Nick threw his arms above his head, yawning as he stretched himself in the seat. Judy looked over and snickered at the fox as she drove the squad car. “Tired Slick?” She asked amusedly, keeping her eyes on the road. Nick finished his stretch and looked over. “Bored.” He corrected, “When was the last time a patrol was this dull Carrots?” Judy grimaced in agreement. Since their had patrol started at 8, absolutely nothing had happened. No robberies, no shoplifting, no muggings, not even a jaywalker! “It has been pretty bad,” She conceded, “but look on the bright side, we only have three more hours left!” Nick checked the clock on the dash. “It’s only two!?” He moaned, “Ughhh. Also, we have to pick up Isabelle from pre-school at three so don’t forget.” Judy nodded her head absentmindedly, accustomed to picking up Nick’s daughter when they were on patrol. The pair sat in silence for several minutes while they drove through Savanna Central, searching for any type of crime to break the monotony of their day. When Judy stopped at a stoplight, Nick cleared his throat. “So, uh, Judy, what are you doing tonight?” He asked, trying to seem casual. Judy turned to face him, noticing the use of her first name. “Nothing.” She said giving him a curious look, “Why?” Nick averted his eyes and looked down at his paws. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tonight.” He said quickly. Judy smiled and returned her gaze to the road as the light turned green. “With you and Isabelle? Of course Nick.” She replied, confused as to why Nick was so nervous. “Not with me and Isabelle, just with me. Like a date” Nick clarified awkwardly.
You like Star Wars, you run a RP blog for a some sort of god-tapir entity, and you harass people when you get bored with the first two things. If you aren't the most friendless piece of dried-up feces that has ever festered in the rays of the glorious star that our planet orbits on a daily basis, then color me extremely surprised. I bet you wouldn't talk the amount of shit you do on this blog if you were in an argument IRL. Spineless, insignificant little blade of grass, is what you are.
Wanda and the readers being best friends and the reader is trying to help Wanda have a normalish life and they do boring things like studying together. —
Your POV: You were trying to help Wanda with life, now that she was in The Avengers, but you wanted to help her get a normal life, you didn’t want her to have some only Avengers life, “So Wanda how about we go shopping then we need to study for that test that we have"You said smiling, you had enrolled Wanda into High school, since you were already going to high school so why not, "Sure!"Wanda said grabbing your hand and pulled you to your car.
At the Store.
Your POV: "How about this one"You said pulling a red fitted shirt off the rack for Wanda to see, "Yes I love it!"She said taking it from your hands and pulling you to the dressing rooms, she tried it on and she was so pretty in it, "It’s amazing"You said smiling at the brown haired girl, once you went back to the Tower, you both sat down on her bed and studied for hours, she loved this having a normal life without you thinking she was weird or something.
Now if I still hear people going on about how Hux is a blank slate with no character development … he already had character development before EE but now you’d have to be willfully ignorant to still use “Hux has no personality” as an argument for your Hux bashing/ship hating/ I’m-bored-and-don’t-want-other-people-to-enjoy-things posts.