Not a prompt unless you wanna write it: Sara lance hitting on Alex constantly until she says "if you kiss me I'll never flirt with you again" and she assumes Alex won't do it right? Wrong. Alex spins around and just straight up plants one on her while Maggie and the entire DEO watch Sara splutter, while Alex just struts off leaving multiple turned on agents (including Maggie and Sara because duh)
It’s all in good fun.
Maggie doesn’t mind because I mean hey Danvers, I plan on sticking around, but I can’t be the only hot woman you ever get to flirt with and because it’s Sara, and Sara is kind and Sara is fun and Sara is protective and Sara is deeply respectful of their love and Sara is… well, Sara is hot.
So it’s all in good fun, but Alex?
Alex keeps rebuffing even Sara’s smoothest (and corniest) moves.
At the bar.
Hey, Danvers, I know your sister can shoot lasers out of her eyes, but did you know you can make me wet with yours?
Oh please, Lance, if that’s the line you used on the Queen of France, it must not translate well into English.
In the green room.
Nice maneuver, Alex. Wanna try it out horizontally?
I did last night with Maggie, but nice try, Sara.
In the DEO control room.
Hey Maggie, does she look as good out of that uniform as she does in it?
Even better, Sara.
Good god, can the three of you take this outside? It’s bad enough how loudly you all think, I don’t have to hear it verbalized, too.
And that’s when it happens.
“Well, if you kiss me, we can stop traumatizing J’onn, because I’ll never flirt with you again,” Sara tells her, the smirk on her lips matching the playful one in Alex’s eyes, and Maggie arches an amused eyebrow as Sara turns to head out of the room.
But Alex grabs her arm and Alex spins her around and Alex glances at Maggie and Maggie nods because hell, why not, she’s coming home to her tonight, and Alex kisses Sara hard, kisses Sara hot, kisses Sara with tongue and with fervor.
J’onn groans and Winn trips over himself and Maggie’s grinning jaw is on the floor and Vasquez is resisting the temptation to take her phone out and film it and the only thing that tears Sara’s swooning body away from Alex’s strong arms is the loud clatter of a very flustered, very turned on rookie agent dropping the pile of paperwork he was supposed to be bringing down to Pam.
Alex stares at Sara’s flushed face and swollen lips and heaving chest and spluttering words for a moment before smirking, winking, and strutting out of the room, head high and hips swinging more than they normally would.
“So I… it… damn, Sawyer, your girlfriend can kiss like… does that mean I have to stop flirting with her?”
Maggie grins and watches Alex’s strut, her head tilted and eyes smouldering.
“You know what… I’ll just go… go…. ask her…”
And Maggie rushes off after Alex, fire in her core and a proud smirk on her face.
“You know they were somewhat more well-behaved before you came aboard, Ms. Lance,” J’onn mutters, and Sara winks.
“I can’t help who I am, J’onn,” and he turns away before she can see him grin, because god, he’s going to need to draw up more adoption papers.
How realistic was Laura fighting in Logan? She's 11. Her bones would theoretically still be pretty soft, but she's also a mutant who heals almost instantly. While she does often lose to adults when they swarm her, she also kills a lot of people. In addition, she falls in a weird limbo between Child Solider and Child Raised for Combat because the people who trained her from birth treated her as disposable, and didn't try to brainwash her. As a result, she escapes ASAP. Thoughts?
Well, I haven’t seen Logan yet but the problem with the question is “realistic”. This is X-men, realism left the building ages ago. Nothing is realistic. If you’re asking about realism then you’re asking the wrong questions because superpowers change the rules. What you’re really asking is: should an eleven year old child be able to fight on the same level as an experienced warrior like Wolverine?
And the answer is, in the Marvel universe characters with healing factors (like Wolverine) have recovered from being burned into ash by the sun. So, in a setting where his healing factor is failing and he’s dying but she’s young, genetically/physically enhanced, and hers is working at full throttle then why not? She’s a tiny Logan. A rage-filled murder ball dedicated to death and destruction, created in a lab that turns human guinea pigs into ultimate weapons. So, I ask, why not? She’s doing exactly what she’s been designed to do, minus it being on the orders of someone else.
What stops children from competing with adults is three things.
1) Physical immaturity. Their bodies are still developing, and not on par with an adults.
2) Mental immaturity. Their brains are still developing, and don’t have the same basic understanding that adults do especially in regards to consequences. They don’t really grasp concepts like “death” and “gone forever” very well. Psychologically, these kids get pretty messed up.
3) Due to the above two problems, unless they have weapons, they can’t overcome the gap.
X-23 does all three. She has the healing factor, genetic enhancements, and blades coming out of her hands and front toe, all of which solve two of the above problems. They allow her to go toe to toe with adults because she can simply power or brute force her way through it. From a combat perspective, it doesn’t really matter if she gets hurt or go through serious body horror as her body will repair itself. So, someone without morals could put her through a meat grinder and still use her again. Plus, at least in X-men Evolution and the comics, she tends to be psychologically messed up. Someone who was treated as a weapon from the moment she was born, trained as a weapon, used as a weapon, and doesn’t really comprehend most “normal” human experiences. A clone with all Wolverine’s experiences, except she went through them as a child.
Laura Kinney, X-23 is by all standards a fairly new character in the Marvel universe. She was first introduced in the early 2000s through the WB cartoon X-Men: Evolution. Like Harely Quinn, she’s a canon immigrant. When she was introduced in the cartoon, she was a teenager.
In character, she was an angry violent rage-ball, a teenage version of Logan except more lost and unstable. However, the major difference between their experiences was that where Logan was an adult when he went through the Weapon X program, she was a child. She was the twenty-third test subject, and the only one who survived the experiments. X-23 was desperate to find out who she was and where she belonged; and, having been “raised” by Hydra, determined to find (and, possibly kill) Wolverine whom she viewed as responsible for everything that happened to her. That desire was mixed up in her desire to know who she was. Because she was a human weapon, she couldn’t distinguish between the two. Fighting was what she knew how to do, so that’s what she did. Her introduction was sneaking through the X-men mansion, disabling all the other mutant children and teachers in order to single Logan out to fight.
As a character, considering everything else, she was a fairly accurate representation of a child raised to be a human weapon. Psychologically traumatized, unstable, and unable to really comprehend her emotions or concepts like “friendship” and “family”. Deeply mistrustful of anyone and anything who got too close, unable to communicate her needs except through anger and violence. Any approach was likely to elicit an immediate, violent response.
She doesn’t know how to be anything except a weapon.
Logan could reach her because Logan understood what she’d been through, but he also couldn’t really help her and it took a long time before she came to trust him (if she ever really did). That door didn’t open often for anyone else.
If you want to see her first appearances then the episodes to watch are “X23″ and “Target X”.
The name “Laura Kinney” comes (I think) from the comics as she originally did not have any name other than X-23.
In the comics, she’s another of the Weapon X subjects and the 23 refers to her gender rather than the number of times it took to create her. She escapes like she does in the movie, and eventually starts trying to figure out who she is.
It’s not really worth asking questions about realism when a setting has explicitly ejected realism. Have a good guffaw over anyone trying to argue about the “realism of Batman”. There isn’t any. The setting has defined its own definition of realism and that’s what it follows. Realism isn’t everything, and it doesn’t define what a good story is. Often, it’s not even the question you should be asking. Avatar: the Las Airbender has some awesome fighting for a children’s cartoon, fighting clearly drawn (ha!) from martial arts in the real world. However, it is by no means realistic. And, honestly, that doesn’t matter.
Well-told stories are defined by how well they tell their stories, and maintain their suspension of disbelief. Everything else after that is popcorn. Realism comes into play when we admire how well someone has done their research, how well that research supports and enhances our experience when consuming media. You don’t want to understand combat just for an added dose of realism, but also because knowledge gives us more options to work with. The more you know, the more detail you can add. All the better to create a more enjoyable experience, my dear.
Understanding the rules is the first step in figuring out how to break them, or just manipulate them to your advantage. Whatever works.
I actually love seeing idols breaking out of their shells and acting like themselves on camera since most of the time, they’re given a set image they have to portray based on their physical appearance. It’s just nice to see them embrace who they are instead of following a certain image that was given to them based on their looks.
Pretty pretty please can you write something where Alex and Kara see Maggie when she's on the heavy bag or upset and Kara goes to comfort her but Al's like 'sweetie, I've got this' and it's sweet and comforting and amazing and I've been crying since I woke up this morning please give me something fluffy!
Kara knows something’s wrong the moment she enters the
Maggie’s heartbeat is steady, but elevated, hard, and while
she’s generally learned to avoid walking into Alex or Maggie’s places – or her
own bedroom during game night – when their heartbeats are quick and rapid,
Maggie is alone.
She’s alone and loud hip hop that Kara can’t identify is
pounding along with a rhythmic thudding.
Maggie’s working on her heavy bag.
Normally, Kara wouldn’t give it a second thought – Maggie loves
that thing – but she’d had breakfast with James this morning and he’d regaled
her with tales of how hard Maggie had just pushed him – and herself – in the
So this probably isn’t her regular workout.
She gives up on the door after it becomes clear that Maggie’s
not going to hear it, so she jets around the building and raps, instead, on the
living room window.
Maggie’s face – sweat-streaked with focused, furious,
intense eyes and messy hair swept off her neck in a high bun – doesn’t change
when she sees Kara, and she doesn’t stop bouncing on the balls of her feet.
But she does tug at her gloves with her teeth, and she sheds
one to yank the window open for her girlfriend’s little sister.
“Need something, Little Danvers?” she yells over her music,
glad she doesn’t have to turn it down because of Kara’s superhearing. Without
waiting for an answer, she replaces her glove and goes back to slamming
combinations into the bag, working on her breathing and hip rotation with
Kara watches her for a long moment.
“How do you do that? Alex says I always drop my left
shoulder before I throw a punch, that it gives me away.”
Maggie sighs and gestures Kara in front of her, still
weaving up and down on the balls of her feet.
“You shouldn’t have to drop your shoulder because it shouldn’t
be up like that to begin with. Keep the tension in your core, not your
She reaches around Kara’s body and hesitates before touching
her. Kara nods, suddenly breathless, suddenly shy, and Maggie is somehow both gentle
and firm as she shows Kara with a splayed hand on her stomach, how to brace her
abs, with gently tapping fingers on her shoulder, prompting her to relax it.
“Good, Little Danvers. Now when you punch, try not to send
my bag through the wall, okay?”
Kara grins and pulls her punches, and Maggie surveys her
with sharp eyes.
“You seemed pretty in danger of putting it through the wall yourself,
She catches the question in Kara’s voice, and she grunts and
shifts Kara by the hips to the side so she can go at the bag again.
“It’s nothing, it’s whatever. Just a workout.”
“I heard you already had an exhausting one this morning.”
There’s no judgment in Kara’s voice, just concern, but Maggie launches a rough
roundhouse kick at the bag anyway.
“Our line of work, you can’t train too hard.”
“Actually, you – ”
“I’m fine, Kara. What did you need, anyway?”
Kara slips her phone out of her pocket and texts Alex as
Maggie launches a new assault on the bag.
“Winn and I are in the mood for pool, and we wondered if you
wanted to come.”
“No phone?” Maggie asks without looking at her, and Kara’s
heart threatens to break, because she knows her sister’s girlfriend is
breaking, but she doesn’t know why.
And her worst nightmare – both of their worst nightmares,
she imagines – is not knowing how to help.
“You weren’t answering.” Kara finally reaches over and turns
down the music, because her own senses are starting to overload. Maggie opens
her mouth to object, but glances at Kara’s face and nods immediately, silently,
like she understands without needing an explanation. Because she does.
Kara finds herself hoping that her sister marries this
Maggie keeps her gaze on Kara’s face and her eyes soften
somewhat. She stills for the first time since Kara flew in and rips off her
gloves with a sigh.
“You ever just… for no reason, everything feels like the
world’s ending? Except it’s not actually?”
Kara nods softly, slowly. “This one of those days?”
Maggie just stares at her face for a long moment, like she’s
evaluating how much she wants to risk, and before she can decide, Alex’s key
scrapes the lock.
One look at Maggie’s somehow both guarded and open face, the
sweat pouring down her body, the slow swiveling of the heavy bag, and the
concern in Kara’s eyes tells her everything she needs to know.
“Oh sweetie. I got this.” She strides over to Kara,
squeezing her hands and kissing her cheek gratefully. “You wanna go get us some
“I’ll go to that organic place in Austin, okay?” she tells
Maggie, who fights tears and shakes her head, struck silent by the way the
Danvers girls just… want to care for her. For some reason she can’t fathom.
“You don’t have to, Little – ”
But Kara’s already kissed her cheek, smiled softly at her
sister, and flown back out the window.
Silence rises in her wake, and Maggie goes to put her gloves
“Whoa whoa, okay,” Alex reaches out with gentle hands to
stop her. “You don’t have to talk, babe, but you need to be gentler with your
body, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Maggie stares at the ground and Alex kisses her forehead.
Maggie backs up.
“I’m all sweaty and gross.”
“Sweaty, yes. Gross? No. Never.”
Maggie sighs and Alex waits until she knows Maggie’s ready
for a tiny push.
“One of those days?”
Maggie nods, humiliation written everywhere on her body, and
Alex’s heart shatters.
“Well, Kara will be back in a little under an hour. You know
what that gives us enough time for?”
“I’m not really up for sex, Danvers.”
Alex pffts. “No! Here, you shower. It’ll help. I’ll warm the
towels for you. And I’ll have a surprise waiting when you come out, okay?”
Maggie sighs skeptically, exhaustedly.
“Do you trust me, babe?”
Maggie nods, because if she’s not beating the life out of
something, it’s about all she can do.
“Good. So go. Shower.”
She does. She does and she hates every moment of it, especially
the parts that make her feel somewhat, somehow, better.
But her throat unsticks and when she steps out of the
bathroom in the tank and boxers Alex had slipped in and left for her, she
speaks, because she panics.
Because her studio isn’t all that big, yet she can’t see
Alex, who told her to trust her. And yet she couldn’t see
“Down here, babe!”
Alex’s voice is muffled and the smile in it, the barely
restrained, bursting enthusiasm, is so clear that Maggie’s lips start tilting
upward of their own accord.
“Danvers, what – “
Because as she rounds the couch, she finds Alex buried in a
fort made, it seems, of every single pillow and blanket Maggie owns.
“It’s the Bad Day Tunnel. Or hole. Or fort. Or burrow. I can’t
decide what it should be called. Kara would always call it the Fortress of
Sistertude, but I very much don’t want you to be my sister, so I figure we
should come up with something else.”
In spite of herself, Maggie plops down in the fort next to
Alex, who tosses a blanket over her shoulders and lets her lean into her body.
“What does one do in the Bad Day… thing?” she asks in a
monotone, because she’s scared that if she allows any emotion into her voice –
like the overwhelming feeling of being cared for, being heard, being seen, that
Alex is giving her so perfectly – she’ll break.
“One has a bad day. It’s where you go when you’re extra sad.
You can do anything you want in the fort. Drink scotch – don’t worry, the
scotch is for you, I brought myself root beer – ” And sure enough, there are
bottles and glasses in the center of the fort – “and when Kara gets back, eat
food. There can be music and there can be crying and there can be yelling and
there can be cuddling, and I brought tissues and your favorite stuffed animals
and your phone in case you want to just zone out and scroll through Instagram
“So basically you made me a depression tent. Where I can be
depressed and it’s okay.”
Alex’s eyes fly wide, thinking that Maggie hates it.
Thinking that she’s messed up, thinking that she’s hurt her more, offended her,
been insensitive to her, not heard her.
“Yes?” Her voice is small and her voice is terrified, but
then Maggie’s soft lips are on hers, and it’s one of the softest kisses they’ve
ever shared, because Maggie has the energy to beat a heavy bag senseless but
she doesn’t have the energy to sustain a passionate kiss, so Alex lets it stay
soft, stay gentle, stay tender, stay perfect.
“I love you, Alex,” Maggie whispers into her lips, and Alex swears
she won’t cry.
“I love you too, Maggie. However you feel, whenever you feel
They’re both asleep in the depression tent when Kara returns
with three heaping bags of takeout, and she smiles and sets the bags down and
crawls into the fort, the tent, the safety, with her sister and her future
sister-in-law. Alex feels Kara’s warmth and hums happily, shifting in her sleep
so Kara can slip onto Maggie’s other side and help Alex hold her safe, hold her
steady, hold her loved.
nygmobblepositivity (god knows which part this is)
Yes. I am doing another one of these in light of recent revelations from multiple sources over the past couple months. And also because
Apparently there is still negativity and possibly still some very thorough doubt. I’m hear to ease as many tensions as possible by request of this anon. So here we go. I’m going to show you all, Nnygmobblepot can still happen. More than ever, stronger than ever, and forever of course.
This was a very wonderful interview and especially for Nygmobblepot fans. A fan tries to ask questions concerning Nygmobblepot. Robin says he can’t say much, but Riddler has “a guilty conscience” and then he gives the most suspicious look as if he knows precisely what he’s hiding from shippers. There were also mentions of Oswald’s sexuality which proved very interesting.
This was an instagram video that showed Erin, Drew, and Robin on set singing and Cory dancing just a couple feet away. This sort of proved they have already been filming scenes together, in what looks like Ivy’s house/place.
When DM’d on Instagram about if Nygmobblepot had a chance, our wondeful Lucius Fox ‘Chris Chalk’ said “Anything could happen with time.”
4. Hallucination Oswald
This leaked image gave us insight on 3x15, the next coming episode. This obviously personifies Edward’s confirmed “guilt” towards his actions upon Oswald, the possible love of his life. This confirmed Ed will in fact be haunted by Oswald’s image, because does in fact feel terrible. This is fact.
5. THIS FUCKING PICTURE FUCK ME UP
This finally gave us a picture with real oswald and edward and ed looks happier than he has IN SUCH A LONG TIME. You can think what you want, but I know how to read faces. That is a face of pure love, adoration, relief. He’s on the verge of tears, and he looks so goddamn grounded. Let me demonstrate what love looks like.
Ed has finally realized his own feelings. You can tell. I’m so glad it took so long, because now they have seen the best and worst in one another and will try their hardest never to lose the other again.
If you can’t see that, I feel for you. These two are soul mates, and we should be more hopeful and optimistic than ever. Because Cory’s expression alone already confirms so much.
-Additional Positive Bits-
Cory Michael Smith using purple and green fonts during an instagram story
Selina Kyle in the background of the latest picture, signaling to me that she helped Ed find Oswald through the help of her good friend, Ivy.
Structurally, the plot narrative is going to be switched over to Ed’s POV since it was stuck in Oswald’s for so long, so we’re going to watch this man fall in love, just like we did with Penguin.
The most recent photo ^^ being the only new spoiler/promo picture where Edward is smiling genuinely.
WE HAVE SEVEN GODDAMN EPISODES LEFT AND IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN AND WE ALL KNOW IT. SO ANY PESSIMISM YOU HAVE LEFT IS GOING TO BE CRUSHED. NYGMOBBLEPOT IS ALIVE.