Gotham Villains: Yeah I Was Traumatized So Now I'm Evil

MARVEL women || Killer Queen

Music in Film: The Old Guard (2020) dir. Gina Prince-Bythewood

when lizzo said "self love is survival" and when hannah gadsby said "do you understand what self-deprecation means when it comes from somebody who already exists in the margins? it’s not humility. it’s humiliation" and when mitski said "i used to rebel by destroying myself, but realized that’s awfully convenient to the world. for some of us our best revolt is self preservation"

bo katan: okay now listen cause i can't stress this enough: when you meet ahsoka tano you have to immediately tell her bo katan sent you. she's got hair trigger reflexes and an overly developed sense of self preservation and she will kill you.

din: now hold on i think your underestimating me just a little.

bo katan: not possible. and besides this chick is nuts i once saw her decapitate four grown mandalorians in under a second when she was just fourteen years old.

din:

din: wut

Stalling Tactics

[Anakin, getting ready to go help Palpatine] Obi-Wan: [winded, busting through the door] Anakin! Anakin: [sniffling, quickly wiping his eyes] Obi-Wan! What – what are you doing here? Obi-Wan: [clearly winging it] I…came back early from Utapau because I realized that I forgot…my keys.  Anakin: [confused] What? How would you have left without them? Obi-Wan: Oh. Uh…I mean I…came back because I forgot…something else, then. [looks around the room] [picks up a pen someone left in there] Uh, this! Anakin: O…K. [standing up straighter] Well whatever Obi-Wan, I have to go take care of something, so, maybe I’ll talk to you later. Obi-Wan: [hastily, jumping in front of him as he tries to walk past] No! I, uh, I just remembered that it’s Master Yoda’s birthday next week, and we haven’t gotten him a thing! [reaching for his hand] C’mon then, I’ll take us shopping, and you can pick out anything – Anakin: [pulling his hand away] Obi-Wan, I’m not going shopping with you right now, I have somewhere I need to be and you wouldn’t underst– Obi-Wan: [blocking the doorway] You can’t go into this part of the building right now.  Anakin: [furrowing his brow] And why is that? Obi-Wan: They’re…fumigating. This wing. Space mites. And…mold.  Anakin: [shoving him aside] Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I have a situation I need to go deal with right now and I can’t really talk about it, so, uh, see you around. [heads down the hallway] Obi-Wan: [running after him] [keels over, feigning injury] Oh! Anakin: [warily sighs] What is it now? Obi-Wan: My…foot. Is…injured. Gravely. I might need you to carry me to the –  [Anakin’s comm goes off] Anakin: Hang on, it could be the Chancell– [Obi-Wan grabs it out of his hand and throws it into a nearby garbage chute]  Anakin: Hey! That was my comm! Why did you do that?! Obi-Wan: I…wanted to see if it could withstand the trash incinerator. [peers into the chute he just threw it into] Guess not. Live and learn, I suppose! [stretches his arms over his head and yawns] Well, I’m knackered! What’s say you and I go get comfortable and watch several hours of the holonet back at our place? Anakin: [shaking his head] For kriff’s sake. Look, I don’t know what your problem is right now, but I’ve got a lot on my plate and I don’t have time to deal with whatever’s wrong with you on top of everything.  Obi-Wan: [briefly making eye contact with Mace, who is hauling Sheev away in handcuffs further down the hallway and giving Obi-Wan a thumbs-up] Mmhmm.  Anakin: And I really don’t appreciate you making my day harder than it already is.  Obi-Wan: [nodding] I understand.  Anakin: And look: whatever happens after this, just know that I had my reasons. It was the only way.   Obi-Wan: Yes, of course.  Sheev: [yelling over his shoulder] You haven’t seen the last of me, Jedi! Anakin: Huh? [about to turn around]  Obi-Wan: [grabs Anakin and dip-kisses him]

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

Here’s a happier thought: in another world, things are different.

Darth Vader takes one look at this feral fierce daughter of queens and politicians, this girl lying silver-tongued and spiteful to his face and thinks oh. And a heartbeat later he thinks Padme because this child looks so much like her, down to the imperious jut of her chin. And she looks like a boy he knew once, a boy called Anakin Skywalker, who was reckless and absurd and so strong with the Force that the universe buckled around him.

He says, “You are adopted, aren’t you,” and Leia’s eyebrows skyrocket.

“What relevance does that have,” she manages, “Lord Vader,” and Lord Vader would smile if he could. Instead he reaches down to touch her beautiful face; she flinches away, shows her teeth, and he feels his heart full up to bursting point.

He says, “None at all.”

Alderaan does not burn. Tarkin does though. He falls in two neat, sizzling halves.

“Um,” says Leia. Vader’s lightsabre burns red in her eyes.

“I’m no friend of the Emperor,” says Vader, says Anakin. And, “I knew your mother.” And then, because he’s Anakin Skywalker and planning has never been one of his strong suits, he offers her his hand.

“Come with me.”

“Will Alderaan be safe? My parents?”

My parents. Not by blood, but by choice, and that matters more.

“I will protect them,” says Anakin.

Bruce is not hiding.

He’s simply…. giving Damian an opportunity to brush up on his sleuthing skills. It’s a warm gesture of affection— one that happened to involve him slipping silently into the den with a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough clutched to his chest. He’s beyond grateful that the lights are dimmed to the lowest setting and the loud, abrasive program Steph’s watching is turned up almost all the way.

This gives him room to be a bit clumsy in his getaway— er, teaching moment.

There’s a spot beneath a side table that sits beneath the shadows of the television. With his dignity intact, he crawls in and curls himself up as much as he can.

Freedom.

He gets five minutes of peace with the precious container of stolen goods. Three hundred seconds of nothing but sweet, cold goodness on a silver spoon. No complaints or demands. No pouty mouths or sniffling noses. Just freedom.

And then, the show cuts to a commercial break. Stephanie turns to him in slow motion, sees the cargo he’s handling and grins— wide and devilish. It has him holding the perspiration slick pint closer to his chest like a distressed damsel clutching her skirt.

“Why’re you hiding?”

“Not hiding.” He shovels a spoonful into his mouth, wincing as the chill sends a jarring wave of pain through his teeth. “Training exercise.”

She nods, still smiling. “And it wouldn’t help if Spoiler gave Robin the exact details of the thief that stole his last pint of ice cream.”

“We try not to encourage homicides remember.”

“Dami—”

He’s outbof his nook and has a hand over her mouth before she can finish. “You’re evil.”

She leaves a glob of spit in his palm. He sometimes forgets the sheer immaturity teenagers could possess.

“Get me Tim’s pint of chunky monkey and I’ll stay mum.”

“You’ll spoil your dinner.”

She raises both hands, feigning surrender, but there’s a spoon in one and his ice cream in the other. “Damian’ll ruin your face.”

“I never raised you to be so evil.”

“Bruce you didn’t even raise me.”

“Hnn.”

She makes a shooing motion with the spoon. “Go execute our deal, old man. I’ll protect your contraband.”

headcanon

headcanon that Percy and Thalia have a super complicated handshake that they add onto every time they see each other no matter what, and the first time Thalia sees Percy after BoO she comes into camp and its all-

Thalia screaming running towards her cuz: PERCYYYYYYY

Percy, also screaming and running towards Thalia: THALIAAAAAAAAA

Thalia: Percy.

Percy: Thalia.

Thalia: Percy?

Percy: Thalia?

*they then proceed to do a ten-minute long handshake that includes four hip checks two different flip and one split from both of them at the same time*

Everyone: well that's not what I thought would happen.