yesterday my german teacher said "being a poet must be so eye opening but so constraining at the same time. you want to really see the world, but as soon as you do, you've had enough of it." and then he stared into nothing for a moment before shaking his head and continuing with the lesson? someone protect this man
Cass doesn’t look, she glares
Tim doesn’t smile, he grimaces.
Damian doesn’t speak, he growls.
Jason doesn’t raise his voice, he screams.
Duke doesn’t watch, he scrutinizes.
Dick doesn’t smooth talk, he manipulates.
Steph doesn’t laugh, she cackles. Manically.
Bruce’s children are a little damaged, a little odd. If not in big ways, then in the smallest of ways that so clearly sets them apart from everyone else. Their line of work demands it, their breeding encourages it.
It’s just how they were made. Once they’ve been touched by the shadows of Gotham, it never leaves their veins.
It’s in their blood now. It’s seen in their eyes, their smiles. The twitch of their face, the narrowing of their gaze.
Gotham’s embrace never lets you go.
pictures titled “just a girl and her dogs” but they’re all pictures of men in a submissive stance to the woman
My copium au where they get to grow up
Watching Loving, Vincent with earbuds in is a wonderful experience, and that’s on depression.
Well, it’s officially 2020 and I’m still listening to mid-century Chinese pop
Noi sketches
when he looks at you like this you KNOW that head is gonna be craaaaazy
If Johanna Mason was your favorite in Catching Fire you’re gay now
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