was also a very curious character among the mobsters.

“That- No way!”, he muttered under his breath.

“Shiiit.”, Barry whispered back.

“Isn’t he supposed to be a Gotham only guy ?”, Hal’s face contorted into a scowl.

“I thought so too, guess he took the chance of Bats being off world to expand, or something. But why Central City ?”, Barry almost whined. His eyebrows furrowed in anger and annoyance.

“Bastard couldn’t have chosen a better time, huh ?”, Hal tried to joke but he suddenly choked on his own breath when he realized the man in question was staring straight at them. At least he guessed so as he couldn’t see the man’s face under the blood red helmet. But those white lenses, that had no business being that intimidating, were glaring Hal straight into his soul.

Red Hood, the red helmeted crime lord that was among the JL’s most wanted was in front of them.

A shudder went down Hal’s spine. He took out his ring and slowly put it on while he saw Barry getting ready to change in the corner of his eye. He kept eye contact and hood inclined his head as if to challenge him to dare finish putting on the ring.

Hal dared to do just that and all hell broke loose.

The leather clad crime lord pulled one of his guns out and shot a warning shot. The mobsters around him started to scramble and scatter. Barry moved in with full speed to try and catch as many as he could.

Hal, still holding eye contact with the crime lord, watched the man walk towards him calmly. He reached behind him and pulled out a- a fucking crowbar.

Red Hood was planning on fighting him with a fucking crowbar. Hood skillfully twirled it in his right hand, the other hand hovering over the gun that he had holstered again.

“The Lion, the witch and the audacity of this bitch!”, Red Hood spat as he caught the crowbar and pointed it straight at Hal. Then Hood set off in a sprint towards the green hero, much faster than said hero had anticipated.

‘How the fuck can that fridge of a man move that fucking fast ?!’ Hal wasn’t done conjuring a weapon and it was too late to switch it over to a construct for defense.

Hal would like to say he took that crowbar with grace but the definitely very manly yelp that escaped him betrayed that wish. He could feel a violent bruise form on his forearm. The lantern grit his teeth and readied his fist to return the favor but Red Hood hadn’t stopped after hitting Hal.

He had kept running past the hero. Confused and Flabbergasted GL stood there for a moment until a red blur sped past him.

He watched his friend try to tackle the rogue only to be rewarded with a bullet to the shoulder. Barry face planted with a yelp and Hal was moving before he realized, he conjured up a large cage to catch Hood.

Said man performed a back hand spring that looked a bit awkward for his build to evade Hal’s attempt and kept running down the closest alley.

Flash stood up and started giving chase. Hal hot on his heels.

Then Barry took off down a different alley than Hood and Hal knew that he was planning on cutting the rogue off.

Hal conjured up a large net to hopefully block off Hoods escape in his direction. He trusted Barry to take him down this time.

“You’re fucking shitting me.”, Hood growled as he looked between Hal and Barry. The lantern’s net cutting off his escape.

‘No chance he could get through here’, Hal proudly thought.

On the other side stood Flash. This time ready and expecting any bullets.

Hal watched as Hood sighed heavily and put away the crowbar.

“Just my luck that both glow stick and big red are in town.” He grumbled a few more curses under his breath and Hal was pretty sure they weren’t in English or limited to one language.

Hal’s net dissipated as he lost concentration, Barry also seemed highly confused about the rogue’s actions. They both snapped out of it when Hood spoke again,

“Well are ya gonna arrest me or what ? If not then I’ll gladly leave.” He gave both of them very pointed looks despite the helmet. “Well ?”

Barry moved forward quickly gaining speed and tied Hood up. Hal then walked over and picked the mountain of man up. Lucky for him Hood didn’t try and get loose and so they were off towards the closest Zeta-Tube.

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“How’s your shoulder ?”, Hal asked Barry, worry clear in his voice.

“It’s-“, Barry started but cut himself off as he regarded his shoulder, now that the adrenaline had worn off he realized that there was a lack of blood and no hole, Hood had probably shot him with a rubber bullet then.

“It’s fine, huh.”, He prodded the spot and winced, “definitely bruised though.”

“Ya done princess ?”, both heroes snapped their eyes onto Red Hood. The man sat in the interrogation room as if he owned the place. His hands in meta-cuffs behind his back, his legs tied to the chair’s.

“Shut it rogue. We’re in charge of your destiny until Batman comes and gets you.”, Hal put on his best threatening voice and face, it was no Batglare™ but it was usually enough.

Emphasis on usually, Hood simply laughed in his face.

“In charge of my destiny? Is this a school play or s’mthin’ ? I’m shivering in my boots.”, he deadpanned.

Hal sputtered and Barry jumped in trying to gain control over the conversation back, if they ever had it.

“This is no time to laugh Red Hood, we caught you red handed in my city. I want to know what you were doing ? Expanding your business ?” Hood inclined his head,

“You- you went in without knowing the situation ?” His voice was cold and devoid of the sarcastic tone from before. “Are you actually that stupid or what ?”

Barry opened his mouth to start defending his actions but he thought better of it and shut it again. “I don’t need to justify my actions to you rogue.”, he said instead. He crossed his arms to emphasize his words.

“Oooh, big boy is real brave.”, Hood snarled the amusement was heavy in his voice.

Hal shook his head, they had definitely lost control over the conversation now. He sighed and led the irritated speedster out of the room.

“He’s not gonna spill anything this way.” Hal stated, “Only way is if Spooky takes over or if we use the Lasso.”

Barry seemed to mull this over. “Let’s try the lasso, Diana should be in the training room today, right ?”

“Should be, let’s go and see.”

Luckily Wonder Woman was indeed in the training room and she also easily agreed to help them with the interrogation. She’d gladly do her friend, the Bat, a favor.

  And so they found themselves back in the presence of Red Hood. But instead of the intimidating air he had before he now seemed excited ?

“Wonder Woman.”, he greeted the Amazonian, despite the voice modulator, the heroes could hear him smile.

“Red Hood.”, she greeted in return, her voice devoid of any emotions.

She was much better at the whole interrogation thing. She pulled out her lasso and tied it to Hood’s arm.

“Now tell me, who are you ?”

“Red Hood.”, confidence clear in his posture. Diana grit her teeth for a moment before she asked the next question.

“Fine, what were you doing in Central City ?”

“My Job.”, He simply answered.

“What was you goal then ?” Hal chimed in.

“To help my brother.”, Hood hissed. He followed his slip up with some very colorful language.

“Your brother ? What’s his name ?”, Barry joined in now that they were getting somewhere.

“Which one ?”, Hood asked his voice a low growl. He certainly didn’t like the information spilling out of him. “Don’t you dare go anywhere near them or I’ll have you experience a hell worse than anything you could ever imagine. You’ll beg for death.”

A shiver went down Barry’s and Hal’s spines. Those weren’t empty words.

“A threat.”, Wonder Woman hummed.

“A promise.”, Hood spat.

Diana huffed and removed the golden lasso.

“This is getting nowhere.” She shook her head. Hal and Barry agreed and the three heroes left the interrogation room to regroup.

They moved to the surveillance room as to keep an eye on the rogue.

The rogue who was gone.

The meta-cuffs laid unlocked on the floor, the door to the room wide open.

They moved quickly to catch the escapee.

They sprinted down the hallway, Barry rushing ahead to find the man.

“Where are you running to ?”, a young voice asked next to Diana.

Wonder Woman almost tripped from surprise, Hal did trip but he caught himself before he met the floor.

Red Robin had joined them, easily keeping step with the lantern and goddess.

Not making a single noise despite being in his civilian clothes, plus domino mask. A too large, well worn Superboy shirt on, paired with a black leggings-shorts combo and some scuffed sneakers.

“A rogue we were interrogating somehow got out of his cuffs and the interrogation room.”, Hal filled in the teen vigilante.

“That’s not supposed to happen.”, Their unofficial head of tower security stated dryly, his face serious.

“How-“, he started to ask when they came to a skidding stop.

Before them was Red Hood, in all his dangerous glory, sat atop a subdued Flash.

Wonder Woman unsheathed her sword and readied a swing when a laugh- no a wild cackle, tore through the tension in the Hallway. She stopped her attack to look at the source, Red Robin.

He was bending over and heaving with laughter. He seemed to try and say something but was unable to stop laughing long enough.

Hood seemed to puff up with playful pride and reveled in the laughter. Then the bird themed vigilante took some pictures with his phone and Hood posed for them.

The confused heroes standing to the side, Barry still under the heavy rogue.

“This is glorious,” Red Robin finally calmed down, a wide mischievous grin on his face, “I’ll send them to Wally and Arsenal, they’ve got to see this !”

“Might as well just send ‘em to the group chat replacement.”, Hood said with amusement leaking into his tone as he stood up.

Barry quickly got to his feet as well and joined his friends who were watching the pair in confusion. As RR and RH delved into casual conversation the three Leaguers just stood there, unsure what to do as the Gotham vigilante seemed close to the Gotham rogue.

Then relief finally arrived in the form of the close by Zeta announcing, “A-02 Batman”.

The man soon walked around the corner and halted abruptly, clearly taking in the scene in front of him.

He decided to turn around and simply leave but he was stopped by Hood grabbing his arm. Hal sharply sucked in some air.

“B,” Red Robin send his father a very pointed glare, “You know what to do.“ The teen’s tone left no room for arguments.

“Hnn.”

“Yeah, no that’s not gonna happen. My mission got fucked over ‘cause they didn’t know, old man.”, Hood gave him a glare of his own through the helmet.

Then the leather clad man reached up and smoothly pulled off said helmet, revealing short black hair with a bone white streak at the front. A red domino over his eyes, in a very familiar bat-shape.

Now that Hal looked at the way too young looking, ‘holy shit he’s still a child’, crime lord, he realized what the red shape on the man’s body armor was. A red Bat.

“Fuck, no.”, Hal muttered out, Hood who had definitely heard him gave him a mischievous grin that was mirrored by Red Robin.

“Please don’t tell me-“, Barry started, but the Bat cut him off.

“My son, Red Hood.” He confirmed and Hal wanted to scream.

“But he’s a crime lord ! He’s on our most wanted list Spooky !”, Hal barked out.

“He was actually removed from that like three months ago by B.”, Red Robin chimed in.

“This is too much for me.” Hal concluded and turned to leave.

“The fuck you think you’re going ? I’ve got some shit to say.”, Hood drawled, his tone similar to Batman when he was about to scold them to hell and back.

And scold them he did.

“First of you brought me to the Watchtower of all places without at least stopping to think if that might’ve been my plan. Second, you left me with all my gear and only took my weapons, didn’t even do a simple pat down. Third, you let my words get to you and lost control over the interrogation and had to drag Wonder Woman into it, by the way you did great,” RR chuckled next to Hood,” but you didn’t correct the glaringly obvious mistakes of your teammates, you stopped the interrogation way too easily too. Fourth, you left me unattended and went all the way to the surveillance room instead of the room on the other side of the two way mirror in the interrogation room. Fifth, you-“

Batman and Red Robin hurriedly left the Hallway, leaving Hood behind to lecture the super heroes on their many mistakes.

Batman had a proud glint in his eyes, though it was well hidden behind the cowl. Red Robin almost felt bad for the three they had left behind.

He later checked the surveillance cameras after he had seen Hal and Barry look absolutely dead inside.

He admittedly spit out his coffee, his brother had lectured them for 5 whole hours (though he of course let Diana leave after just one hour).

‘Truly, like father, like son.’, Tim mused.

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[rentumblsstuff]

He is SO IMPATIENT AND OBNOXIOUS and I LOVE HIM FOR IT

As is a running bit in the Pasquali’s incident fic series, “he’s a little bit of a dick, pun intended.”

I think we need to remember that Pete has so much fucking audacity. Stop watering down his character; he's kind of a dick/pos

[thedecoy-if]

Honestly, I'm so glad the characters will soften their approach if nothing else toward MC because the whole time they were being dicks, I was like "Cool, now I am sinking this whole ship with all of us in it! 👍 Fuck you." Like, "The Lion, The Witch, And The Audacity Of This Bitch", you know?

Do they not have something like "You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" at where they live or something, for the love of God? SMH.

I laughed at this hahah I think my preference for stories in which they all slowly warm up to each other colored my view on the cast. There will be BIG changes but I hope people like them anyway :)

[vdoesstuff]

Ok so I was re-watching the BOTW Revali's Flap memory.

And I was thinking.

Revali is just BRUTAL.

To briefly recap, the memory goes something like this:

*Revali shows up* "Oh ya I'm so awesome right *Hairflip* Shame ur not as cool as me."

"Hmmm if only I had the Master Sword hinthint then Gabon would be gone hinthint hmm but you have it hmmm what a dilemma"

"Boy you wanna go? Okay lets fucking go. Let's go up there *points to Vah Medoh*."

"Oh. That's right. You can't get there on your own. Because you're a fucking loser."

"GOOD LUCK SEALING THE DARKNESS MOTHERFUCKER"

End scene.

So let's unpack this.

Number 1: Of course, THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH. Like. Link doesn't talk. But all he has done is STAND there and you start coming after him. In a way I sort of respect it, the way he makes something out of nothing.

Number 2: Revali, you do not have the Master Sword for a reason. He even says it himself, he's the most skilled archer of all the Rito. YOU DON'T HAVE THE MASTER SWORD BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING ARCHER, DUMBASS.

Number 3: "Good luck sealing the darkness!" I love this quote. So much. The context. The delivery. The pure snark. Its amazing. If Revali had hair to flip, he would CONSTANTLY be doing dramatic hairflips. And I live for it.

I am not trying to hate on it, its one of my favorite memories. But I feel like we don't talk enough about how much pure sass, snark, and disdain Revali was carrying around in this one.