and saying he can move his toes~

Harley scenes in Suicide Squad that were 100% in character:

  • Harley yelling ‘Stupid Bats, you’re ruining date night!’ and trying to shoot Batman 
  • Actually most of the car chase scene
  • Harley saying ‘this is me being cool’ before stabbing a guard in the face
  • Harley going 'WHEEE’ when they wheeled her out of Belle Reve
  • Harley kissing the 'Puddin’ choker with that look on her face I can’t find an adequate word for
  • Harley asking Chato if he could light a girl’s cigarette with his pinky
  • Harley beating up the dead guy with her bat and then poking him with her toe to prove he’s moved
  • Harley smiling while trying to look like she has not just been crying her eyes out on that car when the Squad came to pick her up
  • the whole Enchantress hallucination scene, including ‘He married me!’
  • Harley demanding an espresso machine
  • Harley reading a trash romance novel while drinking espresso

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There’s a red path where men never walk. The soil cannot grow anything, and certain people say that even in a flood the dirt of this path is ever dry. Legends say that the ground here is always thirsty, never satisfied. It is a cursed ground. 

Dean digs the toe of his boot into it, then begins walking. The priest behind him does not move. Even a devout man can fear. The pitfalls of mortality, Dean thinks. He doesn’t fear anymore, not since he ceased being a mortal. Not since his family has long since passed into the afterlife. There is no room for fear when a god looks down upon you eternally. 

He turns and looks at the priest, whose eyes are in constant motion looking at the soil.

“It won’t kill you to walk on it.” Dean shifts his weight and kicks at the barren soil, sending dust into the low light of the morning. “C’mon.”

“The ground you walk on is cursed.” Still, he doesn’t move to follow Dean.

A name is whispered into Dean’s ear as the wind passes them, Gadreel.

“Gadreel,” Dean says, forcing the priest’s eyes to finally break from their frantic searching of empty earth, “this is the only place we can go where we won’t be followed. Either you’ve got faith in Cas to guide us to safety, or you don’t. I’m gonna keep walking now, you can walk with me or you can die.”

Dean turns away and continues his path. After a second’s hesitation, he hears Gadreel jog to catch up with him, then they walk together down the dead road. 

Gadreel clears his throat. “Is it true that you can’t die?”

Dean hears the distant barking of dogs and suppresses a shiver. “Not until Cas says I can.”

I strongly disagree! Let me tell you why!

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by buck_y_bucks

“You said you wanted to talk. I don’t know if we ever got around to it.” Despite his breathlessness Steve sounds collected.

Bucky thinks back to the chatter of his classroom, the thin attention broken by shouts. He imagines himself telling Steve, “Your class has problems with volume control, man.” Instead, he says, “I can’t remember. I’ll see you around, yeah?” Bucky smiles, moving to turn.

“I’m hosting a formal debate on Friday night. 7 p.m. It’s about the taxation of the 1%.” It all falls out of Steve in a rush. “You’re welcome to come. You’re welcome to bring your girlfriend or..”
He toes the ground, pointedly not looking at the other professor.

“I’ll come. Unfortunately for you, though,” Bucky starts, “It’ll just be me.” Steve pulls the sign out of his pocket. “I strongly disagree! Let me tell you why!” He doesn’t bother waving it, just holds it above his head. The two laugh again.

“See you then.” Steve says. Bucky echoes the sentiment, disappearing from the hall.

Words: 2476, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2bIURvH
I strongly disagree! Let me tell you why!

“You said you wanted to talk. I don’t know if we ever got around to it.” Despite his breathlessness Steve sounds collected.

Bucky thinks back to the chatter of his classroom, the thin attention broken by shouts. He imagines himself telling Steve, “Your class has problems with volume control, man.” Instead, he says, “I can’t remember. I’ll see you around, yeah?” Bucky smiles, moving to turn.

“I’m hosting a formal debate on Friday night. 7 p.m. It’s about the taxation of the 1%.” It all falls out of Steve in a rush. “You’re welcome to come. You’re welcome to bring your girlfriend or..”He toes the ground, pointedly not looking at the other professor.

“I’ll come. Unfortunately for you, though,” Bucky starts, “It’ll just be me.” Steve pulls the sign out of his pocket. “I strongly disagree! Let me tell you why!” He doesn’t bother waving it, just holds it above his head. The two laugh again.

“See you then.” Steve says. Bucky echoes the sentiment, disappearing from the hall.

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