#to be honest besties

[marjorie-guest]

who? Open where? The Reef Bar

Despite the endless hoops she'd put herself through, there was only one kind of establishment that she felt comfortable seeking refuge in after a hard day. Marjorie Guest had a taste for the expensive and refined and it wasn't even as though she couldn't afford the budget required for her taste. It was only, she'd grown up in places like this. She had slung beer under harsh neon lights of aging beer houses before she'd gotten anywhere or been anyone. Sometimes, after a hard day, it was nice to go back to that place and reminisce on how far she'd come.

It's no wonder that the blonde moves her way through the local crowd, settling at a stool in the corner. When she was younger, she lived off of double jack and cokes but that drink was likely less appropriate for someone of her age. Just as she's beginning to relax, she feels her phone buzz. She digs it out, eyes trained on another mother emailing about her toddlers in tutus class-asking to be let in despite failing to pay the registration or register on time. She sighs and presses a finger to her temple. "Vodka tonic with lemon."

Another sigh leaves her lips as her manicured nails begin tapping out a response to the overeager mother. “You know, sometimes it’s nice to retreat to a place that doesn’t demand anything from you but your bar tab.”

[leo-artista]

This is how I see their dynamic

[ohposhers]

i want them to dress eachother up god damn ! ! ! !

[have-an-fo-who]

Not a poll, once again, but reblog and tag with the current F/O(s) that you are currently hyperfixated on

[seamistgale]

Bernard was being haunted.

His sus-o-meter isn't up to 100%, but if he's being real, it never is. The downside of being into conspiracy theories was that you were only partially sure which one was more skewed than the other. One day he could be convinced Batman is more cryptid than man, and then he'd stumble on some fascinating witness accounts that make him rethink the Vampire hypothesis.

This time, however, he's fairly sure this sort of freaky shit only happens to people in those cookie-cutter horror movies.

… Except this particular ghost might be of midwestern decent, or something, because they sucked at properly haunting.

Example number one:

It was rare that Bernard had dishes piled up. He lived alone, and occasionally Tim would come to his apartment; with a couple of games, some takeout boxes, and a movie later, there would be way more things to clean up than a whole weekend on his own.

The last time Tim came over, Bernard didn't bother cleaning up for the night, and then the trash just…. Disappeared.

Not like 'a burglar broke in for some weird fetish reason, and my trash is now gone' gone, but more 'the trash is in bags, the dishes are clean, and I swear the air smells fresher' gone.

That was strike one.

He brushed it off because Tim had been there. It was unlikely he just went on a stress cleaning spree at Bernard's place but… Well, Bernard's caught him doing way weirder shit. It's fine.

(it's not fine. You just didn't move things around on someone else's turf.

"…Clean up?" Tim echoed back from the phone, sounding as confused as Bernard felt the following morning. "I-- no, of course not!" and then hurriedly continued to reassure Bernard he'd never do that. Because Tim was nice like that, even after Bernard low-key accused him of giving him the Gotham equivalent of pissing in someone else's yard.

So, that was strike one in the back of his hindbrain that something was up.)

Strike two and three came together.

See, in Gotham's economy, sometimes your employer doesn't have your paycheck the week it should be. Who cares if you need to pay rent through or your landlord will double your rent? Neither your boss nor the landlord in question, obviously. So what he usually did was have a nest egg the size of his rent just in case.

But this month Bernard had splurged a little too much, so he was short. It was nothing big, he was just five bucks short.

The issue was, that his landlord was paranoid and was already breathing down his neck for not paying the next month's rent the day before the new month started. Like clockwork, his landlord put a warning under his door, ready to evict him the same day the month started if Bernard didn't have the rent in cash the next morning.

He knew the eviction notice was at the door, but chose to ignore it because it didn't matter, he'd get those five one way or another by the end of the day.

By the time he came back, two things were out of place. The first was the eviction notice on his table. Again, no one moved someone else's shit around.

Strike three happened while counting his nest egg, and would you look at that! He had more money than he'd counted. Nothing ridiculous, just… He had those five bucks now.

All these little things were easy to miss, or misremember, but Bernard was not most people. But the catch here was… All these things were good things. Sort of.

So not only was this happening when he wasn't around, but they were happening to his… Advantage? He'd even call it good fortune if one was willing to ignore the lack of privacy… And maybe he would have, if this wasn't Gotham. Privacy was a mix between a luxury and a currency. Sometimes a kindness.

In some ways maybe it would have been an effective scare tactic, to mess someone's shit up, but this was not the way he'd personally go about it if he wanted someone to leave the building.

So here Bernard was, staring again at the dishes he had placed as bait, because he wasn't an idiot and tempting a ghost into anything remotely violent was stupid. The dishes were cleaned.

He squinted at the ceiling, then at the rest of his apartment, trying to gauge whether trying to make first contact was going to get him more haunted, killed, or turn him into a Saturday morning cartoon.

Finally, he picked up a cup. Not a glass cup, because why would he give the ghost any ammunition, but a couple of fairly clear plastic cups, a marker, two sticky notes, and filled both cups with tap water decently enough so a mild tremble would be noticeable.

The first sticky note said "Yes", and the second, predictably, said "No."

"So." Bernard sat in front of the cups, feeling halfway like a dumbass for doing this in the first place, and halfway like he's about to do the worst decision of his life because it might just work. "You from out of town, or are you just really shitty at this?"

[spicyboelives]

Shout out to the costume department this guys been wearing the same outfit for 200 years but its hidden under grime and a tattered leather- I WILL READ INTO THAT SOOO MUCH thank u.

[letraspal]

@carryon-countdown 2024 | Day 3 | AU/Alternate Universe

READ THE FINAL PROPHECY OF THE RED BOX ON AO3

Detectives Simon and Baz investigate a series of ritualistic murders linked to the cult led by Smith-Richards, Simon's first partner who became a fugitive. Victims disappear for 72 hours before their bodies are found, and each case is marked with a red box. As Simon struggles to resolve unfinished business, the case becomes personal when Baz's stepmother becomes the cult's latest victim. In a race against time, Simon and Baz must put aside their feelings and unravel the cult's dark secrets before another life is lost.

[royalarchivist]

Sure, Arkanis has cool lore, interesting NPCs, adorable little ghosts, and more, but you know what the best part is? Tazercraft shenanigans!

(This meeting was over 7 minutes long, and Mike kept distracting Pac and made him laugh the entire time 😂)

[jackshiccup]

if i could hold you for a minute darling, i'd go through it again

inspired by chapter 42 of OTNWAS by @jjackfrost

[aityys]

Ryoga, the man you are

[fawnnbinary]

this doesn't count as in public, I'll say it: Boys w Big Boobs

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

THE TRAINEE Off Jumpol as Jane Episode 5

[blackseafoam]

✨Wrecker appreciation✨

Kind of parallel to this painting I did a lil bit ago.

[seagull-scribbles]

“Ain’t turtles supposed to be endangered?”

“Only the ones who can’t do this!”

[theghoulboysblog]

i think about this conversation between shane and ryan from a mashable interview so often 😭

[vampiresoup]

[WIP]

4 Raiden is my favorite