Iz Explains Stuff So You Don’t Have to: The Nightwing Debacle.
Hey guys! As promised, here’s a write up of what’s currently making waves in the DC/comic fandom today. Given that this subject somewhat related to the Hydra-cap nonsense, I thought it should be something I cover as well, just to sorta give non-comics fans/DC comics readers who might see this and want some context.
1. Who is Nightwing?
You guys know Robin, Batman’s sidekick who they almost always leave out of movies? This is the first (yes there’s more than one, but that’s a topic for another day) and possibly most iconic one to pop-culture. Named Richard “Dick” Grayson, Dick is the son of the flying Grayson’s , two circus acrobats who died due to mob interference during a show (he also has Romani heritage (which the comics often ignore) This will be important later). Bruce took Dick in and the rest is well history.
Dick probably has the most screen time over any Robin in film/tv adaptations, including Teen Titans, Young Justice, The Lego Batman movie, the original Adam West series, and Batman Forever. He’s arguably the best known Robin to non-comic’s readers.
Because time does pass in comics occasionally, Dick grew up and after a series of events that have been retconned so many times it’s not worth getting into, ditched the Robin mantle. He would later take up the title of Nightwing.
2. Why the name Nightwing?
Dick is a HUGE fan of Superman (no really, Superman is pretty much his uncle) and after he ditched the Robin title, Superman and him had a talk where Superman told him of two legendary kryptonian heroes Nightwing and Flamebird. Inspired by the story, Dick would take on the name of the former (the latter name has a much more varied history).
3. Okay, so what’s the big deal besides the Robin thing?
To compress a lot of history into a paragraph, Nightwing is the one DC hero that like almost every other DC hero trusts and likes. Most of the Justice League has known Dick since he was a little kid and trust him implicitly for both his general good nature and reputation of being like, a really fucking good guy. Like a really good guy. A good enough guy that when Batman was told to let his own world die to let a better more “ideal” world survive, he asked if Richard Grayson was in it to make his choice on if it actually was a better world. (Dick was not in this world, which made Batman hard pass on that shit. Really. This is a thing that happened.)
Dick has also led multiple successful superhero teams, worked on the league himself, and donned the Batman title for awhile.
4. Okay, got it. So what’s going on?
Today DC announced a new six issue limited series in an elseworld (which is a world that takes place outside of canon. Think an AU.) This is the summary:
NIGHTWING: THE NEW ORDER is the story of a future world without “weapons”—where superpowers have been eliminated and outlawed. The man responsible? None other than Dick Grayson, a.k.a. Nightwing, now leader of a government task force called the Crusaders who are charged with hunting the remaining Supers. But when events transpire which turn the Crusaders’ aim toward Grayson’s own family, the former Boy Wonder must turn against the very system he helped create, with help from the very people he’s been hunting for years—the last metahumans of the DC Universe.
5. OH NO IS THIS HYDRA CAP ALL OVER AGAIN?
Yes and no. So far, it’s safe to say that this series does echo Hydra Cap in a paragon for good and justice becoming the figurehead of a fascist regime. However, everything else is kind of more murky.
For one, this series is an elseworld, which means unlike Hydra Cap, it doesn’t take place in the regular DC universe. This is not the fate of the Dick Grayson we know and love, nor is it him; it’s a version of him in a different universe. It’s also a limited run, so we got an enddate on this sucker off the bat.
Second, this is more general fascism instead of nazi brand fascism. The first cover echoes other fascist/oppressive regimes but it applies to multiple besides the Nazi party. In the DC universe, metahumans aren’t coded as a minority group (though smaller subsets are, like the Superfamily being coded Jewish), so it’s more sci-fi than an allegory for real life oppression (though if depending on the details of this event, that remains to be seen. The writer took to Twitter to state there is absolutely no genocide here in this book but the first few pages imply otherwise and long story short, I’m not convinced). The group Dick works with is also entirely new and unlike Hydra has no link in history to the Nazi party, making the claim that they’re a general “evil fascist villain” hold water.
Third, unlike Hydra Cap, this book is branded as Dick learning the error of his choices rather than a long saga to try to convince us he has a point. I doubt we’ll see the same extent of “we should feel bad for Dick oppressing all these people” that we see in Hydra cap. However, this also remains to be seen. Long story short, it’s never gonna try to get us to root for the bad guy.
6. So it’s fine?
Now I wouldn’t say that. Making an iconic character a fascist is still something to side eye, and a lot of my above caveats can change if the story itself decides to make those connections (i.e if there are prison camps for example). It’s also important to note, that making a Romani character a fascist, and one under the label of “crusader” is in terrible taste, considering the Romani people’s history with both.
The writer is also someone I don’t have a ton of faith in when it comes to nuance. (though to his credit, he is assuring and validating concerns on twitter rather than laughing us all off as SJWs).
What I’m saying is that it’s gonna be hard to figure out exactly this is going to play out until I see the first issue. I think the storyline and the advertising is something we should be critical of, but a lot still depends on how the book approaches it. This isn’t to say you should “give it a chance” only that we might want to hold off from saying DC is promoting fascism until we see if they’re gonna take this from a “feel bad for Dick angle, not all fascists are bad” or a “Dick fucked up hard” angle. We can just say this storyline is at the very least insensitive given current events and Dick’s ethnic roots.
Plus, Dick turning on Superman is just weird, and the preview pages are not helping my concerns.
So be critical of the concept but be careful not to declare what the narrative is trying to say until we know what the narrative is.
7. And if it does come out to be “feel bad for Dick, not all fascists, narrative supports the fascist regime for just wanting the best for us” angle?
Then go crazy guys. Though even if it does go that way, it still won’t be as Hydra cap. Because at least it’s still only a elseworld. Which is like the worst consolation prize ever.
I know that Ethan’s not gonna hit a milestone for a lil while but I’ve been thinking about a plan to hold a meetup because I’ve seen it be done for Jack (like fofparty or bossweek) and it would be so cool to make it happen.
Not saying that I am super qualified to do it, (I might as well hand this idea over to someone else) But I’m just having a thought where it’s a simple hangout for celebrating Ethan hitting 300k using a tag since that’s how it is usually done. Posting stuff under it and just getting to know people, you know?
Idk if it would even go well when the time actually comes but I want to make it a possibility. I also maybe should message people about this who might be interested in helping me out.
So if you guys have any input on this at all please let me know cause I’m making a lot of considerations for it when he actually gets close to 300k :D
And if this just gets buried then honestly I’ll still go with it anyways, who knows this is just the basis for the idea.
Thanks for reading this mess regardless though! (if it even makes sense haha sorry i can’t word that well sometimes..)
When my mom was little, she drew on the walls. Sometime between yelling at her and cleaning it up, my grandmother transferred the drawing onto tracing paper. She kept it in a file for nearly twenty years, then adapted my mom’s wall sketch into needlepoint. It’s nuts, right? The saturated colors, the textures, the bizarre figures rendered so lovingly - it’s the kind of stuff I look to make. Side note: my mom is one of NINE kids but in making the image she wanted to live in, she goes, “BYE Y’ALL, IT’S JUST ME AND MOM AND DAD NOW, HAHAHAHA.”
Smash cut to me, 2012, having a nervous breakdown. My mom drove 215 miles to care for me while I struggled to finish up the semester. While I studied Spanish, I asked her to draw me something. It was this sweet little sketch, and I kept it ever since.
I’m a sucker for parallels in fiction, so I thought I might as well make my own.
Reaching back, five years later, and remaking my mom’s beautiful, beautiful, beautiful sketch that helped keep me alive until now. Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Grandma. Thank you to everybody who’s ever been kind to me. May your doodles be reborn in yarn and floss.
So I got absolutely no idea how to animate in 2D whatsoever! …Also this is pretty terrible, but since it’s Dre I thought I might as well show ya *shrugs*
✏️ WOAAAAHHH DUDE THIS IS SO UNREAL
It looks so professional!! And your style is so unique, it really makes me think to a motion comic 83c✨Dude your talent stretches out so broadly, it’s SUCH AN HONOR you spend your glorious time coming up with such cool stuff for the precious bois I kno & love Q;A;Q 💖 TOO COOL BRAH TOO COOL
I don’t really consider this a “proper” cosplay. But I had the swimsuit lying around and with the new summer update I thought “ehhh might as well get a bit creative with this”. I’ve added some fabrics from my old unicorn cosplay to make it less revealing. <3 So here’s some Mercy in beach stuff!
(Yes, I’m wearing a bra underneath bc I still need to alter it - the fabric is a bit meh.. so before risking visible nipples & a boobloaf I wore a bra instead lol)
Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!
Yes, it has been a full two weeks since the last “weekly” rec list. I have a good excuse. TOO MANY fics. There have been SO MANY excellent gen fics in the last two weeks, mostly because of @platonicvldweek, that I simply could not stop reading long enough to make a list. I am serious. And if I listed all of them, it would be just…ridiculously long. So many fantastic authors participated, and most of them posted seven stories, one for each day, and I just can’t do a rec for every single one.
So this week only, the rec list is going to be different than usual. For a bunch of the recs, it’ll a link either to an author’s collection of Platonic VLD Week fics, or one in particular that I consider my favorite, and I’ll make a few comments about how awesome they are, though that really should be a given. And I’ll ask you, my dear rec consumers, to go and read EVERYTHING each author wrote and comment as much as you can, because we need to keep encouraging this to keep the train going. IT’S BEEN WORKING SO WELL! Gen in this fandom is flourishing! It’s SO much better than other fandoms I’ve been in! That’s awesome, and it makes me really happy, but we gotta keep it going.
Not every fic here was written for the event, so some will be regular recs the way I typically do them.
So Here’s what You’re Not Going to Do by BreakTheDawn Words:
19,572 (WIP 9/?) Author’s Summary: He lets them take out the frustrations on him. Encourages it really, because people need an outlet for their anger, and Lance has always been the best at making people angry at him. (And if his heart twinges a little every time he has to let someone be particularly mean to him, then he just has to remember that this is what he’s good at. What he’s good for.) But Lance is an older brother, and an uncle, and a younger brother. He learned sometimes keeping people means sacrificing his own feelings for a bit. He’s been taught that he can’t always let his feelings take a back seat though. After all, what happens if the rock falls apart? So, while Lance is always prepared to be the enemy on any given day, there are certain days and certain things that he will not let fly. Or, What happens when Lance is sick of his teammate’s shit. My Comments: At first I was afraid this was going to be one of those fics where everyone feels OOC in order to make Lance into the perfect woobie, but it’s really not. Everyone (except Hunk and Coran) is just having a bad day, or misunderstanding things, and they take it out on Lance because he’s an easy target for one reason or another. But Lance doesn’t take it lying down, which is good to see, though it eventually becomes too much for him. I really like these kind of emotional breakdown fics, not gonna lie, and I’m very much looking forward the healing that I know is coming. Can’t wait for more.
Friends in Space Places by VelkynKarma My Comments: I’ve recced this author before, so you should KNOW how good she is, but holy crap, she pulled out all the stops for this week. By far the highest word count, and every single word is absolute gold. I have a VERY hard time picking a favorite from this collection, but the day 7 fic is a multi-chapter How to Train Your Dragon AU that’s still being posted, and holy crap, it’s so good. SOO GOOD. But they’re all good! So much hurt/comfort, so much protective paladins, so much badassery all in one place. Just read them. Read them all.
Hand-Me-Downs, Leftovers by yet_intrepid Words:
Author’s Summary: “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” says Keith. “I’m not lying,” Shiro says. He takes a bite of his pizza; Keith mirrors him with the burrito. “Every step is a good step.” My Comments: Short and sweet and perfect. So much feeling in a cold piece of pizza and a microwaved burrito. And I feel like I’ve had the same conversation during my college years.
Blue and Bruised by DizzyBunnies Words:
13,196 (WIP 5/?) Author’s Summary:
While saving innocent citizens from a minefield, Lance and the Blue Lion take a beating. Lance’s high brain activity threatens the use of a healing pod, so the team venture out to find a plant that may help Lance’s healing process. Hunk stays behind to watch after Lance, but will he be able to hold down the fort on his own?
My Comments: It’s hurt!Lance, and you know how much I like that. I really like the character interactions in this one.
How Much is that Doggy in the Window by isabeau25 Words:
Prequel to “What Every Little Kid Wants.” Keith finds Shiro’s birthday present and the rest of the team makes sure it will work out the way he thinks it will.
My Comments: I’m going to say this a lot, but read the whole series. The younger paladins work together to get a puppy for Shiro, and it’s adorable and wonderful. The first fic in the series is about Keith adopting a pet for himself, and it’s absolutely perfect.
Dream, Seam by ardett Words:
Lance is the blue paladin. The Galra realize this before he does.
My Comments: I’ve screamed before here about how thoroughly this fic wrecked me, but I mean it. It WRECKED me. The author and I are gonna try to co-write a sequel, because I lost control of myself and wrote a thousand words of aftermath headcanons in the comments. So yeah. Look forward to that. Also read the rest of this author’s fics for Platonic VLD Week. They’re all great.
You’re The Only North Star (Platonic VLD Week) by story_monger My Comments: Oh, man, so hard to pick a favorite. They’re all so GOOD, and they’re scattered evenly across the entire crew. I’m tempted to say Moonshadow, because it has hurt!Lance, but I think my favorite is actually The Beat Down for Coran just being absolutely BADASS and AMAZING and also interacting with Lance and reassuring him and just being…amazing. Gah, that fic made me love Coran so much, and I already adore him. Read it. Read them all.
Platonic VLD Week by hufflepirate My Comments: Again, pretty much impossible to pick a favorite, but the Pacific Rim AU is SO COOL. And also sad and heartbreaking, but mostly cool. Coran is an amazing mentor to Shiro, and so smart and kind despite his unease with the way the Voltron jaeger works. And his relationship with Allura and backstory with Alfor were beautiful and tragic, respectively. Read read read.
Maja’s Platonic VLD Week 2017 by windscryer My Comments: Such excellent, excellent hurt/comfort, and a lot of focus on Pidge, which is refreshing. I think my favorite is Break on Me for the protective Lance, but again, they’re all amazing. Read them all.
Impulsive/Spontaneous by gringle Words:
Author’s Summary: Lance and Allura finally have a bonding moment. Part of Platonic VLD week: Day 6 Injury/Healing My Comments: Such an EXCELLENT Lance, and great interaction for him and Allura. I love stories where Lance becomes a diplomat for team Voltron and uses his social skills to be amazing and badass. Yes, yes, baby, you have a thing, and it’s a fantastic thing that not everyone can do (I certainly can’t, myself), and you should be proud. I was so happy when Allura got angry, holy crap. Protective Allura is my jam. One of my jams. I have a lot of jams, but this one is delicious.
Small Fierce Things by playswithworms Words:
Pidge is badly injured. Shiro does his best to angst over it, but is foiled.
My Comments: Pidge is an absolute badass, and so adorable, and the way she was EXCITED about the possibilities in what most would see as a horrible, unredeemable situation was amazing, and so her. Love this one. Love Pidge. Love Shiro.
Platonic VLD Week by BrOwNiEfOx My Comments: I think my favorite is Pride as Family. Love that lion bonding, and everyone gets a chance to shine. It’s all good.
Measuring Up by MoonlitWaterSunnyRiver Words:
Keith has insomnia, and finally decides to *do* something about it. Turns out he’s not the only one up at night. Keith & Lance friendship, written for Platonic VLD Week.
My Comments: Aw, boys. Good talk.
Foundation by buttered_onions for mumblefox Words:
Author’s Summary: “Wait,” Lance says, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I thought you said you’ve known Shiro all your life.” “I might as well have,” Keith says. The story of how Keith and Shiro meet. My Comments: STAR WARS AU. This is so so so good, holy crap. And it’s a Jed Temple Star Wars AU, where the boys are Jedi with all of the Old Republic Jedi crap about how attachments are dangerous messing up both Keith and Shiro and making it hard for them to navigate the friendship that both of them desperately need. But they figure it out. Gorgeous stuff, gorgeously written. Read the whole series.
Haircut by earthstar Words:
Keith is in dire need of a haircut.
My Comments: I have previously recced other fics in this series. Just read it all. It’s all good. Then subscribe to the series so you don’t miss anything. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.
Hair Care In Space by earthstar, isabeau25 Words:
7,764 (WIP 4/8) Author’s Summary:
Just because you’re travelling in outer space in a flying castle, doesn’t mean you can skip out taking care of your hair.
My Comments: Everyone is adorable and it’s all good.
Come Back (as pure as gold) by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) Words:
Author’s Summary: When Shiro steps out of his lion after the final battle with Zarkon, something is off. Seems like he missed something. Ten years of it. My Comments: See above. Also this ones hurts and I hate it.
the art of the trade by tuesdayandtuesday Words:
2,696 Author’s Summary:
day three of platonic vld week - lions/bonding in which keith and red share a moment or three. s2 spoilers.
My Comments: This one is gorgeous and heartbreaking and so, so worth it.
Catch & Release by anonymous_scapegoat Words:
Some Galra grunt makes the mistake of putting Pidge and Lance in the same cell. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
My Comments: Pidge and Lance being smart and snarky and perfect and working together really, really well. It really felt like an episode of the show.
when it rains, it pours by tuesdayandtuesday Words:
Author’s Summary: day three of platonic vld week - lions/bonding in which lance cannot bear to be himself, and blue cannot bear to have him otherwise. s2 spoilers. My Comments: I love Lance and Blue interaction so much, and this is beautiful.
Family is the Mixture of Chaos and Caring by CamillaLynne14 Words:
The teams morning has been… Chaotic. With a rough start to the day, then right into an intense training exercise, Coran and Allura feel guilty for how hard they’ve been working them. So the two form a surprise that may not go as planned.
My Comments: They tried, and no one should criticize them.
Hologram by AboveWeird Words:
Author’s Summary: What Lance never anticipated was missing the stars. It felt so weird, so wrong to be out here among the stars when he knew nothing of their names or the myths they took part in. Most of all he missed the sun. It seemed like a silly thing. A giant ball of flaming gases shouldn’t be so dear, but yet no other star could ever mean as much. It had watched over him, looming and unseeing, for all of his life. It was a constant. And now, by an unthinkable turn of events, it was gone. All he had left was this hologram. My Comments: Cuddle pile on Lance! It’s good.
Teddy had been my best friend since we were kids and we had never had a serious argument up until now. For some reason, ever since I had got together with my current boyfriend he hasn’t been the same. Always dropping snide comments about Y/BF/N. Yesterday he pushed me too far by saying I shouldn’t be with him because I’m a Gryffindor and he’s a Slytherin. It made me really angry and I said something I probably shouldn’t have, whether he was being an insufferable ass or not. I told him that if he wasn’t going to let me be happy then he could stuff his friendship and fuck off out of my life. He looked really hurt and I just walked away. When I saw him at breakfast earlier this morning he was sitting alone at the Hufflepuff table drinking coffee. His hair was brown instead of blue as well. Despite me being annoyed it still upset me looking at him because he just looked like his father. I had seen many pictures of him, James, fucking Peter, and my dad Sirius. I walked straight past him though and went to the Slytherin table, making a point out of sitting on Y/BF/N’s lap. Teddy just rolled his eyes, stood up and walked out of the Great Hall. Is it bad that I smirked when he left?
It was currently the fifth period and I was supposed to be reading tea leaves. I couldn’t concentrate though.
“Professor?” “Yes, dear?” “I think I have a serious migraine coming along,” I lied, “I need to go to the hospital wing.” “Oh okay, dear. Do you need someone to take you?” At this point, Teddy was looking at me with a frown. I could tell he didn’t believe me. “No. I should be fine. Thank you, Professor.”
I put my Divination book away, put my bag on my shoulders, and climbed down through the trap door. It was at this point that I realized I had no idea what I was going to do for fifty minutes. I decided to go to the library and try and finish my Herbology essay. Might as well make the most of the lie, Y/N. I thought to myself.
I had been writing for about an hour so a few people had arrived at the library to begin their homework for the evening. I was just about to move on to my Transfiguration homework when my friend came bursting into the library earning her a moan from the librarian.
“Y/N,” She whisper-shouted, “You need to come with me now. Teddy is hexing the shit out of Y/BF/N.” “What the fuck?!” I hissed
Haphazardly I threw all my stuff in my bag and followed her out of the library. My friend started running and so I did too, following her to wherever we were going. We came to a halt at the third-floor corridor. There was a huge crowd around two people. It was definitely Teddy. His hair was bright red. He was throwing hexes at Y/BF/N. I pushed through all the people and punched Teddy in the arm.
“STOP!” I shouted at the both of them, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” “This bastard,” Teddy pointed his wand at Y/BF/N, “Was standing over there kissing another girl. Some Slytherin slut.” “Yeah, sure he was Teddy.” “He was! I saw it with my own two eyes.”
The crowd was leaving now, realizing that the fight was over. My best friend tapped me on the shoulder.
“He’s not lying, Y/N. I was with Teddy when he saw them.” I narrowed my eyes and looked at my boyfriend who looked helpless. “Is this true?” “Y/N,” He stuttered, “You-you have to understand-” “ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION Y/BF/N! WERE YOU MAKING OUT WITH ANOTHER GIRL IN THE FREAKING CORRIDOR?!” “Yes, but want to tell you-” “Fucking save it. SAVE IT YOU TWAT.”
I proceeded to take my wand out and hex him. Just random spells, langlock, incendio… Maybe incendio wasn’t the best idea but he deserved it. Teddy threw a couple as well, grinning the entire time.
Y/BF/N had made it around the corridor and was out of sight. I could still hear him shouting ‘crazy motherfucking Gryffindors.’
“I’M A HUFFLEPUFF, BITCH!” Teddy shouted at the top of his lungs. I laughed and threw my arms around Teddy. “I’m sorry Teddy. For being an asshole lately.” “Me too,” He said not letting me go, “But I had a good reason.” “What?” “It was because I wanted to be the one to do this.”
And with that, Teddy kissed me. I was stunned at first and I just stood there, not moving. Then I just closed my eyes and went along with it, not really thinking about what the hell it meant.
“Miss Black, Mr Lupin, the corridor is hardly the place for this. Now follow me to my office.” It was McGonagall. Teddy and I broke apart, smiling, and followed her to her office. “Take a seat,” The Professor said, sitting down herself. We did as we were told. “I’ve sent an owl to both of your parents regarding the fight that occurred earlier on the third-floor landing. Would you both like to explain to me what happened and why I saw a Slytherin boy running through the school with his cloak on fire, shouting something about Gryffindors that I can’t repeat.”
Teddy and I couldn’t help it. We burst out laughing, like seriously laughing, in front of McGonagall. I could have sworn I saw a slight smirk on her face, but she didn’t show it.
“Mr Lupin! Miss Black!” “Sorry Professor,” I started, “You see, Y/BF/N deserved everything he got and more because he was making out with another girl in the middle of the corridor.” “And he’s a pompous asshole.” “Language Mr. Lupin!” “Sorry.” You could see he wasn’t sorry at all “Twenty points off both your houses and detention on Saturday morning. Now go.”
We stood up and left McGonagall’s office, smiling despite our punishments. I felt Teddy put his hand in mine, and I didn’t pull away.
The Next Morning… Teddy was sitting with me at the Gryffindor table. We were eating breakfast and telling some people about the fight. Suddenly the Lupin’s owl flew into the Great Hall and dropped a red envelope on the table in front of us. Teddy and I shared a grave look.
“TEDDY LUPIN! Y/N BLACK!” Tonks’ voice filled the hall, "HOW DARE YOU! YOU SHOULD HAVE BROKEN THAT BOY’S ARM!“ We both began laughing all over again. Remus then took over. "Teddy, Y/N, despite the fact that what you did wasn’t the right thing to do, it sounds as though he deserved it. Teddy, you should tell Y/N how you feel if you haven’t already. Maybe you’ll stop sending me letters telling me about how you like the way her hair looks in the sunshine.” Both of us blushed furiously. Then, my dad’s voice filled the room. “Y/N, I can’t believe you had a boyfriend and didn’t tell me. Not that it matters because from what I heard he’s a fu-” “LANGUAGE SIRIUS!” Remus shouted “Sorry. Anyway, thank you for standing up for my girl Teddy, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t do the same to you as you did to that dirty Slytherin boy if you hurt her. AND USE PROTECTION!” “Sirius!” Hissed Tonks
The howler then tore itself up, leaving a pile of paper in Teddy’s bowl of cereal. We both looked at each other in sheer horror. Mostly everyone was looking at us, including the teachers. McGonagall was laughing into her pumpkin juice. I doubted we would ever live this down.
The past weeks after your late night confession with Niall had been a strange rollercoaster of emotions. There was a huge weight that had been lifted knowing you both felt the same way about each other. There were no more secret glances or trying to restrain yourself every time you wanted to touch him. When the sudden urge to run your fingers through the short dark hair behind his ears, you did it. And nine times out of ten, you were rewarded with a soft purr and the scratchy stubble on his jaw nuzzled into your arm. The downside to this newfound affection was the raw nerves of pushing past just being friends.. There were sweet kisses and cuddles and some wandering hands, but nothing overly physical. You knew you were turning him on - you could feel the effects of your touches pressing on your hip or back when things started to get heated. And you were beyond turned on - just the drag of his fingertips down your arm when he reached out to hold your hand set alight a fire in your belly. But each time you were certain things were about to tip over the edge to the next step, Niall pulled back. You’d questioned him one night after a particularly intense kissing session on his black couch. When he had abruptly sat up and tossed his jumper onto the houndstooth ottoman, you’d pulled him back down and pressed your face into the warm skin on his neck.
Request (summarized for length): A deanxreader Au where she is dating a friend of Dean’s. The friend asks Dean to hang out with reader during an event. Dean keeps doing so but starts falling for reader and suspects something is going on…
Pairing: AU!Dean x reader
Word Count: 1,500ish
A/N: Not the best thing ever done but it’s halfway decent….
could you do a few prompts with "I thought you might need some help" please? thanks so much! I love your stuff! :)
1) “I thought you might need some help.” “Yeah, well, I don’t,” they snapped. “Clearly any sentence you make that starts with ‘I thought’ is a terrible idea.”
2) “I thought you might need some help.” “I’m fine.” They looked the other up and down, slowly, a silent calling out of that filthy lie and raised a brow. The other looked away, flustered. “…okay,” the other relented. “Fine.”
3) “I thought you might need some help.” “Getting pretty crazy in there, huh?” They handed them a plate to dry. Stood companionably, shoulders brushing.
Your job was the most important thing to you in the world, since you were little your goal was to be an interviewer backstage at the biggest stage of them all WWE. You had finally accomplished your goals this summer when a WWE boss had got in touch through seeing your youtube videos and asked if you were interested in working for them, of course, you jumped at the chance it was a big break you needed and you were living your dream who would turn that down?
You had such a busy day today, you had interview after interview but you wasn’t going to complain it was your job and you loved it. First, you had to do a sit-down interview with Seth Rollins to talk about his match against the Universal Champion Kevin Owens. Seth in real life was one of the sweetest people you have ever met, you loved interviewing him, it was always something different when you did. Then Raw was going to be going live and you had to do all your backstage interviews including; Bayley, Kevin Owens, Roman Reigns and Sami Zayn, you couldn’t wait to interview Sami, no one knew this but you had one of the biggest crushes on him, there was just something about him, his personality always burst with excitement and true passion and that was something you adored about him.
That afternoon you sat down with Seth and conducted your first interview of the day, it included a lot of smack talk about Kevin and you really did enjoy the interview. When it was all over you hugged Seth goodbye and headed towards the hair and makeup area to get ready for the night. You were getting ready when you noticed Sami standing over by the water cooler just looking at his phone.
“Hey Sami.” You called from all the way over at the makeup area, he turned around and you smiled and waved at him. He started to walk over towards you, every time you saw him he just gave you these unexplainable feelings, it was like you were a little kid again with butterflies in your stomach, you never had the balls to tell him the whole truth though, your friendship with him was more important to you then completely embarrassing yourself.
“Hey, Y/N.” He replied giving you a hug once he had reached you.
“Ready for your match tonight?” You asked him trying to make small talk.
“So ready Braun will not know what has hit him.” He laughed as he took a sip of his coffee that he had in his hand.
“I will be catching up with you for an interview before your match, I don’t know if you were aware or not.” You said trying to make small talk but realizing how annoying you must have sounded to him.
“I know, I’m excited, though don’t go asking any private questions.” He laughed as your face turned serious, for a second you actually thought he might have been able to read your minds but that was impossible and you were being absolutely stupid.
“Okay, well I have to catch up with Roman so I’ll see you in a bit,” You said collecting your stuff and rushing off before you could put your foot in it anymore either that or completely embarrass yourself further.
The Fireworks hit and the arena went absolutely crazy, Monday Night Raw had officially started and everyone was pumped all across the arena. You headed to your room where you were about to interview Roman Reigns about his match with Rusev tonight. You walked over greeted Roman and started your interview.
“Roman if I could just get a few words, how are you feeling about your match tonight against Rusev?” You asked him.
“Well you see Y/N, I might not be built like Rusev but I can tell you that tonight Rusev will know who the big dog is around here.” He replied walking away from you and heading off to the match. The interviews you did were small and sharp, people wanted quick answers but they always wanted to hear what their favorites had to say no matter what is was about, it kept you in a job so you wasn’t going to complain.
Time passed and you had completed ninety-five percent of all your interviews and your last one was with Sami, you headed over to the male locker room door where you was going to catch Sami walking out of it to talk to him. The cameras started to roll and it was your moment once again to get the juicy gossip from a top superstar. Sami came walking out of the dressing room as you came quickly walking over to him.
“Sami, please can I get you a comment on your match tonight?” You asked him, smiling at him, his adorable smile literally made you feel those butterflies again.
“I’m going to prove that no matter what, even if you are the underdog you can always win somehow.” He replied to you, passion in his voice. “All there is left to say is good luck Sami, I think you’re going to need to tonight."
"Thanks, Y/N” He replied, walking off to the ring.
*** The evening finished and everyone was starting to pack up, the arena started to go quietly as the waves of people started to leave the arena. You decided to head towards the cafe to grab something to eat before you headed to the hotel for the night. While you walking to the cafe you felt someone tap you on your shoulder. You slowly turned around and saw it was Sami standing behind you smiling.
"Hello.” You replied, for some reason, you felt extremely nervous just talking to him, you were completely in love with him and every little thing he does. “I have to ask you something..” He looked extremely nervous, you were confused, all and everything went through your mind to what it could possibly be.
“Sure.” You replied.
“Do you want to go grab a coffee with me now?” He quickly spat out without even taking a breath.
“Erm… er.. yes sure.” You replied smiling at him, your stomach was doing backflips.
“Great, want to go now?” He asked.
“Sure, let’s go.” You replied, collecting your stuff up and heading to the exit with Sami.
The walk to the nearest coffee shop was calm and quiet, normally the silence would drive you crazy but something about just being Sami’s presence was peaceful, he was such a calming person to be around. There was a few small talk going on but nothing major, in reality, you were still a little shocked that Sami even asked you out! But was this a date, or was he just wanting to grab a coffee with a work buddy? You had so many thoughts going through your head and you started to question every little thing going on that you completely zoned out. You finally reached this little corner cafe, that was not very noticeable but was cozy looking when you went inside. It was quite dim but it had a cozy feeling towards it, lit with fairy lights. There weren’t many people inside, you and Sami both took a seat by the window of the shop. The waitress took your orders of drinks and went off to get them, you both sat there staring at each other for a while not saying anything.
“So, how was work?” He asked you, you could tell that he was generally trying to make small talk with you, it wasn’t awkward it was just like you both had so much to say to each other yet you never knew what to say!
“Good, WWE seem to be using me more, I’m not going to complain, I love my job, how about you?” You asked him.
“You deserve it, you’re one of the best interviewers we’ve had. Plus it was hurtful.” He laughed while rubbing his shoulder.
“You did take a beating didn’t you?” You smirked at him.
“Hey, I am an underdog had control of the match."
"More like you were a rag doll.” You laughed making him laugh too. Your coffee’s arrived as you continue to talk about work.
“Look, Y/N I invited you here because I really need to tell you something but I don’t want to make things awkward and I really don’t want to embarrass myself.” He said taking a spoon and stirring his coffee.
“Go on Sami, you know I will never judge you.” You replied again getting more and more nervous.
“It’s just…. I….” He stumbled over his words.
“Go on seriously!” You tried to encourage him to continue.
“Look, it’s just I’ve fallen for you, there is just something about you, I can’t get you out of my mind, you’re such a kind hearted person and I think I’m falling for you harder than I have ever done. I love you.” He replied looking down at his coffee again trying not to make eye contact with you.
“Oh, my.” You replied.
“I’m sorry, please don’t, I really won’t be offended I know you don’t feel the same.” He said shuffling in his chair clearly uncomfortable about the whole conversation.
“No don’t apologize, I feel the same way!” You answered quickly so he didn’t feel like you were just saying it.
“Wait for what?” He was clearly taken back from what you just said.
“I said I feel the same, I have done for weeks but I never had the guts to tell you, I just prayed my feelings would go away but they haven’t clearly.” You replied now feeling probably even more embarrassed than Sami.
“I don’t know what to say now, I never thought I’d get this response.” He laughed at the thought.
“Well, me either.” You both burst out laughing.
“How about, you be my girlfriend?” He said taking a sip of his coffee. “Gladly.”
hey.. I've been wanting to make a webcomic for a VERY long time now, and I just have one problem. I dont think i believe in my own abilities to draw well enough so I dont know if I want to put myself out there, so I thought I'd ask YOU because i really like your art. How do I do it? (It's fine if you don't answer, I don't wanna waste anymore of your time.)
OHHH- WEBCOMICS ARE THE BEST :D!
Well, thank you first up, I like my art too!
The thing is, I’m sure you’ve noticed, as you grow and draw new things and improve, your style might change, the way you shade, everything. Eventually those first few pages or pictures you’ve drawn don’t look as awesome as your current stuff- and that’s OK! I’ve seen that happen with loads of comics I’ve followed, it doesn’t make the old stuff bad, but it is amazing to see everything change so much.
The thing is, if you don’t start, you won’t be able to find out if you can do it. I’ve had a habit of starting comics and never finishing them because I would get stuck or bored with them. But eventually I finished one, and although no one cared for it, I was incredibly proud of myself, it felt so good to finish it!
So it’s mostly about starting, and getting through it, I tend to find the Point A to B parts the hardest. “How do I get this character over here??” So planning out EVERY small detail is important, even if you’re not sure you’ll use it in your story, it might help!
Anyway! I’d recommend grabbing some tutorials about comics, BOOKMARK THEM, and reread them sometimes! I revert to laziness or I sometimes forget how to panel my comics or pose the characters (This is mostly noticeable in the drunken comics) so even I reread tutorials frequently to refresh my memory :D.
So I’ve wanted to do this one for a while, and I feel bad about spamming the followers of my main blog with stuff about bagels, so I thought I might as well just do this and make everyone happy! Also, a quick thank you to all of you guys, you’re all supporting me and saying such nice things about my writing and it’s really amazing, so thank you guys so much!
Scout tries to pretend he’s not scared of anything, but let’s be honest, he’s the scaredy-cat of the team. When anything on the long list of things that scare Scout happens, you’ll know. He’ll scream like a ten-year-old, cry, or run out of the room screaming bloody murder. It’s an extremely amusing reaction and most of the others find ways to scare him just to watch him run around like a chicken that’s had its head cut off. He’s scared of all the usual stuff like ghosts, and monsters, and natural disasters.
Soldier isn’t scared of silly things like monsters, or horror movies. The only movie that’s ever scared him was the original Red Dawn. The idea of someone trying to take over his precious country terrifies him, and it’s the main reason he’s so insecure about other countries and so obsessive with everyone being a communist, nazi, or terrorist. The only other thing that scares him that much is the idea of losing a battle. Fighting is his life, so the thought of not being able to succeed at it terrifies him. When Soldier’s scared, he gets even more aggressive than usual, and he gets eerily quiet compared to how loud he is normally.
Pyro is basically fearless, almost everything they see is happy-rainbow-magic-land, but the one thing they can’t turn into something happy is water. Wearing that huge, rubber suit of theirs, they’re much more susceptible to drowning than say Scout for example. And when they’re under water, they’re unable to start fires, which is terrifying to them. Fire is their friend and water destroys it. When Pyro’s scared, they utter a few muffled shouts and try to move away from whatever is scaring them, but they don’t show it as much as some of the others. *cough*Scout*cough*
Heavy has only one fear, and that is something bad happening to his family. (He includes Medic as part of his family.) Heavy does his best to protect them whenever he can, but he’s had his fair share of nightmares where he’s in a situation where he can't help them. When Heavy’s scared something will happen to Medic or his sisters and mother, he’ll do anything, no matter how dangerous or reckless, to make sure they’re okay. If he’s scared, Heavy isn’t afraid to admit it. He knows that fear is sometimes the best way to tell the danger of a situation and he trusts his instincts.
Demoman doesn’t get scared a lot. The few times when the others try to startle him, or Spy (either team) sneaks up on him, he just starts shooting bombs everywhere. People usually regret scaring him. The only the Demo is legitimately scared about is losing his other eye and becoming blind. The thought of seeing nothing is the most unsettling thing Demo can think of. Death? Been there, done that. Monsters? No biggie. Blindness? Hell no.
Engineer will admit when he’s scared, like Heavy. People can usually figure it out on their own, though, since Engie gets all flustered and starts trying to build machines that don’t make sense. He also usually forgets to dumb down his science talk for everyone except Medic, and confuses everyone. Engie has a few, very normal fears, like certain stories he heard when he was a boy, or diseases, but his main fear is storms. While a lot of people love a good thunderstorm, you’ll find Engie hiding in his workshop, trying to build a machine to protect him from lightning. He’s seen what lightning and wind can do to people and places, and it terrifies him.
Medic displays a lot of signs of psychopathy, one of them being the inability to feel fear most of the time. He’ll jump into the most terrifying and dangerous situations, laughing. The only time Medic can remember being genuinely scared was the first time he was caught for malpractice back in Germany. When they’d found the body of one of his patients. He should have just admitted something had gone wrong in the surgery, but he was scared they’d take away his medical license. Medicine was the only thing he loved, he couldn’t have it taken away. So, he dumped the man in an alley a few miles away from his clinic and hoped they’d think it was a murder. When they started the investigation, he’d gotten stressed to the point of being unable to function, he’d thrown things, ripped the papers on his desk, and he’d gotten so agitated that he’d screamed at his neighbor for letting her cat out too late at night.
Sniper gets even more awkward than normal when he’s embarrassed. He starts getting sweaty, and breathing funny, and having trouble keeping conversations up that don’t make people avoid him for a while. When’s he’s scared. his hand always starts to reach for the handle of his kukri or his rifle and ends up gripping them so tightly that he hurts his hand, or almost breaks his weapons. If he’s with someone he knows well, he might grab onto them. The rest of his team teases him about this, except for Spy, who just lets him squeeze the blood out of his arm before a particularly nasty MvM battle or the likes. Big crowds, being the center of attention, and having his privacy invaded are all main fears of Sniper.
Spy never gets scared by normal things like people jumping out at him, scary movies, or the thought of being caught by the enemy. Before coming to Tuefort, Spy had already faced almost every known fear a man could have, but there was still two things that he could never seem to shake. Fire, is the first one, Spy had burns running up and down his whole body to prove that the enemy Pyro has it out for him. The sensation of fire is the worst thing in the world to Spy, worse than any sort of torture he’s ever had to sit through. The second, are his nightmares about past missions. He’s done, seen, and been subjected to some horrible, horrible, things and when memories of those come back on the nights of lost battles or respawn-caused headaches, Spy will wake up in a cold sweat,or even in tears. When he’s scared, Spy turns into a wounded animal. You want to comfort it somehow, but if you even get near it, it’ll send you to the hospital.
this is part of a book i’m writing ! it’s a peter parker fic and it’s called hidden on the user lronman ( lowercase l , ronman ) on wattpad
word count : 837
prompt : y/n is on a walk during the night when she ends up at her school . the building behind her blows up , and spider-man saves her just in the nick of time . he gives her a night she will never forget .
F L U F F
“unbelievable.” i sigh happily, climbing back into my room.
i get up off my bed, opening my door to check if anyone is in the hallway. when i see that no one is there, i shut my door and lock it.
i throw my hair up in a ponytail and grab my jacket, then i step out of my room through my window and end up on the fire escape.
i walk over to peter’s bedroom, seeing if he’s there.
he’s not, and i start to get suspicious.
peter’s been gone, late at night, and i’m scared he joined a gang. peter has so much potential. i don’t want to see him throw that all away.
i look out onto the fire escape, seeing a man in a red suit fighting a mugger.
only the famed spider-man, of course. he’s been spotted around queens for a month or so now. he fights the muggers, the shooters, the gangs, even the occasional supervillan, which have been popping up in new york like crazy ever since the kree invaded and the avengers fought them . he’s been making queens a better place.
i shake off the thoughts of the masked hero, walking down the stairs of the fire escape and landing on the sidewalk.
i stuff my hands in my pockets, walking down the quiet streets of queens.
it’s quite peaceful, to walk in the night. most everyone is asleep and it’s quiet. i might be able to see the stars, if there weren’t so many lights.
i end up at midtown high school, where i go to school, as well as peter, ned, and michelle.
i enter through the gates, finally sitting down on a park bench on the campus.
i definitely like school better at night. there’s no one. not even stan, the janitor.
“hiya y/n! what are you doing out here this late at night?”
okay, scratch that. stan is here. but other than that, no-
my thoughts stop as i’m suddenly tossed off the bench from a blast of some sort. i land on the ground, quickly turning my head to see what happened.
the science building of the school is on fire.
i gasp, quickly standing up to marvel at the sad sight.
“where’s spider-man when you need him!” i yell, hoping he’d hear me.
everything in the garden lights up fire, slowly creeping over to me.
my eyes widen, and i back up, but bump into the fence of the school. there’s no way i could get over that fence.
“damnit!” i scream, realizing the impending doom.
i am going to die.
i hold my breath as the fire reaches my toes.
“i swear to god, spider-man!” i scream, louder this time.
in the blink of an eye, i’m swept up.
i open my eyes, seeing i’m in the air. i look at the strong arm around my waist, seeing it’s the arm of spider-man.
“way to build up suspense.” i mutter.
“hey! i was busy!” he protests.
“busy doing what?” i question.
“saving that janitor. he was closer to the fire than you are.” he states.
“well then.” i sass. “hey, where are we going? you could just leave me on the street, i can walk home myself.” i say.
“um, this may sound a bit creepy, but i know where you live.” he mumbles.
a look of confusion spreads across my face.
“damn, uh, sorry?” he stutters.
“it’s fine, just a bit weird.” i smile.
“yeah, i get that a lot.” he laughs.
“yeah, well i’d assume so. you shoot spider webs, crawl on walls, and wear a skin tight red suit while fighting criminals.” i laugh.
i look down, seeing the streets of the city i’ve lived in for my whole life. it’s an amazing experience. almost like flying, but it feels like you’re on a roller coaster.
“here you are.” he says, dropping me off on the fire escape.
“thank you.” i smile. “you basically saved my life back there. it means a lot.” i hug him.
“n-no problem.” he stutters.
i turn my back on him when he slings his webs up, but i turn around when i hear him again.
he’s now hanging upside down with his mask pulled down to the tip of his nose, showing a huge grin.
“let’s not make a habit of this now, okay?” he teases.
“i promise.” i giggle.
i find myself starting to lean in, getting closer and closer to the masked hero.
our lips meet, and i feel everything, all at the same time.
it’s incomprehensible, the way i felt when i kissed him.
we part, and i see a smirk.
“rest well, y/n. no science tomorrow!” he cheers.
“wait, do i know you?” i ask, getting a hint that he goes to my school.
“of course you do,” he shoots a web to the apartment across the street, pulling down his mask. “i’m spider-man!” he yells, swinging on the web.
Why I’m Suing SimplyImaginaryPeople for
Naaah but get it? Simoleons and.. we’re in the..sims community..? No? Ok well that’s the only funny thing about this post.
*Opens up powerpoint and presses play*
It is frustrating when you work very hard on something exciting and original to share with others and to be wary about even doing it because someone is in tow to copy. This is exactly how I feel about SimplyImaginaryPeople.
This is so disrespectful not only to us (TheTogetherStore) that have spent so much time putting effort into the things that we make but it is even more disrespectful to the amazing wonderful people that have chose to support us on Patreon and get exclusive gifts in return, only to have someone turn around and remake everything that we’ve made specially for them, just because.
The thing that bothers me the most is that of everything that we (TheTogetherStore) make is that she ONLY copies the things that are on Patreon (A website where we upload exclusive content if you CHOOSE to support us, and sometimes Patreoners will personally ask for our own personal use items or conversions from various sites to be uploaded so why not? They support us with their hard earned money, it’s the least we can do).
Like, okay girl I get it, you expressed (repeatedly) that you dislike Patreon and believe everything in Sims should be free and no one should pay for content even if they wanted to, I get it. It’s cool and all that you want to be the Robin Hood of the sims 3 community but news flash, this is not a damn folklore so go ahead and take off your lil Peter Pan outfit and ya lil burlap made shoes and knock it off because it’s not cute. People are free to buy w h a t e v e r they so please, it’s not your money, it’s surely not your hand made cc, not your time, not your effort, I’m not using your computer, they’re not using your bank card, nada, nothing.
Every single time she has copied, we’ve politely and privately addressed this and messaged her to reach out as a small heads up like “Hey not sure if you’re noticing but you totally just duplicated *item here*” and each time it was that ole’ “Silly you, I’m not copying! (; “ BS mumbo jumbo and we would get an excuse about how it’s all just innocent people requesting items, pinterest inspo, followed by links of pictures or an elaboration on her “ideas”.. but she’ll TTYL because she’s a “bio-scientist doctor” in the lab with her hands covered in cells as she types, studies, remake whole youtube tutorials and makes 230 pieces of cc per week with time left to spare
It has been about one month. It took more time than we thought but finally we could tell it everyone. I will return to this tour at our live in Takamatsu on June 11th.
The polyps disappeared and I got the official attestation from the sensei who was in charge of my case for the whole time.
When I returned to Tokyo all alone one month ago I felt so sorry and miserable. It felt like I lost to myself and asked myself why I’m even in Tokyo now. It was the first time I had such a bad feeling and couldn’t make myself feeling better at all. But during rehability I was able to start having normal conversations again little by little and also came to sing songs again little by little. I was sent live footage of the three members and was contacted by the members and staff often to talk to them. I realized I’m actually doing what I should do naturally. And when the concerts and instores started I even got nervous!
While the three of them were performing without me, they told me that they found something that was hidden from them until now.
When I heard this I was really happy. My return to the band got delayed and nobody knew when I will come back. But they were fighting together with the fans during that time… Seing that made me really proud. We will grow all together and will become cooler than we can even imagine.
We and Royz know what it means to stand still for a moment and I could also see things from a point of view where I’m not really part of it. I think my awareness of that is rising. It made me think that I want to meet you and know more about songs/music. I came to like it even more and want to appreciate it even more.
And still I also think of now as “important time”.
Finally I can just write it like that!!
I think it’s wrong to complaining on twitter about everyday stuff (笑) But it’s also wrong to not say it and inform you about things because that will cause worries as well.
To make plans for the future is harder than I thought! To tell the truth… No. I’ll say it at a concert. (笑)
I want to start anew with many things at the concerts, so it’s only a bit more of waiting to be able to talk really freely again! It might be annoying but I really want to change things! Until then I want my body, voice and power to go back to normal. I’m restless but I really want to tell you all soon!
I have to be there and there’s something I want to do, so I want to come back soon.
I’ve caused you worries. Sorry for not being able to come. Thank you. I will continue giving my best.
So I had a free afternoon - I thought about paying my bills, cleaning the flat and preparing some elaborate dinner … but somehow I ended up trying to make a tribute ‘trailer’ for the Sith Warrior and their crew :3