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my peace has always depended on the ashes in my wake. / ind. frank castle. mcu w/ 616 influences. written by october. #warjournaling. PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG.
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to own the night. / written by lyssa. prev. crimefright.
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THIS IS A DETECTIVE STORY. / ind. batman. multi - everything. formerly crimefright.
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THIS IS A DETECTIVE STORY. / ind. batman. multi - everything. formerly crimefright.
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THIS IS A DETECTIVE STORY. / ind. batman. multi - everything. formerly crimefright.
#new blog new me xx#self promo /#gonna queue this a few times for then next week or so (?)#i gotta move my drafts over n stuff#but yes love me lol
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It's late n my new blog is a mess still and will be for the rest of the week, but I'll be moving to @capednight slowly but surely I'll make a proper promo later but i just want y'all to know I'm in the process of archiving & moving lol
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notaquawoman.
❝ i’ve very briefly stepped foot in this one and the one superman is from – ah, and washington d.c.? but those are all experiences that i would hardly call good ones. ❞ her brows raise at his words – wilder than anything she’s encountered? she’s the queen of an underwater jail and a fabled city. he could try her. ❝ i feel like you’re talking the place up now. hopefully it lives up to all these expectations. ❞
“WELL,” bruce amends. gotham is a city that never sleeps, and he knows that all too well. however, there’s a fondness for his city, ever present, and the pride to show an outsider never escapes him either. especially one such as mera. the smile grows on his features. “gotham’s a little different. very duplicitous. i’ll show you around, if you so dare.”
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hello, babies. welcome to earth. it’s hot in the summer & cold in the winter. it’s round & wet & crowded. on the outside, babies, you’ve got a hundred years here. there’s only one rule that i know of, babies ——— goddammit, you’ve got to be kind.
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Batman saves Two Face in Justice League Action: “Double Cross”
#dosdeux#⟨⟨ RELATION. ⟩⟩ the prince and his knight.#bruce wayne would die for harvey dent / two face never forget#gifs /
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only love can truly save the world / this is my world an independent & selective dceu clark kent. written by addie.
#here i am#ready to die for addie#i would die for her? lay down my life for her?#when i know she would just roast mefor it?#follow her tho pls#promo.
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i want the timeline where instead of tim drake’s ‘batman needs a robin’ it’s stephanie brown’s ‘i’m going to fight crime and defy my abusive dad all on my own no matter what you say’ who eventually becomes the third robin.
batman would’ve wanted her to stop and spoiler would be all ‘lol no’ and batman doesn’t want another partner after jason but spoiler sometimes reminds him of jason in the best of ways and she’s not giving him the option she doesn’t even want to be his partner she’s just gonna do her own thing with or without his help.
he would’ve brought her in eventually and maybe just as spoiler because jason’s death still haunts his every moment and he sees a lot of jason in steph and it hurts but they aren’t bad memories and he sometimes still compares them but it’s the good things that make him smile about jason and eventually maybe he’d give her the suit and let robin fly again
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The Maltese Falcon | directed by John Huston | written by John Huston, Dashiell Hammett | 1941
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alghul.
Brown limbs did not yet unfurl, nor scarred arms which cradled her to his chest, but she did release a gentle sound, fingertips sinking into greying hair. If it were up to her, they would never have to leave the confines of one another’s embrace, this constant heat and the carnality which signified their love. Who would they be when they could not be here, alone, nothing more than who they were always meant to be? In languid movement soaked by climax she sat up, and gave a hot kiss to his lower lip. “ Take me home, Bruce. “ She had accustomed herself to the knowledge quickly; he would have no other home than Gotham, and she would have none other than where ever he was too. “ I think… I’m ready. “
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CALLOUSED FINGERS curl dark locks, almost idle, as his eyes close to bask in the bliss of the moment. the breeze through the window, salty and fresh, the feel of talia pressed against him. the sheets are more wrinkled than usual and he likes it, the warmth under crisp white linen from their bodies against each other, unabashedly nude. the fingers halt in their movements when she speaks, gaze flicking down to meet hers seriously.
home. bruce considers that word, knows already what she means but realizes it anyway. the fingers in her hair move to tip up her chin, inclining her to look at him. “are you?” he asks, not a trace of mockery in his tone. “i will, if you’re ready. damian will be… enthused.”
there’s a small smile at that, then.
“… i would like that.”
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Downtown KC, film
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christian Dior (1959), Jeanne lanvin (1926) and schiaparelli (1958) tags
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earnedstripes.
getting out of new york had been more difficult than steve imagined. but with his face circulating on the twenty four hour news cycle, he couldn’t stay so close to home. especially not when it would put his friends at risk. gotham was an easy choice. one of natasha’s safehouses was already stationed there & no one was going to notice another criminal creeping into the city already full the the brim with crime. no one, of course, but batman. steve doesn’t even see him fully in the light before he reacts. he’s a hulking figure — looming in a dark corner of the room with the city lights cast over him. his gut reaction is to lash out & throw something but his hands are empty. he has long since lost this shield on his arm.
instead steve roots himself where he stands in the hallway. he doesn’t step any closer to him knowing he’s at a disadvantage. he’s in civilian wear with no weaponry or tactical clothing to protect him. all his has is his fists ( & a pair of heavy hiking boots. ) but he has something else which batman might not be counting on. he has absolutely nothing to lose.
his brow lifts when he speaks. steve is unconvinced. ❝ says the man who broke in here, ❞ he says, still not stepping any closer to him. even if he says he’s not there for a fight, steve can feel one lurking around the corner.
STARK WHITE LENSES narrow in the dark, not moving a muscle. he sees rogers tense, ready to fight, but that isn’t what he came to do. regardless, if it must happen, the bat is always prepared for a brawl of some kind. the gaze flicks briefly from rogers’ features to his hand -- no shine of metal in the iron dark. no shield. it doesn’t make steve less of a threat, but he doesn’t quite anticipate any blunt force objects hurled at him anytime soon.
“i wanted your attention.” the bat quips, lips a thin line though humored, despite himself. he advances toward him, slow and cautious, as if approaching a wild tiger, hands up. an illusion, of course, because even the gloves are weaponized to suit his needs and, even without the suit, a formidable adversary in combat.
“i don’t want to arrest you, rogers. i would prefer we collaborate. our interests align.”
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