#(137

[prokopetz]

137 is arbitrary. You just got in the habit of using it when you wanted a funny high number and now the expectation that it must come from somewhere is far funnier than stopping.

Do I strike you as the sort of person who'd spend twelve years deliberately encouraging people to pester me about meaningless bullshit for the sake of a bit?

[dailyscug]

[kirbydaily]

fower

[lewoooooo]

Uncle Clark is always worried about BatFam🦇

[valkyriellis]

Jerma Dollhouse

[shakespearian-love]

Utter adoration with you ❦

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Batman #137

[snailspng]

Random PNGs, part 137.

(1. Detail from 19th c. illustration of Buddhist heaven and hell, 2. Fish pottery by Bruce Gholson, 3. Lobster oil lamp, 4. Rat basket netsuke, 5. Wasp nest, 6. Apple with maggots, 7. Sculpture by Shinichi Sawada, 8. Bream fish jaw & teeth, 9. Mask of three-eyed demon)

[daily-xisuma]

[137] Excited for tomorrow :-)

[manhwamuneca]

I've been looking forward to this! Chirpie takedown! Chirpie for the win!

[deer-a-day]

137

cute doodle

[prokopetz]

Saw a number on my dashboard I recognized:

Does 137 for you have relation to Sherlock Holmes?

A lot of people have tried to Sherlock Holmes the significance of the number 137 over the years, but I think you might be the first to literally Sherlock Holmes it.

[cade-bentley]

"Training treat!" Cade announced, walking into the busy training center holding a circular, silver tray filled with shot glasses-- all filled nearly to the brim with a clear, strong-smelling liquor. What could he say? He was a saint, really, lifting the spirits of the final round of tributes being sent to their deaths, and some majorly bummed out mentors and trainers. He set it down on a nearby rolling cart, shoving a spread of knives aside, then called, "Come and get them before I'm found out by my boss!"

[slate-skylar]

The roof was always a good place to get away. It helped that it was the only spot in the Tower he could smoke, and he was sure his teeth were staining from how much he was inhaling these days, but fuck, it was hard to get through without some vice. And this one would kill him much slower than anything else. So he went with it.

He texted Cress at the end of the first day back in the Tower to meet him there and stood waiting for her at the edge, peering down into the electrical net that kept him from jumping to his death. The Tower had undergone repairs and renovations and of course, the net hadn't been spared. It was key to the whole thing. Some ash fell from the tip of his cigarette and sparked lightly in the air as it hit it, and he wondered what it'd feel like if his whole body were to land there; to be caught by it. Had anyone ever tried it? What had become of them? Fried, but still alive?

@cress-meadowforge

[notverybrighton]

Sable finished her stretches and the warm-up throws with her knife - the basics she learned in school that she knew still surpassed the skills of any of the outer districts. She wasn't as skilled as her sister but she could beat anyone without training, and that was what she was prepared to prove today. And if anyone saw her and thought she was pulling her punches, she could say that she was - she could be saving her strength for the real deal, the private training, and then the Arena. She locked eyes with someone near the sparring mat.

"Step right up," she said, fake confidence rolling off of her with a practiced ease now that she'd had some time to get used to her role as Brighton. "Let's see who comes out on top."