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[tinyorangepotato]

Miraculous color wheel!

[finchers-ipad]

SE7EN FUN FACTS!! (SPOILER WARNING)

these are my favourite facts/little details about the production!!! a lot of them are from the dvd commentary, ‘David Fincher: Mindgames’ book and other random interviews i have consumed! :)

(thank you to @loosebonez for giving to an excuse to dump these and itch my brain!!)

- Fincher wanted to keep Kevin Spacy out of the marketing campaign for se7en so that his reveal would be all the more shocking, this included not having him in trailers, posters and even his name not being on the opening credits (and on letterboxd Spacey’s name isn’t at the top of the cast list like it normally would be for such a big role but it’s at the very bottom of the cast list, which is very cool and epic of letterboxd)

- (related) in the promotional material , the scene of John Doe’s phone call to Mills and Somerset is included, and because they were keeping Kevin Spacy out of the campaign, FINCHER DOES THE VOICE OF JOHN DOE WHICH IS SO FUCKING COOL!!

- Fincher wanted the film to be a “no colour, colour movie” and therefore kept the production and set design to a very gray/black/green colour pallet so that when colour is used it has impact and draws the audiences attention (seen most notably with the colour red for blood, Johns prison outfit being red to show he is a threat and stand out and the neon red cross over John Doe’s bed)

- Fincher was sent the wrong script when being asked to do the film, as there was multiple versions of the ending, and the ending he was supposed to be sent was one where Mills’s dog’s head is in the box at the end instead of Tracys head. it was in Brad Pitt’s contract that he would only do the film if it had the head in the box ending

- an extra in the back of the barbershop scene was drunk on set, and the extra sat in the chair was worried that he was going to cut him with a straight razor (which was real and not a prop because the props department ran out of them lmao)

- Clive Piercy and John Sabel, who designed John Doe’s diary’s spent 2 months and around $15000 (i found that number online but idk how accurate it is) to HANDWRITE a lot of the diary’s. obviously not all of them are hand written but the ones given close ups on camera and in the opening credits are. there are around 2000 notebooks. there is a special feature section on the dvd where you can listen to them explain how they created them and the ideas behind the information they put in them, it’s very interesting i highly recommend it :3

- in the back of the leather store scene, John Doe can be seen looking at Mills and Somerset through the window from the outside, he even has a limp like the guy working there mentioned. he has a limp because he cut his leg on a window when Mills was chasing him earlier in the film.

- se7en was heavily inspired by the neo-nior films of the 70’s such as ‘The French Connection’

- Andrew Kevin Walker (the scriptwriter) makes a cameo at the beginning of the film as the dead guy at the first crime scene before the opening credits

- Fincher and Arthur Max (production designer) wanted the city that the film is set to be nameless and unrecognisable, which lets the audience think that this type of crime can be going on in any city and all around them. they ensured the anonymity of the city by removing and changing street signs, creating police cars with their own unique design to the film. they also did no large establishing shots of the city, and if they did, they were shots of building exteriors and general unrecognisable images

-Fincher and Pitt both agreed that Mills is a selfish character, and should be presented as such. they amplified this by adding David and Tracey’s dogs last minute, to show that he is so selfish as to move these big dogs into a small city apartment

- there is a deleted scene of Somerset checking out a new house in the country side, which would have been at the beginning of the film and they really liked this cute little cottage that they filmed it at but it was RIGHT next to a maximum security prison so they had to put these massive barrels of hay in-front of the barbed wire to block the view of the prison 😭

- not a fact but the dvd commentary for se7en is available on spotify and it has the audio from the film too which is really cool (please listen to it just to hear how crazy Arthur Max’s voice is)

THANK YOU FOR READING MY INFO DUMP!!! i fucking love this film (if you couldn’t tell already) and i honestly probably have more facts but these are my favourites that come to mind!!! crazy film with silly guys that established Fincher as a director :) (sorry about any spelling mistakes) <3

[zipperzoo]

FIGHT TO MAKE IT UP

The Batman (2022) bruce wayne x f!reader

Masterlist / AO3 / Playlist

Story summary: Set a month after the movie. Reader is finding it hard to make ends meet in Gotham City. With her deep rooted hatred for the rich and for the system she feels trapped in she and her crime pal Sausages come across a contract job. This is no ordinary job, one that has a deadline and involves Bruce Wayne. A/N: I'm not really a writer, this is the first time I've ever written anything like this (or first time completing a story). I had a blast writing these and incorporating ideas that made me laugh or soft soooo- ENJOY! :>

This story is heavily inspired by heist movies such as The Italian Job (1969) and comedic British mob crime films.

Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Crime Family, Thriller, Nior, Heist, Action, Comedy, Crime, Romance.

Word count: 2.9k

Prologue

I am lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight. What am I?

Often you would have someone you could always turn to, for advice or comfort. Y/N had someone like that. 

Reflecting fondly on the time she was too scared to get her train to Gotham, where she would end up living. Her grandfather sat her down and said “you just gotta go for it, don't think about what comes after or what came before. Take a deep breath and jump. And you might think what if I fall- oh no what if you don't. What if you fly!” 

The way he held her cheek in his wrinkled hand. A fond smile and glimmer in his eye as her’s watered. She had left him there at that station, alone. 

Now- a year later, she was at Gotham’s prince’s tower- the Wayne Tower.

Y/N ran through the double doors of the top floor. There she breathed in the room, the entire gothic interior of the tower. The architecture instantly made her think of her grandfather’s home but this- this felt expensive. It made her feel small. A mouse in the lure of a fussed cat.

It had only been a month after the events of the Riddler. Gotham was a wreck as expected, and Y/N lost her home in the flood. She was already in crippling debt and now she lived in her car. Places like this- Wayne Tower were far beyond her reach she couldn't help but snoop around the prince's palace.

Slowly and steadily, she reached the windows. She looked out and saw Gotham in its entity. she couldn't help but look down at the people below. Blinking lights. Each light was a person or a family with their own story. A narrative scene unfolding, maybe someone just got engaged. Maybe someone else just fell in love or another just had a huge fight with their friend. 

This is what Bruce did, this is where he would stand. Him and all his money, his family wealth looked down on these people. He probably didn't acknowledge the small worlds behind those lights. Wayne’s were the ones with the empty hearts. This pyramid of capital that they stood at the top of. She scoffed, turning around taking in the room she was in.

Cold. The entire room was cold. Y/n ran her hands across the cool wood of the table, not a single spec of dust. At first glance it felt more like a showroom in a museum than somewhere anyone would live in. It's hard to imagine any sort of life to take place here, with everyday mundane stuff like; having breakfast with large amounts of people. Holding parties and events. This room felt like it was supposed to be vacant, dead.

Moving around the room she caught sight of the magnificent arches that framed the stairwell. Tilting her head to the side admiring its structure, imagining a young kid swinging around him. A little Bruce tripping over the gothic roots or playing monkey bars on the wooden vines that wrap themselves around the arches. 

The place, devoid of color, gave off very old money craftsmanship. Y/N put her hands on her hips brushing her fingers along the gun on her hip. Brown. The entire room was one mono tone of brown with golden and red hues. She assumed it could make the entire room sparkle when a small splash of light just decorated the rather bland room. Bringing a little life to this dead space.

“Nice place” she mumbled to herself. Although bland and empty of colour the place was actually beautifully unique. 

Hearing footsteps approaching behind her, suspecting it was the man of the tower, she spun around and locked eyes with an old man. That's not Bruce Wayne.

Alfred caught Y/N standing there, in the center of the dining room. Surrounded by shrouded thorns of the structure. They held eye contact. Her mind ran still, empty and quiet with panic.

“Shit” she spat out. Instantly making a dash to the door. Alfred cuts her off with an attempt to disarm her with an elbow to her face. She ducked. Springing back up, striking him in the throat immobilizing him long enough for her to run to the doorway.

Pulling out her gun from her holster, Y/N in a state of panic ejects the magazine sloppily. Reloading. The fast paced footsteps behind her drew closer. Bruce Wayne isn't here?

Whipping around she held Alfred at gunpoint. Thinking she had the advantage she flashed a cheeky smile. Alfred tutted and shook his head. Grabbing her forearm, raising it and twisting it. Attempting to disarm her. In the heat of that action, Y/N pulled the trigger, just missing Alfred’s ear by a hair. The bullet ran through the perfect structure of the gothic arch just above them letting dust trickle down like snow. 

He spun her around, buckling her wrist, resulting in her dropping the gun right into his hand.

“I don't know who you are but you sure do lack some manners.” Alfred had a calmness to his voice. Quickly inspecting the room, noticing the hole she made besides his head. He let out a sigh, that was going to be a pain to fix.

“I don't know who you are but I sure as hell know you're not Bruce Wayne.” She had venom in her voice.

“What do you want with Mr Wayne?” He asked. Alfred loosening his grip, pushing her from him. She stumbled forward, while rubbing her wrist she turned around to face him. He removed the magazine from her gun, throwing them opposite ends of the room, remaining in a perfectly crisp posture.

“Oh you know, just ask him out for a cup of coffee, maybe ask him for his bank details, the usual stuff.” She mocked Alfred's calmness. His clothes only slightly creased from the stress of having to deal with this nuisance. 

“You think you're really clever, huh?”

“The brightest.”

He let out an exhausted sigh. Y/N eyed where her gun and the ammo was. Too far between each other to grab and load. As if reading her mind Alfred spoke up.

“You're not that very bright if you think you have an advantage at getting those.” Looking over his shoulder at the gun and its round on the floor. Turning back towards her for a split second of catching her in his peripheral vision. He knew he had made a mistake. She punched him in the face with a closed fist. Catching him by surprise.

Attempting to push past him to grab the ammo first which was closest to the main door of the room, but she was yanked back- he pulled her arm flipping her onto her back creating a loud crash. The air in her lungs escaped her with a big oof.

Messaging his jaw, Alfred towered over her panting. The sweat off his brow dripped onto the floor. She leaned up resting on her elbows to look up at him in defeat but full of red wrath.

“Alright I give up.” She glared at him.

“Splendid. Now you can answer my inquiries.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic” she spoke out sarcastically.

“Mr Wayne, what do you want with him?” he inquired, fixing his cufflinks.

“What every girl wants with him” she batted her eyelashes at him, overly playing up her femininity. He gave her a serious and stern look. 

“I can easily call security up and have you arrested for trespassing.”

“I have a feeling old man- you’re not gonna do that.” she chewed her tongue, glaring at him. He let out a sigh of annoyance. It felt like arguing with a toddler.

After a moment of silence Alfred opened his mouth to speak to then be interrupted by a crash coming from behind him. 

A man barges in through the door wrestling another man with a suitcase. The sudden commotion captured both Y/N and Alfred's attention. The man with the suitcase slams the gun, the other was holding onto the wall jarring it from his hand. Bouncing onto the floor, One of the men kicked the gun, letting it slide across the polished floor to land near Y/N. Without a single thought, she lunges to grab it as did Alfred. 

“Hey! Princess!” Yelled one with glee pulling the man with the suitcase towards him. Guiding the man to run into a fist in a very slapstick fashion.

From the sudden commotion and distraction, Y/N used this to knock Alfred down by swiping at his feet. He stumbled backwards- her attempt was weak.

“Don’t call me princess, Sausages!” Screamed Y/N

In a desperate sprint to reach Sausages, Y/N had suddenly been pulled back. Pinned against the floor.

With her face planted in the hardwood she peaked over at Sausages, Alfred whipped his head around to see what she saw and took notice of the suitcase, Alarm bells were ringing in his head as the world around him blurred, letting the case focus. The suitcase.

“Need a little help?” Yelled out Sausages, again this time with the man attached to the suitcase in a headlock. The man attempted to get Sausages off him by hitting him on the head with the actual suitcase several times. Each attempt just made Sausages smile wider and brighter.

“This wasn't part of the plan!” She cried out reaching for the gun in a wrestle with Alfred. She couldn't help but think this old man was not what he appeared to be. He has strength and stamina. Fucking insane. Did this pensioner do kickboxing in between wiping Mr Wayne's ass?

“Yeah?” Sausages laughed between each wack to the face from the suitcase. “No shit!”

“Who are you two?” Alfred spat out through gritted teeth. Y/N was pushing his face away, clawing at his wrinkled cheek in a desperate attempt to get him off her.

Alfred leaned away from her scratching and clawing, she got the upper hand of letting her legs slip in from under him and kicked him in the chest to send him flying. 

Grabbing the gun that was beside her, she laughed. The heavy weight of the security in her hands gave her a sense of control. 

Jumping up to her feet she pointed the gun at the man with the suitcase who froze when the barrel looked directly back at him with its singular eye. Sausages cheered, ruffling the man's hair while still holding him hostage in a headlock. 

“Do you need a little help?” she grinned.

Sausage rolled his eyes then his gaze was stolen- darting over to beside Y/N and his upbeat mood melted away instantly. Her finger hovered on the trigger aiming besides them both, planning to fire a warning shot. But Alfred charged at her side, catching her from surprise. 

From the sudden jolt she pulled the trigger.

After the bang of the gun, a loud thud hit the floor from across the room. In a rush of panic Y/N looked to make sure she didn't shoot Sausages. Deep and heavy dread sat at the bottom of her stomach.

Everyone froze in place Including Sausages who stood there, arms in the air with shock and fresh blood sprayed across his face. Relief washed over her, she didn't shoot him. Still riding the high of the relief she followed Sausage's gaze and saw it. 

She had shot the man with the suitcase dead center in the head, between the eyes. What a bullseye.

Face pale and white, ghost-like as nausea pirouetted in her gut. The body on the floor was just bleeding out, limp with the suitcase still attached to his arm. She felt vile bubble up her throat as the acidly taste just crept its way up her tongue. She killed a man. 

Y/N stared straight ahead, Sausages and Alfred remained idle. It's like the gun shot sent a wave through everyone in the room to paralyze them.

After that pause of silence. Sausages shook off his surprise and ran over to assist Y/N with her attempts to knock out Alfred. One obstacle was out of the way lying on the floor like a rag doll and now the issue at hand was the old man.

“You almost shot me!” Sausages grabbed Alfred by the collar pulling him off her. It took Sausages back as he hadn’t expected the old man to be so heavy or take a lot of willpower to pull. She Crawled away pointing the gun at Alfred. Aim shaky but this time her finger off the trigger, learning her lesson fast.

Alfred raised both of his arms in the air and relaxed. Two against one. He isn't like Batman, he doesn't have a chance especially if one of them is a little skittish with a gun. Best to be compliant.

“You almost shot me” Sausages whispered over to Y/N. 

Trembling with the gun sweating in her grip, darted her eyes between Alfred and the body laying behind him like a rag doll. Fixated on the gaping eyes with a noxious wound between them. The crimson, a mask of crimson covering all features. Mouth open ajar. The body still fucking warm.

“I heard you the first time.” She nodded over to the figure draped on the floor “what's with the guy with the suitcase?” “Well…” Sausages pulled a pained expression, leaning over to whisper something into her ear. Alfred remained calm, keeping focus on them both. “He is holding what we came here for.”

Alfred heard them whispering, his lip twitched. He now had the answers he was looking for earlier. Y/N eyes widened as Sausages spoke further, still focusing on the body. The suitcase was handcuffed to the dead man and it looked like it was uncomfortably tight. She was connecting the dots; The man, Sausage attacking him, the suitcase oh god the suitcase being attached to him? Realizing that not only did she kill a man but she killed a man who was attached to the one thing they came here for. It was locked with a dead body attached. Brilliant.

“The suitcase has a lock on it and inside the suitcase are what we are here for.”

“Don't say that” Anxiety had her in a choke hold. The man on the floor she swore was staring back at her, she swore she saw his finger twitch. He was moving, he wasn't dead. Convincing herself that she didn't just kill man and better yet she didn't kill the man who was attached to the one thing her and Sausages needed for freedom.

“I’m going to throw a shot in the dark here and presume you're both attempting to rob the Wayne’s.” From Alfred’s calm demeanor he aggravated Y/N. She swung the gun to point at him, making him tense, only slightly.

“Oh shut up!” Stepping closer and shoving the gun in his face. Sausages came up behind her, trying to calm her down. “Shut up shut up SHUT UP!” Shaking off Sausages and nudging him to get away.

Stepping away, stretching her arms out to keep Alfred face to face with the gun she circled him. She had to think fast, there was a dead body on their hands. They were only supposed to grab what they needed and ditch before anyone noticed. It was a mistake to have come up to the tower to see Bruce. It was an impulsive act that really did make her pay. Her weird little hatred and fascination with him bit her in the ass this time.

“Grab the suitcase.” She demanded.

“But the dead guy-”

“Grab the suitcase and the dead guy.” He didn't need to be told another time. He ran over to the body and hesitated for a second before picking up the body and throwing it over his shoulder. Gagging as the man drooled blood out of his mouth all over Sausages jacket. Black substance- sort of like BBQ sauce. Sausages would never touch it ever again in his life after this.

“You” she nodded towards Alfred. He raised his chin in acknowledgement, remaining stationed where she had him pinned in place. “If you come after us I will shoot you in the leg. Do not follow us.” She lowered the gun for a second. Anxiety and panic was pounding in her chest, the best cause of action? Pretend you have your shit together. Pretend you have a back up plan and a back up for that back up.

Heart pounding and thoughts racing, the man with the case staring at her from Sausages grasp. The impending thought of the object in the suitcase not reaching her boss. The thought of never seeing her grandfather again better let being trapped in Gotham longer as this window of opportunity was slowly closing- out of reach. 

Alfred stared at her, she stared back. Her mind ran blank as her impulsive voice became loud.

“Oh screw it”

In a flash, she double tapped Alfred in the knee causing him to buckle over and fall to the floor letting out a pained cry. Sausages yelled out, questioning why she bothered. She felt a shiver rush through her. She didn't like it, she hated it, she never shot anyone before until today and she shot two people- one of which is dead. but it was necessary to shoot Alfred. She knew he would chase after them, despite her threat.

Y/N Rushed past him letting a soft whisper of “sorry” brush past. Reaching the exit of the room, she briefly looked back, regret cradled itself in her chest. This could have all been easily avoided. She hesitated at the door but with a strong pat on the back from her friend, she ran out the door. Leaving Alfred on the floor bleeding onto the hardwood alone.

Bruce wouldn't be home for hours. Unbeknownst to Y/N or Alfred, he was lying in the trunk of Sausage's car, unconscious.

[azaleablue]

This is funny for one of two possible reasons. He gets into Emo music and is like “Fuck it, I want to turn into Melanie Martinez” and does it to be rebellious and a way to give a middle finger to his dad. OR, he thinks that it will make ladybug think that he’s cool and popular, as a lot of trendy people do it, and she doesn’t care, but even though both chat and Adrien have the weird hair, she does not put two and two together and thinks that they’re totally unrelated.

AU where half of Adrien's hair is blonde and the other is black

[camembertandcookies]

Stoned fic

The four besties get stoned. Oh and Identify reveal.

Read on AO3.

It took almost a year to wear them down. Alya and Nino had been smoking since the end of high school. They began to invite Mari and Adrien, although they both always just watched. On a particularly sunny weekend, Nino invited the group camping.

Adrien had been feeling rather free in the last month. His father’s court case had been finalized. Although he loved his father, he was able to recognize the evil inside the man that had almost killed Ladybug and himself on many occasions. He was glad Hawkmoth was no longer a threat, to be fully truthful. In his waking life, he felt relaxed. Assured that his city was safe, he was able to breathe deeply for the first time since he was 14. For five years, he had lived in constant anxiety not only as Chat Noir, but in his personal relationship with his father. It was almost cliche that his father locked him inside a high tower while terrorizing his city.

Adrien had been taking full use of his time, now a retired model living off the profits of his fathers former business. He had begun working at Marinette’s bakery. He felt useful, learning to use his hands and express his creativity. Marinette had become a close friend in the last three years. She had become so open to him seemingly out of nowhere. It was like he turned a corner and she was waiting for him. She was confident and sweet. He felt so grateful that she had changed her mind about him. For the first few years he knew her she had always seemed to avoid him, stuttering, blushing in presumed anger and rushing off. He had only hoped one day she would warm up to him.

Marinette had been feeling relaxed too. She worried for Adrien, that his new easy going lifestyle was only a cover for the pain of his father’s crimes. But, she had to admit that not worrying about Hawkmoth had taken a huge weight off her shoulders. She still patrolled with Chat Noir on the weekends to watch out for the drunkards, but that was more like a fun hobby. She got to bed early every night and had time for school and her design work. Her design work had really begun to pick up so she was grateful that Adrien had time to help out in the bakery now that he had retired from modelling.

Ladybug and him had decided not to reveal their identities. After everything, Adrien didn’t want her to know he was associated with Hawkmoth. He liked where they stood now. He still loved her but he was able to be her friend first. He cared for her wellbeing so deeply that he didn’t want to hurt her with the truth. They hung out on the weekends and mostly walked people home from the bars. She was fun now that they weren’t in danger. She still kept things private but she laughed at his jokes. It only made him fall harder, although he put that deep into his heart to protect their friendship.

On Thursday, Adrien called up to Marinette from the bakery.

“Marinette! Nino got us a tent.”

“A tent for what?”

“Camping this weekend,” he said with a wide grin. “I’m in.”

It felt so unbelievably good to know her city was safe enough to leave this weekend. She would have to apologize to Chat Noir, but she knew it wouldn’t be a big deal. After helping her parents in the bakery most of the day and working on a dress for Rose, she pinged Chat Nior on his receptor.

“Meet me in an hour?” her message read.

“See you then.” he pinged back.

Marinette grabbed a snack from downstairs before leaving 15 minutes early to jump across the city. She didn’t set a meeting spot, but she knew she’d find him around somewhere. She found him near Île Saint-Louis. She stepped softly up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder to surprise him.

He took a sharp breath in and relaxed as he realized it was her.

“I can’t patrol this weekend. I’m going away.”

“What a coincidence, My Lady. Me as well.”

“Oh you silly cat. Do you think the city will be okay?” she said playfully. Her new relaxed persona bubbling to the surface.

“I think things will be just fine,” he replied.

“Do you want to get an early one in tonight?”

“Maybe for a bit. I’ve got work tomorrow.”

“Chat with a job now?”

“I’m a baker.”

“Shhh. Don’t tell me too much. Do you like it?”

“Yes. I like to be around the people and the smells.”

“Sounds about right.”

“It’s nice. I work with good people.”

Marinette smiled to herself thinking of her own bakery. She worked with good people too. She wondered if Chat’s bakery was anything like that.

“Are the hours too early?”

“Sometimes.”

“I won’t keep you then. We can regroup midweek or next weekend.”

“See you then.” Chat stood and extended a hand to her, helping her out of her criss-crossed seated position. She stood next to him, still clasping his hand for a moment.

“See you then, Chat.” She said quietly. The moment made his heart stumble. He turned then and jumped to a nearby roof with all the agility of his namesake.

-

Marinette sat next to Adrien in the backseat of Nino’s car, while Alya skipped through 90s rap on the aux. Marinette’s knee brushed Adrien’s around every turn in the small sedan. As they cruised in the countryside, the trees got more dense and the roady got more windy. She ignored the tingle in her nerves to focus on her conversation with her friend. That’s all they would ever be she had accepted in the last few years. She ignored the romance in every moment of closeness to focus instead on the intimacy of their friendship. She would never survive working with him most days otherwise. She enjoyed their casual touches and friendly conversations.

After about 6 hours they reached the national park. It was Friday afternoon at about 4 pm. The sun shone through the trees as they parked their car in a clearing and began to unpack. Alya and Nino set up a two person tent for themselves. Marinette and Adrien had decided to share as well, bringing an old tent of Marinette’s parents. In the middle Nino began to light a fire, while Alya set up chairs. Marinette and Adrien struggled with their tent for a bit longer then went to gather sticks.

“Do you think they’d smoke with us, babe?”

“Als…”

“Really! Marinette said she wanted to try it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Okay, we can ask them. They’re coming back now.” “Hey, Marinette! Do you want to smoke with us?”

“Yes,” she replied. Marinette’s confidence was a shock to herself. She had been wanting to try it now that she was no longer an on-call super hero.

“Cool. Adrien, do you want to, too?”

Adrien looked back and forth between his friends. Marinette seemed into it and he’d thought he could do about anything she could.

“Sure.”

“Dude, this is so sick,” Nino said.

Alya left to get her things from the car, bringing a small jar in her tent. In a moment she returned with a small bowl of items. It contained a packed bowl, a couple lighters and a few other trinkets. They pulled their chairs closer, giggling and chattering excitedly. Alya went first to show them how to do it. Then Marinette, then Adrien. On Marinette's turn, she let Alya light it for her and coughed after.

“Breathe deeply, babe.”

Marinette took a struggled breath. She took another and found her lungs relaxing. She took another inhale of the pipe she held in her hand and gently blew it out.

“You’re a natural.”

“Do you remember that night in school we smoked all the cigarettes?” Marinette asked.

“I thought we weren’t going to tell anyone!”

Nino looked at his girlfriend in shock.

“You two smoked cigarettes?” Adrien asked.

“We had a Parisian night when we turned 18.”

Marinette passed the pipe to Adrien. Nino lit it for him while Adrien inhaled. Adrien remembered the technique Alya had shown Marinette and breathed out slowly. Marinette began to feel a light feeling take over her body. She felt herself floating above her chair. They passed the bowl around again. Adrien felt himself lift off as well. He smiled at Marinette. She looks lovely in the firelight. She looked sort of like his lady.

Pause. Adrien blinked.

She looked like his lady. Exactly like his lady. Her relaxed smile turned back on him and he flashed back to her masked face last night. He took the bowl. Adrien took another hit. It was fine. He was so relaxed. He would tell her tonight and it would be okay. She’s his best friend.

“This is so fun,” Alya said dreamily.

“I love you, guys,” Nino replied.

Marinette and Adrien busted out laughing.

“You guys are so gone,” Adrien said.

“What about you, man?” Nino laughed back.

“Yeah. I’m pretty gone.”

“Me too,” Marinette agreed.

Nino put on some calm music. Quiet folk floated over their heads and swirled in a beautiful dance. Marinette stood, reaching a hand out to Adrien. He took it and she pulled him into a swaying rhythm. He began to lead her, twirling her and pulling her close. He felt his heart rate increase at their proximity. He couldn’t believe his lady was dancing in his arms. And she was the beautiful Marinette. This fun, free woman was dancing with him.

They danced without a care in the world. After a few songs Adrien sat down and pulled her into his lap. He practically purred when she ran a hand through his hair. No, he did purr. Just like Chat, she grinned. Their friends carried on and they laughed well into the night, smoking and chatting.

When it grew late the group began to stretch and head to their tents. Marinette got into hers and Adrien’s and turned away from him. She kneeled in the small space and began changing into her pajamas. Adrien lit a small lamp and looked at her in the dim light. Adrien paused, sitting straight up on his knees a mere 2 feet away. Adrien turned away and changed as well, deciding it seemed fine. He ignored the beating of his heart.

“Mari,” he said when he was sure they were both fully clothed.

“Yes, Adrien?”

“I know you’re Ladybug.”

Marinette felt a panic wash over her. She turned and widened her eyes in surprise. “You can’t tell anyone. How do you know? It’s not true-” She rushed out.

“It’s okay. I’m Chat Noir,” he said calmly.

“Holy shit.”

“Okay?” he asked.

“Okay,” she replied quietly, still in amazement. Her mind was blown as she stared at him. This man who was a baker, with beautiful blonde hair and green eyes and who purred. It only made sense that it was him. She loved him. He was her best friend. Holy shit, he was her best friend and she loved him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked. He wasn’t exactly sure what she was feeling.

“Yes. This is so great. You’re my best friend!” and I’m in love with you, she said excitedly.

“Marinette. My lady,” he took her by her shoulders. “I-I love you. You know that. And that hasn’t changed.”

“I love you, too.”

“Me? What? Even though I’m Chat Noir?”

“Especially because you are Chat Noir. And I’m Ladybug.”

It was so good to hear her say it. He smiled at her.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

[for-fucks-sake-h]

JMH MC CHARACTER PROFILE

I was tagged by @oh-honey-styles for another round of these character profile questions! Thank you baby 💘💘 So here are some questions answered by our Jamaica Me Happy MC! Please note that the photos are just her overall “vibe” in my mind and things that stood out to me from the series 👀 but you can imagine her however you want!

Rules: Choose a few favorite photos/aesthetics of your tagged character, answer the questions below from their point of view, and tag some characters/authors you would love to see answer next!

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1. How do you display affection? What’s your love language? I would definitely say quality time. Nothing I love more then a movie night in bed.

2. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? I should really stop overthinking while also keeping everything so bottled up until it explodes, huh?

3. What is your ideal Saturday morning? I actually love a Saturday morning that follows a late night in the studio, when I can wake up feeling excited about what was created the night before. I tend to be on a bit of a high for the rest of the day!

4. What is your drink of choice? Nonalcoholic? Alcoholic? All the coffee from the time I wake up until late afternoon lol, preferably something caramel flavored. And a friend got me hooked on neat tequila, so that’s usually my go to now.

5. How competitive are you? Eh, not very tbh. I just don’t care that much, usually just trying to have a good time. I will admit that it’s fun to watch someone super competitive loose to me though lol.

6. When did you last have sex? Feel free to describe if you feel comfortable. Last night, and it was..... ugh, really good. Too good. I wish I didn’t miss him it as much as I do.

7. What is your idea of a perfect date? You could take me to get fast food and watch the sunset from the car and I’ll be happy. I really believe it’s about who you’re with.

8. What is your most treasured possession? I have an opal ring that I’ve worn for years. I just really love the meaning behind it honestly.

9. Would you ever get a tattoo? Do you have any? I have a few! It’s crazy to think how I didn’t have any a few years ago. I had a few bad influences around me lol. But I love them and I love getting little ones on trips to represent my time there.

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? Have you experienced it? Ahhhhh. I don’t know. I believe in lust at first sight, but I kinda feel like you have to really know a person to fall in love. At least that’s my experience.

I’m going to tag Harry from Nior @harrystylesgotmefuckedup // Harry from Love Song // Harry from The One Where Harry Styles Sneezed On Me @aggresivelyfriendly // Harry from Sugar on the Asphalt @justanchorandhope // Harry from Yours @kissesinthekitchen and please anyone that wants to do it!!! Tag me if you do so I can see it 🥰

[bigoltrashpile]

i know it was a typo but- that ask with Noir spelled "nior"- i just- it makes me think of a racing car noise, just going "niiiiiiiiiioooooooooooor" and i can't stop cackling anyway pls send help

Butch just gets his trombone and starts making racecar sounds.

[endofdaysonmars]

Earlier this year I finished up a 12 page teaser comic for the boys over at Giallo Gumbo. The comic is now available on www.carbonagecomics.com and got all kinds of cool character bios and hints of whats to come for the series in the future. Be sure to check it out and keep your eyes peeled for the conclusion to the story later this year!

[kevindrakewriter]

I saw Birds of Prey...

...it’s alright movie.

There is a slump between the second and third act that kind of makes it drag. I love Rosie Perez, but girl is not an action star. Was it just me, or was there this weird layer of Beatrix Kiddo hoisted on Huntress? I like film nior Black Canary that’s great! I’m not use to Cassandra Cain portrayed as comic relief. And I have not seen Suicide Squad, but I do love Margo Robbie’s portrayal of Harley Quinn . That’s great for film, but the DC Animated Harley Quinn series that’s being made right now deals with all of her shit far better than this movie. In a way it’s a more superior take on the subject matter. But the animated series has the benefit of more time and being animated to unpack everything there. The Fun House scene was a little hard to follow where everyone was in relation to each other. But I will concede a sort of mise-en-scène indulgence happening with the action and the scene. I loved the car chase at the end. And the continuation of Gotham as some weird city that went brutalist architecture meet Turn of the century Manhattan brown stone housing; to be honest the best part of the movie was the sets; quirky, surreal interiors with hard reality ordinary exteriors, the sets kind of drive you crazy which again I will chalk up to Mise-en-scène.

But its ultimately a comic book movie that is fun. Eating popcorn and sucking down soda was what this film should be about. Some good action. The jokes didn’t always land, but some were good. Me and the audience chuckled once in a while, but this wasn’t a continuous laugh fest and it wasn’t a continuous action fest either and that’s ok.

What I didn’t really enjoy was codifying Black Mask and Zsasz as queer. Nothing is explicitly stated and we are in the time when it comes to queer representation where you either just state it or don’t bother. No more of this bullshit hiding behind text of the film. And as progressive as this film is with it’s majority female production, the step to just make Black Mask and Zsasz a queer villian couple shouldn’t be a hard thing to ask. I guess what I am saying is let Black Mask and Zsasz kiss.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Fight to Make it Up

by zipperzoo

Set a month after the movie. Reader is finding it hard to make ends meet in Gotham City. With her deep rooted hatred for the rich and for the system she feels trapped in. She and her crime pal Sausages come across a contract job. This is no ordinary job, one that has a deadline and involves Bruce Wayne.

Each chapter title is a riddle, the answer is the theme of the chapter.

Words: 3019, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Batman, Bruce Wayne, Reader, Original Character, Alfred

Relationships: Batman/ Reader, Bruce Wayne/ Reader

Additional Tags: Action, Batman x Reader, Bruce Wayne X Reader, Slow Burn, enimies to lovers, Heist, shaninigans, car chase scene, More tags will be added in throughout, Thriller, Crime Family, Crime, Comedy, nior

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39945873

[zipperzoo]

FIGHT TO MAKE IT UP

The Batman (2022) bruce wayne x f!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Fanfic Masterlist / AO3 / Playlist

Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Crime Family, Thriller, Nior, Heist, Action, Comedy, Crime.

Prologue

Chapter one:

What goes through cities and fields, but never moves?

Swerving the car, turning around the bendy corners in Gotham onto the busy free-way. Sausages gripped his chair as Y/N went full speed. Her entire weight fell on that pedal. The dead body in the back seat, getting blood all over the new seating, bounced like a child excited for a field trip. In fact it’s giving the interior an entire new paint job. It was like a scene from a 70’s graphic anime where the body was a spray paint can and the mouth was a valve. Sausages just stared, memorized in a weird way.

“You kidnapped Bruce Wayne?!” She yelled making a sharp left, an attempt to avoid oncoming traffic. Sausages went flying across the car and fell into the arms of the dead passenger. Letting out a dry heave, he shoved the face of the man out of his own.

Struggling to sit upright, Sausages clawed for the headrest to get his bearings. “Watch it Princess!” 

Trailing the duo were a dozen GCPD vehicles, some of which where stationed at the Wayne Tower expecting to help transport the guide who was cuffed to a suitcase for extra measure. Little did they expect that two complete idiots would ruin all their plans.

“Sausages! Why is Bruce Wayne in the trunk of my car!” She screamed over the loud sirens behind her. 

“Our car! And I thought- once we hand Penguin what he wanted- we could cash Bruce Wayne in for ransom!”

“You what?!”

“Someone is gonna pay a pretty penny for-”

“You fucking idiot, you fucking- fuck fuck- He has no family, who would pay for his ransom? His fairy godmother?”

Speeding onto the free-way she realized her mistake. She went up the wrong road- she was face to face quite literally with the late evening rush.

Desperately spinning the wheel, weaving and threading between the cars while being welcomed by the loud horns of the aggravated drivers. 

While driving like a manic drunk driver, a bump in the road resulted in the radio spontaneously playing Sausages's playlist. Bye Bye Bye by the band NSYNC had been the song that was shuffled. Y/N snapped her eyes away from the road to look at the radio. Of course he made a playlist for the getaway drive. Of fucking course it had cheesy pop music on it. 

Y/N was beginning to believe this was a sign from a all powerful entity- anyone that being friends with Sausages and taking the odd job with him was perhaps the worst fucking idea. Gripping the steering wheel- digging her nails in making it an extra limb, struggling to block out all distractions to focus on the road.

“You're panicking!” He yelped, being pinned back into his seat from the inertia force.

“I can't help but panic! Especially when Bruce-mother-fucking-Wayne is in the trunk of my car!” 

“Our car!” snapped Sausages.

Knocking over traffic cones, making them airborne. Sausage's rush of thrill of being chased let out a loud and charged “WOOO!” Y/N reached her arm around smacking Sausages in the face.

“This isn’t the time to be enjoying yourself!”

She was driving on the wrong side of the road. Lights blaring into her face like rapid shots from paparazzi. The rain blurred everything, making it hard to focus while pixelated lights of harmony became larger in view. The windscreen wipers were not helping at all in fact they were making it all very much worse. 

“I know that I can't take no more- It ain't no lie”

She pounded her fist onto the radio, to silence the upbeat pop vibes that were throwing her off the groove of trying to survive. Annoyed and distracted by the tune, she barked “Sausages! Are you fucking serious!” Waving her hand over the radio.

“I want to see you out that door- Baby bye bye bye”

“It's a good song? I don't hear any complaints from Mr Wayne or this guy” he waved the dead guy's arm then dropped it to then have the car’s jagged movements have his hand slap him in the face. He had that coming.

The rapid movements threw around Bruce in the trunk of the car. He awoke in a panic. Surrounded by a red hue and the pitter patters of the rain from outside. Trying to catch his bearings while being thrown around crashing into every sharp edge of the space. Didn't help that he was tied up uncomfortably tight, wrists and ankles bound together. Bruce was also far too tall and large for this tiny room. He took a guess- Judging by the interior, well the feeling of the shape of it, the car was roughly a 1970’s model? Maybe a Cutlass? Hard to tell from inside the trunk.

The sound system at the back wobbled above him, playing some sort of upbeat music he was unfamiliar with. Only able to make out the odd word- something to do with bye?

Coughing, he reached his arms out in the space to get a feel around with his limited movements causing claustrophobia to rumble. Until the vehicle’s incoherent movements threw his head hard against the sharp bag besides him. It was the driver’s grocery shopping. At least Bruce wasn't going to starve to death.

“You just hit me with the truth- Now girl you're more than welcome to”

“Watch out!” Sausages leaped back into the passenger seat beside Y/N, leaving his new friend in the backseat alone, holding the suitcase on his cold lap.

A police car was charging at them straight on. “I can see!” She sang, mocking him. Clever of them to try and chase them both from the front while the others chased behind- boxing them in. They made the mistake of leaving the sides open and Y/N saw the opportunity- she diverged.

Cutting across the entire free-way making a hazardous path to the layby. Stressing to get off the road to anywhere nearby. she held her breath, turned the wheel to a sharp left. Sausages gripped onto the dashboard with all the will of a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time, trying to keep his composure. 

That swift move had lost them from the sight of the GCPD for now, but they still needed to get somewhere to hide. Somewhere to reflect on what to do with the dead man, the suitcase and Bruce Wayne.

A loud thud came from the back of the car. Sausages turned around and saw that the dead guy was lying seductively. It was poetic how he could fall into that position from a sharp turn. The sound actually came from Bruce who bumped his head, His eyes saw static for a brief moment. The shopping bag full of Y/N weekly grocery shopping had emptied. A whole uncooked ham had wacked Bruce right in the shin.

“And now I really come to see- That life would be much better once you're gone”

Rubbing where he had been hit, he looked back on how he knew how to get out of this mess. When he was younger Alfred had prepared him for any case of a kidnapping. It was a frequent threat, with him being a Wayne and all. This was going to be a piece of cake.

Look inside the trunk for the release lever, It glows in the dark. Alfred’s voice ran through his mind. Crystal clear. He felt around, with his wrists tied it made it hard, but in conclusion his results were that this old beat up car didn't have a release lever. 

Screeching from the rubber screaming against the tar roads made all noise around Y/N white noise. Driving full speed into a field, kicking up dirt alongside the car. Almost slightly missing some pedestrians who were dressed in a rather camp way. She was far too busy with getting as far away as possible from central Gotham- more notably Wayne Tower. Running away from what happened in that room.

Running away from hurting that old man, from shooting him and leaving him to bleed out there on the floor. Her grandfather came to mind instantly, he taught her how to drive. “Little mouse, You're in the wrong lane.” She choked back a sob as the memory flashed before her eyes. His voice is as gravely as ever.

The red glow, being his only source of light in the trunk, triggered Bruce to recall Alfred’s voice once again. “The red light is the tail light, if it's an old model it’ll just pop right off with a good kick.” Bruce tried to get into a good position to kick the light out. First he had to rip the protective cover off which was proving to be difficult with the car now driving along a bumpy and uneven grounding.

“I'm giving up I know for sure- I don't' want to be the reason for your love no more”

Zoning out of reality, and out of focus, everything was speeding by, flashing lights and colours zoomed past as the only thing that was in focus was her hands on the wheel. Her grandfather looked a lot like that old man back at the tower, but her old man was more tired. That old man at the tower was kept together, well mannered and composed. 

Sausages had said something- she didn't catch it, turning her head to face him suddenly everything came crystal clear. The panic on his face. He reached over and cupped her face, turning it to the direction of the road to then have her face blanketed in fluorescent lights.

She was driving dead straight into a circus. Those weird people she almost hit were a part of a show. Her eyes widened as she struggled to steer away. Sausages jumped to help with the wheel.

“Didn’t you hear me?!”

“No! I was too busy driving to your stupid playlist!” She reached up her leg and kicked the radio. It switched over from playing NSYNC to Uptown girl by Billy joel. The opening drum caused Y/N to squeeze her eyes shut briefly and let out a pained sigh.

“As long as anyone with hot blood can- And now she's looking for a downtown man”

“Hey! It's your theme song!” Screamed Sausages in utter panic

“Shut up Sausages!” 

One… Two… Three kicks was how much strength it took to kick out the tail light. Sending it flying behind the car, smacking into two clowns behind them straight into the face. Billy Joel’s blaring love song covered the entire endeavour perfectly. It was like an unlicensed music video. Bruce ventured to reposition himself to be able to look out the hole to see but was interrupted as the car was struggling to stay in a straight line. He let out a pained oof when crashing into the roof.

“She'll see I'm not so tough- Just because- I'm in love with an uptown girl”

Sausages and Y/N fought over the wheel as they crashed into several tents. Bright fabrics of red and white covered the windscreen, one or two clowns got hit and flew over the windshield leaving marks of white face paint splattered across it. Y/N swore she heard a clown make a honk sound as its face splat against her window.

A giant poster saying “The Flying Graysons” Smacked the windscreen. Covering their entire view with blazing orange and yellow contrasting with the greens of three performers outfits. Sausages reached out the window and yanked the poster and threw it out of the way.

They twisted and zigzagged away from the circus to a spot in the field. Slowing down and coming to an abrupt stop. The engine still rattled from the race all while Sausages and Y/N stationed in place. Mouths opened agape and eyes large. Panting and shaking.

“Uptown girl- You know I can't afford to buy her pearls”

One swift movement, Sausages turned the radio off letting them just sit there, around the aftermath.  

Bursting open the door, Y/N plunged her head out of the door, emptying her stomach all over the grass. The stare of the old man haunting her along with her last interaction with her grandfather. The dead man sat behind her, staring at the back of her head. Sausages look of concern, too many eyes burned into her.

Ripping the gun that was cradled on her hip, to then launch it into the horizon. Out of sight out of mind.

She bent over and chundered once again.

Parked in the middle of a field, Y/N banged her head against the steering wheel. This wasn't part of the plan. This was far from part of the plan. In Between each bonk she reminisced on how she could be merrily handing over the suitcase right now and then tell penguin to go fuck himself. She would be skipping out of the warehouse back home. Pack her bags and before catching her first flight to England with Sausages, she’d have a toast in the Iceberg Lounge. Giving a speech to how shitty Gotham is, to how stupid the idea of Batman is and lastly making penguin jokes. 

“Wow there.” Sausages put his hand on her head encouraging her to stop. She complied and rested her head on the steering wheel rolling her head over to him. 

“This is your fault.”

“How the fu- why were you in Wayne’s pent house?” He snapped defensively.

“Why would you kidnap Bruce Wayne when we have what we needed!” She challenged him but pointed rather aggressively at their passenger in the backseat.

“Why did you shoot him?” Sausages snapped back, also pointing at their passengers. She groaned, this game of ping pong wasn't getting anywhere. Turning her head away from him and then continued to tap her head on the wheel. 

“Stupid stupid stupid!” she uttered.

Sausages sat quietly beside her, stiff as a board with her mood ticking by the second awaiting an eruption. She laid her forehead on the wheel and then whimpered, letting everything rush through like a tsunami. Just as Sausages had predicted.

Bruce’s attempts to break out of the car had failed, but successfully popped the tail light of the back. The peak hole allowed the glared flashing circus lights to perform across his face, and had let him catch ends of a conversation between his captors. 

Flicking his head back, trying to get straggling hairs out of his line of sight. It seemed like they were a fair distance from the circus. An entire pathway was carved through it- looked like the parting of the red sea. What a mess.

Placing a hand on her arm, to reassure her Sausages was at a loss on what to do. Normally he would just easily crack a joke but considering how stressed Y/N appeared- he would only make things worse. Her shoulders trembled, it was dawning on her that she actually can’t run or speed drive away from what she did. Desperation to get whatever was in that suitcase. Whatever was in it Sausages kept to himself and Oz.

“What's in the suitcase” she hiccupped 

He looked away, uncomfortable with the atmosphere that was arising. The seriousness of it all. “You don’t want to know princess.”

Lifting her head off the steering wheel, staring at him with red shot eyes. “I do. I want to know what it was that we needed to get in exchange for our freedom- to pay off both our debts.” She paused “Tell me it was something worth killing a man and crippling an elderly person for.”

Now that the car was no longer moving, right now was a better time than any to make a move. reaching his arm through the hole where the brake light had been, Bruce made an effort to unlock the trunk from the outside by waving his arm around.

Sausages opened his mouth to speak, but then in his peripheral vision he saw a waving motion in the rear-view mirror. Slamming his lips shut to then shove his head out of the car window to get a good look at the arse of the car. 

 “Fuck-”

“Fuck?” she repeated, confused, trying to see what he could see. Rubbing her snotty nose along the back of her hand.

Swinging the door wide open, Sausages jumped out instantly slipping on the mud and falling onto his behind, covering all up his back and legs in fresh dirt. Clawing and desperately attempting to get up to make his way to the trunk. 

There he stood behind the car, seeing a singular arm extending out of where a tail light should be waving. Like a new organic limb grown out of a retro bright red 1970’s car.

“What is it?” Y/N yelled, poking her head out from the driver’s seat window, concern on her face. Unable to see exactly what Sausage’s was gawping at, she opened her car door and carefully trod out, avoiding the vomit plastered across the mud her side. Making her way around to see what was the commotion.

Bruce finally reached the lock on the outside. With the hole being just big enough for his arm, but his biceps were too big. Circulation was being cut- it was horribly uncomfortable. Grunting as he put pressure on the button, popping open the trunk. 

Click.

Slowly arising, in slow motion Bruce saw two pairs of legs come into picture. One pair was covered in dirt.

As the trunk door steadily arose the full image came into view of the man who had held him at gunpoint at the charity auction earlier that night- threatening innocent lives if Bruce didn't comply, was just standing there. Face like a smacked arse. Next to him was someone he hadn’t seen before. A woman who looked like a deer in the headlights. Stunned, speechless, eyes bright red and cheeks tear stained. Had she been crying? His first impression of her was a loss of words. She was a wreck but it captivated him.

Wiggling his arm free from the tail light hole, drawing it close into him. He gave a very subtle and awkward wave. Y/N blinked and turned dramatically slow next to her, to look at Sausages. Hands on her hip.

Earlier when exiting the Wayne Tower in a rush- she had suggested that they throw the dead man with the suitcase in the trunk, to avoid suspicion. to then be sprung with “Can’t do that, Bruce is having a nap in there.” just as security and the GCPD caught wind of them.

Y/N hadn’t believed it, thought Sausages was pulling her legs or lying like usual, but seeing it for herself really changed it.

“That’s Bruce Wayne.” she stated.

“I told you! We probably woke him up.” He whispered, side eyeing the man just laying recumbent. Knees bent up to fit into the small space he was occupying, not a single hair out of place.

“That's Bruce Wayne!” Her eyes widened, nodding her head towards Bruce. 

[brixton-thestormcaller-blog]

Tagged by: @doodledsoul

[COPY AND PASTE DON’T REBLOG]

name: Sans Brixton Serif-Gaster, GB  nickname(s): GB, Golden Sun, Bright Star age: 27 species: Fusion blaster beast skeleton monster with canine traits 

|| personal ||

religious belief:  None sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice primary goals in life: To find new experiences, travel the world and have a family.  languages known:  English, wingdings.  secrets: He hates temmies, and fears abandonment.  quirks: Talks with a deep southern accent, mix with something that can’t be described, at times he grinds his teeth when stressed.  savvies: Likes to be there for others, and be supportive and polite.  

|| physical ||

height: 6′7 weight: 120 lbs scars/birthmarks: Two large cracks on his face. abilities/powers: Has powerful gravity magic, disembodies hands, and can control lightning, he also has five blasters, and can make explosive golden bubbles form his hands, he possesses teleportation and the ability to see into some timelines.  restrictions: Can’t lift or use gravity magic on overly heavy objects, or beings without a soul. 

|| favorites ||

favorite drink: Coffee, or mango smoothies.  favorite pizza topping: Lots of cheese and meats. favorite colors: Red, orange, yellow, and purple.  favorite music genre: Classic rock and roll and jazz, swing music.  favorite book genre: Car magazines.  favorite movie genre: Film nior, old westerns, action, and romantic comedies.  

favorite season: Spring and autumn.  favorite butt type: Large, with lots of squish.  favorite swear word: He doesn’t like to swear much. favorite scent: Leather, smoke, cinnamon and mangoes.  favorite quote: To many to list.

|| fun stuff ||

bottom or top: Top, or power bottom. sings in the shower: Sometimes. likes bad puns:  Yes. morality:  lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil build: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / herculean / baby-fat / pudgy / obese /other favorite food: Pork ribs, anything with mangoes, and fruit tarts. theme music: Doesn’t have one currently. 

their opinion on the mun: He doesn’t have one. 

tagging: ((Anyone whom wishes to do it.

[princeoftheironfist]

After a bit of a delay, the OC makin’ train continues onward as well heard towards the tail end of this batch of PowerGEAR characters.

Say hello to Punky Ska Girl, Silva Paige! And yes, you read that right! A brand spankin’ new Girl character! It only took me forever to get another made! And if you’re wondering why I’m making a slight deal of this, it’s because my roster of OCs is mainly a sausage fest (21 Dudes currently released, 13 Gals counting ones that are WIP or yet to be designed), and I’ve really been meaning to more of the fairer sex.

Anywhos, back to Silva. I pretty much summed her up with the Punky Ska girl title. What else is there to say really? Well ok, two things.

One, she has her own Ska band, Rude Tribe, which she’s the lead vocalist for. She also has a love for crime dramas and detective nior stories, and being that this is PowerGEAR, she’s a street racer and drives with a gang that has the same name as her band.

Her car of choice is the 2001 Honda/Acura Integra Type R Series III [DC2]. It’s not the fastest machine nor the most tuned, but she’s able to keep her own against other racers.

Now if you happen to care about PowerGEAR’s story (which I doubt since I keep all details to myself), I’m putting this next bit under a read more.

So I’m completely jumping the gun because lord knows I’ll never get to that point, but Silva and the next two characters aren’t apart of the main PowerGEAR story line.

They’re apart of PowerGEAR: Sunday Drive, a side story centering on Tommy O’Malley, friend of Takeo and Darryl, getting into the world of Street Racing. If I ever get to the story, which I probably won’t, it’d be a short one. 5 Chapters tops I’m thinking?

Silva and the next character that will be posted actually don’t come into the story until it’s second and final half, but I though of them first so they get first posting.

[weemmagooutofstyle]

I tried to find shades from abh to make this palette (although not all shades are exact, they're pretty close to the colours)

... Ready For It - Realgar End Game - Brick I Did Something Bad - Gemstone Don’t Blame Me - Rich Velvet Delicate - Nude Look What You Made Me Do - Nior So It Goes... - Sangria Gorgeous - Lace Getaway Car - Fresh Peach King Of My Heart - Love Letter Dancing With Our Hands Tied - Wine Dress - Sianna This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things - Nude Call It What You Want - Iridescent Purple New Years Day - Rose

reputation as an abh eyeshadow palette

[jonasjjackson]

Planting Your Farmhouse Garden

After you’ve done all of the prep work, you’re ready to plant your new farmhouse garden. Follow along as Ashley of Heirloomed shares her favorite tips for planting to your farmhouse garden. Click here to check out the rest of her Farmhouse Garden series.

Planting Your Farmhouse Garden

Hey, it’s Ashley from Heirloomed and if you’ve been following along with our Farmhouse Garden (here and here) then chances are you’ve gotten your space fully planned and prepped for a cozy, functional garden that will lead to effortless entertaining for you all season long!

Now that I have properly planned for and prepared my garden bed, I am ready to take that whole trunk load of plants and get them planted into the garden while they’re fresh from The Home Depot Nursery.

Here’s a final list of the vegetables, herbs, fruits and flowers I ended up taking home for my Garden this year :

Bell peppers

Green, red, pinot nior

Jalapeno peppers

Marigolds

Tomatoes

Better Boy, Cherry

Cilantro

Basil

Rosemary

Lavender

Early Sunrise Tickseed Flowers

Dwarf White Snowcap Shasta Daisies

Behold ‘Blue Chip Jr.” Butterfly Bush

Italian Flat Leaf Parsley

Garlic Chives

Onion Chives

Dill

Cucumbers

Pickling

Straight Eight

Blueberries

Blackberries

Zucchini

Yellow Squash

Okra

 For the planting of my garden I also used a few tools including my wooden handled Digging Shovel, Hand transplanter and cultivator – each made it easy to plant my garden whether I was going for the larger rosemary or blueberry bushes, or just a little job like the small herbs.

 I like to take my plants from the car and place them all next to my garden bed, organized by zone based on my original garden sketch. This helps to keep a little organization going but still move quickly in getting all your plants over to your garden area. Then, I take each plant and set it in the garden bed exactly where I plan to plant it.

 I use the little plant tags in each pot as a guide to ensure I’m not planting things too close together, or in areas where the sunlight intensity doesn’t fit it’s needs. I also knew I was going to bring in some climbing walls and metal tomato cages for support, so my layout took into consideration leaving space for these fixtures.  In my original planning I took care to plant things together, such as marigolds and tomatoes, in keeping the pests away as much as possible.

Once you have it all laid out it’s pretty easy (carrying pots, plants and digging 1,000 holes aside …) to really move on planting your Farmhouse Garden. I knocked out planting my own space in a few hours, knowing I’ll need to layer in a few potted plants along the way that I want to remain mobile in case I want to relocate them after the garden season has ended. For decoration, I used some terracotta pots, using small pots in a row to separate certain plants or areas of the garden from others. I think it adds that cottage charm, along with planting some of the flowers and herbs in galvanized buckets and pots for some texture and dimension along the way.

As I was planting my garden, I also took my Garden Markers and was sure to stick each in the ground next to the plants as I was burying them. Certain things like the garlic vs. onion chives and zucchini vs. squash can be hard to tell apart once they’re all next to each other. You can see my easy DIY Garden Markers here to customize these cute little copper plant markers that my local Home Depot store had.

Finally, my Farmhouse Garden is in the ground and ready to grow, but the hard work isn’t done yet. In my next post I’m sharing all my tips for keeping your Garden maintained, tended to and ensuring you get a healthy harvest of little crops for use in your home and kitchen this season so stay tuned!

I hope your garden is as much a labor of love as mine has been so far. Love to see how yours is coming along – be sure to share on social media by tagging @heirloomedcollection and @homedepot with #HDGARDENCLUB.

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