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Janaina Medeiros

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Humbled Instantly
Ok, so I got back into writing Inside job fanfic the last week or so.evening continuing a fic from last year that people were happy to see return surprisingly. I come to tumblr to gain some inspiration from the fandom to see people going crazy about this one writer and after reading the fic....I got humbled so bad.
Iām still gonna continue writing obviously but seeing that fic itās definitely making me want to push for more descriptions in my stories, more window dressing next to the dialogue. Add more flavor from point A to point B. Canāt wait to see what they do next in their story Paper Rings, and continue trying to improve my own story as wellĀ
Hiya! Harl Harl, could you tell us about your daily routine with Floyd? who wakes up who? Who is the chef? Morning sex? family dinner w Zoe? And ... Are you planing have another baby?š
Thanksš
Oh Sweetie heya! Its been a minute since I thought about it, with Shot passing a but ago and the city in shambles its been crazy!
I'll just go down this list though, who woke up who? Oh Floyd woke me up once I moved in, Im sure that man just sensed when the sun came up!
The chef, uh. Well. Lets just say unless it was a mission, or self defense, im not allowed near fire usually. Crockpots are my main wheelhouse, so Floyd would be the one making breakfast, and I would be making his coffee and my nightshade coco or tea. While he was amazing at everything to cook Food in the kitchen, that man lived off of military coffee, I...I just had to put a stop to that.
Morning sex though?? Hm. Actually that was pretty rare. We were usually hustling to get Zoe ready for school, and then doing the morning routine of checking the apartment for bugs, or tripping of any small traps from the night before. Afternoon delights though were more often then not on the menu
Family dinners were always an event, a bit awkward the first week or so due to me not knowing how to connect with Zoe at first. Afterwards though it was pretty rowdy because I would just be telling jokes and poking fun at Floyd to make her laugh. Every Friday I would be making a dessert with her for the weekend, and trust me, Shot ended up dreading the aftermath of the kitchen.
The last question..well. Floyd brought it up before he passed? We never went to much into it because we had Zoe, or we were still getting off the team before. But once we were off the team it just seemed like everything was set. I wasn't much for having another child myself due to Harleen, or Duela for that matter.
Hi Harley! Can you tell us what (physically) you like the most about Floyd? because damn that body does go to the gymš¤
Well heya! And well, when we started fooling around I would definetly say his hands actually. As we actually started dating though I would say his eyes, Shot could hide normal stress signs everywhere on him except his eyes. So again, I Still enjoyed his hands on mannnnny occasions, nothing quite beats seeing his eyes crinkle when I get him to actually laugh.
Curious?
Hiya guys! Just sending you all my love while Iām running about to give you guys a little choice. If you all are still curious about me, Floyd, and Zoe, send me a question about what you wanna know! I will bring up another memory. Sound fair?
Trying to bring the ones i've talked about back to the forfront. Harleys been busy, but Asks are open again for Harleys memories, or even Quinnshot requests
What was it like seeing Deadshot's apartment for the first time?
That man blindsided me into seeing his place first off. We were on a mission for Devil when he asked me out to his place instead of mine, casual as can be while shooting some of the flavor of the week. āI, Huh? Shot you wanna repeat that Sweetheart?ā His apartment was only known by Devils group, it was his only escape. He had told me multiple times before that no matter what that was the place he actually did feel normal. I always thought about it as his snow globe, the perfect world no one can smash into. Now he was asking me and my hammer to join the party? Shot just chuckled over the comās when I smashed another head into the wall with probably more force then necessary.
āI said, we are having movie night at my place. I even got that disgusting spiced caramel you put on your popcorn.ā For how short we had been seeing each other, it really was unfair how easy he could bribe me into things. So I just huffed before flipping back into the fray āHey, Itās delicious, and fine you gonna pick me up?ā The resounding headshot of the man who had been running at me was my only answer, but had me grinning all the same.
After the mission Floyd gave me a time to be ready, to clean up the blood since he didnāt want to clean it up out of his floors tonight. I wouldnāt admit to him that I was about to jump outta my skin while I waited for him. I even put on my blonde wig since I would probably scare the shit outta Zoe. That was another thing, just going to his place? That was a big step for us, meeting Zoe? My mind was in overdrive. She was ten, /ten/, I didnāt even know how I would introduce myself! āHi Im Harley Quinn, the psycho ex jester who is dating your dear ol dad. Yep. Iām Done.ā I tugged on my hoodie sleeves right when Shot knocked on the door and looked a bit confused at my wig before walking right over and taking it off gently and placing on my empty coffee table with care.
āDoll, Zoe is out with friends tonight. Youāre not gonna be wearing that wig into my house, this isnāt a undercover op.ā He pulled me up with little effort while my heart calmed down about fifty notches. āReally? I thought you mighta had your place booby trapped just for lil ol me Shot. I was just being cautious.ā Kissing him on the cheekĀ when he rolled his eyes and heading out to his car. I could do this. Still a big step. But seeing his place only? Manageable.
When we finally got to his apartment he paused before opening the front door, looking at me for a moment in a calculatingly calm manner I was only used to right before we went out into a mission. āI cleaned up, but still itās a bit messy..āHis voice trailed off looking a bit more like he didnāt think I would be happy about this. So I just laughed and opened the now unlocked door with a flourish. āFloyd, Sweetheart, myĀ place is covered in my laundry. Honestly I would have taken āZoe tossed her toys around and I didnāt feel like picking them up.ā ā He smiled at that before following me, wrapping an arm around my waist while he walked me into the living room.
I almost died on the spot seeing the place. It was a /home/. I expected something almost out of a movie, with everything in its place, and possibly knowing Shot tiles for all the floors. It wasnāt though, I could smell the warming caramel in the kitchen out of sight, the floors were a dark walnut, and the couches ? A absolute mess of comfort. They were covered in blankets, pillows,and was that a stuffed animal? Zoe left her homework on the rounded, second hand coffee table and Shot didnāt say anything as I settled into the couch and looked it over.
āIāll just get the popcorn Doll. Pick the movie ok?ā I could tell by just his voice he was amused by my reactions, but as I melted into the nest of warmth that was the couch and looked at the careful cursive swirls, I couldnāt care less. I didnāt even look up when Floyd came back in with the popcorn and asked about the movie, I only pointed vaguely at an action movie while I ran my fingers over the work with fascination. I could tell Floyd wrote in the margins, little hints and tips to solve a problem using snipes analogies. When the movie started I relaxed even further as Shot slipped his arm around me, and I finally set down his daughters work before asking.
āHow in the hell is your ten year old doing college level Physics?ā
The resounding laughter at my question held me in place. Where I was brought into Floydās snow globe, where I felt at home with just a flick of a switch. Wrapped up in Floydās arms, covered in blankets and finding stuffed animals throughout our movie night, I donāt think I wanted the night to end.
what does floyd think of your sparkly shorts
Oh those? He said they messed with his ātrigger fingerā. Whenever Captain Boomerang made a joke about them, for some odd reason the area next to him had a nice bullet hole soon after. Lets just say Floyd wasnāt subtle when we were friends with benefits, but hey it was absolutely hilarious once we started āGoing steadyā as Shot put it. I tried to only wear my normal shorts after that, just to keep Boomerang from getting shot in the dick. The rest of the flavor of the week that made comments? Didnāt really stand very long.
Markings
Harley writes rules on her hand, or her arm, or sometimes even note cards she hides inside her hammer to remember small things. āDonāt plant nightshade in the garden.ā āNo practicing knife tossing while Zoe is in the houseā , āDonāt stir up Floyd with compliments about Batsy, the makeup sex is not worth the pouting filled rage he wishes to unleash.ā. All needed. Though a lot of the time its things she writes on her inside wrist that are more important. āGet macadamias for Zoe, the angel loves them.ā toĀ āYour name was Harleen Quinzelā orĀ āI was born in fall, I think.ā to the always calming āDonāt run. This is real.ā.ā. When Shot found out about her habit, he took care to write on the back of her neck, scribbling little titles like āNightshade Princessā, āProtected by Deadshotā,Ā āCrazy Momma Harlsā. or some little saying she would giggle at the rest of the morning after Zoe told her what it was. āI show love by shouting S$&t and cooking.ā, āMy home is in a snipes nest.ā , āAll my guys hold their arsenicā. Zoe drew little hearts and spades whenever she was done with her homework, it being more a absentminded activity for her. A habit that Harley was just a canvas for her to draw on sometimes. She never mentioned how her memories played tricks on her some days, she woke up expecting to see Jās face only to have her shout die at seeing Floyd instead. That some days she remembered Duela, the others she was a distant memory. The only constant, was the pen marks reminding her of dates and titles. Of a life she had to stay in.
Walking off the Cliff
When I moved in with Floyd, the first week was odd. Zoe didnāt glare at my presence, but she would mainly stick to his legs when I walked into the kitchen to grab some juice. She called me mam for the first few days which had me up the wall. Shot said it was nothing, that Zoe just wasnāt used to someone dating her dad. So, I pushed. I watched cartoons with her, I made her cocoa, I joked until she cracked a smile, I wanted this little ball of sunshine to like me, and I hid my problems to talk to Floyd about in private. After the week though? Zoe didnāt want to avoid me as much, she sat next to me at breakfast, asked if I could let her see Bob and Lou in the backyard.
God I was over the moon, and I thought that it was fine then, but one night I heard a thumping that woke me up. Floyd was still asleep, because the man slept like a bear when he was in his own bed, so I grabbed my bat and walked into the hallway.
Thump. Thump.
Tightening my grip I looked around the corner, fully prepared to beam whatever it was in the skull. Only to freeze seeing Zoe in her bunny onesie, walking into the front door repeatedly. Walking over slowly I could hear her mumbling something, but not enough to actually get anything. So when I got close enough I put my hand in front of her head as it was about to collide once more, and held her side to get her to pause in the repetition.
āZoe, Whatcha doinā?ā I asked softly, vaguely enough to not wake her or confuse what she was thinking about hopefully.
The girl just leaned her head into my side, āMama walked off a Cliff. Har Har was about to to.ā I turned her to her room before leading her back to bed. Har Har? God this girl was sugar. The dream had me clutching my heart though, Floyd talked about how Zoeās mom was a drug addict, and lost custody of her daughter for the reason that she couldnāt hide her most recent drug dealer away from her inspector. She hadnāt seen Zoe in weeks. I could only remember how I thought it was my fault when my dad left on some scheme.
Once she was back in bed, I tucked her in lightly āHar Har wonāt be walking off a cliff, not unless ya ask nicely.ā Zoe seemed to relax at that, and fall back into a more fitful sleep. I knew when I went back to bed myself I couldnāt leave, all the times I talked to Floyd about how it might be best for me go, how Iām a terrible influence, how heās an idiot for wanting me anywhere near his girl, I threw it away. Zoe needed me, no matter how much that scared me, I was gonna make sure that no one hurt Shotās girl ever again. I would burn the world down for two people now, Floyd, and Zoe.
Nightshade Bouquets
Me and Deadshot didnāt start ādatingā immediately. We slept together for a couple months after I had my whole breakdown over J. Honestly why Floyd didnāt run when I tried to put Jās face on him and leave our little thing at that, still beyond me. Then he asked me out. Actually saying he wanted to go āsteadyā, of course I said no the first time though. A relationship? Even J saw me as flawed and he was the one who pushed me into my vat. I messed up most things I touched, and hereās Shot with talking about how he is gonna woo me. I thought he was joking, oh how wrong I was. Whenever I would see him over the next few weeks he would talk about why he wanted to date me. āHarls, you are a bombshell babeā āDarlin, I couldnāt think of anybody else who fits with me better.ā āYour humor is absolutely terrible, and I love it.ā Each time he would give me a single Nightshade blossom, leaving me blushing at the end of the night in confusion. Floyd /listened/ to when I talked about how I used the flower for my baking and cocoa? It was getting frustrating after awhile to reject him, because jesus why couldnāt this man get that a relationship with me isnāt worth it? So, one night I snapped and screamed āYou want apart of this crazy train officially!? Fine! Bring it!ā He brought a bouquet of Nightshade that time, and grinned like he just won the lottery āThatās all I ever asked Doll.ā Lets just say right after that, I was already lost on him and his stupid confident grin.
Do You have any headcanon about Quinnshot? Daily Life/Harley Floyd being parents/ +18/jelousy/ etc
Btw i love your blogā¤ļø
Well I have quite a few actually! Though they are from awhile ago when I wrote them. My favorite personal twist is that when Deadshot decided to get Harley to date him? He just kept flirting and giving her Nightshade she gave a relationship, and not just their friends with benefits thing. A chance.
Training
When Floyd died everything changed. J was tearing apart the city when I left him, and I- I couldnāt have anything happen to Zoe. She is the one ray of Sunshine I have left ya know? So I moved us to a smaller place, sold the familiar apartment we both knew by heart now, to a small house on the edge of the city. We had some little old farmers as neighbors that werenāt nosy, but. like any kid, Zoe questioned.
āHar-Har, why canāt I see my classmates ?ā Well, you are in a new spot, new school, easy. āMa, Why donāt we go into town as often as we used to..?ā It..takes to much gas, besides the local market has everything we need besides toilet paper sunshine, what else could ya ask for? ā..Harley? Why donāt you go to bed with me anymore?ā Now that one broke my heart. but. I had to tell her eventually right? I was training almost all hours I was free because I was worried. I didnāt say why specifically, but Zoe was smart. She also had Shot raising her before. She said something I wasnāt expecting though after I stated that fact over breakfast. āWell. I wanna train too Har-Har, If you wanna protect me, shouldnāt I get to protect you?ā Her little voice was so determined, with a almost mischievous glint I remember from Floyd all too well. I couldnāt say no... Though I didnāt throw her into the wolves, thatās for month three! But I let her do cardio with me in the afternoon after school, and honestly, itās helped a lot with our bonding. Zoeās bio mom dropped off the map after J appeared, though iām not sure what happened, shes been a bit distant after the move. Since we started training together though sheās back to her old self, and smiling like the beam of light she is. I thought this might be a new start for us.
you are trans enough. your transness doesnāt depend on how well you pass, or how far through your transition you are, or how much dysphoria you have. Your transness is defined by you and only you. donāt let anyone tell you otherwise.
happy trans day of visibility! x
Dealing with loss
After Floyds funeral, after losing Bob and Lou to Joker sick punishments, I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't feel good going home to Zoe, to her sweet Sunshine after what happened. I felt like it was my fault when I walked through the door and she was crying,wrapped up in that messy star covered blanket on the couch.
It broke my heart. It brought Harleen back pounding in my skull like a banshee. I woulda walked right back out then and there, because what could I say? Sorry my revived ex killed your pops? It was unfor-
"Har Har...? You're not leaving too right..?"
That broken sound though, muffled by blankets and snot, cut through my own noise in my head. I jumped over the couch and wrapped my arms around her as tight as I could. Despite still being bruised and beaten from getting away from J, it didn't matter right now.
My Sunshine needed me, she needed to see my pain, to know how I feel for her, and how I still feel for Floyd. I keep running from the people closest to me, and I was gonna start right now with keeping her safe. I whispered softly into her bundle of safety she had wrapped herself in, laying my head on top of hers
"No, no Sunshine. Ya can't get rid of me that easily. "
Harleen was still at the walls of my mind, slipping in blame into my skull for my past fuckups. How it all lead to this. But- for the moment. I let myself cry with my daughter, with my girl, to let ourselves greive before the work had to start.
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āWhen I got my first cat, it changed me. There is something about holding a cat that makes your anger melt away. And if someone does something that upsets meāI have to remember my cat. I canāt keep my cat if I get into trouble.ā
āI asked if Major Cabanaw had concerns for the safety of the cats. āOf course, we always want to ensure the safety of the cats, and the staff is great about keeping an eye out for them. But mostly, itās the offenders keeping them safe. I have never once seen an offender kill his own cat. We screen them to be sure they have no history of animal abuse. But Iāll tell you this, there was a guy killed in here because he had spit soda pop onto someone elseās cat.āā
Wow.
Cats now control the prisons. They now have an army.
This post went exactly where I expected. Well done.
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i really love this program i feel like my heart is going to burst. there are so many great things about this program, these animals were going to be euthanized but they are being taken care of by people who need that kind of relationship for their mental well being. the prison system in america is messed up but this is definitely a step in the right direction. its such an innovative solution to both the issue of the negative social and psychological impact that prisons have and lowering the euthanization rates in animal shelters.
āweāre not just saving four-legged lives, weāre saving two-legged lives.ā
Itās a proven fact that having inmates, even extremely violent criminals, care for a creature that is small and āhelplessā has a positive impact on the criminals brain wiring. Where before they may have had little or even no regard for life, even their own, the animals foster a sense of empathy and responsibility. The inmate begins to consider the animals needs with every choice they make.
āI cant get into this fight cuse Iāll be put in solitary and my cat will miss me.ā
āIf I do some extra work in x area (laundry, kitchen, ect) I can earn credit for the store (many low security prisons have little general stores where they can buy things like cigarettes, chips, ect) and by Miss Molly that sweet catnip mouse.ā
āNeed to be on good behavior cuse when I get out I can give my cat a better life than this cell.ā
And once out of prison, parolees have a reason to find legitimate work to get things their pet needs or get them special treats and toys. Often a parolee that just has to care for themselves will be able to justify either not getting something they themselves need or not working legitimately for those needs. When they do it for a pet, they often feel a real sense of accomplishment and believe their pet is proud of them for working hard.
Not to mention the effect animals have on depression and anxiety. Coming home to a pet that loves unconditionally after a hard day at work really makes it worth it.