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[cptntrevors]

STEVE TREVOR MOODBOARD.

My father told me once, he said, "If you see something wrong happening in the world, you can either do nothing, or you can do something". And I already tried nothing.

[ofhllfire]

EMMA FROST // MOODBOARD ( 1 / ?? )

“ you turned into such a wonderful little femme fatale in the end, didn't you ?? I'm ever so proud of all my girls. but you...you are the one i am the most proud of. ”

[batsgcrdcn-blog]

barbara gordon

[webmade-blog1]

*   underoos  !

you’re  the  spiderling .  crime  fighting  spider .  you’re  spiderboy ?

[capscles-blog]

*   language !

son . . . just  don’t .

[lifcanddcath]

POISON IVY // MOODBOARD ( 1 / ?? )

“ some things are worth dying for, batman. ”

[cxtsclxwss-blog]

selina had never been one for writing - she dropped out of school so young and while it was partially out of necessity, she was never really the school type. she could read and write, obviously, but she never quite saw the point of it - she always though oral and visual communication were far more effective. maggie, however, loved writing. she thrived in school and selina truly believed that her younger sister would be the first kyle to ever attend college. her specialty was always writing; anything creative, really, maggie took to quickly. 

she and maggie used to write letters when they were seperated - or maggie would write selina letters and selina would use them to track her down so she could see her sister’s face - on a rare occasion she would send one back, but she was always paranoid that her foster family would intercept them. they were a great source of comfort to selina, though she wouldn’t admit to anyone besides her younger sister. maggie could always draw a piece of selina out that no one else had the luxury of seeing. maggie is the only person alive that could cause her to write a silly little letter that she was never, ever going to send. 

sitting on her floor, luna curled by her side and jasper stepping on her lap when he felt he wasn’t getting the attention that he clearly deserved, selina carded through the shoe box full of letters sent back and forth to the adolescent sisters. most of them were opened and selina had read through them more times than she could count, but others were still sealed. those were the select few that sighing, she hunched forward to write another letter that would never see the light of day. 

mags,

you’ve been gone for almost twenty four hours and i’m going out of my goddamn mind. i’ve looked for you everywhere - even went to that stupid cathedrall that brian used to drag us to. remember? of course you do, you still go there sometimes. i’ll never understand that, maggie. that place was awful. the nuns were such bitches and brian would always get so high and mighty about being in a house of god. but you still go back. why? you told me once that you found it comforting. if that’s true, why weren’t you there tonight?

seriously, maggie. where are you? i’ve looked everywhere and i can’t think of where else you could be. maybe i don’t know you as well as i thought i did. you certainly don’t know me as well as you think you do. always seeing the best in me - you see the best in everyone. most people don’t deserve that kindness, mags - i sure as fuck don’t. 

i went out tonight, in the storm. i was looking for you but when i couldn’t find you i got.. restless. i always get restless. there was this guy - blonde hair, blue eyes, fuckin aryan fuck with a smug smirk on his face. you would have loved him, you always fall for guys you think you can fix. 

you gotta stop that, maggie. you gotta stop letting men hurt you. just because maria and brian were fuck ups doesn’t mean that we have to be. brian always hated me because i looked like her and acted like her when she was being bitchy. but you were the best parts of her. you were light and happy and you wanted to help everyone. but you also let people walk all over you to keep from hurting them. and fuck that. i’ve always told you - rule number one, look after number one. you’re better than she ever was, you don’t have to take this shit.

but anyway, he talked me up - they always think they’re so goddamn clever, don’t they? and he had this watch - platinum, old, had to have family money. he was easy, all men are easy - they think with whichever head is harder at the time, but of course you know that. he took me home, i fucked him stupid. he was a drake, i think. or some sort of old gotham money. still lived on his family’s estate. and there was this safe in the office. when he was giving me the ‘look how rich and important i am tour’ he bragged about how it was uncrackable. he was practically begging for me to try it, maggie. i mean, honestly. uncrackable, i eat that shit for breakfast. it wasn’t that complicated, just a silly combination lock and the clearly whoever set up the laser security never met a gymnast before. had over six mil in there. six million dollars, maggie.

i remember when were were kids, i was eight and you had just turned three and brian was making us act like we were homeless so we could get some food. someone threw us a ten dollar bill and we cried for hours because we were able to eat for the first time in days. and now i’m standing in a safe with six fucking million dollars in it. it still shakes me sometimes, when i’m stealing - the first time i lifted a hundred dollar bill i was only nine, i think. i couldn’t stop smiling, maggie. nearly had a panic attack thinking about how much money, how much food we could buy, with the piece of paper in my hands. we talked about stealing some more and running away from him, buying our own house when we were in our teens. you remember that? you have to, brian found out and nearly kicked my teeth in for trying to use it to buy you a new jacket. 

i know you hate it, what i do. you think it’s immoral and wrong. but you don’t get it, mags. i would say that i couldn’t get a decent job because who would hire a high school drop out with a laundry list of felonies under her belt. but i would be lying to you and i try not to do that anymore. it used to be for survival, you know that. and it still is, because i don’t know who i would be without it. it’s a rush, mags. knowing that i can do something, that i have something that nobody else does. no one can do what i do like i can. i like being like smoke, people can’t catch me and they never know i’m there until i’m long gone. and yeah, i like the money and the luxury but it’s more than that. 

i hate them, you know. we hated them when we were younger but i think you let it go. but the rich. they looked at us like we were nothing. they pretend that they give a damn about us but they never do. they liked to smile sadly and spare a few dollars for street trash like us but they always look down on us. we were nothing but scum under their shoes. they used us; to feel better about themselves, as a campaign promise, as stories of boogeymen to their kids - you’ve gotta work hard, little timmy. you don’t want to end up like them, do you?

and i can take from them, i can take whatever i want from them and they’ve never been able to stop me. i’m better than them because they were born into this life and i’ve clawed my way into it. and i won’t apologize for that. i won’t apologize for being good at what i do. i won’t apologize for wanting more than what brian and maria had. i won’t apologize for the thrill i get when i hold something that poor little selina kyle never thought she would hold. doing that would be letting them win, and it would be looking back. 

you’re the only thing that i let myself look back to, maggie. you’re the only thing that was good about that part of my life and you’re one of the only good things about this part of my life. because as much as i get a thrill from thievery and wrecking havoc on gotham and i stopped caring about much else besides the money, i still love my baby sister with all of my heart. you’re the best part of me, mags. you bring out what little decency i have left. i still need you, maggie. and you’re not here. 

you don’t get to die on me, maggie. i’ve spent too much of my life protecting you and you’ve spent too much of your life fighting to let some pervy fuck or falling rocks let this be the end of maggie kyle. i won’t fucking allow it. 

but where are you, maggie? 

as the final strokes of ink stained the page, selina’s eyes were leaking tears. she didn’t make a sound - her cries were always silent - but her all of her cats were starting to gather around her, purring in distress of their master. the woman bit her lip, wiping her eyes before smiling down at her cats. “ it’s alright, babies, ” she cooed, scratching iris’ ears before reaching for an empty envelope. carefully folding and sliding the letter in place, selina set the paper back in the nearly always concealed box. a small orange stray she had just taken in hopped onto her lap, causing her to bring the tiny animal to her chest. “ it’s all going to be okay. ”

[knightwiing-blog]

RICHARD GRAYSON: A MOODBOARD 

❛ Okay Mom and Dad, your 'Flying Grayson' is about to take the great leap. Or as they say in French, Le Grand Saut. Down, down, and away. I'd say I wish you could see me now, but I know you're watching me - I can feel angels on my shoulders. And probably a bat too. You said some records aren't meant to be broken, Bruce. But more than anything, I wish you were down there right now watching with Alfred and Tim as I break this one. ❜

[azarathsraven-blog]

MOODBOARD ( I ) ▼ RAVEN ROTH

“ don’t let your emotions get in your way. ”

[wcndcrwcman]

DIANA PRINCE: A MOODBOARD. ( 1 / ? )

Oh, I don't think you've ever known a woman like me.

[leminhuniverse-blog]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luClJVlNSKc)

[dominic-rosewell]

Photo Challenge Day 16:

January 16th, Day 16: Post a picture of your character’s favorite animal and why.

Dominic's loves animals, but his all time favorite is a red panda. Even though he's never seen one in real life and everything he has learned about them was from what he has read in books he still can't get over how adorable they are. He likes them so much because they remind Dominic of himself. They are shy and awkward but can be very playful when they want to be and that's exactly how Dominic is. Red pandas prefer to be alone, but they like to be mischievous and playful on occasion because they're always full of energy. Dominic doesn't really like to get in trouble but he does like to cause a little trouble every now and then, but like a red panda he does prefer to be alone most of the time. That would be why Dominic's favorite animal is a red panda, because they remind him of himself.

[webmade-blog1]

MR .  PARKER  !   MY  APOLOGIES  .   I  SEEM  TO  HAVE  GONE  —

❛     GREAT  SHATNER’S  GHOST    !     ❜

there  are  a  few  things  karen    DOES  NOT    understand  ,   one  of  them  being  that  she  scares  the    LIVING  BEJESUS    out  of  me  every  time  she  speaks  unexpectedly  .   the  concrete  of  that  roof  is    MUCH    closer  than  i  remember  it  ,   and  i  am  suddenly  faced  with  the  realization  that  i  am  about  to  get  smushed  like  a  bug  on  a  windshield  .   i  ,   with  the  least  amount  of  grace  possible  ,   roll  onto  the  surface  ,   tumbling  to  a  stop  flat  on  my  back  .    tomorrow  morning  is  gonna  suck    .

❛     OFFLINE    ?   yeah  ,   no  worries  ,  karen  .   not  the  weirdest  thing  to  happen  today  .     ❜     i  say  ,   but  it  comes  out  more  like  a    WHEEZE    .   i  attempt  to  push  myself  up ,   but  my  ribs  start  screaming  at me  ,   so  i  stay  down  .     ❛     how’re  we  feeling  ,   kare  ?     ❜     i  ask  ,   voice  strained  ,  one  hand  on  my  side  .   perhaps  i  can  just    hold    my  organs  in  place  .

ATTEMPTING  TO  CONNECT  TO  AVENGERS  TOWER  ,    MR .  PARKER  .    I  DETECT  A  FEW  CONTUSIONS .   AND  ,   NOT  OUT  OF  THE  ORDINARY  ,  SLEEP  DEPRAVATION  .   HOWEVER  ,   I  AM  UNFAMILIAR  WITH  THIS  ENVIRONMENT  .   MY  DATABASES  ARE  HAVING  TROUBLE  REGISTERING  OUR  LOCATION  .

❛     gotham   ,   karen  .   the  strong  shield  lady  says  we’re  in  gotham  .     ❜     i  breathe  ,   now  attempting  to  roll  up  into  a  sitting  position  .   there’s  a  lot  of  agonized  noises  involved  ,   but  soon  i’ve  got  a  view  of  the  street  .     ❛     apparently    BATMAN    is  real  in  this  place  .   you  know  ,   the  guy  wade  talks  about  sometimes  ?   like  ,     ❜     queue  bad  impression  ,     ❛     I’M  BATMAN    .   that  one  ?     ❜     karen  stays  quiet  .   obviously  ,   she  does  not  know  .    ❛     whatever  happened  ,   it  brought  wade  here  too  .   saw  him  in  an  alley  a  while  back  .     ❜     

WADE  WILSON  ?   THE  MERCENARY  OTHERWISE  KNOWN  AS  DEADPOOL  ?   THE  ONE  YOU  L—

❛     YES    ,    THANK  YOU    ,   karen  ,     ❜     i  say  quickly  ,   trying   (   and  failing   )   to  ignore  the  way  my  face  is  heating  beneath  the  mask  .    stupid  merc    .     ❛     wade  wilson  ,   resident    PAIN  IN  MY  ASS    and  apparently    wendy’s  parking  lot  flasher    .   the  regeneratin’  degenerate  himself  .     ❜

UNFORTUNATELY  ,   HE  SEEMS  TO  BE  THE  LEAST  OF  YOUR  PROBLEMS  ,   MR .  PARKER  .   I’M  DETECTING  LARGE  MASSES  OF  SPACE  ROCK  BEING  REDIRECTED  TOWARDS  THE  EARTH  .

a  groan  as  i  attempt  to  right  my  back  .   voice  is  strained  .     ❛    those  would  be  the  asteroids  .   ❜     i  exhale  audibly  and  look  out  over  whatever’s  left  of  the  city  .     ❛     kinda  bringin’  me  back  to  the  whole  friendly  neighborhood  spiderman  thing  .   helping  elderlies  ,   saving  kids  ,   stopping  vehicles  flying  through  the  streets  .   just  your  run  of  the  mill  catastrophe  .     ❜

YOU  REALLY  DO  KNOW  HOW  TO  HAVE  FUN  ,   DON’T  YOU  ,   MR .  PARKER  ?

❛     you  know  me  too  well  ,   kare  bear  .   it’s  only  all  i’ve  been  doing  since  i  got  assigned  to  patrols  .   i  know  how  to  live  .      ❜     maybe  not  the  best  wording    .     ❛     better  get  back  to  it  ,   huh  ?     ❜     i  ask  ,   standing  with  a  great  amount  of  pain  ,   cracking  a  few  joints  .

IF  THAT’S  WHAT  YOU  FEEL  IS  BEST  ,   MR .   PARKER  .   DEFAULT  WEB  SETTINGS  ?

❛     you  know  it  .     ❜     and  with  that  ,   i'm  off  .

[ramification-ramsey]

→January 10th, Day 10: Post a picture of someone/something your character loves and why.

Julian has a small obsession with chocolate chip cookies. His mom made them for him when he was little and he can never get enough of them. If you made him some, you could probably seduce him into secretly loving you. He also really has a sweet tooth for any kind of deserts, including Dauntless cake.

[lifcanddcath]

JULY 29th ––> 11:37PM

a stream of consciousness brought to you by: poison ivy, plants, and the apocalypse probably.

there is no natural, living, plant life left in gotham. whatever hadn’t been scorched by the explosion has been crushed by the asteroids. is this what it’ll look like in a couple of decades from now all over the earth ?? a barren wasteland hidden by urbanization and highways ?? the crops left for the farmers to profit off of, tainted by chemicals ?? the only thriving species left being the ever so willing cactus ?? the earth’s animals, all dying at the hands of poachers or poverty ?? 

and they stay in city hall, too terrified to face the future – too terrified to face what they'll cause. are they too terrified to face what i’ve been preaching for years now ?? the food in city hall can only last for so long. sooner or later, they’ll have to leave the comfort of their newfound home. 

there’s only one place in all of gotham that i haven’t checked yet: robinson park. there are only two possibilities for it. it’ll either terrifyingly loud, or dreadfully silent. the streets were yelling, only recently have they become quiet. and neither of those are ‘good’. 

robinson has more life than anywhere else in gotham. robinson is the only redeeming quality gotham has ever had. the majority of gotham consists of nothing but skyscrapers and concrete. there are a few patches of grass here and there, a tree sitting out in front of buildings for decoration, but gotham is not a healthy city. even robinson was once a place only meant for shooting up and paying for sex; even robinson was once a place for the people of gotham to exercise their secrets. then, it grew. i made it grow. i created a masterpiece in the middle of the most polluted city on earth. 

now ?? robinson is bound to be torn to shreds. whatever hasn’t been turned into ashes by now has probably been hit by one of these damn rocks. the area robinson takes up is not small – to assume otherwise is something only the most optimistic of all optimists could do. i would say i would go plant the plants i have left in the dry grounds, but who’s to say our armageddon isn’t over ?? for all we know, we’re just getting started. 

not to mention, the bat's power plays an important factor in restoring the park. the only way i’ll be able to without his ragtag team always looking over my shoulder is if i get his permission. funny. and even then, we have some new friends that i would assume even batman doesn’t know. at least gotham knows by now what my goal always is – to protect nature. these new ‘heroes’ have yet to deduce that. say we make it out of this, but they stick around. just how many fights will there be ?? and just how many deaths ??

if that did happen and i wound up being a casualty in a fight for robinson, at least it would be a worthy death. 

i’ve heard some people say they want to die peacefully, and i’ve heard some people say they want to die fighting for their country or their people.

i'll never understand them.

anyway, who decides how they want to die before they die ??

[cxtsclxwss-blog]

selina kyle