#rita farr

[thefablechronicler]

Flex Mentallo just made everyone on Danny The Street orgasm.

I am amazed Rita was able to keep her shape during that.

Poor Jane man, that can't have brought back good memories.

Wonder if The Negative Spirit felt anything?

Also, DANNY CAN ORGASM?!

[thefablechronicler]

Rita: as much as I love your fashion sense, you really should not be walking around a swamp dressed like that.

It is very impractical and those clothes look expensive and easily ruined by swampland and water.

[thefablechronicler]

Started watching Doom Patrol and I'm rather enjoying it.

They're an interesting bunch and I did not know Brendon Fraser was playing Cliff Steele. Actually took me a couple of seconds to recognize him.

Also, was not expecting Timothy Dalton and Mark Shepard to be in it.

Hold on.

Watching the Danny Patrol episode and Larry and Maura have started singing in it, brb.

EDIT: NO LARRY, SING YOU FUCKER! COME ON!

EDIT 2: NO MAURA! DON'T DO IT!

EDIT 3: YES DANNY! FUCK YEAH LARRY, VIC AND MAURA! FUCK THOSE FASCIST BASTARDS UP!

EDIT 4: Anyway, as I was saying.

Yeah, it's pretty cool. Rita's powers are awesome-

YES LARRY FUCKING SING YA WANKA!

-I like eldritch body horror aspect of her powers, they're really cool. Cliff's also pretty dope, I like the fact the story actually brings up the fact he struggles with his current condition.

Larry's cool too; I like the fact that it's sort of a sliding scale between the three.

Cliff tries to be a hero but he's really dysfunctional and struggles quite a lot.

Larry's a good person but really doesn't want to be a hero due to his past and tries to keep out of stuff but can't.

Rita's a bitch with a heart of gold beneath a layer of stuffy bitchism that would rather stay out of things but is slowly becoming better.

Jane's interesting. I'm not that informed on Dissociative Identity Disorder so I don't know if her portrayal's got problems or not.

But I've seen the whole "each Identity has a unique ability" thing before.

Quite like Hammerhead though, she takes zero shit from anybody. Dr Harrison is terrifying. Silver Tongue's badass and I like their ability.

Poor Cyborg though man. He's like the only relatively functional one of the group and you can tell he's trying his best to whip them into shape, it's just, he doesn't have any experience with being a leader.

[the-wanderer]

I quote this way too often

[funnypages]

[cocoalaska]

It wasn’t a mission or a job. Rita heard an old friend had died and simply wanted to pay respects. Steve flew with her to the city of Matadi in the Republic of Congo, and then drove to the smaller town of Inga where they found the gravestones of Marie and her husband Mark. Rita only needed to see “beloved parents,” and Steve suddenly found himself helplessly trailing after as his wife tracked down the fate of her friend’s child. For her peace of mind.

That was Rita. She cared tenderly for people. Made missions out of caring. It was probably the only reason she was still with Steve. He didn’t feel he deserved her, but she made a daily responsibility out of proving that he did. “You fight so hard for humanity,” she’d remind him. “You should also get to participate in it.” She’d point at his chest and claim she saw the good good man inside.

It was enough to make him try. Try to be softer when they extracted victims from perilous situations, instead of simply handing them off to the proper aids and authorities. Try to be more understanding when they caught a criminal who acted out of desperation rather than ill will. Try to pause and listen when emotions entered an equation.

Because he was far too used to being the one to take care of the dirty work. The part of the job that was too difficult or unpleasant. Steve did it. When a nefarious organization needed to be stopped, when a madman needed to be taken down, when a situation called for bloodshed. Steve just. Did it. He buried the human part of himself a long time ago, so that the rest of humanity could be safer.

But Rita had found a thread, at some point along the way. And she’d tugged and pulled until she found purchase, and she tied herself to him, to the good good man inside. Sometimes it ached, and sometimes it rattled him, but it also made him hope. And try. To be worthy of her, he always tried.

This was such a small situation compared to some of the missions Steve had completed. Little clues here and there, Steve and Rita quickly deduced a man was embezzling from his dead client’s estate, taking advantage of their orphaned child. Galtry had been shifty. He feigned politeness, but his smile was too flat, too forced… and there was no sign of the kid. So Rita “excused herself to the restroom” while Steve casually questioned the other man and felt him out. He did the dirty work, he sussed out Galtry’s scheme, he raised fisticuffs when the hired hitmen appeared at Galtry’s summons, and he felt zero guilt with how roughly he took them down and handed them over to the police.

Rita had found the kid and sent her coordinates to Steve. When he arrived at a tiny rudimentary campsite hidden in the jungle, he stopped short. His chest fluttered dangerously. Because he suddenly knew, at the very first sight, his life was about to change.

It was the look in Rita’s eyes. That tender determined look. And the possessive way she held the kid in her arms. Absolute certainty. And then she turned that look to Steve, and he knew it was not a request. It was a yank on that thread she had a hold of. A holy command to the good good man inside.

The kid was small, dirty, twig thin… and green. Rita could just as easily been holding an actual live goblin against her chest. But it wasn’t the green that scared Steve. It wasn’t the long pointed ears, the clawed tips of his fingers and toes, or the little glinting fangs. None of those things scared Steve.

What scared Steve was the vulnerable way the kid clung to Rita. What scared him was the nervous hope in those big green eyes. Steve should not be a target of that kind of hope. He didn’t know how to handle children. Children were glass, and Steve was a hammer. He did the dirty work, he nailed the bad guys. He crushed the knees of drug and trafficking rings. He stained his hands where others could not. He did not… he could not handle a child.

But Rita was already approaching him. She held the kid like a gift. A very precious gift. And she had that look in her eyes. You can do this, Steve.

No, no he couldn’t. He was too scared. He would get it wrong. He would mess it up. And he swore the kid could see it too, those big green eyes reading him with sharp curiosity. I don’t want to hurt you, Steve thought. But I don’t know how…

But Rita had that look. And for her, Steve would try. For the kid too. He would try.

[rraaaarrl]

"Joke's on you, I'm into that!" -Bender, from Futurama

[super-hero-confessions]