Questions, really. Do the stories that are being nominated for the 2017 awards, can they only be from Tumblr? Also, can they only be complete stories or can they still be works in progress?
I have no idea you will need to ask the page that is actually organising the event :) they should be able to clarify any questions you may have
This is part two of well, what do we have here? I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as the first part I hope you guys enjoy!
It has been a week since your encounter with Nightwing. The moment you shared together has been playing on your mind ever since. The way he kissed and touched you was like no other. It was truly an unforgettable night. Although you spent just one night with him, you opened your heart. You definitely feel something towards him and you hate yourself for it. Why him? Why now?
Now that you are back to reality, you have to face your guilt. With your help, the person that employed you will kill Nightwing within the next few hours. He will be lured into a trap before being brutally murdered. You could stop Dick Grayson from being killed but you would be putting your own life at risk. A risk you are willing to take. He does not deserve this fate. You are the only one who can save him and everyone he cares about.
Luckily for you, you find him roaming the rooftops of Bludhaven, taking his usual route. He senses someone following him and throws one of his escrima sticks over his shoulder which you catch just on time. If your reaction time was any slower you would be knocked out right now. He turns around only to be pleasantly surprised to see you. In a few minutes, he won’t be so pleased once he knows the truth.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.” He smiles as you hand back his escrima stick.
“Your life is in danger, you have to leave Bludhaven immediately.” You don’t beat around the bush and quite frankly he is taken aback by your forwardness.
“Does this mean you’re not a photographer?” He jokes around but judging from the look on his face he can tell that this is serious.
“In a few hours time, maybe sooner, you and your associates will be assassinated under the order of Roman Sionis.” You fill him in, glossing over the details.
“And you know this because you were in on it all along?” Dick lets out an annoyed laugh at himself. “I knew I never should have trusted you.” The look of betrayal he gives you is enough to cut through your stomach. No one has ever looked at you this way before.
“I was hired to spy on all of you. What happened between us should never have happened.” You admit your wrongs, keeping eye contact with him even though it killed you inside.
“Yeah, you’re right. It never should have happened.” The regret in his voice for trusting you is obvious, making you feel even worse.
“I couldn’t live with myself if I let you and the others die. You have to warn them.” You advise but he doesn’t seem to heed your advice.
“I’m sure we would have managed without your help. I suggest you go, I never want to see you again.” He says his last words, turning his back on you for good.
You were just about to leave when you heard a gun shot fire. Before you could do anything, the bullet penetrates his armour. Dick falls to his knees instantly, feeling woozy. From a distance, you can see Deadshot, who fired the bullet from his sniper rifle. He waves at you before aiming for Dick’s head.
“Dick watch out!” You warn him to get behind cover but he is too weak to move so you dive towards him, dragging him to safety.
Deadshot never leaves a job unfinished, he will be making his way over to you both. Dick is bleeding pretty badly, good thing you came prepared for the worst. You heard that freezing a wound stops bleeding so that is what you do. Dick lets out an agonising scream, the process isn’t exactly painless.
“I have to get you out of here. I may have stopped the bleeding but you need medical attention.” You hold his head in your hand, supporting his neck.
“I already hit my distress signal... He should be here soon.” His eyes flicker and he struggles to speak.
“Not soon enough.” Deadshot catches your attention, loading his wrist gun. “Sionis knew you’d fail. That’s why he sent me to take care of you both. I hope he was worth it.” He sniggers under his mask.
“He is worth it.” You tell him before throwing on of Dick’s smoke pellets at his feet to give you some coverage.
You’re not much of a fighter but this is a matter of life and death here. Not only for you but for Dick too. What use are you to him if you are dead? So you give Deadshot your all, disarming him of his weapons. You then go for a cheap shot to the crotch. While he is hunched over you knee his face so that he collapses onto the ground. Now that he is down you use all your strength to restrain him, keeping his wrists pinned down especially.
“So you think you’re some kind of hero now?” Deadshot struggles against you.
“I’m no hero, I’m just doing what’s right for once.” You don’t claim to be the good guy here.
Deadshot headbutts you, throwing you off the edge of the roof before you can get up on your feet. Your fingers desperately grip onto the building with one hand.
“No!” You hear Dick scream. He wants to help you but he can’t even move.
“Did you honestly think you stood a chance against me?” Deadshot gloats as he looks down at you. “You should have just taken the money and ran, little girl.” His foot slowly rises up, ready to stomp down on your fingers.
You close your eyes, waiting to fall to your death, only to open them and find that Batman has arrived, taking out Deadshot before he can finish you off. He then helps you back up onto the roof before attending to Dick, who grows weaker by the second.
“I’ll take it from here.” Batman looks over his shoulder at you, knowing fine well that you had a role to play in all this. You may have saved Dick Grayson’s life but that doesn’t change the fact that you betrayed him.
“Please let me help.” You plead with them both. “I never wanted this to happen I’m--”
“You’ve done enough, y/n. I meant what I said before, I never want to see you again.” Dick doesn’t let you finish your apology.
“Okay, I understand. Goodbye, Dick.” Your shoulders slump and you bow your head, unable to look at him.
You watch as Batman ushers him into the Batwing. He takes one long look at you before closing the door. They leave you there to deal with your guilt. You can’t help but feel this is what you deserve for what you have done. It’s a shame things had to end this way, you really did fall for Dick Grayson that night.
For the past month, you have been receiving weird text messages from someone who is trying to mess with your head. They constantly harass you day and night, either bullying you or threatening to expose all your deepest secrets. You even changed your number but that didn’t stop the messages. It is starting to take over your life completely. You don’t want to leave the house because you are so afraid that something bad is going to happen. This is no way to live.
So you decided to finally do something about it, going to the only person you feel like you can trust- Tim Drake. You know that he is good at tracking people so he should be able to help you find out who is sending you these horrible messages. The two of you find an empty classroom to discuss the situation privately. Tim takes a moment to read through the messages. You watch his facial expressions change continuously as he does so, rather disgusted by some of the things that were said.
“I’m surprised you haven’t taken this to the police.” He looks up from the phone with a concerned look.
“Please don’t give me that look. I really don’t want to get the police involved, Tim. I just want to find out who it is so that I can put a stop to all this. It’s ruining my life.” You refrain yourself from crying. Tim admires how you are putting on a brave face.
“Okay, I understand. No police.” Tim gets up from his seat and puts a hand on your shoulder for support. “I’ll keep a hold of this so that I can get to work on tracing the messages. No one stays hidden from me, I’ll have it all sorted out by tomorrow.” He promises and already it feels like a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders.
“Thank you so much, Tim.” You pull him in for a hug, perhaps hugging him a bit too long. “I knew I could count on you.”
Later on that evening, Tim makes his way to confront the one who has been making your life a complete misery. Her name is Carlee Swanson, a girl who is in the same year as you and is notably one of the popular rich kids. Tim could see through her innocent facade, knowing that there was a cruel side to her that she kept hidden so well. Still, he did not think she would go as far as to harass someone every single day. What has y/n ever done to her? Is it jealousy, perhaps? After all, y/n is one of the smartest and prettiest girls in the entire school. Y/n may not be as popular or rich as someone like Carlee but at least she is kind and empathetic.
Tim waits patiently in his Red Robin gear in an alleyway near Carlee’s home. Using y/n’s phone, he texted her a time and place, pretending to be her. He said that he would make her a deal, that he would give her money in order to stop the harassment. Of course, Carlee jumped at the chance of gaining some more wealth without question.
Finally, she shows up, wearing a black hoodie and a bandana to keep her identity hidden. Little does she know that Tim knows exactly who she is. She is startled when she finds Red Robin waiting for her in a dark alleyway.
“Hello, Carlee.” Tim sees the panic in her eyes. He is not here to frighten her, just to warn her to leave you alone. “There’s no point in running, I’d only catch up. I’m sure you know why I’m here?”
“How did you know it was me?!” She can’t seem to comprehend how someone like Red Robin would find out about her petty bullying.
“Let’s just say y/n and I are familiar with each other. You should count yourself lucky that she came to me instead of the police. You wouldn’t want anyone finding out about what a bully you are, would you?” Tim asks her calmly and she shakes her head. “Good. I’m going to make you a deal. You leave y/n alone or I’ll make sure everyone knows what kind of person you really are.” He makes his demands pretty clear.
“Alright, you have my word...” Is all Carlee can muster before running off scared.
Now that Tim has dealt with Carlee, he decides to stop by your place, sneaking in through your room window. You are more than happy to see him, jumping up from your bed the second his foot touched the ground. It’s still slightly weird to you that Tim Drake and Red Robin are one in the same. Tim Drake wouldn’t have to sneak through your window to come visit because your parents would have no questions. Red Robin, on the other hand, does have to climb through the window.
“Hey, I’m glad to see you.” You smile at him and he gives you one in return.
“I’m just stopping by to tell you that you don’t have to worry about Carlee Swanson anymore. It’s all taken care of.” He is rather proud of himself for helping you out with this. Now you can return to your usual, happy self.
“It was Carlee Swanson this whole time? Wow, I knew she was a bit of a mean girl but I didn’t think she would go this far!” You are genuinely surprised by the revelation.
“I’ve always had a bad feeling about her. I guess it is a detective’s intuition.” The both of you laugh and it is just so good to hear you laugh again. It almost makes Tim not want to leave. “Look I have to go now the city needs me. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Tim gives you a nod before heading towards your open window.
“Tim, wait!” You stop him from leaving.
“What is it?” Tim walks over to you slowly.
“I forget something...” You look up into his eyes while grabbing hold of his face. Tim closes his eyes as your lips make contact with his and he allows himself to enjoy the kiss. When you pull away you rest your forehead against his. “I couldn’t let you leave without giving you that.”
“It was very much appreciated but I really do have to go now.” Tim can’t stop smiling, it is adorable.
“Go save the world.” You quickly rub your nose against his and then let him go.
Over the Next week you may submit or nominate any DC stories for the following categories.
Angst that could KILL: Have a story that made you want to cry? A story that ripped your heart out and then stomped all over it? Then nominate it for this category!
So Fluffy I Squealed!: Have a story that had you burying your head in a pillow? Have a kiss scene that made you swoon! Then nominate your favorite for this category!
Well That Escalated Quickly: Have a story that took a turn you didn’t see coming? A story with such a surprising ending you could help but scream when it was all over? Then nominate it in this category!
Cliff Hangers that Made me Want to Jump: Is there a story that was left up to you? A fanfic an evil writer decided to make a one and done, but you still love it to the depths of your soul? Then nominate the story here!
The story I’ve read a million times and can quote by heart: Self explanatory!
Best One-Liner!: Is there a line from a story you just can’t get out of your head, then nominate it in this category!
Best of Dick Grayson: The best Dick Grayson story you know
Best of Jason Todd: The best Jason Todd story you know
Best of Tim Drake: The best Tim Drake story you know.
Best of Damian Wayne: The best Damian Wayne story you know.
Best of Bruce Wayne: Best Bruce Wayne story you know.
Best of Barry Allen: Best Barry Allen story you know.
Best of Wally West: Best Wally West story you know.
Best of Roy Harper: Best Roy Harper story you know.
Best of Batmom: You most favorite batmom story ever!
Best other Character: Best series of another character not mentioned above
Best Series: Best continuous and complete story!
Favorite AU: Your favorite fictional universe in a brand new way? High school AU? Soul mate AU? You name it, it goes here!
Your best/ favorite female superhero centered story!
This is SUPER exciting. Forms are coming today, and oh my God choosing my “favorite” fic in each category is gonna be difficult…THERE’S SO MANY AMAZING DC WRITERS ON TUMBLR !! And those categories are bomb.
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PS : You can’t nominate me in all categories anyway cause there’s stuffs I never wrote about…But still, thanks <3.
its almost 3 in the morning and i just finished watching season 7 of pretty little liars!! but um could i request a tim drake x reader where the reader is sort of in a pretty little liars scenario like with A and all, if you don't know of the show, its cool just a tim drake than! please and thank you!!
Although I have never watched Pretty Little Liars I have come up with an idea that will be something similar to what you requested :)
Heyyy. Maybe I ask for lagaan/ lagoon boy, where the reader is a water based hero too and they're close. You can go wild with what ever, I just never see alot of lagoon boy stuff
Hey just posted I hope you enjoy :) this was my first ever La’gaan request so I hope I did well
La’gaan hasn’t been himself lately and everyone else may not have noticed but you certainly have. He seems to have a very short temper these days, the smallest things set him off. No one understands why he is being like this but you think you have a pretty good idea why.
A few days ago you were conversing with Bart and Jaime, who were expressing how they felt it was pointless to have two Atlanteans on the team. You told them that they were being unreasonable because technically you have water based powers too and that it was unfair of them to say. Despite convincing them, you think La’gaan only heard a small portion of the conversation and it hurt his feelings. That’s the only reason you can think of.
You figured it is time to talk to La’gaan about the misunderstanding. Hopefully, he will return back to his usual self. Of course, you find him outside looking out to the sea. He’s probably thinking of home, no doubt. Not that you can blame him after what he heard. You’d feel pretty outcasted too.
“Hey, La’gaan.” You call out to get his attention.
“Hey.” He looks over his shoulder briefly but you could see the sadness in his red eyes.
“I’m going for a swim, would you like to join?” You offer him some companionship before talking things out with him. He needs a bit of cheering up and you know how much he loves to be in the water.
“Sure.” He accepts your offer because he doesn’t want to seem rude.
The two of you dive into the water and swim peacefully side by side. Your powers allow you to adapt to any environment, allowing you to breathe under water. You can also control the elements which is pretty cool too. The water is just right, not too cold or too warm, just perfect. La’gaan seems to be enjoying himself, swimming down to the very bottom.
“La’gaan, I know you may have heard some things that may have upset you but I promise that Bart and Jaime meant no harm. We all value you as a member of this team.” You decide to have that conversation with him now that the two of you can truly talk alone.
“That’s not what upset me.” He turns to face you. “What upset me is the fact that they might be right. I’m no Aqualad, I could never be as good as Kaldur. So what’s the point in me even being here?”
“You need to stop doubting yourself and start believing in yourself!” You are quick to assure him that he is thinking complete nonsense. “It doesn’t matter what other people think. What truly matters is your faith in yourself. This team needs you, La’gaan, and I need the happy La’gaan back.”
“You really mean that?” He looks at you in bewilderment, having no idea that you believed in him so much. Out of everyone on the team, he is probably closest to you because you are always understanding and have been so welcoming from the start.
“I meant every single word. I hate seeing you like this. I want you to be able to laugh and joke around again. No one deserves to feel left out.” You smile at him and a smile slowly appears on his face.
“Thank you, y/n. I needed this.” La’gann wraps his arms around you tightly, his cheek brushing against yours.
“There he is, good ol’ La’gaan is back.” You punch his shoulder playfully. “Race you to the peer?”
“Loser buys some ice cream! Prepare to lose, y/n.” He smirks confidently at your challenge and before you know it he is off.
“Hey, that’s cheating!” You shake your head as you laugh, falling slightly behind.
Thinking about doing this one in parts because I really like the idea and can see potential for a possible mini-series :)
It’s just a usual night for Terry, flying around in the Batmobile, looking for trouble. Being Batman sure has its perks; the sweet ride, all the coolest tech and gadgets, the list is endless. What a lot of people don’t realise is the struggle of the one behind the mask, what they have to sacrifice in order to go out every night to protect the city.
Terry may be Gotham’s new Batman, but he is nothing like the one before him. For one, he isn’t as broody. Secondly, he isn’t as serious and likes to have some fun when he’s kicking ass. He doesn’t want to lose himself and become just Batman, he’s Terry McGinnis too, a son and an older brother. Unlike Bruce, he actually has a family to take care of while he has nothing left. Just a lonely old man. Terry doesn’t want to end up like that. The thought of being alone terrifies him.
As he flies over the city, something, in particular, catches his eyes. Down below there is someone fighting a gang of Jokerz. In other words, someone is trying to do his job! He stops the Batmobile and promptly exits the vehicle, diving down to intervene. For all he knows it could be some random, untrained citizen trying to be a hero. He can’t let that go unnoticed.
When his feet touch the ground and he can now get a closer look he realises the symbol on your chest. It once belonged to Dick Grayson, otherwise known as Nightwing. Why would someone like you be wearing the colours of one of Gotham’s greatest heroes? That is what Terry aims to find out.
“Are you just going to stand there and gawk or are you actually going to help?” You snap at the Bat standing in front of you whilst continuing to fight off what seems like an endless army of Jokerz.
“What’s wrong can’t handle a couple of Jokerz?” He attempts to mock you, not knowing who you are.
“Shut up and fight!” You shout over all the noise at him.
Terry does what he is told not wanting to get on your bad side. From what he can tell, you want to be an ally and you can handle yourself in a fight. In fact, the way you move is awfully familiar. You use some of the moves that Bruce taught him and others mimic the movements of Dick Grayson himself. Something tells Terry that there’s more to you than meets the eyes.
The two of you end the fight in no time. Terry just stands there and looks at you for a moment. You are wearing all the old school gear, no high tech gadgets or suit. It’s like you have travelled to the future from the past and it is a strange sight for him. Nothing is like that anymore, everything is top technology. Before Terry can even open his mouth you reach for your grapple gun and zip up into the air. He uses his rocket boots to chase after you, he needs answers.
You stand there waiting on top of a building for him, away from the world below your feet. “I guess he hasn’t told you about me?”
“That depends on who he is.” Terry picks his words carefully in case you are working with one of his enemies. If he has learned anything from Bruce, it is to be careful who you trust.
“Our common friend. The one who guides you through that earpiece of yours.” You point to your head and smirk.
“Who do you--” Before he can finish his sentence, he hears Bruce’s voice sound in his ear.
“McGinnis, I know you must have a lot of questions but I need you to bring her to the Batcave immediately. I need to talk to her.” Bruce gives out his orders.
“What’s he saying?” You ask curiously, knowing that he just spoke to him.
“Looks like you’re coming with me.” Terry signals the Batmobile and the doors open up. Without question, you get in the vehicle with him.
**
The ride to the Batcave was an awkward one. The two of you barely said a word to one another the whole way there. You didn’t know what to say to him because after all, you know nothing about him. All you know is that he is Neo-Gotham’s Batman. Maybe you will get to know each other better after this. You plan on helping to keep crime to a minimum, it’s what your father trained you to do.
“Y/n.” Bruce walks over, gripping onto his walking stick. “I’m surprised you came.”
“Wait how do you two know each other? Why is she wearing Nightwing’s suit?” Terry looks back and forth confused.
“Terry, I’d like you to meet Y/n Grayson.” Bruce introduces you.
“Wait but that would mean...” Terry looks at you again in shock.
“Dick Grayson’s daughter, yeah.” You remove your domino mask, revealing your piercing blue eyes, just like your father’s.
“You never told me Dick had a daughter!” Terry exclaims, finding it hard to take all this in.
“There’s probably a lot of things he hasn’t told you.” Your expression becomes more serious as you look at Bruce like there’s bad blood between the two of you.
“Hmph. I’ll leave the two of you to get acquainted since the two of you will be working together.” Bruce begins to walk away slowly, having nothing more to say.
“Wait, what?!” Terry pulls the mask from his face.
“I guess he really didn’t tell you about me.” You can’t help but laugh. Terry turns to face you with a rather displeased look on his face.
“I don’t need a partner.” He insists.
“Well, Bruce seems to think so. Crime rates have increased over the past month which seems to me like you need a helping hand.” You explain to him calmly but he takes it the wrong way.
“Are you trying to say that I suck at my job? So not schway. You’ve known me for what like five minutes?” Terry folds his arms in anger.
“That’s not what I said.” You roll your eyes at him. “If you think Batman always works alone then you’re dead wrong. Back in the day my dad always had Bruce’s back amongst many others but he pushed them away and now look at him.” You point out and Terry looks over at the sad old man that sits in front of the large computer screen.
“I see your point. I just thought I was doing alright on my own, you know?” Terry gives you a sorry look.
“You’re doing great. You had some pretty big boots to fill but you seem to handle yourself pretty well.” You refer to your fight earlier this evening.
“Thanks. Do you wanna go grab something to eat? It’ll be my treat.” Terry offers as a way to get to know you better.
“Sure. I’ll meet you there I need to go home and get changed first.” You agree to go, eager to get to know him more too.
Hey, I have a request. I would like a Nightwing x Reader one-shot, in which Nightwing is on a mission, and has some flirty banter with the reader, who is an enemy spy and has a "femme fatale" persona. Then she tries to seduce him, but they end fighting and have more playful banter while doing so. Then things take an unexpected turn of events when she actually ends up falling for him, and the two of them spend the night together.~ 😉❤️💕
For the past couple of days, you have been studying the so called ‘Batfamily’ in order to learn their weaknesses. The person who hired you (who shall remain anonymous) wants to take them all out, not just the big bad Bat. They are also offering you a pretty paycheck just to gather information on all of them individually. So far, you have profiled Spoiler, Barbara Batgirl, Batwoman and Batwing. You also know all of their secret identities, meaning you have dangerous intel on all of them.
Tonight’s mission is none other than Nightwing himself. Otherwise known as Dick Grayson, who became an orphan at the tender age of nine and was taken in by Bruce Wayne after his parent’s murder. It’s uncanny how similar their stories are yet the two men couldn’t be more different. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued by him the most. From what you have witnessed he is selfless, bold, daring and charismatic. His greatest weakness, however, is that he would risk his own life trying to save people, especially the ones closest to him. He can sometimes let his emotional attachments cloud his judgements, a very human mistake. Does he deserve the fate that awaits him? Probably not but you’re not paid to think. You just have to remind yourself that this is work and nothing else. After all, you won’t be the one to pull the trigger.
You have been following him closely most of the night, watching every fight and encounter carefully. His youth has clearly influenced a lot of his movements as he is very acrobatic and agile. For someone with no powers, he sure is impressive. What you fail to understand is his motive. What makes him risk his life every night? Although he also witnessed his parents die before his eyes, Dick Grayson didn’t become vengeful like Bruce Wayne did. He didn’t make a promise to himself at nine years old to wage war on all criminals for what happened to his parents. So what is the reason?
While you were lost in your thoughts, Nightwing disappears from your sight and suddenly there’s a tap on your shoulder. You turn your head slowly only to find him standing right behind you.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He gives you a smug look for catching you out.
“Oh you know, only your biggest fan. You’re a lot smaller in person.” You give him a rather sarcastic reply. He cannot know your true intentions so you will have to come up with a good cover up.
“Cute. I guess that would explain why you have been following me around all night.” Instead of being offended, he instead teases you back. There’s just something so playful about him and you like that.
“Okay, so you caught me out, big deal. What are you going to do about it?” You shrug your shoulders, acting like you don’t care about being caught.
“That depends, who are you working with?” He now looks at you suspiciously, paying close attention to your body language. If he thinks he can read you like a book then he is dead wrong. You never give anything away.
“I work for no one but myself.” You answer confidently.
“Either you’re a really dedicated photographer or a top secret spy.” He points to your camera but also refers to your attire. You are wearing stealth gear, good gear at that.
“Good luck finding out which one pretty boy.” You decide to have some fun with this, becoming flirtatious. Hopefully, your charm is enough to distract him from the truth.
“Oh, so you think I’m pretty? I’m flattered.” He takes a few steps forward, not breaking eye contact. You actually feel rather nervous as he approaches you. Not because he may be onto you but for a different reason entirely.
“You know they say if you look into someone’s eyes for more than seven seconds without blinking, you either want to kill or have sex with them.” You stare deeply back into his eyes, feeling something burning within you.
“Which one would you prefer?” There’s a look in his dark blue eyes that hopes for the latter.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere private and you’ll find out?” You raise your eyebrow suggestively.
Much to your surprise, he decided to take you up on your suggestion. There was obvious sexual chemistry between the two of you that just needed to be released. So he took you back to his apartment and it wasn’t long before your hands were all over each other. He had you pushed up against the walls, kissing you until you finally reach the bedroom. It has been a while since you were this intimate with someone.
Normally you’re not the type to just jump into bed with someone you just met but this feels different. It almost feels right. You were already intrigued by him so to finally be face to face with him made you want more. The reason why you are here in the first place totally leaves your mind, pushed away for a later time. Right now all you want to do is get lost in this moment with him. His touch alone is enough to send you over the edge. The way he kisses you makes you fade into complete nothingness. But damn does he look good naked.
**
In the morning you wake up by Dick’s side. He is still sound asleep. The sun is only just starting to rise but you have overstayed your welcome. It is time for you to part ways. As you get dressed you take a long look at Dick, feeling slightly guilty about your moment of passion last night. What would he say if he knew what you were really here for? That you are the reason why he will meet his fate. Unable to look at him for much longer you grab the last of your things, ready to leave.
“Goodbye, Dick.” You look down at your feet as you close the apartment door behind you.
So I recently saw that John Boyega called Game Of Thrones out for not having enough diversity and I agree. Then there are people trying to justify it by saying things like “It’s set in this certain time” blah blah blah. Yeah, whatever, you keep telling yourself that!
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