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
“Your ass looks great.” “Will you fuck off for a second?”
“You’ve really fucked me over this time.”
“Please let me in.”
genre: fuckboi!jungkook, roommate!jungkook, possibly smut in the future? angstish for now tbh
How you ended up with the world’s biggest fuckboy as your roommate, you don’t know; actually you did but still why you stayed you don’t know. This was seriously one of the world’s wonders; there were no common interests or reasons we had to get along but somehow we both ended up in this place together. You had been placed in the same apartment thanks to your friend Jimin who was moving to his own place and he said he’d look for a roommate for you, you didn’t expect that guy to move the worst person he could possibly choose into your home.
“I’m sorry, okay? He needed a place to stay after getting kicked out of Youngjae’s place.”, Jimin sympathetically told you whilst you tried to enjoy a meal. “If they kicked out, what makes you think I want him?” “Come on, he’s like a younger brother to me, he’s your age. Give him a chance?” “He’s literally the worst, since the day I met him I’ve wanted to murder him.” “Jeez, you need to stop hanging out with Yoongi.” “Besides the point, Jimin.” “I’m sorry, just give him a chance, if you can’t stand him, just leave, come to me, I don’t care, but give it a go. I kinda do wanna live on my own now?” “Am I the problem?”, you asked unamused by his hectic argument. “No, no, it’s not you, it’s just easier to get to work and school from my new place. You’re always welcome over if you need to stay or something, don’t worry.” “Fine, this is all for you Park Jimin.”
The things you do for this guy; you had a soft spot for Jimin, he was like an older brother to you. The one you never had, he really needed a roommate and soon you became friends, that was after realising you guys had mutual friends. Well, now you were living with Jungkook for Jimin’s sake.
It wasn’t too bad at first, neither of you spoke to each other and when he did attempt to make conversation you would simply tell him: “Did we agree on talking at this time or am i hearing things?”, causing him to sigh and give up on trying to gain your friendship. Other times you were forced to speak to him, like when he was in front of the fridge, the stove, the microwave or the door. “Move out the way dickead.”, you told him after he was blocking the entrance to the bathroom. “That’s not how you pronounce Jungkook!”, he pouted as he dried his hair with a towel. “Was I trying to pronounce your name? I don’t think so and you’re still in the way!” “My apologies, my lady.” He would always attempt to joke around with you and be friendly, but you assumed he was doing so to be civil not to be friends with you after he dropped you and Isla back in high school, even if you weren’t friends with Isla anymore, it still sucked.
i lov this post bc its sweet but im dying but i just keep thinking abt the time sasuke was desperately looking for naruto (b/c itachi was after him) and he just kept going “please! have you seen a blonde kid with a really stupid face?!?!?” like as if that’s a good descriptor.
*Joker misses an attack*
Morgana: come on man I know you can do better.
*Ann misses an attack*
Morgana: Lady Ann don’t disappoint me now.
*Ryuji misses an attack*
Morgana: You stupid fucking idiot, I fucking hate you, I fucking hate you stupid blonde hair, I fucking hate your stupid mind, I fucking hate your shrimp dick, why haven’t you died yet you piece of shit scumbag, I hope you fucking die like the degenerate scum that you are.
Feb. 10 - Social Media Shenanigans – Jeff kind of wishes that he didn’t know
Kent and Alexei apparently sext each other through Snapchat pretty regularly. 1.3K
“What the hell are you doing?” Jeff asks, a towel over his head as he
enters the locker room.
Kent doesn’t even look remotely embarrassed as he pulls his shirt down and
pockets his phone. “Sexy snapchatting my boyfriend.”
Alexei Mashkov likes his men blond, shameless, and a little stupid, he
supposes. There’s no helping taste.
He shouldn’t be that surprised when, that night while marathoning Game of
Thrones by himself, he gets a notification that he’s received a snapchat from
Kent. When he opens it, he nearly drops his phone and spills his cup noodles
all over his crotch.
Miss you lots babe, when you coming to
Vegas??? Providence is no fun, the caption says. The Kent in the photo is
lying down on what seems to be super soft blankets, the picture taken from the
up-down to showcase Kent’s exceptional abs all the way down to his low
waistband. He has an actual finger in his mouth, like he’s trying to play coy. It’s
clearly sent to the wrong person.
“Your ass looks great.” “Will you fuck off for a second?”
“You’ve really fucked me over this time.”
“Please let me in.”
genre: fuckboi!jungkook, roommate!jungkook, smut in next part
“Wait…”, Jungkook said as you were by the door. “Do you still talk to Isla?” “No, not after what happened.”
Isla and you had stopped speaking because she went ahead and fell for Jungkook, she gave into his ways. Now, you also did like him romantically at one point but would never let yourself drop so low; why else would you have fucked other guys and not him? To forget about your little crush. Isla had found out that you liked Jungkook and she wanted him to herself.
“I’ll expose you if you touch Jungkook. So you better stay away from him.”, she threatened in P.E when you were on opposite teams. “He’s all yours, have him.”, you told her as you passed the basketball to Jungkook. “I said stay away from him! Not pass the ball to him!” “Dude, it’s part of the game! Passing a ball does not mean I’m flirting!”, you told her as you tried to reason with her but she shoved you so hard that your right ankle was sprained. “I am so sorry, oh my God.” “Just don’t touch me or talk to me ever again, that would be better for both of us.”, you told her as you were picked up by a pair of strong arms. “Someone got into the game.”, Jungkook chuckled as he carried your bridal style to the nurse, this earned many dirty looks from other girls. “Why are you doing this?”, you asked him. “I have my reasons, besides you got injured, this is the least I could do as team captain.” “We’re not even a real team.”, you muttered.
All throughout work you couldn’t stop thinking about the moment Jungkook picked you up in front of everyone and actually seemed to care about you, just like today. No, no, no, you couldn’t be falling for that idiot again; you were determined to stop yourself. To snap you out of your trance your boss, aka your older sister, told you to fix up the aesthetics of the store. “Hey, lil sis, will you make it more like appealing? You do have good sense of aesthetics after all.” Even while you were working you couldn’t stop daydreaming about what life would be like as Jungkook’s girlfriend; then you realised he was a fuckboy and had probably never had a girlfriend in his life, just one time flings.
“Baby sis, stop daydreaming or I’ll remove the tattoo of us.”, your older sister joked as she checked up on you. “You know you wouldn’t.”, you replied as you fixed up one of the new bright lights that read ‘love me’. “You’re right but get to work, you’ve got two hours to go!”, she told you and you got right back to it. After you finished you took a rest at the till and took orders from customers who were here for coffee and aesthetics. “Yo, what’s wrong?”, your older sister asked you. “Hung up on a guy?” “You know me all too well, I haven’t even been romantically involved with him and I can’t stop thinking about him.”, you muttered. “Lemme guess, your roommate and old friend, Jungkook?” “How did you know?” “Dude, you muttered his name, saying you’ll kill him while you were working.” “I did?”, you asked her, the shock really hitting you. “Yep, but don’t worry about it, no one heard you except me and maybe a few customers. But that’s besides the point, why are you thinking about him so much?”
I don’t think I need to introduce this video, it’s the video that all of a sudden made me “famous” among crossover editors, the video that went viral, one of the first if not the first in the non/disney crossover community to reach those numbers!
I had been an editor for almost 4 years already when I made Golden Blonde and Jet Black, I had gained some experience and on some aspects, I’m still proud of the video… mostly for the story, cause I can count the thousands of mistakes I made!!!
I’m gonna be honest, I don’t consider it a great video, there are tons of better videos made by better editors, but I guess that the story was what made it so famous: I remember that back then there were already many editors that edited with slash and femslash but it wasn’t as common as nowadays and the videos were often filled with angst or were really short.
Many guys told me that this was like a clean and nice fairy tale featuring two main gay characters, something you don’t see very often (to be really precise, I made this video before Steven Universe was even released!), and that’s what I’m still proud and happy about.
Still…. this video, reaching this numbers, attracted a lot of attention… both positive and negative.
I want to start saying, there are countless of great comments under the video, so many people supporting me and its message, so many people being terribly nice and kind, but there are also… almost as many hateful comments xP
I rarely if ever reply to comments, mostly cause I’m freaking shy and I take HOURS to write even the shortest comment on YT, but I receive comments on this video on a daily basis, and… well, when certain comments are repeated over and over… it does get a bit on my nerves.
So I decided to make this “wall of shame” of some of the most representative bad comments I got. This is just a small part of the total, but it gives an idea.
I skipped all the “this is fake” and all the “vampires can’t be in the sun” comments, even though there are TONS, but… well, those “geniuses” are harmless.
I also didn’t add the comments that criticised my editing: I still believe that you must be a bit of a prick to shit on someone else’s work, and everyone could use good manners, but I do believe the video is not worth defending editing wise XD
I also didn’t add the comments in spanish or other languages, but there are TONS in spanish, and even though I don’t speak spanish, the language is close enough for me to see that more than half of this comments are… not very nice… we can sum up the content of most spanish haters in: “you stole 8 minutes of my life, give it back” and “you’re a whore” or a “gay whore”.
Which is… actually hilarious, seeing how I’m actually an asexual, aromantic virgin! I never bother to reply to who just assumes I’m a lesbian cause I honestly don’t care and take no offence in it, but still… it is kind of funny!
Another kind of comments that’s missing is the “death treats”, mostly cause I deleted almost all of them… now I wish I didn’t, but yeah, death treats were what made me close the comment section under the video for a couple of years.
So yeah… I don’t wanna complain about the success of the video, that’s far from my intention, but I think I needed to vent a bit about those comments, so here you have it!
If you actually read all this… holy crap! Thank you! XD <3
ps: fun fact about the video: the name ‘golden blonde and jet black’ was totally random, I still look at it and wish I could change it but I don’t even know what to name it XD
Anonymous: can you write another william nylander imagine?
A/N: So this has been in my drafts for a while, and just recently these past couple days I’ve got so much motivation to keep writing this little story. So it will have several parts, and I hope you all enjoy :)
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“It’s not fair,” you heard a voice say, “are we just supposed to ignore the fact the owners daughter is smoking hot?” With that you stopped dead in your tracks, leaning against the wall just before the dressing rooms, and decided to listen in on whatever conversation you were the topic of.
“She’s obviously off limits, Willy,” you could recognize Naz’s voice.