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Yohji Yamamoto Fall 2006 Ready-to-Wear
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This is what she meant by little ways to flirt btw
#gelphie#galinda upland#glinda upland#elphaba thropp#wicked#wicked musical#beka burnham#mary kate morrissey#s: popular#girl just tell her you wanna kiss her poor elphaba is fighting for her life
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Kate Bush signs her new album 'The Dreaming' for fans at the Virgin Megastore, Oxford Street in London, UK (1982)
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Cindy Wilson and Kate Pierson of the B-52's - 1980s Polaroids
#kate pierson#cindy wilson#the b 52's#fred schneider#vintage polaroids#80s bands#new wave#80s music#1980s#1983
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You are my heaven 5 - the end (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)
It was supposed to be a little imagine of a dark and lonely Bruce Wayne switching place with another Bruce Wayne from a parallal universe, but I wrote more than I thought. And then you asked for more :)
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Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4
Warnings: no proof reading, fighting, language, violence, angst/comfort (in a way), pregnant!reader
Things went out of hand pretty quickly. Dick joined you home and saw Bruce speaking with you. He was towering over you. You seemed very uneasy.
“So you knew”
“That I was with a man who was actually in love with me and taking care of me? Yes”
“I am your husband. Is it how you are loyal to me? No, no, don’t answer. You know what, I understand. I haven’t been the best. But once he’ll be back to his world, I’ll do better. I’ll take care of this child and we’ll be happy again. Don’t you want that?”
You didn’t answer because you realised how obvious the answer was: you were in love with the other version of Bruce, not with the one you actually married. You wished for him to go away, you wanted things back like when he was gone. You didn’t even feel guilty anymore. You were allowed to be happy, your children too. Even Barbara started to enjoy the new Bruce better.
“Don’t you want that?” Bruce repeated, losing it over your lack of answer
Dick walked over and with the way the man greeted him, he knew who it was. The new Bruce was always smiling at him, always grateful to have Dick around. This Bruce was a little bit annoyed, a little bit too cold to feel happy around him. Dick wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you relaxed a little bit.
“Stay away from mom” Dick groaned
“I’m not… For fuck sake, can you all stop acting like if I was the intruder here? I belong here, this is my world, my family, my home!” Bruce was getting angry
“Then start treating us better already” Dick continued
“How fucking dare you?! Without me, you’d be nothing” Bruce started to scream
“And you how fucking dare you talking with that tone in front of a pregnant woman? A woman you said you loved too. But really you never knew anything about that, did you?”
The batfamily had always been pretty protective of you, but it was even worse now you were pregnant. And to Dick, his former father was actually a threat to the family. Because it finally felt like a family and after everything that happened, he didn’t want to lose it.
Everything happened in a blur after that. The “real” Bruce threw a punch at Dick, out of pure anger and despair at being so easily replaced. They started to fight. They had no mercy. Actually, all the anger they always felt toward each other was finally getting free and making them even more ruthless.
Alfred quickly grabbed you and guided you away from the two men, finding you a safe place to lock yourself in until everything would settle down. Alfred wasn’t too sure what to do. He had guessed something happened when his Master started to treat everyone like Alfred always wished he would. For once, he had decided to pretend to not understand. But now, to be fair, he wasn’t recognising the man he raised and he thought that maybe he was gone in this other world. Or maybe he never truly existed. He just wanted them to stop fighting, but he didn’t know how to.
You called your lover, you tried to explain to him what was going on, but you were getting close to a panic attack.
“It’s alright, my love, it’s alright. I’m on my way. Stay where you are, stay safe. This is all that matters to me. Jason will come find you so you won’t stay on your own, okay? I just need you to breathe in and out. Can you do that? For me? I know you are strong. You are amazing, my love. I just need you to trust me” he smoothly told you, trying to appease you no matter how tense he was himself getting.
But all that mattered was you. Always you.
“I… I trust you” you finally manager to whisper
“Good. Lay down and breathe, my love. I’ll be home soon”
After that, he called Kate for her to deal with the security breach while he was coming back to the manor. On his way, he also called Jason for him to protect you and help you calm down. Jason didn’t ask a question. If his father needed you to look after you, he didn’t need to know anything else.
You heard a car coming by, the front doors getting opened and then more sounds of fighting. You knew that your Bruce had started a war with your former husband. You guessed he asked Dick to leave, because he didn’t want his son to get hurt. Hopefully, Alfred was taking care of Dick now.
You started to cry.
You jumped when you heard a knock at your door. Soon enough, you opened the door to a very worried Jason who locked the door back behind him and settled on the ground by your side. He held you and rocked you, whispered words of reassurance to help you calm down. He hated to see you like that.
When he arrived at the manor, he did his best to follow the instructions he received for once, and to not intervene in the fight between the two Bruces. He was now praying to whoever divinity who might hear him to get rid of the former Bruce. He didn’t want to be in the same world as him again. You both heard the sounds of the fight and it was driving you sick with worry.
“What if he kills him?” you cried our and Jason shushed you
“He’ll be fine” he whispered
“You haven’t seen the way he was acting. He was so desperate to get his life back here, he promised me things…” you felt like you were going to throw up
“Ma, don’t worry. He may want his life back, but I can tell you that dad is actually very desperate to keep this life as well. And you’re pregnant with his baby. He’ll fight with everything he has” Jason tried to reassure you
Jason was right. The two Bruces were on equal strength, on equal intelligence and on equal despair. They both wanted and needed this good life in this world, but for that, one of them needed to be gone.
Both Bruces had thought of so many plans and different contingencies to take care of the other. They hadn’t really planned on simply fighting the other one. But despair drives everyone crazy and makes them act like animals.
You heard screams of:
“This is my home! I’ll kill you or I’ll send you back to your personal Hell!”
“This is my Heaven and you can’t get it away from me. You didn’t deserve any of this anyways. Even my wife knows it”
“She isn’t yours”
“That’s no what she said. That’s not what the children said.”
“Fuck you”
You had no idea how long it last. Forever, maybe.
“I’m going to get sick” you whispered when a terrible silence engulfed the whole manor.
Then you heard a lot of footsteps. The children arrived and were taking care of things. You jumped when Alfred knocked at the door.
“Mr Jason, Mrs Y/N, the fight is over. You can come out” he told you
Jason had to help you get up because your legs didn’t want to obey you anymore. You opened the door and Cass helped you walk to the living room with Jason. Everyone was so tense.
“How’s Dick?” you asked Stephanie who walked by
“He is fine, Duke is with him right now, to make sure he is all good” she answered and you felt a little bit better knowing that
Damian was sitting on the ground with Tim. They were both looking at the two Bruce Wayne lying on the floor. One was stabbed, the other one was tasered. They were unconscious. Damian was lost, Tim was trying to take care of the wound.
“Baraba called Leslie, Alfred is waiting for her” Cass told you before helping you sitting down on a chair
“What are we going to do?” you whispered
“We need to make a choice” Jason told you
After a little while, the whole family was in the room, looking at the two men. The choice was pretty easy to make.
Your former husband was locked up in an unbreakable room. Leslie took care of him while he was unconscious, and after that only Alfred talked with him. Damian sometimes too, but he never let his father go. Deep down, you knew that this fate was even worse than just killing him. But you couldn’t kill him; you needed to send him back to the other world, because this world didn’t have any Bruce Wayne now and who knew what the consequences could be.
When your lover woke up, he was in his bed. You were sitting next to him, holding his hand in yours.
“Welcome back, darling” you whispered
“You choose me” he understood, fully relaxing against the mattress
“We choose happiness. Whenever we’ll find out how, we’ll send him back to the other world. For the last time, hopefully”
“I’ll make sure of it” he hummed before kissing your fingers
The man you loved never had any more nightmares about the other Bruce.
And you neither.
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The B-52's 🖤
#the b52s#the b 52's#cindy wilson#kate pierson#fred schneider#keith strickland#ricky wilson#70s#1970s#80s#1980s#new wave#band#bands#synthpop#love these guys
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BYE THIS IS SO ACCURATE
#kk arnold#sydney colson#kate martin#s*phie c*nningham#diana taurasi#caitlin clark#paige bueckers#sabrina ionescu#juju watkins#azzi fudd#dewanna bonner#alyssa thomas#uconn#wbb#uconn wbb#wnba#soph's tea sesh🌵#yaks🌚
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Pamela Anderson
#pamela anderson#bella hadid#90’s icons#alexa demie#naomi campbell#anna nicole smith#y2k#kate moss#karen mulder#paris hilton#kim kardashain west#kylie jenner#shalom harlow#2000s#coquette#siren#adriana lima#megan fox#monica bellucci#irina shayk
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The B-52's, 1980, Fred Schneider, Ricky Wilson, Keith Strickland, Cindy Wilson, Kate Pierson
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Dolce & Gabbana Ready-To-Wear Fall/Winter 1995
Model: Kate Moss
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The B-52's photographed by Fryderyk Gabowicz, 1983.
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His bisexuality and straunch morality have bewitched me
#hawkeye#m*a*s*h#mash#hawkeye pierce#mash 4077#mash fanart#hawkeye pierce fanart#i'm new to this fandom okay i started watching the show 5 days ago i don't know what the fandom tags are! so i'm just throwing this out the#anyways thinking about back during my marvel days as a kate bishop enjoyer always being confused what this guy was doing
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Requested by anonymous: Mary Kate Morrissey's Elphaba gay panicking during Popular
#gelphie#elphaba thropp#galinda upland#glinda upland#wicked#wicked musical#mary kate morrissey#s: popular#requests#what is it about this woman that has every glinda acting Like This
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Beastie Boys photographed by Josh Cheuse, via Josh's Instagram.
#beastie boys#mca#ad-rock#mike d#kate schellenbach#josh cheuse#80's#baby beasties#graffiti#shared to stories
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Death can't keep us apart (Part I - f!reader x Bruce Wayne)
Hi everybody, it's been a hot minute since I posted for Bruce Wayne, so here you are. It's a two part very angsty story about Bruce Wayne and his children dealing with your death.
Hope you'll enjoy <3
And by the way, requests for any DC characters you'd like are open.
Warnings: not proof read, ANGST and more ANGST, violence, death (you're shoot in the head), funeral, sadness, grief, no one is dealing well with your death
Everything was going to be alright.
You were certain Batman was about to arrive. He was coming to save you. You had no doubt about it, even though Riddler had started a timer and at the end of it, a machine would shoot you in the head. But it was going to be okay. You were Batman’s wife, after all. And you had a charity gala to attend that very same night. You were going to be a little bit late, but it would be a fun story to tell about, right?
You couldn’t imagine how stressed Bruce had to be right now, but everything was going to be alright.
You had been kidnapped by Riddler, as Bruce Wayne’s wife. He wanted to toy with the billionaire and then the game kept getting more and more violent. He played with Batman to show him he was smarter than him. You were certain your husband was the best though; Riddler couldn’t win.
He never did before.
And yet tears started to cascade down your face as time was going by. Riddler was taunting you, trying to make you beg him or say that Bruce Wayne was useless to save you. Then he added that you were probably not important enough for Batman to look after you. You replied nothing, your eyes glued to the timer in front of you.
5 minutes left.
4 minutes left.
3 minutes left.
2 minutes left.
1 minute left.
It was pretty obvious you were going to die now, and you hated that you couldn’t tell the man you loved that it was okay. Gotham was a dangerous city, and it wasn’t his fault or his children’s fault if you were going to die that night. You wished you would have told them how much you loved them one last time though. You hoped they were going to be alright without you. But you wanted to believe they were strong and powerful people. They would find a way to survive your loss.
You took one last deep breath before darkness engulfed you. Painlessly.
Batman arrived then.
Too late.
He had promised himself it would never happen again, not after Jason. He couldn’t endure another time the loss of someone he loved because he didn’t arrive in time, because he hadn’t been good enough, because he failed them.
He needed to be better and stronger to protect his people. He worked so hard for it. Everyday of his life, his main goal was to become the best.
He thought it was what he did. He thought he was better. He thought he was safe from such a disaster.
And yet, here he was, cradling your dead body in his arms, screaming and crying, begging you to come back to life.
He had untied you from the chair and had fallen on the ground with you. His protective suit prevented him from feeling how cold your body was slowly getting, but the hole in your head was making things pretty clear and hopeless. His heart was shattered in small pieces, his sanity was so easily slipping away. He was losing himself in your death. Nothing else mattered around him. He couldn’t even hear Riddler asking him why he cared so much about you, about your life, about your dead body. He was clearly surprised to witness such pain from the Dark Knight. Your death hadn’t been entirely planned but it wasn’t his fault if Batman hadn’t been quick enough, was it?
You were just a casualty, nothing more.
Riddler was starting to connect the dots about Batman’s identity and he was so taken aback that he didn’t realise that Nightwing and Batwoman found him. He was soon enough on the ground, beaten up and tied up. Batwoman took him back to Arkham - she couldn’t stand to stay around - as the rest of the family was slowly gathering around you, or what remains of you. They all started to cry and to collapse on the ground, by Batman’s side. They couldn’t lose their sunshine, they couldn’t lose their mother, they couldn’t lose the person they loved the most. They couldn’t believe that something like that happened. They had worked so hard to find you, protect you.
They failed you.
All of them.
It had to be a nightmare, it couldn’t be reality.
No, no. It couldn’t be you.
They could have stayed like that all night, Bruce tightly hugging you against his chest to prevent the warmth from fully leaving your body. It was then they heard Alfred gently calling out their names. No matter how heartbroken and desperate Alfred was himself, tears silently dripping down his face, he gently reminded them all that they couldn’t stay here. The GCPD was about to arrive and they needed to leave before anyone else could understand what was going on. He also had to remind Batman he needed to leave your body behind. Bruce thought he was going to throw up when he had to let go of you.
“Alfred, I can’t…” Bruce’s broken voice said
“I’m afraid you have to… The GCPD will give her back later on. And we’ll take care of her and her funeral then” Alfred tried to stay logical
The mention of your funeral broke Batman’s legs for a few instants and Dick had to help him stand up. None of them could bear to look at you, but at the same time it felt so wrong to leave you alone in there.
Again.
They didn’t even remember how they managed to come back to the Batcave in one piece. Bruce didn’t know how he managed to take a shower and dress up again, as a civilian this time. He didn’t know how he got enough strength to go to the GCPD and recognise your body. The words “Yes, this is my wife” were the last coherent things he said before starting to silently cry again. Jim Gordon had to help the man get back in his car and asked Alfred to look after his master.
Jim remembered pretty well how Bruce was when his parents died, and he didn’t want to say it, but Bruce looked even worse this time.
The whole family was losing it.
Dick stopped making jokes, laughing, or smiling. He lost another mother. He lost the remains of his innocence.
Barbara was angry. Too angry to be around anyone, to talk to anyone. She blamed herself and wondered if she deserved to still be Oracle.
Jason hid away for a while, not bearing to see anyone either. He tried not to see how alike both your death look like, how he failed you like Batman failed him.
Tim was working on anything he could until losing consciousness from the lack of sleep and food. He needed to forget about this reality and help people.
Stephanie organised your funeral with the help of Alfred. She wanted everything to be perfect for you; you always tried to make things perfect for your family.
Cassandra kept an eye on her whole family, because she couldn’t stand the idea of losing anyone else. And it was obvious they were all falling apart.
Duke started to watch the movies and to read the books you enjoyed and advised him to have a look at. He wished he would have been able to talk about them with you.
Damian was utterly silent. You weren’t his mother, but you always treated him with tenderness and he knew how important you were for everyone. For him.
Alfred thought it was his duty to stay strong, no matter how much he cried at night. He lost his daughter, but he still had a family to care for.
Kate grew half insane with the security of the manor and made sure no one could come and leave the place without her knowing about it.
Lucius and Luke did their best to deal with Wayne Enterprises, so the family could grieve you in “peace”. But they missed you too, dearly.
Everyone felt the burden of the cruel silence your absence created.
Bruce was an even bigger mess. He couldn’t sleep, eat, or do his work anymore. He didn’t care about WE, about the Justice League. What was the point when he had lost his wife? He should have been better.
He went through the whole case over and over again, seeing all the mistakes he made. The mistakes that cost your life. His sanity. His family’s sanity.
Without Alfred and Cass, he wouldn’t have put on his Batman suit anymore. But they reminded him you wouldn’t have wanted that. So he continued to chase crimes.
The crime rate brutally dropped because of how ruthless and merciless Batman seemed to be. Goons started to be afraid of Batman because the vigilante was suddenly more than happy to break every bone in their body. Bruce knew that violence wouldn’t bring you back, and that it wasn’t helping with his grieving or his sanity, but he couldn’t help it.
The day of your funeral, Bruce wished he could have been buried by your side.
You definitely left this Earth with his heart, because the hole inside his chest seemed to grow a little more every second passing by. He was feeling empty and yet full of the worst pain he ever witnessed.
Empty because you weren’t there anymore.
Pain because your absence was unbearable.
He didn’t have the strength to be there for his children. Your death was tearing everyone apart, even if they were gathered around your grave, even if they were all feeling the same pain. Actually the pain was too deep to allow them to soothe their agony in the presence of the other’s.
No one could talk, no one could tell how amazing you had been, how much you had been loved. They couldn’t; the sorrow had taken away their voices.
They hated themselves for not having been there in time to save you; they felt guilty, which was only adding to the suffering of your loss. They hated themselves even more for not being able to cherish you one last time.
They felt like there was no coming back.
There was no way to ever get better.
Happiness was over.
If only they had enjoyed it more. If only they had planned more activities to do with you. If only, if only…
Jason killed Riddler that night. He just couldn’t help it. It felt right to get rid of the man who murdered you. It was the justice you deserved, even if you probably wouldn’t have wanted that. You weren’t here to care about it anymore anyway. The GCPD failed to catch Red Hood. And Batman, for the first time, didn’t come when Jim turned on the bat signal. Jason thought Bruce would at least lecture him about it, but Bruce didn’t say anything.
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
Actually, it did feel right for Riddler to be dead too.
Bruce was watching pictures of you on his phone, tears dropping on his screen.
He heard Damian coming in the living room but he didn’t acknowledge him until Damian whispered “My grandfather might be able to bring her back”.
Hope blossomed again.
Everything was going to be alright.
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