In spite of everything I love
Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to
make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or
explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it
does not work like that. Second, she’s
not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD
and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she
relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb
blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11”
of pure muscle and is not top heavy)
If you want a good Harley
backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of
it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s
disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a
patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten
years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but
sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually
focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the
meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs
to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and
getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now
there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find
worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long
as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t
internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She
actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad
studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look
like self-harm or is well covered up.
When Arkham accepts her, fresh
from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see
is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves,
self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s
when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone
else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed
girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than
herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even
bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are
amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary
but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is
showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and
gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the
professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really
like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how
to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for
other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting
better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline
park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out
over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored
downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly
she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru.
The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending
to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.
After her weekend of freedom she
would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The
relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is
disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic
attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice
about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor
Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new
clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous,
cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like
a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it.
She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She
almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it
when he likes things.
It’s wrong and unprofessional,
the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been
so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows
how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she
needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small
things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland
slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her
happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and
hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love
him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to
protect and nurture something so important to him.
When the choice comes between
her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the
spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question.
She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let
herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn
and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still
living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous
clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a
Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”
Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.
Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?
Devi’s been WAAAYYYY overdue for a design update! I revamped her halfway back in like, 2011, but never had a full outfit down. Now she’s a gym leader too!!
She used to frequent arena circuits as a popular fighter, but moved on to take on the mantle in Veilstone. Based on how it looked in Platinum I think the building is a Literal Non-League Gym too, taking in inexperienced fighters and the like to train, sometimes with Devi herself (even though she’s kind of shy, personally).
I’ve been binge watching Fine Bros Reaction videos and it just got me thinking.
This isn’t going to be coherent enough to be like a paragraph so it’s gonna be a list instead
-Bitty’s a YouTuber
-He posts regular updates to his vlog, and interacts with fans on his channel and through other forms of social media
-Now N never really tells us how YouTube famous he is, but I’m actually willing to bet that a vlog like that would have at least 1 million subs. But honestly I’m imagining more like 3-4 million, and these especially picked up during Bitty’s time at Samwell (like he had a smaller following before this, and the spike definitely happens like sophomore year and just grows into Junior/Senior year)
-(Bitty wasn’t hella aware of how much he was pining after Jack and people were there for the drama)
-SO YouTubers aren’t solitary creatures, they tend to interact with, and follow each other on YouTube and on other social media platforms
-And once Tubers become bigger, other bigger names notice them. They’re verified on Twitter, so any @’s they do are noticed by any bigger people
-(which means Beyonce definitely tweeted Bitty into his Junior/Senior year and says she loves his vlog)
-(this being in response to a tweet he sent out for his most recent video where he gushes on a Beyonce event)
-(Beyonce says she’s binge watched a lot of his stuff and now follows him on Twitter and YouTube)
-(Bitty is shook)
-So I imagine Bitty does lots of collabs! He’s totally done several with NerdyNummies, since they both bake
-and honestly? He’s paying for his college with this dough. Like he’s not making a small sum, and he donates a fuck ton of it to LGBTQ organizations, cause he likes money, but not that much.
-Like I can see him as someone who doesnt want to spend his money on himself
-Going on, he’s friends with a lot of YouTubers. He doesn’t talk about his channel much to his friends and teammates
-UNTIL ONE DAY HOLSOM BURSTS INTO HIS DOOR AND IS LIKE
-”BITS WHAT THE FUCK WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO BE ON YOUTUBER’S REACT???”
-And Bitty kind of shrugs and is like “I mean, I told you guys I had a thing in NYC”
-Holsom is fuckin speechless and like dies and ends up subscribing to Bitty and watching a lot of his collabs and asking him questions and stuff
-Bitty gets into YouTube rewind for 2016
-When he gets asked, he DIES. He immediately tells his team, because this just isnt something he can keep in
-Also imagine Bitty with his silver and gold play buttons <3
-Tons of YouTubers have books, so after much prompting from his fans, he makes a cook book for them
-It sells millions of copies
-He’s on YouTubers React AGAIN but to react to Rewind
-Also, Bitty going to like Vid Con and being invited to Creator Summits
-Bitty having Vine and Music.ly phases
-Doing more collabs just with his team and like they love it and you can tell he’s just really relaxing into YouTube and like friendships and his like genuine openness about having a BF and being out to his channel and like having such a support group
-His parents totally know and love him so much. Suzanne is soooo proud of him and buys the cookbook and like all of her friends do too its SUCH a big deal
-Just <3 I need more of Bitty on YouTube and how this affects him because with his sunshine personality and everything, like he’d get a following. He really would.
Imagine Wrench Getting You To Go ‘Alien Hunting’ With Him
You glanced up from your laptop with an unamused expression as Wrench held up the camera, a ‘^^’ face on his mask.
“Soooo?” He asked, excitement in his voice as he looked from the camera to his mask.
“No.” You said, dropping your eyes back to your laptop and tapping away.
“Come on, (Y/N)! Why not?” He whined out like a child, scooting closer to you and slowly pushing the top of your laptop down.
You let out a frustrated sigh and slammed your laptop down, scaring Wrench enough to make him jump backwards, his mask changing to two circles. “Because, aliens are not real.” You finally said, glaring at him again before you set the laptop next to you and stood up.
“Pfft, you don’t mean that.” He said, waving a hand in the air, his mask switching to his normal X’s. “Come on, just join me on the roof, I’ll show you it’s for real.”
You let out an exasperated sigh and got up. “Fine, let’s go.” You finally agreed, grabbing your coat and yelling back at the others that you and Wrench would be back later. The hacker was ecstatic that you actually agreed and couldn’t stop bouncing as you two made your way to the outskirts of San Francisco, finding a quiet spot near water where you two could sort of see the night sky, although most of the stars were dim because of the light pollution.
You sat next to Wrench on the rocks, listening to the water splash against them as he scoured the sky for anything unusual.
A beep came from Wrench and he looked down at his pocket, pulling out his phone and reading something. He let out a nervous sigh and pushed it back into his pocket. You gave him a look of concern. “Everything alright?” You asked him.
“Yeah…” He muttered before his mask glanced over at you. “Question, would you… I don’t know… maybe wanna go get some coffee and donuts sometime?” He asked with a nervous laugh before quickly adding on, “Just the two of us. Me and you. No one else, just us.” He scratched the back of his head before trying to add on again. “I-I mean, not in a weird way! Just as a, y’know, friends hanging out. U-Unless, you know, you want it to be something else, then I mean, we can make it something else but, I-” You cut him off by laughing a bit too loudly at his nervousness. His mask turning to a ‘/ \’ like he was offended, and his shoulders slumped.
“N-No! No don’t take that the wrong way, I was just wondering when you would finally ask me.” You giggled, making him perk up. “Yeah, no, totally, I’d love to. Let’s make it a date.” You grinned, making his mask light up with all different kinds of emotions. ‘!!’ being the main one.
“Awesome! Yeah! Let’s do it! But tomorrow, because right now…” He turned back to the sky and gestured widely at it. “I gotta prove to you that there is life out there!” He yelled out the last part, making you roll your eyes but giggle at him nonetheless.
Could you write an 'Alice in Wonderland' Gency AU? (Sorry to bother you Ribbon!) You're writing is amazing, keep it up!! ❤️
Oh that’s no bother at all, I love this AU! Thank you doll face!
At the age of 19, Angela Ziegler lost her parents to a deathly illness. With no other choice, she is forced to marry a rich stranger. But upon the day of the wedding, an orange furred rabbit appears. Quick, and seemingly disappearing in streaks of blue, Angela deserts her fiance to follow the orange rabbit, hoping that it will lead her to something better.
The orange rabbit yells, calling her luv, before disappearing down the rabbit hole. Mercy follows, getting her wedding dress torn and finding herself face to face with the orange rabbit, a tall but lanky man who smells of fire, a larger man with a tattoo of a pig on his great belly, and a small brown mouse with pink blush on her cheeks.
“You’re Mercy! Luv, you have to be! You have to be the Mercy that saves us all!”
The orange rabbit is speaking too fast for her to understand, speaking of mercy and saving the white queen. Angela is confused, but gets the rabbit’s name as Tracer. Junkrat and Roadhog as the other men, who are arguing over whether she is the real Mercy, and the small mouse is known as D.va.
They lead her to a garden where a white moth with the face of a man speaks to her. His voice is booming, and he asks that she calls him Reinhardt. After having Tracer open a scroll, he explains that the White Queen has been killed by the Blue Queen. The Blue Queen is cruel and horrible to the people of Wonderland, and it was prophesied in the scrolls that a girl by the name of Mercy would bring the White Queen back to life. By doing so, they’ll be able to defeat the Blue Queen and live in peace once again.
Angela refuses to believe its her. Her parents were doctors, and she too knows the knowledge of medicine, but bringing someone back from the death is beyond impossible.
Trying to get the orange rabbit to take her back to her own world, they’re interrupted by strange soldiers. Soldiers made of metal and steel with a large creature made of metal but much more deadly. Reaper of Hearts leads the soldiers, a man made of darkness and smoke.
They attack, trying to capture Angela, but she escapes with the help from the others holding the soldiers back. Forcing to leave them to get captured, Angela escapes into the woods. A bullet grazes her arm from the great beast the others call Bastion, but she survives. Soon finding herself all alone in the great forest.
I’m really in love with AU??? But i haven’t even gotten to Genji yet, so, maybe another part?
Can you do a drabble for Jily with number 23 or 29 I can't pick? Thank you!
“at it like bunnies”
#23: “The skirt is supposed to be short.”
modern muggle au <3
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” Lily says, indignant.
Marlene just sniggers. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Your eyebrows did.” Lily inspects herself in the mirror one more time and then turns to face her friend and housemate.
“You look great, can we go now?” Marlene asks, finishing off the bottle of wine in her hand in one take.
“Is she ready?” Mary pops her head around the door, looking hopeful. Lily frowns at both of them. “Aw, don’t be like that Lils, you’ve been an hour.”
“No, you’re primping.” Marlene just manages to dodge the cushion Lily throws at her.
“Fine then, let’s go.” Lily grabs her bag and pulls Marlene up from the bed.
“She’s ready!” Mary yells as they head downstairs, and the responding cheer from the kitchen makes Lily frown again.
Marlene slings a comforting arm around her shoulder. “We love you really.”
If this was a normal night, Lily would have been ready a long time ago. As it stands though, it’s a fancy dress night and she has a plan. So she accepts the teasing from her friends as they do one last shot and then leave, heading towards the pub, because she knows it will all be worth it.
Except it’s not, not immediately anyway. The first pub, their usual, is packed full of other uni students in fancy dress, all in varying degrees of effort. A pack of boys have stretched their student budget to buy banana outfits whilst, next to them, two girls are wearing black dresses with wooden placards around their next, informing Lily they’ve been arrested for public disturbance. Tegan scowls when she sees them, because she too has opted for the jailbird look but, unlike them, has gone full out.
Mary, barely a ladybug with a red dress and some wings, orders the first round. It helps Lily ignore the fact that the reason she’s wearing her ridiculous get up isn’t in the pub. It does not help her ignore the two leering freshers, Thing 1 and Thing 2, who are clearly making bets about which one of them can get her number. Leering was to be expected though and, like the teasing, Lily takes it because it will be worth it, no one’s got the guts up yet to actually approach her and because in an outfit like hers, she can’t say she wouldn’t stare either.
It had been Marlene’s idea, and Lily had agreed both because she was desperate and because she’d known she’d look good. And she does. The skirt, as short as humanely possible without showing her arse, and the heels, too high for her own good, make her legs look endless. It’s a look that could kill.
It’s also a look, apparently, which boosts her alcohol tolerance and self assurance. So, by the time they reach a club, despite the several rounds of shots and jaeger bombs, she manages to get passed the bouncers without stumbling once. They dance for what feels like hours, Lily spinning with Mary and Tegan and almost breaking her ankle when she drops to the floor during Low with Gemma. Marlene vanishes and returns with a boy, yelling to the girls that he’s got a party at his house.
They go and Lily has almost forgotten why she is wearing what she’s wearing. Then she steps into the boy’s living room and she remembers.
He’s dancing on the other side of the room, with Sirius, of course, and he looks beautiful. Maybe it’s the disco lighting. Maybe it’s the leather jacket he’s wearing. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s in love with him. Whatever it is, he’s never looked fitter and Lily almost runs out of the room before he can get a chance to see her.