#and also A BILLIONAIRE

[soapywankenopy]

Taylor Swift is power-mad methinks

That is not to say that she has always been the picture of perfection, I'm just saying now she's being mean more loudly. Like I used to be a pretty big swiftie, like I went to the eras tour and I have several of her albums on vinyl, I've listened to probably at least 99% of the songs she's put out (excluding ttpd) and a good chunk of her unreleased stuff. I know the gaylor lore. I have my theories about which songs are about which people and all that.

All this to say, there got to be a point where I could not stand behind her actions anymore. I get that her music is not for everyone, but I like it. I just can't defend her actions anymore, so I can't say I'm a fan. So I'm in this weird space where people still think of me as like "a big taylor swift fan" and they ask me things, and I have to preface them with, "well it's complicated and i wouldn't really consider myself a fan anymore and I'm kind of detached." I have her blocked on Spotify because even listening to her music makes me feel guilty because I don't think she's a good person, and I don't want to be supporting a billionaire.

People defend her, but to me, she is nothing more than a greedy billionaire who only speaks up about something if it benefits her private jet budget.

Like how can you have that much power and not talk about the terrifying things that are happening around the world? How can you claim to be a feminist and then repeatedly push other female artists' albums down by releasing the 57th variant of your album?

This post was all over the place, and I'm sorry, I just needed to put my thoughts out there. It just really bothers me that I used to defend her and defend her and defend her, and it didn't matter. It also bothers me that there are people who don't have a legitimate reason for hating her, and they just spread hate everywhere. I can't say I hate her, but I can say that I don't think she's a good person, and I think she's kind of a mean girl.

[markwateneymemorialcrater]

Please note. The orange one is not included because A. He isn’t a billionaire. And B. Calling him obnoxious is too kind for him.

[adobe-outdesign]

Neopets discourse is always funny to me because whenever drama starts up 90% of the time it's over something that's just objectively really silly

For example, right now there's neo-billionaires threatening to quit the site over a rare item being released, which wouldn't be funny except the item in question is a tiny pea wearing a Santa hat

[breesperez139]

DC x DP Prompt #8

“Danyal?” Damian almost couldn’t believe it. His dead little brother, alive, right before his eyes.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” His confusion was palpable. Danyal did not know who Damian was, did not remember, but he could. Damian could take him back home to his father and siblings and—”

Danyal’s phone rang startling them both. He glanced down at it and quickly answered, “Hi mom—sorry—no I’m headed there right now—it’s fine, I’ll be there soon—okay—okay—bye mom, love you”.

Ah. So he already has a family.

“Sorry about that, uhh, is something wrong?”

“Apologies. You merely look like someone I once knew”. Not the truth but not a complete lie either. He and his brother have not seen each other since they were both children. They are practically strangers now.

“Oh, no worries dude! I got to go now before my mom sends out a search party to find me” he jested. How very Danyal of him. If only they had a little more time together, perhaps things could have been different.

“Yes, of course. It was nice seeing you”. Danyal gave him a hesitant smile before he ran off, but seeing it made Damian inexplicably happy.

“Why’d you let him go?” Timothy asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. His presence was not welcome at the moment but he supposed answering a question or two wouldn’t hurt.

“I took away my brother’s happiness once before. I will not make the same mistake again.”

[fell-contract]

don't be shy, fight the collapse of society by becoming a sexual deviant!

[ilostmygenderalongwithmydignity]

Bruce figuring out Captain Marvel is a kid because of him saying some brainrot nonsense he’s heard his kids say is always fantastic, but I think it’d be even funnier if, as a result of the absolute fucking gremlins he calls family, he automatically contributes like a sleeper agent. Like

Captain Marvel: I only have 69¢

Batman, not looking up from his paperwork in the corner, in the most friendly and excited tone the League has ever heard from him: You know what that means! :D

And all of them turn to stare at him just in time to see him give his patented Disappointed Sigh™️, directed at himself for once, and look into the distance as if questioning every single decision that led to this moment. The League is in shock. The younger heroes didn’t think Batman knew what Vine was. Nightwing is laughing so hard he’s sobbing on the floor, because Dick knows damn well it was HIM who caused that

[non-binary-lil-star]

I think it'd be really funny if the JLA members were talking about how they jugle parenting and being a hero and whatnot and Bruce enters and they're like 'no way this guy knows anything about this, children are probably terrified of him'

Barry: Oh yeah! Totally get that man, the other day I was looking after my nephew and my sister warned me he was in a gaming phase but I had no idea how long kids these days spend playing videogames

Oliver: My kids like sports better, I think. One time I asked to play mineart with them and they laughed at me

Clark: Jon's always playing that one!

* Enters Bruce in all his goth glory *

Clark: Oh, Hey Batman! Is it time for the meeting yet? We were chatting about our kids :)

Bruce: No. The meeting will be in 23 minutes.

Bruce:

Barry: Anyway... I mean... *clears throat *

Clark: So we can chat some more! It's always good to find things in common. You're welcome to join, Batman. :D

Barry:

Oliver:

Barry: Superman... I'm not sure Batman would have anything to contribute to our conversation

Clark: Why??

Oliver: He's just... He just doesn't seem like the type to like kids, that's all.

Bruce:

Bruce, looking at them with black shadow eyes of someone who never left his teen emo phase: I have five children

Clark:

Barry:

Oliver:

Barry: WHAT

[shrugsinchinese]

Day 5 of Billy Batson week, this one is dedicated to all the 12 year old Dad Billy AU’s out there, especially when Kon’s the one being adopted

Part 2 here

Also I really want to know what the salary of a justice leaguer would be, is it a 401k? Can it support one person or a family? Or is it just above minimum wage? Do they even get dental?

[the-beacons-of-minas-tirith]

As someone who believes in empathy, kindness, and communication, I cannot condone gun violence.

However,,,,

[Picture ID: a meme including a photo of a fast food cup at a soda fountain, with someone pressing two buttons at once to pour two different sodas into the same cup. Over one of the soda brands reads the text “Violence, especially gun violence, is bad and creates more problems than it solves, and has no place in a humane and civilized society”. Over the other soda brand is text that reads “Billionaires fucking around and finding out is kinda funny”. End ID]

[appropriatelystupid]

Katie McGrath "The Ex-Wife"

[fromdove]

ㅤㅤ ⁞ 𝓑RUCE 𝓦AYNE

ㅤㅤㅤ𝓦HEN 𝓗E'S 𝓘N 𝓛OVE 𝓗EADCANONS !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ୨୧

— bruce wayne when he's in love hcs ᵎᵎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

— bruce wayne x fem!reader ᵎᵎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

© fromdove— All rights reserved. Reposting, translation, or modification of these works is strictly prohibited, regardless of whether credit is given.

∿　 　 . `💭` ㆍ

ok so. bruce. yeah. bruce in love. god. where do we even BEGIN??

⤷ first of all. he doesn’t even know it’s love at first. he thinks it’s concern. which is hilarious. like babe why are you “concerned” that i didn’t text you back for two hours. why are you staring at my location dot like it’s a bomb countdown. why are you outside my building like “you didn’t seem okay.” no, mr bat. that’s called caring. welcome to it

⤷ once he knows he loves you, once it clicks, it’s game over. like. you’ve won. you’ve captured the flag and the bat and the emotionally unavailable man behind the mask. the batcomputer has been updated to prioritise your location. alfred knows your coffee order. and lucius has seen probably your selfies by accident.

⤷ he does grand gestures to make your life easier. he will clear your schedule with a level of quiet power that would make an oligarch weep. he will pull strings you didn’t know existed just so you have an extra day off to rest. you ask how it happened. he just shrugs. says, “someone owed me a favor.” you’re afraid to ask who.

⤷ you try to have a normal night. a cute little stay-in date. movie. popcorn. fuzzy blanket. and he’s like “do you prefer 4K UHD or IMAX formatting??"

⤷ are you dating bruce wayne or being placed under 24/7 romantic surveillance. jury's out. you say “i’m kinda hungry” and 90 seconds later he’s got a reservation at the most soul-crushingly exclusive rooftop in gotham. your heel breaks and suddenly lucius is designing ergonomic stilettos. this man hears “i like daisies” and your apartment now looks like the florists’ union exploded. you cough once and suddenly there's a team of private physicians on standby and your apartment has a retinal scanner. you're like “i’m just going to target” and he’s like “take the reinforced car. with a panic button. and body armor. just in case.” JUST IN CASE WHAT, BRUCE. BLACK FRIDAY??

⤷ you’ll say something dumb like “what if ducks wore pants” and he’ll go all stoic like “ducks don’t have a pelvis structure conducive to that.” and you’re like. ok batman. thank you for that.

⤷ he’s so in love but so terrible at processing it. like he can literally track six mob families at once and somehow still be baffled when you say “i like spending time with you.” he stares. blinks. blue screen. rebooting…

⤷ and god. the possessiveness. like in a batman way. like someone breathes in your direction and he’s already memorizing their dental structure for potential breakage. “i don’t get jealous.” ok. sure. “i simply don't trust their intentions.” uh huh. oh. oh okay. stop being good at this???

⤷ when you fight?? oh boy. it’s a showdown. the emotional cold war. he says something sharp. you throw it back with fire. he’s like “i see you’re being emotional.” and you’re like “i see you’re being a jackass.” doors slam. hours pass. he shows up at your door at 2am with flowers. and a bag. “i brought you jewelry.” REAL FUCKING DIAMONDS. you melt. he wins. he always wins. he hates that he always wins. and then he apologizes. like fr this time. “i was... imprecise. and inconsiderate. i regret that.” you forgive him but you also throw a pillow at him. he cant work well knowing u fought and ur mad at him

⤷ “we have plans tonight. dress practically.” practically for what, bruce. you’re like “can we go to a museum?” and he’s like “i’ve arranged a private after-hours tour with the curator and secured the rooftop for dinner.” and you’re like 😭 i just wanted to see the dinosaurs. can we atleast get pizza. please.

⤷ he’s so awkward when he wants affection. like. he doesn’t ask. he just stands there. near you. like a confused statue. you’re watching tv and he’s lurking in the hallway. not saying anything. not moving. just. present. and when you finally go “do you want a hug??” he’s like “i wouldn’t object.” wouldn’t object. wow.

⤷ he kisses your wrist. not your hand. your wrist. where the pulse is. and it’s so tender you actually forget how to function. he does it like it’s a routine. like muscle memory. like that’s where your lifeline is and he wants to remind you he’s always right there. always.

⤷ he’s like “i cross-referenced your schedule and added buffer time between tasks to reduce burnout.” you’re like “thanks dad.” and he just. blinks. “i’m not your father.” IT WAS A JOKE. I SWEAR TO GOD.

⤷ you get used to the long stares and the over-prepared dates and the sudden security upgrades. you get used to him showing up at 3am because he “heard a rumor about increased gang activity near your block.” (before you moved in with him)

⤷ he won't let you pay for anything. ever. even a coffee. even gum. even when you try to trick him. he will venmo the bodega guy. you will be carrying a tote bag and he’ll grab it and hold it. he insists. he insists. bruce is not casual. about anything. he’s intense. obviously. like. duh. he’s not gonna be normal. about anything, least of all you.

⤷ you’ll be standing next to him at a gala and your heel will start hurting and he’ll murmur, dead serious, “i’ll buy the brand and shut it down.” like. ??? bruce. be normal. please.

(he’s never normal.)

⤷ “i’m not controlling, i’m just ensuring your safety” like ok bro why is there a tracker in my earring

⤷ also he doesn’t like attention. but he likes when you give it to him. likes when you fix his tie. likes when you straighten his cufflinks. likes when you get in his space just to annoy him and he goes “what do you want” dude ur batman figure it out?? tf??

⤷ he's obsessed with your safety. the man just appears. like you didn’t invite him. no one invited him. but you’re walking home and boom. there he is. in the shadows. bro shows up on a fire escape in full batsy costume like “hey” you’ll be like “how did you know where i was” and he’ll blink. once. slow. he’s like “i’m batman.” ok??????? um???????/ did u need something??? police help

⤷ he stares. jesus christtt. always with the staring. like you’ll be brushing your hair or pouring cereal or literally breathing. and he’s just. gazing. contemplative. like he’s solving a goddamn mystery. you’re like “what.” and he says “you’re very…important to me.” and you’re like ??? what does that mean ??? hello ???

⤷ he lets you touch the batsuit once. you make fun of him for it and he gets genuinely offended. but then you kiss him and say “thanks for protecting me batman” and bro almost combusts

⤷ he doesn’t smile a lot. like. ever. except you. you make him smile. and not just smirk smile. like. actual. real. warm smile.

⤷ bruce wayne = terrible texting. like. atrocious. he doesnt like texting. hes too old fashioned istg. he texts like a military directive. “ETA: 3 minutes.” “Location secure.” “Status update?” and then when you send him a heart emoji he replies “❤️ acknowledged.” what does that even mean. you say “did you see that video i sent” and he’s like “i don’t open links from unverified sources, you shouldn't either.” you say “you’re cute” and he just replies with a question mark. like. have you ever spoken to a woman

⤷ he’s TOUCHY but only in this obsessive hyper-controlled way. like hand on the small of your back when you walk into a room. always checking your pulse with his fingers during cuddles like it’s about affection but also science. forehead touches at 3am. wrapping you in his coat even when he’s freezing. “you’re colder than me.” bruce your lips are practically blue. please

⤷ he’s not good with words. but when he does say stuff. it’s always weirdly profound. like you’ll be eating fries in bed (YOUR idea ofc) and he’ll just go. “i never thought i’d have this.” and you’re like. what. fast food? a mattress? my socks??? eating fries in your bed?????? and he’s like “no. peace.” (well yes to the eating fries in bed ... never done that in his life before.. but he wants to try and express his feelings. just let him) and then after he says that you have to go cry in the bathroom for five minutes. oh. ok then. love. i guess.

⤷ you give him the password to your phone. you make him laugh. you keep bandaids in your purse for him. idk what that would do for a gunshot wound but its bat themed bandaids so. he makes you feel safe. like real safe. like apocalypse safe. like kingdom come safe. like ride-or-die safe.

⤷ he’s so tired. all the time. but he never says no when you ask him to stay. even if he’s bruised. even if he’s busy. he’ll sit on your floor in a $20,000 suit and listen to you talk about your weird coworker (who he'll definitely deal with)

⤷ he’s an observer. and not in a creepy way. in the “i’m making sure you’re safe and sound” way. also. like when you’re talking, he’ll catch the little things you don’t say out loud, the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous, or how your hands fiddle with your sleeves when you’re cold. he remembers. every. little. detail.

⤷ speaking of him being an observer, he memorizes everything you say. you mention one time that your mom used to get you those dumb lemon lollipops and three days later they’re in his desk drawer. you joke about wanting a tiara and he deadass bids on one in a silent charity auction and doesn’t tell you. you just find it one day on your nightstand and he’s like. “it’s nothing.” IT’S LITERALLY DIAMONDS???????//?/?

⤷ you make him laugh. maybe not loudly. but it happens. sometimes he’ll chuckle and press his face to your neck and whisper something dry and you’ll cackle and he’ll look at you like you hung the stars specifically for him to stare at from his penthouse window while sipping on a whiskey and thinking about a sense of moral responsibility that’s eaten most of his joy

⤷ he doesn't let anyone else drive you home. ever. unless he's If he’s Batman-ing, then he'll hire a TRUSTED driver that he's done a full background check on (so thoroughly it’s scary). but when he can, he's always there. silent. gloved hands. tired eyes. he's had a long night. he's seen too much. but you're there. and that’s the only thing that makes any of it feel remotely survivable.

⤷ he doesn’t trust people. like at all. like he has backup plans for his backup plans. but he trusts you. like. fully. quietly. deeply. like if you say “i want to move to paris and work in a bookstore” he’ll say “alright. give me a week.” and he’ll find a bookstore. and a brownstone. and a plane. and he’ll go with you. he proves time and time again how much he loves you. again and again. and again.

⤷ he doesn’t fall easily. he doesn’t even stumble. he calculates proximity. projects detachment. he walks around with that stupid little batman jaw and his trillion-dollar trauma and thinks he’s above emotions. thinks love is a vulnerability. a liability. a risk factor. thinks he can out-strategize intimacy like it’s a hostile takeover. ok sir. ok gotham’s most emotionally repressed man. ok batboy (emo depressed edition). until you. oh my god. until YOU.

⤷ suddenly he's looking at your face like it's an encrypted file he can’t crack. HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE BATMAN FOR CHRIST SAKE. what is this??? suddenly he's pulling up in that bulletproof matte black vehicle he calls a car just to drive you three blocks and “make sure you get home safe”. just say you want me to have all your babies?

⤷ he is SOOOOOOOO subtle about it. and by subtle i mean unhinged. he's like "i don’t care." and then buys the company you said your co-worker works at because he thought they were flirting with you. you mentioned liking cats once? now there’s one on his lap.

⤷ oh em gee. you’ll be standing in line for coffee. like a person. and he’ll be behind you. close. closer. hand on your waist like someone might try to steal you and he wants to make sure they know he invented violence. he trained with those damn tibetan monks.

⤷ bros looking down at you like you hold some secret nuclear code. and the cure to....idk world hunger or something. ur his god. he's ur guardian angel that does what he's told. what YOUUU tell him. he folds every time. acts like he's annoyed but like shut up we know you're going to do what i say anyways 🙄🙄🙄 me strong guy me batman blah blah blah

[deadsetobsessions]

“I can’t believe you’re squatting in an occupied house, Danny. That’s… actually isn’t that also breaking and entering? That’s a crime, isn’t it?”

“One, at least I don’t have to pay rent and/or utilities. Two, Tim let me stay. And three, I’m a vigilante. Breaking and entering is like the basics of being one. Also, they’re paying me now. This is a legit job now!”

Jazz sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Whatever, dumbass. Where is Tim, anyways?”

“He’s in bed.”

“Really?” Jazz raised an eyebrow and rested a hand on her hip. “Then what’s that?”

Danny whirled around, making eye contact with a frozen Tim.

“Ahah-”

Danny groaned, cutting Tim’s awkward laughter and no-doubt bullshit excuse.

“Kid, Tim, we talked about this.”

“It’s for the aesthetics!” Tim protested, the argument well worn, but obligingly stepping away from the window sill.

Danny shot Jazz a disgruntled look when she muttered, “Well, doesn’t that sound familiar.”

“It’s a school night, Tim.” Danny crossed the room, ushering Tim away from the door. The halfa could probably put down professional babysitter on his resume. If he could handle Tim “climb out of windows” Drake and Tim “sleeps in hard to reach places” Drake in the same day, he could handle anything.

Tim puffed up, like a disgruntled kitten. “Robin gets to go out on a school night! And he’s my age! Kinda! And at least I’m not fighting criminals!”

Again, this is an argument they’ve had multiple times.

“Not for a lack of trying,” Danny muttered, rolling his eyes when Jazz snickered. He made the mistake of looking down at Tim’s convincing little sad kitten act and sighed. “Alright, alright. We get two hours of batwatching, then you go to sleep.”

“Deal!” Tim cheered. Jazz grinned, mouthing ‘weak’ at Danny, who promptly made like his high school self and ignored her.

“Go get your jacket. And some thicker socks, you’re gonna freezing out there.”

“Okay!!”

When Tim was out of earshot, excitedly thundering down the lavish hallway, Jazz tilted her head back and laughed.

“Oh, shut up.”

“How the tables have tabled, huh, Danny?” Jazz snickered.

“You think you got jokes,” Danny pointed at her with a new mug of coffee. “Laugh it up, but don’t forget that you’re his older sister now too.”

Jazz paled. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Now you gotta deal with two of us!”

“Two of who?” Tim returned, bundled up in a fancy puffy jacket. Jazz cooed at him, kneeling down to zip his jacket up. Danny, echoing her, magically grabbed a scarf and wrapped around Tim.

“Us, her little brothers. Unfortunately, you’re now our little brother and that means Jazz is gonna mother you like you’re a baby duck.”

Danny ducked the half hearted smack Jazz sent his way, grinning at Tim. The kid had a self conscious smile on his face, bashful at the unprecedented (for him) attention and affection. Danny’s smile tightened when Tim looked at Jazz for confirmation (which she gave). If it weren’t for the fact that Tim loved his parents, Danny would have spirited (hah!) the kid away. He’s like a textbook case of neglect. It’s why he keeps trying to sneak out in ways that’ll easily get him caught. He’s trying to test if Danny would get mad and leave-

“Oh my god. I’m turning into you, Jazz.” Danny said, horrified.

“What?” Jazz narrowed her eyes once the statement sunk in. “What’s wrong with being more like me? I can actually process my emotions in a timely manner, thanks.”

Danny, stuck in the horror of understanding someone’s motivations and processing some of his own trauma, shuddered.

Danny picked up Tim and swung him onto his shoulders. “C’mon, Timmy. Let’s get out of here before Jazz gives us germs.”

“Oh, that’s real rich coming from the greasiest vigilante this side of the river.”

“Not true! Green Arrow’s greasier!”

“Eh, he doesn’t count. He’s in Oregon or something, right?”

“Who cares? I wanna see Robin!” Tim wriggled, placing his heavy ass camera on Danny’s head. “He’s a new Robin! The first one moved to Blüdhaven!”

“To be a cop, right?” Danny asked.

“Yeah. It’s… not great. And kinda ironic.”

“ACAB.”

——

Batman snuck closer to the glowing green figure that was glancing around the rooftops. He’s glad he sent Robin home hours ago, because variables in Gotham tended to be dangerous.

He dropped to a crouch behind the figure, who turned around as soon as he did, looking unsurprised. The being had enhanced hearing then, if not enhanced everything else.

“There you are!” The being scowled at him, but Bruce couldn’t detect any actual hostility. Only weariness. “I’ve been looking for you for ages.”

Nevertheless, he hadn’t survived this long by being careless.

“What is your business in Gotham?” He deepened his voice, adding enough gravel to sound mildly threatening.

The being shook their head, white hair unnaturally waving in the air. Like it was under water.

“I live here. I have a bone to pick with you.” Batman loosened his stance, readying to move.

“Can you keep Robin in on school nights?! If you can’t, can’t you make him go home sooner? My kid brother keeps trying to sneak out of the house to imitate Robin and it’s killing me! Do you know how many times I’ve had to stop him from climbing out of the window? We live on the third floor, man!”

A frazzled older brother. Batman-Bruce grimaced. He couldn’t stop Jason anymore than this being could. Also, “You live here?”

The being scowled, looking defensive. “Why, I can’t? Are you being discriminatory? Because I refuse to take shit from a grown man in a bat-sona.”

“…A bat-what?”

The being sighed. “Nevermind. Yes. I live here. My name is Phantom.”

“Don’t cause any trouble.” Batman warned before hesitating. The being was young, that was clear. He kind of reminded Bruce of Dick, and it made Batman’s tone soften. “And I will try. Robin is resolute.”

Phantom dropped his glowing face into his hands, a move Bruce often wanted to mirror.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

——

Sorry guys I really like tired babysitter brother Danny and unnecessarily jumping out of windows Tim. This is before Tim decided to be a vigilante. This is after Dick moves out.

[iwatcheditbegin]

I know i’ve said it before. But this discourse about the ethics regarding taylor swift being a billionaire are so disingenuous. She doesn’t have a makeup line, clothing line, brand endorsements.

The bulk of her income is entirely from her own talent as a musician. She has not exploited anyone. She’s also not even close to being a cash billionaire when you look at the numbers it’s like half of that ( bc it’s hard to become a billionaire without shady shit) . Taylor is known to pay her employees well. By percentage what she gives away to charity and compensates her team with is unheard of. She gave 10% of her net worth away in bonuses to everyone who worked on her tour. That’s just what we know of.

I’m not even saying this as a fan, but you cannot look at someone like her and how she moves and compare that to other billionaires and oligarchs.

I’m all for wealthy people paying their fair share. I hate capitalism and the current system but I do think she’s a good example of doing the best to be ethical within the current system

[roscoehamiltons]

Lewis was ranked #1 Best Dressed Man at the Met Gala by GQ Magazine!

1. Lewis Hamilton

There was a disproportionate number of all-white suits on the carpet last night-- Zendaya, Tyler Mitchell, Mary J. Blige, Anna Sawai, and, uh, this dude all sported spotless alabaster, among several others-- but none of them could quite catch F1 GOAT and Met Gala co-chair Lewis Hamilton in pole position. "From the moment I heard the theme," Hamilton wrote on instagram, "I wanted to work with Grace Wales Bonner." It's easy to see why: In collaboration with Hamilton's stylist Eric McNeal, the British designer crafted a sublime ivory tuxedo-- topped off with a matching beret from the London milliner Stephen Jones-- riddled with thoughtful references. The sash around his waist was embellished with cowrie shells, believed to ward off evil spirits in many African cultures, while his cropped jacket was a nod to the legendary jazz singer Cab Calloway. "This is more than a suit," Hamilton said. "This is ancestral history."

[karalovesallthegirls]

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[elodieunderglass]

(Killie the jockey OC and his coworkers)

(Killie is absurdly strong! but also - this is important, listen up, Rossa - the instructions are written on the cap)

(As a dual champion flat and jump jockey, Killie is capable of opening jars and also immune to the lure of the single grape)