#tw: guns.

[mad-hunts]

a starter for @sillyjokes related to this prompt '[ ESCAPE ]: our muses are both inmates planning a daring escape from a maximum-security prison' will be ahead.

when nightfall finally came that day, specifically whilst in the infirmary of arkham asylum... barton opened his eyes with every intention to escape. there did seem to be a certain order to the schedule the nurse and doctor followed during the graveyard shift after all. and that would give barton an opening to make his move. seemingly just by chance, the nurse that worked the night shift that week always seemed to take a smoke break right at midnight; which meant that he'd have a window (albeit a narrow one) to deal with the doctor without any interruptions and crawl up into the vents.

this also entailed that he couldn't afford to make any mistakes, however, so barton double-checked to make sure the nurse was gone from the infirmary before quietly sliding out of his bed. the details behind how he got there were fortunately not too grisly. he'd just purposely provoked another inmate into hitting him over the head, and had ended up with a moderate concussion because of it. but barton knew that such an injury would still land him in this wing of arkham so he believed it'd be worth enduring it to end up in the infirmary.

barton only wished that he was able to get his hands on a scalpel earlier. it was pretty much an unavoidable fact that, with how careful the doctor during the day shift was when accounting for all of his instruments, it was going to take him some time to obtain one despite that. the dollmaker held the metal tool by his side as he snuck behind the doctor whom had his back turned to the beds (bad idea) and reached an arm out to quickly put him in a chokehold. pressing on the man's windpipe was all he could do to possibly stop him from crying out for help, before barton sunk that blade into his neck - blood spewing from the area almost immediately.

barton held onto the man all throughout this only to pick him up at the last second. due to the fact that the vent was far up onto the ceiling, he would need to use his body as a 'boost' up against the wall in order to reach it. once he'd done that, it was just a matter of unscrewing the bolts that kept the vent in place before he reached up to crawl through it, shutting the vent up behind him. he had about ten minutes now until the nurse came back and discovered he was gone... therefore, barton had to make the most of that. he soon ran into a bit of a problem however.

right as he dropped down from the vents, barton came face-to-face with the joker's cell instead of where he'd intended to go, which was the surveillance room that had an override button that'd allow him to open all the cells. and he'd just caught the attention of a certain guard who was standing just a few spaces from him. of course the man rose up his gun whilst approaching barton, telling him to 'get on the ground' afterwards. he'd complied in a kneeling position and just as he was about to grab his wrist to cuff him, barton pulled the man forward by the wrist - sinking his blade into his chest all the while but not before the alarm that someone was missing started to go off.

shit. well, now that he was here, barton figured he might as well let perhaps both the best and the worst person out if he couldn't get everyone to cause chaos in the building. he grabbed the now dead guards keys and unlocked the door to the joker's cell. the man's gun was now in barton's possession, luckily, but that didn't meant they were out of the woods yet. he let out a deep exhale out of stress and swung the door open while saying, ❝ well? i'm giving you a chance to get the hell out of here with me, because you might be useful, even though i absolutely fucking hate your guts. so are you coming or what? ❞

[whyissupernaturaltrending]

a former US president gets shot at and rather than trend himself he causes supernatural to trend instead because everyone is sharing the news via the destiel meme. unparalleled

[animentality]

[melittosphex]

Mouthwashing Good end! Jimmy they could never make me like you

[anthromimicry]

“ did you see anything?”

'snitching on someone in gotham city is a great way to potentially get yourself on someone's shit-list, or better yet, on their list of people to kill.' that was all misao could think about as this kid — or, 'red robin,' as they liked to be called — tried to grill her about the scene that just unfolded before her eyes recently outside of the bakery they were both in. she had become one of its regular customers. and unfortunately (in her point of view), misao had been at a perfect vantage point inside to indeed have seen something just a few days ago. that was when a crime had taken place outside the bakery; that crime being that someone was gunned down in cold blood in what was perhaps the worst part of gotham.

but misao had faith in her ability to defend herself, so she hardly ever worried that something like that could happen to her. her jorōgumo heritage did afford her with some advantages such as the power to spin razor sharp silk-like thread from her fingers. and, of course, also be capable of doing things like injecting venom into a would-be attacker through her canines. but even while saying all of this, sometimes even misao couldn't protect herself from being dragged into other people's lives. a light sigh left her lips as she asked for another dessert from the cashier in hopes they'd retrieve it for her.

although misao technically has had problems with digesting sweets before, they were kind of a guilty pleasure of hers. which she supposed is what made her end up in this mess in the first place. misao plastered on the best sheepish, albeit fake smile on her lips that she could before turning to the other to say, ❝ ahh, i'm sorry, but i didn't. it all happened so fast — you know? i just heard a gunshot all of a sudden. then, i turned around and saw that there was someone lying on the ground outside the bakery. but god's... that poor woman and her family, ❞ the doctor liked to think she had pretty much mastered the act of appearing to be sorry for someone. so, misao didn't falter at making an apologetic expression.

though she didn't really feel anything towards the woman in reality. she accepted her bag of sweets from the cashier then with a nod of thanks. with that, her eyes fell to the ground as all she wanted to do was leave now. ❝ they must be devastated. ❞

[itsdabatt]

Tim Drake: The Opportunist

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My town got nuked and they still made us go to school, and when we tried to leave, they just fucking shot us.

[seawaveleo]

lovin the dichotomy here

anyway tumblr número 1 campeão do mundo staff stop changing the mobile layout and get rid of tumblr live

[skyarly]

ena5

[mad-hunts]

👊 My muse gets hurt during a fight

it wasn't all that unusual to hear some kind of commotion in what was easily one of the worst parts of gotham. the east end was infamous for muggings, after all, as well as just being a hotspot for criminal activity in general. so upon hearing what sounded like your typical sort of taunting before a fight, barton told himself to just avoid that area as he had someplace to be. and urgently, at that, since his next meeting with a client was in about ten minutes. though something that one of the men he heard said possessed him to listen in on what they were talking about. barton supposed it was probably because he only knew one 'redheaded librarian' and if elizabeth was the person in question who they were talking to, then she might just be in deep trouble.

and not to say that they were friends or anything, but you never knew what the people around here had on their person. which concerned barton because he wouldn't want her to die if he could help it; regardless of his ambivalence towards her. the doctor decided to take a peek from behind the corner he was behind at just the right time, it seemed like, for elizabeth was the person they were jeering at and she had fallen to the ground. ❝ what the hell, ❞ barton's eyes widened as he quickly reached into his jacket to pull out the pistol within it; immediately striding towards elizabeth and raising the muzzle of it up to the two men who were fighting her for whatever reason. they looked startled at the gun, as it seemed they did have knives, ❝ alright... get the fuck out of here! damn douchebags, do you want me to shoot you? ❞

barton was yelling at them now as they acted like deer caught in headlights at first whenever he told them to leave. though, they were soon scrambling out of there, which left the blonde to attend to elizabeth. he took a hold of one of her hands then and sat her up. with his eyebrows furrowed, he noticed that she was hurt, using his spare arm to support her back. ❝ eliza — you're bleeding. what on earth happened, huh? ❞

[fungifanart]

Somehow, I think Riddle’s diss against Yuu in Book 1 would go just a BIT differently with Cerezo (BIG thank you to @pawnyao for taking my commission)

[mysharona1987]

Dr Mark Pearlmutter on his time in Gaza.

[iseethetvglow]

Death Becomes Her (1992) dir. Robert Zemeckis

[weirdplutoprince]

Happy valentines