#abandoned telephone booths

[mapsoffun]

“An old friend calls and tells us where to meet Her plane takes off from Baltimore And touches down on Bourbon Street.”

--Primitive Radio Gods, “Standing Outside a Broken Telephone Booth with Money in my Pocket”

[north-noire]

If its possible how about 😈 with Henry? I love myself some not morally evil demons.

tagging @theautisticjedi for the ask request :]

Demon William is a very manipulative demon - disguised as a door to door salesman who tempts people who are desperate with a catch. If they don't fulfill their end of the deal, William will be glad to take their souls with him and take them to the underworld. He also enjoys watching people gamble their lives away. He's just more or less amused with how far humanity can fail-- but he does surprisingly, express interest in some aspects of humanity.

Demon Henry, on the other hand, who definitely only gets dragged along by Demon William to the human realm, mostly is just sort of his cohort (half-unwilling). But sometimes, he feels bad for people who grieved for their loved ones' departure, so he sometimes provides them with a way to contact their loved ones through abandoned telephone booths, or in special cases, attaches a part of the departed's souls on something of a sentimental item, but in the process, if a specific place has that item within it, it's more susceptible to be visited by poltergeists, demons and ghosts alike. There's only so much he could do to help, after all...

Ask Game Link Here (requests are closed now though, sorry!)

[rip-regulus]

random things I associate with the marauders + reg

james - the sun, cooking in an apartment with warm lighting, summer road trips specifically in a beaten up truck, red converse, the beach, wired ear buds, laying in a flower field, climbing trees, lighting mcqueen, the laurie love confession, a cd collection, pasta bakes, crying in the shower, treehouses, shotgunning a beer, forgetting to wear your glasses, singing on top of a table, large houses that are still really cozy, smiling really wide, frat parties, your mom jokes, slushy machines, doodles in the margin, polaroids

sirius - the stars, electric guitar, messy black sparkly eyeshadow, making snow angels, rings, having a bonfire, black chipped nail polish, a back pack covered in pin badges, drawing on a car window, smoking after sex, the arctic monkeys, motorbikes, david bowie vinyl, leaning out of a window, hickeys, zippo lighters, men walking the runway, bootcut jeans, setting off fireworks, mummy issues, blasting the radio, talking to the sky, leather jackets

remus - the moon, reading by a fireplace, black coffee, gatekeeping music artists, messily stacked books, really loud booing, grandpa sweaters, smoking in public, mars bars, scars, bed head, a swear jar, mismatched socks, playing chess, crisp autumn air, covering things in stickers, falling asleep in random places, writing a letter, anger issues, listening to records, studying for a test, leather book satchels, high alcohol tolerance

peter - the earth, telephone booths, potted plants, cobblestone streets, knowing secrets, tripping, crossword puzzles, not strong enough by boygenius, digital camera photos, gaming, decorating with picture frames, the end credits of movies, barbed wire fences, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, being exasperated, breaking your arm, big ears, fish eye lens, not being the first choice, welly boots, gambling, hardwood flooring, crayons

regulus - the ocean, paintings with a blurred face, smashed ceramic/glass, winged eyeliner, black cats, the story of icarus, reading poetry and classic literature, graveyards with overgrown grass, piano, religious trauma, bloody knuckles, freshly fallen snow, abandoned churches, nihilism, the movie coraline, gothic architecture, ballet, art museums, being at a crossroads, those windy staircases, the smell of rain, driving gloves, daggers

[licially]

Interlude: Anger

| I may expand on this in the near future, but this is what I can come up with for the time being as I finish off some more fics. Short and simple.

Halina belongs to @wpk12art, Asa Sweet is a character from Lackadaisy, and belongs to @lackadaisycats.

The phone booth’s door opened to a midnight cloud from the outside. The insides of this coffin consisted of graffitis, drawings, markings, and everything in between as the silence within was disturbed by footsteps from yonder. Two light footsteps overtook the space, and within those steps was another object which the person had laid down and leaned towards the sides of the phone booth. It, as with the boots that this person wore, was bloodied. The axe itself had dried, and so did the tiny spots on their shoes. Yet, it didn’t bother them as they closed the door behind them. 

A hand reached out to the receiving end of the telephone, as the other hand from them dialled through a bunch of numbers before it started to connect. The eeriness of the empty environment sat with the person dressed in all black, as if they were a patch of the night sky itself. The only thing that slightly contrasted them was the colour of red, and it is only because the inside of that coat was made with a red fabric. 

Suddenly, the other end spoke. A soft voice spoke up. It’s the receptionist from the Maribel Hotel, someone who the person on the phone had been quite acquainted with. From the person that spoke first, there was a sign that they’ve been doing this for quite a bit.

“Maribel Hotel, how can I help you?”

Then, a slightly irritated voice replied from within the booth. In contrast to the voice that came over the speaker, this one seemed more well-mannered and calm. The voice came across as such, yet it was also a double edged sword, as it had an undertone of dread beneath it and every word from the booth person’s - or the lady with the axe’s - voice seemed like it was dragging out these words.

“Put me to Mr. Sweet, please.” 

The line suddenly went dead, as the other party silently transferred the line over to the “Mr. Sweet” that was mentioned. The phone booth creaked slightly with the wind, with the lady in the booth just slightly noticing the fluctuations. She didn’t mind it, in part because the place itself was as worn as its surroundings. 

As she peered out towards the night sky yet again, she saw the place as nothing but suspicion. The trail of drying blood that led towards her booth, the slight glint of lights that shone into the abandoned buildings and concrete foundations that laid unbothered by nature, her eyes saw it all. The line’s silence proved more to her observation skills as she traced the treelines that were barely visible through the night sky, and a break from the civilisation approaches as she spots a tiny creature that disturbed the night’s winds. It was a tiny rat-

“AHEM…”

The sudden grunt from the other line, and the inexplicable noise that was to follow a disgruntled clearing of his throat startled Halina, but only slightly. She quickly adjusted to the noise, and replied back in the usual sense of wording.

“Mr. Sweet. I apologise for calling this… late at night.” 

“Oh no worries about that at all! I was worried that I was speaking to a ghost, with how long it took you to respond!” 

He laughed at the end of the sentence, as he put Halina’s patience and wit to the test. By testing, it means that he gets to be annoying without the interference of Mordecai since he’s grown to be a bit protective against Asa’s childish demeanour towards her. 

“A very… interesting comparison, sir. I believe I’m not calling you because I wanted to hear your jokes.” 

Her shift in focus was deliberate: it’s best she could kill off the root of the problem before it spun out of control. WIth how Asa had been messing around ever since her induction into the place, it doesn’t seem too out of place to have a level conversation with him. All for the sake of his business.

“Straightforward… alright, what do you got for me?” 

His usual tone went away just after her remarks. With the tone officially set, Halina continued with a sigh. The conversation is finally well under way so that she could get home and rest.

“It seems the supplier held back our agreed amounts on purpose. They have buried it in a cache, three miles from where we had arranged for pickup, and they had men there that had guarded it…”

She began to recount the events that transpired. Roughly two hours ago, her mission had been to accompany another person towards the east side of the Eads Bridge, and to protect them at all costs. Asa had no choice but to bring Halina into it, as the other trustworthy person had been “busy” and wasn't answering his calls. They had arrived near abandoned warehouses that resided a bit into the countryside and just below Brooklyn, Illinois. They were straggling the borders of the two cities, and it was more common to do these operations at night as the border wasn’t too heavily reinforced. 

Halina had been tasked to do this because he thought her skills with melee weapons would be better in the dark rather than loud guns. He had planned to bring Nicodeme, but he had been busy with something else alongside Serafine. Upon arrival at the promised place it was revealed that they had brought on far more men than expected; some 20 odd men instead of 10, and that they were to kill off the person who she had been escorting, which was a defector from their gang within Illinois. Knowing this, she still stuck to her mission, and as they jumped towards the pair with the intent to kill, Halina put her skills to work. 

The first target was careless, as she quickly clawed the axe into the guy’s open face, splitting it almost wide open. The second, third and fourth person carried out attacks next, with the defector managing to throw his gun towards Halina. Without hesitation, she put a hole through those three, alongside a fifth and sixth person about to run behind. Without organisation, they soon turned into chaos. 

“What a bunch of buffoons.” He interjected.

Halina put a quick pause on her story to catch her breath. Meanwhile, she asked about Asa’s well-being. Quite frankly she wanted this to be over so that she could get home to sleep. Despite not being the chatty type, this is the only time she could recount with some accuracy.

“Mr. Sweet, I do hope you do not mind my retelling. However, it is late for both of us. I think the rest is obvious enough with how much blood that had covered my dress and axe.”

The line was silent. She had a tiny doubt that she inadvertently pissed him off but she also reasoned that he was just thinking of how to respond.

“Alright, good work. I trust that you’ve handled them, but what about our handler?”

“He should be making his way towards you as we speak. We only located some stuff that was buried near this place, near the phone booth. Surprisingly.” 

“I see. With how unpredictable they really are, you’ve put a stop to them before anything worse happens. Thank you… Ms Dobra…ski?” 

He reluctantly tripped on the last few words, to the disappointment of Halina. 

“Dabrowska, Mr. Sweet.” 

She replied back, holding back on faulting him for an error that’s bound to come. Even though she wouldn’t let this go by, this was her boss and she could not correct him further lest she wanted to aggravate him. Yet to fuel her anger towards him, Asa replied with minimal differences.

“Ah! Dabrowska. Ms. Dabroska.”

He almost had no shame in correcting what he thought was wrong. Then proceeded to ruin it even more.

“...Mr. Sweet. With all due respect, my last name is not that difficult to remember.” 

If it were up to her, she’d send him to see Atlas within the afterlife.

“It’s… hard to pronounce it. I’d always get Mordecai to relay this, but you’ve opted to contact me first which is also… a first!” 

He bursted out laughing, much to the disgust of Halina who wanted this conversation to end badly. Luckily, she didn’t have to do much as the phone hangs up, and she’s left on her own. Before anything else bad happens, she puts back the receiver end and grabs the axe with an anger never seen before. 

“Skurwysyn, kawał gówna-” she muttered under her breath, before storming off and slamming the door to the phone booth behind her. Its force was strong enough to almost completely bring the dingy door off of its hinges. 

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 9

Current Moon Phase: New Moon 🌑

Before I record my new findings I must confess that I may have panicked when Enid placed her lips upon my skin. I am aware that it was illogical but I seem to be in a rather illogical state of mind as of late. I shall have to discuss this with my therapist at our next session.

Once my brain chemistry had returned to normal levels I was able to rationalize Enid's actions. As I continue to document my subject I have found it prudent to study the social behavior of wolves, as there is much overlap between them and their lycanthropic kin. I have learned that wolves will lick or 'kiss' the muzzles of their packmates as a form of greeting. This shouldn't have been surprising as some human cultures have a similar custom. Clearly Enid was greeting me in a typical werewolf manner and nothing more. Not that I would assume there to be anything more; for what more could there be?

While this new form of greeting was rather startling I feel that I could grow accustomed to it, especially as I have learned there is a much more invasive way of greeting among wolves. I have read how wolves will oftentimes stick their tongues in the mouths of their fellow packmates to gain information about them such as mood, hormonal changes, and so on. While I understand it is a simple formality I would not be ready for such a greeting yet. Perhaps Enid took this into consideration on my behalf? I shall have to ponder this later.

Seeing as I was unable to discuss the matter of being packmates the previous week I once again devised a plan for discussing it. I also wished to observe the effects, or possible lack thereof, of the new moon on my werewolf companion. With both goals firmly in mind I made a request of Enid to join me for a coffee in town. I chose this setting as to allow for greater privacy, as I did not wish to have an audience. I also did not want to catch Enid off guard so I informed her via my mobile telephone that I desired to discuss something of great importance with her.

Enid seemed very enthusiastic about receiving my message, for she sent many more in response. I assume her promptness in which she wanted to respond was the reason for her abbreviations and misspelling of many words as well as the addition of several unnecessary punctuation marks. I wrote her back informing her that her questions would be answered to the best of my abilities and that she could answer mine in turn.

Enid arrived at the Weathervane ten minutes prior to our agreed upon meeting time. She appeared to be somewhat anxious. Perhaps something had occurred during her commute? Either way she wasted no time ordering and promptly sitting down across from me at the booth I selected. She was quick to inquire as to what I wanted to discuss. I considered her for a moment. She still appeared distressed. I attempted to ease the tension by complimenting her appearance. However, my mind had once again abandoned me and I spoke not in English.

'But I already shut the door?' Enid had responded in confusion, glancing back at the entry to the Weathervane. I was most perplexed and blinked slowly. 'Why'd you ask that in a French accent?' She asked. I appeared to be speaking French this time but could not recall what I had said. Enid rose slowly as her name was called to retrieve her order. I began to panic slightly. Would I be able to discuss our status as packmates? What if this lapse in cognitive function made it infeasible to converse in English? As Enid returned to the table I quickly stood up. Perhaps I could right some of these errors with a simple werewolf greeting?

I placed my hands on Enid's arms and stretched upwards to place a quick kiss upon her cheek. Having completed the greeting I pulled back. Enid stared at me with wide eyes as she fluffed out. I was gripped with an even greater anxiety. Had I greeted her incorrectly? Enid continued to stare at me as she sat down. I hurried to mirror her and sat down as well. I prepared to intercept her question just as she began to open her mouth. Misfortune seemed to have taken favor with me, for in my haste I bungled my words. I had meant to ask 'What are we as packmates?' However, I instead asked 'Are we mates?'

Enid spat out a fair amount of coffee. Evidently she had gone to sip her drink rather than ask me a question. Her cheeks flushed with color as she wiped her mouth. I felt my own grow rather hot at my verbal faux pas. I tried again. 'S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi' I began then stopped as I was once again cursed to speak in tongues that were not applicable to my current situation. 'Willa, why do you keep talking like that?' Enid whispered. 'Je ne sais pas!' My mind was waging war against itself in an apparent attempt at self sabotage. 'Lo siento.' I had managed to switch languages but not to my intended one. I gripped the table and considered making a retreat until my sanity saw fit to return to me.

I nearly jumped as I felt Enid's soft warm hands envelope my own. 'Willa-?' She shook her head. 'Wednesday' She had begun in a much more serious tone. Without stating it directly she had commanded me to look at her. I felt trapped in those cerulean eyes as if I were stranded in the middle of the ocean without a life preserver. She applied a steady pressure to my hands. 'Do you want to be mates?' I was beginning to drown in those pools of piercing blue. I numbly felt my body act without my volition. It was as if I was a specter observing from afar. I saw myself nod but was too numb to feel it. I wanted to scream for correction; to clarify any possible misunderstanding.

'Estoy asustada.' Was all I could manage to muster. The shock of saying something so obviously against my nature was enough to break me from my paralytic state. I blinked and tore my eyes away from the wolf to scowl at myself. 'Willa, what are you saying?' She asked. 'I don't know. I think I'm going mad.' I replied earnestly. There was a moment of silence. I looked down at my captured hands. Enid was stroking them gently with her thumbs. This brought some sort of comfort. Perhaps because a formidable predator had me restrained and could end me from suffering even further embarrassment.

'I think you're having a panic attack.' The werewolf informed me. I swallowed. The shame I felt was incredible. How could I be so weak? I balled my hands into fists, or at least tried to while in the werewolf's grasp. 'Can I try something? To help you out of it?' She offered. I nodded again. 'This might hurt a little.' She said. My curiosity was piqued and then I felt it, a sharp prick. I looked down to see the werewolf digging her thumb claws into my hand. The rush of clarity and relief from my panicked state was immeasurable. I looked up at her with gratitude but for some reason my heart palpitations continued.

Enid did not catch my eye this time as she instead kept them fixed upon the hands of her captured prey. She frowned at the small beads of blood she had drawn but kept her claws in. 'I want to be mates too.' She said lightly. I felt a sudden elation I couldn't place. Obviously she meant packmates, because she knew the nuances of the situation. She was choosing to abbreviate the term as I had done, likely as a way to comfort me and my disastrous initial attempt at beginning the conversation.

'I want to take things slow but I don't know if I can, with you.' She had said with a shy smile. I too felt the hint of a grin tug at my lips until her eyes pounced upon me again. I froze like a mouse before a cat. I remained trapped in her gaze as she once again applied pressure to my hand with her claws. A discomfiting sound escaped my lips which I shall not elaborate on further. I wanted nothing more than for my packmate to maul me in that moment. I believe some part of her desired that as well for the look she gave me not so subtly indicated a deep hunger. As if anticipating death, or at the very least a light maiming at her hands, I felt myself lean forward slightly.

A heard the quietest of growls escaped her as she leaned closer in turn. Her lips began to part and I felt my own reciprocate. My mind began to fill with a suffocating haze and my heartbeat thundered deafeningly in my ears. Just as I thought she was about to close the gap between us she paused. 'Wens?' The concern in her voice struck me like a slap across the face. What had I done now? I followed her gaze downward. I appeared to be gripping her hands for dear life. My body also seemed to be experiencing mild tremors, likely a new symptom manifesting from the current madness engulfing me.

I quickly released her hands and withdrew. I looked out the window in an attempt to quell my mind and conceal my illness. 'Sorry.' I heard the werewolf murmur. 'I guess that was a little too fast, huh?' Yes, perhaps it was too soon for a mauling and a public setting such as the Weathervane felt rather inappropriate for such an intimate matter. I agreed and kept my eyes averted. I was unable to complete any further research.

Dear Diary,

So I know last time I said this but - you are NOT going to believe what happened today! 😳 Okay, so first of all Willa asked if we could go grab coffee with the most ominous text ever 😰

Enid, I humbly request your presence at the Weathervane this morning at 9am sharp. We must discuss an important matter regarding the status of our relationship that can no longer be avoided.

I thought I was going to DIE! 😵 That was somehow so much worse than just 'we need to talk.' And of course she didn't elaborate on in further when I started panic texting her back I was so worried that I misread her signals (which, like, can anyone read her signals? Is she even sending signals?) when I kissed her last week. I was scared that I messed up and she was going to ask to move out or something 😥

But! I noticed she's kept the wolf stuffed animal I left her so I figured there was maybe a 50/50 chance she just maybe, possibly, wanted to ask me out? Anyway, I showed up early (because I was losing my mind!) I order, I go over to her, I ask her what's up and she says 'Jhut da door'? Maybe it was French? (I don't know, I never paid attention in that class) And I was so confused and then they called my order -

Anyway! I get back, Willa gets up, and OHMYGOD. SHE. KISSED. ME. (on the cheek) 😵 I didn't know what was going on but at least I wasn't worried about her asking to move out anymore But it didn't stop there - I go to have a sip of my coffee and Willa just blurts out 'Are we mates?' OMG I thought I was going to shoot coffee out my nose - Were we dating this whole time and I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT?

I started freaking out - Willa started freaking out - we were both freaking OUT 😨😨 Willa starts speaking in French and maybe some other language at some point. I ask what's going on and she looks like she's about to run. I take her hands to try and calm her down. I have to have an answer! I have to try to calm down so I can ask if she wants to be mates, because Willa-! Do you know what you're asking? 😳😳😳 She has this terrified look in her eyes but nods. I feel like I'm about to wolf out in the middle of the Weathervane, she looks like she's screaming internally, and then she whispers something. (Willa! What are you saying?) I ask her what she's saying and then she just gives me this dead-eyed look and is like 'I think I'm going mad.' OMG. Willa. You're not mad - just emotionally constipated!

But then I noticed something really going wrong. I could smell her adrenaline and cortisol levels going through the roof. I think that took everything out of her just to ask if we are romantically involved 😥 I just kept holding her hands and let her know that I think she's having a panic attack. Her panic only seems to get worse and now she looks like she wants to die. 😰 I know suggesting breathing exercises, and talking it out aren't going to work at that moment so I went with the next best thing… I dug my claws into her hands. 😔 I know that pain is one of the few things that could pull her out of a panic attack but I don't like it.

Once I start drawing blood… I could smell that it stopped. I told her that I wanted to be mates too... She didn't say anything but her response was obvious. However, when I went to look at her she became immediately frightened. Worried that she might have another panic attack, I squeezed her hands again. She, uh 😳 She made an interesting noise! I couldn't take my eyes off her now and she started leaning forward. Just as I start leaning forward to share our 💕 first kiss 💕 she starts shaking like a leaf! 😣💔 I stop and she pulls away like she's terrified. She practically curled up into a ball! I apologized for taking things too fast. (I just really wanted to kiss her )

She didn't talk much after that. I felt so bad. 😢 I know Wednesday can get overwhelmed really quickly from anything having to do with emotions or expressing them openly. I told her I was going to leave, you know, to give her some space if she needed, but she shook her head, got up and took my hand saying that she was going with me - with her mate ❤️

[thewomanwithmissingfingers]

Now he understood everything: his whole life had merely been a long wait in an abandoned telephone booth with a dead phone.

Life is Elsewhere, Milan Kundera, 1973

[quandaryqueen]

*metal pipe noise x2*

HI HELLOOOOO IM BACK AGAIIIIN!!!!

I am the very happy yippee about the cuddling hcs for HQ Scarecrow and my hyperfix hungers for more!

I want you to go have fun with this next one, write whatever HCs you want about him, whether it's angst, fluff, etc. you get the idea

I just love him so much he literally does the :3 face!!

Valentine's Day

Harley Quinn Series Jonathan Crane X Reader

Inspired by the Valentine's Day special.

Omg, I didn't realise you requested for HC's omg I got a little carried away when you said I was allowed angst 😅

You narrowed your eyes upon spotting something falling from the sky... Scratch that, it looked as though it was raining, except it was pink flowers. Having been living in Gotham with its sporadic fuckery, you didn't fuck around and find out what the pink rain was as you stepped into the nearest telephone booth and locked yourself in.

Everyone in the city just stood and stared as the majestic fall of what seemed like pink petals fall from the skies, as if the heavens were to celebrate the romantic day as well, while you stand wonder whether these people, the same people who opt not to drink from their sinks and spend extra money on mineral water just in case your husband decided to spike the water supply with his spooky juice, were standing and just watching? But for all you knew, this was just flower confetti to celebrate the day, might be some rich person romantically littering the whole city as a grand gesture of love, but you would rather not catch something today.

It didn't take long for your cautious ass to be justified when everyone around you started acting up. Just as you avoided being one of them, you nonchalantly hotwired the nearest vehicle and headed elsewhere to rid yourself of the eyesore that was public indecency in every turn. At the beginning of the day, you had bleach in your eye drops expecting the day will transpire as it would in Valentine's Day, but the simultaneous exhibitionism was a step too far than you had anticipated.

Your Valentine's Day has been going... Not so peachy. No one else to celebrate it with, not after your husband had gone when he collaborated with the Joker. The bitter resentment remain rested on your tongue as time and time again you witness just how the Joker began to have all happiness had to offer despite what he had done while you, whom he had left void of their other half, continuously burrowed in a hole with no chance to get out. Despite what Joker had done, all the atrocities, the lives he's taken and yet he gets to have a happy family.

Jonathan promised you the world when he asked you to marry him and his promise, he was beginning to give you, Gotham being the first of the world he had to offer. But you didn't want the world, you just wanted him. And in the process of giving you the world by helping the Joker take over Gotham, he had made a small mistake. It was ridiculous to call it a mistake, as it was just a little mishap that's easily ignored-- it was just in the mind of a fucking clown with a weather vane for a moral compass, cost the love of your life to be taken away from you.

You intended to dine in a restaurant where you first had your first date with your husband, reserving your table months in advance, when you were denied and told someone had taken it in your stead with cash you can only dream of making. Fine. That's fine. You could just take a walk in the park like what had happened after your first date with Jonathan... Guess who was there? Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy with their helicopter and hostage taking and whatever date they got going on. The park scratched from your agenda, you started to wander around Gotham... Which happens to be a bad idea, when all you do was sulk and scowl at every passing couple in envy. Then, it began to rain sex pollen... What a day.

And you really had no one to turn to to discuss the crazy fucking day you've had. For one, everyone you knew abandoned you when it came to light you married the fucking Scarecrow. You tried to reconnect with them, but they just couldn't look you in the eye anymore. Two, you couldn't mingle with the crowd your husband was a part of, due to the fact you are not a rogue and you just could not get along with them with the knowledge of them potentially using you against Jonathan when it came to that chance. And they had. You really only had Jonathan but fate went 'Fuck you' and took him.

"Y/N!"

A certain old acquaintance of yours landed on the hood of your car, face pressed against the windshield causing you to swerve due to shock and almost crash. Acting upon nothing but adrenaline, your foot stomped on the brakes, causing a red and black jester to fly off... But Harley being Harley, brushed it off, before she ran towards your side.

"Perfect timing! I need your help!"

"Why?" Everything in your day has gone south, in one way or another, you couldn't bother to mask the annoyance on your countenance.

"We need to find an antidote--"

"I'll pass." You gave her a poor attempt to smile, before once again resorting to start the car again. Just when you were about to drive away, she stands in your way.

"Come on! You're Y/N Crane! The best chemist Gotham U has to offer! Highest ranking in your class!"

"I know what my credentials are, you don't have to recite them to me." What had intended to be an intrusive thought, slips from your lips yet you felt no guilt. "Now could you please," as you made another attempt to turn, she blocks your path once again.

"You're the only one I know who can help us!"

Finally having it, you revved the engine of the car before driving, uncaring enough not to look back to see what state you left Harley in from your potentially fatal stunt. But based on the loud profanities being hurled your way, she must have dodged it.

Harley Quinn... An old 'acquaintance' is a flexible word to use when describing your relationship with her. During her days being in a relationship with Clown Prince of Crime, she was a total cunt towards other villain couples and will do just about anything to be appear better than them. Why, she had came close to killing you when she found out you and Jonathan were nominated as best couples in the Villy's at some point, even if you couldn't care less about some Oscar's rip off. Besides, you weren't qualified as a Villain couple, due to the fact you aren't even a rogue. This nomination was only spurred by the revelation that Jonathan was in a relationship with you, which was a huge fucking surprise for everyone.

She was hostile towards you, went out of her way to pull strings to trip you and for months she tormented you, even when she and Joker won their stupid little trophy at that Villain's award show. You understand the fact she was a different person when she was in a relationship with the Joker, but that does not change the fact she had made your life a living hell for no reason. Come to think of it, she hasn't even apologized.

You had no destination in mind, all you wanted to do was to get away from the sex crazed city and escape the sights and sounds and everything... That was until you pass a chemical plant, did you start to make a turn and stop. The pollen had ceased to fall, but you made the precaution to wear a mask just in case lingering remnants might affect you before letting yourself out the car.

It was just an old, abandoned chemical plantation to others, but to you it is a sentimental piece. Aside from concocting the next Fear toxin to spike water supply that occurs in that abandoned plant, everything just started there. Just two college students coming from their own specialty in science coming together to create something and perhaps teach one another about their branch of knowledge. Until your exchange began to expand to your other interests, then your personal lives... Bond, relationship, marriage.

Scratching the surface was your only way to go if you don't want to cripple yourself with the pain of remembering what you may never experience again. But then again, after his death, living your every day life has nothing but a reminder of you never experiencing him again, it's just that today was multiplied by a hundred from the usual.

You thought you would heal by now, but the wounds still cuts deep as it had the first time you learned of his death. It just so happens you were too drained to shed a tear. Shuddering out a breath, you lean your weight against a tree, leaning your head backwards.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Jon."

[youngestdaughtersyndrome]

if i could go anywhere right now. theres a gas station right at the north end of the 1 in northern california and its half abandoned and old and rusted and the blackberry thickets grow strong and sweet around a broken telephone booth ..... i want to be there

[sergioguymanproust]

Finding telephone booths in the most remote and strange places has never ceased to surprise me. You may think that this is not so strange,but in my book it is,specially when things do appear out of place and in the case of telephone booths continue to work even though the people is gone and nature has taken over.We often ignore things like flickering fluorescent lights,or a ringing telephone on a booth in a small abandoned village. The most curious case observing a ghost walking into an abandoned telephone booth and disappearing. Whenever I travel the countryside I ask for the location of the nearest booth.Urban legends often tell stories that we believe to be just pure fiction but even in them there’s a grain of truth .One evening parked on an abandoned gas station with a telephone booth next to it,shaken violently without anyone inside, in another instance in a different town a telephone booth completely engulfed in flames next to a cornfield on a closer inspection the power line completely cut off.Isolated incidents do happen everywhere but when a region is explored a pattern is revealed.Well, I’m sure you have stories of your own you will recall after reading this.You see our reality is constantly being changed,distorted by these events, and we are simply witnessing them without intervening.For those curious enough this is in my opinion food for thought.Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

Call me, Gilbert Fastenaekens

[itsrattysworld]

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[twentythreemillionstories]

Thursday 28th September 2023, Redmond, 7.58am.

#156,108 — A man enters a telephone booth. The very ghost of his wife encourages him to fall in love with that woman and abandon his dream of madness for the birth of a new child.

[szczutek]

The Shooting Script, 35mm

  One of the first projects during my Foundation Diploma. The project relies on a lists of largely abstract scripted cues which we were required to visualise within 24 hours through the medium of film photography.

  1. A Great Escape: A motorcycle, on it the phrase “FREE BITCH” printed on a sticker   2. Isolation: A single rose in a vase viewed through a cafe window   3. Good Morning, Sunshine!: A back alley behind a school, lined with black bins in the morning   4. Restriction vs. Liberty: A hand holding a small pamphlet announcing a rally against the Israeli Apartheid   5. Fitting In: A burnt church agaist the backdrop of modernist architecture   6. A Work in Progress: An artist at work panting a small mural   7. A Time Almost Forgotten: An abandoned building, now guarded off for renovation   8. An Act of Rebellion: A figure tresspassing into a marina   9. Inadequacy: Inside a telephone booth a lesbian imitates having a penis using a telephone receiver

[1five1two]

[calistosims98]

SIMSTOBER Day 22:  Abandoned 

Today I have also done Sailor Moon hahahaha in this chapter they leave Usagi and she feels very bad. 

They are two different phone booths so it has two colors.

@simstober​ and thanks for cc <3

[xscape-photography]

Needs some TLC.

[pennanbrae]

ET 👽, phone home 📞