I think Shino would be a bigger fan of Poison Ivy's character. Like, if he was into superhero comic books at all, and liked DC, I just think he would. And he's teased for it because she's hot as hell and dresses in literal leaves a lot of the time and whatever other superficial things. But he'd naturally defend himself and start to drone on as nerds do about how first of all, she was a passionate botanist, and had a promising career ahead of her, but low and behold, the incident. And because of the incident, especially if she was experimented on, she lost her faith in humanity to be good. At her core, she's not motivated by greed, or even hate necessarily, though it'd be understandable. She's motivated by her love and passion for plants and the environment, the last piece of her former self that is still intact after all she had to endure and went through. She's not so much a typical supervillain as much as an eco-terrorist.
It's the passion to ultimately do good for something she considers important, and feels like no one else does, that drives her to do what she does. But the tragic thing is that objectively, the something in question is actually very, very important, irrefutably essential to life itself. It's the descent into doing harm onto others in the process, sometimes with the goal to eradicate humanity as a whole that deems her a villain. But he still enjoys her of course.
Then someone chimes in with a "I thought you'd be into Blue Beetle more than anything, since you're so into bugs and stuff."
Shino looks at them, deadpan, and simply asks, "Am I a joke to you?"
He does like Blue Beetle. It's just, like, there's a very obvious reason as to why Poison Ivy is up in his Top 5 comic characters of all time. And who knows, maybe characters deemed "villains" would to be more his speed anyway, since they tend to be more interesting lol
Hi hi honey bunny. I love you and I miss you and I hope you’re doing well
Love your fave Barry loving bitch ♥️ (and now jQuinn loving bitch)
Hello, my sweet, sweet love!
It's always so nice to hear from an old friend :)
I love, and miss you too! Today was a good day. I saw a hummingbird for the third time in less than a week, and it's a really personal thing. But it was a beautiful experience. Someone's watching over me.
I'm always happy to know that people from my OBX fics are working their way into my newer fics. I have open arms for allllll my people.
Love you, Baddie. Stay well. I hope the sun is shining for you xoxo
Barry, no one really thinks you and Jacob Elordi are a thing.
I went to a Q&A last weekend with Emerald Fennell and Margot Robbie's producing partner Josey McNamara. Barry was to be on panel, but couldn't make it.
I don't blame him. He was resting up for the Academy Museum gala.
SPOILERY SALTBURN TALK
Besides the Q&A with McNamara and Fennell (who said she felt Oliver and Farleigh would have been happy together),
I went to one with composer Anthony Willis (who kept referring to the Oliver/Felix maze scene as "the breakup scene"),
That had me on my knees like Oliver.
Suzie Davis (Production Designer), Victoria Boydell (Editor) and Siân Miller (Makeup, Hair & Prosthetic Designer) and it was very illuminating.
They came to the reception afterwards and mingled, but I didn't see Siân who I wanted to ask more questions of.
During the panel she talked about the tattoos and how they all had backstories. The ones I remember: Pamela's (Carey Mulligan) tats include a horseshoe a'la Amy Winehouse, but hers is upside down representing bad luck. She has a pill tat that represents her relationship with Richard Ashcroft of The Verve. Felix and Venetia have matching star tattoos that represent their family crest
Victoria Boydell says that in the initial cut of Oliver's opening monologue where it cuts off just as he was going to say whether or not he was in love with Felix, they answered the question. But they wanted to leave it open to give way to the later monologue.
-Read an interview with Paul Rhys who plays Duncan the head servant of SALTBURN and he talked of how he and Emerald Fennell had conflicting thoughts on Duncan's background. Rhys thought that perhaps Duncan was the son of the previous head servant, whereas Fennell says Duncan rode past SALTBURN at age 14 and knew that he wanted a bit of it.
With that (and borrowing a bit from his own impoverished background) he felt that Duncan also came from a rough hewn background and that he immediately spotted that Oliver was a baddie. Knowing this makes the scene where Duncan stands with an accusatory stare at Oliver while everyone is running around looking for Felix. He knows Oliver has a hand in this; or at the very least feels that his presence brought bad luck to the house. And Duncan, being Duncan, couldn't stand in that moment too long, especially in front of Oliver, he swept that lock of hair that had fallen back and went back to work.
-Some behind the scene pics that are new to me.
Proud of myself that from the very first viewing I knew these bathtub shots (filmed from the back) were of future!Oliver Ollie, sat in the bath thinking of Felix.
Yandad Barry Allen with a child who is also a superhero and end up getting really hurt? 🏃♀️
He would be so overcome with the terrifying thought of losing them. Even if the injury isn’t too bad or all that severe at all, Barry would be incredibly worried about them (as would Wally and Bart). He’d be fussing over them like a mother hen and tending to everything they needed, he’s not letting them lift a finger for anything even long after they’ve recovered and are all better. He may even bring up them stopping the hero stuff just so they won’t get hurt again. Or worse.
More times then not, Barry really tries to be there whenever his bby is going about their hero work. He just wants to be there in case anything goes awry but usually he lets them do their thing and he’s so proud the entire time, hooting and hollering as they bring the big baddies down. But if his darling had gotten hurt when he wasn’t there or he was too late to prevent it from happening he would blame himself to no end. It wouldn’t matter whether they were barely scratched or if they were on the brink of death, Barry would never let it go that he wasn’t fast enough to get to them in time.
If his darling went behind his back and was purposely doing their hero shenanigans without him there to oversee it and be their backup he would be upset. But them getting hurt in the process, especially if it was dire, would eat him alive. He again would blame himself for not keeping his bby on a tighter leash and keeping a closer watch over them but also he would become much more overbearing. He’d of course still tend to them and be there while they healed up and got better but depending on how affected he feels about the whole thing and the severity of their injury, Barry will either set some very strict ground rules from then on out about when and what all they’ll be allowed to do regarding their hero work or he’ll make them quit altogether. There’s no real in between.
the right baddie will have a man acting peculiar but the right baddie in the right fit? this little coverall number had tears in Rafes eyes, I just know it. It haunts him. Had Barry shown up outside the jailhouse in this, all would've been forgiven expeditiously.
There's a narrative that Wolverine represents the worst of what happened to comics in the 90s: the gore, the attitude, the needless nastiness, the whole miserable slide into "comics for grown-ups" that were fundamentally infantile. But there's a counter-argument, and it's this: this fucking rocks.
I mean, basically, the narrative isn't wrong, and as the 90s wore on a lot of very very bad stories would get written in this vein: but that doesn't mean that this story right here isn't a horror masterpiece on the level of, say, Alien or The Thing.
By the end of this issue everyone but our three protagonists - Logan isn't a protagonist in this story, he's just a sort of entity, but on the other hand I can't exactly call the other three our "heroes" - is dead, and the three hole up at the centre of the base, where they learn that Logan has been allowed out intentionally by the Professor's still-unseen master, evidently with the intent of covering up what was done here. It's legitimately terrifying.
While we're on the subject of just how radical this all was, I have to show you the very next page in this issue, after this story ends and it goes on to the next anthology story.
Look at this! This is basically unchanged since ths 40s. Bright colours, simple designs, obvious goodies and baddies. Imagine publishing "Weapon X" alongside this shit. Incredible.
A/N: The baddies in this fic are named after the bad guys in Birds of Prey. I was watching that movie again for the millionth time when I got the idea for this fic 😵
And in bigger news.... Since Barry has ended, I wanted to wrap up this hitman wife reader series as well! I started writing a final fic for some closure but it was getting long so I decided to split it into 2 different fics. This is the first fic. I'm still working on the second fic and aiming to post it next week!
Summary: When someone hits your and Barry's car, it's anything but an accident...
Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader
“Look at our little bean, babe! She’s growing so fast. She’ll be here before we know it!”
Barry is driving you home from a doctor’s appointment. You’re about 18 weeks pregnant and just found out that you’re having a little girl! You’ve been admiring the picture of the sonogram since you got in the car.
Barry glances over at the picture and smiles.
“I can’t wait,” he softly replies.
RING, RING, RING
You reach into your purse and grab your phone. You check the caller ID and shrug. It’s an old work contact. You already know why they’re calling. They’re trying to get you to do a hit. You promptly ignore the call and turn your focus back to the sonogram.
You quit your job shortly after you found out you were pregnant. You’ve been getting job offers for months now but you’ve turned them all down. You previously had a miscarriage while you were doing a hit and don’t want that to happen again.
Getting out was a little harder for your husband. Barry tried quitting but Fuches was able to wrangle him into a few more jobs before Barry finally told his handler that he was done for good.
Now that you and Barry are both out of that life, you have the chance to start over with your new family. And you’re already making strides toward that fresh start. You’ve recently bought a little place in the Hollywood Hills. You’re in the process of moving out of your apartment and into your new home.
“We should put this up on the fridge in the new house,” you suggest.
“I like that idea,” Barry nods.
You sift through all the paperwork the doctor gave you, until you notice a second copy of the sonogram. You raise your eyebrows. You quietly take the extra sonogram and put it in your coat pocket. Now you’ll always have a picture of your daughter with you. Your daughter. You can’t help smiling to yourself. It’s all happening! You and Barry are both living out your dreams and starting a family. You’re happier than ever.
All of a sudden, you feel extremely nauseous. Morning sickness strikes again! It’s been rough on you since the start of your pregnancy. You’ve had such a hard time, you asked your doctor about it during your appointment today. She gave you some tips to help combat the morning sickness. But those tips aren’t going to help you now…
“Barry, pull over! I’m going to be sick,” you urgently warn him.
Barry immediately turns onto a quiet side street, pulling over to the side of the road. He opens his door.
“Stay here!” you plead. You don’t want him to see this.
You jump out of the car and Barry stays put. You circle around to the back of the car, keel over and throw up in the street. Barry watches in the rearview mirror. He doesn’t know how to help you with the severe morning sickness. It makes him feel kinda useless.
When you’re done vomiting, you stand yourself up. You take a breath mint and walk back to the car. Barry gives you a concerned look as you get in the passenger’s seat. You grab a water bottle from the cupholder and take a sip.
“You okay?”
You nod.
“Morning sickness doesn’t just happen in the morning you know,” you tell him.
“I’m sorry you have to go through all of that,” Barry says.
“I’ll be alright,” you reassure him.
Barry sighs. He should get you home so you can rest. Barry’s about to pull out from his parking spot when, out of nowhere, a vehicle from the other side of the street races through a stop sign. Then the driver loses control, careening towards your car and-
CRASH
The speeding car slams into Barry’s car, hitting the front hood on the driver’s side. The sudden impact makes the car violently shake.
You and Barry look at each other. Neither of you appear to be hurt, just a little shocked.
“Are you okay?” you ask in unison.
You nod your head, trying to catch your breath. The collision happened so fast. The other driver is at fault. They ran the stop sign. But you have a feeling there’s something more there. The way that the car lost control seemed unnatural. It’s almost like they deliberately hit your car.
You and Barry get out of the car to confront the driver who hit you. You see a man jump out of the other car. The guy looks rough and has scars all over his face. Your jaw drops. Barry doesn’t know this man but you recognize him immediately.
“Shit!” you curse to yourself.
The driver who hit your car is named Victor. You met him through work. He’s the person whose call you just ignored…
“Hey Y/N,” Victor smugly waves to you, “You know why I’m here.”
Barry’s eyes widen.
“Who the fuck is this guy?” he asks you.
Victor is the top goon for a powerful crime boss named Roman, who you’ve done some occasional contract work for. Roman had reached out to you recently, asking you to meet with him about a job. The meeting was supposed to be today. You refused the invitation. You meant it when you said you wanted to be out of that life for good.
“Victor. He, uh, works for that Roman guy I told you about. The one who tried offering me a job… Roman always used to give me the jobs that were too big for Victor to handle,” you explain.
Victor sneers.
“Yeah, well he trusted me enough to handle this-”
Victor abruptly pulls a gun on you. You put your hands up in defense.
“Boss wants to see you. Get in the car,” the goon orders.
Barry adamantly shakes his head. He takes your hand and pulls you behind him.
“No! No way. That’s not happening,” he says in a low, serious tone.
Victor cocks his gun and points it at Barry.
“You’re not going to stop this. Do you really want to die trying?”
Your heart drops. No, no, no. You’d never be able to forgive yourself if Victor hurts Barry. You have to protect your husband. You let go of Barry’s hand and step around him. You’re now standing between the two men.
“Woah! Victor, chill out!” you try to calmly de-escalate the situation, and then, “I’ll go with you right now without a fight if you let my husband walk away.”
Barry crosses his arms against his chest.
“No fucking way,” he mutters under his breath.
Victor shrugs impatiently.
“That’s fine. Roman doesn’t want him. Just you,” the goon accepts your offer.
You nod, then turn to face Barry. He looks stressed. He does not want you to leave with this guy.
“No! Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” your husband quietly tells you.
“I need to go with him now or it’s going to be a lot worse later. Trust me! I’ll be okay. I’ll meet you at home,” you try.
“If you're going then I’m coming with you,” Barry insists.
Victor snickers, shaking his head.
“I don’t think so.”
The goon forcibly grabs your arm and drags you away from Barry. Your husband reflexively reaches for you, trying to pull you back towards him. You shake your head and let Victor lead you away.
“I’ll be okay. I promise,” you reassure Barry.
Victor shoves you against his car and stands uncomfortably close. He pulls out a zip tie from his back pocket. You roll your eyes.
“Oh c’mon, man! Is this really necessary?” you shrug.
“I know what you’re capable of,” Victor replies coolly.
He roughly binds your wrists together in front of you with the zip tie. You see Barry take a step towards you and Victor. You subtly shake your head, silently warning Barry not to make a move.
Barry takes a deep breath, trying to figure out what to do. He can’t just stand here and let that guy take you. Your husband still believes he can get you out of this. And then Barry remembers… he left one of his guns in his car after his last job a few weeks back. It’s tucked away in the glove compartment!
While Victor is distracted tying your hands, Barry quietly steps backward toward his car. He keeps an eye on you and Victor. Just as Barry reaches his car, he watches Victor finish tightening the zip tie binding your wrists together. Barry looks away from you for a moment and reaches into his car. He’s about to open the glove compartment when-
Victor pulls a syringe out of the inside pocket of his jacket. Your eyes widen. You weren’t even putting up a fight before but now you’re panicking.
“What the fuck is that?!” you shriek.
Barry is distracted by the sound of your screams. He turns his attention back toward you and sees you struggling in Victor’s grasp, trying to get away from him. Barry ditches his attempt to get the gun and impulsively jumps into action. He rushes towards you.
“No!” you cry out.
Victor jabs the syringe into your lower hip and you suddenly feel extremely dizzy. You stumble backwards and go limp in Victor’s arms.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?” Barry yells.
Victor holds you upright in a tight grasp. He puts his gun to your chin. Barry freezes in place.
“Relax! I just gave her a mild sedative to shut her up. She’s so fuckin’ mouthy and argumentative. She would’ve annoyed me the entire car ride and I don’t want to hear it,” Victor shrugs Barry off.
You let out a little giggle. He’s not wrong. You would’ve bugged the shit out of Victor just to get under his skin. You know how to press his buttons.
“Mhmm,” you weakly nod.
You’re super out of it and fading fast. Victor smirks at Barry. He’s enjoying this. Barry is fucking pissed.
“If I catch you following us, I’m gonna kill her,” Victor threatens Barry.
The goon opens the car door and forces you into the backseat.
“Barry…” you slur your husband’s name as Victor puts you in the car.
Barry’s face drops. He feels so powerless. He’s realizing that he can't stop this. Victor slams the door behind you and gets in the front seat before driving away.
Barry runs back to his car and finally has a chance to grab his gun from the glove compartment. He holds the gun in his hands and takes several labored breaths. He’s seething, feeling himself get angrier by the second. Barry can’t believe he let Victor take you away. It’s all his fault. He thinks he should’ve done more to protect you.
Barry still sees Victor’s car in the distance down the street. He puts the gun down on the passenger’s seat, next to the picture of the sonogram you had been admiring just minutes earlier. Even though he was told not to, Barry starts to follow…
Why do old people not dye their hair crazy colours? Mother Nature has already taken care of the bleaching process so the hard parts done, girlies could go crazy and yet they give nothing? Imagine seeing an 80 year old baddie with neon blue hair just cruising down the road in an electric scooter blasting Barry White tunes. I would stop in the street and actually curtsy to them if I saw this
So The Pied Piper of Central City didn't exactly have alternate versions - unless you specifically count the post here on tumblr where I initially kinda spitballed ideas based on the prompt before writing the fic.
That said, I did go into the fic with certain ideas that did wind up on the cutting room floor.
For one thing, I initially intended for the timeline to take place over a longer period of time. Instead the fic wound up covering about a week exactly. It would have given Barry and Hartley more time to get to know each other, Eobard more time to plan and be tricky, Hartley involving the rats a bit more than he did, and Hartley & the rats also going after someone else in the middle as sort of an 'officially picking up the title of Pied Piper' moment.
Which was all well and good ideas wise, but once I started writing I realized that putting the plot with EoWells on hold to have a separate heist in the middle was gonna drag down the plot momentum and my writing momentum. So I decided to reorder things a bit things flowed better. Tightened up my plot points with regards to Hartley dealing with EoWells because it makes sense that Hartley would be focused mainly on that issue after... well... getting murdered over it once already. And, also, Eobard only has patience when he absolutely has to. (I see him as kind of like Spike from BtVS where Eobard can make elaborate and well thought out plans and execute them, but will absolutely self-sabotage if he gets bored.)
This in turn consolidated my somewhat hazy plans for Barry and Hartley's dating, giving Hartley a nice weekend break with Barry and (poor Barry) making Barry have to admit to his boss (and Joe) that he spent the night with a cute guy on the first date. The rats thus did get less screen time than I was hoping for, but what they did get was still really cute and established them well as Hartley's family (teasing him, being concerned about him, and definitely enabling his desire to be sneaky-sneaky). And while no secondary heist happened, I moved the implication of there being one to the end of the fic as Hartley is settling into his new post STAR Labs and post ratsurrection life.
The second fic - when it happens - is going to open up with Hartley being mid heist. So Hartley will get to be sneaky-sneaky with his rat-fam taking on the kinds of baddies that Leverage likes to utilize. But he'll also be continuing to deal with EoWells refusing to be defeated. So some of the unused ideas that didn't get into the first fic will happen there.
It'll also have a slightly larger cast of characters, including Jerrie!!! And I'm thinking possibly Kamilla too.