Juana

The characters have changed so much from season 1 to 3 (I won’t be watching 4 or 5). Alisha especially, so it’s honestly refreshing to see Alisha be such a bitch and her and Nathan get along so well while they’re having a laugh at Curtis (poor Curtis lol).

Honestly, I wish that guy from the start survived simply to see how he’d fit in the dynamic. Curtis eventually eases off and becomes just as much of a dick as the others but that guy (I think his name was Gary?) was so quick to anger I bet Nathan and Alisha would have a ball with him.

Anyways!

I watched this British show called Misfits so there’s this half-baked (actually it’s raw) idea of Robert as a probation officer and the team of heroes as a group of people serving community service then they get hit with a storm and that’s how they get their powers.

Also yes Flambae does get into a relationship with the probation officer, fuck off.

Even if this is an alt universe it could work as pre-dispatch (tho that’s a little wonky since you’re born with your powers but WHATEVER)

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The bar’s warm, warm in a way that it wasn’t before, letting Chelsea know the flush on her cheeks is solely from the amount of shots she’s been taking with Alice.

Her elbows rest on the counter with her palm under her chin, her fingers pressing her cheek, as she stared fondly at her best friend singing proudly on the karaoke stand a few feet away from their drinks. The rest of the z team is here too, spread throughout the room.

She knows Victor and Colm are swindling suckers out of their money through card games, Janelle is playing darts, Mal is having an arm wrestling match with a guy as big as hulk, Bruno’s outside with a group of smokers, Courtney’s in the bathroom, and Herman is sitting front row to Alice’s impromptu concert with the most sickeningly look of love on his face.

Belatedly, she realizes she’s missing someone—

“Do you think Alice is going to give anyone else a turn?” A smooth low voice murmurs next to her.

Chelsea turns her gaze to Robin. The stick-in-the-ass dispatcher with bags as deep as a suitcase and enough issues to send a psychiatrist to a mental hospital. The image of that makes Chelsea unwillingly snort.

Robin’s gaze snaps to hers from where it had been focused amusingly on Alice. Under her gaze, Chelsea swallowed. “No,” She answered. Chelsea wants to look away from Robin’s prodding gaze but she knows if she does, she’ll lose their unspoken staring contest and she refuses to lose.

“Why? You want to get your ass up there and show her up?” She asks,

Robin’s lips quirk up. “I wouldn’t want to hurt everyone else’s ears with my voice.” She says, the tip of her finger circles over her glass of liquor.

Somehow, Chelsea distantly thinks, she doubts that would be the case.

Instead, she what comes out her mouth is, “Plus, you’d probably upset her audience.” Robin raises a brow so Chelsea clarifies, “Wetfartboy? Practically drooling over there.”

“Don’t call him that.” Robin said, her tone firm. A small shiver runs down Chelsea’s spine. Robin doesn’t notice, thankfully, not with her gaze straying back to the stage. “I think his crush is sweet.” Her tone is much softer as she looks at Herman.

Chelsea shrugs, “it’s not like I can stop it.” She murmurs. Nor does she want to, she internally adds. Try as Chelsea might to hate Herman, she knows that he’d be good for Alice. Would soften her rough edges nicely.

“You know it’s kind of funny,” Robin smiles. She picks up her glass and swallows down half of it. When she places the glass back on the table, her eyes lock into Chelsea’s. “I used to have a crush on you.”

For a second, Chelsea thinks she might be deaf. Well, the better term is hard of hearing. And it’s plausible for that whole second. Not once in a million years would Chelsea think those words would come out of Robin’s mouth. The same Robin that has, ever since she worked here, berate and chide each member of the z team, Chelsea especially.

Chelsea blinks rapidly. “What.” She mumbles.

“I did,” Robin’s still smiling, as though it was the easiest thing in the world to admit. And for her, it probably was. There’s an amused twinkle in her eye as she teases, “Can’t be that unbelievable, can it?”

Chelsea scoffs, “Of course not, bitch. I’m fucking amazing.” Her eyes narrow at Robin suspiciously. “I’m just surprised that you had a crush on me.”

“It was back when I first started working at SDN,” Robin told her. With a chuckle, she says, “Don’t get me wrong, I still hated you.” Her head tilted to the side. “My brain just didn’t seem to always get the memo and I discovered why Janelle reads so much hate sex.”

Hate sex. Those words seem to echo in Chelsea’s mind. Unwillingly, a few images materialize in her brain. Various positions, insults traded back and forth, the type of passion and friction that would send her—

“What happened then?” Chelsea blurts out.

Robin leaned forward, crossing her arms over the bar countertop. She gave Chelsea a small shrug, “I got over myself.”

Before Chelsea could respond, Robin downed the rest of her liquor and stood up from the bar chair. Chelsea watched as Robin walked away to the table where Mandy and, recently, Courtney were making out at.

It’s not a big deal. A simple crush, one that Robin already stated she grew from. Something she moved on from and is able to function without dying of thirst being in the presence of Chelsea.

If anything, she’s flattered. Smug, too. It’s the type of information she’d tell Alice, the type of thing she’d brag about on the comms com Monday morning. Robin would chide her but Chelsea can’t imagine Robin embarrassed of all things. Certainly not after spilling the secret to Chelsea.

But a small part of her wants to keep this secret to herself. It’s personal. And, even if Robin is chill about it, it’s a vulnerable thing to admit.

And a not-so-smaller and so much more insistent part of her wants to pick at it. There’s questions running through her mind. When did the crush really start? Did anyone else notice? What did Robin picture of them? Did she ever get off thinking about—

“Shit.” Chelsea huffs. She shouldn’t care. Really, she shouldn’t. Robin isn’t the first to have a crush on her and damn sure won’t be the last.

Robin *sexually repressed since her teen years*: should we slow down having sex?

Less likely is it for himself and instead for others but that doesn’t make it any less appealing for me.

As a black woman, I am so excited and so happy to see the amount of appreciation posts for black characters in all of my fandoms.

Black people have come a long way and it took a while for us to be represented in media without stereotypical roles and racial bias. To show everyone else that we can be bigger than just ‘the black best friend’, ‘the thug’, ‘the mammy’, or ‘the angry black woman’. We can be just as complex and expressive as anyone else because we are like everyone else.

Because dispatch is the fandom I’m currently posting about (and is a fandom most of my followers and mutuals interact with me about)

I have to talk about Prism!

I have my own personal gripes about the way they threw jokes at Prism in Dispatch and it’s nothing that other black women haven’t talked about before. It’s in the episode of someone getting cut from the z team after their first shift where Robert confronts them about their behavior and tells them their phoenixes. Prism says that they need a better dispatcher and Robert tells her that he’s right here, Nikki Mirage.

That’s not the tasteless joke. It’s actually funny because of Nicki Minaj’s mix of rap and pop and her colorful scheme that she presents herself with. What isn’t funny is the Cardi C joke that follows after (which is weird because there’s correlation to Prism nor Cardi B). Now, to clarify, I don’t think Robert is racist, I just think the writers are weird for that joke.

If the z team wasn’t presented in the game as aggressive, loud, chaotic, and crude, this post would’ve been about how Prism is presented in the game (and this post would’ve been posted ages ago because trust I would’ve been ON IT) but she is just as rude and crude as anyone else on that team. Thankfully.

I’m glad that dispatch post went and gave her powers like this. I was getting sick and tired of seeing blacks people with only lightning powers. This is MUCH more interesting and I have so many questions about how her powers work! Ugh, I love prism soo much! And she’s a pop star! She’s such a great character to me and I have been obsessed with her but I don’t even post her as often as other characters.

That’s a fault of mine, I shall rectify that soon enough, promise.

I’m always glad to see black women represented in media. Which brings me to my next character, Coupe!

Without that assassin thing, her whole quiet, blunt, and sometimes shy demeanor is soo cute to me. And she’s a nerd too. lol. She’s practically me. I’m also very interested in her powers, the way she controls her shadows, AND I’m interested in her wings. As far as I know, they’re just apart of her costume but that makes me so curious on why she decides on wings.

I know she was a villain (if you cut her) in the game but she was soo cool as a villain like she had more reasons for it, it felt more personal. Especially because Sonar’s fight as a villain came off more…silly? Like I was cringing. Sorry. (I like Sonar, don’t think I don’t).