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I saw The Batman last night and all you need to know about it is that Robert Pattinson plays Batman like a total badass but he plays Bruce Wayne as a sad wet cat and it is perfect
Robert Pattinson in interviews: Bruce Wayne is a slimy worm man. A stinky dirty bat. A mess. Emo. Greasy and gross. Seconds away from going feral and biting someone’s ear off.
Me, a Bruce Wayne fan: Yes, yes, this man gets it
other actors: I sent live rats to my costars and drank sewage water bc I’m a method actor
rpatz: I played sonic everyday —but only the dark version— to really get in the headspace
The Batman:
Bruce Wayne:
his swagless looks and cringe fail personality have captivated me
bruce wayne journaling after he realized his whole “I am vengeance” routine inspired the riddler and similar minded criminals
ok but when a police officer says bruce wayne’s name and waves and instead of responding bruce just looks away like a frightened child facing the reality of stranger danger for the first time
I just watched the Batman
picture this, i give you a glass bottle and tell you to open it, but bottle openers are forbidden, how do you do it?
Are you down too fuck
*to
there's an elite type of character and it can be described as 'this person is powerful and competent in their area of expertise' meets 'too bad they're an idiot'
big fan of the genre that’s just “what if there was a fucked up city”
I just think that atsushi and david ward would find they have a lot in common
New fic: There's a fine line between a custody battle and a bar fight
Part 4 in Stay series
Word Count: 3,261
Summary: There’s a new assassin in Gotham. She’s clever, well trained and utterly ruthless.
She’s also a child.
Batman is, of course, chomping at the bit to adopt her. Too bad for him that Selina’s gotten a taste for motherhood through Tim and Damian.
A little friendly competition never hurt anyone though. Right?
@ everyone who’s New Years resolution is to go to a professional abt their mental health: ur very sexy and deserve a lil round of applause
Mha au where bakugou is replaced by catra and kirishima is replaced by adora
Caitlin hates the inaction inherent in being an enforcer. She hates the red tape, the way her every move feels sluggish and predictable and entirely irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. The feelings are made all the worse by the way she watches Jayce, a man she’s know near her whole life, turn Piltover upside down with only his mind.
The whole thing leads to her hanging around Zaun perhaps a little too much.
Everytime she goes she tries to justify herself by saying it’s for work. Tells herself that she’s only hanging around the dodgiest areas she can find to make herself a better and more knowledgeable enforcer.
It’s at least partly true. She’s been beginning to put together a picture of the lanes, artwork drenched in greens and purples with the name Silco at its centre.
She uses that knowledge to bury the fact that she’s been going to Zaun just because at least when you have to spend every other moment looking over your shoulder you can’t be as utterly bored as Caitlin is in Piltover.
On one of her trips she finds a hideout. It seems abandoned but neon paint still makes the walls glow odd colours and there are still power lines connected to the place. She follows one of the cables and finds it disconnected from whatever machine it used to be used to run. Purely out of curiosity she picks up the cable and screws it back into the connector.
Targets painted the same neon as the designs on the walls spring to life and start moving around.
Oh.
Oh Caitlin likes this.
A smile playing at her lips, she vaults over the counter to take a stance a reasonable distance from the targets before cocking her gun. She readies herself, taking a breath before she begins.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Her every shot hits exactly where it’s meant to. Once she runs out of ammo Caitlin lets herself bask in the satisfaction for a moment and allows the smile to fully take hold of her face.
“Not bad. For a topsider I guess.”
Caitlin whips around, aiming her gun before processing the fact that it’s out of ammo. She adjusts her grip slightly so that even if she can’t shoot it she can still swing it into someone’s face with enough force to knock them out. From the shadows slides a girl. Younger than Caitlin, probably still a child. Blue hair in plaits that drag along the floor as she bends her head to look at Caitlin enquiringly.
“Thank you,” Caitlin says, her tone not hiding the fact that she doesn’t particularly want to be thanking this random girl who’s been spying on her.
The girl seems to catch it.
“You don’t sound very thankful” she huffs.
“I’m not.”
“Then why say it?”
“So you go away faster.”
The girl pauses. Looks at Caitlin a little like she thinks Caitlin is stupid and she bristles with irritation. “That didn’t work very well for you, did it?”
“I suppose not.” Caitlin manages through gritted teeth.
The girl jerks slightly, as if some revalation has just come to her. It makes her look at Caitlin with significantly more interest.
“You should try and shoot me.”
What the fuck?
“No one’s ever shot me before, and some people have tried really hard, but I bet that you could take a decent stab at it.”
“I-“, Caitlin is sure the confusion must be showing on her face but she’s too caught off guard to bother hiding it. “No?”
The girl looks like a kicked puppy. “Please?”
“No,” Caitlin repeats, more firmly.
“Darn, guess I’ll have to find some way to persuade you.”
As soon as the girl finishes speaking she disappears back into the shadows as quickly as she emerged.
Caitlin huffs. She isn’t looking forwards to being persuaded.
A murder mystery where there wasn’t actually a murder. The detective is just crazy and is harassing people.
catra and bakugou are the same character in different fonts in this ted talk-
I got batgirls #1 and the art is BEAUTIFUL
Bournemouth feels like it’s closing in on Jon.
Not in any special sense, merely in the way that anywhere you live becomes a little smaller for every year you spend there. The feeling makes him paranoid, it makes him feel too easy to find.
It’s an odd thought considering that there’s no one looking for him. That there’s no one to look for him. He doesn’t really have any friends and any relatives beside his grandmother are long gone. The only person concerned with Jon’s life is himself.
That isn’t quite right though.
There are people, sometimes. A woman with her hair pulled back into a severe bun who looks at Jon like she’s considering the best way to dump his body. Another woman, similar age, who’s covered in tattoos and smiles at him with too-sharp teeth. A portly man with blond hair and glasses just like Jon’s who stares at him like he’s a laboratory experiment rather than a person.
Jon finds the man particularly distasteful. The feeling his gaze elicits is primal and angry and vengeful in a way Jon doesn’t particularly understand the origins of but grips tight nonetheless.
“You should stop looking at me,” he tells the first woman one day when she has a book in her hands and keeps looking up from it as if to see what effect the thing is having on Jon.
“Why?” she asks incredulously, the word sounding like it’s said more as a reaction to his statement than a true question.
Jon turns his gaze upon her.
“I might start looking back.”
He says it like a threat even if he isn’t entirely sure why. The woman must take it as such because she arches an eyebrow and looks at him less like she’s planning how to kill him and more like she’s wondering if she actually can.
Jon leaves quickly. The words hadn’t felt like his own and he’s left suddenly unsure and self conscious. He tries to focus on the knowledge that’s been keeping him going through the last few months of Bournemouth suffocating him to drown out the unease. The offer is printed on a sheet of paper bluetacked to his wall and Jon feels his feet steering him home just so that he can stare at it until he feels like he can breathe.
It’s odd. He had never doubted that he would go to university, academia had always been where Jon pictured himself most comfortable. That had been until he received the email and was forced to spend a week in crisis over whether this might finally be his opportunity to actually know what happened that day with Mister Spider.
Jon takes a deep breath. Two months until he starts as a research assistant at the Magnus Institute, London.
Maybe then he’ll be able to get away from all these eyes.
also not to derail anything but when i saw the cover and the fact that the other guy has pink hair i got reminded of the pink kryptonite that made superman gay and i can't stop thinking about it
THEY'VE ONLY GONE AND DONE IT AGAIN
Enemies-to-lovers, but instead of featuring a villain redemption arc, the heroic one is getting progressively more corrupt, unhinged and fucked up, and the one who was originally the clear-cut villain out of the two is just like "well mark me down as scared and horny"
Nezuko wakes up shaking.
Is it really waking up if you were already conscious, just out of control? As she looks at her brother's bloody form it certainly feels like the first time she’s opened her eyes since arriving in the forest. But who can really be sure?
His throat has been torn out. His clothes have been ripped to shreds. Underneath the ragged strips of cloth there’s barely anything left of him. Just some bone, some gristle. The inedible parts. His face is almost entirely whole though. As tears fill her eyes Nezuko wonders if this is because something deep down stopped her from being able to destroy her brothers face, but she knows that the only reason that part of him was left untouched is that there isn’t that much flesh there.
His eyes are glassy and unseeing.
Dead.
“No,” she whispers, the magnitude of this atrocity finally settling on her shoulders. “No, no, no, no-“
Her refrain only stops once she jams her hand in her mouth. Her jaw keeps moving as if trying to continue the refusal to accept reality and soon her hand is bleeding from the places where her teeth sink into it. The taste of her own blood sends a disjointed euphoria shooting through Nezuko’s brain and she jerks her hand back in horror. Desperate to somehow scrub away what she just did she shovels snow into her mouth to wash away the taste. She keeps chewing on it, pain zapping through her teeth from the cold, until she can spit it out without a trace of pink in the puddle of drool and bile she creates.
She scrubs the blood from her face so desperately that the snow makes small cuts in her skin. Better to be covered in her own blood rather than her brother’s though.
The thought makes her look back towards Tanjiro’s body. Her tears finally begin to fall.
“I did that,” she admits, the salt of her tears stinging as it floods her cuts and scrapes. She kneels down next to Tanjiro’s body. He looks peaceful and Nezuko hates it. Hates the way it reminds her how kind he was. How he would have forgiven her for doing this without question. “I did this. And I won’t ever let it happen again. Not to anyone.”
The forest grows silent for a moment in acknowledgement of her vow. Or maybe in shock that a demon would commit to such a thing.
After she’s said her prayers over his body she carefully takes out Tanjiro’s earrings. Nezuko doesn’t have her ears pierced yet so she just forces the metal through her ear lobes and is surprised by the lack of pain.
All that’s left is to bury him.
~
Almost as soon as she’s finished heaving snow back on top of the grave dawn begins to break. Before the first rays of light can inch above the horizon a primal fear takes hold of Nezuko and she sprints for the nearest cover. A cave that she digs herself into, deep enough that the sunlight will never touch her with its poison. It’s before she even realises it’s what she’s doing that she falls unconscious and begins to dream of brothers and blood and hell.
Nezuko sleeps for a very long time.
Scars, India Lawton / Becca Stadlander / This Party Never Ends, Diana Zhuk / Burning House in Winter, Bettmann Archive / Daria Golab / Shadow Work, Indigo / Painting Disaster From A Distance, Motohide Takami / Burn it Down, Brian Luong / Red House, Morten Schelde
guess who finally finished the first draft of an original story!!!!