the boys will come later

J-HOOOOOOOOOPE

TWO NIGHTS AGO I LITERALLY ROLLED DOWN THE CAR WINDOW AND SAID “patrick, if you’re listening, drop something, a song, an album, anything i don’t care” AND APPARENTLY MY CALL HAS BEEN ANSWERED I SUMMONED FALL OUT BOY YOU GUYS

I have this really soft fondness for a WWI AU

Conner, Wally, Dick, Roy, and Kaldur are sort of a squad of misfits. Probably why they’re put together, commanders thinking they’d be decent canon fodder. But they get on like a house on fire once they get to know each other.

 Kaldur’ahm is constantly battling the incredible amount of racism as a biracial soldier. His father was African American and his mother was a Pacific Islander. 

The you have Wally, the smart talking red headed Irish American who deals with that prejudice, but damn can he run. He wanted to be a soccer player - got drafted instead. 

Conner is a tank, but he’s got some major authority problems and anger issues. 

There’s Dick, who would be the model soldier - but he faked his age when he signed up for the army. He went in under the name Robin, aged 18 but when the team finds out he’s only 16, they cover for him. They’re pissed, but it’s too late to send him home now. They become a little protective of him.

Then there’s Roy, their sniper. Nothing odd about him, he’s just a jackass. 

They would look out for each other. Like, they insist on Kaldur being their leader despite higher command sputtering and refusing to give him rank. He gets it anyway. Wally and Dick end up falling in love, and they all keep the relationship quiet. 

okay this is going to get long so readmore

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If there’s one thing Togata Mirio is certain of, it’s that Amajiki Tamaki will always come through in a crisis, despite any fears or insecurities that might try and stop him.  

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Owning a bird is looking at the fresh, bloody wound they just inflicted and feeling a little proud because hot damn, that’s a big ass piece of flesh you just ripped off me, you tiny, angry goblin

I’ve got 99 pick up lines and the girl’s now mine  (pt.1)

(or boy we don’t discriminate)

1. Are you a dementor cause you take my breath away

2. You’re so hot I could bake cookies on you

3. Excuse me, but does this smell like chloroform to you?

4. Are you a cat? Cause you are purrrfect

5. I like Legos, you like Legos, why don’t we build a relationship?

6. If I were a cat I’d spend all 9 lives with you

7.If you were a vegetable you’d be a cutecumber

8. Have you been to the doctor lately? Cause I think you’re lacking in vitamin Me

9. Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?

10. I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you

11. Can I have directions?
[To where?]
To your heart

12. Are you a parking ticket cause you’ve got fine written all over you

13. I was feeling a little off today but you definitely turned me on

14. Do you know what my shirt is made of? Girlfriend material

15. Do you have a shovel? Cause I’m digging that ass

16. From 1 to 10 I rate you 9 and I’m the only 1 you need

17. Is your name Ariel because I think we mermaid for eachother

18. Do you know what’s on the menu? Me-n-u

19. Are you craving pizza because I’d love to get a pizz-a dat ass

20. I’m no photographer but I can picture us together

21. I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?

22. Are you a ghost? Because your boo-ty is out of sight

23. Do you like Harry Potter because you can slytherin my bed

24. Woah girl, are you from France because maDAMN

25. Did you sit on a pile of sugar? Cause you’ve got a pretty sweet ass

26. I may not go down in history but I’ll go down on you

27. Our love is like dividing zero you can’t define it

28. Are you made of copper and tellurium because you’re CuTe

29. You like sleeping? Hey me too we should do it together

30. If you were homework I’d do you

31. Do you work at McDonald’s because I want you in my happy meal

32. Are you a tower because Eiffel for you

33. Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again

34. Are you going to kiss me or do I need to lie to my diary?

35. You look a lot like my next boyfriend

36. Do you have a jersey? Because I need your name and number

37. You must be a banana because I find you apealing

38. If you were a triangle you’d be acute one

39. Is your dad a terrorist? Cuz you da bomb

40. Can I borrow a kiss? I promise to give it back

41. You must be the square root of one because you can’t be real

42. I’m no organ donor but I’d be happy to give you my heart

43. Man your legs must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind all night

44. Do you have a mirror in your pocket because I can see me in your pants

45. Do you have a bandaid because I just scraped my knee falling for you

46. Girl if you were a dinosaur you’d be a gorgeousauras

47. If you were a fruit you’d be a fineapple

48. Are you religious because you just answered all of my prayers

49. I need a map because I’m lost in your eyes


Fishy Fishy

Prompt: damian and bruce are out of town so dick is watching all the batpets and a goldfish dies. so he goes to the petstore where you work and asks for your help to find another that looks just like it??? idk a friend and i were talking about it

Requested by: Anon


    “I need a fish.”

    You stare at the man in front of you, “I’m going to need a little bit more information.”

    “My younger brother’s fish died. I swear I followed the instructions to the tee, but when I woke up this morning he was belly up. And now I have to get a new one that looks exactly the same, because he’s crazy about his pets, and he’ll be back from San Francisco in exactly two hours. And if he finds out I killed his fish he’s going to hate me, and he already has trust issues so this would be a big step back.”

    It takes everything you have to not burst out laughing. Instead you ask, “Do you have a picture of the fish?”

    He takes out his phone and provides an array of photos, a bit sheepishly he explains, “My brother wanted photo updates.”

    You nod, “You’re lucky, it’s just a regular black Beta fish. We have plenty.”

    He slumps with relief, “Thank god.”

    You cash him out and watch him go. When he comes back in two days later, a little boy in tow, you’re a bit surprised. Especially when the boy demands to see video surveillance footage. The out burst that follows makes the man’s previous, hectic entrance a bit more understandable, until he distracts himself with the kittens.

    The man groans at the sight, “Bruce is going to kill me.”

    You stare at him, and he explains, “We’re leaving with at least one kitten.”

    “And her phone number, don’t forget the entire point of this charade Grayson!” The boy calls from across the store. You watch a blush form on the man’s cheeks and you can’t help but laugh.

self care is

  • playing beamNG.drive
  • rescuing busto from the school bus
  • fighting busto 2.0
  • defeating busto 2.0
  • pitting sledgehammer against sledgehammer
  • mastering the ovo
  • launching busto into the sun chips place
  • taking a vacation to yoshi’s wooly world
  • encountering the blob
  • taking things tOO FAR
  • seeing the face of the devil
Belong (Hamilsquad x Reader)

AN: It’s late and I am definitely not getting enough sleep tonight, but here it is!

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18 @jantales

Request: @wonderfullyrandomhamilton - Polyhamilsquad where they find out the reader isn’t eating? I’m in need of comfort/angst/fluff. If you’re cool with that of course.

Warnings: eating disorder related things

Word Count: 1,627

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The bedroom was freezing, so you slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Alex or John up. Laf and Herc both snored obnoxiously loud and were exiled to the guest room that you had to sneak past on your way to the living room. All you wanted was to sit in front of the fireplace, but Laf had insisted on an older home where everything squeaked because he needed the “character.” You were never able to sleep through the boys coming home later from work or midnight snacks or other late night activities. It was a beautiful house, Laf refused anything else, but it had taken you much trial and error to figure out exactly how to move around the house without waking anyone up.

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When Night Comes *Vamp!Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Title: When Night Comes |The Lost Boys (1987) au|
Ratings: Explicit content (18+); Smut later on. Mentions of blood and violent topics. Murder & aggressive behaviour. Vampires and supernatural monsters.
Characters: Bucky Barnes, The lost boys characters (some), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton & Sam Wilson /Alongside/ Sharon Carter, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff & Rumlow
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve (great-great-grandson to Bucky - explained). Sharon Carter x Reader (siblings)

Summary: You had just moved to a small beach town in Santa Carla, California with your sister, Sharon. You spend most nights on the boardwalk as your sister works at a small cinema in town. After an accidental run in with the mysterious, Bucky Barnes, motorcycle gang leader things go a little upside down. Something about you lures him in and something about him gives you apprehension. Like most women though, you’re attracted to him, although most women aren’t seen again.

I’m sorry this part is so long. I wanted to introduce The Lost Boys without actually introducing them, making this over two-thousand words, I am awfully sorry. Everyone blame my best friend @promarvelfangirl​ she never told me not to!


You gaze out of the car’s window, head resting against the glass as you take in the sights. The sun blazing and hot, your new life in sunny California is beginning today. You sigh gently and push yourself off of the window, sitting up against the leather interior of you sisters car, glancing her way. Her golden hair was illuminated by the California sun, her eyes looked tired but hopeful. Sharon needed out of your hometown, not wanting her to go off on her own, you tagged along because it seemed you both needed fresh new starts.

“So, our apartment is right near the beach. Close to the boardwalk,” Sharon breaks the silence. “I have an enough money saved from…”  she trailed off before starting again, “from before, that should be enough to hold us over on rent for a few months.”

You nod slowly. “That’s good, there’s bound to be jobs here for us.” You shrug, Sharon let’s out a little chuckle of an agreement.

“This is gonna be fun,” it sounds like she’s trying to convince herself more than you. “Us, two sisters, leaving our horrible lives behind. Starting anew, it’s gonna be good!”

Sharon pulls up outside the apartment building, it’s a small little complex area, gated and looks nice enough. You both get out of the car; Sharon is smiling widely up at the building making you smile, she needed this and you’re more than willing to make this work. You watch as Sharon gets the keys to the place, her smile never faltering even when you park the car in the lot, and getting the few bags you brought with you both.

The apartment was medium sized, open planned too. Two bedrooms and one bathroom, it had a little balcony that overlooked the beach and the boardwalk. This was now your new home, it would do as a Kickstarter place, eventually you actually wanted a house but leaving with a few clothes and little money meant this was it. You pulled your bags into your room, it was homely; a small double bed up against the window and a wardrobe plus vanity. The walls were an off-white, carpet a light grey, simple and just what you needed.

“Hey, tonight we should go walk along the beach and boardwalk, see if there are any available jobs.” Sharon leans against your doorframe, you give a gentle nod as you sit on the bed. “I just want to say, thanks, for coming with me. I know leaving all your friends and our parents behind were difficult.” She smiles sincerely, you give a little grin back.

“Listen, we’re a team, me and you.” You stand up and walk to your older sister, “I couldn’t let my partner in crime leave without me, that boring old town wouldn’t have been any fun without Shazza,” you hip bump her and she laughs rolling her eyes. “Ice creams are on me,” you call as she turns to leave.

“You bet your ass they’re on you, Y/N.”

*

The boardwalk in the evening looked beautiful. The sounds of music coming from the arcades plus the few rides, people’s mindless chatter as they walk or sit. The bright lights illuminated the area with red, white and yellow. Sharon walked on ahead a little, not one for stopping and taking in the sights. Your eyes cast over the crowd by the entrance; California was different to what you were used to, the people and places, it would take some time to get used to.

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Your eyes glance over a group of men, all crowded around one, motorcycles all lined up. All clad in leather jackets, ripped jeans and biker gloves. They were parked outside the entrance to the boardwalk, the place you wanted to go into once Sharon had looked around. One was sat on his bike, white hair slicked back and black coat, a smirk as he watched one of his friends talk. His white hair made his pale skin look slightly less ghostly, although his cerulean eyes stood out against his white complexion. A girl clung to the back of him, bright auburn hair that even at night looked fiery, a red leather jacket and ripped jeans. Her hair looked vibrant against her pale skin, her dainty hands stroked through the male’s hair affectionately causing you to look away.

“Y/N?” Your name was called; you turned to Sharon who was stood outside of a small theatre. You stroll over, a male stands beside your sister, kind face and smile as he smoked on the cigarette careful to not blow smoke in your face. “This is Clint, he owes this cinema,” you look and see what movies are playing. Only two; The Fearless Vampire Killers and The Wolf Man.

You glanced at Clint, his sandy blonde hair and kind blue eyes, he had a few tattoos up his arms but most were covered by his rolled-up grey sleeves. “Those look like old horror movies.” You observe and he nods once.

“This movie theatre has been around for years,” Clint smiles. “Plus old horrors are classics, kid. Besides people come here to make out and not watch the movies, it’s here where everyone’s parents got together.” You chuckled with Sharon at that. “Anyway, Sharon we’ve got a job opening, our last ticket rep hasn’t been turning up.” He shrugs gently and stubs the cigarette out on the floor with his boot.

“I’ll take it,” Sharon says almost instantly, you give her a look but she shrugs you off. “It’s a good starting point, listen I’m gonna talk to Clint some more, I’ll text you when I’m done. Go have fun,” she nudges you away, you sigh gently but do as she says, giving a last look to Clint who smiles softly.

You slowly walk back towards the boardwalk entrance, kicking a few stones with your black converse. You peek up through your lashes to the motorcycles, none of the gang was there, you gave a little sigh of relief; it’s not that you thought they’d say anything to you but that little nagging feeling tugged at your stomach, a sign you should have listened to when back at home. You looked at the bikes as you got closer, all black and shiny, big handlebars and a few decorated with stickers. 

As you walked past, you hear someone shout, thinking it was Sharon calling for you, you turn but stumble and bump into someone and lost your footing.

You fall backwards and land on something, whatever it was fell with you and crashed to the floor, you fall on top of it. You groan in pain, your back was pressing into something hard and cold. When you opened your eyes the colour drained from your face, you had knocked over one of their motorcycles. You shot up and begin trying to pull it up, it was too heavy, of course. Nothing looked broken, you hoped; the first day here and you’re already going to get on some gang’s hit list, for sure.

“Did you do this?” A deep voice called, you stopped trying to pull on the handle and your heart rate picked up in speed.

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Slowly you turned around and the air got stuck in your throat. You hadn’t seen this man amongst the crowd of people, you would have remembered him. His eyes were a deep, stormy grey, that stood out against his light skin. Dark stubble littered across his clenched jaw, framing pink lips that were pulled into a frown. The man’s hair was long, tickling against his jaw and he swept a hand to push some behind his ear, both hands covered by black, fingerless, leather gloves.

You debated on lying, he looked menacing and tall, broad shoulders hidden under a black leather jacket. “Uh-yes, I did.” He raised an eyebrow, “but it was by accident, I swear. I heard someone yell, I tripped and fell into it, I really didn’t meant to. God, I am so sorry, I’ll pay any damages.” You rush, holding your hands to him and he continued to stare at you for a few seconds. You gulped when he stepped to you, you held your breath not knowing what he was going to do but instead he stepped around you, gripping the bike and pulling it up with ease. “…I am really sorry.” You mumble.

You watched as he examined his motorcycle, you crossed your arms over your stomach and frowned, praying no damage had been done. Truthfully, you didn’t have any money to give him to pay for damages. You cursed yourself for meeting a handsome guy this way, breaking his motorcycle; not that you think you’d have a chance with him but it would have been nice to meet this sinful guy in different circumstances. Eventually, his eyes drifted up to you, you tried not to look too worried or afraid.

“It’s fine,” you let out a long sigh and started to breathe normally. “You’re not from around here,” it was a statement more than a question, you nodded once. “Yeah, people around here usually put a lot of space between themselves and me or our bikes.” You frowned, turning to see that people kept their distance from you and this guy, giving curious but concerned glances to him. “They’d also blame another person.”

“Well, not gonna lie, I thought about it.” You chuckled nervously and he smirked with a nod. “Again I’m really sorry, I’m just clumsy. I think I hurt myself more than your bike.” You joked lightly.

His eyebrows knit together. “You’re not bleeding!” You frowned back him, how would he know that? “I meant, are you bleeding?” He corrected himself, placing his hands in his pockets.

“No, I don’t think so. Gonna have a gnarly bruise though,”

Did I just really use the word gnarly? You thought to yourself, cringing as his eyebrows raised. “I’m gonna… go, let you go about your evening. Sorry, again.” You turn and leave, cursing yourself for being so idiotic and annoying, he definitely thinks you’re weird. Not that his opinion matters, although, when did these butterflies appear in your stomach? But you couldn’t figure out if they were those anxious, warning you of him butterflies or actual nervous, shy butterflies.

You walked into the boardwalk; still thinking about that awkward and cringey encounter. First day here and already you’re making the wrong impression on people. The arcades music filled your ears, children and teenagers playing the games to win those crappy prizes. Your eyes landed on the guys from earlier with the white hair, he’s without the girl but two others; a curly blonde with a dark jacket that has patches on the arms and back. Plus a brunette with longer hair past his shoulders, an earring dangled out of his left ear, he also looked to be wearing no shirt under his black jacket and a very strange necklace dangled around his neck. The man with white hair turned to the yell of the name, “David”, your eyes drifted to see the broad-shouldered guy who you had run in with.

You slowly walked past but the distance made it difficult to hear what they are talking about. You assume the white haired man is named David, he places his pale hand on the blonde’s shoulder, smirking at something he said. You’re too caught up in staring at them to realise you’re about to walk into an arcade game: you smash into the large metal object, a shriek leaving your lips at the suddenness. The sudden bash from you causes the game’s music to loudly ring out, you cringe back and glance around seeing if anyone saw that.

To your unfortunate luck, the men are all staring, David and the two others don’t seem that bothered but chuckle to themselves… but the other one, the one you looked a fool in front of earlier, has an eyebrow raised and amused smirk; the second time you’ve done something stupid in front of him. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks, turning away quickly and leaving in the opposite direction seemed like the best escape.

“Y/N!” You turn, still in eyeshot of him and his eyes trail to your sister and back to you, his mouth moving but eyes boring into you; you try not to look back at him. “You okay? You look a little flushed.” Sharon frowns, pressing her hand to your forehead.

You push her hand away, chuckling at her motherly personality. “I’m fine, just a little hot from all that walking.” You lie but she buys it; turning her head she looks around the boardwalk and turns back to you with a small frown.

“Why are those guys staring over here?” She nods in the direction you’ve been keen on not looking to, you shrug gently. “Creeps! Come on, let’s go get some food.” You nod, letting Sharon grab your hand and pull you away. Glancing behind yourself, the men aren’t there anymore, you frown slightly but put your attention back to your sister. “So, Clint has given me the job. I start officially tomorrow,” you smile a little and nod, not really paying her too much attention. The nagging feeling, this itch, that feels like someone is watching you makes you feel paranoid and unsettled.

You glance around, narrowing your eyes at the crowds of people but no one really stands out. “That’s nice.” Sharon hums in agreement.

“Apparently, the previous person was his sister but she has been MIA and not turned up.”

Sharon continues to talk about the work she’ll have to do. You try and pay attention, trying not to feed into the paranoia feeling you have. Only it kept growing like someone was closing in on you, your heart picked up in speed but no one stood out in the crowd. You suggest leaving, claiming to be tired from the long journey and walking around. As you leave the Boardwalk the revving of engines pulls you from Sharon’s attention, all the motorcycles starting up.

None wearing helmets, all decked out in leather or denim. A few even have the New Romantics style mixed with the dark vibe that David had going on. The girl was perched on the back of his motorcycle, smirking at another blonde who had long, swept hair and bright blue eyes. The other blonde, with the patch jacket, was the first one to speed off and down the road. The brunette followed, almost racing him and hollering, you frowned at the recklessness they seemed to have.

“Ladies,” a clear, smooth voice calls. You cast your eyes to see David looking directly at you and Sharon, a smirk upturning at the corners of his lips, “Welcome to Santa Carla.” You frowned at his greeting, did his friend tell him about you? Does he just know you’re not from around here?

You nod in thanks, hearing a silent hiss from Sharon to leave. “Thank you?” Your voice making the words sound like a question, he lets out a chuckle. The girl clinging to him looking at you, her green eyes against pale skin making her look outworldly, her eyes narrowed as she glares.

“Don’t mind him, he likes to make people uncomfortable.” Your eyes drift to the person with a deep, soft voice. He now has his hair tied back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, his forearms are resting on the handlebars of his motorcycle. A smirk cast to his friend and then to you, a wink dropping with his right eye. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, Sharon links her arm through yours and gently pulls you away. He gives a wave as you’re pulled away from them.

You hear the engines roar to life and then the motorcycles speeding off, you glance and watch as they drive off down the road. “They’re trouble, Y/N. Stay away from him,” Sharon mumbles, also watching them drive off. “Clint said there’s a motorcycle gang around, real trouble makers. I don’t want you getting involved!” You nod and walk home in relative silence on your end, your mind thinking back to the man on the motorcycle.

(I appreciate feedback and what you think will happen in this series- I’ve taken ideas from various movies. Let me know if there’s anything you want to see happen. Thank you for the patience, I’ve been having problems with my laptop that I hope will be fixed over the weekend. Fortunately, I have a mum who loves that I’m blogging and writing and has lent me her laptop. So, shout out to my mammy, Michele, what a saint. -  Rosalie)


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Anon Requested: Lily starts falling for an insecure, yet charming crippled james, and naturally when his injury is miraculously recovered, girls throw themselves at him. (Healer!Lily/Auror!James AU)

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“You have to let me see him.”

The desperate plea that came from the intruder’s lips was wrought with emotion as he pushed past a startled Lily Evans to the bed where a badly wounded man sat awaiting the Healer visit—Lily’s visit. Instead of assessing what had brought the man into the rehabilitation ward in the first place, Lily was assessing the boy who had come charging into the room like the patient was on his deathbed.

The bloke (not the injured one) flew into the hospital ward only moments before Lily, taking out two guards and a door with the flick of his wand. He wore a leather traveling cloak and his wand was tucked in the black bun stop his head. The boy was handsome with black hair, grey eyes, and perfect cheekbones. His pale skin was akin to the models she saw in Witch Weekly but his expression was less sensual and more roguish.

The boy stared down at the man in bed, exasperated, “Your owl left out the part where Alice Longbottom buzzed your hair off, you look ridiculous.”

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Hard Eyes: Part 3

Originally posted by harleenfrancesqvinzel

Prompt: Batmom that was former suicide squad? 

Words: 938

Part 1 , Part 2 


    “I’m sorry, but this is just crazy.”

    You grin at your second oldest son, “And why is me going for a spa weekend crazy?”

    Jason scowls, “Not that! You leaving Penelope with Dick! She likes me more.”

    From down the hall you hear Dick yell back, “She does not!”

    You do your best to hide your chuckle but you don’t quite succeed. Straightening you sling your duffle bag over your shoulder and say, “Dick is in charge because I can trust him to keep the fighting to a minimum. When I come back from this weekend I would like all of my children to be alive and intact without any internal bleeding. And Jason, as much as I love you sweetheart, you like to stir the pot.”

    Jason crosses his arms against his chest and asks, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    You grin. “That I know it was you who broke Tim’s computer and not Damian. And that you tricked Tim into thinking it was Damian so that a fistfight would break out in the middle of the New Year’s Gala, so that you could sneak off without anyone noticing. I’m here to tell you that I did notice.”

    Jason just shrugs, “Alright so I don’t like Tim and the demon spawn all the time, but I love my sister, and if Dick has her he’s going to invite Barbara over and they’re going to place make believe house, and I’ll die from fluff overload.”

You kiss your son’s cheek, “Then I suggest not stirring the pot next time.”  

Without another word you leave the room, a pouting Jason on your heels. You make your way downstairs and let out a sharp whistle. The boys come into the foyer a minute later.

Setting your bag on the floor you lay out the rules. “All right I will be gone a week. This spa I’m going to doesn’t allow electronics, so it is next to impossible to reach me. I’ve left a number to be used in emergencies only. As in the world is ending, not someone stole your poptart.  Your dad and Alfred are also out of range. They’re with the League, trying some new physical therapy they’re hoping will help.

“I’ve left Dr. Lee’s number on the fridge, along with Commissioner Gordon’s, who has agreed to make surprise visits to make sure you’re all doing what needs to be done. AND NOT STIRRING THE POT.”  Your eyes flicker to Damian and Jason for a minute before you continue, “Also Dick, sweetheart, as much as I love you you’re not in charge.”

You watch your oldest son’s eyes go wide as you reach over and take Penelope from him, as Jason let’s out a sharp laugh. “What, why?”

You smile, “Hun, the minute Barbara comes in you go all love struck, and if you’re focusing on her and Penelope and in Jason’s words ‘Play house’ I fear that the manor would burn down and I do not want to explain that to Alfred.” You ignore Jason’s “Hah!” and keep going, “So I called in the big guns.”

You watch the girl slip out of the shadows without a word. You watch as Damian begins to scowl, not because he’s unhappy but because he hadn’t sensed her. Smiling at your oldest daughter, you give Cass a quick hug before handing Penelope over. The girl takes the infant with a smile. You can’t help but grin at the sight of your two girls.

Picking up your bag you simply say, “Cass has permission to use force if needed. I highly suggest following the rules. Bye kids.” And with a wave you leave.

You slink into the car, and begin your drive. Instead of driving towards a spa you make your way into the city. You head through it straight into the slums. You pull the car up to a less than stellar bar. You park it, grab your bag, and then lock it.

The beep draws more than a little attention. It’s a nice car, a payday kind of car, and had you been anyone else, it probably would have been gone even quicker than Jason could get the tires off the Batmobile.  

But you are you, and that’s why when a rather large goon steps in your path, you don’t even hesitate to drop him to the ground. Ruthlessness is prized here. Coldness treasured. Slipping inside the bar you let your new life fade away and slip into your past. It’s comfortable, if not a bit dusty, and as you drop your bag on the ground and it lands with a thud eyes turn towards you, and you meet all of them head on.

Floyd is sitting in the corner of the bar, guns on the table, a smirk on his face. It takes less than a minute for him to stand up and make his way over to you. His arm wraps around your shoulder and says, “Our Baby Girl is back.”

You smile as a cheer goes through the bar, and for the first time in forever your eyes land on your best friends. Harley and Ivy are there, smiling, and slightly behind them, sticking out like a sore thumb is your brother Captain Rick Flagg.

He’s dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, and looking more uncomfortable than a cat in a dog fight. Your eyes meet his, and he tips his head just a smidge, he’s here for you. They’re all here for you. They might be a bunch of villains but they stick by there own, and make no mistake you are one of them. 

Can we talk about the boys?

Yesterday was a very emotional year for all of us. But I’m ready to think now. To analyze what went down… But seriously, can you believe that fucking kiss?? Hahah I am SHOOK!

Okay, each character could have a thesis written about them, based on the last clip. But I’m just gonna focus on the boys for now, because they are the center of the drama I really care about (bye girls!)

First of all, that singing scene was such a blessing. So powerful and peaceful. You could see how much it actually meant for Even, just before he started singing. It was a big deal for him. And Isak adoring him so so much. I was speechless. But the look at Even’s face when the Bakka boys show up. 

Everything changes. Even had built up the confident to sing this powerful song, that probably has a lot of meaning to him, but the sight of the guys makes him lose everything. That look in his eyes is still haunting me. He looks straight up scared. You can see his breathing intensifies, like his heart starts beating really fast. The sight of the boys gives him a physical reaction. But Isak notice straight away, and he doesn’t hesitate for a second. He is there for his man. You are not alone, Even. You are never alone, remember that!… 

While Isak’s focus is on Even; Magnus and Jonas’s attention is drawn to the source of ‘the problem’. They look over their shoulders, and probably see the Bakka Boys entering the room, connecting them to Even’s discomfort. 

And can we just praise the boy squad for a second? Everything the girl squad has lost; the boy squad has gained. They are stronger than ever! They have each other’s back. All Magnus had to do, was basically sending Jonas and Madhi a look, and they knew what to do. I love these boys so much. Their love for each other is so pure, and the way they have adopted Even into their group makes me have no doubt, that Even knows how much they all love and respect him (which is very important). Even’s fear and insecurities disappears again, as soon as Isak is by his side, and everything is just pure and beautiful. And after the song Even is not afraid to show affection for Isak, and Isak is not afraid to show affection for Even. *cries*

We don’t know much of what happens after this. We know Yousef was roaming the room, while Sana and Chris was talking. You would think he would search up Sana, but he doesn’t. 

He is searching the room (maybe looking for Even or Mikael, who left the venue as fast as he entered it.), and then goes back to his friends who stands at the door. It looks like their attention is on something outside. Maybe the boy squad is out there with Mikael?

We know Mikael goes in with the boys, but when we see the boys again, he is gone. Did he leave immediately when he saw Even? And what is going on outside? Are the boys already arguing? Most likely, because only 1 minute later, Yousef comes for Sana to let her know her brother is in trouble. What strikes mere here, is that Yousef doesn’t go with Sana. He stays behind. His best friends are in a fight, and he just leaves the scene and makes it Sana’s problem? That is so weird. Why would he do that? It seems like Yousef is hiding something, we still don’t know about.

When we enter the fight, it has already preaked. Isak has been punched in the face. Even and him are staying in the background at this point, and the rest of the boys are still on it. We don’t know if the fight started because of Isak or because of Even, and Isak just took the punch by accident. 

The scene makes it look like Elias is the one fighting the fight, and he is also the one Yousef says is in trouble (but that could be because it’s her brother, and not because he is the center of the fight). He also looks really pissed when leaving.

But we don’t know who punched Isak, what started it or if it was full on the intention to punch him in the face. Right now, I think they want us to think, that this is simple straight up homophobia, but I don’t think it’s that simple at all. That really makes no sense. Something deeper is behind all this. Elias could also just have entered the fight, when he saw Mikael being outnumbered in a discussion, without knowing what is was about, and it just developed to a physical fight, where Isak’s pretty face was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Sana needs to find the underlying cause of all this, and I’m sure she will. I thought we would get a better look at Even’s relationship with the Bakka boys, but I’m just left more confused. When Even talked about them with Sana at school, he did it with such warmth in his voice and look. But when confronted with them, he looks so scared. Both when singing, but also when the fight is over, and he is comforting Isak. 

The look in his eyes. He looks so shocked and scared. Like he doesn’t know what to do. And now we have to wait 10 days!!! I can’t deal with this. But I’m sure, Sana will talk to Isak shortly after the break, because this picture shows Isak with, what was presumed to be a black eye, and those doesn’t last forever. It has to take place not too long from now. I really want to hear what happened. Both from Isak and from Elias.

That makes sense with the break teaser, where the black eye is a left eye as well.