disc swing

bang bang!

1. dummy (electro swing remix) / the musical ghost 2. lollipop / the chordettes 3. dramophone / caravan palace 4. pink shoe laces / dodie stevens 5. retro funky (sundance remix) / persephone 6. warfstache / secretlymarkpliersbarry 7. chewing gum / that poppy 8. peeping tom feat rosie harte / jamie berry 9. mad hatter / melanie martinez 10. bubblegum bitch/i write sins not tragedies / panic! at the disco/marina and the diamonds (mashup) 11. happy feet / the manhattan rhythm kings 12. maniac / caravan palace 13. looking like this / lyre le temps 14. hyperfun / kevin macleod 

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If Adele played ultimate:

Hello from the brea-eak side
I must have cut a thousand times
So you tell me you’re sorry for every time I’m looked off
But when I strike you always say it’s too tough.

Hello from the break side
Maybe try swinging the disc wide
Gotta tell you I’m tired of running the park
But it don’t matter you clearly won’t be breaking your mark
For a score.

docloudscomeinpurple  asked:

Prompt: harley finds out red hood was a robin and he expects her to ask him what batman's secret id is. but she wants to know random/mundane things like what he eats for breakfast. does he watch reality tv. come on hood these are important questions.

And we’re off! Starting off with a great prompt from a wonderful person and I’ve got just the idea! FYI this is early Hood in Gotham, before he confronts the Bats.

There was always something about the Hood that stuck out at her, from the very moment he first appeared. Mistah J had complained about the schmuck stealing his old gig, Penguin had griped about another vigilante mucking in business around causing trouble and, of course, old Maskie sure had the hardest time of them all. But there was just something about the guy that had seemed familiar, something nagging at the back of her brain that should couldn’t lay a finger on.

She’s at the museum, going after this pretty necklace she saw advertised on the news. She decided to go solo tonight, Ivy was having some special times with her planets and Kitty cat was leaning towards the right side of the law this week. Fine, she didn’t need anyone, she tells herself as she brings the mallet over her head to smash the case. Before she could finish her swing, a disc knocks it out of her hands and send it flying across the room, then again. She looks up and expects to see the Bat or one of his little birdies and instead catches the reflection of the moon glinting off a red helmet on the window sill above her.

“You know the Dias brothers were going to hit this museum tonight too,” He begins casually through the modulated helmet. “They haven’t been complying with my rules about selling drugs to kids so I thought I’d take them out during their robbery.” He shrugs, “I’m not so evil that I’d kill them in their beds, at least I can justify killing them when they’re breaking the law.”

Harley smiles broadly, keeping her face neutral as she takes one careful step backwards. For all his calm, his body language radiates confidence and strength and with his rapidly growing reputation to violently escalate the situation, Hood could very easily make a mess of her.

“And where do you think you’re going?” He growls out as he jumps down to confront her. “We were just getting acquainted cause you see, I knew your boss once, a long time ago, long before your pretty face came around.” She takes another few steps back towards her mallet as he slowly, menacingly comes towards her. “He hurt me bad, real bad, and I’ve never quite forgotten it. I’ve been waiting for the right time and opportunity to repay him and it occurs to me that maybe in that shriveled husk he calls a heart, there might be a spark of affection for you.” He reaches out to grab her arm but instead she ducks under and races towards her mallet. She grabs it deftly and throws it over her shoulder like a baseball bat, her face pinched and serious. Every woman knows when it’s time to drop the act and either get real or real dead.

“You back off buster, I don’t run with Mistah J no more so whatever beef you got with him stays with him. Now I’ve been able to smack Bats with this thing and I can tell you if it’s enough to take them down, it’ll sure get you too.” She’s prepared to fight tooth and nail if he takes one step closer but, to her surprise, he chuckles lightly and relaxes his predatory stance and holds up his hands in surrender.

Holy female empowerment Batman,” he teases lightly as a lightbulb goes off in the back of her head but she’s still too pumped up on fear and aggression to acknowledge it. “I do got a bone to pick with your boss, sure, but you’re just as much a victim as I was so I’m not continue his work and hurt you. I heard you’d cut ties with that louse, just thought I’d confirm for myself.” His arms lower, “now off you get, the Dias brothers will be here any minute and I don’t need you setting off alarms and scaring them away before I get in my daily dose of butt-kicking.”

Again, the familiarity overwhelms her as she finally places where she knows the Hood from. And wow, how about dem apples? She relaxes her guard, loosening her mallet so it bounces against the ground. Realistically, her revelation should only make her more cautious but for some reason it relaxes her. No matter how out of line he’s acting, Bats will always be Bats.

“You’re Robin!” She says excitedly, pointing at him, knowing she’s right when he tenses at the obviously familiar title. “The second one, right? The one Mistah J-” his fists tightens and she shuts her mouth quick as she can. She knows a thing or two about the invisible scars that man can leave. She leans forward on the handle of mallet, shaking her head at the incredible, impossible circumstances. Only in Gotham, right?

“Man you sure grew up kid, I used ta read about you in papers back when I was finishing up my doctorate.” She tilts her head to the side, “‘course you were a lot shorter and moral back then but I’m pleased to see you’ve learned to wear proper pants.” Hood growls again, but this time in annoyance and maybe a touch of embarrassment. Something tells her he wasn’t planning on making his Bat connections known. I guess that kinda thing does tend to sully one’s criminals reputation.

“So what happened to ya?” She asks in her neat, professional voice. “Why aren’t you back with Daddy? I know he’d be happy to see ya no matter what pants you’re wearing.” Hood aggressively begins ruffling his clothes and checking for his weapons, classic avoidance tactics. “You can tell me, like I said, I’m not dealing with the Joker anymore and I am a trained psychologist ya know. Maybe I can help. I know what it’s like to try and move past the bad things.”

“You don’t know anything,” he sneers, the venom visible through the voice modulator , “about what that man or that clown did to me. Batman took me into his home, gave me a shot and then left me in the-” Harley’s eyes lit up at the slipped information and grinned like a maniac.

“So wait you actually know the big Bat’s name? Ya weren’t just a part timer?” She hoots and spins around in a circle throwing her mallet. “Oh man, I gotta know, does he sleep in a real bed or does he hang upside down like a bat?” She puts a finger to her face and turns away from the vigilante to think even as she registers the confused disbelief in his body language. “Are there even any Bats at your place? Do you come home and there’s like a bajillion Bats flying all around and ya can’t get anything done.”

‘Gee Batman’,” she starts in a high mocking voice “’I sure wish I could practice my wicked kung-fu but there’s all these Bats in my face’” she turns around, acting out the other half of the conversation. “'Sorry old chum, but I need those Bats to fuel my grim, dark Bat powers’”. She concludes with a laugh. “What does a Batman even eat? Fruit? Insects? Blood from a virgin?” She spins around and claps her hands. “Oh! You’ve got to tell me about those green panties! What was the point of that? What was Nightwing think-” to absolutely no one’s surprise, the Red Hood is long gone.

She sniffs haughtily at the snuff and wanders over to pick up her mallet. She looks at it thoughtfully for a moment before bringing it down onto the case containing her necklace. The glass shatters and the alarms begin sounding but she pays it no mind as she grabs the jewel and runs. The Dias brothers won’t be hitting up the museum tonight, so much for Hood’s, Robin’s, carefully planned stake-out. But that’s what he gets for leaving a girl without any answers and she really wanted to know the story behind the green underwear.

siruis-thoughts  asked:

I love Oliver and Felicity as parents! Can Oliver tell us his favorite memory of Felicity as a mom and can Felicity tell us her favorite memory of Oliver. Oh and can they both share their favorite memory of Jonathan as big brother (before becoming the arrow)


Oliver plus small children has always been adorable. I used to melt when I caught him playing tea party with Elaine. Of course when it was our kids, every time he played airplane with them or carried them around zipped into his jacket, I wanted to kiss him right on the nose. And Jonny loved airplane, so I spent a lot of time trying to contain myself.

But I think my absolute favorite might have been the time I watched Oliver conduct a very serious conference call regarding QC subsidiaries in Hong Kong while Abby fluffed his hair into funny shapes and put sparkly clips in it. He had somebody from the Financial Secretary’s office on the phone, and he kept muting his end so he could tell his daughter, “I think I need another butterfly right here.”

You can’t actually die of cute, but I swear I came close.

We used to have a disc swing hanging under the oak, where the big comfy swing is now. I remember an afternoon when Abby was maybe three, and she convinced Jonny to let her perch on his lap and swing with him.

I’d been watching through the French doors, and I was on my way outside to stop them. They overbalanced before I could get there.

But Jonny - little fifth grader Jonny - twisted and wrenched them around as they fell, so he hit the dirt and the tree roots, and she fell on top of him completely unhurt.

I knew what kind of big brother he was, even then.


When the kids were little, Felicity would sing them silly songs at bath time. They must have heard that Star Wars “American Pie” parody a hundred times each, and another hundred for the Big Bang theme song. Some I’m pretty sure she made up herself, like the one about Curious George visiting the International Space Station. God, I can’t remember the lyrics. It didn’t rhyme except by accident, and it didn’t make a whole lot of sense.

Jonny used to grin and splash like he was playing drums in the bubbles, but Abby would stare at her wide-eyed with her mouth in a little O. Then she’d smile and babble along.

I miss those years. They weren’t easier, exactly. But they were simpler.

When Abby was small, she went through a period of really frequent nightmares, and she always wanted to climb in bed with us after one woke her up. But she hated making the trip down the hall in the dark, so she’d go next door to Jonny instead.

After a few nights of that, he’d had enough. So he gave her a plastic sword and sent her on her way. The way he tells the story, “All I had to do was tell her the monsters were scared to death of that sword, and she’d be completely safe as long as she had it.” The way she remembers it, he also said, “Now stop whining, get out of here, and quit waking me up in the middle of the night.”

Either way, it worked like a charm. She kept it next to her bed, and sometimes just seeing it there was enough for her to fall asleep again.

I’ve seen him come to her rescue more than a few times, and I’m always proud. But there’s something special about seeing him give her what she needs to rescue herself.