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mischiefandspirits · 3 years

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Sequel to Odd One Out

Alternate title: Five times the batkids' teammates didn't realize they have powers and one time their family already knew?

At the request of etherealizt on AO3

One ~ Oracle

Barbara sighed as she sunk further into the water, blowing a few bubbles away from her nose.

She was having a night of rest and relaxation. She’d told the Birds she was taking the night off and had threatened all the other bats with eternal rickrolling if any of them interrupted. The soft music Dinah had recommended was playing from her phone’s speakers on the counter and the lights were dimmed. She was trying out the strawberry and grapefruit bubble bar Carrie had made and had finally opened the rosé Bruce had gifted her when she’d moved into the Clock Tower. An Alfred-made meal was warming in the oven, courtesy of Jason paying her back a favor. After her bath, she’d eat dinner then watch some of the movies on Dick’s Babs Needs to See This!!!! playlist before heading to bed early.

It was meant to be a nice quiet night.

Which meant that whoever had decided to call her not ten minutes after she had lowered herself into the water and gotten comfortable was going to have some very annoying problems with their technology for the next week.

She gave the phone a good long glare before laying her head back and closing her eyes.

“This better be good,” she growled once she’d connected to her cell and answered the call on speakerphone.

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry,” Mari said quickly. “It’s just… we went on this mission -- just a quick in and out thing, or it was supposed to be -- and we thought we wouldn’t need your help, but we kind of do and now it’s too late to back out.”

Barbara sighed. “I was taking a bath.”

About five thousand miles away, Vixen flinched and looked at her fellow Birds. She mouthed, She’s taking a bath.

Canary flinched as well while Katana and Huntress shared a look and Question shifted guiltily. All five women had stayed at the Clock Tower before so they knew how Oracle preferred to take showers because of how arduous it was for her to get into the bath, even with the bath lift.

The times she actually got to take a bath were to be treasured.

“Shoot, I mean, we’ll handle it.”

“I’d hope you wouldn’t have called me if you could handle it,” Oracle joked.

“No. I mean, yeah, we didn’t interrupt your night lightly, but we’ll figure something out. We don’t want to ruin your b-”

“It’s fine. I’m already logging into my system. What are we looking at?”

She’s already logging in? But that means... Vixen slumped back against the wall she’d been standing in front of as she realized Oracle must have started getting out before she’d even picked up the phone. They’d ruined her night the moment Vixen had pressed call. Well, no reason to waste even more of her night.

The mission went fast with Oracle’s help and the team was out in just under half an hour. They all gave their thanks and apologized again for interrupting her night, but she waved it away before signing off.

“I still feel bad about ruining her bath. Maybe we should get her something to make up for it,” Dinah said as they were on their way home.

“Maybe we didn’t. She got on pretty quickly. She might have just had a tablet near the bath,” Helena suggested.

Renee shook her head. “She had too many things going at once. She couldn’t have managed it all with just one device.”

Tatsu smirked and chuckled, “Even the great Oracle could not handle such limitations. We'll all chip in to show our thanks.”

Back in Gotham, Barbara sunk a little further into the water with a pleased moan.

While it was a headache to manage an entire mission remotely, it was worth it to remain wrapped in the warm water and fruity scents. Thankfully it was just a short one this time, but maybe next time she’ll ask Tim to cover her in case of another emergency.

She started the music on her phone again then reached out to dry off her hand so she could finally grab her wine and start her night of relaxation.

Two ~ Nightwing

Green Arrow frowned as he watched the goon in the interview room. He, Batman, Hawkwoman, Flash, and Cyborg had picked the guy up the day before while trying to locate an experimental power core that had been stolen from S.T.A.R. Labs. They’d tracked the core to a shipping yard, but lost it there. Most of the yard’s crew were clean, but the manager was clearly on the take and knew something.

The only problem was that he wouldn’t talk.

They’d tried intimidation, logic, bribery, and charisma, but nothing had worked. Since Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter were off-world and Zatanna was unreachable (something about alternate dimensions and a tiefling warlock’s pet eldritch book-dogs), that meant the lasso of truth, mind reading, and truth spells were out.

“There has to be some way we can get him to talk,” Vic said from where he was sitting on the floor next to Wally.

“I could get him to talk,” Shayera muttered, thumbing one of the spikes on her mace.

“No,” Bruce objected as he walked up.

“We’re running out of time.”

“I know, which is why I called for help.”

“Help?” Oliver asked.

“Me.”

Shayera and Oliver jumped and spun around to see Nightwing standing behind them, a wide impish grin on his face.

Fricking ninja bats!

“Oh heck yes!” Wally cheered before bending over in a coughing fit as he choked on the bite of sandwich that had been in his mouth, Vic patting his back.

Dick winked at his friends and looked through the two-way mirror. “Double-R filled me in. This is the guy giving you trouble?”

Bruce grunted.

“I think I’ll be able to take him,” Dick said, walking over to lean against his father. “I’m going to need to borrow Robin for a few days after this, though.”

Oliver swore he could see Bruce’s eyebrow raise beneath the cowl. “For a mission or fun?”

“I need someone small to help with an infiltration… and Jump Wildlife Park has a new Snakes of the Outback exhibit.”

Sighing, Bruce shook his head. “Robin’s benched for the next week, as I’m sure you know. He’s not getting out of it. You can take Catgirl if Catwoman doesn’t need her. I’ll allow a trip to the zoo, however.”

“I’ll take it.” Dick shot him finger guns as he backed towards the door. He then spun around on his heel, high-fived the now standing Wally and Vic, and skipped into the interrogation room. He dropped into the chair across the table from the goon, leaning it back so he could rest his feet on the table. “Hi, there, I’m Nightwing.”

The goon glared at him.

“No introductions then, alright. I’ll make this quick since I’m sure you want to get out of here and I’m currently in a game of hide-and-seek with some of the other bats and I’m not about to lose because B’s having an off day. You tell me what I want to know and I won't have to make you.”

The goon snorted. “Am I really supposed to be scared by that?”

Dick shrugged. “If I wanted to scare you I’d break your fingers. We can try that if you want.”

“The winged chick already offered and it didn’t scare me then either.” The man looked Nightwing over then gave a grin that Oliver was sure set off Batman’s dad mode, even if the man hadn’t responded in any visible way. “You’re welcome to try, though. At least you’re prettier than that bitch.”

Oliver grabbed Shayera’s shoulder when she stepped forward and Vic placed himself between her and the door without looking away from the mirror.

Dick hummed then dropped his legs. The chair fell back onto all fours and he followed the motion so he was leaning against the table, elbows on top with his hand clasped together to create a V that his chin rested on. “You think I’m pretty?”

Oliver blinked and focused his attention on Dick. His voice sounded… different. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was. It just sounded… nice.

Distantly, he was aware there was another voice talking as well.

What was it about Dick’s voice?

Suddenly Dick was standing up and patting the goon on the shoulder. “Thanks, you’ve been a big help.”

The goon nodded, blinking up at Dick in a daze.

Dick skipped back out of the room. “You got everything you need then?”

Did they? Crud, Oliver had zoned out of the entire interrogation. Bats was definitely going to tear him a new one.

Bruce grunted and Dick smiled. “You’re welcome. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get lost before Batgirl bribes my location out of Double-R.”

And with that, the younger Bat was booking it down the hall.

“I’m going to write up a report on the interrogation. Review the footage and meet up in conference hall F so we can plan our next move,” Bruce said before marching off.

There was a moment of silence then Shayera asked, “What the hell was that?”

Vic rolled his eyes and Wally nodded, “It’s always a little distracting, we know.”

“Speak for yourself,” Vic snorted, elbowing the speedster. “The Titans call it Wing’s Milk and Honey voice. He barely ever uses it, but when he does, he always manages to get the information we need out of whoever we’re interrogating. It’s freaky.”

“It’s awesome. Just wish he’d talk to me in that voice.”

Vic glared at Wally. “I did not need to hear that.”

The speedster snickered.

“Did any of you catch what the goon in there actually said?” Oliver asked reluctantly and was relieved when both Shayera and Wally shook their heads.

Vic made a so-so motion. “I know he said he was working for Luthor and the core got moved to a warehouse just outside Metropolis, but the rest kind of got lost. Dick’s…”

“Distracting?” Wally suggested and Vic elbowed him again.

“Just listen to the recording. It gets easier the more you hear it. Kind of,” Vic suggested.

“Standard Milk and Honey protocol,” Wally said with a nod. “Dick’s just too charismatic for his own good.”

Before anything else could be said, Dick’s affronted yelp came echoing down the hall.

“At least when it’s not one of his siblings.”

Three ~ Red Robin and Batgirl

The Young Justice team had just gotten back from a mission. Bart, Kon, Jaime, and Tim were all resting in the lounge. Artemis had retreated to her room while Cassie and Kara had had to head home. Stephanie had been hanging out with the boys, but had disappeared a few minutes in.

Kon was asleep on the couch with his head resting on Tim’s lap. Tim, meanwhile, was working on a report, his laptop on the couch’s arm so as not to disturb Kon. Jaime was sitting on the coffee table in front of them and playing a video game on the main screen. Bart was curled up in an armchair off to the side, working through his post-mission meal.

A cymbal-banging monkey toy sitting on the shelves behind Bart slid forward a little.

The speedster turned at the noise and blinked at the unfamiliar toy. He shrugged it off and turned back to his food.

The monkey slid a little closer.

Bart turned around and frowned at the toy. He stared at it for a moment then slowly turned back around.

A minute went by, then the toy slid noticeably closer.

Bart spun around, jumping out of his seat and pointing at the toy. “I knew it!”

Tim and Jaime both turned to him, but the Kryptonian-strength earplugs did their job and Kon didn’t wake.

“What are you yelling about?” Tim asked.

“The monkey, it’s moving!”

Both boys looked between the monkey and their friend.

“You’re crazy,” Jaime said, turning back to his game.

“It is!”

“Did you see it move?” Tim asked.

“Well, no, but it’s not in the same spot!”

“Your eyes are probably just playing tricks on you. Maybe your blood sugar’s low or something. You haven’t eaten much yet,” the vigilante suggested before going back to his report.

“Like you’re one to talk about not eating,” Bart muttered as he grabbed his chair and turned it to face the self. “It moved! I’ll prove it!”

Bart didn’t take his eyes off the monkey for the next five minutes, even as he continued to eat.

Then his shadow reached out and tapped him on the shoulder before quickly returning to its proper place on the back of the chair.

He looked up and scowled when he didn’t see anyone. He returned his focus to the shelf, only to find himself nose to nose with the monkey just as it started banging its cymbals.

Bart bolted from the room, screaming about calling someone to come deal with the possessed toy.

Jaime glanced up, then shook his head and resumed playing his game.

A few seconds later Stephanie walked in, her magic bracelet on her wrist, and high-fived Tim.

Four ~ Black Bat and Signal

“Hey, Halo. Don’t turn on the lights.”

Violet paused in the doorway of the pitch-black warehouse, hand on the light switch. “Signal?”

“BB and I are here too,” Lia called.

“Looker? Why are you three sitting around in the dark?” ey called as ey carefully tried to make eir way towards the group by sound and memory.

“Looker and Signal are playing poker. The lights are off so Signal can’t cheat with his vision,” Cass explained.

“And yet the kid’s still cheating,” Lia huffed.

“I am not!” Duke said in an offended voice.

“How are you guys reading the cards?” Violet asked as eir hands finally touched the card table ey hoped the three were using for eir game. “And who’s sitting where?”

A hand came from eir left and brushed against eir arm. “I’m here. BB is next to me and Sig’s across from her. There’s a free seat across from me if you want to sit with us until BL gets here. Also, we’re using cards with braille. I can see the pictures and Sig can read braille so we’re all good.”

“You can read braille?”

“Batman.”

“Yeah, okay, that makes sense.” Violet slipped around the table and reached around until eir hand found the chair. As ey sat down, ey asked, “Is Signal even old enough to play?”

“Does this look like a casino? Who cares? It’s not like I’m sneaking him alcohol or cigarettes or anything,” Lia scoffed.

“Nightwing let me try a sip of beer once. It was awful,” Duke said.

She snorted. “Big Bro probably gave you the shi-bad stuff to scare you off.”

“You know, I patrol Gotham. I’ve heard all the swears before.”

“I am not getting caught swearing in front of Batman’s baby, thanks.”

“Robin and Catgirl are both younger than me!”

“CG is the Cat’s baby and Rob’s an assassin lovechild. You are the Bat's baby.”

Suddenly the room flooded with light, earning hisses, groans, and curses from the quartet.

“Why are you four playing cards in the dark?” Jefferson asked and the four saw him walking up to the table once they’d blinked the stars out of their eyes.

Violet could also now see that Cass was leaning against Lia with one of her arms stretched over the table to hold hands with her brother. The two let go, however, at their leader’s approach and Cass sat up. All three were suited up like Violet, though Cass’s mask was sitting on the table.

“We were playing cards," Lia said. "The dark was supposed to keep the kid from cheating. It didn’t work.”

“Whatever you say,” Duke snorted, gathering up his winnings. He sorted through it, then gave half to Cass.

“Why does she get half?”

Duke shrugged and Cass smiled. “Family helps each other out.”

Lia looked confused while Violet nodded slowly.

Jefferson just sighed. “Right… Well, get this cleaned up then we can discuss tonight’s mission.”

Five ~ Robin and Catgirl

Jon smiled at Goliath as he stroked the dragon bat’s ear. “Who’s the bestest dragon bat? You are! Yes, you are!”

“Bestest is not a word, Kent. Don’t teach Goliath bad grammar,” Damian tutted from where he was brushing Alfred the Cat.

“Gee Damian! How come your dad lets you get so many cool pets?” Kathy asked from where she was laying on Bat-Cow’s back. “I mean, the cow, dog, and cat are normal, -”

“Normal for farm girls, at least,” Colin chirped from where he was scratching Titus’s belly.

“- but the dragon bat’s insane! And now you’ve got a tiger too! Is there anything your dad won’t let you have?”

“Tiger?” Jon, Colin, and Damian all asked and Kathy pointed off to the side where Maya was slowly approaching the Malayan tiger cub that was stretched out on a large pillow and watching the girl through half-lidded eyes.

“That’s Kelley,” Damian said blankly.

“Aw, you named her after your sister?” Jon said, grinning widely at his best friend.

His best friend scowled at him in return. “She is not my sister.”

“I mean, your dad married her mom. That kind of makes her your sister,” Colin shot back and the scowl was turned on him.

“Does she accept pets or am I about to get my arm ripped off?” Maya asked softly as she sidestepped a little closer to the tiger in a crouch.

“Why would you wait this long to ask?” Kathy huffed.

“Kelley couldn’t rip your arm off if she wanted to,” Damian scoffed and turned back to his brushing.

Like she could understand him, the tiger’s head whipped towards him and she bared her teeth. With a low growl, she shifted onto her feet. Alfred realized what was happening as the tiger started bounding towards the bird-themed vigilante and jumped off Damian’s lap just before he was crushed under a juvenile tiger.

“Get off me! Get off me right now or I will skin you and use your pelt as a rug!” Damian snarled.

Jon considered helping his friend, but the tiger wasn’t doing anything more than licking his hair now that she had him pinned. After a quick use of x-ray vision proved that Damian didn’t actually have any weapons on him for once, Jon decided to leave the older boy to his pet and focus back on Goliath.

“KELLEY!”

“You’re the bestest dragon bat in the world, aren’t you? Yes, you are! Yes, you are!”

Plus One ~ Jason

Bruce scowled as he typed away at the computer.

The mission was supposed to be an easy one. Just a quick in and out. But they had gotten just one wrong piece of misinformation and now most of Bruce’s children were lying in the Batcave boasting some form of injury.

Worst of all, Bruce hadn’t been there. He and Selina had been on a date night across the city at the insistence of all the children.

The father paused in his typing to glance around the cave.

Carrie was lying on her pillow in tiger form. Either Tim or Duke had managed to slip a cone around her neck since the last time he’d checked on the kids. Considering the lack of shouting, snarling, growling, or baby roars, Bruce was assuming she was humoring the cone for now. Normally he’d make the boys take it off since it impaired her vision too much for comfort in the cave, but she wouldn’t be running around for a few days and the cone would remind her not to lick at her stitches, something she occasionally forgot while in tiger form.

Speaking of the boys, Bruce could see the cocoon of shadows Tim had wrapped them in on one of the larger infirmary cots. The shadows were meant to help with Tim’s concussion while providing Duke with the darkness he needed to get to sleep. A flaw with Duke’s powers was that it was hard for him to get to sleep in anything but the darkest of rooms, especially after an adrenaline-heavy mission got his photosensitivity at its peak. Normally they’d send him up to rest in his room since Bruce had installed special black-out windows for just this occasion, but Alfred wanted him to remain hooked up to an EKG machine overnight due to an electrical shock he’d received during the mission.

Dick and Damian were on the training mats, though Bruce only knew the former because of the thin, whip-like tail poking out from the mass of feathers to wrap gently around Dick’s leg brace. Otherwise, his youngest was completely hidden within his eldest's wings, bundled up against Dick’s chest to keep the boy from attempting to “train” his recently relocated shoulder “back to form.”

Stephanie was nowhere to be seen, though Damian assured them she’d returned home with the group and the occasional nudging of Bruce’s mug towards the edge of the desk confirmed it. Her bracelet sat next to Bruce, the focusing stone in need of replacement. Thankfully he’d thought ahead and had extras on hand so he’d just need to bring the bracelet to a jeweler friend in the morning to have it set properly.

Cass was curled up in one chair at the meeting table with her legs resting on another as she nibbled at a sandwich with one hand and held an ice pack to her bruised ribs with the other. Her eyes had been closed and she’d looked half-asleep when he’d first looked, but as the sound of a motorcycle reached them through the tunnels, her head perked up.

Bruce turned as his second-eldest arrived. Jason parked the bike and climbed off before pulling his helmet off and looking around. He whistled.

“How’d your mission with the Outlaws go?” Bruce asked.

“Better than the mission these idiots went on, apparently.”

“We got some faulty information. You hurt?”

“Nah. Kory, Artemis, and Biz got to have all the fun this time. Roy and I played sniper. What’s -”

Jason cut off as a black form leaped onto his back. Cass quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him before he could toss her off. Nuzzling into his neck, she cooed, “Big brother!”

“Hey, do I look like a horse!” He huffed, tugging at her arms and legs. Suddenly there was a bird in his place, with a plump body and long legs and neck. He flapped his wings and shook, but Cass had anticipated the change and shifted her grip to compensate.

Bruce smiled at the two, knowing Jason was just putting on a show of being annoyed. It was obvious by the fact he didn’t simply change into pure flames so she’d have nothing to hold onto and the way the feathers around Cass’s chest were alight, the flames rising up to brush against where the ice pack had been resting before.

Phoenixes couldn’t actually heal as some stories stated, but their flames could promote healing and ward off infection. Most importantly, though, they could soothe pains. And despite all his huffing and puffing, Jason hated seeing the people he cared about in pain.

The young man gave one last gentle shake before hissing and stomping off to his and Dick’s nest. He lowered himself down and Cass rolled off his back. She moved around to his front and leaned against the edge of the nest while he draped his neck over her chest. As she began to carefully brush her fingers through the burning feathers on his neck, the feathers on his back lit up once more. From where he was, Bruce could just barely see the faint traces of Stephanie’s face in the flames.

At the same time, Carrie yawned and carefully climbed to her feet before shuffling over and into the nest. She nudged the cone into Jason’s side until he stretched out a wing for her to curl up under.

A moment later, the shadows rose on Jason’s other side and he draped his other wing over them with a click.

Smiling at his children’s antics, Bruce double-checked that Tim had left the shadows open for the EKG machine’s wires then went back to his report.

By the time he looked up again a half-hour later, the ball of near-black feathers had relocated to under Jason's fantail and phoenix flames were covering the whole nest in soothing warmth.

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Cookie to anyone who actually gets the book-dog reference at the beginning of Dick's part because I've been spending too much time on Youtube.

Funny story about Halo: I was looking up different characters that have been on the Outsiders team to put with Duke and Cass since I accidentally put Katana with the Birds before realizing she's the only other member of their team besides Black Lightning and didn't want her to show up in two parts (I've decided she runs with both teams in this universe). I decided on Looker because she seemed cool then was reading up on Halo. I remembered the character from clips of Young Justice animated and thought they were cool. I wasn't too surprised to see the original character didn't wear a hijab, but I was surprised that Wikipedia uses they/them pronouns for the part talking about YJA's Halo post becoming Halo. I thought the character was nonbinary until I checked the YJA wiki for something and saw it uses only she/her pronouns. I'm pretty sure that means Wikipedia's just being weird, but I decided to make Halo bigender anyways so she uses she/ey pronouns in this universe.

#batman #batfam #everyone has powers #except bruce

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borgqueengf · 4 years

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rank comba trek characters by how likely theyd be to know all the words to faith of the heart

1. shran

he memorises it. makes his crew sing it every morning while looking at a huge blown up pic of archer. makes talas sing it before they frick.

2. krem

he heard it at the beginning of the show and said hmmm better write this down!

3. weyoun 4

very important data collection

4. weyoun 5

he knows the lyrics cuz clone stuff and tried to sing the song once and got punched in the face by dukat because it was that bad

5. brunt

when night falls on ferenginar brunt can be seen disco dancing and lip synching faith of the heart.

6. weyoun 6

he asks odo what the lyrics mean and gets told to shut up

7. weyoun 8

he's busy. he’s up to nO Good

8. tiron

he’s a weirdo and doesnt recognise good music when he hears it

9. weyoun 7

he don’t care.

10. background character at vic’s

only music he is legally allowed to hear is sung by the hologram. can vic sing faith of the heart? no. it was written after the 60s.

11. penk

he’s all the way over in the delta quadrant how that bitch gonna hear alpha quadrant bops

12. racist cop kevin

he’s too busy being racist.

#asks #jeffrey combs #star trek #tagging this because it deserves to be seen i worked HARD

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what-a-messsss · 3 years

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2x3 rewatch

I keep forgetting that Brach is still in S2. Oops. Also, I apparently went to check something in S6 last time I watched something, so it started at 6x2 instead of 2x3 and I yelled. But anyway, on with this mess. “Death Came in Like Thunder” apparently. It sure did.

Ah yes, let us not forget that Branch is MANLEH. This shall be proven to us by him murdering his cousin, Trunk, with big ax. Chop chop, Branch, kill Trunk. But oh no, must also show that he is People Smart, so must also lose because this makes him likable. And many white people clap. Yaaaay. But be sure to say, “I let him win, Ferg,” while your competitor is right next to you, so he almost surely heard you. Good good.

Oh Ferg. Could you look more gormless if you tried? (I mean, probably not, since presumably that was the goal of the actor, so he would have been trying. But still.) Bb.

Heh, nice thematic cut to Walt also chopping wood. And YAY, Henry’s gorgeous truck (and gorgeous self). I’m just going to take a moment to appreciate the fact that Henry rolls up and just helps himself to some of Walt’s thermos of coffee. Because of course he does. But I do so love these touches that they put in that do underline the fact that they are married have been besties for going on 40 years. Also, I love this jacket of Henry’s. The woven top, jean jacket sort of one? Yeah, top 5 costume pieces of his for me. (Also on that list, all basically tied with each other, basically any pants he wears. I am reminded, when they cut back out to a full body shot. Because I am very shallow, and he is very pretty.)

Haaaaaa. And of course Cady talked to Henry before she talked to Walt. Walt is a butthead. And, yeah yeah, she just found out that he’d been lying to her for over a year, but that just proves my point that Walt is a butthead. And we’re back to this whole idea that she left her phone, which just... ugh. No. But Henry’s face when he says that she said that she is safe, and he’s so worried, but still willing to respect her boundaries.

“She is an adult, Walt.” “She’s my daughter.” For fuck’s sake, you jackass, your ADULT daughter; that’s the whole flipping point! Also, that little emphasis on my daughter, pfft. If you didn’t want to feel like she preferred her cool dad to you, maybe try being less of an AAAAAAASSHOLE. And, like, respecting her. Even a weensy little bit.

“Etta Place” I don’t remember if we find out why that’s the ‘assumed name’ that Cady chose, but I’m intrigued. Wait, I just googled. Looooool. She spent years with Butch and Sundance. Nice.

Walt is such a soft touch with teens. *snack crackle pop* that kneecap back into place. Vic starts this scene saying, “The 911 operator,” though, which is interesting, because I was kind of under the impression that Ruby was the main dispatcher, so it would be kind of heartening if she actually had back up with that. ...Or maybe they’re just far enough out that a cell call made would be picked up by a tower farther out and have to be routed back in to the station/them. I have no idea how that actually works. Another rabbit hole for me to totally not go down. Hopefully. Shit. They’ve apparently upped the fine for trespass since the show, though, because it’s $750 (or 6 months in jail) now and Walt says it’s $500.

And once again, we see Vic actually wearing gloves while investigating a suspicious death, and Walt just squinting into the distance helpfully. I suppose “things got bad” in Basque country around WWII, but there has been friction there that dates back before the Spanish Civil War, or even the Carlist Wars the previous century. It did get gnarly with the dictatorship of Franco, and the formation of the ETA in retaliation, though, so yeah. (Francisco Franco is also on the list of people who anybody with a time machine should go back and beat the shit out of.)

Shit, I forgot about the animal death.

Knock knock, no answer. Better just wander in without a warrant. I know that the guy who they know lives there is dead, but still, no fricking warrant; I suppose the worry of a poisoning could count as probably cause?

Gods, but there are moments when I do absolutely adore Vic, and they are usually when she’s taking the piss out of Walt. “Reclusive bachelor chic; you and Marco have the same decorator.” Looool. But also, sad, because Martha has only been gone for a little over a year, and Walt is not the kind of person who would, like, change stuff and get rid of her things, so that’s kind of odd. Maybe Henry and/or Cady went though and put away some of her things to try to help Walt move on? But damn, the ‘excuse you’ look on Walt’s face when she does say it, pffft.

AND AGAIN, Vic wearing gloves, Walt with his bare ass hands picking up the picture of Picasso’s Guernica; can you at least *pretend* you’re a cop, *some* of the time, buddy?

Lol at the barrabilak; they are pretty well by the Rocky Mountains, so it’s probably not all that surprising that Walt’s had some “Rocky Mountain oysters” before.

I had forgotten that Vic had four brothers. But her comment about Sal going off to look after the sheep and how if someone had told her that one of her brothers were dead she “wouldn’t care about any damn sheep,” I don’t know. It kind of annoys me. It’s totally in character for her, which is good, but I think it’s part of what can annoy me about her character. Different people grieve differently, but also, I know she’s only been in Wyoming for a year or two, tops, but how is it so hard to fathom that someone one would be concerned about their livelihood, even in the face of personal tragedy? Just, seeing beyond her own very narrow experience doesn’t seem like something she’s very good at. It would be one thing if she’d framed it as “this is suspicious, and here’s why I think so as a cop,” but it was, “I wouldn’t react that way personally, so it’s sus.”

Sure, be suspicious because there’s a suspicious death and family members are always suspects until ruled out, but approach it like a cop. Or at least think about it from more angles than just your own, not terribly similar experience. You’re a white city cop who can’t (or won’t) adjust to being in BF rural-ville, but these are immigrant shepherds whose family come from a homeland where the cops were just as likely to kill you as answer questions, and you’re side-eying a guy for going to make sure that their meal ticket doesn’t get obliterated?

I need to keep reminding myself that I really did want to like Vic. I really did. She just... they don’t make it easy for me. Maybe she’s serving as an avatar for audience who don’t know about some of the culture stuff, and the audience get answers from her ignorance? But honestly, I wish they’d picked a different way to handle that, if that’s what they were trying to do. Her response to Henry being salty about Thanksgiving still really pisses me off. Because it was shitty and racist, and... do we really need a character basically rolling their eyes and saying, “It was so long ago, why don’t you just get over it,” about something that is intrinsically tied to the genocide of so many people? Why are Indigenous people just supposed to “get over it” but “Remember the Alamo” and “Southern Pride,” and shit? Fuck’s sake. Honestly, that might have been the moment when they lost me on her character. She has moments where she’s awesome, but they never really address her being fucking racist or give her a chance to grow into a better person. Which sucks a lot. Fuck. Ok, that was a lot. Sorry. Back to the actual ep.

AH, nice of you to beam in from the campaign trail, Brancheroo!

Uh, so I paused it to look at pic in the newspaper, and then being me, started to look at the articles surrounding the pic. And the one with the headline “Fans Injured At Local Game” is actually about the Stewart case? From 1x3? I’m guessing that somebody went to the trouble of writing up an article for that for some S1 ep after it and they just plugged it in because when not paused, you might catch “Sheriff Longmire” there and that’s all they need. Especially since the text starts to repeat after the first paragraph. (I am the worst pedantic little shit.) Ooooor, maybe even though it’s S2, it’s hardly been any time since 1x3? The date on the newspaper is March 31, 2012, so there’s a timeline hint.

Awwwwww, once Walt points out the bird, Ferg knows exactly what it is. Occasional twitcher, are we, my lad? “A red-tip meadowlark,” indeed. Oh bb; Ferg’s face when he sees Walt looking at the pic of him with Branch in the paper.

“You go too fast, you miss the little things.” Every once in a while, he actually sort of mentors Ferg. I wish he did more of that, especially since we see later how capable Ferg can be.

Go suck an egg, Branch. Why does she get all the “good” assignments? Maybe because she was actually on the job when they found the body, not campaigning.

OPE. Lizzie’s gift. Yeah, I’d probably choke on that coffee if I were you, too, girl. Better hope that there wasn’t perishable food stuffs in that gift, because that has been in there for a whiiiiiile, hasn’t it. Wait, was Ferg in the office when Lizzie dropped off the gift? Because his face said more than just “Did somebody give Vic a present?” Suuuuper subtle with that whole pushing the drawer closed with your foot there, Vic. Pfffft.

“Cyrano Caballero” How daaaare that skeeve take Cyrano’s name in vain?!?! (I have a thing about Cyrano de Bergerac. It’s quite possibly my favourite play, and I adore the character, and have exactly 0 chill about it at all. I find Brian Hooker’s translation of “The Ballade of the duel at the Hotel Bourgogne Between de Bergerac and a Boeotian” with “Then, as I end the refrian, thrust home,” vastly superior to any other translation that I’ve heard or read, though for the rest of it, I will grant that there are others to be preferred. But that version of his Ballade is exquisite, and I will not be swayed. Holy shit, FOCUS. That is so very much not the point.) It’s not even a throw away line in this ep, it’s just a random, very well chosen, if utterly appallingly insulting, company name. It’s actually incredibly clever for what the business is, and if it didn’t make me so stomping mad, I would applaud whoever came up with it heartily.

Vic’s face listening to this jackass’ spiel is a thing of beauty. “A good woman goes a long way of easing the obvious stresses of your daily life,” the jackass says, cutting his eyes at Vic when he says “obvious stresses,” and I caaaackle.

What is it about this guys’ horrible glasses that just makes him so much more hate-able? I’m not entirely sure, but kudos to whatever costumer put those on him, because they are perfect. In the ‘I want to punch him’ way of perfection.

And after all of that about Walt’s “lady friend,” Vic brings Lizzie’s present. Womp womp. That went super well. Yuuuup, run while you can.

Poor Ferg. Branch manipulates him, Vic ignores him, Walt shuts him down... Poor guy just can’t get a break.

I actually kind of like this motel manager--the one who “doesn’t judge people” and is a stickler for warrants? At least somebody in this county cares about warrants. Also, those doors are actually really pretty. Nice colour, and the carved scrollwork designs are nice.

What an odd shot: the one when they’re coming out of Walt’s office after talking to Skeevy McGrossFace and Rosa. It’s a weird sort of shaky-cam stepping back, just preceding Branch walking, and then turns to follow him when he sit’s on his desk. But it’s a really different style of shot than I can remember, so much so that it’s a bit jarring, especially after the series of nearly stationary close ups that we just had. Weird. [18:42-18-50]

Cady! I haven’t made much note of her costuming before this, but it seems notable that’s she’s only in monocromatics. Especially next to Fales in muted tones, but still some colour, and surrounded by the colourful grafitti of the alley where her mother was stabbed. Nice way of setting her apart from everything.

SHEEPIES! Ooooo, that wagon is so cool. Ah dang, the way that Sal corrects Walt’s pronunciation of his brother’s name is so gloriously passive aggressive. Good for you, my dude. Names are important, and people should have the respect to make the effort to get them right.

Aaaaaand Walt, the definition of Do, Don’t Tell, just shoves the guy to keep him from drinking the possibly dangerous water, rather than, like, using his words. Walt’s gonna Walt.

Iiiiiiiii am a mess, truly. It cuts to an architectural model and I start giggling like a 6th grader, because I know it’s going to be a Jacob scene. He’s not even on screen yet, ffs. HANDS. I’m fine. Totally fine. (That’s totally a lie. I just rewound to the beginning of the scene because I kept giggling too much to pay attention. What the hell.) First time we’ve seen one of the chips, which at this point must be a marketing mock-up, since nothing is built yet. And he actually types, not just doing the hunt-and-peck thing that is sometimes easier on a tablet.

Looking at the weaving that is up on his wall (maybe a rug?) I’m hoping that the prop people actually did buy from Northern Cheyenne artisans. They apparently did most of their filming in New Mexico, so I hope they made the effort to get the patterns right, and buy from the actual tribe they’re supposed to be portraying, I guess? And now I’m distracted by the fact that the random hanging light behind Jacob is at a weird angle?

Look, ever since I realized that the “Hey,” that Jacob does is apparently just A (thanks to it also happening in That Damned Xmas Movie) I am endlessly amused (and charmed) whenever Jacob does it. I don’t know why it makes me so happy, but it does. (This is legitimately embarrassing. How much trouble I am having focusing. Beyond my normal focus issues, which, as shown above, are already impressive. Because thiiiiirst.)

“My boys at the lumber yard did just throw you a campaign rally.” I love how Jacob is basically apparently not just his secret angel-investor, but also a sneaky campaign manager. Did Branch just think shit like the rally just happened? He’s not fricking Ferris Bueller; somebody organizes those. And apparently it’s either Jacob himself, or someone who Jacob appointed to do so.

“I thought you were just a casino developer.” You have noooo clue, Brancheroo. “I prefer to remain a silent partner. White people get nervous when Indians start taking back their land.” Oooooope. Especially interesting because there are previsions for the Tribal Council to purchase land to be Tribal land (Section 6 of Article IX of the Tribal Constitution), but this seems more along the lines of personal acquisition. Though maybe not, because “on the board” doesn’t necessarily equate to being the owner.

The set up of Jacob’s office is so interesting. Functionally for the show, it’s probably for better shooting angles, so that we can see more of Jacob behind the desk while Branch is sitting in front of it, but from an in-the-verse decorating standpoint, bit’s fascinating. He has this focal wall with the gorgeous wall hanging, flanked by floor to ceiling window, but instead of having his desk centered on that wall and directly facing the bulk of the room, it’s at an almost 45 degree angle on a huge rug, and it’s so unexpected. I kind of love it, and want to analyze it for days. Also worth noting is that pride of place is given to the Hotamétaneo’o headdress which is on a stand centered in front of the wall hanging.

How fucking tired must Jacob be. He’s used to Walt... Walting, but then Branch comes in, who he is literally spending his own money to support in his bid for sheriff, and he pulls the same shit of assuming that he’s behind Bad Shit. And then Branch frames it as “bad P.R,” so he’s there to “discuss it with [him] privately.” And then basically threatens him with Walt. I swear. ...there is something a little amusing about Walt being used as the stick in the carrot and a stick method of negotiating. He certainly is enough of a blunt object most of the time.

Oh fuck you so much, Branch. Playing the “can’t give you details about an ongoing investigation” card as though you have some professional or moral leg to stand on after basically blackmailing Jacob with Walt’s vendetta is just such shit. You don’t get to look down your nose at Jacob’s quid pro quo pragmatism when you were the one who came to him for financial backing. You sanctimonious little shitheel. If you didn’t want to deal with Jacob, you shouldn’t have taken his $100k. He’s a business man, and you’re an investment, and not a quixotic one.

“He’s probably the only person to have died from [hemlock] since Socrates.” And then Walt’s incredulous look and her, “Alright, I googled it,” were subtle comedic gold.

Ooooooo, that was a nice little shot. Not quite foreshadowing, but showing Branch’s suspicions and sort of inviting the audience to share them. Walt says his bit about the Army poisoning “Indian wells” to kill them off and get their land, and then we see Branch fiddling with the Four Arrows chip and narrow his eyes considering and slip the chip into his pocket, looking suspicious. It’s a really neat little moment of visual storytelling, no lines, literally three seconds long, just sort of snuck in there, but super effective. Really nicely done.

And again, Cady is in monochromatics. And, shit, just gave Fales Henry’s name. Aaaaaand right after, she realizes that the junkie was killed and realizes that it had to have been one of her dads (or so she thinks).

Sal’s monologue in the cell is a good emotional payoff that plays off of Vic’s comments towards the beginning of the episode. I see the narrative worth of her making them, and how the structure of the episode benefits from it; but seeing those writing elements from the outside of the show doesn’t make me able to like her as a character who said them in-universe. And then the threat Sal makes of vengeance on someone who killed one he loves also underscores the stuff with Cady’s investigation into her mother’s death very well. As much as I gripe about the writing *cough S6 cough finale cough* there really is some damn good writing in this show, and I don’t show enough appreciation for it.

Huh, and now there’s a sort of inverse of that weird shot preceding Branch from earlier, but this one is much more effective and less off-putting. This one [33:00] precedes Walt as he walks back into his office, still a medium close up, but it’s much steadier, and the way it is framed, it does quite a bit to convey his mindset, and he walks out of the shot and we see the three deputies following him in like baffled ducklings, making the shot serve another purpose, too. Which honestly makes that earlier shaky follow shot of Branch even weirder, because this one was so much better.

And then Walt has his creepy little speech about how someone would want to watch the light go out of their eyes and not caring if you get caught. I do appreciate that when he’s talking about the psychology of killing with poison he doesn’t just call it a “woman’s method” which media so often does. It might have been the writers keeping who the killer was abstruse, but it was still more gender neutral. Especially since according to The U. S. Department of Justice's report on Homicide Trends in the United States (1980 to 2008) of all poison killers in that time period, 60.5 percent were male and 39.5 percent female. (Table 5 on page 10.) So that long held idea that even Sherlock Holmes was written to have that poison is “of course” a woman’s weapon is pretty crap.

Awwww, the good old days when Walt paid attention to animals. ...I am still bizarrely salty about the fact that he never named his horse. What a good pupper!

And then we have a classic example of Sneaky!Walt, which always takes people quite by surprise, because he’s usually as subtle as Miley Cyrus.

Also because when he does this, it tends to be pretty fucked up, in a Make Someone Think They’re About To Die way. And then he does His Thing, where he just lays out all of his suppositions, with no proof, only the terror of her thinking that she’s been poisoned and you’re withholding medical intervention to get her to confess. And is, irritatingly, correct about his theories. But I’m pretty sure this qualifies as coercing a confession? She thinks she’s fucking dying. Even Vic looks at him like it’s fucked up, and her moral compass where he’s concerned is... skewed.

They way this reveal was played out, (”How’d they find her so fast?” “Hard to say...”) is somewhat ambiguous as to whether it’s supposed to be that Branch went there to tell Jacob or not, but I kind of doubt it? I kind of figure that the meeting that Jacob was having when Branch rambled in was already with Rosa signing the paperwork. Jacob is smart. So, HAH. Little good your “can’t comment on an ongoing investigation” schtick did.

And then the news that someone in law enforcement has been asking after Henry.

“Lizzie was waiting for you here tonight. You should talk to her, Walt. She seems to think she is in a relationship with you.” ....omgs. The tone. I mean, yes, the blisteringly glorious SASS, but how does one not read that as incredibly shippy? Howwwww?

“You are an honest man, Walt. I would like you to stay that way.” Oh Henry. When did you decide that you weren’t? Was it when you hired Hector? Or was there something before? ...I feel like there were things before that. Hello darkness my old friend.

“It is not your job to protect me.” “It is my job...” THOSE WERE THE DAYS. Those were the fucking daaaaaays. And the emotions on Henry’s face after Walt says, “That was my right,” as though Henry cheated him of something. I am so deep in OT3 feels I cannot even see daylight here. The feels of them having been an OT3 and then Walt pulling this shit, and Henry having to defend his own “right” to avenge Martha? It wrecks me. “A good woman was murdered. A bad man is dead. End of story.”

#Longmire #Walt Longmire #Cady Longmire #Henry Standing Bear #Branch is such a tool #Jacob Nighthorse #The Ferg #Victoria Moretti #Episode commentary #How many tangents did I manage to go on this time?#so many #Martha Longmire #I ramble about shots and framing and narrative too.#It took me so long to do this.#I am such a mess.

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whatamess · 3 years

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A little rant. As a treat.

@cady-nighthorse @callforhelp

OH BOY OH BOY if we're talking about Walt's shitty racism, how about shoehorning Vic into the Running Eagle Challange when not only did she not want to but it literally Is Not For White People.

I will fucking DIE mad about that.

I wish the writers had just had Henry say NO.

She has other ways to deal with her trauma available to her without THAT, especially when she was not prepared for it, didn’t want to be there, and didn't engage AT ALL with any of the cultural or spiritual elements of it!!! WHY. It was a fricking insult. I hated every single part of her being involved, including what it does to Henry’s character that he doesn’t tell Walt no. It’s one thing for Henry to have (presumably) brought Walt to that first sweat, possibly as a guest, but Vic has been shitty and racist to Henry himself.

Whyyyyyyy would he bend rules to put someone who is bitter and racist even when she’s not doing really badly at dealing with trauma around lots of other emotionally vulnerable people who are doing something physically and emotionally demanding. Yes, she should be able to have help and support dealing with her issues, but not at the expense of other people whose space that is! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

SHE WASN’T INVITED. She didn’t even ask for herself to be there. SHE SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN INVOLVED. Walt should never have asked, but we know he’s incredibly entitled, racist, and emotionally manipulative. In this case, emotionally manipulative of both Vic and Henry. And even when Walt asks, they should have let Henry tell him fucking NO. It find it incredibly, mind-bendingly difficult to credit the fact that he would put Walt’s “but I wanna” over the well being of women who are healing. FUCK that.

I think I honestly hate that more than what they did in 6x2.

#Ok so the rant is just a treat for me.#Because I'm still fucking pissed.#FOREVER pissed.#I'm not sure I even want to tag the show or any of the characters.

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m00nlitknight · 4 years

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Hello. I really like your previous works. Can I make request, please? Reader's been in relationship with whole gang for a couple of months. Everything was ok but Henry got jealous and started to ruin her relationship with rest of the gang distancing her from them.

ofc!! ✨ i don’t know if im really happy where i left off with this, so if you’re interested i could potentially make a part two? i’m pretty happy with some parts of it ngl, but that might be my 4am brain talking lol;;

warnings: usages of slurs / degrading terms ( light, but still present ). mentions of frick fracking. possessive behavior. none else to really talk about. pairing: poly!bowers gang x reader / henry bowers x reader extra ( edit ): feel free to look through my masterlist for other bower’s gang/reader works, and have a fantastic day!

vindictive.

The relationship with the infamous Bowers’ Gang began in what you could only describe as a fictional scenario. You’d always been known as one of the kindest individuals in your classes, a large soul and absolutely heart-warming and dazzling smile. The reputation, though humbling on the darkest of evenings, felt strenuous to keep up. It was suffocating, sometimes, when you wanted nothing more than to fade in the scenery, or to say no to a request from someone. Being the school doormat gave you an easy pass to adoration, but a hard road to doing whatever anyone wanted.

That’s what confused you about the sudden interest of the gang. Sure, you had been paired up once or twice with them for class projects, shouldered the entirety of the workload; but everytime they hardly batted an eye your way. Except for Vic, but he always seemed to be a bit more socially adept then the other three. So it was only fitting that the initial interest came from him, one day after your shared class he approached you, and asked if you’d ever want to hang out.

Obviously, you said yes, and reaped the immediate consequences. Practically the next day after his query, people began to look at and treat you differently. No longer was there an affectionate warmth in their gaze, reserved exclusively for you, instead replaced with a brief flash of fear before morphing into a bout of confusion for how to tread the situation. You didn’t mind it, or at least on the surface you didn’t. The validation found in your peers suddenly being ripped from your grasp was a bit whiplash inducing, not that you could really do anything about it.

The initial hangout, which you look back at fondly as your first actual date, was a casually dressed affair. He took you to get milkshakes, which you indulged in the city’s center and poked fun at the Paul Bunyan statue, then took you to go thrift shopping. It was that day you’d found your new favorite sweater, called ‘hideous’ on many occasions by the likes of your mother and peers, and a cute denim skirt.

It didn’t take long for Henry himself to nearly shoehorn himself into your relationship with Vic, apparently prompting Belch to ambush the two of you on your second date. The Trans-Am’s engine was unbearably loud, coming up behind the two of you holding hands as Henry hollered something you couldn’t quite make out.

Five months down the line, and half-way through Junior year, a heartfelt outpour from the entire gang; and suddenly you’d become the apple of all of their eyes, so to speak. Most of the time, your interactions were soft with all the boys, cuddled up with them all -- your personal favorite being Belch, he knew just the position for you to be putty in your hands; Patrick on the other hand did everything in his power to make you squirm while in his grasp. He’d simply cackle at your protests of his wandering hands, then proceed to mock the tone of your voice.

Though, from the sidelines, you were mostly able to ignore the fiery glares thrown by Henry. No matter how much attention you gave him, how many times you’d let him leave unsolicited hickies on your neck in plain sight to be hidden from your mother, or held him after a rough night.

He’d never said thank you or praised you for anything, which left you devoid of where you stood with him. If he hated you, would you even be around the other three? Wouldn’t he have been completely blunt and outright with it? The creeping worry manifesting itself in your gut grew with time, and with time you began to give him more of your attention to try and sedate it.

Inside the labyrinth of his mind, Henry’s opinion of you began as negative -- the ambushing of your and Vic’s date was a stunt to try and drive you away from the gang in entirety. But you just came the fuck back. Loyalty was written all over your features, as was inexperience. With time, the faint flame of interest that licked the recesses of his mind fanned themselves into a stronger blaze, and suddenly the shared attention you had been giving the gang was like gasoline.

He played himself off as distant, instead replying to the work you put in with brief hand holds or an arm thrown around your shoulders to show possessiveness around school. Being calculating obviously wasn’t his thing, nor was being patient.

He took your first kiss, and one of his first, one night while alone with you, the second month into the relationship. Pussyfooting around the more carnal aspects of a relationship wasn’t something he typically found himself doing, but he knew that Vic or Belch would have his head if he rushed things too fast. In the end, though, it drove him to wanting more.

Physical affection was kept behind closed doors, and he couldn’t be sure that your intimacy was only reserved for him, considering you never sported any other markings or called out the name of any of the other members while you were with him. It inflated his ego to astronomical levels, and it killed him that he couldn’t flaunt it in his friend’s faces.

Regardless, he wanted you to himself and himself alone.

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“Good morning!” your voice cut through the mid-morning drowsiness of the boys sitting in the parked Trans-Am on the curb in front of your home with steely sharpness, but a welcome smile finds its way onto Belch’s face.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he says from the driver’s seat. “Hop in.”

“Can do!” your morning pep leads to a foot on the tire and hauling yourself into the car by means of the roof, and plopping directly in Patrick’s lap - eliciting a hearty grunt and smirk from the boy.

“You’re awfully full of life this morning, feels shameful to waste this energy on something so innocent as breakfast,” he all but purrs as he tugs you further into his grasp while the car lurches forward and en route to the typical Saturday-morning hangout spot.

“Ew, Pat,” Vic cringes over to his friend and you, true malicious intent absent. “It’s fucking brunch time, let ‘em wake up first, will you?”

His question is answered by a cheeky nip to your neck, causing you to squeal.

In the front seat, Henry broods silently. On the radio plays one of Belch’s cassettes which goes unlistened, and a favorite of his; ...And Justice for All by Metallica. The playful tone of your voice and Patrick’s advancements manage to leave a sour taste in his mouth, even though he made the extra effort to brush his teeth this morning.

The meal goes relatively uneventful, though your wandering eyes, half-lidded and vixen-esque, irritate him further. Vic has an arm around your waist, and Belch holding an unoccupied hand under the table. If he’d thought any better, Patrick was all but devouring you from across the table. It was an affection-filled scene, which made the poor diner waitress visibly uncomfortable.

After breakfast, Belch drops both you and Henry off at your home, currently unoccupied by your mother who has work. “Bye, we’ll be seeing you guys later!”

“Henry, be nice to ‘em, will ya?” Belch booms from the window, around Patrick climbing into the front seat like an animal.

His request is met with a smirk from Henry, who pulls you into a passionate but short kiss in front of the trio. “As nice as I can be.”

It leaves you immediately flustered and giggling as you’re pulled into your own home and leaving the other three in a vague state of confusion. The engine faded away in the distance as you moved toward your house, a mess of giggles, flushed cheeks, and a downcasted gaze. Henry’s smirk is short-lived as his expression shifts back to neutrality. He watches you walk through the door and shift to the side to take off your shoes, opting to keep his own on. The brief and blissful silence is broken by his voice, laced with the undeniable edge of his ire. “Who’s your favorite?”

The question hangs in the air, souring the atmosphere directly as it leaves his mouth. You freeze at the words, mid finangling your shoe off as you turn to look at him with a confused, and slightly hurt, expression. “Huh?”

“Don’t play fuckin’ stupid. Who’s your favorite?” He takes a step towards you, which you subconsciously shrink back from.

“I-I don’t have one?”

“God, maybe y’are fuckin’ stupid. There’s four of us and y’mean t’tell me not ‘a one of us sticks out more than the others?”

A blush spreads across your features, an involuntary testament to your unease and outright lie. Your eyes dart to look anywhere but him as your body betrays you, petrified in intimidation. “You,” murmur with a gentle voice and laced with a lack of thinking.

He leans down to your mouth, quickly overtaking your personal space and invading your nostrils with his scent -- cheap body spray and masculinity. It’s nearly intoxicating. “What was that?”

“You,” an utterance with little more force, the action of taking a lungful of air simply too strenuous.

“Mind tellin’ me why I feel the least love then?”

You almost want to deflate at it, even if the hands wrapping around your shoulder feel like nothing short of a tender moment. All the time you’d spent with him, all that you’d given to him, and he still felt overshadowed?

“I…”

“Or, is it jus’ that you’re an attention-seeking slut?” The words cut deeper then he’s capable of understanding, and the sick smile curling onto his lips and the whispered tone feel vastly different then what he’s actually saying.

You’re rendered speechless as he takes you closer to the couch, dragging you into a straddling position on him. “Show me what I was missin’ at brunchfast then, huh?”

Wide-eyed and bashful you stare. What are you even supposed to do? He leans into you, peppering your throat with kisses while his hands wander up and down your sides. Instinctively, your hands move to run through his hair and he nearly purrs at the contact and looks up at you with an intense, baby-blue gaze.

“Who’s your favorite?”

“You,” sighed out as he starts sucking on your neck and rubbing at your hips.

“Say it,” a rough voice reverbs through him from his chest, and he relishes in the affection of your gentle hands. You’re his. His.

“You’re my favorite, Henry,” your voice tightens when he starts to suck on your collarbone.

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He’d managed to cut your afterglow short in the early evening, badgering you to call Belch and tell him not to drive you to school for the next week. You did it, albeit with a bit of confusion, and feeling vague sadness when Belch’s tone took a nose-dive into disappointment when the subject of the call was revealed. For the next week, you couldn’t look any of the gang in the eye, instead taking to marinate in your own shame and blatantly avoid them.

#henry bowers x reader #it 2017 #it 2017 fanfiction #reader insert #henry bowers imagine #henry bowers #bowers gang x reader #bowers gang imagine #poly bowers gang #belch huggins x reader #vic criss x reader #patrick hockstetter x reader #writing.txt #i hope this is ok! thank u for the req :')#Anonymous

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tinygirlyjuggernaut · 3 years

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Watching the Snyder Cut. Beware, because this is very long

Why the fuck is Supes’s death scream making the Boxes wake up and why did the scream wave across the whole damn world??? Even into the ocean????????

Oop. Now I we cut to dude and horse in cold place.. bitch why aren’t u riding the horse. ?

Damn that was really just Bats looking for that town he meets Aquaman at. There’s a lot more money here than last time.— Oh really, no joke, no funny time- just a depressing sounding song???? Do not snif his shirt

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Looks like we’re at Martha now. Nope now it’s Bats again. And now we’re with Lois and song a feel like I heard in Shrek.

Diana intro. This one has more stairs and more murder! Damn it’s all drab and washed out and the little theme that plays -other than the good normal one- is horrible and too, “mystical”?

God I don’t like the vocalization singing thing at all. This was not that type of movie.

1) Did the Amazon’s always have such boob shaped armor & 2) I enjoyed those hammer ladies’ arms & 3) so many dead horses and bifurcated ladies.

—WOO-uohoh uhuohoho Uh-OHhh-HoHOhO

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Steppemwolf, I know he looked like a twink version of his Snyder self but I honestly think his original appearance/voice was better than the giant clunkyass dude with armor made of a Bayformers skin.

I do not like the expository dumps or the swap of the gothamPD scene for star labs.

That entire solo bit with Diana was extremely unnecessary. I hope they don’t do the flashback of the everyone vs darkseid/steppenwolf.

What’s with the bizarreass music choices???

No. No. Nononono. Aquamans mentor dude doesn’t look good with his hair down or in that clunkyass armor! Gross!

When was Darseid from another universe?? Whoops looks like we got Artemis sideboob. And Diana is doing an even worser xposition flashback.

But also darkseid looks bad and it was ARIES that put Darkseid on his ass??!!!!!?

Part 3, when was the part 1 & 2?????? Oh goodness Barry is just a little much and the music is Horrible. Very bad.

The slow motion was cool.

That’s so stupid!!!! A metal bug that can show your memories??? What the fuck??

Okay whoever made this movie really doesn’t know the show-don’t-tell or imply and don’t fricking spoon-feed me all of the information!?

From the paintings alone I could tell that earth fought Darsied before. From my experience of other versions of the character, I could understand how Victor got turned into cyborg and all his family relationship issues. I do not need to see his entire backstory or of him learning his powers.

Ok this bit with Barry is sad and nice.

The bit about the whole group is also too expositiony for me, and Lois & Martha’s talk is even more depressing and drab than they original, god.

Part 5???!! — Why do Amazonians hate Atlantians?

Ok, I’ll admit I do like the extra interactions between characters and I love Jeremy Irons and Jason Momoa, but there’s just so much extra shit in here that’s making it hard to keep watching (it’s 4 hours????!!!!!!).

Like, I have never wanted to see the in between steps of deciding to revive/resurrect Supes and the actual execution of the plan.

Good lord why do we need so many cuts to the other characters??? I mean I guess Lois and Martha are fine, but I don’t need or particularly want anything much on Vic and Silas/the Atlantians/the Amazonians, it’s is really ruining the flow of the movie for me.

Please god, even if I don’t believe in u, please do me a favor and do not ever let the live action JL turn out like any of the animated JL’s. PS- Thank you for taking away the cg face. 🙏

This whole bit of the team trying to make Supes remember is still unenjoyable. Idk why but I just hate how strong and overpowered he is to the others, even if he’s the tiny twink bitch of most other Supermen.

Steppenwolf was almost certainly naked when he popped out of the boomtube. (Ps I hate the boom tubes in this universe).

Oh damn Silas said ctrl-alt-delete.

Guys I’ve never understood, what I’m the everfluffing fuck are Darkseids motives or even his damn personality??? Why do 100,000 worlds need to be like Apokolyps or whatever, why did steppenwolf need to turn 50,000 more, how is it carved into the very surface of earth, why does Darkseid want to control the freewill of the multiverse??

Ok ya know what, I’m giving up right here, I mean I’ll try to finish the movie but I will not react anymore to it.

#jl #JL #justice league #Justice League #Superman #Batman #Aquaman #Wonder Woman #the flash #cyborg #Alfred pennywort #Bruce Wayne #Arthur curry #Barry Allen #Diana prince #victor stone #Clark Kent #I’m sorry whoever made the new music but I hate it #all of the color from the first movie has been ripped away #steppenwolf really looks like a Chad version of himself and why does he strip to meet Darkseid??#Lois lane #Martha Kent #everything important was intercut with other useless scenes #I’m hoping so badly this doesn’t end up like any of the JL Dark movies #I really do like Arthur & Diana talking and Vic/Barry being friendly but- -#who the fuck was desaad?) He was very useless #I’m at the final battle bit to stop the unity and I gotta say #n u can really see where the effort went #and oh my god what the hell is Diana’s new theme???

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Favourite films watched in 2019

I arranged them into broad categories – other than that they’re in no particular order.

Indie

Skate Kitchen (Crystal Moselle, 2018) 6 Balloons (Marja-Lewis Ryan, 2018) The Party’s Just Beginning (Karen Gillan, 2018) Thirteen (Catherine Hardwicke, 2003) Baise-moi (Virginie Despentes and Coralie Trinh Thi, 2000) Vazante (Daniela Thomas, 2017) Erasing Eden (Beth Dewey, 2016) The Seen and the Unseen (Sekala Niskala, Kamila Andini, 2017) Knock Down Ginger (Cleo Samoles-Little, 2016) The Garden (Sommerhaüser, Sonja Maria Kröner, 2017) Marlina the Murderer in Four Acts (Marlina Si Pembunuh dalam Empat Babak, Mouly Surya, 2017) Fish Tank (Andrea Arnold, 2009) Soldiers. Story From Ferentari (Soldații. Poveste din Ferentari, Ivana Mladenović, 2017)

Comedy

Dick (Andrew Fleming, 1999) The Breaker Upperers (Madeleine Sami and Jackie Van Beek, 2018) It Stains the Sands Red (Colin Minihan, 2016) Satanic Panic (Chelsea Stardust, 2019)

Classics

Wanda (Barbara Loden, 1970) House of Wax (Andre DeToth, 1953) Eve's Bayou (Kasi Lemmons, 1997) Germany Pale Mother (Deutschland bleiche Mutter, Helma Sanders-Brahms, 1980)

Horror

April and the Devil (Jake Hammond, 2018) Blackwood (Andrew Montague, 2019) The Crescent (Seth A Smith, 2017) Us (Jordan Peele, 2019) American Mary (Jen and Sylvia Soska, 2012) Midsommar (Ari Aster, 2019) Black Christmas (Bob Clark, 1974) The Devil's Passenger (Dave Bundtzen, 2018)

Science fiction

Born in Flames (Lizzie Borden, 1983) Evolution (Lucile Hadžihalilović, 2015) In Full Bloom (Maegan Houang, 2019)

Action

Destroyer (Karyn Kusama, 2018) Under the Silver Lake (David Robert Mitchell, 2018) Snatch (Guy Ritchie, 2000) Holiday (Isabella Eklöf, 2018)

Documentary

Our Daily Bread (Unser täglich Brot, Nikolaus Geyrhalter, 2005) Abducted in Plain Sight (Skye Borgman, 2017) Jane Fonda in Five Acts (Susan Lacy, 2018) Stories We Tell (Sarah Polley, 2012) The Decline of Western Civilization series (Penelope Spheeris, 1981, 1988 and 1998)

Full list of 273 films watched in 2018 under the cut!

January

Like Father (Lauren Miller Rogen, 2018)

Upgrade (Leigh Whannell, 2018)

Skate Kitchen (Crystal Moselle, 2018)

Never Been Kissed (Raja Gosnell, 1999)

Anomalisa (Charlie Kaufman and Duke Johnson, 2015)

Dick (Andrew Fleming, 1999)

The Black Balloon (Elissa Down, 2008)

Under the Silver Lake (David Robert Mitchell, 2018)

6 Balloons (Marja-Lewis Ryan, 2018)

Rosy (Jess Bond, 2018)

The Party’s Just Beginning (Karen Gillan, 2018)

The Rider (Chloé Zhao, 2017)

Snowpiercer (Bong Joon-ho, 2013)

Touch of Evil (Orson Welles, 1958)

Thirteen (Catherine Hardwicke, 2003)

Sadie (Megan Griffiths, 2018)

The Miseducation of Cameron Post (Desiree Akhavan, 2018)

Frida (Julie Taymor, 2002)

Fyre: The Greatest Pary That Never Happened (Chris Smith, 2019)

Time Share (Tiempo Compartido, Sebastián Hofmann, 2018)

The Stranger (Orson Welles, 1946)

Abducted in Plain Sight (Skye Borgman, 2017)

King of Thieves (James Marsh, 2018)

Malevolent (Olaf de Fleur, 2018)

Serena (Susanne Bier, 2014)

Baise-moi (Virginie Despentes and Coralie Trinh Thi, 2000)

And Breathe Normally (Andið Eðlilega, Ísold Uggadóttir, 2018)

Catwalk: Tales from the Cat Show Circuit (Aaron Hancox and Michael McNamara, 2018)

Santoalla (Andrew Becker and Daniel Mehrer, 2016)

Jane Fonda in Five Acts (Susan Lacy, 2018)

Mademoiselle Paradis (Licht, Barbara Albert, 2017)

The B-Side: Elsa Dorfman’s Portrait Photography (Errol Morris, 2016)

February

Matangi/Maya/M.I.A (Steve Loveridge, 2018)

Pride & Prejudice (Joe Wright, 2005)T

The Brain Hack (Joseph White, 2014)

Vazante (Daniela Thomas, 2017)

Tanglewood (Jordan Prosser, 2016)

Outfall (Suzi Ewing, 2018)

Pigskin (Jake Hammond, 2015)

The Funspot (Jake Hammond, 2015)

April and the Devil (Jake Hammond, 2018)

Smithereens (Susan Seidelman, 1982)

Can You Ever Forgive Me? (Marielle Heller, 2018)

Bus Stop (Joshua Logan, 1956)

Pink Plastic Flamingos (Colin West, 2017)

The Breaker Upperers (Madeleine Sami and Jackie Van Beek, 2018)

Amanda Knox (Rod Blackhurst and Brian McGinn, 2016)

Holy Hell (Will Allen, 2016)

Shoplifters (Manbiki Kazoku, Hirokazu Kore-eda, 2018)

Skin (Jordana Spiro, 2015)

A Night at the Garden (Marshall Curry, 2017)

Give Up the Ghost (Nathan Sam Long, 2018)

Last One Screaming (Matt Devino, 2017)

The Katy Universe (Patrick Muhlberger, 2018)

Roma (Alfonso Cuarón, 2018)

Did You Hear About the Morgans? (Marc Lawrence, 2009)

End Game (Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman, 2018)

Behind the Curve (Daniel J. Clark, 2018)

Our Daily Bread (Unser täglich Brot, Nikolaus Geyrhalter, 2005)

92MARS (Ricardo Bernardini, 2018)

Construct (Kevin Margo, 2018)

Invaders (Daniel Prince, 2018)

March

Three Identical Strangers (Tim Wardle, 2018)

Dirty John: The Dirty Truth (Sara Mast, 2019)

Blackwood (Andrew Montague, 2019)

One (Luke Bradford, 2019)

God's Kingdom (Guy Soulsby, 2018)

Holiday (Isabella Eklöf, 2018)

Frigid (Joe Kicak, 2016)

Girl of the Sky (Ariel Martin, 2017)

Monitor (Matt Black and Ryan Polly, 2018)

Donoma (Evan Spencer Brace, 2018)

Perfect Blue (パーフェクトブル, Pāfekuto Burū, Satoshi Kon, 1997)

The Sermon (Dean Puckett, 2018)

Layer Cake (Matthew Vaughn, 2004)

Easy A (Will Gluck, 2010)

Generation Wealth (Lauren Greenfield, 2018)

The Rachel Divide (Laura Brownson, 2018)

The Place Beyond the Pines (Derek Cianfrance, 2012)

Burden (Timothy Marrinan and Richard Dewey, 2016)

What Will People Say (Hva vil folk si, Iram Haq, 2017)

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (Steven Spielberg, 1977)

Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son About His Father (Kurt Kuenne, 2008)

Animal (Fabrice Le Nézet and Jules Janaud, 2017)

Capturing the Friedmans (Andrew Karecki, 2003)

The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara (Errol Morris, 2003)

April

Erasing Eden (Beth Dewey, 2016)

Destroyer (Karyn Kusama, 2018)

Unicorn Store (Brie Larson, 2019)

May the Devil Take You (Sebelum iblis menjemput, Timo Tjahjanto, 2018)

People in Cars (Daniel Lundh, 2017)

Presentation (Danielle Kampf, 2017)

Ink (Jamin Winans, 2009)

Hedgehog (Lindsey Copeland, 2016)

Koyaanisqatsi (Godfrey Reggio, 1982)

Wanda (Barbara Loden, 1970)

The Silence (John R. Leonetti, 2019)

24 Davids (Céline Baril, 2017)

The Frame (Jamin Winans, 2014)

The Talented Mr. Ripley (Anthony Minghella, 1999)

Baraka (Ron Fricke, 1992)

Wayne’s World (Penelope Spheeris, 1992)

Stories We Tell (Sarah Polley, 2012)

Born in Flames (Lizzie Borden, 1983)

Jesse’s Girl (M. Keegan Uhl, 2018)

I Walked With a Zombie (Jacques Tourneur, 1943)

Mary Goes Round (Molly McGlynn, 2017)

The Green Fog (Guy Maddin, Evan Johnson, and Galen Johnson, 2017)

Psycho (Alfred Hitchcock, 1960)

Someone Great (Jennifer Kaytin Robinson, 2019)

May

Ekaj (Cati Gonzalez, 2015)

Capernaum (Nadine Labaki, 2018)

Porcupine Lake (Ingrid Veninger, 2017)

The Decline of Western Civilization (Penelope Spheeris, 1981)

The Decline of Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years (Penelope Spheeris, 1988)

The Decline of Western Civilization III (Penelope Spheeris, 1998)

Revolver (Guy Ritchie, 2005)

Pokémon: Detective Pikachu (Rob Letterman, 2019)

RocknRolla (Guy Ritchie, 2008)

Snatch (Guy Ritchie, 2000)

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (Guy Ritchie, 1998)

The Seen and the Unseen (Sekala Niskala, Kamila Andini, 2017)

Nkosi Coiffure (Frederike Migom, 2015)

Speak Your Truth (Kris Erickson, 2018)

Incendies (Denis Villeneuve, 2010)

A.I. Rising (Lazar Bodrosa, 2018)

The Crescent (Seth A Smith, 2017)

Ring (リング, Ringu, Hideo Nakata, 1998)

Absences (Carole Laganière, 2013)

The Uninvited (Lewis Allen, 1944)

In Color (José Andrés Cardona, 2019)

Winners (Dan Bulla, 2018)

Jess (Daniel Hurwitz, 2018)

My First Time (Asaf Livni, 2018)

Murmur (Aurora Fearnley, 2018)

Pulsar (Aurora Fearnley, 2017)

Struck (Aurora Fearnley, 2017)

Samira (Lainey Richardson, 2018)

Despite Everything (A pesar de todo, Gabriela Tagliavini, 2019)

It Stains the Sands Red (Colin Minihan, 2016)

Satain Said Dance (Szatan kazał tańczyć, Katarzyna Rosłaniec, 2016)

Knock Down Ginger (Cleo Samoles-Little, 2016)

Gold (Cleo Samoles-Little, 2015)

Jane's Life (Cleo Samoles-Little, 2012)

4/4 (Kyle Sawyer, 2016)

Sugar Land (Lorenzo Lanzillotti, 2018)

The Idea of North (Albert Choi, 2018)

A Quiet Place (John Krasinski, 2018)

Dark Water (仄暗い水の底から, Honogurai Mizu no soko kara, Hideo Nakata, 2002)

Sound of My Voice (Zal Batmanglij, 2011)

Us (Jordan Peele, 2019)

The Perfection (Richard Shepard, 2018)

House of Wax (Andre DeToth, 1953)

June

We Have Always Lived in the Castle (Stacie Passon, 2018)

Always Be My Maybe (Nahnatchka Khan, 2019)

Gente que viene y bah (Patricia Font, 2019)

Period. End of Sentence. (Rayka Zehtabchi, 2018)

American Mary (Jen and Sylvia Soska, 2012)

The Boss (Ben Falcone, 2016)

Extremis (Dan Krauss, 2016)

E il cibo va (Food on the Go, Mercedes Cordova, 2017)

Last Night (Massy Tadjedin, 2010)

Murder Mystery (Kyle Newacheck, 2019)

Bead Game (Ishu Patel, 1977)

The Ceiling (Katto, Teppo Airaksinen, 2017)

Elisa & Marcela (Elisa y Marcela, Isabel Coixet, 2019)

Marlina the Murderer in Four Acts (Marlina Si Pembunuh dalam Empat Babak, Mouly Surya, 2017)

The Garden (Sommerhaüser, Sonja Maria Kröner, 2017)

Fast Color (Julia Hart, 2018)

The Tale of Iya (Iya Monogatari: Oku no Hito, Tetsuichiro Tsuta, 2013)

Chico and Rita (Chico y Rita, Tono Errando, Fernando Trueba and Javier

Mariscal, 2010)

Rafiki (Wanuri Kahiu, 2018)

Floating! (Das Floß!, Julia C. Kaiser, 2015)

The Quiet American (Phillip Noyce, 2002)

July

Keepers of the Magic (Vic Sarin, 2016)

Evolution (Lucile Hadžihalilović, 2015)

Mr. Holmes (Bill Condon, 2015)

The Long Dumb Road (Hannah Fidell, 2018)

Toni Erdmann (Maren Ade, 2016)

Life Overtakes Me (John Haptas and Kristine Samuelson, 2019)

The Milk System (Andreas Pilcher, 2017)

A Streetcar Named Desire (Elia Kazan, 1951)

The Texture of Falling (Maria Allred, 2019)

Family (Laura Steinel, 2018)

Sudden Fear (David Miller, 1952)

Identity Thief (Seth Gordon, 2013)

August

Point Break (Kathryn Bigelow, 1991)

In Full Bloom (Maegan Houang, 2019)

Blue Steel (Kathryn Bigelow, 1990)

The Eagles are a Country Music Band (Cody Wagner, 2018)

The Fifth Element (Luc Besson, 1997)

Hobbs & Shaw (David Leitch, 2019)

Coco (Lee Unkrich, 2017)

Bubba Ho-Tep (Don Coscarelli, 2002)

John Wick (Chad Stahelski, 2014)

Eve's Bayou (Kasi Lemmons, 1997)

I Don’t Protest, I Just Dance In My Shadow (Jessica Ashman, 2017)

My Cousin Rachel (Henry Koster, 1952)

Lifeline (Harry Jackson, 2018)

FOMI (Fear of Missing In) (Norbert Fodor, 2019)

Body at Brighton Rock (Roxanne Benjamin, 2019)

Koreatown (Grant Hyun, 2018)

A Report of Connected Events (Mischa Rozema, 2018)

Sundays (Mischa Rozema, 2015)

A King's Betrayal (David Bornstein, 2014)

Perception (Ilana Rein, 2018)

Germany Pale Mother (Deutschland bleiche Mutter, Helma Sanders-Brahms, 1980)

Men in Black International (F. Gary Gray, 2019)

Captive State (Rupert Wyatt, 2019)

Little Forest (리틀 포레스트, Liteul Poleseuteu, Yim Soon-rye, 2018)

September

What Keeps You Alive (Colin Minihan, 2018)

Grave Encounters (The Vicious Brothers, 2011)

Terrified (Aterrados, Demián Rugna, 2017)

Blade Runner (Ridley Scott, 1982)

Helen (Sandra Nettelbeck, 2009)

Colossal (Nacho Vigalondo, 2016)

Out of Blue (Carol Morley, 2018)

Taxi (تاکسی‎, Jafar Panahi, 2015)

Dear Ex (誰先愛上他的, Mag Hsu and Hsu Chih-yen, 2018)

Marguerite (Marianne Farley, 2019)

Birders (Otilia Portillo Padua, 2019)

Midsommar (Ari Aster, 2019)

Mansfield Park (Patricia Rozema, 1999)

Long Term Delivery (Jake Honig, 2018)

Game (Joy Webster, 2017)

Fish Tank (Andrea Arnold, 2009)

Foxfire (Annette Haywood-Carter, 1996)

October

Zombieland (Ruben Fleischer, 2009)

Under the Shadow ( زیر سایه, Babak Anvari, 2015)

Ghostbusters (Ivan Reitman, 1984)

Scream (Wes Craven, 1996)

Ghostbusters (Paul Feig, 2016)

Jaws (Steven Spielberg, 1975)

Rabid (David Cronenberg, 1977)

Rabid (The Soska Sisters, 2019)

In the Shadow of the Moon (Jim Mickle, 2019)

Benny Loves Killing (Ben Woodiwiss, 2018)

The Golem (Yoav & Doron Paz, 2018)

Eli (Ciarán Foy, 2019)

The Adversary (L’Adversaire, Nicole Garcia, 2002)

Satanic Panic (Chelsea Stardust, 2019)

The Devil and Father Amorth (William Friedkin, 2017)

Wounds (Babak Anvari, 2019)

Silent Hill (Christophe Gans, 2006)

Sleeping Beauty (Julia Leigh, 2011)

Black Christmas (Bob Clark, 1974)

The Shift (Francesco Calabrese, 2014)

The Baby (Kamran Chahkar, Lei Jim, 2012)

Intrusion (Jack Michel, 2013)

The Devil's Passenger (Dave Bundtzen, 2018)

Halloween (John Carpenter, 1978)

November

A Hijacking (Kapringen, Tobias Lindholm, 2012)

The Kitchen (Andrea Berloff, 2019)

The Hole in the Ground (Lee Cronin, 2019)

Assassination Nation (Sam Levinson, 2018)

Amy (Asif Kapadia, 2015)

Tell Me Who I Am (Ed Perkins, 2019)

Possessed (Curtis Bernhardt, 1947)

Terminally Happy (Adina Istrate, 2015)

The Glass Key (Stuart Heisler, 1942)

LuTo (Katina Medina Mora, 2015)

The Night of the Hunter (Charles Laughton, 1955)

Bikram: Yogi, Guru, Predator (Eva Orner, 2019)

December

Soldiers. Story From Ferentari (Soldații. Poveste din Ferentari, Ivana Mladenović, 2017)

John and Michael (John et Michael, Shira Avni, 2004)

High Tension (Haute Tension, Alexandre Aja, 2003)

Little Joe (Jessica Hausner, 2019)

The Matrix (The Wachowskis, 1999)

Finders Keepers (Bryan Carberry and Clay Tweel, 2015)

To Catch a Thief (Alfred Hitchcock, 1955)

My Buddha is Punk (Andreas Hartmann, 2016)

Little Miss Sumo (Matt Kay, 2018)

#films #watched in 2019 #2019 in review

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Protective!Losers Club x Original Female Character

Chapter 2 - What Time Is It? SUMMER TIME!

Today was the last day of school, and Brandi was on her way to the high school to meet up with Bill, Stan, Eddie and Richie, as they told her to do since the day Georgie 'died'.

She stopped at the farm to catch her breath and saw a boy around the same age as her friends. He had a gun in his hand, pointed towards a sheep, it looked as if he didn’t want to kill that sheep. But the man who was telling him to, Brandi thought he was his granddad, took the gun from the boy and killed the sheep himself. Which made Brandi flinch.

Brandi looked on in fear, and Mike looked at the girl and thought to himself ‘great, I’ve just scared a little girl’.

“I’m sorry you have to work here…” Brandi said softly, smiling a little.

“I’m Brandi, Brandi Foster.” She introduced herself, holding out a hand for the boy to shake.

“Hey, I’m Mike. Mike Hanlon. Shouldn’t you be at school?” He introduced himself before asking that question, shaking her hand.

“I just got out, summer vacation.” She stated, smiling, glad to finally be out of school for three months. Which made Mike nod, understanding what she said. The girl looked down at her wrist and saw that the time was 2:30, as she saw the time her eyes widened, “Oh my goodness, I better go, nice meeting you Mike!” The girl called as she ran off and headed towards the high school.

As the bell rang, signalling the end of the day, Richie, Bill and Eddie walked down the halls, talking about what they thought would happen at Stan’s Bar Mitzvah.

“So there’s like this church full of Jews, and Stan has to take this super Jewy test.” Eddie explains to Bill.

“But how does it work?” Bill asked not really understanding.

“They slice the tip of his dick off.” Eddie said, putting his hands up in a ‘surrender’ motion.

“But then Stan will have nothing left!” Richie laughed, which made the smaller boy nod in agreement.

Stan looked down the hall as he came out of the classroom, and caught up to the group.

“Wait up you guys!” He called.

“Hey, Stan, what happens at the Bar Mitzvah anyways? Eddie says that they slice the tip of your d-d-dick off.” Bill asked, wanting to get confirmation.

“Yeah, and I think the rabbi’s gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say ‘Where’s the beef?’.” Richie said, laughing at his own joke that wasn’t even that funny.

“At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, and then I make a speech and suddenly I become a man.” Stan explained what actually happens at a Bar Mitzvah.

“I can think of funner ways to become a man.” Richie stated not using correct grammar.

“More fun you mean.” Stan corrected.

“W-w-we have t-to w-wait for Brandi at the front of the school..sh-she’s probably be-being push-pushed around by s-some of the older k-kids by now..” Bill stumbled upon his words.

As they passed by the Bowers gang, Patrick smirked, licking his lips creepily, Henry glared at the group, and Vic and Belch smirked at them.

“Think they’ll sign my yearbook?” Richie asked the group sarcastically, “Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot steamy dump in your backpack last month, have a great summer.”

As they left the front of the school, Brandi was there waiting for them and hugged all four of her friends.

The older boys dumped their books and everything in their bags out into trash cans and Stan said, “Best. Feeling. Ever.” To which Richie said, “Try tickling your pickle for the first time.” “What does that mean?” Brandi asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You’re too young to know, little bird.” Stan smiled at the girl, ruffling her hair.

“Hey, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?” Eddie asked, and Richie replied with, “Start my training.” “What training?” Brandi asked.

“Street fighting, midget.” Richie smiled.

“Is that seriously how you wanna spend your summer, inside an arcade?” Eddie asked him, but instantly regretted it knowing what the answer would be.

“Beats spending it inside your mother. Oh.” Richie laughed, and put his hand up for Stan to high five him but Stan put his hand down and Brandi scrunched up her nose in disgust.

“What if we go to the quarry tomorrow?” Stan suggested, which Bill quickly shut down by saying.

“Guys, we have to go to the Ba-Ba-Barrens.”

“Can we get ice cream after?” Brandi said with puppy dog eyes, which the boys can’t deny was really adorable and they can’t say no to her when she does that because then they’ll feel bad.

“Yeah, we can go for ice cream after.” Richie smiled down at the little girl

Brandi pointed out that Betty Ripsom’s mom was standing by the police.

“Does she really expect to see her coming out of school?” Stan asked no one in particular.

“Dunno, as if Betty Ripsom’s been hiding in Home Ec. for the last few weeks.” Eddie answered anyway.

“You think they’ll actually find her?” Stan asked the group.

“Yeah, in a ditch, decomposed, covered in worms and maggots, smelling like Eddie’s mom’s underwear.” Richie laughed at the end, and the young girl with them scrunched up her nose in disgust.

“Shut up! That’s fricking disgusting.” Eddie said, trying to refrain himself from swearing because of the fact that Brandi was with them.

“She isn’t dead. She’s m-m-mi-missing.” Bill said, hugging the young girl to him, because he knew she saw Georgie go missing that day of the storm, as he saw her tear up.

“Sorry Bill, she’s missing.” Richie apologised quickly.

As the group were walking away from the trash cans, Richie said after putting his glasses right, “Y’know the Barrens aren’t that bad. Who doesn’t love splashing around in shitty water?”

Henry Bowers pulled the top of his backpack and practically pushed him into Stan and as the two fell, Stan’s kippah fell off his head.

Patrick picked up the kippah and said, “Nice frisbee flamer.”

As Stan said “Give it back” and reached for it, Patrick threw it into a passing school bus window, saying “Fuckin’ losers.” As Henry pushed passed Bill, the smaller boy said, “You s-s-s-s-s-suck Bowers!” “Shut up Bill!” Richie scolded as Stan pulled Brandi into him protectively.

“You s-s-s-s-say somethin B-B-B-B-Billy?” Henry ‘stuttered’ mocking Bill, and continued saying, “You got a free ride this year because of your little brother, ride’s over Denbrough. This summer’s gonna be a hurt train, for you, your faggot friends, and the little shit-stain behind the Jew.”

Brandi flinched at the ‘nickname’ Henry had given her since she started hanging around more with Bill, Richie, Eddie and Stan.

Brandi hugged Richie’s waist, the boy pulling the younger girl closer to him, as he said, “Wish he’d go missing..” “He’s probably the one doing it.” Eddie glared at the group of bullies as they pulled away in Belch’s car.

The group of boys went towards where they put their bikes and Brandi got on Bill’s as she always did, her backpack still on her back.

“Can we play with my toys when we get back, Billy?” Brandi asked the older boy, who nodded in response.

A/N I already have an idea for the ending. Let's just say Georgie isn't dead.

#bill denbrough #stan uris #eddie kaspbrack #richie tozier #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss #pennywise #original female character

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