#dc tv series

[moeani]

oh to be a semi-immortal freak living in a giant manor with four other semi-immortal freaks and you’re all besties and never go outside

[ducktalk]

i’m gonna be fr. i watched the tv show gotham purely for the queer coded characters and every time i finished an episode i hoped and begged to a higher power that in the next one, gordon would be hospitalized and in a coma for the remainder of the season simply so that the gays could have more screen time. but alas, such a season never arrived.

[shedontlovehuhself]

The representation behind the camera at Gotham Knights is one of the many reasons I love and will fight for this show. 🌈

[bludhavensbirdboy]

i just know jason todd and dick grayson love chubby girls! like worship the ground beneath their feet type love <3

[kstarlitchaotics]

Happy heavenly birthday Frank Gorshin (1933-2005) 💚

[darius-1]

[superfandomcorp]

Green Arrow 💚

[legendsofentity]

the way harcourt says "fuck" does something to me--

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[id: a light blue userbox with a red border and red text that reads “this user loves melissa benoist's supergirl.” on the left is an image of supergirl from the supergirl tv show. /end id]

[queer-rose]

Pennyworth has been cancelled

RIP Pennyworth. Such a fucking phenomenal show that surprised me so much when I watched it. We've been left on such a rough finale and my day has truthfully be ruined due to this news. I loved that show.

Despite all of this, you should still check it out. The name is dumb and the advertising sucked but the show is genuinely so fun, so good, I've watched it through multiple times and enjoyed every watch.

[moeani]

i love doom patrol because i could literally say “oh i wish they would do a crossover with ______” and no matter what i say it would make sense because the show is that damn crazy

[slowdownurdoingfine]

The Hidden Closet (Adrian Chase X Reader)

Plot: Reader finds out that he’s Vigilante, and safe to say it does not go over well.

Warning: Cursing, mention of death, weapons (and my shitting writing… also no resolve just straight up ANGST!)

Grasping at the raw, heavy, blue, and red helmet you couldn’t believe your eyes. Sucking in a staggered breath, you pushed forward into the depths of the hidden storage compartment carved into the back of his closet. Fumbling to fish your phone out of your pocket you click on the flashlight. The sight ahead of you is something out of your own darkest nightmares. It is so shocking in fact, and with the increasing sweat building on your palms your phone slips right out of your shaking hands and onto the floor with a clatter. Left in darkness again you suck in an intense breath. This isn’t real. There’s no way Adrian is… You honestly can’t even let the thought finish in your mind too shell shocked to even allow yourself to connect the dots. Your hands ball up around the plastic in your hands and suddenly your snapped back into reality, dropping down and grabbing ahold of your phone. Turning it to face your surrounding area you note what is around you. Two hooks hold up fragmented pieces of the suit, and a box is sitting on the floor already flung open. Maybe he’s a fan. You start to convince yourself. A super, super fan. Getting onto your knee's you peer into the black box with the light illuminating it and your worst fears are confirmed. Inside it sits various weapons, guns, knives, even a fucking grenade or two. You shake your head in disbelief pursing your lips as you find yourself standing on shaky legs. Reaching forward you grab the suit, the top half, and step backwards into the dim lighting of your bedroom. Balling it up in your hands it becomes apparent to you. He’s Vigilante. The thought starts to swirl in your head so viscously and fast that you start to get dizzy, eyes blinking rapidly and legs starting to buckle. This is real. This is so fucking real. You have no idea what to do in the moment heaving a breath and turning to face the doorway of your bedroom. The TV is loudly playing from the living room and due to the small set-up of his apartment you can see the top of his head on the sofa. You look up to the bed and the discarded laundry basket, a small pile of his clothes folded neatly and ready to be placed in his closet. You are lost in your thoughts until you hear him laugh loudly at the TV and jump back, flinching hard. You turn back again to the sofa. How has he not heard you? How hasn’t he noticed something was wrong? You’re overwhelmed with thoughts, until suddenly you’re brought back harshly to a deeply repressed memory. With your eyes widening you find your legs moving back to the black box, swiftly grabbing one of the guns. It’s heavier than you’d imagine, and it almost pulsates in your hands. Shaking your head, you place it back down and decide to turn when you hear the TV volume being lowered. Your heart starts to pick up as you set away from the closet. In a flurry of emotions, you find yourself weakly dragging your legs out of the room. In a fit of sudden rage and strength you lob the heavy helmet in front of you, directly towards the TV. It hits with a devastating crash shattering the TV screen as you rush to meet him at the side furthest away from him on the sofa. He starts to speak your name but instantly cuts himself off noticing what it was that caused the impact. His helmet. His mouth is suddenly insanely dry as he slowly drags his eyes to you. He starts to stand but you raise the balled-up costume in your hand.

“Tell me you’re not him.” Your voice is raw, shaky and above all else dripped in venom.

“I…” He starts to raise his hands almost like waving a white flag when you suddenly lash out, letting out a loud wail. You throw the costume at him, but with your limbs slowly weakening it lands on the coffee table.

His eyes are wide to concern, every emotion suddenly spilling to the forefront of his mind.

“Please, just…” You raise your hands, covering your forehead with the hand clad with a ring. You’re begging now. “Say it’s not true.” Your voice breaks and is not even below a whisper as you remove your hand and stare at the finger he once delicately placed there. A promise.

“You weren’t supposed to know.” Is all he can mumble out, ducking his eyes too ashamed to look at you anymore. The sheer and utter sorrow that covers your face is enough to be scarred into his memory for a lifetime.

You then curse stumbling away from him, almost in fear, bracing yourself against a wall when your feet catch.

He puts his head in his hands, running them across his face and under his glasses and curses loudly.

“You…” Your breath catches, as you raise a trembling finger to point at him. You see his head rise from his hands. You can’t even to begin to decipher the look that flashes in his eyes. “You killed her.”

His brows twitch and you hear a short drawing of his breath.

“Four years ago, in,” Your words are catching themself on your tongue which feels heavy with the admission. “The woods. We smoked a bowl.” You’re panting now and feel wet droplets hit your shirt. “When I came back you had a gun pointed at her.” You then stop, having to brace yourself again with the sheer and utter emotion hitting your body full force. It’s silent while you suck in a large breath lips trembling. “I didn’t…” You shake your head unable to meet his eyes, looking around his apartment with concern. “I couldn’t move. I was there, hiding, for hours.” Your eyes drag on the photo of the two of you framed that sits on a bookshelf. Even with watery eyes you can recall the fond memory, but now? It makes your stomach turn at the thought of it all. Then, your eyes snap towards his eyes once more. “I was terrified you’d come back and do the same to me.” You admit the last strings of your heart tugging, it finally shattering within your chest. The sobs that heave out of your body are agonizing, mourning the loss of your closest friend along with the realization that you had loved the man who killed her.

[shedontlovehuhself]

🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵 I love him! I love the GK crew so much! To see that on a DC show! ❤️

[sashmarie1111]

The Flash Cast BTS Season 9

[superwhoflarrow123]

Being a Hunter Zolomon/Zoom Stan like:

Me: Look at him, he’s such a cutie. A literal cinnamon roll.

My friends/family: What the f*** is wrong with you?! He killed 23 people. He’s a murderer.

The Murderer in Question:

[darius-1]

"Your job apparently!"