it's gonna be a (valentine's day) hot mess

[leatherboots]

Forced Honesty Meme: Valentine's Edition

1. Post your character
2. Bam! Now they can only tell the truth!
3. Tag around! Ask people stuff (shippy stuff?? or generic!) and get some honest answers!
4. Profit Despair

Comments

[madlove]

Ok, first of all, Sharp Tooth is the most underrated villain in all animation ever.

Second of all, one movie hardly makes a marathon and you know I won't watch any of those movies beyond the first one. Once they start singing it's game over.

And third of all, if he was a dick maybe I would have picked out some really shitty movies to torment him but he's not so I didn't.

God. When did the guy piss in your Cheerios?

[bodilesswarrior]

Frankly, you should have left him when he didn't cry over Littlefoot's mother.

[madlove]

No one with a soul didn't cry over Littlefoot's mother.

[criminallysane]

This is a Sugar Pops household and you know it.

[ Okay, okay, so they're technically called Corn Pops now. But that's not their real name, that's just marketing babble, and it's a stupid-sounding name, besides. Who the hell wants to eat something called Corn Pops?

He doesn't even notice that he's still indirectly included Harley in his household. ]

The two of you seem to be getting awfully close, that's all. Which frankly says nothing good about either of your tastes.

[madlove]

[ Harley will eat Raisin Bran so.

Although this is a cross between a twisted “aw you do care” and annoying. The fact that she’s being interrogated over watching some movies and choosing not to sleep on a park bench is pretty much infuriating.

Where does he get off highjacking her life (which, ok, she was complicit in), breaking her heart, and then getting pissy about any of her life choices regardless of what they are, but especially when they’re so innocent? ]

You kicked me out, remember? I can get close to anyone I want.

And, by the way, maybe you’re the one with bad taste.

[criminallysane]

Did I say you couldn't? No.

[ He wants to say, 'I couldn't care less, either way,' but for some reason, the words just won't come out. Damn honesty meme!

Instead, he has to settle for, ] You want to shack up with some second-rate wannabe, that's your prerogative.

[madlove]

What the actual fuck?

I stay at Barbara’s some nights. Am I shacking up with her too?

[criminallysane]

You tell me! You're the one on the meme.

[madlove]

You’re a dick.

[ Hey, she’s being honest. ]

I’m not shacking up with anyone.

[ Although, at this point, she’d probably be lying about that on principle if the name of the game wasn’t forced honesty. ]

[criminallysane]

Keeping your options open, are you?

[ Does it hurt less to think that perhaps this thing with Quentin is just a quick two- or three-day fling, rather than her new normal? It does, actually. ]

Wait— since when are you and Barbara on sleepover terms?

[madlove]

Worrying whether I have someone around to fuck ranks somewhere below “were Ancient Aliens real?” and above “do Flat Earthers have a point?”

You... actually think that after all that my first concern was finding someone to sleep with?

[ She’s actually dumbfounded for a moment. She gets it: she’s wild and crazy and not very stable. But she hadn’t realized until now just what a selfish, vapid bitch he must have been viewing her as this whole time. ]

Round about when you took off at the beginning of February and ditched me. So thanks for that.

[ The thanks somehow being both sincere (for allowing her to get to know Babs) and sarcastic (for leaving her high and dry without so much as a shoulder to lean on). ]

[criminallysane]

Not to sleep with. [ He actually looks offended, as if she's suggesting that sex were ever the main point of anything between them. That was a major part of it, yes, but never the primary motivator, surely. ]

But to tell you what to do. [ And there's that smug, condescending Joker smile on full display for her again, the one that says, I'm right and we both know it. ]

I mean, let's face it, Harley: you were never a plan-it-yourselfer. It's only logical that you'd immediately gravitate toward someone else who could give you a sense of direction in life.

[madlove]

I'm doing just fine leading myself around by the nose, thanks.

[ Which... is surprisingly true. There's clearly still some of the old Harleen in there because trying to bring some order back to her life isn't as difficult as it could have been. She's not happy, and she's spent a decent chunk of time crying into her cereal, but she's got enough to do with herself that she doesn't feel like she's just spinning her wheels. Or to feel like she's in need of someone puppeteering her around. ]

Maybe the problem was just that you're an overbearing jerk.

[criminallysane]

[ It seems to him that she's anything but fine, but hey, okay, what does he know?

If she thinks she doesn't need him, fine. He doesn't need her, either.

Really. Honest. ]

Whatever you need to tell yourself, Toots.

Let's stop with the chit-chat then, shall we? I'd hate to be overbearing. And I do have so many other things to do.

You go have fun with your nose pulling.

[madlove]

[ Oh, she's definitely far from fine in the general sense. But when it comes to leading herself around, Harleen's got that covered, and she's technically Harleen, which makes for a nice little loophole here.

She'd also love to be able to tell him that she doesn't give a shit if he goes to take care of all that stuff he has to do, but that would be an outright lie.

At least she hasn't embarrassingly broken down and begged him to take her back yet. ]

Sure. Whatever. Try not to get murdered again.