I couldnāt date a tsundere because sheād say something like āI donāt even like you! Hmph!ā and then I would run directly in front of the nearest car
I always have complex feelings about the Gold Trim suit, though. I adore the style and the hair in isolation, but then you remember that Mirage was the one to make him change his costume and hair while she was disguised as Starfire, and Dick went along with it thinking she was Kory. Itās a twisted parallel of Discowing being inspired by the people Dick loves, Kory key amongst them.
Wearing the fashion your assaulter picked out for you for their own aesthetic pleasure, thereby reflecting on a tangible level the control they had over your body ā even if only superficially ā isā¦ wow. Not even in a bad way, storytelling-wise. It could be a really interesting way to poke at the consequences of that arc. Itās just loaded, you know?
This is what I mean by the way. Dick wasnāt even initially comfortable with the change, but āKoryā pushed him to do so because she liked it.
When we then learn this āKoryā was in fact Miriam, and Kory returns, her first reaction is to question what the hell happened to Dickās hair (and, by extension, costume, since the two were changed simultaneously).
AAA video game publisher voice: "Look. The goose layed a golden egg, and that's nice! Everyone loved that egg. But keeping the golden goose means paying for bird feed and I don't want to, so I killed the goose."
#āthat goose keeps laying golden eggs. thatās stagnation. Iām going to kill it and go look for a goose that lays diamond eggsā#āthat goose normally lays golden eggs but this time it laid a silver egg. Iām going to kill it because even though I can still make good#money with that itās not as good as a golden eggā#āthat golden egg laying goose only lays an egg once a day instead of constantly shitting them out. I donāt care that golden eggs take time#if theyāre not constant the goose is worthless to meā
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Project Hail Mary was such a good movie but I cannot stop thinking about how fucking funny it would have been if Ilyukhina and Yao had made it instead of Grace
The Beetles (boring name AU) arrive back on earth and Stratt opens the video diary and it's Ilyukhina and Yao going "sooooooo your pet twink didn't make it"
dont forget that YOU š«µ are the backbone of this fandom. oh but im not a- DONT CARE. write a bad fic, draw that silly art, make that tumblr post with your headcannon. oh but i have nothing to share- DONT CARE. kudos that fic, write a nice comment, gush in the tags of a reblog.
YOU š«µ ARE CREATING A FANDOM SPACE BY EXISTING AROUND AND ENCOURAGING CONTENT CREATION
characters in movies love to wake up from surgery and immediately start ripping off all their medical equipment like theyre a sexy werewolf breaking their chains. brother you dont know if that tube is the only thing keeping you alive right now. calm down.
You have a superpower that keeps you safe: whenever you are in danger, time freezes.
You could be asleep, or in the middle of a conversation, or watching a movie. Time would stop and give you a chance to leave the area, and as soon as you were out of danger, time would immediately start up again
You walk in front of a bus and time stops until you exit its path. Someone tries to mug you, but suddenly you're gone; down the street and around the corner, so even when he turns around he can't see you, and therefore can't come after you.
One day you're watching tv at home and everything freezes. You look around, but you're alone. You get up and walk out of your apartment - the unnatural quiet, and the immobile dust motes suspended in the shaft of light from the window at the end of the hall tells you the danger still has not passed. You leave the building and the city is motionless. You walk down the street, then you go a few blocks, and before you know it you've traversed several neighborhoods, but nothing changes
After what feels like hours of walking, time still hasn't resumed, which means the danger still hasn't passed
After a very long time (you'd say multiple hours, but you can't estimate it well. There's nothing to estimate it by.) walking in random directions, it finally clicks. This isn't something that happened to you, it was going to destroy the whole city at least. You can't check your phone for news, because that requires a current to be transmitting information, so that's not an option. But you can open doors. And bars in the area are sure to have a tv. If any news about this came before time stopped, the screen is likely to still be stuck on that transmission. You know it's a low chance, but you have nothing else to try.
You go through ten bars before you give up.
Your second, desperate attempt is the news studio. If any information was about to be broadcast, you would fing it there. It takes a while to walk there by foot, but you can't take a car, since combustion is sure as hell not going to work when time doesn't. But after walking for a while you come across a bike. That only requires your movement to work, so you "liberate" it from it's frozen rider, after which you manage to get there before getting bored to death.
After trying the necessary doors and not finding a key, you break in through a window. You get lost a few times, not that it matters much, before you find something. They printed out the text, thank god, so no need for a working computer. You read. And then you lean on the wall for support. And slowly sink to the ground.
An atomic bomb. That's what's happening. That's what would've killed you. What would've killed everyone. You stare at the ceiling. Then you stare at the floor. You stare, for a long time. An unmeasurably slow moment. There is no way to stop this. Your best hope is to take your bike and drive until it won't hurt you. You check the paper to see how far to go. It's doable, everything is when your body can't get tired.
But..
You look at the news reporters around you, their frozen faces of fear, as they rushed through the preparations, to at least warn the people of what's coming. You see it in their faces. They knew they would die for this broadcast. And they were still late.
You can't leave them here.
The info on the paper is essential. You can guess at what distance your powers would proclaim you safe. It saved you from many things which would not have necessarily killed you before, so if you merely dragged people to the point where they would get hurt but wouldn't be likely to die... You could do it. It's doable. It must be done.
You start with the tv studio. At first you're uncoordinated, but after the first few you start a system, sweeping the building from one side to the other, from top to bottom. By the time you're done with the first building, you're sure it would have taken you at least three days, had the planet been turning.
You could've spent a century here, doing this. Your body can't get tired, you don't need to eat, or sleep, or to breathe, as all physiological needs are magically suspended. No time passes, no energy is spent, and yet you move. After a few houses, you draw out the safety line with chalk to keep track of it. You read a book, sometimes, just so you don't go crazy. It's not like you don't have the time for it. One by one the houses get emptied. One after another the streets are deserted. Block after block turn lifeless. City districts, moment ter eternal moment, slowly, torturously slowly, become ghost towns.
And then, after metaphorical, uncountable centuries of work, you are done. You took count, every house and every street adding up to a number somewhere around the official citizen count. There's piles of paper filled with the calculations. You still probably didn't get everyone. But you got a lot. You gave them a chance. You breathe a sigh of relief. You sit down, finish your book and take your bag.
And then you cross the line running.
The sound of the air moving around you reaches your ears for the first time in forever. With it, the sound of many, many confused people.
And as the sound of an explosion reaches you, with merely a gust of wind and slight warmth to tell you what has finally come to pass... You laugh.
What do you think are necessary elements to writing Wally West in your opinion?
Like things that must happen or character traits and flaws of his
Gosh, I was about to say you should ask a ābetterā fan, but I guess I have read a pretty good chunk of his appearances. Like Iāve done all of his team book appearances and all of his post-Crisis Flash runs. So I might be helpful?
The thing Iāve found with Wally is that heās a lot more like Dick than people act. I called it out here, but itās really true. Heās kind, altruistic, optimistic, impossibly loving, and all of those wonderful good things, but just as what happens to any well-written character, their best traits often come back to bite them.
For one, heās a perfectionist with an Atlas complex. Thereās this thing in Waidās run where Wally is put on trial for a woman being burned, and he confesses that he ānever had to chooseā between lives before. He still struggles to do so to this day, because he is simply so powerful in his own right that he struggles in instances where he is not all-powerful. He pushes and pushes until he canāt, and then continues pushing more. He does not believe he is allowed to fail.
Not only does that weigh on him, but his belief in his power and his responsibility can become outright arrogance, at least until heās reminded of his own limitations and his humanity. Heās known to keep secrets because he believes he can handle things alone, or that he should, or even that other people are not capable of helping him and would instead hinder, or be put in harms way. This also extends to his persona, where he is performatively lighthearted at times because he feels it part of the obligation when playing the hero. Itās that admirable altruism sometimes turning into an āI know bestā mindset.
Wally is also easily jealous, especially when it comes to loved ones. Like, jealous jealous. Petty jealous. Opining jealous. All kinds of jealous. Barry and Linda are probably the two biggest sources of this.
There are other ones Iām probably missing, but as far as character flaws go, I think these are the big ones. I welcome any additions or addendums from others!
I wonder how much of this was pulled from Barry Allen after he died during Crisis on Infinite Earths, I know him, Wally and Bart get their personalities muddled and exchanged often
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