arejustice

[arejustice]

i think the worst thing i've found with ST so far is the mike/eleven romance like. was that necessary

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🔫 do karaoke with him

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reverence

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hmm just popping in here to remind you how talented and wonderful you are ♡ seriously my dash is better with you on it

BESTIE !!!!! my dash is so much better with you on it i'm so glad to have gained u as a mutual bc of the masterpiece that is the batman!!!!! thank u for existing 🥹

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* GOODFELLAS (1990) PROMPTS ,

you fucking piece of shit!

you're a pistol, you're really funny. you're really funny.

for a second i thought i was dead.

he didn't mean anything by it.

why do you always do this to me?

he's gone, and we couldn't do nothing about it.

what the fuck you looking at?

never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.

i'm an average nobody.

you see anybody fucking around with this shit, you're going to tell me, right?

maybe you didn't hear about it, you've been away a long time.

funny how? what's funny about it?

after awhile, it got to be all normal.

relax, will you?

it means you belong to a family and crew.

i settle down with a nice girl every night, then i'm free the next morning.

you were always fucking late.

don't put too many onions in the sauce.

come on fuckos, let's go for a ride.

what do you want to tell me now, tough guy?

you gotta watch out for kids like this.

all right, so he got shot in the foot, what is it, a big fucking deal?

for us to live any other way was nuts.

i didn't even ask you anything.

it didn't mean anything.

your murderers come with smiles, they come as your friends, the people who've cared for you all of your life.

who the fuck asked you anything?

i knew it, i knew it, i knew it, i knew it.

i should fucking kill you!

you don't wanna say a fucking word to me, you don't have to.

i don't want any more of that shit.

if we wanted something, we just took it.

what's right is right. you understand what i'm talking about?

that's the hardest part.

killing's got to be accepted: murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line.

why don't you go fuck yourself?

what am i supposed to do? shoot him?

you got it all wrong.

you keep away from my husband, you hear me?

i amuse you?

i'm here to fucking amuse you?

how the fuck am i funny, what the fuck is so funny about me?

what do you want from me?

i didn't want to get blood on your floor.

i'll tell you something, go fuck your mother.

security? you're looking at it.

just give him his money so we can get the fuck outta here!

we always called each other good fellas.

get the fuck out of here!

i asked you for a favour, i do a lot of fucking favours for you, don't i?

i almost had him.

what do you mean I'm funny?

i'm sorry, i didn't mean to offend you.

i swear to my fucking mother, if you touch her again, you're dead!

i wonder about you sometimes.

the way i saw it, everybody takes a beating sometime.

what the fuck is the world coming to?

there was nothing that we could do about it.

be ready in a minute.

that fucking bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking head!

we're supposed to be there by nine.

what's got into you?

you got some nerve standing me up like that last night!

you may fold under questioning.

they always seem to come at a time that you're at your weakest and most in need of their help.

she'll kill him but she won't divorce him.

i got respect for this kid.

sometimes you don't sound like you're kidding.

i don't give a fuck.

if anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.

hey fuckhead, i'm talking to you.

stop with those fucking drugs, they're making your mind into mush.

he was so pissed off, he didn't even say goodbye.

none of it seemed like crime.

you stupid bastard, i can't fucking believe you.

fuck you, pay me.

as far back as i can remember i always wanted to be a gangster.

i'm only kidding with you.

don't give them the satisfaction, the fucks.

believe me, you don't have to worry.

everything was for the taking, and now it's all over.

i'm not mad, i'm proud of you.

whoever sold you those suits had a wonderful sense of humour.

who the hell do you think you are?

you got a little bit out of order yourself.

it's a good story, it's funny, you're a funny guy.

i would've been dead.

let me understand this cause, ya know maybe it's me, i'm a little fucked up maybe.

look what this fucking mutt did to my shoes.

what are you, stupid or what?

today everything is different; there's no action.

tell me what's funny!

the only way they could make extra money, real extra money, was to go out and cut a few corners.

you're gonna like this guy, he's all right, he's a good fella.

at least hear what i have to say.

it means that nobody can fuck around with you.

i don't understand you!

you're hanging around my fucking neck like a vulture, like impending danger.

they whacked him! they fucking whacked him!

you know why? it was outta respect.

they didn't look very good; they look beat up.

i got to admit the truth, it turned me on.

put the fucking pot down!

if you're part of a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to kill you, doesn't happen that way.

good for you! don't take no shit off nobody.

it's gonna be a good summer.

this drink is better than sex, baby.

anything i wanted was a phone call away.

i felt he used too many onions, but it was still a very good sauce.

you should be sorry.

you got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules.

by the way, i took care of that thing for you.

thought he'd never shut the fuck up.

you're a fucking mumbling stuttering little fuck, you know that?

don't make a jerk out of me, just don't do it.

that's how fast it takes for a guy to get whacked.

[arejustice]

in other news i just applied for a masters degree so wish me luck <3

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okay who wants to be followed by my harvey d/ent blog when i actually have the time to set him up 😌

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meme call !

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If YoU are TaLeNtEd, please. Do not lie... ( It's u and u know it's true )

I LOVE YOU

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Ily sm youre so talented and fresh never stop being u bop to the top

SERA STOP WHAT IF I START CRYING AND PEOPLE REALISE IM A SENSITIVE BITCH

[arejustice]

Your obsession with The Riddler/Paul Dano is a bit concerning.

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

[arejustice]

give me a riddle xo

what has two thumbs and no parents

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gentsleuth​:

❝   you ever think about switching your whole  schtick?   or maybe just  sprucing it up  a little?  i think a nice  green suit  would work a lot better than whatever ancient  diver garment you’ve got going on right now.   ❞  ​

“        not all of us orphans have the wayne legacy to fund us some fancy suits,     detective.        ———        haven’t you been listening?      ”

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woodbury​:

“     far enough .     ”          feet to floor ,     the detective remains splayed out with a carefully placed ego slipping from his lap .     he’s slouching ,     essentially .     with a finely tuned expression resembling something impeccably close to annoyingly obnoxious .     the face of a real detective :     the facade among thieves and murderers .     the facade especially reserved for the sick and twisted .          “     ah ,     that’s an easy leg to stand on .     isn’t it ,     huh ?     the suffering freak ?     ”          head sways with a blink ;     if the detective didn’t chose to appear so amused ,     he’d be annoyed instead .     sidestepping the call to his own reflection on the matter ,     he clicks his tongue .     interrogation is routine by now :     imprinted on the back of his eyes like he was born with it there .          “     you telling me everyone’s corrupt ?     is that it ,     nashton ?     we’re all the same ,     we’re all fighting a system ?     but not everyone floods a city ,     do they ..     nah .     nah ,     ‘cause if they did ,     what’ll make you so special then ,     huh ?     how else will you get the attention ?     ”

the detective’s been craving for something like this to wipe over the city like a plague .     perhaps it what deranges him from his station ,     or perhaps thinking like that is what make’s him fit in .          “     i’m just tryna’ help you ,     ”          the detective lies ,          “     i got called in to speak to you ,     y’know that ?     ain’t that lucky ?     yeah ..     not one corrupt constabulary wanted to speak to you     ––or ,     to someone like us ,     right ?     ”          loki watches him like a flame .     tending an unpredictable fire ,     throwing kindling and salt in the pit to change the nature of the flames .     he hopes to do the same to edward .          “     maybe we’re all the same ,     but people are people .     you and me ?     say we are the same ,     we should know that more than anyone then .     there’ll always be a hierarchy ,     you’re just on the bottom .     freaks usually are .     ”

the detective looks to you like a man who revels in the chaos:       not so much of a perpetrator,      but the person who will take the time to mend the order of it all,        like finishing a jigsaw.      you learned rapidly that orphans like yourself needed to be needed,        orchestrating your own intemperate attentions where a loveless youth had fallen incredibly short.        facades seem to fit you both well:       plotting your features with a respective reclusiveness where beneath you reeked of only desperation,       of that deep-disguised desire to be utterly adored by someone.        anyone.         (you knew thoroughly the very particular loneliness of it all.)         and you knew he knew it too.      that’s why you could so easily lose yourself to your online persona,         pixellated praise filling the comment section by the hundred beneath each of your tempestuous tirades,        worshipping every single word that left your mouth like it was gospel.        for the first time in your life you had felt seen by someone,       heard.       loved.

a hero will then meet hero,       though you each dabble in considerably alternative fields.      you’d read about his recent successes.       you thought from which maybe the detective could be the one who would understand,       when that almost imperceptible likeness you each share becomes apparent throughout your well-cultivated exchange.       freak slashes a nerve,      though you smile simply in the knowledge that he is making attempts to inflame you. 

“         not anymore.       i did something,      changed something.      carmine falcone is dead.       don’t you see?        gotham will never be the same.       ”

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wlsons​:

«    ᴜɢʜ    …    ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ    ʏᴏᴜ    ᴊᴜꜱᴛ    ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ    ᴍᴇ    ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ    ?    »    tired    of    his    voice    ,    his    constant    talking    ,    chattering    -    almost    senseless    (    worse    than    his    own    )    roll    of    his    eyes    ,    stopping    in    his    tracks    to    look    behind    him    .    «    I    know    ,    I    know    ,    no    need    to    thank    me    again    .    I    KNOW    !    I    freed    us    from    that    shitshow    of    a    prison    ,    but    that    doesn’t    mean    you    have    to    run    after    me    .    go    ,    BE    FREE    you    funky    little    riddler    ,    and    stop    ANNOYING    me    .»

↳@arejustice​ .

roots are contrived of repeated rejection,      so perhaps that’s what causes you to latch onto others you encounter just that bit more than what might be considered ordinary.      your wounded eyes speak only of desperation,       of love and wonderment.      you had not yet experienced what reciprocation was like,       falsified moments of nurture that your mind only ever exacerbated through untamed imagination.        you traded stories and concocted conundrums through the minute gaps in shared walls,       and his sudden ostracism inflicts nothing short of devastation.        wade required only the map of your mind,       your proficient memory:         you were simply a means to an end inside of a place he did not plan on staying in.       and then your usefulness subsided,       and the mercenary discarded you.        just as everyone else always had.

“      i wasn’t——     trying to annoy you.      i just...      thought we were friends.     ”

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enbrann​:

it was hollow,   a hole carved into the throat,   more howl than laugh.          it was dark,   sinister            no,   i was just tired of this bullshit.          gaze,   like the falsified chuckle,   was dead     &     hollow.          “   AREN’T YOU A FUNNY LITTLE GUY,   ”          i hate riddles but he seems to like them.

            smoke - tainted fingers grasp on the very own throat,   stiffle the laugh     &     scratch away what was left of it.          “   i’ll give you one   [   a riddle   ],   too.          that sittin’ alright with you?   ”          doesn’t matter,   i’ll tell anyway.

“   if i drink,   i die.          if i eat,   i live.      ��   WHAT AM I?   ”

starter for:   @enigmatiq​​

you delighted in a game,      puzzles permanently permeating the mind:     you lived your life in perpetual wonderment,        the inhospitable hauntings of whys.        (why me?      what’s wrong with me?      what did i do?)        tortured by the same age-old questions of your maltreated youth,        you make them your solace.        they snatch your throat in one lithe moment and you whine,        an unexpected pain pervading your trachea and a new proximity shared taking you by surprise.        you were sure she could kill you with a snap of her wrist,       but you smile simply.

“      ohhhhh——      that’s easy!       ”        you muster out after a breathless chuckle,        the scent of burning embers tickling your senses and you forget your fear for the sake of rapture in an unanticipated riddle returned to you.       “      you’re fire...    ”