Alright I have reblogged a thing in the past about autoplays buuut I do not think anyone cared ???
Autoplays are really popular in the rp community and it really bothers me.
They cause a lot of issues. For a start I am autistic and I am easily startled… I can get panic…
She groaned. “Romance novels? Are you nuts? The last thing I need to read is something about her hand gently caressing Tim’s codpiece or something. Yuck. No. She’s not reading anything with Fabio on the cover. No damn way.”
As she listened, she realized that The Duchess could be a good book, or a movie even. Period movies could be interesting, and easier to introduce than the books themselves due to the additional context offered in the visual medium. “Hmm, yes, maybe The Duchess, or that old eponymous A&E movie about Victoria and Albert. Casablanca. And I wonder what she’d make of Scarlett O’Hara…” She really hadn’t even considered a lot of movies for Cass, with the intention being getting her to read. All of those films would be captioned which would potentially help Cass by just exposing her to it as she watched.
And then she returned to their other topic of conversation. “There’s only one problem with your other suggestion. Too many of the men I watch wear, well, codpieces. And behind that? Athletic cups. How can I enjoy a man’s crotch when it’s displayed like that?” She wouldn’t look at mens’ crotches. That was beyond the imaginary line in her mind, though she wasn’t going to give an inch where Jason was concerned.
Oh this was priceless. Jason was laughing heartily at that image and clutched his chest. “Gi-heh-heh-i-heheh-Give me a chaahahahahaha.” Tim was so innocent at points that he probably wouldn’t know what Cass was doing which probably made the whole situation funnier. He caught his breath before finally continuing their talk.
"I’ll send some movies your way for Cass. You can go through them if you want and pick and choose what she’d like. She may get a kick out of them and the Duchess is a good movie. Lot of those movies are good. I just don’t know if she’ll like some older movies, period pieces of so on. Not unless Snooki is dressed in a Victorian dress." Maybe Pirates of the Caribbean would be a good option.
"Ah well" Jason sighed, "guess that’s what the internet is for anyways."
"Casablanca will be a crap shoot, but it will be an opportunity to teach her more about world history. But Gone With The Wind? I expect that one to go over very well. Strong female taking charge of her life? I think that would suit her well." The intent was to further nurture Cass’ sense of self, her right to be herself in all things. Casablanca had more of a damsel in distress, relying on Rick to save not only her life but the life of her husband. "But maybe I’m overthinking all of this. If I start making everything educational, she’ll just return to rotting her brain with that crap and never watch anything decent again."
Barbara released a deep breath, trying to figure the woman out. One minute it was all piss and vinegar, then with the simplest and most unrefined argument she was reduced to silence with her bear.
"For Christ’s sake, if you’re not going to let me bandage the damn arm I’m going to bed." With that she climbed into the bed that still had the sheets on it. "And if you wake me up even one minute before 8am, I will hurt you."
The Joker didn’t hear her, too busy conversing with Bruce. The bear had moved past the state of providing reassurance, and was now offering suggestions. The suggestion was to find herself a weapon and kill the woman before she could try any mind games.
She was inclined to agree, but it wasn’t happening. She was too interested in the redhead, infuriating and obnoxious though she was, and she couldn’t kill the woman until she either ceased to be interesting or did something so terrible it couldn’t be avoided. Bruce thought that was stupid, and the Joker didn’t dispute that, but that was the way it was.
Going to sleep might not have ranked highly on her list of great ideas, especially with a delusional clown talking to her proxy murder-voice in the form of a bear, but neither did staying awake so she slipped beneath the covers and pulled the pillow over her ears.
There is just no reason in this woman. Nothing logical that I can appeal to. She’s a sociopath with delusions and voices and all the stereotypical attributes that went with the word “crazy”.
"What the hell am I doing here?" she said out loud into the pillow, trying to force her mind clear. And then sleep came at last.
Renei giggles. “A batman pincushion?” She laughs a little harder. ” I know someone who would love one of those, and I bet its not who you think it is.” She chuckles.
Then she stands up. Hey I having eaten yet. Want to get something for lunch?” Renei asked. “My treat. Whatever’s good this is my first time at this mall.”
"Then you want Yo Quiero," Barbara suggested. "Best Tacos in five counties."
۩: My character will tell you how they feel about yours
"Barbara Gordon. I feel a lot of things. But all I can say is that I care about you. Deeply. More than I thought I would. You’ve…been there for me in dealing with my past by simply being there. By making me work through it when I wanted to just hide it away. So thank you for that.”Her lips pressed to his in mute worship. He’d turned out to be a man of contradiction and mystery which Barbara couldn’t wait to unravel. She would never admit it, but being in his arms like this made her feel safe. The admission would give him power she wasn’t ready to give up. There had been too many difficulties in the past to allow herself that freedom.
She broke the kiss with a wicked grin. “I know I do. I haven’t lost feeling everywhere.”
"I should hope not. Or else all my efforts are in vain." He returned with a low rumble in his chest as he held onto her. He hadn’t even noticed that since being around her, with her that he had become a bit more…touchy. Feeling. Almost clingy in some ways.
She was a rock to him his ocean of emotions and turmoils and he couldn’t bear to let go of her yet. Not let her go until he was finished with her. “If you were then you’d be entirely insatiable.”
"Who says I’m not?"
Leaning into him, drawing him into still deeper kisses, she wanted to make it clear that she would meet him push for push, pull for pull. And if he couldn’t get enough, neither could she. She would meet him and keep pace, occasionally outpacing him to allow him to make chase.
"Refined? You mean scruffy. And while I might like that look every now and again, I think you look much better clean shaven. Only men with weak chins should grow beards. And you, my darling, do not have a weak chin." She leaned in and kissed his cheek for emphasis. "Mmm. Smooth."
"What’s the difference?" He returned grinning still at her before sighing in agreement. "Fine, I’ll keep shaven. Though Lance rather agrees with me that its a nice look. But since I apparently have a strong chin I’ll keep it clean."
"I’ll be sure to remind you to shave," she promised, transitioning the discussion slightly. "And next time I see those grays, I’m just going to start calling you ‘Grandpa.’"
"No, I’m not going to leave," she agreed, her voice light, "but I am going to get off your back. But this may be a one time thing. Getting off your back. I reserve the right to get back on it when the mood strikes."
She leaned over, grasping the tightly tucked blankets with both hands and pulled until only her right leg was half-draped over the backs of Dick’s thighs. Leaving it there seemed right. Comfortable. Barbara pecked at his cheek. “I’m not the leaving kind.”
"You can ride, sit and climb on me whenever you please." He hummed out sleepily already feeling drowsy from the warmth she and the blanket seemed to radiate.
"You better not leave…I’ll hunt you down if you do."
She sighed happily. “I don’t doubt you would. And I wouldn’t leave you willingly.”
As sleep claimed her, she began to worry that something would come between them. It had happened more than once that she’d been taken, either to be fashioned into a weapon or to force her into admitting something. Usually both.
Barbara truly hoped that history wouldn’t repeat itself as a pair of intense eyes remained fixed in her mind.
"Barbara, what brought this on?" He asked from the book he read before speaking again. "You’re my lover. My love. And for the moment my savior. Is that enough?”
"I don’t know. That depends on what this is."
She played back the transcript of what she’d caught on the comms. It had hurt her. Deeply. Throwing him out and never letting him come back had occurred to her, but that seemed extreme.
What the hell is it with men who can’t commit? Assholes.
"Well? What do you have to say about this?" Of course, she’d been spying. Surveilling. It didn’t matter that it was off-time, or that it was not something she should’ve been listening to. She didn’t see herself as in the wrong.
He surprised himself as he burst into laughter at the evidence placed before him. The azure eyes glimmered with mischief. He should’ve known. He knew better than to let his guard down and slip, but he just thought she trusted him a bit more. His mistake. One that he’d rectify.
"You know. You’ll never hear anything you’ll like by spying." He hummed out keeping from reacting to the clear flirting. "And secondly thank you for reminding me of something I’d forgotten.”
"Thirdly." The dark haired assassin continued on as he walked by her with a stern look in his sapphire orbs. "I’m still adjusting to this world. I was only testing grounds. Seeing reactions. And if you listened clearly I said it wouldn’t work in the first place."
"So this was a test. Of who? Me, or her? Or our loyalties?" she shot back angrily. "I don’t know why I goddamn bothered. I’m starting to think inconstancy is the only constant among men named Dick."
She returned the kiss before giving him a playful shove. “Dork. Now go get your daughter, and I’ll climb into bed. To as to be all ready for the two of you to join me.”
In the distance, the wailing had mostly stopped. The infant was still making noise but it sounded altogether less angry and needy than it had twenty minutes before.
"I promise…I’ll be here when you come back," she said huskily. "But bring the playpen in. In case we need to set her aside to have some fun of our own."
"Yes mam!" He saluted before pressing a kiss to her head and releasing his hold on her moving to walk away when he heard the sound of her husky voice. He could only smirk at her words and send a meaningful wink towards her.
He stepped into the squalling baby’s room with a happy hum before scooping her up into his arms. It took five minutes worth of low monotone smooth talking and her cuddled up against his chest to get her to settle down, then a trip to the kitchen for a bottle of milk and to the bedroom.
"Here we are. Baby and me." He hummed crawling on the bed and towards her then placing the infant nursing a bottle down. "She’ll knock out in a minute. Trust me. I’ll be back in a sec, gonna go get that playpen cause daddy-" He grinned out lightly bopping Barbara’s nose then Rachelle’s. "-wants to play too."
The eyeroll which would ordinarily result from one of his smartass comments was forestalled by an expression of momentary panic. The little girl lay next to her on the bed, with the bottle having fallen aside. She started squalling as soon as her father had set her down.
And now, outside the room, the bastard had left them alone. Barbara turned slowly onto her side and took up the bottle. Just seeing the intensity of her daughter’s expression rise made her heart hurt. Still, she tried to feed the little girl. She wanted none.
"I want him here too," she said softly. "Just be patient. I know it doesn’t come easily for either one of us, but sometimes, things work out."