Every time mofftiss revealed something in an interview:
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thinking about this gif from bloodsuckers (1971) for no reason in particular
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I'm with the " Thomas and Martha were actually weird as fuck before they died" crowd. I like to imagine vigilantism is just an old Wayne family tradition.
Martha Kane, serial sugar baby, casually stalks and kidnaps creepy men, abusers, and predators, only came at the Wayne Gala for a new sugar daddy after bankrupting Carmine Falcone:
Thomas Wayne, rich ass doctor with flexible morals, deep as fuck basement, and access to a RIDICULOUS amount of sedatives:
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Photos and details of Tim's room at the boardinghouse from Production Designers United's Instagram.
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*adding to the list of cool bullshit things I want for my gym*
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Thinking about Andrew using Ashley as his ashtray, burning his cigarettes on her tongue and skin, making her taste and swallow the ashes of it, leaving her all marked up.
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"Vinsmoke Sanji, King of Germa, who killed his father and his brothers to ascend the throne."
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This is a small gift for Vagabonde because I like their AUs a lot and also because they give me a lot of inspiration!
Now, this image is based on their story "Only the strongest survive" but it's also a sort of token for their future projects. *wink, wink*
;)
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how do we feel about alex smoking cigarettes pre mh and jay pestering him about it 24/7 until one day alex gets fed up and jokingly says he’ll put his cig out on jay if he doesn’t stop bothering him about it, but the look on jays face when alex says this sends a shiver down his spine. maybe he should put the cigarette out on him then if it means jay will make that face and more
excellent tbh. i think jay should b a dumb little asthmatic who thinks smoking is just the hottest and the coolest and follows alex & tim around drooling. promoted to group ashtray on movie nights. staring up at alex w wide eyes thinking theres no way he could really-? rolling up his sleeve and offering his arm puppydog-pleading, alight with interest, begging wordlessly; alex's stomach twisting with a dark, hot glee, you sure? with the cherry already dangling an inch above jay's skin, the threat of it real, his anticipation palpable. his face contorting with pain as his hips jerk up, a flush in his cheeks, the drool dripping from his tongue enough to cool the swollen red wound, gasping something between an apology and thank you
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